Spongebob's Spatula- A Short Fanfic

Spongebob's Spatula

I let out an exasperated sigh, shifting in my bed. The water was hot and wet, like the dream I had just woken up from. I wiped the sweat off my brow, bothered by the images that still flashed in my mind. Her thin frame, that my hands fit so wonderfully around, her soft whispers when I cook those juicy Krabby Patties, the way their greasy nature sticks to her, giving her a soft yellow-ish sheen. I groan softly, the thought of her makes my body ache in ways that wouldn't be fit for writing about, even in a cursed fanfiction.

I sigh and get up, even though it's still dark outside, I know I have to see her. I get my clothes on and get ready, Gary stopping me before I can go out the door, meowing at me as if to ask where I'm off to so late. I roll my eyes. "Gary, not now, I have to go to the Krusty Krab." I huff, adjusting my tie. He meows at me, but I push past him to go. The walk to the Krusty K is long, and my mind wanders with every step, as I drool over the idea of her. I know how I feel, but what if she doesn't feel the same fire I do? The thought makes my heart sink a bit. She's the only one for me, I know that much. I finally make it to the Krusty Krab, and sneak inside. I walk to the kitchen, and there she is. Sitting oh-so-patiently where I left her. "Spatula..." I whisper, walking over to her. I lean down, pressing my lips tenderly to hers. She leans into it, and I know right then what she wants. What I want. I have to make her mine. I start to undress myself, and trace my fingers softly over her body. I can already hear her moans, and my body reacts, pleading for more. I let out a shaky moan myself, and-"Spongebob!" Squidward's voice cuts into my mind like a razor. "What are you doing?!" I don't bother to explain, instead jumping on the rays of the sunrise and charging directly into the sun, my sweet, sweet spatula in hand.