“Do you feel it NOW, Mr. Krabs?” That’s how the police found him, screaming hysterically over a mutilated carcass of what forensics later determined to be a middle-aged lobster in the Back of a dingy restaurant. It was not until the next day they found the remains of a cephalopod, in the burned-out shell of his home, with a clarinet inserted in his body in such a way that was thought to be anatomically impossible. They never found the starfish’s body.
Based on the statement, Mr. Krabs screamed when he found a dead lobster in the back of his restaurant. And he remembered the words that little sponge has whispered to him, "do you feel it now, mr. Krabs"
But he missed because he dropped it misfiring onto Gary causing SpongeBob to go on a bender later being found Dead in a ditch only a week later...it was Alcohol poisoning.
He would keep regenerating his whole life, unable to die. He was living a life beyond mortals; a life in which his regret clinged onto him, unwilling to let go.
The only thing that distracted him from his pain was the paycheck he received from service to the navy. "That's the rub, a good diversion to keep me mind off things." The old krab thought to himself. He then decided to dedicate himself to wealth, money, and all things of value. Whatever could distract him from the war. Thus he came to opening the Krusty Krab. He was proud of his restaurant. He prided himself over the thought that this could be the step the right path he needed.
"Sandy's helmet caved in under the enormous pressure from being at the bottom of the ocean as Spongebob just watched, reminding himself that squirrels really don't belong underwater"
I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
It all started as a normal day. SpongeBob happily grilling krabby patties in the kitchen. Squidward at the cash register. Mr. Krabs counting his money. Patrick enjoying a Krabby Patty. But then a spark in the kitchen, the Krusty Krab is set ablaze. Everyone is trying to escape. Patrick gets trapped. He doesn’t survive. Spongebob, depressed, locks himself in his house. Sometime later his friends come to check on him, even plankton is there. Squidward finds a way in. He finds Spongebob on the floor a bottle of pills spilled next to him. The scene fades to black and white and everything goes silent. Spongebob’s coffin is being lowered into the grave. Squidward reading his last word and testament. Mr. Krabs hugs Plankton. Everyone is crying. The scene fades to black. The title card reads, Spongebob Squarepants: 1999-2023. This music is playing
The salt. You don't realize just how overwhelming it is. Like the Devil himself sucking your very soul out through your tongue, your eyes, your skin. The sea was meant to be the setting for our relaxing diving vacation. A quiet little town called Bikini Bottom we had heard about from our friend, Sandy. She had always spoken highly of the place whenever she came back to Texas for a visit. She had found her own little undersea paradise. If only we had known. If only. ------------ The anchovies are upon us again. We cut down dozens of them. Hundreds. But still they come. They're rabid, feral... insatiable. They tore Jimmy to shreds in the blink of an eye. Dragged Sarah to her doom as we desperately grabbed to save her. Futile. We didn't want to admit it, but the reality is inescapable. One by one, the last of us are overwhelmed. Eric, Tina, Shaun. Their flesh stripped away down to the bone by an avalanche of teeth and slimy claws. Nothing left now but the inevitable. The final end. My eternal tomb. My weapon is ripped from my hands and the mass is upon me completely. The weight of their attack shatters the glass of my diving helmet, and I feel the crushing rush of the sea assault my senses. As my body is disintegrated in a bloody cloud, I'm conscious of only one thing. One last thing. The salt. The *salt*.
"I c-cant do it, Pat..." Spongebob sobbed as he collapsed over his best friend's grave. The sponge's tears rained down upon the freshly dug sand. "I'm not ready."
"You have to." Patrick's voice echoed through Spongebobs mind, like a clock ticking non-stop. Spongebob clenched the sides of his cuboid head. "PATRICK, PLEASE, NO!!" Spongebob screams out, desperately trying to get Patrick out of his head. " I WON'T DO IT, THEY'RE INNOCENT FISH, PAT!" An intense ringing sounds off in Spongebobs head, the sound reminded him of the alarm clock he had at home that would wake him up everyday, but this time, it was there to put him to sleep.
@@ourtvshow6399 Squidward rejoiced; the fateful day had arrived. His enemy, Spongebob Squarepants, and his wretched job at the Krusty Krab had finally met their ends.
"Yes, Yes...You're beautiful, yes." Plankton says as he rubs his stubby little paws against the glass containment jar of the krabby patty formula, covered in ash and dust - somehow it survived the blast. SpongeBob at the precipice of the cliff was sitting down, viewing the decadent bikini bottom with empty eyes. "Why?" He asks, "Was it all worth it?" Plankton climbs the jar from the bottom up, and tries to remove the spongey material atop the jar that kept it sealed. "Plankton, you killed everyone." Plankton furrows his unibrow, veins arose from his green skin as he tried with all his strength to remove the sponge, "Plankton..." SpongeBob walks over to plankton and picks up the bottle, his little frail body dangling in the air as he held onto the edges of the sponge before losing his grip and falling to the ground. "Give it back!" Plankton shook his little stubby hand at spongebob. From spongebob's point of view he was just another harmless pest, or at least he use to be one. Now, he is a mass murderer. An evil, pathetic pile of formula worshipping garbage that needed to be exterminated. It was easy too, just one stomp of his foot was enough to bring justice. However a better Idea arose ; Spongebob walks over to the cliff and extends his arm over the precipice. "DONT!" Plankton begged SpongeBob narrowed his eyes at plankton and shook his head, his grip loosened, the formula now hanging at just the tips of his fingers, so loose was his grip that a mere gust of wind could easily release the formula. "You won't do it." "You wanna bet?" The two made long eye-contact with each other. "Death was the only way out, huh? You knew you couldn't get the formula any other way." "You don't understand, SpongeBob." "What don't I understand?" SpongeBob suddenly raised his voice, "That you and your pathetic stubby little paws couldn't compete with the Krusty Krab so you had to kill everyone in order to get what you want?!" Plankton stood there in silence. Tears began falling down SpongeBob's eyes "I don't get it...Why? What's the point? With no one to serve a Krabby patty, there's no use for the formula, what exactly did you hope to accomplish?" "It was never about having a successful business, SpongeBob. I gave up that dream a long time ago." "What the hell are you talking about? You wanted the krabby patty formula so you can have our success!" "No! God almighty, no, that'd be to damned boring. All I ever wanted to do was have a successful business but then...After many failures, after *plan Z* I realized even if I had the formula, even if I had customers, there would be no more Plankton, no more competition. Truth be told, I love being the bad guy. But I realized this damn perpetual cycle of losing to Krabs when trying to get the formula was humiliating, I wanted to win - I wanted to change this story, the bad guy has to win and to do that..." ..To do that I had to kill everyone in the bikini bottom, and the formula be my trophy of this accomplishment." SpongeBob didn't say a word, he retracted his arm back and sat down once again at the precipice. "You're deranged, you're sick, you're awful..." SpongeBob said as his voice broke even more with each passing adjective. Plankton walked to Spongebob's side. "What's the point, SpongeBob? Everyone you know is dead, it's just you and me in this craphole! So why don't you just hand me the formula and take a leap, what is there to lose?" Plankton said albeit in a more sympathetic tone this time. Spongebob looked over at the horizon, a destroyed bikini bottom slightly shrouded in smoke and ash layed on there. SpongeBob then got up and looked down from the cliff. "Yes, excellent! I knew you weren't that much of an idiot! Just one step and this'll be over with! Do it, Jump! Patrick, Sandy, Krabs, Squidward, they're all waiting for you! Cant you hear them calling your name?" Plankton devilishly grinned as he commanded SpongeBob to jump. Plankton continued, "The story is in your hands, SpongeBob, make it right!" "I will make it right." SpongeBob swiftly and firmly grasped Plankton by his antennas and ripped them off his head. He screamed in agony as blood squirted from the two holes where the antennas where. As if he were just another bug SpongeBob slammed Plankton to the ground with all his might and the last thing Plankton saw before things went black was the underside of Spongebob's shoe. SpongeBob dragged his feet against the ground, removing the guts and organs of plankton that stained his shoe. Later that spongebob visits his destroyed home, it does not even resemble a pineapple anymore. As he entered looked over to where Gary would've been, but instead of mourning any more, Spongebob went straight to his room. There he removed the sheets from his bed, making a cloak out of it to wear. He leaves his home, and leaves the bikini bottom but not before taking one last look at it, taking one last look at his home - Memories, happy ones of him and Sandy doing karate, feeding Gary, hanging out with Patrick, working at the Krusty Krab, it was all gone and it was time for him to move on. "Goodbye, bikini bottom."
This is legit amazing. This mans whole life is burned to the ground by a selfish organism who just wants to accomplish something in his life, and in doing so he murdered everyone he knew. It’s a good thing he was taken care of.
Patrick knew the truth. He wanted to get out of the Krusty Krab. Yet Mr. Krabs made him sit there. He’d been fattened by his deceased brethren as he was forced to consume piles upon piles of patties. He felt himself gagging, the interior of his throat slick with the greasy matter of grind fish. He held his tears as he looked over to Spongebob in the kitchen, chained to the grill. After all, he can’t leave. If he did then he’d end up like poor Squidward. The chunks of flesh after each bite were unbearable. All that could be heard was his sloppy chewing and the sound of Mr. Krabs laughing. Patrick was nearing his last dollar. It was now that he prepared for his own demise as he was near death from being the next victim of the Krabby Patty secret formula.
*Squidward, sobbing:* "Why did you do it, Patrick? He was your best friend. How could you murder him!?" *Patrick, whispering tearfully:* "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma."
“Hey Spongebob, have you ever wondered how starfish eat? Let me show you. Our stomachs extend out of our bodies, penetrating our prey and injecting digestive enzymes into their bodies, liquifying their insides. After that, we slurp up the fluid like a milkshake. I’m sorry, Spongebob”
"What was Bikini Bottom is now nothing but a lifeless husk of forgotten memories. Sometimes, in the middle of lonely nights, you can see a little yellow figure. His presence warms up an otherwise bleak and lonely surrounding. Sometimes we see him laughing and running around reminiscing days long gone, but sometimes we see him weeping to his heart's content while holding a rusty spatula or a cracked snail shell. If you see him, don't bother to say hello. That's what he wants"
Always avoid speaking to him.. for his voice will be the last thing you hear, and his ear to ear smile being the last thing you see... some say he is still out there, roaming the ruins of what was once Bikini Bottom...
@@KyrusR At this point, after all these dissapearings lately, I think that staying as far away from this God forsaken town is the best option one can choose. You wont find neither peace, not joy in this place, only blood-freezing fear. During the nights, indoors is the safest place one can be at, atleast somewhat hidden from the plague that ravages this city. Hearing his weepings in the middle of the night, echoing in the distance will surely send crippling chills down your ,shattered from the dread, spine and seeing his square silhouette in the shadows of the cold and foggy nights will surely be a sing that you have made a series of bad decisions that have led you to the point of no return. The buildings, standing up straight, like proud memorials of the days of prosperity, broken down, in ruins, with entire chunks of them completely missing and iron rods, sticking through the walls like spears, ready to impale every man, woman or child, daring enough to go near them, with ripped cloth, hanging from the windows, dancing a sad waltz in the freezing winds of the night, reminding us of the once great civilization, that now has collapsed in ruins and despare. Silence is what you will hear in this city, absolute and lonely silence, except the distant wheezes of the wind, going through the tight wholes in the ruins of the fallen buildings, singing it's own lullaby about the past days and God forbid, the laugh... this dreadful laugh
"Are ya ready kids?" Patchy the Pirate mutters as he hugs the cold, lifeless bodies of the kids that drowned looking for a pineapple under the sea. "I can't hear you" he weeps, hoping it was all some sort of sick dream.
As Eugene finally approaches the beast he has slain, harpoon over his shoulder, the stains of death live forever in his glare. That is, until he finds the beast's baby. Even after all of the destruction he caused, he couldn't bring himself to kill the creature, hiding under its cloak of pearls, it was terrified. He set down his harpoon, finally aware of what he has done. He has to make it right. This is his ticket out of Davy Jones' Locker. He picks up the baby and comforts her, though he can't look into her eyes. Money used to be the only thing he would fill the growing void within himself with, but now, maybe something matters more. "Argh... I'll keep you safe from that monster, me girl." He said, a tear in his eyes. "D-daddy?" The young girl whimpered. "...Aye"
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“Who do they think they are? I give the best years of my life to this place and they think they can just fire me like that? Like trash? I don’t think so…”
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“Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?” “No lad, I feel nothing but the wound of darkness that cloaks me soul and treads back to the cold shell that was once me heart”.
As Spongebob laid by Gary, his tears streamed heavily down his face. " Don't go buddy. Please don't leave me again." He sobbed as he held to his dear pet with all he could. Gary nuzzled his face and uttered a soft meow as his eyes closed for the last time. For days Spongebob couldn't stop crying for his pet, wishing he could hear his meow again. Finally one day Patrick and Sandy came to see Spongebob and hugged him saying that Gary would want him to live his life and remember the good times he had with him and not feel so sad. As he held on Spongebob knew that the pain wouldn't leave him but that it would get better with time and with friends. Finally years later Spongebob laid in his bed and started to see a bright light above him. He closed his eyes as he said, " I'm ready". At the gates he saw Sandy and Patrick just like he remembered them and ran to hug them. As the trio laughed and cried Patrick said, " Someone else has been waiting for you Spongebob". Gary slithered behind Patrick and went to Spongebob uttering a simple meow. Spongebob hugged the snail tight, tears of joy and love flooding his eyes as he said, " I'll never lose you again buddy". Finally after the tears Sandy suggested they should show Spongebob around and have some fun. Spongebob was excited to see what there was to do but stopped and asked, " Wait. Where's Mr.Krabs and Squidward ?"
_"Are ya ready kids?"_ Patchy the pirate exclaims as him and the children stand at edge of the dock, looking down in to the black and Murky depths of the ocean. _"Spongebob's waiting for us, right?"_ Asks A young girl. A single tear rolls down patchy's cheek. _"Aye aye, captain"_
He couldn't ever shake the feeling of being responsible for his death, or at least having had the chance to prevent it but never done anything about it.
“No matter how many signs I put up, billboards I covered, phone numbers I called, asking, no matter how many times I called his name.. Gary Never came home.”
Everyone's either giving an angsty or sad interpretation, so here's my shot at a...somewhat less sad take: *10 years after the original movie.* "I'm ready." Spongebob smiled as he looked over Bikini Bottom one last time. He thought of Mr. Krabs and Ms. Puff planning their vacation around the seven seas in a few weeks, Plankton coming along as a travel buddy to celebrate the fifth anniversary of their final truce. Squidward would be curating that new exhibit at the art museum. Sandy was undoubtedly drawing her plans, designing new parts of the city where the fish-folk would be served with her inventions, as well as other members of the tree-dome society. All in all, it was all was looking up. Everything was at peace. Everyone was moving forward. So where did that leave him? "Got the last of the luggage packed Spongebob." The sponge turned to see a pink starfish coming up the ridge. He joined his old buddy in checking out the city. The smoke was unsightly, but it would be a small price to pay for the underwater paradise they would doubtless return to one day. "Just thinking about old times." Spongebob said softly, his eyes wandering here to the old Krusty Krab, there to Jellyfish fields. Over there was the old folks home where Barnacle Boy entertained newcomers and their families with stories of what he and Mermaid Man where up to back when their fathers' fathers where children. Sometimes Man Ray, the Dirty Bubble, and a few others backed him up while visiting their old nemesis. Still over there Larry was teaching his son how to back-peddle through the goo while Frank was teaching his daughter and nephew how to be dramatic while lifeguarding. Finally, his eyes skimmed over the clam fields where he met Sandy all those years ago to the street on which he'd walked his way to work over the years. "I'm ready." He said at last. Folding his "Fry Cooks 'Round the World" brochure under his armpit, he turned for the boat. "So is it the South China Sea, the Indian Ocean, or the Late Greats?" Patrick asked. "Late Greats?" "Yea, the place that guy dug with his giant bunions." "That was Paul Bunyan and the Great Lakes, Patrick," Spongebob said, shaking his square head. Of all the stories Sandy told after getting back from that reunion, that one was just plain weird. "Well, do you want to start there or somewhere else?" "May as well go to Lake Michigan first, I suppose. Sandy said she had some family we could visit nearby, so that gives us a place to stay and more time to make plans for wherever we go next." "And mess those plans up as we go!" Sponge laughed. "Yea." He paused. "Thanks for coming along, Pat." "No problem, buddy. It's not like I had anything better to do." "What? Aren't you going to miss bus-driving? Meeting new people everyday?" "I figure we'll be meeting a whole bunch of new people checking out all those new restaurants. And I can eat a lot of new food while your learning how to cook it. And you can make more of it when your done a'learnin. And when we get back..." he stopped. "When are we gettin' back?" "Not sure, Pat." Spongebob pulled the boat's door open and climbed up behind the wheel. Gary slumbered on the seat behind him, purring softly. "I only know it's going to be a while. But when I get back, Krabs promised he'll teach me how to start my own place." "That'll be awesome. Hey, I think I'll get some shuteye. Wake me when when you want me to take a turn." "Will do." With his old friend's occasional snore punctuating the soft purring rhythm little Gare-bear was already providing, Spongebob watched as the boat propeller of Bikini Bottom's tallest building slipped under the hill crest behind him in the rear view mirror. He turned his eyes to the road ahead of him. "I'm ready."
Here's my addition to the already great scene As the credits came up over the scene we see the television and watching it Patchy the pirate. Once the music fades away Patchy removes the DVD from the player and puts it back into the case. Looking over the great art Patchy reflected on the many memories and adventures he had with this show. The Christmas special, the best day ever event, how he broke down crying after "Gary Come Home", even the anger and then relief when he watched the lost episode. "So then I guess then it's over. For now." Patchy walked to the shelf looking at the cover "I just wanted to say. Thanks for all the nautical nonsense we had together. Don't worry I can always just have another marathon." With that Patchy carefully placed it alongside the many other DVDs he had collected. Polly was watching all this from the kitchen door metaphorically rolling their painted eyes at Patchy. Polly was going to say Patchy looked stupid but stopped themselves and said "I am back Patchy. Would you like to watch an episode of Spongebob." Patchy looked at the many DVDs of many other shows he had collected over the years but never watched. "You know Polly. How about we watch something else." Patchy slipped out a set of Adventure Time DVDs and with his friends Polly the two sat down to enjoy another cartoon.
"Hello and welcome to the Bikini Bottom News At 7" "We are saddened to report today that beloved Bikini Bottom resident, fry cook, and world famous lovable goofball has passed away. His untimely death was caused while he was partaking in his favorite outdoor activity: Jellyfishing. He was stung by a number of jellyfish and the trauma and shock from the stings ultimately caused his demise." "Friends, family and worldwide lovers of the yellow sponge have gathered outside his pineapple to mourn. They have lit candles and wrote heartfelt messages." "He was 42. He will be missed"
“Is this the Krusty Krab?” A voice, eerily familiar said. “No...it hasn’t been for a while...This is-“ “Patrick? Patrick you’re alive!” “No spongebob. I’m telling you to let go...” Patrick knew he’d have to tell his friend at some point. He knew spongebob was happy living in the delusion his mind created to cope. But it wasn’t reality. “No.....so it-it was all...real?” Of course the thought has crossed his mind before, but it was impossible. Spongebob would never hurt his friends. “You never should’ve gotten your license....” The line goes dead.
“Hi Patrick! Let’s go jellyfishing!!!!” “Hey Sandy! Time to do some karate!!!” “Hi Mr Kra-“ “SpongeBob me boy, the accident was almost 11 years ago. You need to move on in life. It’s ok.”
Holy shit you scared me I thought you meant the song was an hour long and you were reading comments like I was. I had to check the time to ground myself back to reality
I think these concepts they get from JUST music and pre-knowledge of the actual mood of the show and make into something cool is kinda fascinating man No matter how “good” those little stories or concepts are, it’s cool to see what people can make with so little material bro Absolutely stunning! Keep writing folks; never let that idea go to waste
"Were those kids ready?" the stranger asked. The wind set the hanging children swaying, ropes creaking with the motion. The mournful sea captain replied, "No...but they said 'aye aye captain' all the same."
“Are ye ready kids?” “Can any of us ever truly be ready? Who are we to judge ourselves prepared for the world ahead of us? Who are we to deem ourselves ready for the lifetime of torment and woe that lies before us, to be tread ever onwards without hope, our only destination cold dusty death, and after that, the nothingness from which each of us is an exile?”
“Was it worth it Mr. Squidward?” Mr. Krabs shook his head in disbelief. “Was twenty five dollars a decent trade for the lad’s life?” Squidward turned to face his superior. “I...I didn’t know the pie was a bomb...”
What could have been just another day in Bikini Bottom changed everybody's lives forever... It was Sunday, Squidward's favorite day of the week. As usual, his Sundays are always ruined by Spongebob's antics. One midnight, Squidward lied awake in his bed with his eyes twitching rapidly. Spongebob's laughter echoed throughout his brain until in a second he finally snapped. Squidward sprung out of bed and raced to his closet. Squidward exits his house while carrying a big, burlap sack on his shoulders. Upon entering Spongebob's pineapple, the objects in the sack jiggled as Squidward tried his best to creep quietly up the stairs. He finally reached Spongebob's bedroom, swinging the door open with one of his tentacles, causing it to creak, but nobody woken up from that. Squidward pulled out a pair of ear muffs and put them on Gary while he was asleep. Then he pulled out a large rifle and pointed it to a sleeping Spongebob, but he wanted to hear him suffer so he began cackling maniacally. The oblivious sponge lifted his eyelids only to be faced with a deranged squid who he believed was his friend aiming a rifle to his mouth. His screaming fed Squidward's sadistic appetite. "Why are you doing this!?" Spongebob asked in tears, "I thought you were my friend!" Squidward scoffed, "Well, I'm not! And I never will be! In fact, I always wanted to say this to you since the day we met: Goodbye!" Spongebob wailed for mercy, but not a second passed before Squidward pulled the trigger. The next morning, Squidward exited his house in a wonderful mood. On his way to work, he heard Gary howling from the pineapple. He shrugged it off and went on with his day. 2 minutes later, Sandy walked by and instantly took action when she heard Gary from upstairs. She busted down the door after failed attempts to open it and ran to Spongebob's bedroom. "Gary! What's wrong?" Sandy asked fearfully. Gary pointed one of his teary eye stalks towards his former owner's bed. Sandy pulled the covers off only to find yellow chunks of sponge soaked in a pool of blood. Horrified by this, she picked up Gary and headed over to Patrick's rock. Upon hearing the news, Patrick broke down into tears, hugging Sandy and Gary together. Meanwhile at the Krusty Krab, Mr. krabs was panicking in his office as to why Spongebob was late for work. Squidward was in the main room, sitting at his post and deviously grinning. All of a sudden, Sandy, Patrick, and Gary busted through the doors, announcing Spongebob's murder. Sandy advised the customers to go home and shelter themselves until the killer was found. Mr. Krabs popped out of his office after the word was spread and offered to help the group hunt the killer down. Later in the evening, Perch Perkins reported Spongebob's demise as the top story on the news. Even the weapons that were used were featured. Squidward quickly shut his TV off with a remote. He thought to himself for a moment, worrying if his tactics will ever be discovered. He soon brushed it off and went to bed, but there was a knock on the door. It was Spongebob's parents. Margaret's eyes streamed a waterfall while Harold shakily handed Squidward a small, cardboard box. Squidward was left confused as to what was inside. He went to his room, sat on his bed, and opened the box. His eyes almost watered when gazing upon a drawing of him and Spongebob playing leap-frog. Squidward aggressively shut the box and went on with his night. It's been 6 months. Sandy adopted Gary and let him live in her tree dome. Patrick took Spongebob's place at the Krusty Krab to honor him, but didn't have much fun with his workdays as Spongebob did. Everyone in Bikini Bottom was deemed a suspect. Some were falsely accused. Some were forcefully thrown into solitary confinement. Ever since Squidward received Spongebob's drawing, he slowly descended into complete guilt. He tried for so long to keep his mouth shut, but he finally snapped again. Hours later, Perch Perkins gave the breaking news. "It's been 6 months since the murder of Spongebob Squarepants and we still haven't found the-" Squidward, now with piercing red eyes busted into the news studio and swiped Perch's microphone from his grasp. "It was me!" Squidward admitted in tears, "I did it! I am Spongebob's killer! I can't take it anymore! Just arrest me already!" 1 month later, Squidward appeared in court. All angry eyes targeted him like daggers. After Squidward pleaded guilty, all of Spongebob's loved ones took turns shouting awful things to him. Patrick: "I can't believe I thought you were my friend!" Sandy: "You lying, thieving, scumbag!" Gary: *Hisses* Margaret: *Crying while shouting* "I hope you rot in jail forever for killing my son! Harold: "You're a menace!" Squidward apologizes to everyone, not expecting forgiveness. He spent the rest of his life wearing a straight jacket in solitary confinement, and every day he regretted what he did. He eventually died due to old age.
The whole town panics and screams at the alarms, echoing and blaring through Bikini Atoll. Able. Able... Able. The message that no fish could decode. None, but one. However, it's already too late.. A faint whistle starts to get louder and louder as it descends and marks its X in the heart of the fishy province. Parents hug their fry, their baby fish, in a futile attempt of protection.. **Molecule by molecule.. atom by atom... boom.** Wasteland. Something out of a dystopia.. how strange. The sea appears to have a tinted colour of green.. in a flash, the fish, still in position, had suffered but only a few seconds of really extreme pain. The scales had been burned off, their skeletons had disintegrated.. the only things that remain are the outlines of fish burned upon scatters of debris and rubble. One fish, ill, totally, had hardly survived the blast. His beard barely copes as his jaw droops, and hangs off his face by a thread, blood pouring from the crater in his mouth. His green skin had become patchy, most of it molten, bleeding and bursting due to the explosion. He had lost his clothes, his left leg, left arm. He can't even stand up straight, nevermind walking. But the alarm repeats again. **READY FOR OPERATION: BAKER!** And, that faint whistle, it comes back, now even louder than before. His ears are ringing, his eyes are bloody and blinded, and all he can think about are the memories, where life was not so grieving. And at one final attempt, of talking some sense, Old Man Jenkins, who can barely even scream for help, he simply gives up. Barely distinguishable, he mumbles his last words, this towns last words... **"Betsy... I have failed you.. Old Man Jenkins."** boom.
"it's been 5 years since the oil revolution. those humans dumped all the oil into the waters as a sign of liberation. have they lost their minds? have the gods finally abandoned us?" "the waters are near impossible to see in. the fish of what used to be bikini bottom have degenerated to their primal forms just to survive."
“I need a sailor’s promise! Repeat after me! Yo ho yo ho! Near the hooks I’ll never go!” “Yo ho yo ho! Near the hooks we’ll never go!” Their voices echoed through his mind again. He couldn’t remember their voices as keenly as he used to. It’s been 5 years now, but some things just eat away at you sometimes. He warned them, that’s all he could have done. All anyone could have done. “I’m sorry me boys...”
Bad Ending: All of SpongeBob's antics catches up with him. The Krusty Krab is sued into oblivion and shutters its doors, Mr Krabs becomes a reclusive crustacean who stays in his shell all the time, Squidward moves back to Squidville, and Patrick becomes an alcoholic
When Plankton gets the formula When Pearl finds her real dad When Patrick gets stuck under his Rock When sandy floats to surface unresponsive When Gary's eyes roll off When bubble buddy pops When Squidward chokes on a clarinet When doodle Bob is found inside of SpongeBobs pineapple
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Sounds like some kind of Netflix series where Spongebob is a detective investigating a string of murders in bikini bottom and throughout the series they uncover a dark truth.
"SpongeBob..." "Is..." "Is it you?" Dipstick says, not knowing those would be his final words... "I'm ready..." "I'm ready..." "I'm ready..." "I'M READY!" SpongeBob rips Dipstick in half and devours his soul, in two weeks, the police locate the deranged sponge, and shoots him dead as he attempted to assault officer Jefferson
everyone's at the table, Squiddy, Cheeks, Pat, Krabs and of course spongebob. "its.. the best.. day ever" spongebob says as he finished sewing the last arm back onto mr. krabs. "I'm so.. happy you're all here. it's been too long, ha..ha.." silence. "I'm sorry, I'm not a great cook... it looks like you guys barely touched your food." month old, decaying patties and toppings lie eveywhere. surgical instruments strawn on the floor and fish parts scale the walls upon meat hooks. spongebobs been blind to the sight of his long gone rotting husks of friends possibly being dead, afterall hes never experienced death before. "I hope you guys want to talk to me tomorrow, goodnight friends.. and squidward."
The truth was, many people were and could be Dirty Dan. And whether Patrick knew what he was doing or not, he truly had just become the Dirtiest of all Dans.....
"So Mr. Bob, I see you haven't been taking your meds again." the psychiatrist said to his usual patient, right after two bodyguards left the room. The delusional man they had just brought in was strapped to a stretcher with multiple harnesses, restraining the man from leaving. The man appeared to be in his 20's wearing a yellow shirt, and brown trousers. The disappointed therapist then looked at the man with contempt before saying, "Bob you've got to stop doing this! You're not a sea sponge, you don’t live in a pineapple, there's no Bikini Bottom, and there isn't a Krusty Krab!”
"I'm... not ready" Spongebob said, looking at the stale bowl of snail food sitting on the floor of his bedroom, knowing full well that one of his best friends isn't coming back. He knows that he wouldn't be around all his life, he couldn't help but quietly sob while looking at the bowl. He knew of the potential risk if he left him with that damned pink starfish, but he was just too trusting...
“Some guys have all the luck. I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.”
"Wow," SpongeBob says, closing RU-vid. "That was a weird video. Good thing that none of this is real and that I have a therapist to help me recover from the hellscape that is my own song in minor key."
Ten years had passed, and Karen knew that they had gone too far. Plankton didn’t think so. Karen didn’t know the man that she had married, because her husband had lost his mind. When SpongeBob and Patrick never returned from Shell City--either they had died along the way in an accident, been eaten by something, or Dennis had succeeded in killing them--Mr. Krabs had been executed by King Neptune without a hitch. Then, in order to establish control over his greatest threat, Plankton had dropped his bucket helmet onto King Neptune and instructed him to kill his daughter, Mindy. Plankton hadn’t stopped there. He truly had wanted to conquer the entire ocean, and with a deity on his side, who could stop him? With Neptune’s trident on their side, they had conquered the entire ocean within less than a month. There wasn’t a soul in the ocean that Karen knew of who hadn’t been forced to wear a bucket helmet. The entire ocean had been enslaved. Karen and Sheldon were the only creatures in civilization who weren’t mind controlled zombies. It had been fun, almost. She could ignore the fact that by siding with her husband she was betraying her friends. Sandy. Mrs. Puff. Pearl. All forced to wear the helmets. But, well, she and Plankton won. So maybe, maybe she could just ignore it all. Until the slaves started dying. Because there weren't enough resources to go around for them all with the Planktons taking their share to build monuments of Sheldon and taking whatever food he wanted. So the slaves started dying of exhaustion. It became clear that not all of them could survive on the unevenly divided resources. All the helmets were built in with an instant kill switch, just in case. So each day, Karen would log into her database connected to the network of helmets and activate the kill switches for hundreds of the victims. Killing them at random. The ocean was a wasteland. Sheldon had lost his humanity and anything that gave reason to his actions. He sat on his throne, and some days he rambled to her about Plan Z and how it had been a smashing success and how he'd shown everyone. Other days he'd just stare out at the apocalypse he'd created, idly commenting on various aspects of his kingdom. Sometimes he'd brutally kill or torture people. Not that they reacted to anything. Plankton would sometimes try to get a reaction out of them, but of course it didn't work. They just continued on with their menial task, regardless of what was happening to them. Merely droning, "All hail Plankton." "All hail Plankton." She'd brought up just letting everyone go, but he'd shut her down. "Are you kidding? They'd just kill us both if we let them go." One day, she knew that she'd had enough. They'd destroyed the ocean. It had to stop. And so while Plankton was sleeping one night, she quietly brandished her laser gun and vaporized him. And like that, the tyrant of the seas was gone. She freed everyone immediately, and ran outside to see the remaining survivors. And realized, with horror, that they weren't acting confused, like they didn't know where they were. Their minds were utterly shattered. Some were sobbing, shaking on the ground. Some were staring aimlessly into the horizon. But some, when she stepped out, attacked her, screaming, "It's you! You enslaved us! You watched him kill us!" And she realized…..they remembered. They remembered everything. All the years of their torment. The years watching their friends be killed. The helmets kept them aware. This cruelty….this was horrible. They'd been living, screaming yet trapped in their minds, for a Neptune -forsaken decade. And so when they attacked her, screaming at her, sobbing, she didn't fight back. She could have vaporized them. But she couldn't. This cruelty they'd imposed on them had to be remedied. They grabbed anything they could and beat her, bashing all her computer parts. But she deserved it because the Planktons had ruined the ocean. And citizens of the oceans would have their revenge.
"are ya ready kids?" The lone pirate called out to a silent audience. "I can't hear you!" Part of him knew they would never answer. He tried to hold his trademark toothy grin, but couldn't help feeling it falter.. "I can't hear you!" He said again, a little louder. But it was no use. The bombs had destroyed everything... Those that survived only lived for so long, living in a wasting existence. Patchy was one of the 'lucky' ones: he was far enough away from the blast that he only suffered burns. All he could think of was his beloved children, how they would smile as they sang the old song. But now... This act was the only thing keeping his sanity, even though he knew nothing would change. But today, it was too much. "I can't hear you." He tried one last time to get their dead mouths to say something. Anything... He slumps to the ground, unable to hold back the tears:"I can't hear you..."
F is for fire that burns down the whole town U is for uranium bombs N is for no survivors Btw i know someone else said it first but I felt it belongs on this comment
with the secret formuler stolen and his restaurant in shambles, mr krabs had no choice but to turn to the streets of bikini bottom and a desperate life of prostitution. A blue, familiar fish pulls up in a boat mobile in a dark alley way. Hey mr krabs! Workin' tonight. how bout' one of those big meaty claw jobs?
Every day. Every single day, Squidward was forced to listen to Spongebob's constant laughing outside of his house. If it wasn't bad enough, he even had to work with the yellow twerp. It wasn't just Spongebob either, but his annoying friend Patrick, and his old cheapskate boss, Mr. Krabs. And then there were the idiot citizens of bikini bottom. He would wish that he never had to see any of them again, but of course no matter how many times he tried to quit, or move to a different town, he always ended up exactly where he started. He woke up on a Sunday morning in a horrible mood, fully knowing the nonsense he'd have to put up with. However, nothing seemed to happen. It seemed that on that day, Spongebob and Patrick were behaving like normal neighbors. Squidward was overjoyed that he could finally take a break, and sat down on his couch, turned on the TV, and sipped a cup of tea. He got up for work with a bit more energy the next day, as the previous day was the first time he was able to relax in a long time. Because of it, he was wrapped up in his own head while walking to work, oblivious of what was going on around him. When he arrived, he noticed the place was empty. "Spongebob..? Mr. Krabs..?" There was no way that Mr. Krabs closed the restaurant for the day, that old cheapskate would never do that. The sign did say closed, so it seemed as if no one had even arrived. As Squidward walked out of the restaurant, he noticed the civilians walking around. Many of them looked horrible, and some were even crying. The rest of them just looked shocked. Squidward probably hadn't seen them earlier because he was day dreaming. He hurried back to his block, and knocked on Spongebob's door. When no one answered, he forced his way inside. The lights were all off, and in the corner of the living room, he saw a figure. Looking closely, he realized it was Gary. Gary moved forward, and when he came into view, Squidward saw a snail that looked like it was in agony. Gary was obviously starving. Squidward quickly gave him some food and water, and rushed over to Patrick's house, where he found no one at all. Was this all happening because of his constant wishes to never have to see any of them again? He never really thought about how he'd react if it all came true. He was starting to get extremely concerned, and rushed over to Mr. Krabs' house, where he could hear loud sobbing coming from inside. He hesitated, and then knocked on the door. After about a minute, the door opened slowly. Pearl was standing there with bloodshot eyes. "Pearl... what happened to Mr. Krabs?" Pearl took a deep breath. "Yesterday morning, I heard my dad trying to talk to his money downstairs, and I went down to ask him for my allowance... but when I got down, all I saw was a cloud of dust, and his money sitting on a table." "There was a cloud of dust? What's going on?" "I don't know... but it's everywhere. No one's heard from Spongebob, Patrick, Sandy, and so... so many... so..." Pearl started breathing heavily, and then started gasping for air. This had to be a panic attack, and Squidward called an ambulance to take her. After they had gone, he hurried into town to talk to the other fish. They looked the same as before, either horrified, depressed, or shocked. He saw many kids walking by themselves, and saw one sitting next to a building. "Hey kid... what's wrong?" "My mom... and my dad... they just... they" Squidward patted his head, and told him to take his time, but as calm as he tried to be, Squidward was absolutely terrified. "I was walking with my mom and dad to go to a breakfast restaurant... when... they just turned to dust. And not just them. A lot of people around me... they just turned to dust. Squidward noticed how the streets were a lot less crowded, and got up to continue walking around. As he walked, he saw the sign with the bikini bottom population on it. There were two workers erasing what was written on the sign, and writing something new. As squidward watched them write the new population, he realized that it was about half as much as before. Shaking, he spent the rest of the day talking to the fish, and getting the same information the kid gave him. All of these people... were just gone. He returned to his quiet home, and didn't fall asleep that night. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. No one knew how any of this happened, but this was the new normal, and bikini bottom had to cope with it. Half of all the people in the town no longer existed. Squidward sat every day in his living room, wondering if he never wished to stop seeing them, would any of this have even happened? He went into a deep depression, just wishing he could at least see Spongebob again. To finally hear his laugh again. The years went by, five years to be exact, and then, out of nowhere, when no one was expecting it... something happened as quickly as the snap of the fingers.
