At first, there was nothing but a blinding white light. It was everywhere she looked. Confused and disoriented, Sandy found herself stumbling about through the surreal white for a seemingly immeasurable amount of time. Two seconds, two weeks, two months, two years, it was all a blur that went by slowly and quickly.

Then, Sandy opened her eyes.

She was in a small room with nothing but metal surfaces, a bed with a mattress stuffed with chunks of smashed bricks, and a toilet with more rust than bathroom. There was a door, at least, the closest thing to a door...

It came in the form of a tiny slit in the wall. Slowly, still disoriented, Sandy got up from the bed she'd only now realized she was laying on and staggered towards it. She peered through the narrow opening. All Sandy could see was a long, endlessly tall, hallway that stretched out as far as Sandy's eyesight would permit.

Sighing, Sandy turned around and slumped against the door. She looked around the room, giving it a good scan. It was air-tight, as expected. Plankton had made the room as escape proof as "humanly" possible. There weren't any kinks in the system, at least, as far as Sandy could see.

"But there are always kinks," Sandy thought curiously. "There's always some way out, one way or another..." Sandy continued to think for a solid hour.

"Alright, so the room has four security camera's at each upper corner," Sandy began to work her plan out mentally. "Then there's the one exit, the slit. Though, judging by its design, I suspect it comes from that new brand of security doors, the one with slits so thin that they're almost invisible to the naked eye...

"In that case, then I can't break out on my own, perhaps I can get a little help from the guards..." Sandy thought deviously.

Sandy noticed a strange red reticle mounted over each of the cameras, "Hmm, looks like the camera's have emergency weapons, so I can't do anything to them. Wait! I know!" Sandy snapped her fingers in a breakthrough moment.

"Now all I have to do is get ready to strike!" she though excitedly.

THREE HAOUS LATEH

Sandy went over her plan mentally one more time, "Alright, it's high time I leave and get that one-eyed snake!" she though vengefully.

Sandy got up from her pondering position on the floor and looked at the four cameras' positions and the mattress.

At that moment, Sandy dashed for the mattress, ripping the aged fabric at the seams. Sandy, before any of the security guards could react, tore out a chunk of smashed brick and lobbed it at the nearest camera. All at once, sparks, debris, metal and dust exploded in that corner with a loud cracking noise accompanying it.

All the guards watching her cell slammed on the buttons labeled "SUBDUE" only to watch as Sandy suddenly hopped back, tore the grimy mirror off the wall and pinned herself on the floor directly over one of the functioning cameras, holding the mirror outward from her.

A red beam exploded from each of the cameras and aimed at Sandy aside from the one she was below. But, rather than subduing her, they hit the mirror and bounced off it, shooting up into the camera above Sandy and short-circuiting.

Sandy jumped to her feet and deflected the beams of electricity still bursting from the cameras, she darted to the bed and jumped on top. Finally she deflected the two final shots as the bounced off in the opposite directions and were hit right back, frying both of their mainframes.

Panting, Sandy dropped the mirror onto the bed, ignoring the noticeable scorch mark on it, and hopped down onto the metal floor.

Immediately, Sandy realized that she was still going to have to deal with the inevitable heard of guards trying to get into her cell and subdue her. Looking over to the bed, Sandy instantly had an idea. Within seconds, Sandy threw the mirror in the corner, smashing to pieces, and flipped the bed over, the side that was sliced open on top, and ran it into the door creating a makeshift barricade.

Not two seconds later, a hideous screeching alarm began to blare right outside of Sandy's cell. It was as if death was inviting all to come and do its purpose. Sandy was ready to defy death, however, as she removed several brick chunks out of the mattress.

Footsteps approached, they had nothing but cold, companionless fury in them. Sandy sat there, sweat trickled down her brow as she sat there in anticipation. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

Sandy ran over to the broken mirror and swiped five shards from the ruins and slipped them in different corners between the mattress and the underside of the bedframe.

As she slid the bed back into place, the door suddenly swung open. The guards outside were confused at the sight before them briefly, though it was just enough. Sandy lobbed brick chunks at them before they could even realize that they were looking at a bed, leaving nasty dents in their helmets as they fell onto the cold metal floor. Sandy peeked over the bed, and immediately ducked back down as the blasts coming from the guards behind the others narrowly missed her head and left scorches in the ceiling.

Sandy, in response, threw more chunks at them. The guards dodged with ease, "All hail Plankton! (You get close enough to push the bed over, and I'll blast her when it goes down!" one of the guards shouted over to the other, who nodded in response.

The first guard darted up to the wall, his back against it for cover as he ducked another chunk. The seconds guard charged towards the bed, gun raised and ready to fire.

He aimed right at the glass, just about to blast the bed over. He pulled the trigger.

A ball of plasma erupted from the barrel. It worked its way over to the shard in a second and it met the smooth surface. Much to the guard's dismay, however, it bounced off, and he didn't have any time before it blasted him in the chest and sent him sprawling across the floor, his blaster sliding further down the hall.

Checking to see if there was anyone left, Sandy carefully slid the bed outward just enough for her to slip by before scurrying down the hall and plucking the blaster from the floor. She didn't have much time to examine what type of ammo it took, however (uranium charges), as a metallic clanking sound began approaching her. "Them varmin mus' be wearin' armor..." Sandy thought aloud.

She looked around yet saw nowhere to hide, except maybe...

The guard's darted down the corridor, fully prepared to preform an on-the-spot frontal lobotomy without any sedatives. The rounded a corner and, their deflective armor glistening, raised their blasters as the cell door came into sight.

In a second, they were upon the makeshift barricade. One of the guards with a stronger build violently overturned it with ease as the rest poured into the cell (ten guards in all).

That's when a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness of the immeasurably high ceiling, hands and feet pressing against the walls and carefully lowering themselves down.

Sandy dropped down on the floor silently, her eyes darting to a panel to the right of the cell door. The only button on it was a large, red square simply reading, "DOOR". Sandy tore for the button and in a blur, her hand was slamming the button with a loud BEEP.

The doorframe shrunk down to the size of a miniscule window to the rest of the complex. Taking advantage of the guards' brief confusion, Sandy ran.

Author's Note: Alright, let's get the usual stuff out of the way, I suck at updating. Moving on... HAPPY NEW YEAR! And boy am I excited for Sponge out of Water (in theaters February 6, rated PG)! Although its unlikely, I pray I can finish this thing before it comes out or at least a little bit after it comes out. Oh and, I hope you all merry Christmas or (insert holiday you celebrate)! I know me and my brand new PS4 bundled with GTA 5 did! (And so did Trevor :P)