Boating Buddies (Yandere Spongebob x Squidward)

5-Cuddly Buddies

Squidward's awakening was strictly caused by the jerking movements and loud noises that surrounded him.

Everything was dark, his eyes still adjusting. Squidward tried to move around, but he seemed to be contained, his body only able to fit in a ball, wherever he was. And...what was that smell?

The movements that caused him to bump around eventually led him to realize: he was in a trash bag.

He was being carried by someone, and they were running. Fast. Each stride caused Squidward's head to ache from where he was hit.

Where was SpongeBob? Had he been kidnapped too? He went to object with his voice but his mouth seemed to be covered with some type of tape. The only sounds he managed to get out were ones of struggled humming. And that was when he heard it.

SpongeBob coughed once before singing loudly, "Takin' out the trash~! Takin' out the trash~! Takin' out the trash...at night!"

Squidward's stomach dropped.

No. No. There was absolutely no way SpongeBob was the one behind all of this. He- he would never do such a thing! SpongeBob of all people!?

He soon realized that he was not only restrained vocally, but his arms and legs were also tied up. After endless struggling, his efforts showed no results. Until a familiar voice crept up on them both, which remotivated Squidward to continue making noises and movements. Hopefully, something would get through and he would be saved.

SpongeBob panicked as Mr. Krabs approached him and a hidden Squidward. It'll be fine, he thought, Our old boss doesn't even know what's coming.

He stuttered, "Mr. Krabs! What are you doing out here so late?" Spongebob smiled innocently, as if no one was in the rather big trash bag he attempted to hide behind him.

"Well, I could ask you the same thing, boy," When he received no response, he continued, "What have ya got there?" He questioned, motioning to the bag behind him.

A trail of sweat slid down Spongebob's forehead. "Oh," he let out a forced chuckle, "Just taking out the trash."

Mr. Krabs raised an eyebrow, "This late at night?"

Sponge laughed once again, "Well, I am working the night shift!" He crossed his legs and tapped his fingers. He was so close; everything he wanted was right at his fingertips.

"Aye, that's true. Guess I forgot." Spongebob let out a sigh of relief as Mr. Krabs began walking past him. He was in the clear. Or at least he thought.

The bagged Squidward was moving around more than before, letting out moans of distress and doing anything possible to get someone's attention. And it worked.

Mr Krabs stopped where he stood. "Boy, something's wrong with your bag. What've you got in there?"

There was no way Spongebob would let things end like this. It was not over yet.

"Nothing, Mr. Krabs, just go home." He didn't feel like dealing with this right now. Any sense of fear was quickly wiped away and replaced with annoyance and determination.

"Hold it," he said, making his way to examine the bag and its components further.

But Spongebob's smile was no longer present. He took a step forward, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Mother of Pearl," Mr. Krabs whispered under his breath.

"Stop acting crazy, boy. Just open the bag." he reached a claw out to draw the string of the bag loose. Squidward almost leapt with joy as he saw the sky widen for a moment. His breath hitched.

"Squidw-," but his action was quickly cut short.

Literally.

In one clean movement, Mr. Krabs' eyes were no longer on his head.

He let out a loud scream, one that would have caused the whole town to wake up if SpongeBob hadn't driven a knife through his throat.

"You silly, stupid crustacean. You call it craziness, I call it love."

Spongebob stabbed many more times, making sure he proved his point. Each stab caused him to lose more control.

Mr. Krabs put a claw to his throat in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but nothing worked. He was going to die. He choked on the blood rushing out of his mouth, and Squidward's eyes swelled with tears as he was blind to the events occurring around him.

A nightmare, that had to be it. He was only dreaming, and would wake up soon, surely. But the thud of Mr. Krabs' corpse was enough to bring him back to reality.

He was going to die.

Spongebob wiped the blood covering his hands onto his pants. He bent down, picking up Mr. Krabs and dragging him towards the trash bag Squidward was in.

"Now what did I tell you, old man? You should have listened."

And at that moment, the familiar sky Squidward knew met him once more, this time accompanied by the face of a bloody Spongebob. "Get comfortable," he said.

Squidward panicked as he lowered Mr. Krabs' corpse into the bag with him. The blood from the eye-less body dripping onto his own clothes. He gagged as tears formed, unable to move as his own boss now lay dead on top of him.

He wanted to cover his nose, the uneasiness causing vomit to rise up his throat.

He wasn't okay, and as Spongebob skipped along and continued humming an eerie tune, he didn't think he would ever be again.