kinda one I generated before but sponge bob is edgy
spongebob, a despairing young man in his best years, stood alone on the beach, gazing over theroyal blue water with his dark royal blue spheres. His lemon-colored hair rustled lightly in the ocean breeze. He tried to deny the stirrings in his heart, resting his cheek against one hand as heclacked the heels of his obsidian boots together. He wore a milky crisp button-down shirt andcocoa shorts that looked comfortable and easy to wear. His aureate mane brushed against his earlobes, complementing his haunted hazel visage. A lemon-colored moustache brushed against his lip. A tawny growth of hair adorned his chin. An elaborate tattoo snaked its way around his visible skin. A prominent scar stood out on his toast-colored skin. A noticeable sigil provided proof of his descent. Furry ears flicked at the top of his head, and he twitched his lemon-colored tail. Beautiful wings sprouted from his back.
His thoughts wandered to his days in Natsuki's company. They had known each other since they were children. They had spent time together so often that, despite all differences, others often mistook them as siblings. However, it was not until recently that they had recognized their feelings for each other. From then on, spongebob was sometimes needy and close, but then suddenly cold and fearful. Natsuki tried her best to hide her pain, but it was plain in her pools.That was how it was to this very day.
His ears pricked at the sound of familiar footsteps. He twitched his tail happily and looked up before Natsuki even spoke a word. "spongebobwha," she said simply with an admiring look-over and a smile on her face. Her plush windows to her soul complimented her blush-coloredstrands, belying her incorrigible heart. She was dressed in her own unique fashion, a style unlike that of anyone else spongebob knew. Her skin was light-colored and her form was slight.
"Natsukichan. I feared you might not come," spongebob whispered.
"Of course I came," she said nonchalantly.
He shook his head. "Everyone else abandoned me desu."
"They don't know what they're missing," Natsuki said sharply. She held her hand out to him, and hesitantly he took it. With that, they began to walk along the beach. spongebob was as silent as death as they made tracks along the sand. Unable to stand the awkward silence, Natsuki started their conversation with,
"How are you these days?"
A flicker passed across his depths before he hoarsely murmured, "I'm fine."
"spongebobwha." Her voice was uncharacteristically serious. "You're really fine?" spongebob swallowed and said nothing.
For a few moments they were quiet again. She thought about spongebob, about all the things she knew about him, growing up alongside him, that no one else would know. All throughout that time since then she had gotten the feeling that spongebob had bottled up more pain than he ever let on. That only ever made things worse. Natsuki glanced over at him. His angled head cast a shadow over his orbs. "Come on," she tried again, "I mean, look. Look at all this." She pointed out over the glittering sea, and spongebob cast his baleful gaze dispiritedly in the direction she was pointing.
"What is it?" he murmured.
"All this open space stretching forever. The smell of salt and the cry of gulls. It makes me feel free, like nothing else. Come on. Let it out, get it off your chest. It's too beautiful here to be moping." All of a sudden, spongebob turned sharply away and continued down the shoreline alone. "Hey! Wait."
"Nothing is beautiful desu," he whispered. Natsuki caught up to him and turned him about by the shoulder. He turned his face away, but she saw that he was crying. "Natsukichan... I'm never good enough, I'm unable to forget that someone, and I'm a freak. How could you... how could *anyone* possibly care about me?"
It was always hard for Natsuki to find the right words at times like this. "Hey, spongebobwha..." Natsuki took him into her arms as he wept. "Hey. Sometimes you just have to throw lemons back at life."
