Spongebob's Uber arrived to the cobblestone driveway of his sleepy pineapple.

"Thanks again"

The roar of the car engine soon grew quieter as it sped off into the hills leaving bubbles and the sound of its currents rippling behind. Spongebob looked at his now emptier neighborhood. Despite his street looking the same as always, something seemed emptier tonight. He could almost feel Squidwards absence through the hollowed Easter Island head. His mind kept reeling what had just happened the past few hours. Humiliation, resentment, guilt. Why couldn't he just have one fucking relaxing night? Why did Mr. Krabs have to put him through that bullshit?

Spongebob looked at the unanswered texts he sent to Sandy. This made him more infuriated and upset. Where the fuck is she? Is she doing this purposely to annoy him now? The sponge desperately needed someone to talk too and Patrick is available but Patrick is just...well...

"Ugh" Spongebob grunted

He sent another text to Sandy's number 'WHERE ARE U? CAN WE TALK?!'

He let out another sigh as he put his phone back in his pocket and started walking up towards his door when something out of place caught his eye.

"What the fuck is that..."

To the left of him there was something shimmering on the ground. Was it a beer bottle? Sheet of paper? Rocks? He creeped up closer and felt the crunch beneath his feet.

crunch

"Glass shards?" he muttered as he lifted his foot.

"Why would there be sh-"

He shot his head and took a few long steps back. Something in him had an alarming shifting to it. He felt his flight or fight mode activate as he peered at the sides of his house.

Oh no.

His body froze in fear at the discovery of his second floor window being smashed and left open to the elements. A green curtain was peeking out and getting tangled on the ragged teeth left behind. How the hell did someone get all the way up there? Spongebob reached for his gun and took off the safety, gripping tightly with his right hand. For a second he thought of calling the police but then he remembered he was a drug dealer. Crap. He inched closer to the house while trying to listen and look for any clues of another presence.

So far so good.

He reached for his keys in his back pocket and started unlocking the door. He held his gun near his face as he crept through his front door to the eerie living room in front of him. His arm erratically groped the wall for a light switch.

click!

At hearing nothing, he swung open the door and pointed his firearm in front of him. His nerves were so on edge he felt them almost popping out of his skin. An intruder? In his fucking HOME? What if he steals his shit, what if they hurt Gary? what if...

"IF SOMEONE IS HERE COME THE FUCK OUT AND FIGHT ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

His eyes strained as he threw his head back and forth throughout the room. Any detail, any fucking detail out of place wouldn't have escaped the bloodthirsty eyesight of the sponge. There was no way he would let himself get gunned down by some junkie break-in. He went over to the kitchen and flipped the lights on and scanned the room. Nothing. He turned around and saw the ominous dimmed staircase leading up to his room. Now he really felt his body freeze. The unknown of what lies in his owns sanctuary is a feeling he hasn't ever felt before. An invasion of not only his home but of his own body. He pointed the gun upwards in the tunnel of dark and pulled the trigger.

BANG BANG BANG

He heard unnamed objects get destroyed and pulverized but no screams. That's good he thought. Maybe whoever broke that window is long gone. However, he still wasn't satisfied. He inched towards the stairs and flicked the lights on leading to his room. He crept up slowly, making sure each step lands softly on every proceeding stair. As he made it to the top, he saw the ruckus caused by his own firearm. Bullet holes decorated the wooden door front leading to his bedroom. He lowered his arms a bit more as he kicked open the door with his foot and watched it crumble to the floor. As he went in and turned on the light, he finally let his shoulders relax as the confirmation of no one there soothed his tattered head. Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same about the room. Sheets were thrown everywhere. The window was obviously destroyed. And the contents of his closets and bathrooms sprawled out onto the floor.

"Jesus Christ..."

Who could've done this? Why did they do this? What does he do now?

A sudden thought hit him as he scurried away into his closet. One by one his arms started pulling away at the littered items on his closet floor. Where are they? Where the fuck are his drugs and money?

"No no no no..."

He looked around and then back at the floor.

"FUCK!"

He felt his eyes tear up as the blood rushed to his head. Anger and frustration overwhelmed him and he started sobbing into his palms. His drugs and more importantly his money has vanished. How will he pay Sandy and Squidward back now? He literally had the money wrapped up for both of them and just needed to see them again...oh god.

He shot his head up. What about all the goods they theirs stole? How is he gonna pay Bubble Bass when he comes around looking for a hefty sum?

"Why why why lord? Why the hell are you doing this to me?"

He picked up and random object and threw it across the room. Another realization hit him as he heard a

thud.

"Gary..."

He stood up

"Gary? GARY?! Where are you? It's me! You can come out now!"

Spongebob looked under the bed and proceeded to scan the room.

Nothing.

He checked the bathroom.

Nope.

"GAAAAARY!"

The frantic sponge walked over to the pile of what was his door to head downstairs. He stepped over the remnants and placed his foot on the first step before suddenly slipping and falling down a few steps.

"AH! What the fuck..."

He grabbed his head and rubbed it as he reached for the stair railing. His eyes creeped up to the pile of wood and noticed a slime puddle trickling out and running down the steps.

Spongebob went numb again as he ears rang.

No no no no no no no no no no of fuck no no no no no no no no no no no

Spongebob pulled up some of the wood to find more and more goop attached. Spongebob gasped as he pulled one final piece of wood to find the remnants of a slimy slug and shattered pieces of pink shell. Gary's eyes were still half open and his tongue rolled out of the side of his mouth. The slime was everywhere and started to get on Spongebob's clothes and skin.

"Oh GOD OH FU-"

Spongebob turned around to throw up on the top of the stairs. His eyesight was starting to become decorated with stars. When was the last time he ate or drank something?

He laid down for a bit on the floor with his arm thrown over his face, dried snot/tears and all.


Squidward was finishing up his glorious breakfast of chicken gravy mush and a piece of toast. The fluorescent lighting seemed to illuminate harder today against the dreary rainstorm outside. The noise of rain drops tapped against the glass window plane along with the metallic roof.

tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic

With a final scoop with his piece of bread, Squidward happily swallowed the remaining slop on his tray. He and Sandy both get out today. Free at last! Well, Squidward still is mandated to do outpatient treatment but at least he can finally sleep in his quiet home and eat his recognizable food with an actual fork and knife. It's been what now, Squidward thought, over a week since he was committed? Is he cured? Not exactly. He considered himself weened off the opiates and mentally he's ok...but what will happen on the other side of those bleak white doors? The thought of the lack of structure and support does frighten him a bit. Especially now that he has to go back to his neighborhood and work where he will have to be around him.

Squidward shot up from his seat and galloped to a tray bin to discard his scraps.

The intercom boomed with a nasally male voice : 'Sandra Cheeks please report to processing, Sandra Cheeks please report to processing thank you.'

Squidward looked up at the speaker on the wall and then over to the hallway leading out to the tv room. She must be in there as always. he had to see her before she went her own way. He dashed quickly through the crowded lunchroom and out into the hallway seeing a few fish hanging around alone or with someone else. The squid kept his focus on the double-glass panel room in front of him as he sped up towards it. As he approached the entrance, Sandy popped out and almost bumped into him.

"Whoa shit Squidward! You spooked the hell outta me!" She flashed a smile as her arms retracted to her torso

Squidward stopped and chuckled while crossing his tentacles.

"So you're finally busting out of this place huh?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"You too right?"

Squidward nodded and smirked

"Yep...as long as they see I'm a 'cured' man in their eyes I should be right behind ya"

He looked down back where he came from and then back to Sandy.

"Gonna miss the food I'm sure..."

Sandy laughed while hitting Squidward's shoulders

"Oh yes what will I ever do with my morning slop?"

Squidward smirked as he took an inhale to change the subject.

"So uhhh...what even are you doing after this?"

Sandy kicked the door frame while peering down and shook her head.

"Y'know I've been asking myself the same question the whole time here. I really don't know...maybe this is some sort of wake-up call. I don't know if you believe in a god but-"

She stared at Squidwards eyes.

"Maybe this is some sort of divine intervention for me...like a second chance to turn my life back around to where it was..."

Squidward furrowed his eyes and nodded in sympathy. Sandy continued while looking away now.

"I'm thinking of quitting that night job of mine and seeing if I can save my professor gig at the community college. I need to find a new research project or something. Anything to keep me busy and focused on my future..."

"What about the money issues?"

Sandy shrugged

"Well I figure Spongebob will pay me back...eventually...and I could try a part-time gig maybe in retail? I don't know. I just need to get out of the nightclub scene"

Squidward nodded again and shrugged his shoulders this time

"It's a start of something new at least."

Sandy laughed a little "Right..."

She met his eyes again

"What do you plan on doing?"

Squidward laughed out of his nose

"No fucking clue. Staying off drugs I guess"

Sandy laughed while covering her mouth.

"You're so fuckin' hilarious Squiddy. I suppose that's headin' in the right direction!"

The intercom crackled "Sandra Cheeks PLEASE make your way to processing..."

"Well there's my ride..."

She started walking away down the hall as Squidward grabbed her wrist quickly. Sandy turned around sharply with wide eyes.

"Sandy...sorry but uh-" he let go of her arm.

He didn't know what possessed him but this tingling sensation coursed through his body. Almost as if he was pulled towards this powerful magnet.

Squidward planted a kiss on her glass bowl over where her mouth is and then released. He turned red.

"Oh Sandy shit I..."

"Squidward"

Squidward looked back up and saw Sandy leaning in with her eyes closed. Squidward saw the green light and leaned in as well. Both slobbering and kissing on her translucent head shield. He grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed as she pulled back. Sandy chuckled.

"We should most definitely hangout sometime Mr. Squidward. Could use some support and all..."

"Ya..." Squidward blushed again as Sandy waved him off and disappeared around the corner and to the intake center. Squidward felt his face still warm and tingly along with his dick swimming. What the fuck just happened? He never even thought of Sandy like this before but...it just felt so right at the moment. It's supposed to be wrong. Unnatural. I mean she's already dating his neighbor for fucks sake! But it didn't matter right now...

Squidward walked back down the hall, pass the lunchroom, and to the dormitory wings. He figured his name will be called any hour now and wanted to do some things before he finally got out of this shit hole. His legs carried him until he reached his room and opened the door quietly to make sure no janitor was in there. All clear.

He went over to the wall of red writing and took a final glance at the remnants of those before him. When he got in he didn't understand why some looney ass people would deface a wall like a twelve year old douchehole. But as his final hour sin this institution come to a close he felt a sense of unity and understanding.

"my people..."

He reached under his pillow to find a red crayon he swiped from the tv room the other day and placed the tip to an empty space on the wall. He was trying of something proper to leave his mark. Unsure, he just started scribbling on the wall.

'Squidward Lives!'