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SpongeBob dropped his breakfast, his mouth gaping in horror.
"Bikini Bottom resident Patrick Star was violently killed in his home last night".
The words echoed in his head for what seemed like ages.
"He was found dead on his floor at 11 o'clock pm, his killer had killed him by slashing an X in his chest." continued the news fish. "But this was only the beggining".
SpongeBob stared intently at the screen. Beggining? SpongeBob thought. What does he mean by that?
"It seems that this was only the first of 2 murders last night" said the news fish, a tear beggining to stream down its face. "Patrick's nieghbour, Squidward Tentacles, was also found dead last night, the same X slashed in his chest as well."
SpongeBob began to cry. Soon, he was double his size, as he had absorbed his own tears.
"Police suspect the SpongeBob SquarePants, the last one on the street where these murders occured, is the next target." continued the news fish. "And now for sports!" he said in a slighty more cheery voice.
"Im next!" SpongeBob yelled in fear. Then, as if on que, the police knocked on his door. SpongeBob opened the door for them.
"Hello Mr. SquarePants, were here to relocate you" said the policeman bluntly.
SpongeBob was confused. "Relocate?" he asked. "But why?". No one had told him about any relocation plans.
The police sat down with him in the kitchen and told him that he had to move as a safety percaution. SpongeBob understood that it was for his own good, and packed his bags. He was to leave in the morning.
"We currently have no ideas of where to move you, do you have a friend or family member who might take you in?" asked the police man as SpongeBob packed. But SpongeBob already knew where he was going.
"Howdy SpongeBob!" greeted Sandy the next day.
SpongeBob had called Sandy the night before, and she agreed to let him stay for as long as he needed.
Sandy took SpongeBob into her house and led him to his room.
"This is where ya'll be sleepin'" announced Sandy.
"Gee Sandy, thanks!" said SpongeBob, looking happily around the room.
For the next few nights, SpongeBob and Sandy lived peacefully together. SpongeBob tried not to be a burden, even though Sandy didnt care. But that all ended on the third night.
SpongeBob woke up, and stepped out of his bed. He put on his clothes and walked out to the hall. But as he passed Sandy's door, he noticed blood coming out from under the door. He screamed in panick, and threw open the door.
Sandy was lying, dead, on the floor. A pool of blood surrounding her, and an X slashed through her stomach.