🌸I met him at the Krusty Krab🌸

Pay cuts, and feeding Gary.

Spongebob washed the dirty dishes clean of the crumbs and ketchup stains often scattered along the tables. The fresh pickles that he hand made were mostly discarded and rotten. He didn't mind much though, everyfish has their tastes. Although, it would be nice for them to specify what they wanted on their krabby patties, it wouldn't be any trouble!

Squidward was in the the main area, he was scrubbing the beaten up tables with an old washcloth. His face donned the same old uninterested expression as always; despite him scrubbing with an odd vigor. Maybe he just decided it would do him good to put in the extra work, if only for today? Spongebob would never know, nobody could guess what was going on inside that head of his.

He had to get home to his pet Gary soon, he wouldn't forgive himself if Gary went hungry. He could basically hear the pained "meows" now.

I'll ask Squidward what's going on later, I have to finish up and help Gary. He thinks, almost shedding a tear envisioning the look of sadness on his poor snails face.

"SPONGEBOB!" His boss yelled from behind him. "What are ye doin' standing here me boy? Are ye TRYING to run out all me water?!"

The sponge spun around in surprise, and realised that he'd stopped scrubbing the dishes in the sink, but left the water running  over them.

Oh.

Sorry Mr. Krabs. He apologised genuinely, he had gotten so wrapped up in thought that he'd left the water for about 3 minutes!

"I'm afraid sorry won't cut it me boy! That one's comin' out of your paycheck!" He ended the conversation-- if you can even call it that-- with one of his signature 'Mr. Krabs Chuckles'.

Spongebob didn't mind, however. He quickly finished up his cleaning work and burst out the door. He noticed Squidward having a hard time, sweating through the cold of the restaurant, complaining about a headache, moaning about something or other. His boss didn't pay it much notice, so he didn't really think to either.

His mind was set on helping Gary, and he planned on accomplishing his goal! He straightened his socks, which had bunched up around his ankles; adjusted his hat on his head, and crouched into a running position before taking off to his home.

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I'm Alive again, and I decided to rewrite the story. Although I only published ONE chapter.

It's mostly spongeboy's point of view it looks like, but I don't want to say it is and decide every chapter is for a different character. 

420 words!