A/N: Well, I lost my job and I'm broke so I have commissions open for five-cent per word. Uh, enjoy the chapter I guess.

Will swallowed as he looked at the squirrel in front of him. One of Squidward's friends who had recently–to his knowledge–hadn't been in Bikini Bottom for years. Up until now. He cleared his throat and stood, pausing as the woman slid into a fighting stance.

"I'm, I'm not here to hurt you," he stammered, holding his hands up.

"Then what are ya here for? You should be dead. Squidward found your body…" the squirrel said, keeping her distance.

"I know…trust me, I know. I should be dead, but I'm not because…" he paused, tossing her his phone.

Sandy caught it, frowning as it showed her an image of Will's mutilated body; like he had been attacked. Will paced, running a hand over his bald head.

"You faked your death," Sandy said suddenly, clenching the phone in her hand. "Why?"

"I…I was forced to, I'm an accomplice to his crimes," he answered, watching Sandy fold her arms. "He's a very powerful man…"

"Who is?"

"Squilliam," he blurted out. "You have to help me get away from him."

"Why should I?" Sandy asked, clenching her jaw to avoid hitting Will in the face.

"I tried already, it, it didn't work and now Squilliam wants me actually dead."

Sandy huffed, green eyes glancing at Will for a moment. "What about Squidward?" Her friend came first.

"I'll explain the whole thing to him if you'll just help me."

Whatever he did must've been serious if he came to her for help instead of the police. Then again, the police weren't helpful or as smart as she was.

"What do I need to do?"

Will smiled, taking his phone back and making a call. He was going home first.