Timmy POV
God what is wrong with them?!? How could they embarrass me like that?!? In front of the team!!! I told them over and over and over, but they just don't get it, do they?!?!?
I stomped through piles of stacked metal, plastic, and papers. I don't know where I am going but wherever it is I'm- squeaksqueak. I stopped dead in my tracks. That sound again. I turned around and looked at my surroundings. Nothing. My eyes scanned the area. I see bottles, broken pieces of furniture, old books, books, bottles, newspapers, books- wait. I walked to the stack of newspapers and looked at the dates. The same newspapers were found in SpongeBob's library. Something isn't right. Everything isn't right. The thing about the Titans, Kind Neptune, and SpongeBob's disappearance. Then I spot a different newspaper. I picked it up, my hands shaking either because of the pain or tiredness.
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Pending War
With no further updates given out to the public from King Neptune, citizens are advised to swim towards the Indian Ocean. There citizens of the sea may receive safe passage to the Atlantic Ocean where King Neptune the II's palace, which is now a sanctuary, to all fishfolk. It is highly advised to travel in groups due to the creatures above. They still hunt for our flesh and this isn't something to be taken lightly. If you still wish to remain in your homes, stay indoors and only leave for necessities.
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I stared for a long while. I read it again. King Neptune the II? There's a second one?? Did the ones in SpongeBob's house have the II on them? I'm pretty sure there wasn't the II on any of the papers. My grip on the papers tightened, crumpling it under my palm, how many Neptunes are there? I opened the newspaper again and flipped through it. Other pages were just about survival skills, what to do if you're caught on a hook or a net, what to do if you're spotted by a cyclops, and so on. I flipped and flipped then my eyes paused on a specific page. Tears start to swell up in my eyes. "SpongeBob.." I whimpered. A whole page dedicated to him. The title was Please Come Home and below it was a bunch of photos and quotes from friends of his. He is so loved... but he is lonely too. He must've had a been a big impact on all the people. Why else would they have a whole page dedicated to him coming home? I stared at his photo, the photo he took when he became Employee of the Month for the 57th time. I sat down slowly and leaned my back on an oil barrel. I know I'm crying. I can feel the tears stinging my cheeks.
It's weird crying for someone. You're not sad because you're hurt or it happened to you, you're sad because you're afraid you'll never experience another moment with that someone. It's the opposite. I remember crying like this once, and it was when my fairies were almost taken away from me. I was so scared at that moment. Now, it's different. I don't know where he is. I have no clue what he's up to and I don't know if he's even alive or not! I hugged the newspaper to my chest. I hugged it tightly. I cried. After not crying for such a long time.
Jimmy POV
We land abruptly on the cold sand. I coughed out the sand from my mouth. "Do you always have to make us land like that?" I asked in annoyance. I pulled myself up and dusted the sand off my clothes. Wanda and Cozmo shrugged. "Sorry kid, we're just used to it. Timmy seems to land perfectly fine" Wanda pointed out. Fenton stretched his back, "Of course, Timmy lands perfectly fine. He's your godchild! He makes wishes with you all the time." he stated the obvious. I sighed and looked around, realizing Turner was nowhere to be seen. "Turner has vanished again" I sighed. I feel Fenton move forward, "Oh no.. where could've he gone now?!" his concern overflowing now. It was obvious the visions presented by the Fairy Programs had left a toll on him. I don't blame him. What we saw was depressing. I couldn't believe this happened, especially to a team member, a friend.
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