Author Note: Two chapters in a row?! I was really determined to get the editing for chapter 4 and 5 finished. Let me know what you guys think.
Evil Spongebob
Chapter 5
"Spongebob! You're okay!" Sandy said, relieved.
"Sandy, what a surprise. What brings you here?"
"I've been tryna catch up to have a talk with you."
"Really? With me? Don't tell me. Is it because you care to join me and my evil schemes? With your smarts and my sponginess we can be a great team."
"No, I'm not here to take part of your evil schemes. I'm here to return you to normal. This may be hard to believe, but yer brain ain't functioning like it used to."
Spongebob looked surprised. "What?" Then he faced the ground with a hand over his head like it was reeling with pain.
"Spongebob, are you okay?" Asked Sandy.
Just then, Mr. Krabs and Squidward finally caught up. Both were breathing heavily and were hunched, practically dragging themselves on the floor.
"This squirrel...is too fast…" Mr. Krabs said in between breathes. "How does she do it?"
"Does anybody have an inhaler?" Squidward's voice cracked.
Sandy frowned. Perhaps she did get a little carried away in trying to get to the Krusty Krab as quick as possible.
"So, you have them with you." Spongebob relaxed an arm over the edge of the boat. Well then, what did you all come here for? To admire my fine establishment?"
"Your establishment?" Mr. Krabs furrowed his brows.
"That's right. My establishment. I'm surprised that you've defeated my net trap, Eugene. That won't be a problem though. I have plenty of nets that I keep in the supply closet."
"Spongebob, listen. You're brainwashed," Sandy said. "You're puttin' the Bikini Bottom in bubbles. Let me take you back to my treedome maybe I can find somethin' that'll fix you right up."
"Sandy, Sandy," Spongebob tsked, "you know you can't fool me. I chose this path and this path chose me. It has been my calling, and I never realized it until now. I was meant to rule; I was meant to use my talents for the sake of evil." He laid the spatula on the palm of his hands, lifted it up in the air, and smiled with big eyes as he repeated, "Evil."
"I always knew you were crazy, but this takes the cake." Squidward said.
Suddenly, Sandy, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs were taken by surprise as they were swallowed by bubbles.
"Crazy is my middle name," Spongebob said, dusting his hands after putting bubble solution away. "And so you don't try to escape, I took every pointy object I could get my hands on." He pulled out a pin as if to set an example. "Since you won't be needing this, I'll just be in the kitchen, whipping up some krabby patties and whatever else I need to make this restaurant fitting for my personal needs." With that, he made his leave.
"Well, at least we know why we can't find any pins and needles." Mr. Krabs said. "But how are we going to em' back?"
The answer came when Patrick busted through the door. He looked up, surprised to see that everyone was in bubbles.
"Patrick. Finally, yer here." Sandy said, her voice close to a whisper. "There are pins and needles in the kitchen. We need you to get em'."
"Why are you so quiet?" Patrick asked.
Sandy started to rile up. She wasn't in the mood for any of Patrick's listless amount of questions. "So Spongebob doesn't hear."
"Spongebob is here?"
"Shhh! Yes. You need to sneak around the back an' try to take a pin or needle from him. Use it to free us."
"You got it!"
Patrick adjusted his shorts and pumped his chest, looking serious. He left to go around the back, leaving Sandy, Mr. Krabs, and Squidward to watch after him.
Squidward shook his head. "We're doomed."
"I'm afraid so," Mr. Krabs agreed.
"Yep." Sandy had to unfortunately agree.
Around the back, Patrick took cautionary steps as to not being heard. He stood himself tall with his back against the wall, scooching towards the side window. His face slowly rose from the window to see that Spongebob was looking at his reflection from the spatula. He lowered himself and slowly scooted towards the knob of the back door before he opened it slightly with a creak.
Spongebob turned his head at the sound, but the door was closed by the time he looked. Shrugging it off as if were nothing, he went back to work by organizing the buns from the bottom to the upper half.
What Spongebob didn't see was that Patrick was already inside and had dove for a barrel of tomatoes before he was spotted. It smelled good in there. Patrick could get used to being in there, but this wasn't the time. He had to help his friends!
He stood up when he felt a couple of sliced tomatoes stuck to his skin: one on his face and the other on his belly. He was sure those tomato slices wouldn't be missed by anyone except maybe himself. He took the liberty to eat them before he jumped out. They were fresh and juicy.
Patrick heard chopping on the right side of the room, and it was from Spongebob slicing the onions. Patrick didn't like how onions made him cry, but they were good on almost anything.
Moving on, he looked around until he saw boxes assembled on top of one another behind the barrel he was just in. He slowly read the boxes, squinting at the letters.
Was the first letter a 'Q'? Maybe it had to be a 'H'. No wait, he got it! A 'P'. He sounded the rest of words out, finally coming to the conclusion that it had been what he needed: pins and needles. He grabbed the box and was about to head back to the others when Spongebob caught him.
"Hello again, Patrick." The sponge smirked.
Patrick panicked. He ran for the kitchen exit, but Spongebob zipped over it before Patrick could leave. Huffing, Patrick then tried running towards another door, but again Spongebob manage to block his path.
Why did running have to be so hard?
Instead, Patrick tried to squeeze the box through the ordering window. Spongebob was behind him, trying to stop him by pulling him back. The tight squeeze and forceful push formed crinkles to its corners and edges until it gave up and sent the box flying across the dining room.
"Save yourselves!" Patrick shouted just before he got pulled back into a soft landing with Spongebob underneath him.
The flattened sponge pushed Patrick off of him and his body expanded back into place. He got up and loomed over, reflecting his shadow over Patrick.
Patrick backpedaled and jumped to his feet, shuddering.
"I see you recovered," Spongebob said. "I never would have expected you to."
"What are you going to do to the Bikini Bottom?" Patrick asked.
"I'll happily tell you since you were my former best friend," Spongebob said, vilely. "Everyone—I'm talking every citizen will have no choice but to eat krabby patties for an eternity. They'll be held in captivity until they embrace me as their new leader. Refusal to comply will result into something more sinister."
"Sinister?"
"Sinister."
"I-I-" Patrick stumbled, "I won't allow that!"
"Oh-ho!" Spongebob leered. "Is that so?"
Patrick straightened up by his newfound grit. "Yeah!"
Spongebob's eyes darted to the side, admiring the neatly assembled krabby patties on the counter with different topping. He took a long curved sidestep towards the patties, toe first. He lifted one up until it was in level with his eyes like there was a perfect intention in his mind.
He took the patty to where the grill was and turned it on with soft clicks. There was a graceful sway in his hand movement as he set the patty on the grill, allowing it to sizzle. Patrick's eyes widened. The juices from the patty oozed from underneath and started to froth. The sizzling buzzed in his ears and all he could do was make a series of 'oohs!' 'ahhhs!' and 'hoos!' His eyes caught the sight of the patty being flipped over.
It was perfectly cooked on one side. It burned Patrick's eyes to see it in such a delectable state, but he also couldn't turn himself away from it.
Spongebob pressed the the patty down with his spatula. The growing sizzles were like snakes hissing and snaking their way into into Patrick's cranium, making his head swim and drown in its loud hushes.
He didn't even realize the barrel that was by his feet and knocked it over.
His head shook from side to side and he couldn't blink as if pincers were keeping them open. He consciously took in the perfectly cooked coating each side the patty was forming. His face trickled with sweat, and his hands covered his mouth as if to stop himself himself from screaming.
For the finale, Spongebob set the patty on a bun, causing Patrick's legs to go limb; causing him to rock back and forth until his feet could no longer hold him. He blanked out and groaned as a result of his back and head hitting the floor.
