The Playhouse
Hello! This chap is Plankton's Chapter and it will be shorter because I am having a tad o' writers block so… ENJOY! R&R!!!
Chapter 4: Plankton
Plankton was in a room about the same as Mr. Krabs' room only small enough to be just his size. He was unconscious, and sweating.
Then he woke up.
"What? Huh? Where the hell am I?" He burst into questions almost immediately.
"Answer me damn it!" He was very impatient.
The all too familiar psycho clown laugh played over the miniature version of the intercom.
"Who the fuck was that?"
The laugh repeated itself. It was an obvious recording because it had the same exact laugh each time.
"Shut Up!!!"
The laugh played once more.
"I said SHUT THE HELL UP!"
This time there was no laugh.
"Where am I?" he asked himself, "Better find a way out."
Looking around, he noticed his four labeled doors, his saying:
Death Crush Stairway to Hell Grind"Oh man!" he whined, deciding which to go through.
He decided that Crush would be his door, the reason being that he wasn't going to risk death, a stairway to hell, or be grinded. He was used to being stepped on.
He entered the door slowly, not knowing what was waiting for him on the other side.
He entered the next room. This one was the size of the room for the others.
"What the?"
The laugh played again, followed by a clicking sound. The door had locked behind him!
"Shit!" he swore loudly.
Then it got worse, a lot worse. A large basketball fell from a hole in the ceiling. There were at least twenty-five holes, covering each area of the room.
Plankton realized what was going on in enough time to dodge the ball.
"What in the wo…"
Five more balls falling from different holes cut him off.
"Son of a bitch!" Plankton was a swearing machine today!
More dangerous objects such as bowling balls, silverware, and more began falling ass well. He was on the verge of being crushed!
Plankton was able to keep on dodging for about an hour straight. That's right, a hour of dodging lethal objects!
Plankton isn't the physical type, and was wheezing by the end of the hour. The objects had stopped falling.
He stopped to catch his breath. He sat down and relaxed with the time he had.
The next sound he heard made him shiver. It was the laugh again, only it didn't stop.
"Shut up!" He yelled. He was tired and cranky. He picked up a fork that had dropped from the ceiling and tossed it at the intercom, breaking it. The laugh continued, only now it had an electric sound to it.
Then, the floor moved.
"What was that?"
It moved upward some more. The holes had closed and the ceiling and floor had begun closing in! He was going to be crushed. The walls started moving faster.
"Shit!" He was in panic now. He ran over to the door he came in from, but it was locked. He continued pulling on it, yelling "Come on! Come on!"
It was too late. The walls reached each other, crushing plankton in the process. His blood was splattered all over both the ceiling and the flooring. His organs were still visible, however they were scattered amongst the ground.
The floor and ceiling returned to there original positions slowly. Once they returned, the door opened and our killer (his name is Zin by the way!) entered. He reached down and picked up Plankton's tiny little heart in-between two fingers and dropped it in his bag. He wiped the blood on his mask and left.
How was it? Review this story please!
P.S: Next chapter is Patrick!