Hey darlings, its Poisonetta again...Stop booing. This is soooo short and not really vivid, but the next one I do, I will make it much more graphic I swear!!!! I am so sorry man! I'm so ashamed... But I do hope you all enjoy. Please Review, TM and I really do enjoy those...Alot.
Anyway, only realy warning for this is theres a bit of violence, nothing too extreme, if your a wuss you probably couldn't handle it.
Enjoy darlings, enjoy.
He couldn't tell if he had woken up or not, sure he felt awake, but this couldn't possibly be real, this was his fantasy, his dream, but not his reality.
Once the blue squid finally moved his lips from the other, Spongebob finally decided to speak.
"S-Squidward...W-whats going on?" Ice blue eyes looked up in confusion.
He had to break the sponge, completely and utterly, physically, mentally and spiritually to make him real, to show him life isn't as kind and amazing as the boy acted like it was.
"..." Squidward paused, he had planned to be sweet and kind for only a little bit, and he had figured that all out, he just never thought of what he would say, oh well, maybe sometimes silence was the best answer. He smiled a fake kind smile and pressed his lips against the others again, this time harder, slowly and carefully switching from kind to mean.
"Squidward..." The yellow boy muttered as he looked up at the boy in shy shock. "Why are you doing this?" He asked innocently.
The question had no sharpness in it, no anger, nothing, so why did it bother the squid so much, Spongebob obviously didn't know what was going on. But regardless, it upset Squidward.
The game was up, thats what he decided, time for the real motives to show.
"You said you've never been hurt, in anyway besides being overly sensitive or by accident, right?" He asked calmly as he moved over to a dresser opening it and looking through it.
"Uh..." Spongebob looked down in thought. "R-Right..."
"Lets change that then, shall we?" He asked, of course it wasn't a question, even someone as ignorant as Spongebob could tell that.
"W-What!?" Blue eyes shot up at the squid.
"To put it
bluntly." He paused to make his hands visible, which showed a knife
and more rope. "I am going to hurt you." Slowly he started to
walk toward the boy.
"Why?!" The sponge asked urgently.
"W...What did I do wrong?!"
"Nothing specific..." Squidward spoke nonchalantly as he walked closer.
"Then wh-Ow!"
It happened, it finally happened, the first cut was made.
Right on the cheek to be specific.
"Squidward!" He yelled, eyes watering automatically, body trying to move backwards in defense.
"Be quiet." The squid muttered, eyes seemed to glaze over in concentration as he pressed the knife against a stick thin yellow wrist, quickly and swiftly gliding it from one side to another.
A sharp gasp was the reply.
A few more stabs imprinted on the sponge before finally Squidward dropped the knife.
Spongebob looked up in hope, maybe just maybe it was over, more hope etched on his face as Squidward pulled the rope off him.
"We're not done." The blue squid muttered as if reading the smaller boys thoughts, he roughly grabbed the yellow sponge and pushed him roughly unto a chair, quickly tying his arms to the chairs arm rests.
"Not even close." And with that he walked back over to the dresser.
The game to realism was about to begin.
