I do not own any of these characters or this show. I hope you guys like this story. It will be short, and updates may not be as frequent as my other stories, but I hope you enjoy it.

Consider this story to be taken place in an alternate universe.

He hated life. That was all that needed to be said, but some would say that would be an understatement to how he truly felt. He hated his life. He couldn't stand it at all.

There was nothing and no one Spongebob Squarepants despised more than his father. There were nights when the seventeen-year-old would cry to sleep about how his life have come to this. He should be happy. He was living the dream life. He was at the top of his class. He was popular at Bikini Bottom High School. He was currently nominated for a full scholarship to Bikini Bottom U.

Yet, he hated life. His mother had passed when he was born, and his father was a professor at the most prestigious university in the ocean and was always pressuring Spongebob to excel in his academics, completely oblivious that his son had other passions. He loved to cook, but living in an upper-class household meant food was prepped for you by a cook that Harold had hired a long time ago.

He wanted to follow his passion, but his father had already destined Spongebob to attend college and become a lawyer, a profession Spongebob obviously dreaded, but he didn't want to disappoint his father, despite his secretive contempt for him.

He sat on his bed as he popped a few pills. He had kept these pills stashed in his room. He needed a coping mechanism, and these were the best he got.

The house they lived in was gorgeous. A two-story home, with a huge front lawn and backyard, the inside had its own front room, a spacious and decorative living room, and a kitchen that was big enough to prepare meals for an entire class of fish. Harold Squarepants applied his cufflinks on his suit as he called for his son to come down.

"Spongebob, you're going to be late for school!"

Just then, his gloomy but well-dressed son came down the stairs. Spongebob was equipped with a black bow tie (even though he preferred a regular tie that was red) along with a white dress shirt and black khakis. It was Harold's style, but definitely not Spongebob's taste.

Spongebob sighed as his father grabbed his suitcase and spoke. "There's breakfast in the fridge. Just microwave it and you will be fine."

Spongebob bit his lip as his father walked towards the door. "Um, Dad?"

Harold turned and looked curiously at his son. "Yes?"

Spongebob gulped as he was about to make his request. "There's a culinary class that is open for enrollment at the school, I was wondering if I could sign up."

Harold scoffed. "Spongebob, keep your mind off of this cooking nonsense and focus on those business courses right now."

"But...but this is my dream..."

"Dream, scheem. I don't have time for dreams, I have time for goals. And you should focus on one of your goals, and that is the ACT that is coming up." Harold exclaimed.

Spongebob shook his head as he felt his eyes growing damp. "I can't believe this. You never let me do what I want to do!"

He couldn't stay there any longer. He bolted through the front door. He just couldn't face his father at that moment. He just couldn't.

He just couldn't stand his life.

Living on the North Side of Bikini Bottom was rough for some people, but not for Patrick Star. He was a chubby but tough seventeen-year-old who was involved in a lot of situations one could expect a grown adult to be a part of.

From his sexual escapades to his drinking and smoking habits, Patrick was completely outlandish compared to other fish in the sea, and that was probably why his parents wanted to move.

They used to live in the dark streets of Oceanburg. The neighborhood they lived in was not horrible, but it was near the inner-city, which involved a lot of gangs, including the notorious Bubble Popping Boys, that accompanied both Oceanburg and New Kelp City.

Both Cecil and Bunny Star wanted better opportunities for their son, especially since they knew what he did during his free time. Every time they would enter their son's room, there would be a slight chance the room would smell like alcohol, cigar smoke, or sex. Patrick knew how much it affected both his parents that he would resort to participating in such inappropriate activities, though Cecil and Bunny were great at hiding what they feel. One instance was when Cecil was in a fist fight with his tiresome boss and got fired, and he came home that day bright as a day, despite his wife's emotional episode when she found out the news.

They decided to move to Bikini Bottom, as the public schools there were ranked the best in the ocean, and the rent was much more affordable, and both Cecil and Bunny obtained jobs in the city. Cecil managed to convince his former employer following his resignation to instead transfer him to another Space Agency in Bikini Bottom, while Bunny worked as a receptionist at a nearby daycare for troubled kids. They knew they would obtain more opportunities living in Bikini Bottom than they would be living in the big city.

Bikini Bottom High School was expecting Patrick Star, and both Cecil and Bunny were nervous about how their son would perform in school, both academically and socially. They knew their son all too well, despite how loyal he was to them, they knew all about his bad habits.

Patrick relaxed on his bed, in his new room, in his new home, in a brand new town.

He quietly lit the cigar that was in his mouth, cursing under his breath at the thought of starting school the next day.

What do you think, huh? Unlike my other stories, the characters here are born OOC. Can't wait for them to interact. I'm still deciding what an alternate Sandy would be like. She could be a slut, sleeping with any other fish at her school. Or a typical cheerleader who is hurting on the inside.

What do you guys think? What do you think an alternate Mr. Krabs would be like? Alternate Squidward? I'm open to suggestions. I promise to update An Ex's Revenge very soon.