After an eternity, I have returned to this fanfic. I almost forgot it even existed until a received a message about updating it lol. Well here it is chapter 7.


In the heart of downtown Bikini Bottom is where a dingy public house stands like an eyesore to the rest of the cityscape. SpongeBob has never been in this part of town, because he always felt uncomfortable with all the gangbangers that hang out on the corner all day long. Except this day, the chipped sidewalks and empty storefronts are barren with activity as Finn drags the near dead Sponge for the public housing tower ahead.

"Where… where are you taking us?" SpongeBob manages to mumble through his crippled lips.

Finn holds out the reply still dragging SpongeBob along since he can barely hold his own. "Somewhere safe…" the fish narrowly replies. "Away from enemy eyes…"

"You mean… those fish who… tried to kill me?"

"Who else kid," Finn replies laughing for the first time. "You keepin' up, Gary?"

The snail lets out a meow, acknowledging Finn's question.

Entering the bombed out building, Finn takes the sponge down the dark hallway, when they cross paths with a pink skinned fish. She stands in their path crossing her arms as they approach, "whose the cheese block?" She asks bitterly folding her arms.

"Toughest guy I've ever known," Finn replies. "He took him on."

Picking up the emphasize on the word 'him'; she can only imagine what Oscar had done to him. "Is he gonna make it?"

"Do I look like a spongementologist?" Finn replies sitting SpongeBob on a faded color mattress. Gary slivers into the small wooden room next to his recuperating master. "Oscar heat lamed the kid…" Fine explains standing at the doorway next to the female fish. "My knowledge of sponges… as well as all our anatomies… being heat lamped for over a minute is considered fatal…"

"Whoa… did you Google that on your way here?" The fish asks sarcastically.

"Take it as… hands-on experience…" Finn replies as narrowly as possible. The pink fish shoots a curious glance at Finn as he looks at SpongeBob breathing on the bed. Suddenly, SpongeBob begins to cough violently.

"What's happening to him?" The fish asks frighten at the way SpongeBob launches up off the bed with each cough.

After what felt like an eternity of thinking, Finn comes to a startling conclusion, "he's chocking on his own skin…" Quickly he rushes over the sponge's side and lifts him upward. Forcefully, Finn begins pounding on SpongeBob's chest as the boy's face turns red due to suffocation.

Watching in horror at the doorway, the pink fish can't keep her eyes off the sponge knowing he may be taking his last breaths. Gary on the other hand can't bear to watch his owner die before him… again. But finally, Finn gives one last thrust and a chunk of dried sponge launches out SpongeBob's throat and hits the fish square in the face knocking her back.

Able to take a full breath of… water, the color slowly returns back into SpongeBob. "I feel so much better now," SpongeBob sighs.

Finn pats SpongeBob on the shoulder, "you ok, Tasha?"

Returning to the doorway, the pink fish, Tasha gives him a brisk nod holding her forehead. "Sorry about that…" SpongeBob chuckles.


Letting SpongeBob recuperate, Finn sits in a small kitchen along with Tasha. Sitting in a barstool, he frequently checks the rounds in his revolver, clacking the cylinder barrel out and spinning it before snapping it back in. Over and over he does this, the sounds echoes throughout the building until Tasha calls out to him from across the wooden bar table, "are you gonna do that all day or what? For Neptune's sake…!"

Ignoring her bickering, Finn continues clacking the revolver barrel out until he finally sets the weapon down on the table. "Ya know, this weapon was a gift…" he speaks in his usual raspy tone. "Oscar gave it to me after my first solo hit in Rock Bottom," he sighs, "those were the days… when we were the biggest guys out in three cities."

"Then what happened to the good 'ol days?" Tasha asked popping the crock from a wine bottle. "And why is Oscar chasing you literally across the seafloor? Like what did you do to piss him off so much?"

Finn holds his tongue as Tasha pours herself a glass of wine, then he speaks. "It happened 10 years ago… I've been on the run from his psychopathic self ever since…"

Gulping down her drink, Tasha replies with, "you can skip the prologue, Finn. I already know you've been hiding because most that time, you spent with me, remember?"

Finn smiles looking up at her, "how could I ever forget… you were the best woman I've met in years…"

"Yeah, up until you and bailed," Tasha retaliates, "and then, out of nowhere, you call me up—on a phone that's been collecting dust for three years to meet you at this broke down place."

"You were the only connection I could trust outside the business," Finn tells her.

"Oh so I'm a connection…? Is that how you see me now?"

"You know I don't!" Finn objects, "It's just… in this mess I've put myself in… you can get hurt just by whispering my name out in public. Bikini Bottom is run by Oscar's son, who's a chip off the old block!"

"So if you knew that, why come back to Bikini Bottom in the first place?" Tasha asks.

Taking a breath, Finn raises his head and says, "because I gotta set things right. This showdown with me and Oscar, is gonna end here—in this city… tonight."

Taken back by his words, Tasha takes a sip from the tall glass wine bottle. "At first I thought you came back to see me… but you know how clichéd my imagination is."

"Sometimes, clichés can be a good thing," Finn smiles.

Cutting their moment, the sound of car tiers screeching across the pavement outside increases in pitch, suddenly, a loud crash erupts at the front door. Instinctively, Finn grabs his revolver he knows is loaded and rushes to the main entrance.

Taking the place of what was the main door is a large limousine, that looks strikingly familiar. The divers door is wide open… "SpongeBob…? SpongeBob!?" A female voice with a southern twang calls out from behind Finn.

"Sandy…? Is that you!?" SpongeBob calls from inside the room. Finn runs to the small room he had SpongeBob only to see a strange creature, unlike any fish he's seen in his life in a white space suit and helmet standing next to SpongeBob.

SpongeBob eyes exploded seeing Finn aiming the revolver at the squire. "Who the hell are you?" Finn demands cocking the hammer back.

"Get back SpongeBob…" Sandy urges pushing SpongeBob behind her arm. "This may get ugly…"

Readying herself to fight, and Finn's aiming the gun straight at her, SpongeBob can only know this'll end bad for everyone. "No wait stop Sandy! This is Finn, he saved my life."

"Finn?" Sandy recalls, "You're Finn, the Finn?"

"If you're working for Oscar, then you know to stay away from me!" Finn shouts gripping the handle of the weapon.

"No we have a misunderstanding here," Sandy replies holding her hand out as a reassuring body language that she means no harm. "We know all about who you are and who Oscar is…"

"We? Who is we?" Finn asks simmering down just a bit.

"There's no time to explain, right now, we need to high tail-it outta downtown, before they catch up…"


So who is Sandy talking about? How the heck does she know more about Finn than SpongeBob and who we is she referring to? Find out in the next chapter…