A/N: I know I've been quiet on here mainly because I'm more active on ao3 which has the same name but without the dashes. Hope y'all enjoy this chapter.
Squidward shook at this revelation. Will might've been murdered. "I think. . .I'm gonna head to bed." He said suddenly, standing up and heading upstairs.
SpongeBob watched him leave, looking at Sandy as she frowned. She sighed, turning the tv off and gathering her jacket.
"Guess I better head on out," Sandy said, putting her jacket on and taking out her phone. "I'll see y'all tomorrow."
"Okay, make it back safe," SpongeBob said, walking her to the door and immediately looking for Squidward.
He found the cephalopod in his spare room, lying in bed with his back to the sponge. His shoulders shook as he wept, covering his face with the pillow.
"Squidward?" SpongeBob asked, tentatively touching the other man's back.
Squidward flinched, turning to look at his coworker. He sniffled, thanking the sponge as he went to grab a roll of tissue. He just wanted to rest.
Sandy headed back to her hotel, letting out a sigh as her phone rang with a call from her mother.
"Hey Ma, yeah, I jus' finished checkin' in on Squidward." She said, gathering her things to shower. "He ain't doin' so hot, but I think some time n therapy will help."
"Well, hon, I'm glad you went n are stayin' fer yer friend," Jodi said, rolling out the dough for a gingerbread house. "Make sure ya get some rest yerself, won't be good to nobody tired."
"I will. Love you, Ma." Sandy said, hanging up as she felt that someone else was in the room with her.
She turned, body coiled in case she had to fight. She turned the lamp on, finding a green cephalopod sitting on her bed, messing with a phone.
She only saw him in photos and very currently on an autopsy table.
"Will?"
