Author's Note: THANK YOU ComicCrystal! You really have no idea how much I appreciated your review. You're the only one who reviewed for chapter 5. I was going through a mild depression while writing this chapter, but getting your review inspired me to keep writing. (Pretty sad, eh?) Hope you other readers enjoy!

Chapter 6

Spongebob was scared. He was in his jail cell, cold and alone.

"How did this happen all so fast?" he asked himself. "I was just watching T.V., and now I'm locked in the stony lonesome." He remembered how Mrs. Puff once had a dream that his reckless driving had landed her in jail. Spongebob smiled at the thought. Landing Mrs. Puff in jail just from his driving was a crazy notion. He got her in the hospital a couple of times, but nothing serious.

Spongebob turned over on his brick hard bed. He was now facing the mirror. It didn't surprise him that there was no reflection. Spongebob sighed. If only he knew how Squarepants got here. He might be able to send him back. Spongebob looked out the tiny bard window. He gave another sad sigh.

"Hey, Spongebob," said a voice outside the window. Spongebob leaped off of his bed in surprise. "Guess who," said the voice in a mocking tone. Squarepants's face appeared on the other side of the window.

"You," said Spongebob through clenched teeth. "You did this to me!"

"Ya think?" mocked Squarepants.

"Why…how did you get here?" Spongebob questioned. Squarepants laughed.

"I was very lucky," replied Squarepants. "When you returned back here, my mirror was also affected." Spongebob immediately remembered Star's words.

"The machine will affect all mirrors within a 5 mile radius while it is turned on,"

"But why did you come here? I thought you were happy in Mottob Inikib," said Spongebob timidly.

"HAPPY!" yelled the evil sponge. "Happy that it was always raining? Happy that Mottob Inikib is so dull? Happy..." Squarepants looked at Spongebob with the deepest loathing ever. "Happy that you had the better life?" Squarepants said the last sentence with absolute hate.

"How do you know I have a better life than you?" asked Spongebob.

"Don't be thick," replied Squarepants. "I started the theory about different worlds. Yes, Star must have told you that it was him, but it was me. I told him about my theory, so he would start to investigate it. Soon, he did just what I wanted him to. He brought you here, Spongebob Squarepants."

"But why did you want me to be in Mottob Inikib?" Spongebob asked.

"A very good question," replied Squarepants. "I will admit, I was jealous of you. Through my study, I found you had it all. Family, friends, a real life. But me, on the other hand. I had nothing. I was miserable. Waking up day after day, only to face more misery. I was a prisoner in my own life." Squarepants paused, recalling the moment. "So I thought of a plan. I would switch places with you and see how you like a taste of misery. However, you somehow survived the storm and were able to return back here."

Spongebob smiled. "Your plan was ruined!" he announced.

"Yes, I'll admit that's what I thought at the time," said Squarepants. "However, I was able to come to Bikini Bottom and ruin your life."

Spongebob looked around his jail cell. Squarepants was right. His plan had worked. All of a sudden, a new thought arose in Spongebob's head.

"But you seemed so surprised when I entered Mottob Inikib!"

"Please, don't be thick," Squarepants said with a sneer. "You honestly think that I would show the faintest hint that I knew what was going on? You think I would say, 'Welcome to misery, Spongebob,' I mean puh-leeze."

"Well, I guess that makes sense," said Spongebob.

"Of course it does," replied Squarepants.

"But if I'm in jail, then how are you going to get around town?" asked Spongebob. "Surly someone would mistake you for me and put you in jail."

"I have my ways," replied Squarepants. "Now if you don't mind, I have a life." Squarepants's face disappeared. Spongebob was alone again. He was a little glad actually. After Squarepants revealed his plan, Spongebob needed some time to himself to soak in the information.

"It was a trick all along," breathed Spongebob. He laid on his bed in astonished silence for a while. To plan such an elaborate plot. Well, it made sense in a weird, twisted way. Squarepants and Spongebob were opposites. Spongebob was good and nice, so it would only make sense for Squarepants to be evil and mean.

"Lights out!" bellowed the ward. All of the light fled the jail. The envious darkness quickly took its place. Spongebob was consumed in the black, still making sense of the last two days.