This is a fanfiction where Mr. Krabs hires a masked vigilante to keep an eye on Plankton. A new character of mine "The Player" is based on a celebrity in real life. I won't tell who, you'll have to guess. I'll have more on this eventually, but as of February 28, 2020, I'm just posting these two chapters. I'll have more on it soon, I just need to think of a good conflict.
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Chapter 1
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It was another peaceful day in Bikini Bottom, customers enjoying their delicious, nutritious Krabby Patties.
Eugene Krabs and his only trusted employee, SpongeBob SquarePants, were watching the front door and back door for any sign of Sheldon Plankton.
Krabs pondered for a while: "Hmmmm. I suppose Plankton should be striking right about now, but then again, after 1,000+ times of trying to steal the recipe, he should be planning something big, something totally unexpected."
SpongeBob realized, "Maybe Plankton doesn't want the formula anymore."
Mr. Krabs snapped back at his underling.
"You really are the most gullible sap under the sea, aren't you. I'll bet you think he'll just try to make a new recipe, well let's not forget the time I sent Squidward undercover to the Chum Bucket to make his chum fricasee."
SpongeBob was shocked.
"You-you mean to tell me that it was all planned, even down to Squidward making everybody sick from undercooked chum? But-but you were angry at his success; you were crying because the chum was that delicious."
"All part of me actin' chops, boyo. You wouldn't think Squidward would be THAT egotistical to let his own recipe not be cooked all the way through." Krabs responded.
"Another time was when Plankton was smitten with me mother. I told him that she knew the formuler too, which she did because I showed her how to make them. Plankton really had changed his ways then. Because we came up with the recipe ourselves, I lied and told him it runs in the Krabs family. After all, it should've been me father if that were the case. He was too stupid to realize THAT little tidbit. I just wanted to prove he was lying by re-triggering his obsession."
He finally realized he went off-topic.
"Anyway, what was I talking about?"
SpongeBob replied, "We were watching the entrances to see if Plankton would strike."
Squidward woke up from his regularly-scheduled nap.
"You mean (yawn) the front door and the back door?", he groggily mumbled.
Krabs reminded the two workers of the network of tunnels stretched all above and below the restaurant.
"Plankton's too smart for that! He's probably planted secret cameras all along the vents by now. Arr-arr-arr-arr! But I'm prepared too. I'm calling someone... special."
He got on his shell-phone and dialed a number that reached all the way to the surface world. The signal ran all the way to a big house, where a lone figure in a full dark blue scuba suit sat stroking a small box, which he then put in his pocket.
"Hello!"
Krabs replied, "Yes, hello. Is this the, uh, vigilante they call 'The Player'?"
"Yes, sir. What job do you want to me to pull off?"
"Well, Mr. P, my name is Eugene H. Krabs, I'm the owner and proprietor of the Krusty Krab, perhaps you've heard of it."
The Player responded, "Uh, no, but I have heard of your rival Sheldon Plankton."
"Well you see, Plankton always tries to get the upper-hand at trying to steal me secret Krabby Patty formuler but... I, uh, need him to have a little accident."
SpongeBob could hear the whole conversation from the office door. Murder was where he drew the line at giving into his charismatic boss's demands, like he was under a spell. SpongeBob didn't want Krabs to try to murder anybody anymore. But he kept his mouth shut, for fear of what his boss was capable of.
The Player resumed conversation, having been informed of the network of tunnels.
"Don't you have a lookout post, like a surveillance room or something?"
"NO!", Krabs shrieked before clearing his throat.
"I mean, no. Well it was deactivated a long time ago. Turns out my show 'Life in Bikini Bottom' had a ton of privacy lawsuits. Actually I get suspicious of anyone who's tried to steal me recipe. But enough stallin'. It's high-time I'm offerin' 10,000 clams for you."
"Deal. Speaking of clams, I'll get my security cameras." (hang up)
Krabs opened the door and greeted SpongeBob.
"So how'd it go, boss-man?"
The crustacean chuckled. "This time I've got the upper-hand. He won't be able to resist a job like this after I feed him one of me Patties (trademarked by the Krusty Korporation)."
About 30 minutes later, a strange sound was heard, like a rhythmic contraption.
The manager and his employees rushed outside to where a giant, blurry silhouette slowly formed, the sponge slowly backing away.
"It's-it's THE CYCLOPS!", he screamed.
Krabs pushed him back.
"No, boyo. That is the answer to me problems... forever."
The Player had arrived.