I do not own SpongeBob. Again, please read An Ex's Revenge if you haven't already.

It was past 2 in the afternoon, and it was clear a psycho killer was on a hunt. The police were nowhere near deducing the person responsible for the deaths of the Dicksons. The note that Nancy provided became substantial evidence that Arthur and Blake's deaths were committed by someone who have had previous relations with the duo.

SpongeBob and Sandy sat in the cold, sterile interrogation room of the Bikini Bottom Police Station. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glare on the metal table between them. The silence was thick, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the building settling.

SpongeBob knew the situation was grave, but the look of fear on Sandy's eyes was too much for him to bear. Ever since they got married, he made it a mission to bring a smile on Sandy's face whenever he could, even when they were fighting or were angry with one another, he always loved teasing her by making her smirk or giggle.

And he tried it at that moment rubbing Sandy's led with the sole of his shoe. Sandy glanced over at him and smiled, pushing him away playfully. SpongeBob just chuckled and held his hands up in defense.

The door then swung open, and in walked Detective Benny Maslow, a large blue fish with a stern expression. He carried a file under his fin and took a seat across from the couple, his eyes scanning them intently.

"Mr. and Mrs. SquarePants," Benny began, his voice deep and authoritative. "Thank you for coming in. We need to ask you a few questions about the recent deaths of Detective Arthur Dickson and his son Blake."

Sandy, her posture rigid, nodded. "Of course, Detective. I'll help in any way I can, but I was at work all day."

Benny turned his gaze to SpongeBob, who fidgeted nervously. "And you, Mr. SquarePants? Do you have any information that might help us?"

SpongeBob hesitated, his eyes darting to Sandy before he spoke. "Well, there is something… I received a threatening voice call a few days ago."

Sandy's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it was serious," SpongeBob mumbled, looking down at his hands.

Benny leaned forward, his expression growing more intense. "What did the caller say?"

SpongeBob swallowed hard. "They said… they were going to make me pay for what happened to Arthur and Blake."

Sandy's face turned pale, and she stood up abruptly. "I can't believe this. You kept this from me?"

"Sandy, wait!" SpongeBob called out as she stormed out of the room. He quickly followed her, trying to keep up.

Sandy walked out of the police station, ignoring the swarm of reporters desperate for more answers. She just casually and incredulously gave them the middle finger as she continued moving down the sidewalk. She was completely furious.

"Sandy, wait!" SpongeBob called out from behind, but Sandy didn't turn. She just kept moving. Once SpongeBob hurried over and managed to keep up with her, he tried to beckon with her. "You can't be mad at me!"

Sandy retaliated, her focus still being forward, not daring to look at her husband in the eye. "Why wouldn't I be mad about this? You just received a threatening voice call, and I am hearing about this NOW?!"

"Listen, I just didn't know whether to take it seriously!"

"You should have called the cops."

"I figured it was just a prank call. I thought having the cops involved was not necessary."

Sandy stopped in her tracks. She turned and slapped her husband. SpongeBob winced and looked up at his wife's angry eyes as he rubbed his cheek. "Not necessary?!" Sandy repeated, completely flabbergasted. "We have a son! For the love of Neptune, do you not see the connection between that phone call, Arthur's subsequent death, and your therapist suddenly turning up dead?!"

SpongeBob tried to look dumb. "Well, I'd figure it was just a coincidence!"

His wife raised her hand, preparing to slap him. SpongeBob put his hands up defensively and spoke. "Okay, okay, okay! It has occurred to me now that someone is out to get us, but we have been through this before with you know who." SpongeBob did not dare sat the name of that wretched woman, not after everything she had done.

Sandy put her hand down. "Yeah, after she tried to destroy Bikini Bottom!" She pointed out, as if SpongeBob had forgotten.

"Exactly! If we can take her out, then perhaps whoever this killer would not stand a chance against us."

Sandy tilted her head for a moment before sightly tiredly. "I really hope you are right?"

"Listen, let's just pick Ricky up early from school and keep him away from all of this until we can sort this out. He will either be with us or my parents."

Sandy reluctantly nodded. "Okay." She said, still pretty ticked off at her husband. SpongeBob tried to lighten her mood but grasping her hand, but she slapped it away as she started to walk.

SpongeBob sighed before following closely behind his wife through the busy downtown streets. Here and there, they would come across a fan of either Sandy or SpongeBob, but they would respectfully dismiss them, even giving them notice that they were going through something grim.

As they were walking through a downtown plaza, SpongeBob's phone rang. He picked it up and he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he just stared intensely at the caller ID.

Sandy stopped and turned toward the yellow square. "SpongeBob?" She walked over and took a glance at her husband's screen. The caller ID read: unknown.

"What the actual-" SpongeBob almost cursed. His blood running cold.

"Who is trying to call you"

"I do not know...!"

SpongeBob and Sandy didn't know what to do at that moment. SpongeBob's thumb hesitated at the moment. Sandy realized what her husband was thinking and shook her head. "Don't answer it," she pleaded.

SpongeBob did not listen. He just hit 'answer' and held the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hello, SpongeBob...nice to speak to you again."

SpongeBob's blood went cold. It was that voice again from earlier. "What do you want?"

"Don't use that tone with me. I just wanted to let you know that I am on to you."

"You are on to me," SpongeBob said hysterically. "You are sorrily mistaken, you bastard! We are onto YOU! Now, here is the deal: the last stray, rabid worm that tried to fuck with us, my wife and I sent her ass back to the pound! You'll be either be next or buried 5 feet under the ground. If you want to play this game, then don't cry foul if or when you lose?"

Sandy gasped, realizing what was going on. Her husband was talking to the killer.

The psycho on the other line wasn't having it. "Listen to me you little shit! I know what you and your prissy, snobby wife did. And I am not going to stop until I BUTCHER the two of you, and ANYONE who gets in my way of doing so."

Sandy swiped the phone from SpongeBob, deciding to give the person on the other line a piece of her mind. "You better leave us alone, or else-"

"YOU WON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" The killer screeched, seething. "You hear me! You are going to pay for what you did, and trust me, I am not going to stop! I will bury you in darkness! Starting right now..."

"What do you mean 'now'?" Sandy asked, her face turning red with anger. "Come show you face, you coward."

"With pleasure," the killer hissed.

"SANDY!" SpongeBob yelled as a figure suddenly emerged from the entrance of the apartment building next to them. Sandy turned and gasped as a masked person wearing a black robe slashed their hunting blade at her, but she ducked, grabbing the person's leg, and lifting it upward, sending the person falling on their back.

SpongeBob and Sandy backed up a bit, but just as the masked psychopath, presumably the killer, managed to get to their feet, neither wife nor husband decided to take their chances and made a beeline for it, sprinting down the block as fast as they could.

SpongeBob looked back and noticed the killer was trailing behind them, and whoever was underneath the mask was fast.

They continued running, with Sandy pushing away in bystander and pedestrians that came in their way. "Get out of here! Get to safety!"

SpongeBob looked back and saw the assailant pushing many of the bystanders that were their path. It was here whoever was under the mask had no interest in killing anybody they deemed innocent...just their targets.

Or so SpongeBob thought.

"SpongeBob, look! Larry's GYM!" Sandy pointed toward the fitness-centered establishment at the far end corner of the street they were running through.

SpongeBob looked ahead and began hustling over with his wife to the possible rescue point.

Larry stood at the check-in desk, sorting through a new member's application papers. Things had gotten easier since his new buddy started working for him, but running the gym would have been a breeze if his employee wasn't also a gym fanatic. Speaking of which, Salvatore Cipher, Larry's esteemed new business partner and friend, had just finished his weight training for the day. He approached the front desk, tossing a towel over his shoulder. The blue fish smirked, slicking his short blond hair back.

"Busy day, huh?" Sal asked.

Larry groaned. "Don't get me started. This guy is 90 years old! What business does he have coming to this gym?"

Sal shrugged. "Maybe he knows his days are numbered and is trying to prolong his life." His eyes then widened. "Hey! We aren't supposed to judge someone by their past, but by where they're headed. That was the motto!"

Larry sighed, looking at Sal. "You know, if this 90-year-old keeps it up, he might outlive us all."

Sal chuckled. "Yeah, and then he'll be the one running the gym. Imagine that!"

Larry laughed. "Well, at least he won't need to worry about a retirement plan. He'll just bench press his way through it!"

Both of them burst into laughter, the stress of the day melting away. Or so they thought, until Sandy and SpongeBob burst through the automatic doors. Larry looked up, stunned, as the two rushed over to him at the front desk, their faces filled with panic as they began pleading. Their words blended into incomprehensible noise as they yelled over each other.

"Larry, you have to help us!" "We were just attacked!" "SpongeBob and I were chased! This guy, he—" "There's a lunatic after Sandy and me."

Larry held up his hands. "Whoa, whoa, WHOA! What on EARTH is going on?"

His answer came as the aforementioned 'guy' walked in through the automatic doors, shoving aside an blue gym-goer who was just leaving. Sandy and SpongeBob turned and retreated behind a confused Sal. The assailant walked closer to Sal, silently motioning for him to move aside. Sal glanced at Larry, who just shook his head. Then, the blue fish, another one of Larry's gym buddies, stepped in front of the masked person.

"You got a problem here, bro?" He hollered angrily.

Larry reached over the counter. "Bubba, don't!"

"No, I'd like to see what this guy is all—" Bubba didn't get to finish his sentence, as a sharp projectile pierced his throat before being roughly yanked out. Sandy and SpongeBob gasped.

"Bubba!" Larry screeched as the big blue fish collapsed onto the floor, choking on his own blood. The gym patrons took notice of the commotion. Screams erupted as people watched Bubba slowly die from his wound. Soon, alarms blared across the gym from the emergency exit in the back as people fled to safety.

Sal then jumped behind the desk and rummaged through some supplies, leaving SpongeBob and Sandy out in the open. The killer took a few steps toward them before Larry, deciding it was time to play hero. Jump onto the desk and jumped over toward the attacker.

But he or she was fast, reaching over toward a fire extinguisher and slamming it against Larry's head, sending him to the ground, groaning bemusedly.

"Larry, no!" Sal cried out. He then turned and pushed SpongeBob and Sandy over toward the direction of the emergency exit. "Go, the exit is at the back.

SpongeBob and Sandy wasted no time, rushing to safety. On the way over, SpongeBob looked back for a split second to catch a glimpse of the killer slashing Sal's fin before kicking him in the get and stabbing him in the shoulder.

Police sirens were head from the back parking lot as Sandy and SpongeBob made it outside.

"There are more patrons coming out!" An officer called out.

A few deputies escorted Sandy and SpongeBob away from the scene as multiple forces rushed inside.

"Is there anyone inside," one officer asked another as the latter walked out of the gym.

"Nope, just one dead victim and two others that were injured," the second officer said.

SpongeBob, overhearing the conversation as he and Sandy sat in the open trunk of a police SUV, looked over at his wife, who was still in shock to what had occurred as she took deep breaths, trying to keep herself from having a breakdown.

It was clear someone was now after them. This wasn't someone who was a crazed fan or some sort. Whoever was doing this would stop at nothing to take SpongeBob and his family out, with no regard for anything else.

To be continued...

So yeah...another person on the kill list. Bubba was the one big blue fish in "No Weenies Allowed." He took a part in a fight which resulted in one of the funniest lines from SpongeBob.

"Hey, I was in front of you!"

"No, you weren't!"

"You calling me a liar?"

"I ain't calling you for dinner!"

I smile just thinking about it...but now he's dead. Bummer.

Who's next on the kill list? Just stay tuned to find out.