Its been a while since I've updated anything for this story, thanks for bein patient and hope you enjoy. R&R
It wasn't real, it couldn't be real.
That wasn't a dead body, and Spongebob definitely did not murder anyone. How would you explain this?
Squidward watched with blurred vision as Spongebob rolled a bloodied corpse into plastic, like she were a burrito.
The blood on the floor from where it happened.
"Are you going to kill me?" Squidward croaked, his throat sore from screaming, but he didn't receive an answer, as the deranged sponge was busy with the task before him.
"I won't say anything, please, just.." Squidward choked on his tears, until Spongebob stood up from the plastic, he stared over the hidden corpse as if to think before turning around and approaching his neighbor.
"Will you say something? You deranged lunatic?!" Squidward tried his best to shout over the kid, who began to remove his belt, the sponge then circled the octopus, "What are you gonna do? Please tell me you're not going to take my innocence." squidward cried.
Spongebob laughed, "What innocence?" he asked before he swung over Squidward's face and over his throat and pulled.
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Squidward screamed as he shot out of his bed, wait, he was in his room?
"It must have been a nightmare." Squidward said as he held his head, shaking it he laughed to himself, "That was insane, as if Spongebob could ever be that crazy." Squidward said to himself as he pulled the blankets off himself.
Squidward groaned as he left his bed, his back hurting but thought it must've been age.
Once Squidward reached the bathroom and turned on the lights, he began to notice some change of color in his face and around his neck, were those bruises? Squidward's breathing became panicked, maybe it wasn't a dream after all.
Squidward screams after he had pulled off his shirt and saw that his torso was covered with the same bruises.
"I have to call the police!" Squidward shouted as he ran out of the bathroom back into his room.
"Who are you calling?" Spongebob's voice slipped through Squidward's ear, he was standing at the entrance of the bedroom.
"I'm calling the police! Look what you've done to me!" Squidward shouted at him, "I don't know what you're talking about." Spongebob said as he moved towards Squidwards bed.
"Besides, I got you a present." Spongebob said with excitement.
"A present? What makes you think that I'd want anything that you have?" Squidward questioned.
Spongebob shrugged, "I have a feeling that you're going to REALLY like this one, it's in your art studio." Spongebob pointed towards the room next door.
"My art studio?" Squidward asked, what could he have done to it? Did he burn everything? Did he have another hostage? A dead body?
Whatever it could have been, it couldn't have been anything good, and it made him sick to the stomach. His gut told him to run and get help, not to stay, while the other parts told him that he needed to see what the 'present' was.
Squidward made his way towards his art studio while the sponge stayed a safe distance.
"I wanted you to be the first to see it." Spongebob said with childlike excitement while following behind his blue friend.
The color soon drained from Squidward's flesh as he entered the art room, seeing that every single one of his portraits was covered in red paint, or what he wished were red paint, his sculptures? Destroyed.
That was the least of his worries, because hanging in the middle of his room was a familiar face, her blood dripping from every where, it was the woman he had seen in Spongebob's home, he had brought her here.
Hooks were attached to her upper fins as she was stretched the strings connecting to each side of the room, strung up like a cross. She had been gutted, her entrails scattered everywhere.
Squidward began to gag at the sight, throwing up on the spot.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Spongebob asked as he looked at his work.
"I guess you can say that I'm an artist too." Spongebob said proudly. Squidward stood back in horror, everything, every piece of art, the walls and the floor, his house plants. This would take hours or even days to clean up.
"You're insane, that is i'm calling the police to have you arrested!" Squidward said as he rushed out of the room and headed towards the stairs in the hallway. Spongebob was fast to follow.
"Do you think they'd ever believe you?" Spongebob asked stopping Squidward from going down the stairs, "I'll tell them the truth, I'll tell them about how you kidnapped me, and beat me, I'll tell them about the girl, and-"
"If you're so sure then, go right ahead but remember you asked for this." Spongebob said as he dug into his pocket and pulled out Squidward's shellphone that he had taken.
Squidward looked down at the phone and was hesitant, why was he offering it to him? Nothing about this felt right.
"Do it, and see what happens." Spongebob encouraged me.
"Who are they going to believe? You? Or me? I'm Spongebob Squarepants, Bikini Bottom's most loved person, who could never hurt a jellyfish. They would never believe anything you say, not with your tentacle prints being everywhere."
"I have the marks to prove it, what do you have?" Squidward asked.
"You're Suicidal! You got those from throwing yourself down a flight of stairs." Spongebob exaggerated his words before he pushed Squidward down the long spiral stairs.
Spongebob followed slowly as Squidward hit every step on the way down, "Oh No! Squidward!" Spongebob sarcastically called as he approached the damaged octopus, "Why would you do this? I could have helped you!" Spongebob said as he knelt down to Squidwards level.
"Who are they going to believe? Me? Or some crazy suicidal octopus." Spongebob asked as Squidward withered in pain, he had broken a few bones in his body, and was frozen at the bottom of the staircase bleeding.
"Don't forget. You only live out of My mercy. I can end your worthless life." Spongebob pauses mid sentence to snap his fingers. "Just like that. No one would even notice, this place would be better off without you, and we both know that. Your life Sucks, everyone including your own Mother Hates you. It's not a surprise that you would do this to yourself, I mean, how could you not want to kill yourself?" Spongebob laughed a little as he began to pick Squidward up and drag him back up the stairs back to Squidward's room.
To Be Continued… Eventually