The Playhouse

Hello! This is Patrick's chapter so please enjoy and like always… R&R!

Chapter 5: Patrick

Patrick was in a room similar to those of the others. His was a tad different, however. His room consisted five walls and five doors. Each door wasn't just labeled. They were labeled in blood.

Patrick woke up.

"Ahhh!" He immediately screamed. Patrick was probably the easiest to scare of them all.

"Where am I?"

Then, the all too familiar clown laugh played over the intercom on the ceiling.

"Hello!"

The laugh continued playing.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

He ran over to under the intercom. The laugh stopped playing. Then, a drop of blood dripped from the intercom, hitting Patrick in the eye.

"Fuck!" Patrick swore. His eye turned red from the blood in it.

It kept dripping, soaking Patrick in blood.

"Stop it!" He was too stupid to move out of the way. Finally, he stepped to the side.

It was then that he noticed the blood drippings had formed a sentence on the floor. It said- GO AHEAD PICK A DOOR ANY DOOR.

Patrick was scared out of his mind. He looked at his choices-

Death Ladder Fright Torture Blood Bath

Now Patrick may be stupid, but he was smart enough to go with ladder.

He opened the door, and sure enough, there was a ladder waiting for him. The ladder was soaked in blood and had a note to go along with it. The note read- I WONDER WHAT IS IN THE INTERCOM?"

He was able to put it together that the writer of the note wanted him to open the intercom.

He took the blood-soaked ladder over to under the intercom. The intercom was connected to a vent. He got the feeling that whatever he was expected to find was in the vent.

Indeed it was. He climbed the ladder and removed the intercom with ease. What he saw blew his mind. It was a corpse. Surprisingly, the limbs were still intact. It did, however, have a huge, gaping hole in its chest. The blood was obviously dripping out the intercom's speaker holes from the puddle of blood under the body.

There was a more terrifying thing about this body. It was him. It was at least a splitting image of Patrick.

"Holy Shit!"

Patrick crawled in the eastern direction, determined to get as far away from the body as possible.

"That wasn't me, it was all your fucking imagination!" Patrick kept telling himself. However, he almost knew deep inside his heart, that it could have been him.

"This is all just some sort of fucking sick joke! Maybe somebody cloned me, or had some plastic surgery!" He continued talking to himself until he fell through another vent, landing on a cold, hard surface.

"Ouch!"

He got up and saw a door. The door was labeled Fright. He was in the fright room. He attempted to open the door, but it was locked. He banged on the door several times, hoping he could get out. He rammed himself into the door, but fell backwards on his ass. He must have landed on a hidden button because a wall suddenly was replaced with a window. Through the window was Squidward.

Squidward was just hearing the clown laugh, as Patrick could hear. The window was not soundproof, but it was obviously a one-way window because Squidward didn't notice a thing.

"Squidward!" Patrick was almost happy. There was no response. Squidward couldn't hear Patrick.

"Please hear this!"

Squidward's room had three doors and no labels. Patrick watched as Squidward opened a door. It must have been the death door because Squidward suddenly flew backwards into the window. The killer pulled out a box of matches and a can of lighter fluid. He already had a machete, which he stabbed Squidward through the chest with, pinning him against the wall.

"Please don't kill me!" Squidward was still alive, but was bleeding badly.

"Ugh!" The man replied, seemingly unable to speak full words. Zin (the killer) then poured the lighter fluid on Squidward's body.

"Please, for the love of god don't do this!"

Zin lit a match.

"Please no!"

It was too late as the match left Zin's hand and lit Squidward on fire. Unable to do anymore that scream, bleed, and flail his tentacles, he burnt to a bloody crisp while impaled on the wall.

"Squidward!" Patrick could only watch in horror as his pal burnt.

A single tear dripped from his right eye.

Zin suddenly turned toward the window and dived through it. He was aware of the window.

Patrick had no time to scream as Zin's machete ripped him into bloody chunks of flesh. Zin, like usual, reached into the body and remove the heart, putting it in his bag o' hearts. He then slowly walked over to Squidward's burnt corpse and removed his burnt heart, putting it in the bag as well.

How was it? Only one chapter left and it is Spongebob's. Please Review!