Patrick's Confession

After a good night's sleep, Spongebob decided to go visit Patrick. Unfortunately, Squidward was already there. Squidward was chewing Patrick out. Spongebob listened in on their conversation.
"Your supposed to bullying him," Squidward said, "Not giving him a reason to be trusting."
"I know," Patrick replied meekly, "But when I look into his eyes it's like, I can see our friendship blossom all over again."
"Again with his eyes," Squidward said in an angry tone, "I told you not to stare into them. They are as deep and blue as the ocean itself and can make you question all you know. That's why you must avoid looking at them directly."
"It feels so wrong to hurt someone I once held dear," Patrick said, "But If you insist, I can hit him by 'accident'.That way, at least my conscious will be clear."

"Very well," Squidward said, "But hit him extra hard."

Spongebob was shocked.

"It was all Squidwards fault," He whispered, "That doesn't sound right."

The rock lifted, Spongebob hid in the bushes, Squidward left Patrick's house. The rock closed, Squidward walked off to his house. As he passed the bushes, Spongebob watched Squidward walk away. Spongebob got out of the bushes feeling sad.

"Poor Squidward," he said, "All alone."

He quickly took the polaroid out and stared intently at it. The top blur faded slowly.

"Shell," he read slowly, then he became excited, "the first word is shell!"

He excitedly ran up to Patrick's rock and knocked. The rock lifted, Patrick sticking out of the bottom.

"Hey, Sponge-Buddy," Patrick said enthusiastically, "How's It going?"

"Great," Spongebob replied, "I've got something to show you."

"Okay," Said Patrick. He pushed himself off the rock into the hole below.

"Come on in," He shouted.

Spongebob climbed into the hole, the rock closed adrubtly behind him.

"Patrick," Spongebob said excitedly, "I've got something to show you."

He gave Patrick a look at the polaroid. Patrick ony saw a big blur on the picture.

"That's great and all," he said, "but what is it?"

"You can't see it," Spongebob asked, turning away.

"Well," Patrick said raising his hand up, "You're so much smarter than me."

Spongebob, almost instinctively, dodged Patrick's incoming arm. Patrick was shock. He felt like a big lump entered his throat and it refused to go down. Spongebob knew Patrick didn't really want to hurt him.

"It's a clam with words on it," Spongebob said, now careful not to turn his back again, "Can't you tell?"

Patrick looked again, the blurry image looked oddly familiar. He then looked at Spongebob, avoiding direct eye contact.

"It feels like I've seen this before," he said, "I just can't seem to remember when and where."

Spongebob put the picture on a near-by table, not daring to damage it.

"Looks like your suffering from amnesia like me," said Spongebob.

Patrick shook his head.

"No, I'm not," he said, "I just can't remember that particular image."

Spongebob looked at Patrick, fallowing his eyes with great focus. When Patrick let his eyes meet Spongebob's, he felt the sadness he saw in Spongebob's eyes. Patrick fell to his hands and knees, He started to cry genuine tears. Spongebob came up to Patrick and gently hugged his friend's neck. Patrick gave Spongebob a big bear hug back, still on his knees.

"I'm so sorry Spongebob," Patrick said softly, "Squidward seems to remember everything that happened before."

"It's alright Pat," Spongebob replied, "I have a little more memory then you do of the past."

"How much do you remember," Patrick asked, letting Spongebob go, "I don't remember what all happened."

"I remember being manager of the Krusty Krab," Spongebob said.

"I remember," Patrick began.

Then, Patrick stood up quickly. It was so fast, Spongebob could of sworn he was being dragged up by some invisible force. Then Spongebob watched as Patrick was pinned to the wall. Patrick's head was thumping. In a red cloud of smoke, a shadowy figure wearing a black cloak appeared. They were holding a hand towards Patrick.

"Nothing," A cold voice said from the shadow of the hood, "You remember nothing."

Spongebob quickly put on his karate gloves. He ran forward, hand raised in the air. The dark figure turned and dropped Patrick. They chuckled devilishly, and a red ball of energy formed in their other hand. They fired a red beam at a charging Spongebob. Spongebob dodged the attack by jumping up, aiming to hit the top of the dark intruder's head. The stranger moved aside, making Spongebob get his arm plant into the ground. he got on his knees and attempted to pull it out. Patrick saw the hooded figure about to blast Spongebob again. When Spongebob finally got his hand free, both of the stranger's hand was aglow with red. Acting quickly, Patrick threw a rock at their head and missed.

"I see your still weak," the voice said, "Perhaps this fight will be a little more interesting when you're stronger in your magic."

"Wait," Spongebob asked, "what do you mean?"

The stranger ignored the question and disappeared after another puff of red smoke.

"Well that was weird," Patrick said.

"Definitely," Spongebob responded, "So what what do you remember?"

"I remember," Patrick said, struggling to recall much of anything, "Stairs and some guy named Dennis."

"Stairs," Spongebob said, "That does sound familiar to me. As well as that name, Dennis."

Spongebob picked up the photo and stared at it. Patrick saw Spongebob had let his guard down, but he didn't want to hit Spongebob anymore. So, he looked at the photo over Spongebob's shoulder. Suddenly, Some of the blur faded and Patrick saw the shell shape.

"It's a shell," Patrick said happily, "I see It now, it's a shell."

"I see it too Pat," Spongebob said, "and the word Shell."

"Woo-hoo," Patrick shouted, pumping his arms up. Spongebob saw, for a brief moment, the other words.

"Why can't I remember," Spongebob asked himself, "Am I missing something?"