Gone 2

[Erin]

Aww poor Sandy! SOOO Sad! Please update soon!

[ukulady]

My boyfriend's been helping me so another chapter might come soon.

[ukulady]

Chapter 6: Squidward
The night air was shattered by a bizarre sound. It vaguely resembled music from a wind instrument. In this case, it was. Squidward was busy practicing with his clarinet, though it didn't appear it was doing him any good. His playing was awful. It was awful before, but now it sounded much worse than a sad and dying animal.
Squidward didn't seem to notice, as he continued to play.
He kept playing until something impacted his window. It was a rotten tomato. Squidward growled, walked to his tomato splattered window, opened it and stuck his head out. Another tomato screamed in and splat right on his face. “Hey!” Squidward shouted. “What’s the big idea?” “You stink!” The person who threw the tomato roared.
Squidward growled and grabbed an orange from his fridge. He went back to his window and hurled the orange at the one who threw the tomato. It missed. “Drat!” he shouted. Then another tomato came flying at Squidward and hit him smack dab in the middle of his forehead. “Gah!” he shouted. He closed his window and wiped the tomato residue off of his face.
“My playing has taken such nosedive." said Squidward. "What's going on?" He sighed. “At least Spongebob’s not here to ruin my genius.” Squidward said.
Squidward felt an odd feeling in his gut when he said that. He tried to play his clarinet again, but his playing was awful. Even he had to admit it. He angrily threw the instrument down and yelled. "What's gotten into me?" He wondered. “This has been going on since Spongedork Loserpants left.” he said. He felt something welling up in his stomach. “What the?" he wondered at the sudden feeling. Squidward sighed and decided to do some painting instead. He pulled out some paint and an easel and set them up in his living room. He dabbed some paint on a pallet and set to work. “What to paint tonight?” he asked himself.
He decided to just let his muse decide itself and selected a color. He dabbed the brush into the paint and began to paint on the canvas. The color Squidward chose was a bright yellow. "Hmm." He thought as he was working. “Let's see how this turns out.” he painted and painted, eventually choosing white and brown and red. He kept painting for what seemed like hours. Squidward then chose a light blue. He carefully painted out the details of his developing picture. As he painted, a wave of sadness and guilt came over him. He tried to shake it off, but it was nearly impossible. He almost made some mistakes as he was painting. “Gah.” Squidward said as he accidentally put some blue where yellow should be. He waited for it to dry some more and then painted over it. He kept painting until the picture was finished. He took a step back to admire his work, and gasped at what he saw. The picture he had painted was a portrait of Spongebob himself. This did give Squidward a scare. But what scared him the most was the expression he had painted on Spongebob.
The portrait, rather than being one of a happy Spongebob with his ridiculous grin, was one that bore an expression of broken heartedness. Similar to that picture Squidward had taken during their first Christmas.
His eyes had swollen to enormous proportions, his brows were furrowed as one about to cry would have them. From one eye, a teardrop leaked out and threatened to fall to the sandy bottom. His long nose drooped down over his chest. Squidward just stared at his painting for what seemed like forever.
“What the?“ he said to himself. He could hardly believe what had just come from his paintbrush. It was as though and invisible hand had guided it. “Get a grip Squidward.” he said to himself. “Remember life is much better without that annoying Squarepants.” But somehow, the feeling that he had done something terrible just didn't seem to want to leave.
Squidward decided to fix himself a hot meal. That always helped him relax and forget his troubles. He wend down into his kitchen and looked at some of his recipes. He soon spotted a recipe for a gourmet burger. He smiled. “One of my favorites.”
Squidward gathered the ingredients; some romaine lettuce, black angus cow shark beef, Swiss cheese, tomato, bacon, and the most unusual ingredient of them all, some onion rings. He pulled an electric griddle out of his cupboard and plugged it in so he could heat the patties. He then began to chop and slice the vegetables. Squidward hummed a tune as he did so. Soon, the griddle was heated enough to cook the patties. He took one out and slapped it on the griddle. The aroma of the cooking meat made him think of something. Something familiar.

His mind's eye took him back to the cash register at the Krusty Krab. He saw Mr. Krabs, pacing around, anxious to hear the sound of money being put into the register. “Order up.” he heard a familiar voice say. Squidward then saw Spongebob come out of the kitchen with some Krabby Patties. “Order up!” He repeated, Squidward was frozen in place. “Spongebob?” he said to himself. "What's wrong?" Spongebob asked. Mr. Krabs rolled his eyes.
“Yes, it's Spongebob.” he said. “Now get back to work!” “Aye aye captain!” Spongebob exclaimed. Squidward began taking money from customers. He opened the cash register, before noticing a hooded figure standing in line. He kept taking orders and money until the hooded figure came up to the register. “May I take your…” he began, before a leering face burst from underneath the hood yelling “Surprise!” Squidward was startled when he saw that it was Red himself next in line. “What are you doing here!?” Squidward asked. "I'm hungry." Red said with a wicked looking grin. "What do you want?" Squidward asked. “Don’t worry.” said Spongebob in a sweet voice. “I know exactly what he wants.”
Squidward was confused. “Uh, Spongebob.” he said. “What's going on?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Red asked. Spongebob’s face soon started to become angry yet the emotion in his eyes expressed pain and sorrow. "Don't you remember that old rule?" He asked in an angry, hurt voice. "Do to others only what you would want them to do to you?" He asked. “Huh?” Squidward asked. “And you said I’m an idiot.” said Spongebob. “What?” Squidward asked again. “It’s the Golden Rule Squidster.” said Red. “Treat other the way you want to be treated.”
"You hated me!" Spongebob shouted. "What did I ever do to you to deserve that kind of treatment?" Squidward felt he had a million answers but he couldn’t say any. No words could escape his lips. Spongebob breathed heavily before continuing. “I didn't do anything to you, and yet you treated me like hagfish slime.” “Well you always bother me with your childish behavior…” said Squidward. “That’s still no reason for anyone to be treated so badly.” said Red. Squidward wanted to say something to him, but no words could come out. Spongebob just glared at him. Red shook his head. “Oh Squidward." he said. “You have a lot of apologizing to do.” “Oh why bother?” Spongebob said. “He'll never apologize. He's too self-righteous.” “But I-” Squidward tried to say but was stopped when Spongebob put his yellow hand in front of him. “Save your breath.” he said. “If you wouldn’t forgive me for bothering you so much, why should I forgive you?”
Squidward couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was not like the Spongebob he knew. “I hope you have a nice life.” Spongebob said. “I know I never will, since all my friends have betrayed me.” He and Red began to leave.
Squidward tried to chase after him, but he disappeared. He felt incredibly guilty. “Spongebob!“ he called out. But he only got an echo in reply. He was about to go looking for him when he smelt something burning. “What the?” he said. Squidward snapped out of his fantasy when he heard his smoke alarm going off. He soon saw that his meat he was cooking was completely burnt.
“Yikes!” he yelped, grabbing a fire extinguisher and putting the little flame out. The burger was now ruined. Squidward just sighed. His appetite was now ruined. But more importantly he was thinking about what Spongebob had said to him in his apparent dream. “What have I done?“ he asked to himself. Squidward just sighed and sulked away to his bedroom. “What have I done.” he said. “How could I be so stupid?“
Squidward laid down on his bed once he arrived to his room and changing into his nightshirt. He frowned. He felt like a real idiot.
Squidward got under his bed sheets and rested his head on a pillow. Though he didn’t want to admit it, Squidward was really, truly, and deeply sorry for what he had done. He lay awake for a few moments more, before drifted off into a fitful sleep.

[ukulady]

Chapter 7: Mom, Dad and Gary.
CRASH!
“Oh dear.” The sponge woman said as she scooped up the contents of the frying pan she had been using, being careful not to burn herself. “Honey is everything all right?” asked a male sponge coming into the kitchen. Obviously he was the woman’s husband. “I'm fine.” she insisted. “Everything is fine.” Her husband walked over to help. “It’s just,” the lady began. “our little boy is out there and no one can find him.” “I’m sure Spongebob will be ok.” said her husband. It was true. They were Spongebob’s parents. Harold and Claire Squarepants. “I don't know.” Claire said. “It's been so long…” “I know.” said Harold. “I knew that worthless holiday wouldn’t be a good thing.” said his wife. “As did I.” Harold said. He sighed. “Oh Harold, where could he be?” Claire asked hugging her husband. “I wish I knew.” he said. “If I did, I'd go out and look for him.” he said. “And I wouldn't stop until I found him.” “At least someone cares.” said Claire. Harold nodded. They both sighed. They went into their living room and sat on the couch. Gary slithered towards them. He was staying with Spongebob’s parents until Spongebob would be found. Gary meowed. “Hey there little guy.” Harold said to the snail. Gary meowed again and rubbed up against his leg. “Aw are you hungry?” Harold asked. Gary surprisingly shook his head. Gary tried to crawl up Harold's leg. He got the message and picked Gary up, putting him in his lap. Claire petted his shell. Gary purred. “You miss Spongebob too, don’t you Gary?” Claire asked. Gary nodded. He then started sniffling and warm tears gathered in his eyes. Harold wiped his eye stalks. Gary did feel terrible that he too was part of the “No Spongebob Day” fiasco. “Hang in there little friend.” Harold said. Gary began to mewl loudly. It was as though he was crying. Claire got up and got some tissues for the little snail. Gary sniffled. Claire wiped his eyes. “It’s ok Gary.” said Claire. Gary sniffled some more. Claire sighed. “Remember when he was born?” she asked. Harold nodded. “I can't remembering ever feeling happier.” he said.
They began to reminisce seeing their little boy for the first time.
Harold paced back and forth in the waiting room. His wife had been in labor for nearly four hours now. So he was indeed very nervous. “I hope she's all right.” He thought to himself, before shaking it off. "Don't start that now, Harold!" A nurse soon came in. He whirled around. “Mr. Squarepants?” the nurse asked. “Yes?” he replied. “It’s over now.” she said. “Your baby is born.” Harold beamed brightly. The nurse led him back to the maternity ward. Harold followed until they reached his wife’s room. When Harold saw his wife holding their new baby, his heart melted. He went closer to Claire. “He's here, Harold.” she said. “Our son.” he said. She nodded. The baby in her arms began to coo. His parents gave out a chuckle. “What should we name him?” Claire asked. “I don't know. What do you want to name him?” Harold asked. “A child like this deserves a unique name.” said Claire. Harold smiled. “How about.... Spongebob.” he said. Claire thought for a moment. “Spongebob Squarepants.” she said. “It’s perfect.” “Spongebob Squarepants.” Hearing this, the baby boy opened his eyelids for the first time revealing his light blue eyes. “Harold, look.” said Claire. Harold smiled at the boy. “He has your eyes dear.” he said. She nodded. Spongebob cooed.
Harold and Claire were brought out of his flashback by Gary's mewling. This time, he was hungry. “Looks like you’re hungry now.” said Harold. Gary nodded. He picked him up and took him to the kitchen. Harold opened a can of snail food he kept on hand. He poured it in to a food bowl. Gary was soon eating his meal. “Eat up there, fellow.” Harold said. Gary relished his food, mewling happily as he ate. Harold chuckled and sat back on the couch with his wife. Claire embraced him. Harold embraced her back. Gary continued to eat. After he was done, Gary went into another room to take a nap.
Harold thought about his son. He was out there somewhere, probably very lonely. Then a knock on the door was heard. Harold got up to answer it. When the door was open, who he saw gave him a scare. "Yes indeed." Red said. "Would it be possible for me to come in?" he asked. “Why is that?” Harold asked. “I just want to talk to you.” said Red. “About Spongebob.” Harold glared. "You know something, don't you?" He said. Red just smiled. “If you did something to him…” Claire warned. “I assure you, I haven't.” said Red. “Cross my heart.”
"You better not have." Harold said. “May I come in?” Red asked once again. Harold nodded. Red thanked them. “Now what do you know about our son?” Harold asked. Red smiled. “I know exactly where he is.” she said. “Where?” Harold asked. “Where is he?” Claire asked. “Ah ah.” Red said. “Before I tell you this, you must promise not to tell anyone else. Not even the snail.” They looked at each other. “Trust me.” said Red. “Very well.” said Harold. “Please tell us.” said Claire. Red just smiled at them. Red just smiled at them. “I'll tell you everything.” he said. “But first, I'd like for you all to hear a little story.”

[ukulady]

Chapter 8: Search for the Sponge

It has been almost three weeks since Spongebob has disappeared. And since then, the sun didn’t seem to shine on Bikini Bottom anymore.
Everyone, it seems, was overcome with sorrow. Everyone walked without a single spring in their step. And a lot of people seemed to loose their normal interests. Patrick had lost his love for Jellyfishing and Sandy lost her interest in science and karate. Squidward completely lost his interest in art or his clarinet playing (which some saw as a relief). Even Mr. Krabs had completely forgotten about money for once, and didn't even bother to count it. As for Mrs. Puff, she wasn’t doing too well either.
Spongebob had not been to class the whole time. She was now reading a letter from the DMV, who plainly told her that if her student missed another class, she would be held to be negligent in her duties and face disciplinary measures. “Oh dear.“ she said. “What am I going to do?”
Plankton had even given up all attempts to steal the formula because it didn’t seem “fun” to him anymore. Things in Bikini Bottom had indeed taken a turn for the worse. With Spongebob gone, happiness seemed to have vanished out of everyone’s lives.
“What's happening here?” Sandy asked herself. “Every single happy feeling has vanished.“ she sighed. She was looking out her transparent treedome wall.
“What are we going to do?” she wondered. She had half a mind to leave the treedome and go find Spongebob herself. Sandy looked down to the grassy floor. A tear fell from her eye. She put her hand to the plastic wall. She collapsed to her knees. Sandy stayed in that slump for what seemed like hours. Then, she felt another emotion surge over her; determination. She got a look of intense focus on her face. She stood up and clutched her fists. “Spongebob,” Sandy began. “I’m going to find you.” She quickly got her air suit on and left the her home. Her face bore an expression of pure determination. It's often said that a person determined is like a tank; nothing can stop them. That was Sandy to a T.
Sandy passed by Patrick's house, which strangely, was open. She figured she was going to need help to find Spongebob. “Patrick?” she called out. Patrick looked up from his couch. “Hey Sandy.” he said in a doleful tone. “I need your help.” she called. “With what?” Patrick asked. “I’m looking for Spongebob and I need all the help I can get.” said Sandy. “You in?” “In what?” Patrick asked. Sandy smacked her helmet. “To help me find Spongebob.” she said. “Oh.” he said. “How can I help?” “How else?” Sandy asked. "You help me look for him." Patrick seemed confused. “How do you look for him?” he asked. Sandy just looked at him. "Are you going to help me or not?" she asked. Patrick seemed to think about it for a moment. Sandy growled. “Patrick!” she shouted. “Oh.“ he said. “Uh, ok, I'll help.” “Then let’s get going.” said Sandy. “We need to round up as much help we can get before we start looking.” “So we need to look for people that will help us look for Spongebob to look for Spongebob?” Patrick asked.
Sandy sighed. “Yeah, that's about it.” she said. “Ok then.” said Patrick coming out of his den. “I’m coming too!” cried out a familiar voice. Squidward. He had been watching from his window. He came to Sandy and Patrick‘s side. "Squidward?" Sandy asked. “Why would you want to help us find Spongebob?” “Yeah.” said Patrick. “You can’t stand him.” “I..” Squidward began, “had a change of heart.” “You had a heart transplant?” Patrick asked. "No, it means he changed his feelings about Spongebob." Sandy said with a smiled. “Just until I can focus back on my art and music skills.” Squidward said defending himself. Sandy smiled knowingly "So, you guys are in?” she asked Squidward and Patrick nodded. “Good, let's go." said Sandy. Soon the three left to get some more help in the city.
When they got to the city area of Bikini Bottom. It was just as sad and gloomy as before.
The gloom was so intense it seemed to pierce Sandy's heart like a spear. But she couldn’t allow her own sorrow to affect he mission. She fought the feelings away and focused on the task at hand. Sandy cleared her throat. “Excuse me.” she called out, hoping the people around her would hear. No one even looked at them.
“Hey, can we get a little help here?” Squidward said. “Yeah, Spongebob is missing.” Patrick called out.
The crowd just went about their business. They were disappointed. It didn't look like anyone wanted to…“I'm telling you, it was that untalented cephalopod!” Someone shouted. “Huh?” Sandy Patrick and Squidward all said together.
“No, it was that squirrel.” Another person said. “ I say it was that cheapskate Krabs that did it.” said a woman. “What’s happening?” Patrick asked. They all saw many more fish folk go to see what was going on. And all joined in the argument. Who was the one that drove Spongebob away. "They're arguing about who drove Spongebob away." Sandy said. “Who drove Spongebob away?” Patrick asked. “Apparently they're trying to answer that question.” Squidward said. “What question?” Patrick asked. Sandy and Squidward sighed. All three went to the expanding crowd of quarreling fish. The crowd continued to argue amongst themselves. “I still say it was the bald and big nosed one.” said one fish.
“Who are you calling big nosed!?” Squidward snarled. “Well Squidward,” Patrick began. “have you seen your nose?” Squidward shot him a death glare. “No, it was Krabs.” said another fish. Sandy had had enough of the shouting match. She drew a deep breath. “QUIIIIIIIEEEEET!!!” she shouted. Everyone parted from Sandy, leaving her in the very center of a circle. "Have you all gone crazy!?" She shouted at the top of her lungs. “Why are you arguing over something so small and insignificant as 'who's fault is it'!?"“ “Well someone had to be the one who drove Spongebob out of town.” said a random fish in the crowd. "Does it matter?" Sandy asked. "No it doesn't. What matters now is he's out there somewhere, and we have to find him." “Oh no.” said a female fish. “We’re not following you again.” “Yeah.” said a fish with an Australian accent. “I remember you running us ragged when Spongebob ran away once before!” Sandy frowned. “So I’m pretty sure you drove him away.” said the Australian accented fish. “No it was Tentacles!” said another fish. And so the arguing continued. Squidward was fed up with their arguing. “Will you all SHUT UP FOR TWO SECONDS!!!!” he roared. The crowd went silent again. Sandy spoke once more. “Listen.” she said. “We all drove Spongebob away.” “What are you talking about?” The Australian fish asked. “It's simple." Sandy said. “We all did something to make him feel rejected. So we're all to blame. And that stupid holiday we came up with hit the nail on the head.” said Sandy. “What holiday?” Patrick asked. “So what do you want us to do?” Another person asked. Sandy rolled her eyes.
“Help us find him.” she said, exasperated. “Admit it we can’t live without Spongebob.” Sandy added. “Not even Squidward.” “Since Spongebob disappeared,” Mr. Krabs began. He too was in the crowd. “Me restaurant business has plummeted to the ground.” “I'll say.” Someone in the crowd said. “Spongebob was the best fry cook around. No one could beat his burgers.” Everyone nodded in agreement. Sandy smiled.
“Ever since he left, my plans just don't seem any fun anymore.” A voice piped up. They all looked to see Plankton standing there.
“My music and art has really gone downhill since he left.” Squidward said. “Not that it was any good to begin with, but now it's gotten worse.” “I can’t even think straight anymore without my best friend.” said Patrick.
“Yeah we noticed.” Squidward said. “I can't stop crying.” Sandy said. “Spongebob was the first friend I made here, and look what I did, what we all did, to him.” She sighed.
“I've lost interest in everything.” Sandy continued. “I can't even bring myself to do Karate anymore.” “My boating career is in jeopardy now that Spongebob is gone.” said Mrs. Puff.
“Seems every one of us is affected somehow.” Squidward said. “So we ALL must chip in to find him.” “Now who’s with us!?” Sandy exclaimed. Everyone in the crowd raised their hands, it seemed.
So the search for the sponge was on.
The entire population of Bikini Bottom were searching high and low for their long lost yellow friend. From Jellyfish Fields to Goo Lagoon, everyone kept searching. Squidward even searched through the city dump, in the offhand chance Spongebob picked it as a place to hide, thinking no one would look there. “Blech.” he sais as he wrinkled his nose at the smell of rotting food and garbage. Patrick picked around under every rock eh could find, big and small. “Spongebob!” he called after picking up a pebble. Mr. Krabs searched in the city area. No Spongebob. But at least he found some loose change on the streets. “Ah, what luck.” he said as he pocketed it. Mr. Krabs continued looking. Sandy was searching through a kelp forest just outside of town. The darkness gave her a slight sense of the creeps. But Sandy couldn’t let her fear get to her now. She was on a mission. “Spongebob?” Sandy called out. As Sandy kept walking she silently prayed. She asked God to help find Spongebob and that he would be ok. As though He had acknowledged her, a breeze blew, making the kelp wave majestically.
After a while everyone met together in a sandy area by some cliffs. They were all pretty tired.
“Whew, what a day.” Squidward said. “I know.” said Mr. Krabs. “And we still haven’t found Spongebob.”
Squidward rubbed his feet. “Anyone seen Sandy?” he asked. Sandy wasn’t resting like the others.
“Sandy?” Squidward asked. Krabs shrugged his shoulders and walked away. Sandy didn’t seem to hear him. She just kept walking. Patrick walked up to Sandy and poked her on the shoulder. “Sandy?” he asked. Sandy turned to him. “Yes?” She asked. Squidward ran up to her and Patrick. “Don’t you think you should sit down and rest for a minute?” he asked. “We’ve been looking for hours.” “No.” said Sandy. “I promised myself that I would find Spongebob no matter what.”
“You're exhausted.” Squidward said. "I insist that you rest." “No.” said Sandy. “I’m going to keep going until I find him.” “Hey guys!” someone shouted. “Mr. Krabs.” Sandy exclaimed. “What is it?”
Mr. Krabs rushed over to them. “I found something, lads.” he said. He didn’t sound too happy. “What’s wrong?” Sandy asked. “Follow me.” Krabs said. “And prepare yourself.” The others shrugged and followed him. Curiosity came upon the rest of the citizens of Bikini Bottom. They all followed in suit. Krabs led them to the edge of a cliff. "See for yourself." He said. They all saw it. A pair of square pants hanging from a branch. Spongebob's pants. Sandy, Squidward and Patrick gasped.
"Oh no..." Sandy began, tears forming in her eyes. “Spongebob… he must have…” Sandy couldn’t even get the rest of her words out. Squidward felt sick. He felt like he was about to throw up. Everyone else arrived. And after seeing Spongebob’s pants fluttering in the wind, over a thousand hearts became broken.
The next day was the memorial service for Spongebob. Taken place by the cliffs where his pants were found. Everyone brought flowers and shed tears. Sandy could barely keep herself from breaking down and sobbing. Neither could Patrick. They were both shaking as sobs erupted in their beings. Everyone gathered at the cliff‘s edge.
Prayers were being said all over the place. One by one everybody tossed their flowers in apologizing for what they had done. When Sandy was to toss her flowers, she held them closed for a moment.
“Spongebob.” she said. “I'm so sorry. If I only knew how much this was hurting you, I never would have gone through with it.” One last tear was shed from Sandy’s eyes before she tossed her flowers.
Patrick was next. The tears were flowing like a river. His flowers were missing. “Patrick where are your flowers?” Sandy asked. “Uh, I was hungry.” Patrick said, embarrassed. The flowers then popped out of his mouth and fell down the cliff when he belched.
After the service was done, every Bikini Bottomite left the cliff area with their heads hanging in sorrow. “Why the long faces?” A voice called. “Who’s there?” Patrick asked. “I know that voice.” said Sandy.
Red was standing on a rock outcropping. “What do you want?” Squidward asked.
“I saw you all gathered 'round and I was wondering why everyone is so sad.” Red said. “We have a good reason to be sad.” said Mr. Krabs. "Which is?" Red asked. “We’re too late.” said Sandy. She sniffled. “Spongebob’s gone forever.”
“You don't mean…?” Red said. “I’m afraid so.” said Squidward. Red frowned. “We deserve this.“ said Mr. Krabs. “Yeah.“ Patrick said in agreement. “We never should have treated Spongebob like we did.” Sandy said. Squidward shook his head.
Red kept frowning. "No, no one deserves to suffer the pains of loss." he said. Red then started chuckling.
“What's so funny!?” Sandy shouted. “Yeah haven’t you heard of respect?” Squidward asked sternly. Red started laughing a little harder. “You guys, he's not dead.” Red said.
“What are you talking about?” Sandy asked. “No, you're playing a trick on us, you devilfish.” said Mr. Krabs. Red chuckled again. “The trick was…myself.” he said. “Red doesn't exist. He's but a mere shadow of another person.” “Huh?” everyone asked. “You see.” Red began. “I’m really not Red. ” He put both of his hands to his cheeks and grabbed on to them.
“I'm ready!” he shouted. He pulled his cheeks until they came apart like tissue paper. It was revealed that “Red” was just a disguise. And in that disguise was none other Spongebob Squarepants himself. “I’m ready!” Spongebob said again. The crowd gasped. “You’re alive!” Sandy exclaimed. “That’s right.” Spongebob said. “I never really left Bikini Bottom.” Spongebob laughed. The others couldn't help but laugh with him, so great was their relief… Squidward didn’t laugh though. He was confused. “Wait.” he said. “You scared us to death to get back at us?”
“No, of course not.” Spongebob said. “And how did you come up with this plan by yourself?” Squidward asked. “Yeah. You’re usually not one to come up with something so well planned.” said Mr. Krabs. “It wasn’t by myself.” said Spongebob. “I had a little help.” “Who?” Sandy asked. “Me.” said a female voice. A person in an air suit like Sandy’s came to Spongebob’s side. A raccoon. “Kelly?” Sandy asked. “That's right Sandy.” Kelly said. “It’s me.” “Can someone tell me what's going on?“ Squidward asked. “It's simple.” Kelly said. “Care to start?” Kelly asked Spongebob.
“With pleasure.” he said. Spongebob then motioned for the murmuring to quiet before he began the story of how the whole event started.

[Erin]

Oooh! This is getting GOOD. Please update. ;D

[ukulady]

Chapter 6: Squidward
The night air was shattered by a bizarre sound. It vaguely resembled music from a wind instrument. In this case, it was. Squidward was busy practicing with his clarinet, though it didn't appear it was doing him any good. His playing was awful. It was awful before, but now it sounded much worse than a sad and dying animal.
Squidward didn't seem to notice, as he continued to play.
He kept playing until something impacted his window. It was a rotten tomato. Squidward growled, walked to his tomato splattered window, opened it and stuck his head out. Another tomato screamed in and splat right on his face. “Hey!” Squidward shouted. “What’s the big idea?” “You stink!” The person who threw the tomato roared.
Squidward growled and grabbed an orange from his fridge. He went back to his window and hurled the orange at the one who threw the tomato. It missed. “Drat!” he shouted. Then another tomato came flying at Squidward and hit him smack dab in the middle of his forehead. “Gah!” he shouted. He closed his window and wiped the tomato residue off of his face.
“My playing has taken such nosedive." said Squidward. "What's going on?" He sighed. “At least Spongebob’s not here to ruin my genius.” Squidward said.
Squidward felt an odd feeling in his gut when he said that. He tried to play his clarinet again, but his playing was awful. Even he had to admit it. He angrily threw the instrument down and yelled. "What's gotten into me?" He wondered. “This has been going on since Spongedork Loserpants left.” he said. He felt something welling up in his stomach. “What the?" he wondered at the sudden feeling. Squidward sighed and decided to do some painting instead. He pulled out some paint and an easel and set them up in his living room. He dabbed some paint on a pallet and set to work. “What to paint tonight?” he asked himself.
He decided to just let his muse decide itself and selected a color. He dabbed the brush into the paint and began to paint on the canvas. The color Squidward chose was a bright yellow. "Hmm." He thought as he was working. “Let's see how this turns out.” he painted and painted, eventually choosing white and brown and red. He kept painting for what seemed like hours. Squidward then chose a light blue. He carefully painted out the details of his developing picture. As he painted, a wave of sadness and guilt came over him. He tried to shake it off, but it was nearly impossible. He almost made some mistakes as he was painting. “Gah.” Squidward said as he accidentally put some blue where yellow should be. He waited for it to dry some more and then painted over it. He kept painting until the picture was finished. He took a step back to admire his work, and gasped at what he saw. The picture he had painted was a portrait of Spongebob himself. This did give Squidward a scare. But what scared him the most was the expression he had painted on Spongebob.
The portrait, rather than being one of a happy Spongebob with his ridiculous grin, was one that bore an expression of broken heartedness. Similar to that picture Squidward had taken during their first Christmas.
His eyes had swollen to enormous proportions, his brows were furrowed as one about to cry would have them. From one eye, a teardrop leaked out and threatened to fall to the sandy bottom. His long nose drooped down over his chest. Squidward just stared at his painting for what seemed like forever.
“What the?“ he said to himself. He could hardly believe what had just come from his paintbrush. It was as though and invisible hand had guided it. “Get a grip Squidward.” he said to himself. “Remember life is much better without that annoying Squarepants.” But somehow, the feeling that he had done something terrible just didn't seem to want to leave.
Squidward decided to fix himself a hot meal. That always helped him relax and forget his troubles. He wend down into his kitchen and looked at some of his recipes. He soon spotted a recipe for a gourmet burger. He smiled. “One of my favorites.”
Squidward gathered the ingredients; some romaine lettuce, black angus cow shark beef, Swiss cheese, tomato, bacon, and the most unusual ingredient of them all, some onion rings. He pulled an electric griddle out of his cupboard and plugged it in so he could heat the patties. He then began to chop and slice the vegetables. Squidward hummed a tune as he did so. Soon, the griddle was heated enough to cook the patties. He took one out and slapped it on the griddle. The aroma of the cooking meat made him think of something. Something familiar.

His mind's eye took him back to the cash register at the Krusty Krab. He saw Mr. Krabs, pacing around, anxious to hear the sound of money being put into the register. “Order up.” he heard a familiar voice say. Squidward then saw Spongebob come out of the kitchen with some Krabby Patties. “Order up!” He repeated, Squidward was frozen in place. “Spongebob?” he said to himself. "What's wrong?" Spongebob asked. Mr. Krabs rolled his eyes.
“Yes, it's Spongebob.” he said. “Now get back to work!” “Aye aye captain!” Spongebob exclaimed. Squidward began taking money from customers. He opened the cash register, before noticing a hooded figure standing in line. He kept taking orders and money until the hooded figure came up to the register. “May I take your…” he began, before a leering face burst from underneath the hood yelling “Surprise!” Squidward was startled when he saw that it was Red himself next in line. “What are you doing here!?” Squidward asked. "I'm hungry." Red said with a wicked looking grin. "What do you want?" Squidward asked. “Don’t worry.” said Spongebob in a sweet voice. “I know exactly what he wants.”
Squidward was confused. “Uh, Spongebob.” he said. “What's going on?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Red asked. Spongebob’s face soon started to become angry yet the emotion in his eyes expressed pain and sorrow. "Don't you remember that old rule?" He asked in an angry, hurt voice. "Do to others only what you would want them to do to you?" He asked. “Huh?” Squidward asked. “And you said I’m an idiot.” said Spongebob. “What?” Squidward asked again. “It’s the Golden Rule Squidster.” said Red. “Treat other the way you want to be treated.”
"You hated me!" Spongebob shouted. "What did I ever do to you to deserve that kind of treatment?" Squidward felt he had a million answers but he couldn’t say any. No words could escape his lips. Spongebob breathed heavily before continuing. “I didn't do anything to you, and yet you treated me like hagfish slime.” “Well you always bother me with your childish behavior…” said Squidward. “That’s still no reason for anyone to be treated so badly.” said Red. Squidward wanted to say something to him, but no words could come out. Spongebob just glared at him. Red shook his head. “Oh Squidward." he said. “You have a lot of apologizing to do.” “Oh why bother?” Spongebob said. “He'll never apologize. He's too self-righteous.” “But I-” Squidward tried to say but was stopped when Spongebob put his yellow hand in front of him. “Save your breath.” he said. “If you wouldn’t forgive me for bothering you so much, why should I forgive you?”
Squidward couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was not like the Spongebob he knew. “I hope you have a nice life.” Spongebob said. “I know I never will, since all my friends have betrayed me.” He and Red began to leave.
Squidward tried to chase after him, but he disappeared. He felt incredibly guilty. “Spongebob!“ he called out. But he only got an echo in reply. He was about to go looking for him when he smelt something burning. “What the?” he said. Squidward snapped out of his fantasy when he heard his smoke alarm going off. He soon saw that his meat he was cooking was completely burnt.
“Yikes!” he yelped, grabbing a fire extinguisher and putting the little flame out. The burger was now ruined. Squidward just sighed. His appetite was now ruined. But more importantly he was thinking about what Spongebob had said to him in his apparent dream. “What have I done?“ he asked to himself. Squidward just sighed and sulked away to his bedroom. “What have I done.” he said. “How could I be so stupid?“
Squidward laid down on his bed once he arrived to his room and changing into his nightshirt. He frowned. He felt like a real idiot.
Squidward got under his bed sheets and rested his head on a pillow. Though he didn’t want to admit it, Squidward was really, truly, and deeply sorry for what he had done. He lay awake for a few moments more, before drifted off into a fitful sleep.

[amarabellagirl]

I can't wait to hear what happens next! OMG! It was Kelly?

[ukulady]

Yeah Kelly helped out.

[amarabellagirl]

Wow.

[happyipodman]

That was SO good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!