Squidton walked into the Krusty Krab alone, and half of them glared at the icy statue of Eugene Krabs. The other half seemed unsure. They turned to walk to the window.

Squidward's voice whimpered, "This feels wrong somehow."

"Don't lose sight of our goal," Plankton's voice reassured, and they said in harmony, "Getting rid of Spongebob."

"I know," Squidward's voice said, "I just don't know if taking the town was a good idea."

"It had to be done," Plankton's voice scolded, "Then I er, we could finally taste victory."

"This feels so familiar to me," Squidward's voice said.

"Fight it," Plankton's voice urged, "Don't let that Sponge brat's lies get in your head."

"I hadn't even talked to him," Squidward's, the voice said, then asked, "How do you know what he has said is lies?"

Suddenly, Squidton punched himself in the gut and then yelped in pain.

"SHUT UP," Plankton's Voice shouted.

"Stop," Squidward's voice whimpered, "It hurts!"

"I AM THE MASTERMIND OF THIS PLAN," Plankton continued to yell, "WHAT I SAY GOES! GOT IT?!"

Squidward nodded Squidton's head sheepishly.

Plankton snarled, "Good."

Then they went quiet, turning back to Krabs Statue. Doubt still plagued their minds.

"Maybe we shouldn't be so close to each other for this," Squidton said to themselves, "our hatred of most people might tear us apart if we're not careful."

Krabs' expression was subtly softened as if he was worried.

"Don't give me that look," Plankton's voice growled, "You get what you deserve, traitor."

"You know," Squidward's voice murmured, "I was hurt by a, let's call them a close friend, once."

Squidton turned from Krabs.

"Oh yeah," Plankton's voice asked, intrigued, "Who might that have been?"

"I can't recall if you have met him already," Squidward answered, "But it was Squillium Fancyson. He used to be my closest friend. We used to do everything together."

"What happened," Plankton's voice asked.

Squidward said bluntly, "He broke it off, no explanation or warning. He just left, then, after what seemed like years of no contact, he started making my life a nightmare."

Plankton was quiet, seemingly in understanding.

"You should count yourself lucky," Squidward said, "You at least know why Krabs hates you."

"Do you think this could be part of our bond," Plankton's voice asked, "The pain of betrayal at the hands of someone we counted as a friend?"

"Hmm," Squidton thoughtfully, "It would appear so."