Spongebob scrubbed the seats of the faded white toilets by the mop in his hands. The smell of sewage and bleach wafted in the air as he made sure the Krusty Krabs restroom was left spotless before the days end. He moved the drenched mop head from the bucket and to the toilet seat once more before slamming the cleaning device back into the silver bucket.

"Fucking finally" the tired fry cook puffed as he wiped his forehead.

He was feeling both sticky and sweaty from the days' work slaving over the grill and tending demands of both guest and boss simultaneously. However, instead of his usual self-imposed disassociation during the nine hour shift, he was actually glad to be doing something monotonous. Something safe. He never thought he would actually dread the idea of going home. But here he is. Images of the other night would crawl into his mind like a snake down a hole where he wouldn't notice the thought before it grappled his mind.

He shook his head violently.

"Ugh! Go away!"

Spongebob moseyed out of the bathroom and to the empty dining hall. The sunset was poking through the front bay windows and delivered an array of reds and oranges throughout the inside. His eyes looked around for any signs of would-be life from the office.

"I guess I'm good to go" he muttered.

Spongebob went to the kitchen to collect his things and made his was out the back door. As he pushed open the door, the door to the office squeaked open.

"Spongebob, wait"

The disgruntled patty flipper turned his head to see a sweaty crab standing in the doorway across the room. The boss was twiddling his thumbs and darted his eyes nervously

"What? I cleaned the bathrooms like you asked me too"

Mr. Krabs approached a little closer and let the door shut behind him.

"I wanna talk to ya...er...'bout somethin' lad"

Spongebob's eyebrow lifted in suspicion and he shut the back door close. He swiveled around to face Mr. Krabs who was more jittery than usual. He couldn't make eye contact at him.

"Look boy, I know you got that court date comin' up...it's this Friday right?"

"Ya"

"Ok well I just want to say...uh..." Mr. Krabs pulled at his collar like he was suffocating. 'What the fuck was happening?' Spongebob pondered.

"Spit it out Mr. Krabs please I really don't hav-"

"I'm sorry, Spongebob"

The sponge's eyes lit up but he crossed his arms in defense. He shifted around in discomfort.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry I got you all mixed up in this... I can't help but feel a part this is me fault"

"No shit"

Mr. Krabs sighed and inched closer. The eyebrows in his head clenched just as his meaty fist, however, he took another breath and loosened himself up again. The crab's head was kept hanging low.

"Look I don't want to lose me best fry cook. Hell...I don't want to lose a friend...I just want to be able to know if no matter what happens to ya, would you'd ever...forgive me?" His stalky eyes perked up as it awaits a response from Spongebob's body language.

Spongebob was now really confused. Is this about the drug charge or helping him get hooked in the first place?

"I mean...I guess so..." Spongebob tightened his arms and looked away. He started to feel a stinging pressure behind his eyeballs.

"You're kinda all I have in my life right now"

Mr. Krabs shot back a smile and his nerves seemed to settle down.

"I'm glad to hear that from ya boy-o. You'll get through this, I have a good feeling about it."

Spongebob felt a tang of warmness in his chest upon hearing the encouragement.

"Ya..ya I do too...what are you gonna do since I'll be gone that day?"

Mr. Krabs shrugged.

"I'm closing shop. I figure I couldn't find a temp in time so why not? Plus I do wanna be there in the courtroom to support ya."

Spongebob was thrownback by the random kindness his crusty boss was giving him. He was too scared to accept it fully but still felt a little hope in what's to come from this.

"Well I appreciate that, Mr. Krabs. I'll save you a seat by my folks." The sponge smiled

Mr. Krabs held his claw behind his back and nodded.

"Sounds good boy. See you tomorrow"

"Ya..." Spongebob turned and pushed the door out into the inviting night.

"I'll see ya"

Spongebob walked along the rocky road back to his humble abode. The stars were twinkling in the night. Almost mimicking him on how small and dull he was compared to him.

"Fuck you stars, I love you"

He still thinks back to the other night when he bashed the man's head in with his pistol. Guilt came over him everytime he thunk about it but not in the way we think. He doesn't regret it. He doesn't feel bad about it. He actually would do it again even for a little less money if it came down to it.

He just felt guilty about not feeling guilty.

Spongebob's stomach pained. He knew it was wrong but it felt so fucking good to just beat the shit outta someone.

Spongebob smiled at the memory.

"That was so fucking fun"

The exhausted fry cook made it to his abode where he yearned for a hot shower and dreamed of his fluffy linen sheets. Maybe even a shot or two to relax his nerves. He's got a big week coming up and he's trying to get all the self-care he needs. He also got a few baggies he wanna sell before the trial. Maybe buy himself something nice to wear since...well...he basically wears the same shit everyday. A button down, suit, matching pants, and a brand new tie.

"Ya...I'd look so sophisticated and all..."

Spongebob made it to the door and started jiggling around for his keys.

"C'mon wear are ya...ah!"

As he placed the key in the keyhole a semi-familiar voice called upon him.

"Hey, Spongebob!"

"Fuck!" The keys slipped out of his hand and Spongebob turned around with his fists up.

A scrawny, spooked Juney shriveled in fear with her hands above her head.

"AHHH! What the fuck!"

Spongebob felt the heartbeat in his ears and the little fainting feeling one gets from sudden excitement. He placed his arms down and took a few breaths to calm himself down upon realizing what the fuck is happening.

"Dude what the fuck?! I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare ya!" Juney bellowed.

Spongebob shook his head in frustration.

"Juney"

"What?" He face was more sunken in and her eyes glazed. She wore a baggy t-shirt and presumably short shorts underneath. Her hair was ratted but was attemptedly kept back in a bun.

"What did I say about coming up to my place, Juney?"

She gaped her mouth as if she just had her first thought of the day.

"Oh..Spongebob..I-uh"

She looked around her as if she was missing something.

"I kinda don't have my phone right now and didn't know how else to reach ya...I thought you'd give me some slack..."

Spongebob rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't have borrowed someone's phone? Maybe a store's? What about those guys I saw you with last time?"

The disheveled girl contorted her face a little and made a nervous smile.

"They weren't my close friends or anything...I think one of them like OD'd a while back anyway while the other ran off so..."

Spongebob's eyes widened while Juney said nothing else.

"Well...anyways...you could've figured out something"

Juney giggled out of embarrassment and pushed back the bright strands of loose hair out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Guess I didn't think hard enough."

He looked her up and down.

"I guess not"

A silence hung in the air before Spongebob took it away.

"What do you want?"

Without a beat she replied.

"I need just a few percs. Maybe a xanny too if I got enough money...wait" She dug around her shorts and pulled out a wad of crumbled up bills.

"Oh shit...oh" Some fell on the ground and she stammered around trying to collect them all. Spongebob couldn't help but laugh a little inside. How pathetic she looked. It was almost cute.

"Four...five...six" She counted the bills and handed them over.

"However much sixteen bucks can get me"

Spongebob grabbed the wad and re-counted it.

"Juney, this will get you like two pills at most"

"I know I know! I don't have any other cash right now"

A devious thought crossed Spongebob's mind as he looked her up and down more. Fuck it. Sandy won't give him any mind so why can't he look around and have a little fun?

"Come inside."

"What?" Her eyes widened in confusion

"Come inside. I can give you more pills if you do me a solid." Spongebob pushed open the door and flicked on the lights, motioning her to follow.

Juney rubbed her arm and looked back into the street, then the inside the house, and then at the cash in Spongebob's hand.

"What do you want?" She crept in and shut the door behind her and kept her eyes on her dealer.

Spongebob started unbuckling his belt and rubbing his crotch. His eyes hungered for her.

"Get on your fucking knees"

Juney went to the kitchen sink to drink some water from the tap and wiped her mouth. Spongebob, with only his underwear on, sat on the chair with a cigarette hanging from the edge of his lips and a big smile on his face. The tv was turned on to some South Park episode and he got lost in the colors on the screen. Juney walked around the floor to pick up her clothes and promptly put them on. In her left hand was about five percs and three xannys all wrapped up in cellophane plastic. She felt a sense of shame as she made sure she had all of her belongings before she left.

"Well...I'm leaving now..."

Spongebob waved his hand without a word as she propped open the door and slinked outside.

"Damn...that's just what I needed" He chuckled.

Spongebob was still riding the high off the sexual ride. It's been a long time since he was able to bust a nut. Even longer since he felt like a badass doing it. He almost felt proud that he got some coochie from a few measly pills. It felt nice to have that much control.

The satisfied sponge continued watching tv for a bit, until the high wore off a bit. He turned his head to peek at the oven clock and saw it was only a little after nine.

"Might as well drink"

He got up and let the blood rush to his legs before he made it over to the kitchen to find something. He checked cabinets, the freezer, and then finally found a few shooters of fireball in the back behind some month old greek yogurt. The yellow hand of his quickly ripped open the tops and slung back each of them one right after the other. The bite of the liquor gnawing at his throat all the way down to his stomach.

"Fuck ya"

He went over back to the tv and was about to sit down before he heard a start of an engine.

"Who the fuck is here?" Spongebob questioned. He made his way over to the window and saw a boatmobile sitting in the driveway of what was Squidward's house. Spongebob peered his eyes through the glass and used his eyes to block out the artificial light to get a better look. Surprisingly, Squidward still had stuff he was loading up in his car and seemed to be almost finished. Soon after, and this made the sponge's heart ache, A familiar squirrel followed suit with a few items to through in the back. She and Squidward were murmuring about something and then they both laughed before he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. A surge of rage swam over Spongebob's body.

"Who the fuck does he think he is? Kissing my girl like that? That fucking whore too..." Spongebob backed up from the window with his fists clenched and his teeth bare.

"They need to be taught a lesson. I should fucking beat the shit out of both of them! Ya! " Spongebob started smiling a devilish grin as he started getting louder.

"I WANT TO SEE THEM BLEED OUT OF THEIR FUCKING CAVED IN SKULLS!"

Spongebob thew on some clothes before he hurriedly ran upstairs and into his closet to look for his pistol. His face was red and hot. The liquor was starting to hit and his madness was in control.

"Where is it, where is it, where is- ah!" The gun was hidden in a shoebox where his stash was. He checked the chamber before putting the firearm in his belt and looked at all the goodies before him. He felt so trapped by this game. The more drugs he sells, the more money he makes. The more money he makes, the more dependent he becomes. The more dependent he becomes, the more valuable he's to Bubble Bass. The more valuable he is, the more he sees in the game. And finally, the worst of all. The more he sees the more of a liability he becomes. There's only two directions he sees his life going forward.

1: Dead. Either by the hand of cops, inmates, or Bubble Bass

2: Gone. By leaving and never returning home.

Spongebob stayed still for a moment and let his life flash before his eyes. Where did it all go so fucking shit? Ate by a seahorse and turned into double-shit?

"Fuck this"

Spongebob grabbed a couple bars of xanax and crushed them up in his teeth. He needed to calm down. He went over to the side of his bed and found his grungy black-stained bong and took a rip.

cough cough "Fuck!"

Spongebob ran into the bathroom and drank some water from the sink before rushing back to the window. Squidward was waiting in the car with Sandy throwing in a few last things in the trunk before making her way over to the passenger seat. She hopped in, gave Squidward a kiss on the cheek, and he started reversing the car.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

The intoxicated sponge stumbled down the stairs, tripping on the last stair, and barely caught him self before hitting a wall. He scurried outside to see the boatmobile zip past him.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Spongebob looked around in a panic. He knew by the stuff in the car he was probably headed to his new place. But where is it? Who else would know where he lives. The sponge grinned as he locked his eyes on the giant rock down the street.

"Patrick..."

Spongebob ran to the rock and knocked his fists vigorously against the smooth surface. Soon after, the rock flew up and a stunned tubby starfish stuck to the underside revealed himself.

"...Sponge..Bob?" he rubbed his eyes

Patrick was in a green long johns and night cap. He looked like he was about to piss himself.

Spongebob smiled to try and seem friendly but by the expression on Patricks face he could tell it wasn't selling.

"Patrick I need a favor"

Patrick looked around nervously with his hand on the latch.

"Where's Squidward's new place?"

Patrck went to open his mouth but then closed it.

"C'mon Patrick...I just want some closure from him..."

The starfish shook his head.

"Spongebob...I'm not as stupid as you think. I know what you've been up to. I know you're gonna hurt him again."

The sponge dropped his smile to reveal a pouty lip and deathly stare.

"Patrick...I'm gonna ask you one more time."

He shook his head.

"Spongebob no"

This made Spongebob shake his head and smack his lips.

"Very well"

He pulled out his pistol and aimed it to his buddy's head.

"Scream and I shoot you in the neck. Don't FUCK with me Patrick"

Patrick started crying but silently. His body recoiled in the wrost fear he has ever experienced. His body started shaking.

BANG!

Spongebob shot at the rock which made Patrick fall into his living room.

"SPONGEBOB STOP! I'LL TELL YOU!"

This satisfied Spongebob.

"Spill"

Patrick was still sniveling and wiped his node with his arm.

"H-he moved to the uh..apartments on east ninth...right across from the giant mobile home park"

Spongebob didn't move as he watched his ex-friend shiver with fear in his own shadow.

"Which number?"

"I-I don't know. He didn't tell me. I swear!"

Spongebob pointed his gun at Patrick again which made Patrick yip.

"Spongebob please! It's a small complex so I'm sure he just parked in front of his unit! Just check it out please!"

Spongebob stood there for a moment and then put the pistol away before turning around.

"Call the cops and I'll send my guys after ya"

There wasn't a response but he knew Patrick understood what he meant.

Now it's time to find an uber