Hi Loves, its Poison here. Again, sorry it took so long to post this, I've been too damn busy. Okay it really was hard writing this, and it looks really messy to me, personally. And I think I messed the characters up a bit. But eh, whatever.

You know I don't own Spongebob and this is M for a reason.

Enjoy.

"Squidward..." He sighed, not sure what else to say after seeing the now dead Patrick and the brutally butchered and horrified Spongebob.

Squilliam's reaction had changed a lot in those few minutes. From ignorant, to horrified, to disgusted and now to a rather calm emotion.

"I was hoping you'd show up here today." Squidward crossed his arms. "If you didn't this would have been more troublesome then I would have liked." He finished.

The other squid sighed lightly, it was nothing new to him. He always would cover up his rivals mess. It was no longer even a burden. He was rich, obviously, so with just the right amount of money he could make the dead boy vanish. Make it private instead of public. And Squidward, as always, would end up unscathed. Only a few times had he failed money wise, depending on who the other had killed or harmed. But in those cases Squidward would only end up in the mental ward for a bit, until the money would save his ass. Just like it always did.

It made Squilliam rather sick of life, sick of how fish were, easily silenced by just a bit of money. It was disgusting to him.

"What do you need me to do, exactly?" Squillam asked, cocky voice turning into a more irritated one.

It wasn't actual irritation, Squidward noted.

"Just like always, help me get rid of the evidence and pay the police off." He spoke in a matter-o-fact tone. Showing this conversation was nothing new.

The other squid raised his uni brow slightly. He never realized how 'normal' this conversation was to them. It was like how people talk about the weather. He almost found that hilarious.

"One second." He replied, walking coolly to the front door, softly he walked toward his limo, which was still waiting for him.

"Just grabbing my suitcase." He muttered, he had planned on going on a trip that evening. Meet a lover or two. He hadn't quite planned for this.

"Yes sir." The driver replied.

He quickly grabbed the case and walked calmly back in the house, shutting and locking the door and going back in the other room.

"Please kill me!" Spongebob begged, voice sounding more and more desperate. His blue eyes grew dim as they glazed over with tears. "Please..." He whispered.

"I have no intentions on killing you." Squidward replied, voice soft and stoic.

"Here." Squilliam entered the room again with his suit case. "I have sanitizer, wipes and Thermite.' He added. Again, this was the typical way they would clear the evidence.

"It would be best if we got rid of the body first." He continued. "That would make cleaning easier."

The other squid sighed in frustration. "I can't go, I have to take care of him." He pointed in the direction of Spongebob.

"Fine, I'll go take care of this," He paused to nudge the starfishes head with his tentacle. "and then I'll return, it'll only take a couple hours." He finished.

They both knew Squilliam was trust worthy. After all the things they have been through, he was by far trust worthy. He wouldn't betray Squidward. He couldn't.

The facade of them being rivals always dissolved whenever they were alone together. Whenever Squidward was in this persona. It use to scare Squilliam. But now it didn't, whenever the other squid was harming someone, he would hardly ever hurt the uni-browed one. So in a sick way Squilliam had rather seen someone else perish then he feel the scorch of Squidward.

He smirked lightly, Squidward always called him his rival, and to the naked eye it was just one sided. But they were in every sense of the word, rivals. Both trying to be better then the other. Both so desperately wanting that with everything in them. They were eternal rivals.

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"Right here." Squilliam yelled over the loud winds to the one flying the helicopter.

Once they finally got enough distance where Squilliam could climb down, he grabbed the rather huge bag and pushed it to the helicopter door, quickly pushing it out. Finally he grabbed the ladder and carefully climbed down the helicopter safely to the ground.

He had told the driver earlier to be back in about an hour, if not he would make sure he never could get a job again. So he knew the threat would work.

After he left Squilliam finally got to work, he quickly grabbed the bag of Thermite and the corpse of Patrick, he put the Thermite all over the body. After about twenty minutes with that and Magnesium he was able to start the fire. Running quickly away from it he watched from a distance as it literally burnt the body away. He sighed as he plopped down on the ground. Putting his face in his hands and sighing. This shouldn't be normal. They shouldn't be doing this.

But it was to them, and they were.

And apparently, that was that.

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A/N:

Okay, I had to add a quick note. Thermite is an actual thing, that apparently can burn away bones and melt through metal. It can reach about 2500 degrees Fahrenheit, fun, right?

Oh, and get this, its totally legal. Fun times!

Got all this information from a website, I am in no way a murderer, this is a article site too ha.

Reviews are love.

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