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atwistedandbrokentale · 10 months ago

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A BURNING DESIRE

My first fanfic! I’m quite proud of it. Now please read the tags and make sure what you’re getting into. With that being said, enjoy!

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Squidward knocked impatiently on the door. He did not want to be here right now. All he wants is to get his vacuum cleaner back. It’s been a week since Spongebob “borrowed” (read: stole) it and his statues were getting dusty. As he stood there waited for Spongebob to answer, he thought about how weird Spongebob was acting this last week. Sure he was always weird but lately it's like someone cranked up to a hundred.

He seemed much more quiet than usual. Squidward would normally find this a blessing but it instead creeped him out. When Patrick told him that the studio that made Mermaidman and Barnacle boy comics released an in memoriam comic that would “send our favorite superheroes off in a blaze of glory”, all Spongebob did was ask when he could get off work and when he was told he’d have a 17 unpaid overtime shift, he was only mildly annoyed about the inconvenience.

The Spongebob Squidward knew would cry loudly and try to find a way to somehow both work and go to the comic book store at the same time. It would have been annoying but that’s what SpongeBob did. The door opened. A yellow sponge stood there, staring at him with an odd expression on his face. He seemed empty yet excited at the same time. “Hello Squidward.” He said rather softly. Squidward tried to shrug it off. “SpongeBob, can I have my vacuum back? It’s been a week.” The sponge smiled creepily. “Oh of course. Come on in..”

Squidward hesitantly went inside. The living room was dimly lit, looking like a dump. The tv showed a Kelpy G performance. “I didn’t know you like Kelpy G.” The sponge kept staring at him. “Oh I’ll like everything you’d like.” he said. Squidward wasn’t sure how to feel about this. He knew Spongebob wanted to be his friend but this felt too far. He cleared his throat nervously. “So, uh about that vacuum?..” The sponge didn’t show it but he was quite annoyed with this. With a forced smile, he chipperly said, “oh. Yes. It’s in.. the hallway closet.”

Squidward walked away, looking at the sponge with a worrying look on his face. He saw a closed door. He figured this must be what the sponge was talking about. He opened the door to see paintings. His paintings. “Spongebob..” he asked. “Where did you get these?” He turned around to meet the sponge. The sponge held something behind his back. “I took them. I knew you wouldn’t give them to me so I went inside and I took them while you were sleeping”. He started to walk to Squidward who backed away slowly.

“Aren’t you glad? I really like your paintings because they’re paintings of you. I think you’re very beautiful” the sponge said, never raising his voice yet becoming ever more terrifying with each step. Squidward felt the wall bump into him. “Oh, r-really?” He stuttered out, afraid of what the sponge would do next. The sponge nodded. “I’ve always wanted to hang out with you but you’d always say no. So I figured if I took something of yours, you’d come to take it back.”

“But you’d never notice how your artwork started to disappear. So I took something I knew you would need.” Squidward looked up at him. He was forced to slide down in fear. “S-SpongeBob, what are you doing?” “Well I can’t let you leave now, silly.” The sponge said, malice laced in his voice. “You’d try to escape. I won’t let that happen.” The sponge revealed a bat from behind him. “SpongeBob, wait! Think about this!” Squidward yelled before covering his face as the bat started to slam on his body.

Squidward slowly opened his eyes. Everything hurt. Pain flowed through his veins. He looked down. Both his legs and his arms were broken and were sloppy bandaged. Squidward frowned. He knew it was the sponge who did this. Paralyzing him so he couldn’t escape. He tried to get up only to be met with agonizing pain. He almost screamed and was forced to sit back down.

That horrible sponge showed his face again. His smile seemed to be inhumanly huge, almost tearing off his face. “Careful Squiddy. You might hurt yourself again and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He told Squidward, wanting to seem caring. But he clearly enjoyed seeing Squidward in pain. Seeing him fragile and weak. Squidward would need him now.

Squidward felt like he wanted to cry. He didn’t know what he did to deserve this. He pleaded with the sponge, “Spongebob, why are you doing this? You were never like this before! You were just mildly annoying!” At this, the sponge softened up, clearly wanting to confront Squidward. But it just creeped out Squidward even more. The sponge leaned down closer to him, smiling all the while.

“But I always like this, Squiddy. I was always obsessed with you. Your clarinet playing, your artwork, your dancing. All of it. And you couldn’t stand me. You’d degrade me. You hated me. It was wonderful.” The sponge started to slowly stroke Squidward’s face. Squidward hated the touch but could do nothing to stop him.

“Whenever I was near you I felt something. It would consume me. At first I didn’t know what it meant but now I know what it was. It was love. Oh I love you, Squiddy! I need to be with you. I need to be at your side forever. But that won’t be enough. It never would be. No, I need more.” Squidward couldn’t believe it. SpongeBob really felt like this? “W-what? What are you talking about?”

The sponge got a manic look on his face. It was a combination of soft comforting and insatiable obsession. His eyes transformed to be heart shaped. It would be cute if it weren’t so horrifying. “I need to be one with you. It's only the way we’ll truly be together. When your heart beats, my heart will beat. When you breathe, I will breathe. You will be my oxygen, I will be your blood. We will be perfect together.”

Squidward wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything. “SpongeBob, please! Are you-is this because I said no to jellyfishing? I’ll-I’ll go jellyfish with you! Right now! We can go right now!” The sponge laughed. “We can go jellyfishing whenever we want when we’re together. We’ll have no choice.”

The sponge walked to the kitchen. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a big knife. Squidward feared the worst. “What.. what are you doing?” The sponge grinned with that same intense obsession. “As a sponge, I can regenerate cells. If I put my head on your body, my cells will mold and fuse with yours. You’ll be healed and I’ll have you forever. It’ll be perfect.”

Squidward couldn’t believe it. He always felt something was off about SpongeBob but he never thought SpongeBob would be capable of such evil. His body started aching as he tried to turn around to meet his intense gaze. “Please don’t do this! I’ll do whatever you want just please leave me alone!” He felt his head pounding like a ton of bricks but he tried to stay awake. Even after all he’s done, he couldn’t stand to see Spongebob die.

“But I can’t leave you alone, silly.” The sponge laughed. “How else can I make sure you’ll be safe? How else can I make sure you’ll never push me away? This is the only way.” Squidward couldn’t bear to look at the horror. His eyes started to feel weary. He can’t black out now, not like this. The sponge noticed this and giggled. “Just go to sleep, little prince. Soon it’ll all be ok..” He pressed the knife to his flesh. His beaming smile being the last thing Squidward saw.

ONE WEEK AGO

Spongengebob was ecstatic. It’s been so long since he visited his parents. He can’t wait to see them again. He rang the bell for another delicious Krabby Patty. “Order up!” Squidward put his head over the window and grumply grabbed the sandwich. “Isn’t it great, Squidward? I get to-.” “Don’t talk to me.” Squidward shut him up. Spongebob wondered about Squidward. He didn’t want him to be left all alone. If he was Squidward, he’d want someone to play with him. He’d want another Spongebob.

That gave him an idea..

Spongebob started to grow a third arm. It grew like a tree branch before falling off. Spongebob watched happily as it expanded and tried to figure out its shape. It grew two eyes that looked around nervously. It started to shape into a square body. Two arms and two legs started to poke out the now solid form. It’s mouth started to form. “Welcome to the world!” Spongebob said excitedly. “What?” The other sponge said. “Who am I?” Spongebob bent down to help up the new sponge. “Well I’m not sure, that’s for you to decide.”

He stood up nervously. He looked at Spongebob and then at himself. He seemed in awe of himself. “So.. who are you?” The other sponge asked. Spongebob smiled. “Well I’m Spongebob! I work here at the greatest place in all the seven seas! The Krusty Krab!” Spongebob twirled around to show his enthusiasm. He took the other sponge’s hand. “Come with me.” He pulled on the other sponge and lead him to the door, where they peaked out and saw Squidward arguing with a customer.

While SpongeBob simply smiled, thinking nothing of it, the other sponge started to feel something. Seeing Squidward insult the customer, yelling and screaming without a hint of empathy. It was like a fire was lit in him. “Who is that?” He asked. “That’s Squidward, my best friend.” SpongeBob answered. “I’ll have to go soon and leave him all alone but I want you to take care of him.” The other sponge started to smile. It was his first one. “Why? Is he weak?”

SpongeBob, not really paying attention, simply answered, “well I wouldn’t say that but he’s definitely not exactly the strongest coral in the reef, if you know what I mean.” He laughed, not knowing how the other sponge took his words. He looked at Squidward, wondering what it would be like to be that customer. To be yelled at and to be humiliated. He shuddered with excitement at the thought.

SpongeBob grabbed his spare work hat and handed it to the other sponge. “Can't work here without a hat! It represents everything amazing about working at the greatest place on earth!” The other sponge couldn’t care less about the hat. He kept staring at Squidward. He liked the feeling he got when he did. He wondered what it was. SpongeBob put his hand on his heart and the other sponge confusingly did so as well.

Spongebob pulled out a book from nowhere. He flipped to a bookmarked page. “Do you soberly swear to uphold the spirit of the Krusty Krab? To put the customer first and promise fresh high quality products? To work with a smile on your face no matter what?” SpongeBob asked eagerly. The other sponge couldn’t care less about this grease trap but if working here means he can be close to Squidward, then he’d gladly never leave.

He’d stay by his side and watch him forever. Squidward won’t need to know. He’d stick to the shadows and make sure Squidward was safe. Squidward clearly can’t take care of himself. He’ll need someone to protect him. And the other sponge will be there, to take care of him. The other sponge enjoyed these thoughts. He won’t let Squidward go, he may squirm and fight but he’ll break eventually. The other sponge will be sure of it. He smiled once more, the sparks of obsession starting to flare.

“I do..”

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(Disclaimer: the police busted in and arrested the faker before the real SpongeBob arrived, confused at what happened. Squidward was traumatized from the ordeal but did heal and recovered, eventually becoming able to hang around SpongeBob again. They aren’t together though)

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