Chapter 9
Curse of Squidton
Plankton approached Squidward's house. Squidward came outside holding his clarinet.
"You have the spell," Plankton asked.
"Yes," Squidward replied, "You dispatched the preditor?"
"He is on pursuit as we speak," Plankton replied.
(cutaway)
A motorcycle roared up to the gas station where the two fish were. The figure was tall and made of chrome. On his back was etched, "Dennis 2.0."
"We need to stop him," The taller one said. They immediately started throwing rocks at the robot. The mechanical fish studied a piece of sesame seed on the ground, ignoring the barrage.
Dennis 2.0 hopped back on the motorcycle and drove away.
(cut back)
"Good," Squidward said. He stepped out of his house. Squidward had his clarinet in an odd grip of his tentacle. Plankton had moved back so as not to be squished. Squidward closed his front door and picked up Plankton. He then carried Plankton to the Chum Bucket.
"Allow me," Plankton said. He jumped down from Squidward's tentacle onto the ground. Plankton opened the door to the Chum Bucket with all his might. They both went inside. Plankton had set up his keyboard.
"Ready when you are," Plankton said.
Squidward took out some sheet music and began to play his clarinet, carefully trying to hit each note. Plankton tried to follow along, but his rhythm was off. Squidward stopped playing.
"We have to synchronize if the spell is going to work," Squidward said.
"How," Plankton asked, "When we have nothing in common?"
Squidward thought for a bit. Plankton thought for a bit.
"Actually," Squidward said, "I think we have one thing in common."
"What's that," Plankton asked.
"We both hate Mr. Krabs and Spongebob," Squidward replied
"Hey yeah," Plankton said, "Let's think about that."
Squidward started playing again. Plankton began to play again. The song was angry and sharp. A dark mist covered their feet; the song distorted as the fog turned into a thundering cloud. The music became more and more twisted as the cloud consumed them.
Green lighting flashed.
Plankton was gone, and Squidward was playing by himself. His grip on his instrument tightened as if in pain.
Red lighting flashed.
Two antennas came out of Squidward's head. He dopped his clarinet and stopped for a moment. Then he picked up and started playing a keytar. Music still sounds less like a melody and more like noise.
Indigo Lighting flashed.
His teeth became fang-like, sharp, and pointed.
Black lighting flashed.
The music stopped abruptly, and the cloud disappeared. A new being entirely stood where Squidward was standing. He had tentacles like Squidward. He had antennas like Plankton. It had one bushy unibrow. He wore a black hoodie. He opened his eyes one at a time. The left eye looked like one of Squidward's eyes. The right eye looked like Planktons. He chuckled like Squidward.
"We are now of one body," He said, sounding like Plankton.
"It would appear so," He said, sounding like Squidward, and then asked himself in Plankton's voice, "What shall we call ourselves?"
He thought for a moment, letting the gravity of what had happened sink in.
"Squidton," The two voices said in harmony. He proceeded to laugh terrifyingly.
He turned to exit the Chum Bucket, walk across the street, and enter the Krusty Krab. Squidton looked at the ice statue Mr. Krabs had become.
Squidton snarled, "Good riddance."
He then went into Mr. Krabs' office, opened the safe, and took the Formula to the Krabby Patty. Plankton's voice was chuckling in delight. Squidward felt his tentacles shake; he felt irrationally scared. Squidton practically dragged their feet back to the Chum Bucket.
Squidton muttered, "Pull it together; we have work to do."