Author's note:

Sorry it's been so long since my last update, I got charged with drug possession and assault of a police officer. I spent a year in prison, out on parole now. I'm not allowed to post online but my parole officer has no idea I have this account :3 I had nothing to do in jail but think about this fic and I'm back with lots of new ideas! (^ω^✿) Prison was hard, I dealt with so much loss, but this fic kept me going through it all. This is dedicated to my late cellmate...miss you every day..,

.。.:*・° .。.:*・° Fly High, Bubba ❤? .。.:*・° .。.:*・°

The next day I woke up with a pleasant ache in my back and a faint burn in my squid hole. Larry was next to me, one of his claws around my sweet, submissive body. I watched him sleep, he looked so peaceful. The gentle sunlight from the window behind illuminating him like a saint in the catholic church. I managed to untangle myself from his body, having to unstick myself from the sheets too, my ink having dried between us. Looking back at my ink, I'll probably have to replace the sheets, it'll be impossible to scrub my squid ink from out of the sheets.

Looking over at the clock, I saw I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm, so I reached over and turned off the alarm. I figured I'd just get ready and then wake Larry up before leaving.

Stepping into my bathroom, I finally got a chance to look at my squid body. I was covered in hickies, and I could feel a distinct stickiness between my cheeks, causing me to grimace.

Stepping into the shower, I turned the hot water on and began washing my body, finally having a moment to myself to just think.

What exactly was my relationship with Larry now? Were we dating? Just fuck buddies? Was this just a one night stand? I've never been in a relationship like this before, how could I even have a conversation about this with him?

After successfully washing my squid hole out of his lobster jizz, I finished getting ready and decided to wake Larry up before going to work.

"Larry, Larry...wake the fuck up" I said as I gently shook him, the large red lobster letting out a groan and sitting up, clearly still tired.

"Good morning, Sqy." He said as he stretched, leaning over and kissing my cheek, causing me to blush. "Do you have work?"

"Yeah, even though I fucking hate it there. I really need to go, but you can stay here, there's coffee downstairs." I said, pulling on my Krusty Krab hat.

"Thanks, Sqy. I'll see you later, my little bubble babe." Larry said, flashing me a grin as I left, hurrying to the Krusty Krab.

I groan a deep squid sigh and squid strut into the Krusty Krab doors (pweh pweh pweh). Leaving this cloud 9 feeling I was happily on with Larry, and coming back down to my normal shithole reality. I hear a vile bloody scream coming from Mr. Krabs's office. My penis retracts in fear and annoyance. Mr. Krabs slams open the door with the strength of rabid seadog. "MISTER SQUIDWARD! FRONT AND CENTER!" he yelled. I did a gay little squid run(pweh pweh pweh), that clearly upset him a bit, but not enough to bring it up. "Yes sir?" I question. "Mister Squidward, I just had the funniest fucking idea for a post. We're going to get so many notes" I stop myself from mentioning to him that "notes" are for tumblr, remembering what he did the last time I made such an accusation…I still have the bruises. I still have the scars.

He shows me his iphone 2 with the Krusty Krab Korporate twitter account open, the post was a voyeuristic zoomed in photograph of Plankton and his computer wife Karen arguing, Plankton was crying. The post was captioned #mycockhurts. I didn't understand what he meant by this, Mr. Krabs hasn't been making much sense lately, but he gets very violent when I question him so I just tell him how funny his post is.

I look over and see Spongebob picking up used tampons and vaping pens full of sugar water near the gender neutral bathroom. He looks up and sees me, but quickly looks back down at the used tampons dried to the ground and continues picking them up...He didn't acknowledge me. Why didn't he acknowledge me? That's not like him. Spongebob could know of a fish who's gone against every code in the geneva convention and still have a 2 hour long conversation about their day. What's going on?