Boating Buddies (Yandere Spongebob x Squidward)

7-Bloody Buddies

Squidward's eyes opened slowly. His throat was dry, unable to get any words out; he hadn't had water in who knows how long.

He was in a different place than the bed he was previously in. The lights flickered above his head, though he didn't seem to have the strength to look at them.

Moments later, a familiar face walked through the door. The room stilled as SpongeBob made his way up to Squidward. He paused for a moment.

A hand slowly moved and sat on Squidward's shoulder. Spongebob began to slowly caress him, moving up and down his arm.

"So...so ripe," he mumbled breathlessly.

SpongeBob's disturbingly cheerful demeanor didn't sit right with Squidward. His breath hitched, letting out a gulp. "Why are you doing this!?" He asked as the color began to leave his face.

Before Spongebob said anything, Squidward caught sight of something shiny in Spongebob's hand.

"What- what is that!? What are you doing!?" But there was no answer.

Squidward's heart raced as a cold sensation reached his arm in the form of a knife. He let out a scream as it the pain finally set; Spongebob was cutting him.

Spongebob continued to say nothing, and Squidward's screams were endless. The cuts weren't too deep, as Sponge didn't have the intention of killing him. The knife slid across his pale skin smoothly.

Blood poured from his arms, and Squidward was battling unconscious more and more. Eventually, he became so weak that his voice didn't seem to cooperate anymore.

As his head hung low, Spongebob smiled. After staying silent for an hour of torture, he smiled. His hands were red with Squidward's blood, but he liked it. He relished in the feeling.

Spongebob took his hands and rubbed them all across his face. The spongy yellow faded to red, and he closed his eyes as he sighed.

He rose a smile and moved closer to Squidward's face.

"Did you know," he put a finger to his mouth and licked it, "The blood of a squid is like magic for the pores of a sponge."

Spongebob chuckled, and all Squidward could do was look into his eyes as he remembered the sponge he used to know.

With his strength almost completely depleted, he listened as Spongebob spoke once more. "Don"t worry," he smiled, "Your head will remain unharmed. We may need that later."

The demonic and robot like voice made Squidward quake with fear. All hopes of freedom were lost. Squidward felt like his heart was beating out of his chest; at any moment it could erupt.

Spongebob looked at him, he was so happy. He truly believed Squidward had never looked more beautiful. It felt like everything was just as it should be. But something...something was incomplete. Soon all would sit at peace.

"You won't get away with this," Squidward managed to get out in fragments. "I'll stop you. Someone will stop you." His body sagged once more.

Spongebob lifted his chin to meet his eyes, "Oh...my dear squid. You really think someone is coming for you? Everyone wanted you gone. I can garuntee the only thing going on out there is celebration. It's liberation day for the folks of Bikini Bottom."

"No..." Squidward mumbled. "Someone will come for me."

"Who? Mr. Krabs?" He laughed loudly, "I wouldn't count on it." Spongebob turned around and began to walk towards the door.

"I don't understand," Squid pleaded, "Why do this to me?! Why do that to him?!" He felt his strength returning, or maybe it was his anger rising. He couldn't wrap his head around the intentions of a simple sponge.

Spongebob, back turned, spoke as if it were as clear as day, "Why does anyone do anything? Why do you play your clarinet? Why do I get up every day and go to work? Some people say it's to achieve pleasure; to avoid pain. But you aren't ready yet, Squidward. We have work to do."

His head clouded with every word that came out of Spongebob's mouth. "You keep saying that. Saying, 'Are you ready?'", he tugged on the ropes holding him hostage. "What does it mean!? Tell me!"

"You do not tell me what to do, my dear squid. We're no longer at the Krusty Krab taking orders for the scum of this town." He faced Squidward and leaned against a wall.

"And Squidward, do not ask questions you do not want answered. You are ready when you say you are. You are ready when I say you are. We will be ready, soon enough."

Rather than objecting vocally, Squidward tugged on the ropes as hard as he could. Still, nothing worked.

"I'm doing this because I love you, Squid," he walked over towards him, and Squidward wanted to cower with fear.

But he spoke his mind, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. "I'll never love you. Even if you bleed me dry, I'll never love you."

Those four words played over and over in Spongebob's head. No other words would
strike his heart this deeply. But things were different now. In the past, Spongebob wasn't able to punish Squidward and show him the truth. Now, he had taken that luxury.

"Squids have six limbs, correct?" He spoke softly, which was even more unsettling then when he was yelling.

When Squidward didn't answer, he was still unbothered. Nothing he said could change his mind now. Spongebob picked up the shiny knife - now covered in blood - once more. He wiped it clean and smiled at his reflection.

"You'll live with five."

So Spongebob began to cut away. Red clouded his vision. He hummed a familiar tune.

Squidward screamed and screamed, but his cries remained unheard.