I really wish this chapter was better, but I had to get it posted. I haven't posted in a while. The writing for this story will probably get better as it goes on, and I most likely will change the first few chapters way in the future. Another thing, I forgot to mention this before, but yes, this story has Christianity. All my stories do. I should probably put that in the description.
"BOOOOO! BOOOOO!" filled the quiet night. Or, at least it was quiet before an off key clarinet ruined the silence, followed by the booing.
"Oh, who cares what you think!?" exploded Squidward. Weird. Usually he accused people of not understanding or being jealous of his talent, but even he knew he was kidding himself when he said he didn't care what other people thought, because he did, a little bit. But one day they'll appreciate my genius, thought the cephalopod. "One day." He said aloud as he raised his clarinet back to his lips, but before 'Clairey' as he called her could utter another shrilly sound, he was hit smack in the face with a tomato. Grumbling, he closed the window, wondering why he didn't do that before.
"Why don't you try collecting stamps for a hobby instead of assaulting fishes' eardrums?" called the guy who was booing.
Squidward clenched his tentacles to keep his short temper in check.
"Why don't you go torture someone else?" yelled another voice. That did it. Squid opened the window to yell at 'um. Before any sound left his throat, the first voice said "Are you talking to me?" and the second responded "Yeah, I'm talking to you. I'm sure we'd all appreciate it if you go jump in a ditch instead of yell'n at this guy every night." Squidward nearly choked on sea water when he saw who the second voice was. He didn't believe it, he just didn't believe it.
The booing guy left. Squidward ran outside before Plankton could leave. "Hey!" he called and Plankton turned in surprise. "Whaddyou want?" he asked gruffly.
"Why did you do that?" Squid crossed his arms.
"I still hate your boss, I just wanted peace and quiet."
"Really?" that's when Squid noticed Spot, smiling and wagging his tail. "What's that?"
Plankton acted like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. "Wha-What? This? It's my…attack dog!" as if on cue, Spot rolled onto his back and started kicking in the air for some unknown reason.
"That looks more cute than fearsome." Plankton just glared coldly at Squidward, and after awhile Squidward started feeling a little freaked out. "Why do you care?" he finally asked.
"Because, you've been acting so, so different!" Squidward said, but Plankton made a point. Why did Squidward care? The only time he'd tried to stop Plankton it was because his paycheck was involved. Maybe this time, it was just out of curiosity. Or, although he didn't realize why, he was sort of glad Plankton was different.
"Mr. Krabs?"
"Yes, yes boy." Mr. Krabs replied busily. He was counting his precious money and didn't have time for Spongebob's shenanigans. Shenanigans, however, were the furthest things from the boy's mind. He was freaking out. He had to ask Mr. K something, and he had to sort of lie to keep out of trouble.
"I'm fighting with a friend of mine, and I'm really mad at him, even though I did something bad to him too, and then another one of my friends talked to him without my permission, and-"
"Look, boy, I don't know about this stuff." His boss interrupted. "Ye can figure it out, you've got a good heart." SB felt defeated. He was talking about Mr. Krabs and Plankton. He was hoping they would somehow make up from their feud. He didn't want to get fired for being Plankton's friend. Or, he hoped they were friends. Plankton never seemed to hate him. When Spongebob had first heard the story of how Mr. Krabs and Mr. Plankton started fighting, he had mostly heard it in Mr. Krabs point of view, and he just assumed it was all Plankton's fault. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that although Plankton's the one who feeds the feud by trying to steal what's rightfully Mr. Krabs', they'd been equally at fault when they'd fought over the formula the night Old Man Jenkins died. The next day at school, Mr. Krabs abandoned Plankton for the popular group. From what Spongebob knew, Plankton didn't have anyone else. No one at all. That's why he always tried to be nice to the delinquent. He treated him the same as everyone else, blindly optimistic, always expecting the best no matter how many times it had ended badly before. The time with the band, the time at the movies, the time with the King's crown, Plankton had proven to be untrustworthy.
But when he looked at the pride in his eye when it came to Spot, and even overheard him chasing away a guy who was being mean to Squidward last night, the bright yellow porforien was certain this plan was working. The only problem, Mr. Krabs.
The single celled scientist scoffed at himself. He was really getting to believe he was becoming too soft, especially after last night. He seriously had to get focused on his main goal again, stealing the Krabby Patty Secret Recipe from his enemy, Eugene Krabs. He hadn't even thought about that for weeks.
This didn't escape his computer 'wife'. "Plankton? Plankton!" Karen was yelling. Her system scanned the Chum Bucket for her little brat of a husband. No where. She felt her wires steaming.
When he finally walked through the door, she was just about ready to blast him with her laser. "Where have you been, Mr. Goody-Two Shoes?"
"I am NOT a goody-two shoes! I was taking Spot out for some training." She didn't believe him. "What kind of training?"
Plankton looked stuck.
"Will you quit stalling and just steal the formula already!? We don't need that thing anymore." True, Karen was the one who suggested Plankton get a pet in the first place, but that was when she was secretly against stealing the formula. That was only because he'd left her in a frozen tundra, alone and malfunctioning. For a while, she was done with criminal ways, but the day after Spot was adopted her software finally reprogrammed to the way it was originally: set on getting the formula.
"And that Spot is just a distraction from our main goal!" she said 'Spot' with such a chilling disgust that Plankton hesitated.
"If you're going to doubt me, then I don't need you!" Plankton said finally. "I can just turn you off, because you're the one getting in the way!" Okay, not the best argument, but at least having her off would give him time to think things through. He moved toward her off switch.
"Alright, Mr. Tough Guy, I am so at the end of my patience." Karen pulled out some strange, glowing devise, and Spot cried out to his owner, but it didn't reach him before he felt one hundred watts of electricity running through his whole being, burning his antennae, until he passed out.
"Hi, Patty." Spongebob said to his best friend after work. Patrick was inspecting the magic fountain drink machine, trying to find out where the Kelpsi comes from.
"Patrick, I told you it's not magic, it's- oh, never mind." SB started for the exit, with Pat suddenly at his heels. "Hey, you wanna go jellyfishing, then read more of that cool book your Mom gave me?" he held up a Bible. "I wanna hear the Eureka guy helping those people build a temple."
"I think you're thinking of Ezekiel." Spongebob sighed. Although Patrick didn't actually ask what was wrong, he told him. "It's just, I wanna be Plankton's friend but I don't want to upset , or get fired."
"Does it matter what thinks?"
Spongebob stopped in his tracks. Did it matter? "Uh, he's only my boss."
"Exactly, he's only your boss! He can't control who your friends with!"
SB shook his head. Patrick just didn't understand. Sure, Mr.K could be a little too demanding sometimes, but Sponge knew he cared about him. Spongebob always wanted to please him.
Just then, Sandy was racing up to them as fast as she could. She gasped for air. "Guys!" she screamed, alarming them. "I saw- I saw-"
Cliffhanger!
I really wish the Plankton and Squidward scene went better in the beginning. When I first had this story envisioned, a lot of different things happened, and the reason why I changed it was because of Spot joining the show. I loved the character so much, I swore to somehow work him into my story. Sorry again that I haven't updated anything in such a long time.