I do not own SpongeBob SquarePants or its characters, just the OCs. I do not know if I should claim Nancy and Chris as mine, considering that they are based off of cops from the actual show. Nancy is the blue cop with the blond hair that was featured in the episode 'Nasty Patty', and Chris is based off of the teal-colored cop, featured in episodes like "I'm Your Biggest Fanatic" when he was chasing Patrick around...yeah, that's him.

In fact, Nancy was actually the blue fish's name, so I guess that answers it. But in my defense, she wasn't given much of a character besides being bossy.

But whatever, here is the update. Enjoy!

SpongeBob pulled up to his son's school. Poseidon Elementary School was still the ideal choice for any parent to send their children to. It had evolved, but the Bikini Bottomites still relied on their resources to give their children the best education possible.

The supervisor, who was watching the kids play outside before classes would begin, noticed the famous sponge walking toward the gate, holding his son to his side.

The orange fish smiled, waving her fin. "Mr. SquarePants, good morning," she greeted before opening the gate.

"Hello, Hannah," SpongeBob greeted with a smile before setting his son down. "Ricky, you be good today, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy! Bye!" Ricky said, running through the gate. He gave Hannah a quick hug. "Hi, Ms. Smitty!" He then ran toward the swing set to join the other kids.

Hannah kept the grin plastered on her face as she shook her head, chuckling. "These kids today never seem to run out of energy."

"Trust me, you have never seen anything unless try to put that rugrat to bed," SpongeBob joked.

Hannah laughed out loud. "I can only imagine..."

"I'll see you around," SpongeBob said as he turned and walked back to his car.

"You too!"

SpongeBob entered his car and sighed as he walked his son from afar, playing with his friends. The innocence in Ricky's eyes was something SpongeBob swore to protect. For perhaps the first three decades of SpongeBob's life, he had always remained positive. That wasn't until an evil force took away someone that meant very close to him that the innocence was 100 percent completely shattered, and he prayed that Ricky would never experience something like that. He agreed he would do whatever he can to preserve the smile on Ricky. It was perhaps that number one thing aiding SpongeBob to keep moving forward.

He pulled from the curb and continued driving, unknown someone was watching him at the end of the street in a run-down car. The fish sneered, knowing the time had come. the previous night's events were just a prelude to the horrific nightmare they would inflict on the people they believed wronged them.

Sandy pulled up to the newly renovated Krusty Krab, now the global headquarters of the food chain, with a long corporate building looming ominously behind the old restaurant. She was greeted by a scene she didn't need today: news vans, police vehicles, and a crowd of furious customers and curious bystanders. She spotted Squidward, her friend and SpongeBob's colleague, being bombarded by camera flashes as reporters interrogated him.

"Mr. Tentacles, do you believe Detective Dickson's murder has anything to do with your coworker?" a large shark reporter asked frantically.

"No! Now get away from me!" Squidward fired back, shooing the reporters with his hand.

"But Mr. Tentacles, you were involved in the biggest murder case in recent history, and Detective Dickson was on top of that case," another reporter, a short red catfish, pressed.

"I wasn't involved. It was my coworker's business, not mine, and certainly not yours," Squidward argued. Despite finding SpongeBob incredibly annoying in the past, he wasn't going to let these reporters harass him, especially knowing the psychological impact the horrific event had on SpongeBob.

Sandy hopped out of her car and managed to grab the reporters' attention. They immediately deserted Squidward and rushed over to her.

"Dr. Cheeks! What is your input on the recent homicide of Arthur and Blake Dickson?" a female reporter, a blue anchovy, asked.

"My input is that you freaks get the hell out of here before I wrap you up in so much litigation that your grandchildren will need lawyers for THEIR children!" Sandy threatened. The reporters stepped back, intimidated.

"Now, please pave the way for me to get to my cephalopod friend," she added, shifting to a friendly tone and smile, playfully batting her eyelashes. The reporters complied, forming a clear path to the irritated squid.

Squidward's face lit up when he saw Sandy. He rushed over to her. "Sandy, I am so confused! I was just clocking in for the day and these reporters came out of nowhere! Is it true? Is Arthur…"

A sad frown formed on Sandy's face. "Yes," she answered, shaking her head. "Both him and his son. Where is SpongeBob?"

"Beats me. He should have come about 5 minutes ago."

"Sandy!" a familiar voice screamed. Sandy turned and let out a sigh of relief as her husband rushed from his Patty Wagon over to her.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" SpongeBob asked frantically, holding Sandy by the arms.

"I'm fine, dear. There's just some mayhem occurring," she replied. "Aren't you supposed to be at your lab? Does Bethany know you're here?"

"I had to come because Nancy came back to town to tell me something," Sandy said.

"Excuse me! Coming through!" Someone wearing a hooded jacket was pushing through the crowd to get to them. Once he managed to cut through, he turned and showed his badge. "I am an SSBI operative. I have the authority to have all of you arrested on the spot." The cameras continued to flash, and the operative screeched, pulling out his baton. "You think I'm playing?" The reporters realized they didn't want to lose their jobs for being too nosy, so they took off, boarding their vans and driving away.

The hooded operative then turned to SpongeBob and Sandy, before setting his hood down, revealing his face. He was a teal-colored, jelly-bean-shaped fish. Both SpongeBob and Sandy gasped.

"C-Chris?" SpongeBob stammered. Chris Jumper had been on the case with his fiancée Nancy, trying to help SpongeBob and Sandy when Patrick was murdered by his ex-girlfriend, Wendy. He had left the police force and become an SSBI operative along with his future wife.

SpongeBob grinned as he approached his old friend. "How have you been?" Chris greeted SpongeBob with a high-five and a hug. Sandy walked over and happily hugged the cop.

"I had a feeling you would be here, considering Nancy met me earlier at my lab."

"Well, I'm glad you're here! I am so confused as to what is going on?" Sandy's tongue was nearly tied as she tried to explain to her husband what she had discovered from Nancy, but she had no idea how to break it to him. She glanced over at Chris and pleaded with her eyes.

Chris read Sandy's expression and nodded. He looked SpongeBob in the eye and spoke. "SpongeBob…Arthur Dickson is dead."

SpongeBob's eyes widened. "D-Dead?"

"Yes, both him and his son."

SpongeBob's breathing hitched. He knew Blake Dickson was just a teenager, and Arthur had spoken highly of him when he was helping the team hunt down Patrick's killer. SpongeBob couldn't believe this. "H-How?" was all he could formulate.

"Stab wounds all over their bodies. And I mean deep wounds. Blake's body was bound to a chair in the backyard, while Arthur's was hung from a tree by a noose next to his son. It was gruesome…very gruesome."

Sandy covered her mouth, horrified by the details Nancy hadn't shared with her. Not that she blamed her. It was clear Nancy was just as mortified by the events as the rest.

SpongeBob tried to keep himself together. He still needed more answers. "What does this have to do with my business?" he asked.

"Okay, I am just going to ask you guys plain and simple, are you guys involved in this whatsoever," Chris asked, giving them a grave look.

"What? No!" SpongeBob revolted, looking absolutely appalled that Chris would ask such a ridiculous question.

"I know that!" Chris held his hands up defensively. "But the reason I am asking you this is because it has been made clear that Arthur's murder has been closely related to you. Do you guys have alibis last night?"

"Yes, I was at SpongeBob's parents' house to pick up Ricky since I was working late and SpongeBob was at his therapy appointment." Sandy answered, before shaking her head. "What a minute? What do you mean by Arthur's murder is 'related' to SpongeBob and I."

"Well, we found some evidence that links you as a material witness to the crime," Chris said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Like what?" Sandy asked.

"A picture, and a small message written on the back." Chris pulled out a large four-by-four picture from his book bag and carefully handed it to SpongeBob. Both SpongeBob and Sandy examined the picture and nearly felt their stomachs turn. It was Wendy's mugshot after her arrest. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, her hair disheveled, and she had a wicked grin on her face. Her eyes screamed evil. It was something neither SpongeBob nor Sandy needed to see, considering what they had gone through because of that diabolical woman.

Sandy gulped. "He said there was a note on the back."

SpongeBob tried to get his breathing under control. He momentarily shut his eyes as he turned the picture around to see what was written on the back. Sandy gasped, indicating it was horrific. SpongeBob hesitantly opened his eyes and what was revealed caused him to drop the picture.

It read: THIS ISN'T OVER!

Dr. Greg Becker was enjoying a rare day off in his cozy cottage. After working tirelessly all month without a break, he decided it was time to relax. However, the solitude was palpable. His wife had passed away a few years ago, and with his children grown and moved out, the large house felt especially empty. Nonetheless, he needed the rest. He stayed in his bathrobe, which he had put on after waking up that morning.

With his favorite TV show on and a bowl of cream of wheat in hand, Greg settled into his recliner to enjoy his day.

The sudden ring of the doorbell startled him. Greg wasn't expecting visitors, aside from the occasional paperboy or mailman who might stay for a chat or a cup of tea. With a groan, he set his breakfast on the coffee table and slowly got up. He walked to the door and called out, "Who is it?" Silence. "I said, 'Who is it?'" He loooked through the peephole but saw no one.

"Kids," he muttered, smiling despite himself. Greg loved children and had spent much of his career as a psychologist helping them through tough times, now he was mainly focused on adults, one of which had experienced a loss of a very close friend and was leaning toward Dr. Becker's help to get through it.

Greg locked the door, hoping none of the kids would try any pranks.

Then, everything happened so quickly. He turned and screamed as someone, already inside his home, lunged at him wearing a ski mask and robe. Greg's back was against the door as the intruder brandished a knife and attacked. "No!" he begged, but his frail body couldn't fend off the assailant for more than a few seconds. The attacker kicked him in the shins. Greg then shrieked as he pushed the assailant back to clutch his leg.

The killer then pulled back, and in a flash, SLASHED Craig's throat.

Greg gasped as he clutched his throat, blood gushing from his wound, feeling his life ebb away. He collapsed to the floor, his vision fading. His last sight was the intruder rifling through his office, emerging with files that labeled 'SpongeBob SquarePants, one of Greg's patients.

The therapist from the end of episode 'SquidBob TentaclePants' wasn't given a name, so I decided to name him Greg. And yes, he is dead.

Why did he have to die? Well, it would have been easier for the killer to murder him than to play ninja and sneak in to get the files. The files have SpongeBob and Sandy's home address, as well as other vital information that wasn't given to the public for privacy reasons.

Now the killer has them...*GASP*

Stay tuned!