The Second Beginning

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Mr. Krabs sat in his car, smoking the last cigarette in the box. Lying back on the leather seat he let out a long puff and sighed. This was that old feeling he felt familiar with, The End. He sat back and wondered how many times had he felt that feeling this week alone. It had to have been atleast 9 or 10 times. The Geico Family wanted him dead, and a trophey of his decapitated head to go with it. They would stop at nothing to put him 6 feet under, and to please their boss, that scaled lizard bastard.

"Damn it." Sighed Krabs, checking his watch. It ticked at an almost snail like pace. It made Krabs feel sick in the gut. Finally it reached 5 seconds before striking 12, Midnight. "5... 4... 3... 2-"

Krabs was cut short by the walls on the other side of the indoor parking lot blasting to hell. Three armed cars drove in and a truck with a machine gunner in the trunk. Parking right infront of Mr. Krabs parking spot amd blocking him from escaping. Out stepped men all in suits and wearing shades, some with fedoras, armed with Assualt Rifles, Shotguns, Submachine Guns, and Pistols. All with the intent to gun down Mr. Krabs.

"Pft. I was a second off." Krabs laughed. He took another puff of his cigarette. "Alright then, lets have some fun."

"Krabs, Get the hell out of that fucking car and face us with atleast some fucking honor!" Demanded the leader of the group, Made Man and an Executive of the Geico Family, Jared Leto. "Have some fucking balls man."

Krabs with one last sigh, opened the car door; armed with nothing but his cigarette. He then walked staight infront of them and stopped. Krabs stretched his arms.

"Thanks for the cooperation." Jared leto laughed. "Though we could've shot you through the window shield, but the mess would be real hard on those poor guys who have to clean up bodies and crime scenes. Welp. How ya feeling, any last remarks?"

Krabs said nothing but took a smoke and blew the smoke right into Jared Leto's pretty face

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Krabs said nothing but took a smoke and blew the smoke right into Jared Leto's pretty face. Jared Leto responded by slapping Krabs across the face like Will Smith slapped Chris Rock. Then kneeing him in the stomach, causing Krabs to stumble back in pain.


"Anything else?" Leto asked with an agressive tone. Picking up Krabs by the feet. He stared straight into Krabs eyes, that looked dead and depressed. Nothing, No response. "No?"

"Fuck you." Krabs said, spitting in Jared's face. Jared slammed Krabs into the ground due to the disrespectful gesture. He then kicked Krabs in the gut, then looking at Krabs with anger, soon turning into disappointment and disgust. Krabs stuttered out a word in pain; "What-?"

"I almost feel pity for you, Krabs." Jared spoke, with a sad look on his face. "You were once a ruthless killer and true friend to me, I find it sad I can't even look up to you in some way anymore. You're not even worth the bullets. I won't even give you the satisfaction of shooting you myself because that would be a waste of fucking ammunition."

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⏰ Last updated: May 14, 2022 ⏰

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