The Playhouse
Hello! In this chapter we look at Mr. Krabs' experience in the Playhouse! R&R!
Chapter 2: Mr. Krabs
It was cold inside of the room Mr. Krabs was sitting in. He was on a chair with no chains, and no ropes to hold him down.. The room was blank. There was no wallpaper, no carpet, and no windows. All that was in the room was the chair with Krabs on it.
Mr. Krabs woke up.
"What happened? Where am I?" Mr. Krabs panicked. You could hear fear in his voice.
"Hello?" The room echoed.
Then a wicked laugh came through a speaker on the roof. It was the type of laugh one would hear from a circus clown on cocaine.
"Hello?" Mr. Krabs screamed. He was sweating. As you could probably tell, the room didn't have air conditioning.
The laugh repeated itself, exactly the same as before.
"SHOW YOURSELF!"
Once again, the laugh played over the speaker.
"STOP IT!" Mr. Krabs' eyes were growing with fear.
The laugh stopped.
"Oh god, were am I?"
He was in total panic. Then he noticed a door. However, there wasn't only one door. There was a door on each of four walls. Each one was labeled the following:
Pain was on the north door.
Suffering was on the southern door.
Death was on the western door.
Torture was on the eastern door.
"Holy hell!"
He knew he would either have to stay there and starve to death or enter one of the doors. He looked at each one. He decided suffering would be the door he would go through. Holding his breath to avoid screaming, he ran through the door and into whatever was on the other side.
The room was the exact same. The room contained the same chair, same walls, and same labels on the doors.
"What the hell?" said Mr. Krabs. He was visibly confused.
He ran through this room's suffering door, only to find himself in another copy of the first room.
Again and again he charged through the suffering door, too afraid to try death, pain, or torture.
"What the fuck?"
Then the laugh played again. The demonic giggle played over and over in his head.
"I gotta get out of this fucking place!" He erupted into panic. He decided to try the other three doors.
He ran into pain, only to run into a brick wall with the words "Once you go one way, there is no going back!" painted on it. He realized that the paint was not paint, but blood.
He ran to the door labeled torture, and ran into another wall, this one saying "You're fucked!" again in blood.
He finally realized what he was experiencing. He was suffering! He would never escape! He realized then that if the door labeled suffering meant suffering, then the other doors meant what they say too!
He ran back to the last door, only to be cut off by the door closing in front of him.
"Shit!" He was infuriated.
Mr. Krabs stayed there for days. There was no food, no air conditioning, and no escape.
Finally, having undergone enough suffering, he turned to the death door.
Slowly approaching it, not knowing what was inside, he turned the handle. What would it be? Maybe it would be another wall with something creepy written on it, or maybe an escape. It could even mean what it says, death.
The rest went by in seconds. He opened the door halfway when a machete dived out from inside the door, impaling Krabs through the chest. He couldn't put together enough air to scream. The only sound coming from his mouth was "Ugh!"
The arm wielding the machete came out from the door, along with the rest of the sick, twisted man with the arm. He then took out an axe, with the machete still impaling Krabs, and cut Krabs in half with it from the middle of the head, down to the gonads while the machete pulled its way in the other direction, cutting Mr. Krabs into four bloody chunks of skin and organs.
The man picket up the left side of his upper torso and showed his hand into the heart. After removing the heart, he took out a bag and stuffed it into the bag.
Wiping the blood onto his mask, two words followed in a soft, demented voice, "Sandy time." It was followed by the laugh.
So, how was it? Please R&R!
P.S: Next Chapter is called Sandy.