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Chapter 2

Spongebob was, once again, scared. He was going to the scariest place that he knew of. He didn't really have a choice in the matter…

Flashback

Spongebob boarded the bus. "Goodbye Bikini Bottom!" he called. The doors closed. Spongebob was about to take his seat, when the driver stopped him.

"Hey, are you Spongebob Squarepants?"

"Yes I am," was Spongebob's reply.

"Here," the driver handed Spongebob a piece of paper. "Some guy left it for you."

Spongebob took the paper and paid his bus fee. He sat down on one of the brown leather seats. He looked around. There was no one on the bus. Spongebob uncrumpled the piece of paper.

Squarepants,

I'm glad you left Bikini Bottom. I think we're starting to understand each other. I've taken the liberty of arranging for a place where you can stay.

Spongebob thought it was nice of this 'stalker' to arrange a place for him, until he read where he was headed.

"Bus driver! Bus driver!" Spongebob called. "Where is this bus headed?"

"Next stop, Rock Bottom!" called the driver to where Spongebob was sitting.

Spongebob gulped.

End Flashback

Spongebob was bored. It may have taken a few minutes to get to Rock Bottom from Glove world, but it took forever to get from Spongebob's house to Rock Bottom. Spongebob was about to fall into sleep, when the bus suddenly gave a horrible lurch, and Spongebob started to fall straight down. The force threw him to the back of the bus. The bus then made a ninety degree angle turn, and stopped suddenly. The sudden stop caused Spongebob to be hurled to the front of the bus. Spongebob took a few minutes to get back on his feet.

"Last stop, everyone off," ordered the bus driver to Spongebob. Spongebob took a few precautious steps off the bus. The automobile zoomed off into the darkness. Now it was just Spongebob and his suitcase. It seemed very quite and scary. Even scarier then Spongebob remembered it. Spongebob looked around at his surroundings. The bus station and bathroom were still there. So was the candy machine. The machine looked rusted and abandoned. However, the sign that read Kandy still glowed the same terrible glow. Spongebob wasn't sure of what he should do. Stalker's note said that he had arranged for Spongebob to stay in Rock Bottom, but Spongebob had no idea where to go. He was standing all by his lonesome self, when he heard something echoing in the distance.

"Phhhpt…" Spongebob gave a sigh of relief. (This was a lot to be said for Rock Bottom). Spongebob knew from past experiences that the sound meant people. Maybe this particular person could help Spongebob.

"Hello?" he asked. "Who's there?"

A figure with green skin and one eye emerged from the darkness. "Are you, phhhpt, Spongebob, phhhpt, Squarepants?" asked he fish.

"Yes, I'm Spongebob," replied the yellow cube. The odd fish looked puzzled.

"I can't, phhhpt, understand, phhhpt, your accent, phhhpt."

Spongebob realized he would have to change the way he spoke. "I, phppt, am Spongebob, phhhpt, Squarepants."

"Ohhh!" said the fish with a dawn of realization on its face. "Follow, phhhpt, me," it said. The strange fish started to walk off into the distance. Spongebob had to stay close by in order to not get lost in the darkness. The fish led Spongebob to a small shack. "This is, phhhpt, where you'll stay." The fish led Spongebob inside. The small house was made up of three rooms: one kitchen, one bedroom, and one bathroom. No living room. "There is a small, phhhpt, rent," said the fish. "Only $50 a, phhhpt, month." Spongebob examined the house. It was very cramped, and the ceiling leaked a bit.

"How, phhhpt, long will I, phhhpt, have to stay here?" Spongebob asked the fish.

"Until you can, phhhpt, find a decent place, phhhpt, I guess," replied the strange specimen. "I'll leave you, phhhpt, to get unpacked. You should look for a job, phhhpt, in the morning. I hope, phhhpt, you like your new, phhhpt, home." The fish left the house.

"Home?" asked Spongebob. "This isn't home, this is prison."

Sandy and Patrick were sitting at a table in their motel room. Sandy was examining the note from stalker, looking for any possible hint as to where Spongebob moved to. Patrick kept dozing off to sleep.

"I can't make out anything," said Sandy. "What about you, Patrick? Patrick?" Patrick was snoring very loudly. "PATRICK!" yelled Sandy.

"SAVE THE LIVESTOCK!" bellowed Patrick as loud as he could. "Oh, sorry, Sandy," said Patrick when he realized he had been sleeping. "It's just really late, and I'm really tired. Can't we go to bed?"

"Not until we figure out where Spongebob moved to," replied Sandy.

"Come on," complained Patrick. "We can't find anything in this note, and you're not doing yourself or Spongebob any good by staying up this late."

Sandy sighed. Patrick did have a point. She was dead tired. "Fine," she said. "We'll sleep, but we should get an early start tomorrow."

"Deal," agreed Patrick. The two friends crawled into their separate beds and turned off the light. They both fell asleep immediately.

Stalker was up all night. He wanted to make sure that the squirrel and sea star would never be able to find their friend. Spongebob had made a mockery of him, now he wanted revenge. It didn't really matter if the squirrel or sea star figured it out, he could just do the same thing to them as he did to the snail. Noting would stop stalker. Not Sandy, not Patrick, not even that idiotic sponge.