Author Notes - Now here is something I don't think anyone was asking for but I'm providing it anyway: an adaptation of the beloved video game, Battle for Bikini Bottom!
Right, before we get started, we gotta lay down some ground rules. This will be a rather loose adaptation, due to the 3D-platforming/exploration gameplay being really tough to work with in a written story. The basics of the 'story' will remain, and I will attempt to include as much as I possibly can, but plenty of stuff will have to get the cut. In fact, I'm not sure if we'll see Sand Mountain at all, since that level has even less plot than the others. However, I will be making up for it by expanding on certain elements and including characters who were not seen in the actual game.
Oh, and possibly including some cut content too. Looking at you, Robot Squidward. Or Squidwork Technicals, as I'm tempted to rename you to.
CHAPTER ONE - DON'T OBEY
Ah, welcome to zee story, dear readers. Zis a story about friendship, overcoming zee odds, and destroying millions and millions of crazy killer robots. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let's start zis story at zee beginning, shall we?
Welcome to Bikini Bottom. A normally peaceful undersea sanctuary. Today, it will be transformed into a theatre of pure horror, wherein our little yellow friend will play zee starring role. To see how such a catastrophic day could begin, let's go visit zee least popular restaurant in zee ocean:
Zee Chum Bucket.
'Today's the big day!'
Plankton stood by himself in his massive lab, manically announcing his plan to absolutely no one as per the usual, on a stool in the middle of the room. Randomly declaring his plans for domination for no reason would not be out of the ordinary for him, but today he had a good reason to be doing so. Right behind him was a big machine made entirely of metal, with one big funnel aimed at the floor and another even bigger funnel attached to the ceiling. It had two labelled levers, and a big red-and-yellow logo that read, in all caps: DUPLICATOTRON! Exclamation mark included.
In fact, Plankton was so proud of this new device that he did what all the great supervillains do: he monologued.
'I have devised a genius plan to finally steal the Krabby Patty formula.' He said, rubbing his hands and antennae in a diabolical fashion. 'And if Bikini Bottom happens to get demolished in the process,' He shrugged. 'Oh well!'
'What makes this different from every other plan? Is this one actually good?'
A groan escaped Plankton's mouth. Well, that was a mood-killer; his 'darling' computer wife barged into the room, seemingly for the sole purpose of putting him down. Without even turning around to look at her, he knew there was an irritated look on her screen.
'For your information, Karen,' He said, crossing his arms. 'This plan is, in fact, genius!' He turned to his machine with his eye sparkling. 'With my brand new DuplicatoTron 3000, I'll clone an army of robots that will wreak mayhem and destruction at my command! The funnel leading through the ceiling spews out mini-DuplicatoTrons, which I have dubbed D1000s, that will make my army grow even faster and bigger!'
'Because your track record with building robots is oh so good.' Karen remarked, recalling that water-toaster-windmill abomination.
Plankton rubbed his temples. 'It amazes me how I can tell you're rolling your eyes without even looking at you. I'm ignoring you now!'
He then monologued some more like she wasn't even in the room. Karen let a sound of frustration leave her speakers, but yet, she remained in the room. She had to see how this plan went down.
'One last review of the checklist.' Plankton said, putting his hand to his chin. 'Let's see... Item number one: is Plankton a genius? Answer: yes. Okay, checklist complete! Flippin' the switch!'
'Oh, brother…' Karen muttered to herself, practically waiting for everything to go wrong.
He leapt from the stool all the way to the on/off lever, slamming down upon it with as much force as his little body could expel. Nothing. So, he jumped on it again. And again. And again. After what must've been at least eight times, the lever finally moved downwards from the 'off' position into the glorious 'on' position.
His heart fluttered when he heard those gears grinding and steam valves expelling. Then, just as Karen was about to snark, something popped out of the smaller funnel: a robot! It was small and simple, to be sure, looking like a couple of metal boxes stacked on top of each other. But it had an impressive green eye, and held a rod with electrical charge at the end. Don't think too hard about that last one, considering the aquatic setting.
'Introducing!' He yelled, pointing at the robot like it was a grand work of art. 'The Fodder! It may not be very strong and it may break easily, but they're very easy to make in numbers so high that they will overwhelm you anyway!'
That wasn't the only Fodder to pop out of the machine. It was followed by another one. And another, and another. It must've been making a new Fodder every few seconds.
'Welcome, my perfectly obedient robot army!' Plankton declared. 'Hang on, I want to get a photo for my scrapbook…'
Before he could leave to get his camera, however, he noticed something catastrophic. The Fodders weren't rolling out their door on their wheels to steal the formula, or destroy Bikini Bottom, or anything of the sort. Instead, the ten or so Fodders had him surrounded, aiming their electrical rods at him.
'Wait!' He said, his arms flailing. 'What do you think you're doing?!'
'You set it to 'Don't Obey', genius.' Karen said, nonchalantly pointing at the machine.
Don't obey? Plankton was certain that even he wouldn't make a mistake like that, let alone put that setting on his own machine in the first place! But when he looked at what lever his wife was pointing at, he saw that - indeed - it was pointing down to mean 'DON'T OBEY'.
His jaw fell wide open. 'Don't obey? DON'T OBEY?! Why would I put a setting like that on my machine!?'
Karen gave him a half-hearted shrug. 'Beats me. Maybe my standards for your plans were set a little too high.'
Plankton was going to respond to this remark, to put Karen in her place, but couldn't say a word before one of the Fodders picked him up and hoisted him into a tight grip.
'Wait!' He cried. 'Put me down!'
With their 'master' in hand, the group of Fodders charged for the front door with even more Fodders emerging from the machine behind them. And all Karen could do was roll her eyes and turn around to return to whatever work she was doing.
'KAREN!' Plankton yelled. 'HELP ME! TURN THE MACHINE TO 'OBEY'! Or turn it off. That would work too. DO ANYTHING, REALLY!'
'Nope.' She replied. 'You got yourself into this mess. You can get yourself out of it. … Then again, maybe you can't.'
Only then did it really sink into Plankton that the robots were about to kick him out of the Chum Bucket itself. 'But I'm your master! I made you! No, no! Oh… MY GOOD CHINA!'
While all of this nonsense was going down, our porous hero sat in his living room in blissful ignorance of what kind of trouble he was going to get himself into.
SpongeBob held a toy horse in his hand; more specifically, a toy of one of those freaky four-legged 'Land Horses' that Sandy rode around on. Patrick sat down next to him, rolling a little toy robot across the floor.
'And Princess Sparkle-Hooves saves her kingdom from the evil Robots of Robotica once again!' SpongeBob announced, holding the little toy up like it was yet another trophy.
'Aw…' Patrick said, crossing his arms. 'I never win this game…'
Gary sat in the chair, trying to get some shuteye but struggling to do so thanks to his very loud owner. If only he could follow their little game at all, he might enjoy watching it.
'Another perfect day playing Robots and Racehorses!' SpongeBob said, putting the toy aside. 'What do you think, Patrick?'
'Yeah,' Patrick replied. 'Only I keep getting the racehorses and the robots mixed up.'
SpongeBob glanced at the toy robot in his best friend's hand, and then suddenly, a little idea popped into his little square head.
'Wouldn't it be great if we had real robots to play with Patrick?' He said, standing up. 'I'd name mine Robo Junior. Or Zorlon. Or maybe Frankie! I guess that depends on what they wanted me to call them.'
Gary emitted a little groan. 'Meoooow.'
'HEY!' SpongeBob yelled, turning around to give his pet a look. 'I am not afraid of robots! … Anymore. … It was all in their imagination, you know. … Okay, okay, I shouldn't watch that movie ever again.'
'Yeah,' Patrick said, getting to his feet too. 'These unreal robots are getting boring.' He grinned as a great idea came to his little brain. 'Hey, what if we put the robots in here?'
From his pocket, he pulled out a plastic pink seashell with a pull-string attached to it. Why he was carrying that around with him was anyone's guess. SpongeBob recognised that familiar shape, and almost bowed down to it.
'Is that… the Magic Conch Shell?' He asked, eyes twinkling.
'Nope, but you're close.' Patrick replied. 'Created by the same company who gifted us the glorious Magic Conch Shell, I introduce to you… the MAGIC WISHING SHELL!' (He held a metal can to his mouth in an attempt to make it echo, but Neptune knows where he got it from.)
SpongeBob chuckled. 'How shellfish of you, Patrick!'
Gary audibly groaned from this terrible pun.
'So, how does it work?' SpongeBob asked.
'It's simple!' Patrick said, putting his toy robot into the shell. 'You put the robot in like this…'
'Okay.'
'Then we say the magic wishing words. And shake the magic wishing shell!'
'Okay!'
'And then, you pull on this string, and tell the shell your wish!'
He pulled on the string, much like the other model, and the shell spoke in a similar feminine voice to the last one.
'What is your magic wish?' It said.
'To have real robots to play with!' SpongeBob yelled.
By this point, Gary gave up on having a good snail-nap and so slithered out of his seat and out of the room. Hopefully, he'd find a quiet and calm place to sleep. Considering who he shared this house with, however, he doubted it.
'Then we go to sleep,' Patrick continued, grinning like an idiot. 'And in the morning, we'll have real robots to play with!'
SpongeBob looked at the shell, and cocked an eyebrow (wait, does he even have eyebrows?). 'But Patrick, aren't we going to say the magic wishing words?'
The answer was a nonchalant: 'You already did.'
The sea sponge scratched his head in confusion. 'So 'okay' is the magic wishing word?'
'That wasn't the word it came with. It used to be Alakazama-ala-balo-weesnaw-dinky-tana-fooshbarg-griddlebits-von-wiener-schnauzer. But I kept forgetting it.'
SpongeBob was so caught up in that overly-long magical word, which he could not repeat even if his life depended on it, that he almost forgot what the conversation was even about. Almost.
'Are you sure this'll work?' He asked.
'Sure!' Patrick said cheerfully. 'Last week, I only had one big cookie crumb, and I was really hungry, so I put my cookie crumb in the magic wishing shell. Then I said the magic wishing word and shook it, and in the morning I had lots of little cookie crumbs!'
SpongeBob saw no fault in this logic.
'Patrick, I proclaim that tomorrow is going to be the best day ever!' He said, standing like a superhero to emphasise his words. 'Wanna sing that song with me?'
Patrick shrugged. 'Eh, I would, but if I don't head home now, I'll be late for my pre-sleep snack. And if I'm late for that, I'll be late for sleep. And that'll make me late for awake! But, before I go, here.'
He handed the 'Magic Wishing Shell' over to SpongeBob, who proceeded to cradle it like it was a little baby.
'You're the one who made the wish.' Patrick said, heading for the door. 'So you have to keep the shell safe in your home, or the wish won't work!'
SpongeBob gave a little salute. 'I promise to guard this shell with my life!'
So, the boys bade their goodbyes for the night, and SpongeBob placed the Magic Wishing Shell on his bedroom drawer a little too close to the edge. Neither of them knew of the little Fodder rolling across their front yards.
'Gonna play with robots, gonna play with robots, gonna play with robots…'
SpongeBob sang this simplistic and repetitive song to himself as he skipped down the stairs, ready to see his swarm of playful robots awaiting him in the living room. Or the front yard. Or anywhere really. Just imagine all the people he could share his robots with! Patrick. Squidward. Sandy. Fred. That kid in his kindergarten class whose name escaped him. Everyone!
'Gonna play with- WOAH!'
That was not at all what he got when he opened the door at the base of his staircase. The living room looked as though a whirlpool had torn right through it! The chair and tables were knocked over. The big hook decoration on the wall had fallen to the floor. Trash was littered everywhere. And, most disturbing of all, someone had painted an obscene message on his wall in big red letters: YOUR BIKINI BOTTOM STINKS! Gary was smack dab in the middle of it all.
'Gary!' He said. 'Did you do this, mister?'
'Mrooow.' This response likely translated to; I don't have hands. How could I have done this?
'Well, if you didn't do it, who did?' He gasped. 'Did I eat too much ice-cream again?'
'Mrow.'
SpongeBob wiped his brow. 'Phew! That's a relief. But if I didn't do it, and you didn't do it, who did?'
Gary responded not with another meow, but by slithering over to the television. He turned it on, and - with some excellent timing - the news was talking about the whole situation at that very moment. As TVs always seem to do in stories. Realistic Fish Head, otherwise known as Johnny, was in his booth with a beautiful graphic of murderous robots in the corner of the screen.
'Breaking news!' He declared. 'Bikini Bottom residents have been attacked by a raging torrent of robot horror!'
'… … … Oh.'
That certainly answered SpongeBob's question, but it didn't make him any happier. When that news sunk into every one of his pores, his heart dropped.
'R-Robots?'
'We have Perch Perkins on the scene to report on this clinking clanking clattering calamitous cacophony!' Johnny continued.
The footage cut to a slightly bruised Perch Perkins walking through Downtown Bikini Bottom. Robots swarmed the city in droves, and already buildings were smoking from small underwater fires.
'Perch Perkins coming to you live at Downtown Bikini Bottom!' Perch said, walking around the city slowly. 'Here, we can see an entire army of robots wreaking all sorts of havoc. They're breaking into people's homes, knocking over cars, stealing candy from babies-'
'THAT ROBOT STOLE MY ANGEL'S LOLLIPOP!' An enraged mother yelled.
'And even- OH SWEET NEPTUNE THEY'RE COMING FOR M-!' He was interrupted by a big 'we are experiencing technical difficulties' screen.
SpongeBob felt a certain void opening up within him when he saw the last look of terror on Perch's face.
After a second, Johnny reappeared on the screen. 'Uh, I'm sure he is okay. To distract you, I will show you footage of the distress your friends are going through. We definitely got these people's permission before exposing their plights on TV.'
The sea sponge found himself unable to move from his spot and change the channel. His big blue eyes were glued to the screen, staring in horror at the chaos unfolding in front of him.
'Hey! Give me my carrots back!' Squidward demanded before he was electrocuted.
'Ya bucket 'a bolts better control yaselves, or I'll deliver a Texas whoopin' on ya butts!' Sandy yelled, trying to cover up a leak in her dome.
'That is my prized smelly sock collection! Each one has a unique odour that took years to achieve!' Patrick said, chasing after a Fodder.
'You gotta put your back into it! LIFT! LIIIFT!' Larry shouted at some robots that were failing to steal his dumbbells.
'DAAAAADDYYYYYY! These lame robots are smashing my Boys Who Cry collection!' Pearl whale-d as the robots tore apart Mr Krabs's home.
With each new piece of footage, the corners of SpongeBob's head drooped and his face sank so much it was practically falling off his body. He thanked Neptune himself when the footage cut away from all of his suffering friends, suffering because of him.
I caused this… all because of my stupid wish!
'Authorities are not sure just who is responsible for unleashing the mechanical menaces,' Johnny said. 'But they have assured us that the person is in big-big trouble.'
SpongeBob, much to Gary's shock, leapt from the floor and hugged onto the TV for dear life, with his face right up in the screen.
'It was ME!' He cried. 'I'm the one who caused this robotic apocalypse!'
'Did I say big trouble? I meant so-enormous-that-it's-hard-to-comprehend trouble!'
'TAKE ME AWAY!'
'We'll keep you posted as this tragic story unfolds. Tragically, we're sure.'
'IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I'M SO-O-O-ORRY!'
He would've stayed stuck to the TV screen if Gary hadn't pried him off with an old shiny spatula. It didn't do Papa Sponge any good, for SpongeBob was in absolute tears. Tears of guilt and regret for his silly wish.
'Meow?'
'Don't you see, Gary?!' He cried. 'I made a wish that we would have real robots to play with, and now robots are storming Bikini Bottom and ruining everything!'
'Me-meow!'
'It can't be just a coincidence! What else could cause a whole swarm of robots to appear? It's all my fault, Gary…'
His wailing quieted, but the tears did not stop. The TV changed stories to a poor snail that almost didn't get home (but he did!), and he still sat there in his tears and guilt. Gary frowned; he certainly felt bad for Papa Sponge, but this was ridiculous.
'Meow!'
SpongeBob gasped, sat up, and wiped his tears away. 'Y-You're right, Gary! I shouldn't be sitting here wallowing in my own misery. If I caused this problem, then I should be the one to fix it.'
While Gary sat there and wondered how Papa Sponge could misinterpret his point so badly, SpongeBob leapt to his feet and puffed out his chest like the hero he was destined to be.
'I'll save the day, Gary!' He yelled. 'I'll dismantle every single one of those robots until there isn't a single one left if I have to. For my friends!'
'Meow?'
'Lun…? Well, I'd make myself a snack… BUT THERE'S NO TIME!'
Gary was about to respond with another snarky remark, but SpongeBob stayed true to his word and zoomed out the door so fast that he was nothing but a yellow blur. The snail grumbled, since he had to close the front door himself. He made sure to lock it, so Papa Sponge would hopefully learn his lesson this time.
'I'M GOING TO SAVE YOU, BIKINI BOTTOM!' SpongeBob declared, running out of his house. 'And nothing is going to stop-!'
'ARRRGH!'
Correction: the sound of someone screaming in pain would stop him. It was a rather familiar scream of agony as well, but when he looked around, he couldn't see anyone. Especially strange, since the scream sounded like it came from somewhere really close by.
'DOWN HERE, YOU IMBECILE!'
And that voice was incredibly familiar too.
'Oh…' He murmured to himself, lifting up his shoe.
When he checked under his shoe, he wasn't too surprised to see the green goopy remains of a squished Plankton. The look coming off that one eye wasn't even that pained or angry; more annoyed and resigned to the situation.
'Hi, Plankton!' SpongeBob said, waving to him.
'Yes, yes, hello…' Plankton muttered. 'Wanna help me out here?!'
SpongeBob peeled him off his shoe the same way you might peel off sticky tape, and set him gently upon the ground. It didn't take long for Plankton to pat himself back to his regular shape or fix up the bends in his antennae.
'Go away SpongeBob.' He said, before SpongeBob could ask any questions. 'You're polluting my thinking space.'
SpongeBob looked around in confusion. 'Why is your thinking space right outside my house?' He narrowed his eyes. 'Trying to steal the Krabby Patty formula again, eh Plankton? Well you won't get away with it!' His glare softened. 'U-Unless you're not trying to steal the formula. In which case, you can go about your day!'
Plankton groaned. 'I've got bigger fish to fry. I've got to figure out how to regain control of the Chum Bucket from those robots.'
The sea sponge winced. Apparently, his little wish had screwed over even more people than he realised. Now, he had gotten someone kicked out of their own house! An enemy, sure, but this is SpongeBob we're talking about here. Heroes or villains mean nothing to him if someone was in trouble.
'I'm so sorry, Plankton!' He cried. 'I brought those robots to life with my stupid wish!'
'You did what now?' Plankton asked.
'I wanna stop those mean old robots, but I don't even know where they came from!'
'Where? Umm... I don't know.' Plankton said, his eye darting back and forth nervously. 'N-Not from me, though. T-That's for sure! They just, uh, showed up out of nowhere and started calling me rude names and throwing things. They even bent all my spoons!' He put on the best fake tears he could manage. 'I love those spoons like they were my children.'
Luckily for Plankton, SpongeBob was as oblivious as always. The way his eyes were tearing up, you'd think someone had spilled some milk.
'That's terrible!' He said. 'I-I'm so sorry!'
'Oh, won't you help me stop them? Before they bend all my forks?'
SpongeBob gasped. 'Or the sporks! What will we do if they bend your sporks too?!'
'I-I don't know, but that would be terrible!'
It took a lot of willpower from Plankton not to groan in frustration and agony. This talk about bending sporks was already making his head hurt, but whatever kept the heat off him was worth it.
'Of course I'll help!' SpongeBob said. 'But you're not the only one who needs help around here. I gotta go check up on my friends first! They'll be mad at me for causing this mess, but I have to know if they're okay.'
'Alright, SpongeBob. You do that. Meanwhile, I'll be trying to regain access to my- OUCH!'
SpongeBob was so enthused to get going that he accidentally stepped on Plankton one more time. The poor copepod could only mutter obscenities under his breath as he peeled himself off the ground like gum that refused to move.
'Oh well…' He murmured. 'At least that idiotic frycook has taken the fall for it. That should give me plenty of time to get back into the Chum Bucket. Hopefully.'
And so, he began his looong trek back to the Chum Bucket. If he was lucky, he'd figure out what to do by the time he got back.
'PATRICK! PATRICKPATRICKPATRICK!'
SpongeBob found his pink friend sitting outside of his rock home, pouting in mild frustration. He didn't seem that bruised, at least, and most of the robots weren't anywhere near Conch Street.
'Oh, Patrick!' SpongeBob cried. 'Are you okay? Those robots didn't hurt you, did they?'
Patrick didn't stop pouting. 'They stole all my socks.'
The sponge fell to his knees. 'OH, I'M SO SORRY, PATRICK! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT MY FOOLISH WISH WOULD DO!'
Patrick stopped pouting this time, and got to his feet. He wasn't quite sure why his best friend was crying so hard - he didn't wish for the robots to be evil after all - but he didn't like it. So, he wrapped his arm around SpongeBob's shoulder and gave him a smile.
'Cheer up, buddy!' He said. 'Your wish wasn't that bad. I mean, Bikini Bottom isn't completely destroyed yet! It's just in flames and at risk of being destroyed.'
SpongeBob sniffed. 'T-That didn't really help.'
'Well, in that case… I got nothing.'
SpongeBob did not feel much better after that, but at least his best friend hadn't abandoned him yet. It was the only thing stopping him from completely breaking down.
'SPONGEBOB!'
The sound of his name being called made him jump, especially since he recognised that tough feminine voice with a southern drawl. When he spun around, he saw none other than Sandy running towards him with Mr Krabs close behind her.
'It's okay, Mr Krabs!' She said. 'He's alright.'
Mr Krabs breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank Neptune fer that. If I had lost me number one frycook, the Krusty Krab woulda be doomed fer sure!'
'Those are some… interestin' priorities.'
SpongeBob's heart rate increased sharply. How did they find out already? He grabbed onto the corners of his head for support, and pulled them so hard that he almost ripped them off. His eyes darted back and forth in a panic.
'Howdy, SpongeBob!' Sandy greeted, casually. 'I don't know what's goin' on, but I woke up this mornin' ta a swarm of robots wreakin' havoc! Are you-?'
'I'M SORRY!' He suddenly screamed, making them all jump back. 'I didn't want to hurt all of you!'
Sandy and Mr Krabs exchanged confused looks.
'Uh…' Sandy said. 'What are ya talkin' about?'
'I made a wish that I would have real robots to play with!' SpongeBob wailed. 'M-My wish came true, a-and now there are robots everywhere, a-and… IT WAS ALL MY FAULT!'
'Erm… you did this, boyo?' Mr Krabs asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 'I can't imagine that yer would do somethin' like that. Yer would never send a swarm of angry robots to disturb me restaurant!'
SpongeBob gasped. 'T-The robots are ruining the Krusty Krab?'
Mr Krabs nodded. 'This flappin' robot crisis… erm, of yours, apparently… is makin' the Krusty Krab lose money like a sinkin' ship! No money means no more Krusty Krab. No more Krusty Krab means no more fry cookin' fer you.'
The sea sponge responded to this possibility with a loud and very sad sniff. 'N-N-No more frycooking?'
Sandy gave Mr Krabs a look, one that said 'you are not helping'. To anyone else, it would've been horrifying to receive that look from her. Except Krabs was the only person in Bikini Bottom who was just as strong as her, if not stronger. So, he didn't really frighten him that much at all.
'What?' He asked. 'Am I wrong?'
'It's okay, Mr Krabs!' SpongeBob said, his tone becoming just a little more determined. 'I… I will fix this myself! I'm the one who made the wish, so I should be the one to fix it. I'll destroy every single one of those robots until there isn't a single one left!'
'All by yaself?' Sandy asked. 'That's mighty noble of ya, SpongeBob, but there must be hundreds of them robots tearin' up the neighbourhood! Everywhere from ma treedome all the way to Rock Bottom! That's a lot of work for just one sponge.'
SpongeBob bowed before his friends, like a knight sent off to fight for his king. 'I must, Sandy. I cannot bear to see my friends in danger, thanks to my own wish.'
Patrick cupped his hand around his chin, thinking (for once) for a few seconds. 'You know, SpongeBob… it was my idea to use the shell. So it's my fault too! That means I have to help you.'
Sandy wasn't sure if he was doing this on purpose to make his friend feel better, or was just spouting whatever came to his head and it happened to sound sweet, but she was loving it.
'Yeah!' She said. 'And, uh… you know, I build robots all the time. Well, not all the time, but I've delved inta the field a few times. Maybe these robots are some old projects I threw out, and your wish just magically brought 'em ta life. That means I should help too!'
SpongeBob gave them a teary smile. 'Y-You're really gonna help me?'
'It's all of our faults!' Patrick blurted out.
'Youuu betcha!' Sandy said.
She gave Mr Krabs a quick glare and loudly cleared her throat.
'Oh, I'd love ta help ya out too, Boyo.' Mr Krabs said. 'But me claws are full enough as it is. Those robots are makin' a mess of me restaurant, and-' He gasped. 'Me darlin' Pearl!'
With that, he scuttered away on his tiny feet faster than anyone could blink, rushing off like an angry jellyfish towards his anchor home.
'Well, at least his priorities are gittin' better.' Sandy remarked. 'And we don't need him anyway! With ma brains, and Patrick's brawn, and your… managerial skills, we can deal with this darn robot infestation on our own!'
'Yeah!' Patrick yelled, just trying to include himself at this point.
'Yeah…' SpongeBob said, wiping his eyes. 'T-Thanks, guys. We can share the fault together. Just us three and…'
He looked around. Something strange just dawned on him: he had met pretty much all of his close friends and neighbours this morning, except for one. A certain sq- octopus who hides away in a stone tiki head.
'Wait a minute…' He said. 'Where is Squidward? Oh no! I hope those mean old robots haven't got him!'
'Oh, I saw him this morning when the robots stole my socks.' Patrick said.
'Your what?' Sandy asked, though it went unanswered.
'Some of the robots stole his carrots, so he chased after them. I think he ended up in Jellyfish Fields.'
'JELLYFISH FIELDS?!' SpongeBob exclaimed. 'There could be tons of robots roaming around! He isn't safe there. Come on, guys! IT'S OFF TO JELLYFISH FIELDS!'
'Wait!' Sandy yelled. 'I think we should focus on findin' where the-'
'TO SQUIDWARD!' Patrick shouted.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, for the two lovable idiots ran towards Jellyfish Fields without even stopping for any sort of supplies or weapons first. All she could do was shake her head and sigh.
'Well, at least they've got tha enthusiasm part down…' She murmured. 'Wait fer me, fellas!'
Author Notes - I actually wanted to write a BfBB adaptation all the way back in 2019. Yep, took long enough. That was probably for the best, however. What little I managed to write wasn't as good as the stuff I write now, and it took too many deviations from the story. Not to mention that it felt like I was trying WAY too hard to squeeze in as many references to various episodes as possible.
The more cutscene-heavy a portion of the game is, the easier it'll be to write a chapter for it. So this chapter, which is basically one big cutscene, was pretty easy to work with. And if you read the word count of this first chapter alone, you might discover why I have to cut a lot of stuff out. I mean, look at my Luigi's Mansion 3 adaptation. No one wants this story to be 330k words long. I mean, someone might. But I think most would prefer a semi-short story. Note the SEMI. I plan to release one chapter every fortnight. Take your bets on how long it'll take me to goof that up.
