Author's Note: It's here! Returned Address: None scored first place. Thank you to everyone who voted! I hope everyone likes this story. In the beginning, it sort of rushes through Spongebob's day. I didn't want to bore you guys with a long typical Spongebob day, so I put where each new paragraph takes place, so you won't be confused.

You readers are in for a treat. This chapter is longer than my usual ones. Thanks to Estelle Rabon and UpWith Pokemon623. Thank you for reviewing! Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

It was another peaceful day. No worries, lots of sunshine. Just another typical day in Bikini Bottom. Everything was peaceful.

"Good morning, world!" yelled Spongebob as he woke up. He did his morning chores and then walked out the door. "Bye, Gare-Bear!" called Spongebob as he headed off to work.

(Krusty Krab)

"One Krabby Patty, extra onions," said Squidward.

"One cryin' jonny coming up! First bun, followed by ketchup mustard, pickles, extra onions, lettuce, cheese, tomato and bun. In that order." Spongebob handed the patty to Squidward.

"Will you stop doing that?" asked the peeved octopus.

(Spongebob's House)

"Gary! I'm back!" called Spongebob as he entered the pineapple.

"Meow (I got the mail)," purred Gary. Gary opened up his shell to reveal several letters.

"Let's see what we got," said Spongebob, crouching down and picking up the mail. "Bills, bills, bills, what's this?" Spongebob dropped the bills and sat in his red chair. Spongebob examined the mystery note. He ripped open the envelope and in it was a small piece of paper. He looked over it silently. It read:

Squarepants,

If you cherish the ones you love, you'll leave town. This is not a joke! You have three days to get your rear in gear. Leave Bikini Bottom, or else!

From, Stalker

Spongebob was flabbergasted at the letter. He looked at the envelope for a return address, but there wasn't one. He was paralyzed with shock, until Gary snapped him out of it.

"Meow? (What does the letter say, Spongebob?)" Spongebob shook his head in confusion.

"Nothing," he replied to Gary's question. "Just a prank." Little did he know how wrong he was.

"Later that evening, Spongebob decided to take Gary out for a walk. "Gary, wanna go for walkies?" asked Spongebob in an overly sweet voice.

"Meow! Meow. (Sure! Just don't ever use that baby voice again.)"

"Aww, Gary, you're such a kidder!" replied Spongebob. He clipped on Gary's leash, and then took him for a stroll down to the park. When they reached the park, Spongebob played fetch with Gary, cuddled with Gary, and talked to Gary. After 2 hours of playing in the park, they went home and ate dinner. By bed time, Spongebob had forgotten all about the letter. "What a great day!" exclaimed Spongebob as he snuggled into his bed.

TOOT! TOOT! Spongebob woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. "What a great sleep," said Spongebob. "Good morning, Gary." There came no answering meow. "Gary?" Spongebob jumped out of bed. There was a difference in the air. It seemed chilly and Spongebob could feel a draft. "Gary? Where are you, boy?" Spongebob was getting a little scared. He ran down the stairs. Still no Gary. What he did see shocked him. The living room window was smashed. Now Spongebob knew where the draft was coming from. "You can come out now, Gary!" called Spongebob. He was very scared now. He ran into the kitchen. "Gary?" The air was even colder. Spongebob knew why. The refrigerator door had been left open. "Oh my gosh!" He exclaimed. "It's a good thing I didn't catch the suds!" Spongebob ran over to close the fridge door. What he saw next scarred him for life. He found Gary. Or what used to be Gary. Gary was frozen sold. Through the ice, Spongebob could see that Gary was also badly wounded. Surly his little snail body couldn't stand the cold. Gary was dead. "No," said Spongebob. "Not dead. Gary was murdered." He couldn't stand looking at his poor mollusc. Spongebob averted his eyes. He looked at the fridge door. On the front was taped a note.

You have 3 days. I am not kidding. Leave Bikini Bottom or else worse things will happen.

From, Stalker

Through his fear, Spongebob passed out. The last thing he saw was Gary's cold, dead eyes.

"Spongebob! Spongebob! Oh, please wake up!" Spongebob opened his eyes. Everything was a little blurry, and then it came into focus. "Hey, Patrick! He's coming to!" called the voice.

"Sandy?" asked Spongebob. "Is that you?" Spongebob was lying on his living room couch.

"Yes, Spongebob, it's me. Pat's here too." Patrick ran up to where Spongebob laid.

"What happened?" asked Spongebob.

"When you didn't show up for work, Mr. Krabs called your house," replied Sandy. "There was no answer, so he came over here. You were unconscious in front of the open fridge, and when Mr. Krabs saw…well…Gary, he phoned the police." Spongebob looked around his house. Sure enough, it was swarming with police. "As soon as Pat and I heard what happened, we rushed over here. Gary has been moved to the police station as evidence." Spongebob looked up at Sandy with cold eyes. Lifeless eyes. She started blinking back tears. "Why would anyone kill Gary?" she asked Spongebob.

"I don't know," replied Spongebob. He lied. He recalled the note that was found on the fridge door. He didn't want to tell Sandy or Patrick. It would just hurt them more.

Spongebob looked up at Patrick and Sandy. They looked back at Spongebob. "I think I should leave Bikini Bottom," said Spongebob very seriously. Patrick and Sandy looked shocked.

"Why?" they both asked at the same time. Spongebob was silent for a while. He was thinking fast for an excuse.

"This place holds to many sad memories," he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "I won't be happy if I stay."

"No, Spongebob!" said Patrick. "You're just confused by what happened. You can't leave Bikini Bottom!"

"Pat is right, Spongebob," agreed Sandy. "You can't leave! Who will do karate with me?"

"And who will be my best friend?" asked Patrick.

"I'm sorry, guys, but I can't stay here," Spongebob argued. "I wouldn't be able to stand it if one of you got hurt." He thought this to himself. He stood up from the couch slowly. A wave of dizziness overcame him, and he sat back down.

"You should rest," said Sandy. "We'll come back in the morning." Spongebob looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Five o'clock pm. Spongebob was surprised that he was unconscious for so long. Spongebob debated whether or not he should start packing or rest. He didn't want to put his friends' lives at stake, but if he tried to pack he would probably pass out again.

"Fine," said Spongebob. "But come back here tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Sandy said.

"Fine," agreed Patrick.

"Bye then," said Spongebob. Sandy and Patrick exited the pineapple. The police were still investigating Spongebob's house. Most officers left at 8:00. At 10:00 the last officer left the house after saying farewell to Spongebob. Spongebob stared at the door for a few minutes after the officer closed it. Spongebob was still lying on the couch. He had a fluffy pillow beneath his head, and a very warm blanket on top of him, but he still felt very uncomfortable. One of the police officers had patched up the smashed window with plastic, but it was still very cold. Spongebob was scared. With no Gary, he felt completely exposed to any harm possible. After two hours, Spongebob was too tired to keep his eyes open any longer. He fell asleep only to be haunted by dreams of stalker killing his friends.

The next morning, Sandy and Patrick came to visit. Spongebob was relieved that they were still alive.

"I've decided that I'm going to move, guys," replied Spongebob when Sandy and Patrick asked how he was feeling.

"What?" they both said in unison. "But why?"

"I have my reasons…" Spongebob trailed off. By noon Spongebob was feeling well enough to start packing. Sandy and Patrick tried to persuade him not to, but it was a lost cause. Spongebob spent the whole day packing.

At 7:00 Spongebob announced that he was going to leave on the next bus out of town. Sandy and Patrick desperately tried to make him reconsider, but his mind was made up. The three friends were standing outside Spongebob's house.

"Will we ever see you again?" asked Sandy.

"I don't know," replied Spongebob.

"Please, Spongebob, you can't leave! I can't survive without you!" pleaded Patrick.

"Aww, Pat, I know we're good friends and all, but…" started Spongebob.

"No, you don't understand!" interrupted the sea star. "What if I forget how to eat again? Who will help me use the funnel?"

"I'm sure Sandy would help," replied Spongebob. "Now if you don't excuse me, my bus is here." A red bus pulled up in front of Spongebob, and the yellow cube slowly climbed aboard.

"NOO!" yelled Patrick. "Spongebob!" he was crying very hard.

"Goodbye Bikini Bottom!" said Spongebob as he waved goodbye. The bus doors slowly closed, and the bus drove away. Sandy and Patrick stood outside the pineapple, weeping for their small, yellow, friend.

The next day, Sandy and Patrick lounged inside Spongebob's house. They couldn't believe that Spongebob was really gone.

"I can't believe the little yellow dude got up and left," said Sandy. "It seemed like only yesterday we met." Sandy recalled the time Spongebob and herself first met. Sandy was wrestling a giant clam. Spongebob thought she was in danger and came charging at the clam. They (meaning Sandy) beat up the clam and then the next day, Spongebob came over to her tree dome for some Texas tea and cookies.

"Why would he leave?" asked Patrick.

"I don't know," replied Sandy. Both of their stomachs growled for food at the same time.

"I'm going to see if there's anything in the fridge to eat," said Patrick.

"Eww, Patrick," said Sandy, revolted. "That's where Gary was found."

"Yah, so?" asked Patrick stupidly.

Sandy shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Patrick strolled into the kitchen. Sandy could hear the clinking of jars and other things. Patrick was in there for a while. He came out with a glass of milk, a sandwich, and a crumpled piece of paper. Sandy made a face of disgust as Patrick ate his sandwich. Then she noticed the small, crumpled piece of paper Patrick was holding. "Hey, Pat," asked Sandy. "What's that?" she pointed to the piece of paper.

"Oh, this?" asked Patrick in between bites of his sandwich. "I found it behind the fridge." Sandy grabbed the piece of paper out of Patrick's hand and uncrumpled it. A note was scribbled in very crude writing on the paper.

"You have 3 days," she read. "I am not kidding. Leave Bikini Bottom or else worse things will happen. From, Stalker."

Sandy and Patrick looked at each other in shocked amazement. "Spongebob didn't choose to leave Bikini Bottom!" exclaimed Sandy. "He was forced to. Come on, Pat. We have to find out where Spongebob went!"

"Right!" agreed Patrick.

The two friends headed out the door to try and find Spongebob and the stalker. Little did they know that the stalker was actually the one who was looking for them.