Murder

A/N: Welcome to Suspicious Activity. This is my first time writing a murder mystery so I hope y'all are buckled in for a ride cause not only am I learning something new, I'm also trying a newish writing style.

A scream ripped from Squidward's throat at the scene before him. His boyfriend on their shared bed, bloody and with unfocused, lifeless eyes. A knife clutched in Will's hand the only indication that it might've been self-inflicted.

But why? Why would he— Squidward looked at his boyfriend's body, a shudder running through him as bile rose in his throat.

He fell against the door, letting out another scream. He wasn't aware of the thin, yellow arm around him or the paramedics and police entering his home. Just Will. Squidward clung to SpongeBob, the young man waving away interrogating police and news anchors.

"Squidward," SpongeBob called gently, rousing the cephalopod from his daze.

The door to his home was closed. The street empty aside from the two of them.

"Come on," SpongeBob said, leading Squidward into his home and onto the couch. "I'll call—."

"Don't." Squidward whispered, loud enough for the sponge to hear. "Just. . .I need. . ." he clenched his fist. He let out a wail, covering his face as he sobbed.

SpongeBob quietly hummed in response, going into the kitchen to start a pot of water for the tea Squidward always liked and grab tissue. He came back with a mug of tea and a box of tissues, sitting beside Squidward quietly.

This wasn't the time for one of his antics or to be loud. Not when Squidward needed the silence to gather his thoughts, gather his shuddering frame into some semblance of solid.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Squidward asked, voice cracking. "I can't go back home because—."

"You can stay here for as long as you like." SpongeBob suggested, handing Squidward the mug and setting the tissue between them.

Squidward could only nod in response, too numb to form words anymore. Why Will?