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“Gary?” Spongebob exclaimed with a shout, as he heard screams of pain for the third day in a row from his neighbor Squidward’s house. “Meow” Gary mumbled as he was awoken from his sleep, which Spongebob translated as, go back to sleep, there is nothing you can do. Spongebob stared out his window into the black night; his alarm clock told him that the time was 3 in the morning, what the hell could Squidward be up to? The night was ominously dark, and the screams from Squidwards tiki’s had subdued, and Spongebob hoped that they would soon stop. Spongebob had noticed a strange change in Squidward in the past few days; ever since being laid off from the Krusty Krab he had been shut up in his tiki, not even bothering to acknowledge Spongebob or Patrick. Spongebob was worried about his best bud, and worried something else was going on, something far dirtier and scarier than he imagined. What really worried Spongebob was the lack of music coming from Squidward’s house, from his beloved clarinet. Squidward played his Clarinet all day long, and this absence of noise disturbed Spongebob, leading to him to believe that Squidward was perhaps depressed, and stopped playing. “If that’s the case, Patrick and I will cheer him up again!” Spongebob sputtered, before drifting back to sleep. “AHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH” the noise from Squidward’s house ripped throughout the night. Finally the morning dawned, and an unsettling silence drew over Bikini Bottom, as many people found something sinister going on in their city, and reports of abductions of young children were spread across the city. Mr. Krabs however, was unabashed to these occurrences, opening the Krusty Krab all day long, and hiring young teenagers instead of his previous overworked slave, Squidward. Spongebob decided to cheer up his buddy Squidward after cooking Krabby Patties all day long, when he started seeing strange visions. “SAVE YOURSELF” A dark demonic voice uttered, as a pair of blood red eyes burned into him; visions of all his friends and family dead flashed before him, all drowning in a puddle of blood, culminating in a vision of Spongebob dead, mutilated and disemboweled. “Spongebob! Me-boy! Get back to work!” Mr. Krabs screamed as Spongebob passed out from these visions. “Sorry Mr. Krabs! I’ll go back to work!” Spongebob slowly got to his feet, wondering what that message had meant, and went back to work, determined to find Squidward and make some sense of these visions. Once he was out of work, Spongebob bought some porno videos and got Patrick, and set of to Squidwards house. “Oh man Squidward’s favorite! Pearl’s stinky DP adventure!” Patrick exclaimed and was excited to see the hardcore action with his two best buds. It was around 12, and both of these two lads felt something strange this night, something quite disturbing to be honest, and despite their desire to see Squidward, felt utterly scared. Upon knocking on the door for the fifth time, the two boys kicked the door open, and saw something truly horrific. Bloody carcasses lined the floor, young boy’s all under 10 years old brutally murdered, their blood splattered over the walls, and satanic pentagrams decorating the house. The boy’s heads were mounted on the walls, and intestines were hung over all of Squidward’s paintings. “P-P-P-Patrick” Spongebob nerviously whispered “You don’t think Squidward had anything to do with this, do you?” Patrick didn’t have to answer, because Squidward rushed up to him and cleaved his head clean off, the pink head falling to the ground, whilst his eyes still moved. But the worst part was Squidward. This was not the Squidward spongebob once knew, for this Squidward possessed demonic red bloody eyes, and his entire being radiated something evil, his skin was shriveled, and tentacles were rotting, and he possessed an atmosphere of death. Spongebob uttered a scream at this site, and tried to run away, and he spotted where Squidward’s clarinet had been these past few days; lodged up one of the young boy’s arse was the clarinet, used as a weapon to prolapse these young boy’s anuses, bringing a horrible slow death before Squidward tortured them in other ways. “Spongebob you will not escape, your death is approaching” Squidward said in a deep demonic voice, which was a mixture of Squidward’s voice amongst a background of demons. Spongebob then felt the world going black, and fell in a puddle of blood and guts, before passing out. “WEE OH WEE OH WEE OHHHHHHHHH” The police siren rang as they made their way to Spongebob’s house. The police busted in, and found Spongebob on the ground, cuffed him and dragged him outside. “So you murdered your best friend eh? Along with those ten other boy’s? You think you could get away with it, right? Well we got your sorry ass!” The police officer roared. As Spongebob tried to explain his innocence, he noticed the bodies he found at Squidward’s house were in his Pineapple, and that his best friend Patrick skin was lying on the couch, while his skeleton was inside his alarm clock. The police dragged Spongebob outside, and his neighbor Squidward watched on, smirking at his neighbor’s downfall.

“NO NO IT WAS HIM, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT, LOOK AT SQUIDWARD’S EYES, GO INTO HIS HOUSE, HE’S POSSESED!” Spongebob screamed, desperate to be freed. However, Squidward looked positively normal to the officers, but only to Spongebob were his blood red eyes visible. The police went into his house, and found nothing but beautiful paintings, and a well polished clarinet. “Trying to frame your neighbor now! You’ll get death for that!” The police officer once again roared, as a crying Spongebob was put in the car, and dragged off to jail. Epilouge Two years later Spongebob was executed, the Krusty Krab closed down, and Squidward opened up a music store, gaining a steady income, and eventually married Pearl, as a favor to the destitute Mr. Krabs. Some people say that if you look closely into Squidward’s eyes you can see a tinge of a bloody demonic intent, but Squidward haunts those people, stealing their souls for his own, until he can cross into our realm, and he’s not to far from doing so. If you look into a mirror, beware, he is sucking your soul.