The Playhouse
HELLO! Read and review please! This is the last chapter and then I go on two write a long James Bond fanfic. Enjoy!
Chapter 6: Spongebob
Spongebob was inside of a room with writing all over it. There were words written all over the walls. He was unconscious, like the others.
Then he woke up.
"Hello!" He screamed, "Anyone here?"
The familiar laugh played over five intercoms at once.
"What is that laugh?"
It continued playing.
"Stop it!" He yelled at it, losing his temper.
It kept on laughing.
"STOP!!!"
The laugh stopped, as if it could hear Spongebob.
"Whew!" He sighed.
He looked around and read some writing. It was all done in blood.
"Oh my god!"
The writing said such things as- Please KILL ME!!!
Let Me DIE!!!
BEWARE ALL WHO READ THIS IS IN STORE FOR PAIN!
"Creepy." Spongebob said to himself. He read all four of his doors, knowing that he couldn't just stay there. The doors read- Death
Torture
Blood
Hearts
Being the stupid sponge he is, he assumed that hearts meant love and went with that.
He walked through the door and found five more doors each labeled the following-
Patrick
Sandy
Squidward
Mr. Krabs
Plankton
"Hmm, I wonder what this could mean?" he asked himself. He entered the Patrick door.
He never would have entered the door if he knew what was waiting for him.
On the wall hung a heart.
"Oh my god!"
Spongebob vomited all over the ground. He turned to run away, but the door was blocked. The Door had a screen on it and a video began playing. It was Squidward.
"Squidward!" Spongebob yelled, hoping his pal was still alive. He was watching the taped version of Squidward's experience. Spongebob watched the whole thing through, including Squid's fiery demise.
"Holy shit!" Spongebob slammed through the door and went to Patrick's room, followed by Patrick, then Sandy, and so on. Each time he found the same, that person's heart and a video of their experience within the playhouse.
Spongebob gave up all hope. His limbs went numb with fear and he collapsed on the cold floor. He fell asleep.
Spongebob had some pretty screwed up dreams that night. It all came out as a massacre of all his friends in a pool of dark red blood.
"Ahhh!" Spongebob awoke suddenly.
Since he was already awake, he decided to attempt an escape instead of waiting for his turn to die.
He opened the door to exit, only to be narrowly missed by the blade of an axe.
"Shit!" Spongebob cried out. Zin kept on flailing his blood-drenched axe in seemingly random directions. He was pretty stupid, but knew how to kill.
"You killed my friends you bastard!"
"Ugh!" Zin said with his low, grunted voice he has. He knows only the named of his victims and the word kill. He knew how to write, however. He may be able to talk more, but his bloodstained mask covers his mouth.
The axe eventually fell from his hands, banging the metal ground loudly. Quickly, Zin reached into his bag, which now contained weapons instead of hearts. The hearts had been pinned against the walls. He pulled a machete and a sledgehammer from the bag and began flailing them both at Spongebob.
Spongebob had watched the videos carefully, knowing that Zin would eventually come to him. He had studied the commonly used weapons of the madman and his swinging patterns. He was able to dodge the swings, but was eventually cut by the machete, which came up as a flesh wound.
Spongebob eventually got his hands on the sledgehammer and fought off Zin, or at least tried to. The two were flailing weapons at each other and hitting each other every once in a while, but only giving only minor damage.
The fight went on for at least two hours.
"Die!" Spongebob yelled. At that moment, he summoned the strength to throw the hammer at the head of Zin. It hit him dead on, knocking Zin to the floor. Zin lay there motionless and silent.
"Whew!" Spongebob sat down to breath. He needed a rest and was starving, "I guess I should find a way out of this place."
He got up and walked to the door. He was completely unaware that Zin was standing up with a bomb in hand.
"See you in hell."
"Shit!"
The bomb exploded, turning the playhouse into nothing more than ash and metal. The explosion took in Zin and Spongebob.
Three years passed. The police had recently found the playhouse somewhere in the southern Pacific Ocean. The place was all burnt up, but the flames had long gone out. They had recovered some burnt remains of the victims. The families of those lost were informed. All seemed over until a police officer came upon an interesting discovery.
"Hey sir, I found something!" the police-fish yelled to his chief.
"What is it."
"It's a mask and its got writing on it."
"Let me see that!"
The writing said, "The earth's waters have not witnessed the end of me. Sins are still committed, thus I fight sins with sins, but my sins start with Z. Sin with a ZZin.
So…. HOW WAS IT? Please Review and look out for future stories of mine including: Sin with a Z and James Bond in: Blood Money. Both are to be longer than my usual length (Six chapters) and can be found in the Spongebob and James Bond sections. See ya!