Author's Note: You love me! You really love me! (Cough) sorry. I'm just SO happy that you guys are giving me SO many reviews. (New record). Anyway, for now on, I'm going to be giving individual credit. (I find it much easier that way.) I hope you people enjoy! NOTE You might notice that I'm writing the chapters in a specific order; Spongebob Sandy & Patrick, and then Stalker. This time I'm doing things a little differently, so try not to get confused.
A. Nonymous: Thanks SO much for you really long reviews. You always say so much! I'm glad you liked Rick. The reason he could understand Spongebob's accent was because I would have drove myself insane if I had to keep writing phhhpt. Lol. In this chapter you'll find out what the job is. I'm really sorry about this, but I wasn't really planning on putting more Rick into the story. If I find a chance, I'll put him in, but don't expect much. (Although, I'm planning on putting a vampire squid in a different story coming soon.)
ComicCrystal: To answer your question, yes. Spongebob was supposed to be in character. I always try to give the characters the same attitudes they have in the show. Thanks for the cliff-hanger comment!
Estelle Rabon: I'm glad you're trying so hard to find out who Stalker is. (That's what I'm aiming for). Since you always give me such nice reviews, I'll tell you a secret. Somewhere in the story, there is a hint to Stalker's true identity! Are you still doing the sequel to Power to Kill? Every day I check hoping it will be there. PLEASE write it! It would rock so hard if you made more stories.
Chapter 5
It was the day after the interview and Spongebob was aching all over. There were two things he hated in life. Stinky things and scary things. This job contained both.
Flashback
"Umm, what exactly is the job?" inquired Spongebob. Rick smiled.
"I'm glad you asked. Did you see that huge dump on your way here?" Spongebob nodded. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this. "Well, as you can well imagine, it keeps this area rather stinky. Every once in a while, we hire someone to move the trash to one of the trenches that filled this city." Spongebob recalled that he past a rather large gap in the land as he walked over to the building.
"So I have to dump the trash into the trench?" asked Spongebob.
"Yes," replied Rick. "I believe you do."
End Flashback
So that led Spongebob here. Shovelling huge amounts of stinky, scary trash into a wheelbarrow, walking to the nearest trench, and dumping it in. Oh sure, at first it didn't sound so hard. However, once Spongebob started working, he became quickly exhausted. The trash pile was huge, and there was a lot of heavy waste that sometimes wouldn't even fit inside the wheelbarrow. There were a lot of sharp objects that gave Spongebob small cuts and bruises. Not to mention the stench. It was the worst smell you could possibly imagine. Spongebob wore a clothes pin on his nose, but the horrid smell still found a way inside Spongebob's nose. Spongebob was miserable. "If only Patrick and Sandy were here…"
"If only Spongebob was here…" cried Patrick. He and Sandy were hopelessly lost in the darkness.
"Don't worry, Patrick. We'll find him," Sandy said.
"Find him!" yelled Patrick. "We can't even find ourselves in this darkness."
Sandy sighed. Patrick did have a point. They were lost. "Well let's keep movin'. We're bound to find some kind of shelter to stay for the night." Just as she said that, the two friends bashed into a wooden wall.
"Owe!" exclaimed Patrick. Sandy didn't really notice that she hit a wall because her helmet blocked the wall.
"Pat! Are you okay?" inquired Sandy.
"Ya," replied Patrick. "But what did I run into?"
Sandy looked up. It appeared to be some sort of shack. "Perfect!" said Sandy, gleefully.
"No, not perfect," said Patrick, who was still sitting on the floor from the collision. "My face hurts."
"Forget your face, Patrick. Look at what you ran into.
Patrick looked up. "YAY! A place to sleep."
"It looks abandoned," said Sandy, peering into the dirty windows. "Come on, I'm bushed."
The two friends entered the small house and noticed that there was only one bed. So one of the friends took some blankets and slept on the floor while the other slept on the bed. They hoped that in the morning, they would find their spongy, yellow friend.
Spongebob walked home. It was finally the end of a long, tiresome day. He finished dumping half of the gigantic pile of waste. Tomorrow he would work on the other half. Spongebob opened the door to his shack to find his to best friends sleeping in his house. Spongebob was completely flabbergasted, blown away, shocked, and…well…you get the picture. Once he found his breath, Spongebob exclaimed entirely of what he thought of the situation. "OH MY GOSH!"
Sandy and Patrick were startled at the yell. They looked in the doorway to see…Spongebob! The three friends hugged, and said hello, and did all of that sweet stuff nobody likes to read or write about. This continued for minutes on end, when Spongebob finally stopped it.
"Look, guys, I'm glad we're back together and all, but it's getting late, and we need sleep." Sandy and Patrick agreed. Sandy slept on the bed, Patrick slept on the floor, and Spongebob slept in his chair. The three friends were happy that they were together again.
However, one person wasn't as happy. In fact, you might say Stalker was furious. He was standing in the shadows, watching the entire thing. He would wait until they were all asleep, then he would make his move. "I warned you, Spongebob," he said to himself. "Now it's time to pay."
Patrick woke up, traumatized. "Spongebob! Wake up!"
Spongebob woke up, a little startled at Patrick's outburst. "What is it, Patrick?"
"There is a note from that Stalker person..."
Spongebob stood up abruptly. "And?"
"It's Sandy…she's gone."
