Boating Buddies (Yandere Spongebob x Squidward)

3-Proxuddy Buddies

And so it began: the great plan SpongeBob spent long nights planning, figuring out every last detail. Nothing could go wrong. He had thought through every possibility and created a solution.

Squidward firmly grasped the handle and the front door creaked as he slowly entered his home. He was exhausted from another long day at the worst job ever. He'd give anything to do something different; something more meaningful. After all, he was a multi-talented person, so many achievable dreams were out there, right?

As soon as he was in his home, he closed the door with a sigh, locking it. He walked towards the fridge to get some water, but not before he heard a loud CLANK.

What was that? he thought. It was loud enough to be able to tell the direction it was coming from, but not exactly what it could have been. This sounded like it was coming from directly under the house. Maybe an animal?

Yes, an animal, he thought. Surely that's all it was. It wasn't like it could be anything else, and it was far too late for a person to be around here. So after he put on his night gown, Squidward decided to make his way to bed.

CLANK

...

CLANK

Suddenly Squidward woke up with a bolt, the sound throwing him off-guard. This again? He got up and began towards the window to see if he could catch sight of the source of noise. He expected to potentially see construction workers, or something along those lines, but nothing was to be seen. At least, that's what he thought, but not until a blurred figure came into his line of sight.

Whatever-whoever it was had been much too far away to be able to be made out clearly. It was a bit unnerving, seeing a blurred figure standing in the distance, but he assumed it was nothing and went back to bed.

His groggy eyes were just playing tricks on him, surely. That still doesn't explain the noises coming from under the house, though. Whatever, he didn't have the courage to care due to his growing tiredness.

Squidward woke the next morning awfully irritated and tired, not being able to sleep much because of the unlabeled noises he'd been hearing. Lugging himself into the bathroom, he reached for his toothbrush.

Since when did I have two toothbrushes? He thought, examining the one that lay right beside his own. Had he purchased one recently and forgot? But he didn't remember seeing this one yesterday...

It must have been his, there was no other possibility. So Squidward did what anyone else would, and brushed his teeth.

He wished it had ended there, but it unfortunately did not. He must have been losing his mind. Things were suddenly odd around his now seemingly unfamiliar home; food missing from the fridge, things moved around to places they weren't before, and even his paintings felt like they were watching him at times.

There had to have been a reasonable explanation for all of this, but Squidward was yet to find one.

A flinch came from Squidward as another loud CLANK was heard from underground. One of his paintings had been knocked off the wall. He walked over and picked it up to put it back, but something grazed his finger as he held it.

It was something black- and very small. What was that? And since when was that there? He decided he would try and take it to Sandy after work today- as much as he didn't want to see the squirrel- and see if she knew what it was.

Another loud CLANK came from underneath him, one so loud it shook the house's core, causing Squidward to drop the black piece once in his hands. He was growing more and more irritated by the second. "The kelp is your problem?" He stomped angrily on the ground, as if someone could hear him.

He scoffed and placed the painting back on the wall. Maybe I should check the other paintings, he thought, but a pounding at the door led him astray from the thought.

He opened the door to be jump scared by the face of his least favorite person in the sea: the one and only Spongebob SquarePants.