I do not own Spongebob Squarepants at all. The OCs are mine, though. I present to you guys the opening to the sequel!
In case you are wondering, this sequel takes place about 4 years after the events of the original story.
WARNING: THIS CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE!
Arthur Dickson was not only Bikini Bottom's number one detective, but he just to have been a loving father as well. He was an old, grey-haired, yellow cod who lived a rather peaceful life in the countryside town just outside of the city with his young son. Many would debate the difficulty of raising a child on his own, but being a police detective, nothing is impossible. Well, according to Arthur's son Blake, that is.
Blake was a great guy—the perfect son. Perhaps considered by many people as the future Mr. Bikini Bottom, and why wouldn't many of Arthur's friends consider Blake one of a kind? Straight As, captain of his soccer team, had his father's looks. He was everything a parent could dream of for their child. He often sported around town in his traditional white sweatshirt, having his golden brown dreadlocks touch his shoulder with every step the twelve-year-old took.
The one thing Arthur found interesting about his son was Blake's fondness for horror films. In fact, on one particular Saturday afternoon, both father and son were sitting together on the couch watching a marathon of horror classics Blake picked out.
This particular movie had just started and were there screams emanating from the horrifying scene was that displayed on the TV. Blake leaned forward and grinned in excitement, as his father leaned against the edge of the couch, looking over at his son with disapproval.
"Man, I love this. I have seen this movie 5 times and it still gets me every time." Blake exclaimed.
Arthur sighed and spoke incredulously. "I just don't get it. No killer wears a mask."
Blake groaned as he reached over for the remote to pause the film. He glanced over at his father and spoke. "Well, it's not like it is unrealistic. There are killers out there. For the love of Neptune, Dad, you are a detective! You have dealt with these types of people!"
"Yes, I have, and I can tell you that no killer even bothered wearing a mask to hide their identity. If I were them, I would want victims to know who I am before I kill them." Arthur declared, before standing up and making his way into the kitchen.
Blake rolled his eyes and groaned, getting up from the couch and following his dad into the kitchen. "Well, what's the point of watching the movie if you know from the start who the killer is? It's for the viewer's entertainment, not something that would bow down to every logical concept."
Arthur sighed as he opened the fridge door. He then felt his phone buzz and answered it almost instantly. "Hello." He listened carefully to the person on the other line before hanging up the phone and shutting the refrigerator door. "Gotta head out. Hostage situation downtown."
Blake rolled his eyes as his father darted out of the house. Blake peeked through the curtains covering the front window and watched as his father drove off.
He sighed as he entered the living room and collapsed onto the couch, continuing to watch the movie. He then burst into laughter as he noticed the victim on screen had made the idiotic decision of running up the stairs instead of heading out the door to freedom as she had been chased by the masked murderer.
"Idiot," he mumbled. Just then, his cell phone started vibrating in his pocket. He picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. It was an unknown number. Blake was always taught by his father to always answer unknown numbers, as it could be someone calling for help, or perhaps one of his friends calling from a payphone.
He answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello?" A scratchy feminine voice was on the other line. It sent shivers down Blake's spine just hearing this woman's voice.
"Who are you trying to reach?" Blake asked, sitting up on the couch.
"I don't know."
Blake's eyebrows furrowed. "I think you have the wrong number, ma'am."
"I don't think so. This is Blake Dickson, right?"
Blake raised an eyebrow as he slowly stood up from the couch. "Who is this?"
The voice snickered. "Nobody unusual. Just a friend of your dad's."
"Again, who is this?"
"That's not important. What is important is the fact that I am someone who enjoys movies. And I also love directing them."
Blake felt a few bugs in his stomach as he walked over to the front of the house, making sure the front door was locked. He kept the phone in his ear as he spoke to the mysterious lady. "What kind of movie are you talking about?"
"The same one your dad was in, only his part was cut way back."
Blake stopped in his tracks as he felt dumbstruck by what the person had just said. He whispered, his voice becoming raspy. "What did you say?"
"Your father didn't cut, but you? You're the dumb jock without a six-pack. I'm going to have some fun with you before you die."
"I have a 4.0 GPA and a 135 IQ, you BITCH! What the HELL did you do to my father?!" Blake roared as he stood between the living room couch, next to the glass patio doors.
"He's on the cutting board in my kitchen."
"That's not funny!"
The female laughed. "This isn't a comedy, this is my horror film. People scream in agony for other people's pleasure, and if I were you, I'd start running."
Just then, a loud BOOM coming from the patio doors caused Blake to holler in shock, dropping his cell phone to the ground. He stared in shock at the scene that was displayed before his own eyes. Glass was shattered all over the place as a body was thrown through the door and into the house. That wasn't what caught Blake off-guard the most, it was who was laying on the ground, completely gutted from having been stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen.
Blake took a step forward, his voice whispered as he only mustered up one word toward the dead body. "Dad?"
Just then, a female figure lunged through the broken patio door and landed next to Arthur's corpse. She looked up at the horrified expression on the teenager's face and smirked, before wielding her hunting blade.
Blake screamed in terror as he ran through the house, hoping to make it to the front door. He could hear the psychopath sprinting from behind him. By the time he reached the door, he turned and quickly leaped to his left as the killer lunged at him, but only managed to stick her knife through the door.
Blake took his opportunity to run the other way, toward the stairs. He was halfway up by the time the killer managed to get her knife free and followed in pursuit of him.
Once Blake finally made it to the top of the staircase, he panicked as he could hear the psycho coming up the stairs. He then looked up and found on the ceiling a folded ladder that led to the attic. He reached up and pulled the ladder downward. By the time it was straightened, the killer was near the top of the staircase. Blake hurried up the ladder, but the killer was fast, striking the ladder with her foot with so much force that it broke apart. Blake screamed as he pummeled to the ground. Then, the killer raised her blade and drove it through the boy's chest.
Blake felt the life of him being drained as the evil figure giggled, before raising her blade once again, and striking it once again through Blake's heart, concluding his demise.
I know! I know! Arthur was a very important character in the first story, and it was cruel to kill him and his son. But this had to have been important, and if you have read the title, you could guess what's going to happen to Blake afterward.
Anyway, see ya!