I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

………..except my PC, my Sega dreamcast, my TV, all my books, my binder…………

ok… I OWN NOTHING IN THIS STORY!!!!!!!!!





It all started when Patrick's mother was shot, and killed. The cops identified the killer as someone in Bikini Bottom.

When Patrick received the news, he cried for weeks. (For he has gotten to the intelligence level of an average 5th grader, so he knows who his parents are)

Patrick came to the conclusion that if the cops wouldn't do anything, he would.

Every night, he would sneak into a person's home, and kill them. Eventually he would kill the person who killed his mother.

He would start with Spongebob.



That night, while Spongebob was sound asleep, Patrick sneaked in. In his arm he carried a mini dehydrator and a glass container.

Spongebob was in deep sleep, so Patrick worked quickly. He stuffed Spongebob into the glass container, and turned on the dehydrator.

In minutes, Spongebob was nothing more then a pile of dust, waiting to be swept away.

Patrick had another idea. He went down stairs, got some ice cream and a can of root beer. He made himself a root beer float, and went back upstairs. He poured Spongebob's remains onto the drink, and slowly drank it.

When Patrick was down, he noticed Gary. He would have to kill Gary too.

The next morning, Spongebob's death was all over the news.

Patrick was pleased with himself.



That night, he snuck back over, this time with a twelve-gauge shotgun. He aimed right for Gary's little shell, and fired.

Gary's guts we splattered against the wall, staining it red. As for Gary, his shell was dripping with blood. His intestine was lying on the floor. You could see his heart, barely pumping. And with each pump squirts of blood shot out of it.

Patrick rose to fire again, and blew of Gary's tiny head, splattering it against the wall.

Patrick walked over to the wall, and with his finger, in the blood he wrote, THE PHANTOM KILLER WAS HERE