Episode 9: R.I.P

Listen!
This chapter is pretty dark. Anybody who doesn't want to read it can skip it, mainly because it isn't really related to the storyline (There is something at the end that could be important). Anybody who does read this are true fans.

I've also checked the story to find an approximate day for the story. It's going to be included when a new day happens.
~Maximagination

November 29
9:21 PM
Walking

The walk home was silent. While Squidward wheeled the instruments homes on a platform (is that what they are called?) that Mr. Krabs generously let them rent (for $10). The police and doctors came and pronounced him dead at the scene. The Krusty Krab even had to get closed temporairly because it was too close. Mr. Krabs wasn't too happy with it closing, but didn't want to be near where an icon dies. Patrick finally broke the silence when they were near Conch Street.

"I don't want to be by myself. I'm too scared." Patrick moaned.

"Neither do I," Spongebob answered back, "considering how close we were to him. If we were closer, we could-" He couldn't speak anymore.

"I can't believe RR could do such a thing. He may have been bad, but to kill someone? What if that bullet was for us? For me! It had to be for me! Remember that note?" Sandy's heart dropped. Spongebob took the note out of his pocket and read it out loud, just like when they first got the note.

"Dear Sandy,

I loved your show. Too bad it's your last. Say goodbye, Sandy, because you will not be heard from again! Oh, and say goodbye to your car.

Sincerely,

RR."

"You've kept that in your pocket? It's been, like, two months!" Squidward yelled.

"I know, but I couldn't throw it away. Something bad could come out of this." Spongebob said.

"Could? COULD?" Sandy started to ramble. "If you haven't realized, he's out to get everyone that is and was a part of me. And I'll have you guys know, I loved him way back when he first released his music. And now look! He is dead! D-E-A-D DEAD! Are you guys idiots? You guys will die! And then, when I'm all alone, I'll get it last!"

"Sandy, calm down!" Patrick snapped. But Sandy didn't.

"You don't tell me what to do, TUBBY!" Sandy was about to punch him, when Squidward grabbed her.

"SANDY!" Squidward yelled. Patrick was about to hit her back for calling him Tubby, but Spongebob did what Squidward did to Sandy. After holding them back, Sandy was as still as a rock.

"I'm going home right now." And she disappeared into the darkness. In the end, they all went their separate ways for the night.

December 5
9 A.M.
The Cemetery.

"Today, we are gathered to celebrate the life of Rayman "Stingrayman" Hev." Mr. Hev's mom said at the funeral. "To most of us, he was an idol. An icon. A club owner. Maybe even a friend. But to some of us, he was a cousin. A nephew. An uncle. A brother. And, a son." Her eyes started to tear up. "Our first speaker today is his girlfriend, who loved him up to that day it happened to him. Ladies and gentlemen, here is Nina V. Cod." Sandy, Spongebob, Squidward, and Patrick were seated far away from each other, in silence and not staring at each other. People showed up like his siblings, friends, and family. You'd expect his funeral to be something Hollywood, but it wasn't. It was just a group of people, and not fans. People who they knew where there not for who he was, but just for him. Not Stingrayman, but just Rayman.

"Our next speaker is one of the last people he met personally. Ladies and Gentleman, here is Sandy Cheeks." The mom said. The other 3 were astonished. They knew nothing about it. In fact, they didn't know a single thing that happened to each other over the past week. Sandy walked up to the podium. She wasn't dressed like a punk. No eyeliner, no fluffed up fur, and no ripped up clothes. Just a mature, 16-year old girl wearing a plain, black dress. She tapped the microphone, and started to speak.

"I loved him. Way back when his first single came out on the radio, I wanted to be him. EVERYONE wanted to be him. Then, we went to one of his clubs, where me and my bandmate got poisoned. It hurt to get accused by someone I looked up to. But then we made up, and I felt, for a second, we were friends. Not because he was a big icon, or because he had a lot of money, because he realized what he had done and fixed it. And for him to die, right behind us..." Her voice started to crack. "Especially by an ex of mine, it's just," Her voice broke, and tears rolled down her face. "I can't say this. It's too sad." She started to cry, but she ran off before anyone could see much. Her three friends followed her. They finally caught up with her near the grave of Smitty Werben Jager Man Jensen.

"Sandy, are you OK?" Spongebob asked.

"Yeah. It's just too personal." Sandy answered back.

"I never knew you had could act this, mainly because you weren't… you." Patrick added.

"Don't get used to it." Sandy said.

"You know, we're performing his song, "Mortal. You in?" Spongebob asked.

"Sure." Sandy said. They went back and started singing "Mortal". It wasn't a big performance. It was pretty simple and bare. It wasn't a big show. It was just simple. It wasn't for fame, or money, or anything else. It was a tribute. After they finished playing, they started to leave when the police came to them.

"Sandy Cheeks, we heard a piece of evidence regarding the killer in your eulogy." The police said. "Can you tell me who RR it is?"

"Um… No…" Sandy panicked.

"It's RR." Squidward told the police. "But the only one who knows any else about him is Sandy Cheeks over here."

"Ms. Cheeks," The police said, "Wait! Weren't you that-"

"Yes, Ms. Underage DUI!" Sandy yelled.

"Anyway, do you have any important info about this Mr. RR?" The police asked. Sort of like what had happened a few hours before Stingrayman had died, when Benny gave the song "VICTORY" to her, she cried and ran off to home.

"Sorry about that. He's an ex, and they probably had a rough relationship. We're sorry, but we know just as much as you do." Patrick answered.

11 PM
Sandy's house.

"5-5-5, 4-7-2-1," Sandy dialed. Spongebob's phone rang right next to his bed, and he picked it up.

"Hey." Spongebob answered.

"!" Sandy yelled.

"Um, clearly?" Spongebob answered.

"Sorry. Spongebob, please tell this to the others. I'm sorry for how I've been. RR is just too much for me to handle. I'm sorry I almost punched Patrick, and I cried a lot. I felt kind of out of character." Sandy said speedily, but clearly.

"OK." Spongebob responded.

"Spongebob, before you hang up, I have to tell you something. And tell this to the others" Sandy continued. "I booked us a gig."

"What, Where, and When, and the co$t?" Spongebob asked.

"For all that's happened, at Diner, Saturday at 8 PM, and for $100, they take 45% revenue, and it's $9.99 for a ticket. If it's at full capacity, which is 60, we could get as much as $229.69. It's worth a try," Sandy said.

"Thank you, Sandy. Thank you." And Spongebob hung up.

That wraps up this week's SSSCS! Tune in next week on "Dinersty"! Here's a sneak peek:

"It was a dark and stormy night!" Squidward narrated. "And Marcus was kicked out of her girlfriend's apartment." The actors came up and pantomimed what Squidward was saying. "Will he ever find love?" And the song VICTORY came up. Yeah, they forgot to make the order of the songs, and the crowd noticed as well.

"We're losing them!" Sandy whispered to Spongebob.

"By them, you mean our fans! Oh no!" Spongebob frowned. It was a disaster.

A note from Maximagination: Hi, it's me!I just want to say that the episode after the next one will be the season finale. After that, there will be a short short short off-season till season 2 will happen!

~Max.

Executive Producer in Charge: Maximagination

Director: Barry Cuda

Cast of Episode 110A:
The Make or Break (In order of Appearance)
(Names aren't real, any coincidence is accidental)

Spongebob Squarepants: Peter Amarillo
Sandy Cheeks: Nancy Melvin
Squidward Tentacles: Lucas Camille
Patrick Star: "Dennis" L. Venman

(C) MMXII Maximagination Studios. Infridgement prohibited. This is a work of Maximagination. Basically, you cannot copy this. Think about how you probably spent forever writing something, and someone lazily copies it and calls it theirs. I'm just saying.