The room was silent. Finally, Spongebob broke the silence.
"Dude, before you do whatever you came in to do, can I just ask you one question?"
"Shoot, Mr. Sassypants." Arthur replied.
"When did you become so gay?"
Arthur paused before answering.
"Alright, seriously dude, every good soap opera needs some kind of homosexual character. Just…okay?"
"Wait, soap opera?" said Spongebob.
"Well, what do you think this story is? We have a twist at the end of each chapter, people are dying, coming back from the dead, long lost relatives are being revealed, sounds like an episode of Young and the Restless to me man."
"Meh, I can't disagree with th-" SpongeBob stopped. "Wait…coming back from the dead? When did that happen?"
"Oh, damn, that isn't for another few chapters. Enough of the jibber jabber Mr. Spongeboob Boxpants, it's time to do what I came here to do."
"…and that is?" Spongebob asked.
"This."
Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a .45 magnum. Spongebob's face went white.
"Arthur, don't…don't this. We can talk about this…" Spongebob begged.
"Relax Spongepants, the bullets in this gun will not be wasted on you." Arthur snapped back.
Spongebob stopped to think for a moment.
"S-Sandy?" He said shakily.
"No, not her either. Man, you have to stop trying to figure out everything and just roll with the punches."
Suddenly, Arthur pointed the gun at the window in which Spongebob has been viewing the multi- coloured fish and shot. Glass scattered over the floor as Arthur began to walk past the two friends and step through the window pane and into the other room, the pistol still extended in front of him.
"Sandy! We have to stop him!" Spongebob yelled. "Why are you just standing there?"
"Spongebob, calm down. This has to be done." Sandy answered back sternly, not a sign of emotion on her face."
"Has to be d-? He's snapped!" Spongebob frantically replied.
Sandy didn't reply.
"Don't resist!" Spongebob heard Arthur calmly say from the other room. A loud bang echoed through the room. A loud number of screams cracked through the room. With every gunshot Spongebob heard, the screams got quieter. Finally…silence.
After a moment or two, Spongebob began to hear footsteps on the other side of the opening in the wall, coming closer and closer. Then, Arthur came back into the room containing a dazzled Spongebob and a suspiciously quiet Sandy. But Arthur was not alone. In his grasp was a green fish wearing a brown button up shirt. Arthur had a gun to the fish's temple.
"Alright Spongebob! We're going to try this one more time!" Arthur screamed aggressively . His previous lisp had disappeared, and had been replaced with an angry tone. "What colour is this fish?"
Sandy turned her head to Spongebob, waiting for his answer. Spongebob didn't know what to say. The fish was green, he knew that. But was that the right answer? Sandy had seemed displeased with all his previous answers, but he knew he had to get this one right. Finally, he spoke.
"Green?" Spongebob said slowly.
Sandy bent her head and sighed. Arthur closed his eyes for a moment.
"Sorry Spongebob."
Arthur pulled the trigger. The fish's eyes opened wide, before crumpling to the floor. Blood poured from the right side of his head and onto the floor.
Arthur pulled out a white cloth and began to wipe down the barrel and handle of the gun. He then tossed it at Spongebob's feet.
"C'mon Sandy," he said, his head bowed in disappointment.
Sandy peered up at Spongebob. He could have sworn he saw her eyes began to water, before she quickly turned her head away and began to walk off with Arthur.
"Sandy…" Spongebob said quietly.
Before he knew it, the two walked out the door, softly shutting it behind them. Spongebob stood there for a while, trying to evaluate the situation. He decided to go after Sandy, I mean, he was supposed to trust her. He raced to the door and grabbed the knob. It wouldn't move. He turned it harder. No help.
"They…they locked me in here." Spongebob said to himself.
He looked around. Broken glass, a gun on the ground, a dead fish and a table.
Spongebob sat on the ground and began to cry.
