Boating Buddies (Yandere Spongebob x Squidward)

10-Cutty Buddies

Sandy's POV

Sandy had to blink multiple times before she realized the sight before her was reality.

Patrick took a step back, bumping into the wall in the process. What lay before them was only clarification of Sandy's suspicions. Something or someone was terrorizing bikini bottom, and it appeared as though it had found its first subject.

Sweat pooled on her forehead as she let out a shuddering breath. The first thing the two noticed when they entered SpongeBob's house was what had taken up the center space of the room: pools of blood with seemingly chopped-up pieces of flesh that covered the floor.

There was a red stain that got brighter and brighter the longer it went, eventually leading to a separate door in the house.

However, it didn't seem like it was SpongeBob's house at all anymore, but an exact replica of Squidward's as it had the same furniture, walls, and layout. It confusingly did not look like it had been done professionally due to the scattered construction pieces and wood that had piled up on the floor.

The paintings, on the other hand, were oddly suspicious. They looked similar to the ones in Squidward's residence, but had another yellow figure drawn into them as well. As Sandy looked around more, she realized it was every painting that had this yellow inserted in.

Sandy and Patrick gagged at the smell of the room, the flies becoming more and more apparent as their heads cleared.

But Sandy began, "What is going on here?" She nearly gagged on the words as they left her mouth, but then spoke again, "Where is SpongeBob?"

She hadn't the slightest idea of what had occurred here, but was certain it was not Spongebob's doing. After all, why would anyone suspect the happiest creature in Bikini Bottom?

"What is that..?" Patrick finally spoke, feeling uneasy as well.

"I don't know," Sandy blurted, interrupting anything Patrick was about to suggest. "I don't know," she said again quietly.

And without saying any more, Sandy began walking towards the door in the room. Patrick yelled but it came out as a mere whisper, "Sandy, don't—"

But Sandy just held up a hand, signaling him to stay there and remain silent. She didn't need to say anything to convey that message.

She had to step very carefully in order to avoid the pools of blood and flesh, all of a sudden noticing the scratch marks on the floor, feeling like a sign that they shouldn't be there.

Sandy eventually reached the door where the blood trail ended. She lifted a cautious hand to meet the handle, looking at Patrick once before turning the bar down, down, down.

She nearly winced as a loud squeak filled the room, the door handle betraying her instantly. It was almost as if this was all a trap in itself. The door had been locked.

Shooting a worried glare at Patrick, Sandy shook her head. Patrick was now clenching his fists, signaling Sandy to hurry back so they could leave.

But she was not about to walk out without some type of answer. Rather than retreating and heading back to flee his house, she continued on towards the scene in the middle of SpongeBob's house. Each step was heavy, and the closer she got, the more afraid she became.

Patrick let out a grunt of worry and impatience as Sandy approached the mess. Once she arrived, she was convinced her breathing stopped altogether.

Those previous unidentified remains now became disturbingly clear. Squidwards flesh lay in many different areas of the room, scattered as if he had been chopped up so aggressively it sent them flying. The pieces of him, she realized, were the source of the rotting smell that encaptured the room. She held back a gag in her throat.

Spongebobs home was usually so cheery and bright, but whatever happened here changed that into the opposite. Sandy stared at the floor. She knew that Squidward had struggled, but something far stronger had overpowered him.

"Sandy!" Patrick yelled in a whisper voice, "We need to go!"

But she couldnt move. Her body betrayed her as she was left so emotionally shocked that her physical body went numb. Tears filled her eyes, but she did not allow them to fall. "Sandy!" Patrick called again.

Sandys head quickly snapped to look behind her, now hearing what seemed to be footsteps approaching the door she had just made an attempt at opening. Still, she realized, that did not mean it was locked on the other side.

The footsteps seemed to align with Sandys as she raced for the window trying to be as quiet as possible. She signaled Patrick with a silent gesture to head out the window first as she made her way back.

Patricks attempts at getting through the window only made Sandy more and more anxious the longer it took. "Hurry!!" She whispered, but only received a struggling grunt in response.

He was stuck, and they were moments from being caught. Sandy pushed Patrick as hard as she could, the footsteps getting louder and louder by the moment.

With one final push, Patrick was out. Sandy hopped through the window as fast as possible, hearing a door creak open simultaneously. She ducked below the window pulling Patrick down with her.

She wasnt stupid enough to peek in and see exactly who had come out of that door, but it had felt as though that was the least of her worries at the moment. She would easily find out the culprit if they were caught and cut into a million pieces.

The same footsteps that were once muffled had become clear, pounding her ears like the pounding in her chest. That was until she believed her heart had stopped completely.

"Who is inside my house?" A voice said.

Sandy covered her mouth in terror, the voice sounding completely foreign to them both. The footsteps got closer, and Sandy fully believed that they were done for.

That yellow figure from the paintings on the wall peered outside the window, but Sandy and Patrick had already gone running as fast as they could, not stopping until they found their hearts beating and legs mush.