Sandy the Mersquirrel

[angel624]

A story like this isn't like the sort of thing most people would think of when they heard the word 'mermaid.' Normally, they would think of some happy-go-lucky fish-human princess as she sings about how wonderful life is and how much love exists in the world.

Screw that.

I was a mermaid myself for about three days, and let me tell you, I dang near gave up on love for awhile during that experience. If it wasn't for a certain guy, I doubt I would've survived; physically or emotionally. Needless to say, it didn't make life seem so wonderful, either; it made me realize that evil still exists even here, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, where land critters would've been narked or crushed thousands of miles and several hours before, where sea critters are more like us than we could ever suspect.

This entry in my dive log doesn't exactly count as a dive, per se; but it should still be written down. There are too many life lessons gleaned from it for me to keep to myself. I just hope that whoever reads this will take note of its messages.

That said, I should warn you, dear readers; this ain't a pretty story. Like I mentioned, it gets pretty dark sometimes. There is death and danger and blood; and I'm not a squirrel who would hold back. So, I warn you, some parts of the tale will be frightening. Some parts will be gory. And, unless you can handle it, you will have to look away.

But, don't worry; some good does shine through, like all stories of good and evil. Because, even though I mentioned that love hardly flows through this tale, it does exist. And it does show up, and continues to this day.

And to think, this whole life-changing experince started so simply: with a dream...

Based on Felidae, the book by Akif Pirincci. Just a little story I've had in my mind for quite some time, cuz SpongeBob (the show) can get fairly dark at times...*remembers when Mr. Krabs sold his soul to SpongeBob*[/u]

[howsimplylovely]

=B

ooooo....

[angel624]

Yeah, I'm a big Felidae geek...and, also, since I'm starting tank-diving next week (in a tank with two ten-foot nurse sharks, at that!), I'll be adding a lot of SCUBA-diving stuff, like bends and narking and stuff like that...even though mermaids probably don't get that sort of thing...

It started off as the best dream I'd ever had, and ended up as one of the worst. As it began, I was aware of the fact that I didn't have my suit on. This was because I was now a sea critter; my legs and bushy tail were gone, and instead my bottom-half was an iridescent purple fish tail, its scales glittering with light of its own. The fur on my head now tumbled down to my waist, covering my back and chest. It was quite fortuante that this mane covered me up, because I did not have my swimsuit top on, either. I was a bonafide mersquirrel.

The second thing I realized was that I sat by the window at SpongeBob's pineapple house, gazing at the underwater night sky. The lights in SpongeBob's house were turned off; only the full moon provided light for me to see. I heard a familar voice behind me say, "Oh, hey, Sandy!" I turned around, and sure enough, there stood SpongeBob, his bright blue eyes shining and his hands carrying a boquet.

Although his expression read pure bliss, his voice betrayed his confusion. "I thought we were meeting at your house?" he muttered. Of course, he did not find it unusual that I was now a mersquirrel; that's how dreams go.

I didn't say a word, but simply floated up from my perch on the windowseat. My body, flexible as an eel, gently, almost -- dare I say it? -- seductively drifted towards the sponge. I placed a hand on either side of his face and did something I had never been able to do in a diving suit: I pressed his lips to mine. They were soft, like I had always imagined. Also, he didn't press back; he probably has no idea what to do now, I thought.

But his lips changed. They were no longer soft and spongy; they grew hard, like granite. In suprise, I jerked back; my spone had turned into a grinning, flower-holding concrete statue. I gasped; how could this have happened?

A bright light appeared, as though someone had thrown a switch. It was a spotlight that was directly above my sponge. Curiosity persyaded me to swim towards it, to see if it had anything to do with SpongeBob's transformation. Slowly, cautiously, I swam towards it, up and up and up...

...until I was nowhere. At least, it seemed like nowhere to me. It was a large white room, but not a room. It was just a large and white expanse. There was no water here; I now sat on what my mind told me was the floor but my eyes told me was nothing, my tail twitching nervously behind me, my hair plastered against my body. Behind me was a door frame, the only thing the stood out in this place.

I found my voice. "H-h-h-hello?" I called out; my voice just echoed back to me. "Are you there?" I added; I didn't know who I was asking for, just that I was asking for someone.

There was a crash, and I whirled around. Through the doorway, I could see SpongeBob StatuePants smiling at me, the arm carrying the boquet broken off and crumbling at his feet. Suddenly, the rest of him broke into dust; a gust of wind (though I felt none) blew what was left of him away, along with the doorframe. Now it was just me.

I wasn't alone for long. My shadow seemed to stretch along the white until it stood on two legs and began to take human form. It seemed to me to be a man in his fifties, dressed on a white lab coat, his back turned to me. But when he turned around, I realized that he had no face; simply a black shadow was where it should have been. I tried to scream in fright, but my voice wouldn't make the sound.

When the man spoke, it was such a pleasant sound that I forgot all of my fear. He approached me, whispering, "Hello, young ocean dweller! Here; I have this for you!" He presented me with a diamond-encrusted cat collar. It's beauty was hypnotic, and I was more than willing to let him attach it to my neck.

When the faceless scientist stepped back to examine me, the collar began to change. It grew tight around my neck, coming close to choking me, and turned into a stainless steel choker. A chain erupted from it -- it felt as though it had come from my neck itself -- and grew longer and longer until it sat in the scientist's hands. At this point, it seemed as though blood was dripping into the white, leaving a scene in its wake: the setting of a doctor's office, its walls covered with mold, blood, and dirt. I paid no further attention to my new settings, however, because the man was pulling his arms back as though to rip my head off with the chain.

I tried to escape, but because I had only the use of my arms I couldn't go far. The faceless scientist snapped his arm, using the chain as a whip. The chain dragged me by my neck towards the ceiling, crashing my head into it with enough force to cause my skull to bleed. I hit the floor with a crash and felt the man dragging the chain -- and me -- towards him.

Sandy!

I heard a voice calling my name in the distance, but I paid it no heed. I grabbed at the floorboards, trying to stay as far away from the scientist as I could. My claws sank into a plank of wood, but it was torn up along with me.

Sandy!

I wrapped my arms and tail around the wooden board, trying to avoid looking at the faceless man...

Sandy!

...the man's head filled my vision, now glowing with two bright eyes. Good Lord, those eyes! It was as though hell itself was captured in that piercing gaze, digging into my brain, killing me, somebody help me, please!

SANDY!

That was when I tumbled out of my bed, wide awake, covered with sweat, and shivering from fright.

[Muffin]

OMG IT'S AWESOME!! Was that it, or...? XD Hopefully it's not. Great job!! ^^

*teh karma!!* <3

[howsimplylovely]

wow! I feel so bad for dream Spongebob. Poor bey-bey.

[angel624]

@ Muffin: No, there's more coming. Lot's more.

@ howsimplylovely: I know!

@ everyone: this story takes place in a different timeline that Welcome to Texas. Plus, I'm listening to a song that remind me of Spandyness a lot...it's called "Sticking With You" by Addison Road.[/u]

I lay on the floor, trying to calm myself down, when I realized that someone was still calling my name. That someone, I recognized, was SpongeBob

"Sandy!" he shouted, "Can I come in? I gotta tell you something!" He continued repeating this statement over and over and over again, until I dang near ripped the intercom out of the wall.

I sighed. For a cute little sea critter, he sure could be annoying. I jumped up and threw on a robe; I'd change later. I scampered downstairs, across the lawn, grabbed the door handle and flung it open. SpongeBob grinned at me through his water helmet.

"What?!" I snapped through gritted teeth. I should mention that I'm not a morning person.

SpongeBob waved at me. "Good morning!"

I glared at him. "Please tell me that's not the only reason you woke me up."

SpongeBob shook his head. "Nope! I was just walking to work, and I noticed that someone had left a package for you." He handed me the cardboard box; how cardboard works underwater, I'm still running tests to find out. "I figured I'd let you know and tell ya 'hi.'"

I took the box and frowned at it. There was no return address, but my address was there. It made me feel a bit suspicious; I wonder if I'd been better off listening to my instincts.

I could feel SpongeBob's bright blue eyes gazing at me. "You ok?" he asked, sounding very concerned.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, brushing him off a bit, "I just had a nightmare. It was really intense."

SpongeBob reaching out and placed a comforting hand on my bicep. "You wanna talk about it?"

I looked up at him. To be honest, talking about that nightmare was the last thing I wanted to do, especially with the guy I had kissed in said dream. "Don't you have to go to work?"

SpongeBob held our gaze for a couple of seconds longer, then averted his eyes to look at a blade of grass. "Oh, uh, yeah, I do..." he muttered, "...uh, I guess I'll be going. Uh, yeah...call me if you change your mind...or something..." With that, he stepped out, closing the door behind him.

For all his annoying qualities and lack of physique, SpongeBob is the nicest guy a girl could ever meet. He's never pushy, begging for sex or whatever; not even sure if he knows what 'sex' is. He's willing to put his own safety at risk to do the sorts of things I like to do, even though I know he hates and/or is scared of most of those things.

Not only that, but his eyes...a girl could get lost in those sapphires if she weren't careful...I knew, cuz I'd nearly lost myself a couple times...

But enough of that; my attention returned to the box. Everything inside me told me to get rid of that box, except for a tiny little whisper that purred, Oh, what's the harm? Aren't you dying to know what's in there?

And, wouldn't you know it? I listened to that whisper. Of course.

Using a claw, I tore the tape that sealed the box shut. Steeling myself for a suprise, or worse a piece of equipment that would put me out of business, or better a gift from a secret admirer (have I ever mentioned I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic?). Now, at this point, I'm sure you, dear reader, are also dying to know what the heck was in that mysterious box, so I'll just cut to the chase:

The box was empty.

"Wha?!" you may be thinking. That's exactly what I said when I realized it was empty. I could smell a bit of clean air, like what a clean oxygen SCUBA tank should smell like, but other than that the box was empty. I shook it and tipped it over my head to see if anything would fall out, but no dice.

"Well, ain't that a nice trick?!" I muttered, angered at this unecesarry waste of time. I marched inside, threw the box away, and went upstairs to do the normal things a person does in the morning, as well as change into my swimsuit and diving suit.

Needless to say, it seemed like a normal morning except for the nightmare and the box. But it wasn't. Because I learned later that there wasn't nothing in the box. There was a virus in there that I had inhaled in great quantity. What that virus did to me, you'll soon find out. But, for now, I'll leave you guess; I can smell something burning in the kitchen, so I should go take care of that before I continue.

[howsimplylovely]

Those darn saphires...he's so adorable.

I LOVE how you paint Sandy as a hopeless romantic! I can totally relate. And I think you also did that in Welcome to Texas, and I loved how Sandy was saving stuff for her husband and ...stuff. I liked Sandy before...but , now, to me that's who she is, and I like her better! =]

[angel624]

Yeah, when I was rereardin WtT, I kinda winced. I always pictured Sandy as a little bit of a hopleless romantic, not as much as I implied in that story...

Next chappie coming soon, but right now I'm getting ready for church and stuff...

[angel624]

DOUBLE POST!!!

My four-year-old cousin Melanie says "Hi," even though she doesn't like SpongeBob

My diving suit didn't quite work like a normal SCUBA suit. In a normal SCUBA suit, there would be no way I could survive down here. A normal SCUBA suit wouldn't have been able to protect my body from the crushing water pressure found at the bottom of the ocean. But my specially-designed diving suit, with it's helmet and white jumpsuit a few inches away from my body, could contract under the pressure to its heart's content and not affect my body at all.

Also, my suit protected me from the expericence of being narked. Nitrogen narcosis (the long name for narked) happens to all divers when they go down too deep. Narked is -- and here I speak from experience -- a lot like the feeling that you've drunk too much beer. My suit, through strange engineering that even I still don't understand, completely prevented this and kept my mind clear.

Now that you know how my suit works, you may understand why I was so confused when my vision began to blur.

I was out for my normal morning walk when I noticed this. I quickly checked all of the stats on my suit; it was all working like normal. But then, I realized that my ankles were starting to feel sore; this I guessed was because of the karate spar I'd had with SpongeBob the other day. I tried to keep walking, but the soreness began to travel up my legs and into my hips.

Then my head exploded with pain.

I wasn't aware of falling down, but I was aware of the fact that I was rolling on my back, trying my best not to scream and looking around for help. I realized I was trapped in the oldest cliche in the book: I had fallen and I couldn't get up.

I heard a rip: my suit was tearing! I fumbled around in my pockets for my alternate air source, but my head was way too clouded by the pain to locate it. I could feel my legs on fire, fusing together...

Wait: fusing together?

Then, just as abruptly as it started, the pain went away. I glanced down at my suit to see how damaged it was.

All I could see among the shredded ruins of the bottom half of my suit was the tail of a mermaid. My tail.

I lifted it up to get a better look at it. It was nothing like the tail from my nightmare; it was brown, the same color has my fur, with tan fins. I could feel myself grinning, partially because I was fascinated at the change, mainly because I couldn't believe it.

A part of me began to wonder if I could now breathe underwater, and of course I had to experiment for myself. I slid out of the ruined suit -- thankfully I had dozens more just like it at home -- and removed the helmet. After locating my alternate air source, just in case it didn't work, I took a deep breath. The water rushed into my lungs, but I didn't drown. It was as though there were gills deep inside me; the water went down, the oxygen stayed in my lungs, and the oxygen-less water went out of my mouth.

I had changed from a land critter into a sea critter! And, boy howdy, was I happy!

I swam up a bit to test the strength of this new body. It was like a strange cross between a dolphin and an eel; it was a powerful tail, yet it slid through the water smoothly. I barely had to flick my tail to move myself forward; I could only imagine how fast I'd swim if I used all of my might!

I laughed at the sheer greatness of it all. Then, out of some strange instinct, I removed the flower from my helmet and placed it behind my right ear. Then, with another joyful whoop, I swam away to the first person I wanted to show my new body to: SpongeBob.

[howsimplylovely]

*Love*

[angel624]

OMG, is Angel actually continuing her story?! WOWZA!!! XD

Anyhoo, since I'm here, I'm wanting to write a story based on an epic Spandy dream I had last night, but it would be...well...a love-making story. So, if you're reading this, I just wanna know; would it be okay if I posted it on this site? Or would you rather I didn't? Please lemme know![/i]

I could still remember the first time I swam with dolphins. I was fourteen years old, working at a summer camp at SeaWorld. It was time for us to sleep, but I was far too excited to shut my eyes. I decided I was going to walk around the empty park, so I did. I crept out, unseen and unheard by the chaperones, and walked into the still night.

When I neared the dolphin pool, I stopped and leaned against the edge of it. One of the majestic creatures nuzzled my hand and gazed at me, asking with her eyes to join her. So, after removing my clothes, I did. I was amazed at how still her body was as she flew through the water, carrying me with her.

My new body, although powerful, was not yet as graceful as that dolphin.

I felt awkward with my tail at first, simply because I was still used to having two legs. I would propel myself forward too fast and crash into a coral formation, or I wouldn't go fast enough and find myself sinking until my belly scraped the ground. It took some practicing, but within a few minutes I was able to swim somewhat efficiently to the Krusty Krab.

I spied my yellow sponge taking out the trash. I bit my lip in excitement; I could only imagine just how happy he'd be to see me! "Hey, Spongey!" I shouted.

SpongeBob was reaching the sack towards the dumpster when I called. He turned around, giving me a wave and a big grin. "Hi, Sand--"

He dropped the trash sack in surprise when he realized I had changed.

And, I'll freely admit it...I giggled like a schoolgirl when I saw his expression (shocked, yet delighted). I swam over towards him. "It's okay, SpongeBob!" I reassured him; I doubt it worked, considering that he was staring at a sea critter who had previously been a land critter. "It's me, Sandy Cheeks!"

The noises SpongeBob made next were unusual, even for him. "Keh..." he muttered. "Fee..." he muttered. "Vzx..." he muttered.

I interpeted his mutterings as to mean, "Wow, Sandy, how did this happen? How in the world did you turn into a mersquirrel? This is impossible!"

I went on ahead and answered what I thought he was asking. "I don't really know how this happened! I was just out walkin', and BOOM! I was a mersquirrel!"

"Jui..." he muttered. "Qwerty..." he muttered. "Youlookreallypretty..." he muttered.

I smiled. "Thanks."

Then I realized that he had called me 'pretty.' "Wait, what?" I gasped.

SpongeBob chuckled nervously. "Oh, uh, I, uh..." he stammered, "...I just...you know, never really get to see you without your helmet that much, and when I do see you without your helmet, I'm wearing one, and uh, I'm just not used to seeing you without your helmet, or with a fish tail, so it just slipped out, I didn't mean it, no wait, I did mean it, I mean, uh..."

Then SpongeBob, blushing madly, darted into the Krusty Krab.

I bit my lip, trying to keep from laughing at the poor, shy sponge.

That was when I heard a car start, and the radio began to speak. "Alyssa Sawfish, a local college student, wound up missing today. She was kidnapped from the college parking lot on her way to her car. Her kidnappers were in a red boat with black flames painted on the sides. If you see this car, or Alyssa Sawfish, please report to your local police station immediately. Alyssa Sawfish's description is--"

I didn't hear the rest of the newscast, because the car drove away. Poor girl, I thought, I never thought there'd be kidnappers here in Bikini Bottom. I'd better keep an eye out for that car.

That car would soon become part of my problems, albiet the least of them.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, yes, I did get in trouble for sneaking out and skinny dipping with the dolphin at SeaWorld camp.

[Muffin]

I've had enough skinny dipping crap at the many sleepovers I've had... And yes, I'm okay with you posting the rest XD

[Muffin]

NO. THIS STORY DIED. As well as that other story Angel was talking about. Sigh~