Boating Buddies (Yandere Spongebob x Squidward)

17-Truddy Buddies

When Squidward awoke, SpongeBob was already gone.

He was not surprised when he looked at his other arm to see another chunk of flesh missing, but the pain never seemed to get old.

The silence that filled the air did not sit well with him, but it was better than any nagging or...other things SpongeBob would do.

Squidward had no idea what time it was, the sandy walls of underground permitting no light whatsoever.

He had been thinking of this moment for days. Today would be the day he escaped. For real.

No more thoughtless attempts at escape. Squidward knew that if he messed up this time, there may be no opportunity for another chance.

Things were much easier for him now that he was no longer tied up, but he still had many other things to worry about.

Because there were no clocks or windows to tell him the time of day, he had no clue as to when SpongeBob would return.

For all he knew, it could have been 11 am or 5pm. The pain in his body did not co-operate with a normal sleeping schedule.

Squidward spent no time hesitating. He headed straight for the same long hallway he had once seen briefly.

This time, however, lights lined the ceilings. Squidward looked up to see painfully constructed lights with bulbs nearly falling out of them. They creaked as he passed.

As he moved with a swift pace, he noticed the many blood stains covering the floor and walls. Squidward wondered whose blood it was. Perhaps it was his; it all looked the same.

Once Squidward arrived at the staircase, he pushed onward and opened the first door with ease.

He looked around. It was his—

No. It was SpongeBob's house.

He wondered how many lies SpongeBob kept in order to get what he wanted. Squidward didn't dwell on what exactly that was, though. He held on to his ignorance in that aspect.

But when he finally reached the blue front door binding him to an eternity in hell, he stopped.

Squidward's legs became stone as he wondered what would happen once he walked out that door. Would SpongeBob be there waiting for him? Perhaps this was another one of his tricks, enjoying the torment and anguish that Squidward felt during his time held captive.

He thought about what SpongeBob had said.

'Everyone wanted you gone. I can guarantee the only thing going on out there is celebration.'

If that was true, perhaps no one could save him now. Maybe his fate involved being permanently condemned to this life he had been forced to live.

Squidward wondered if the others he had once worked and lived with would also do such a thing to him.

He was so tired. Squidward knew that it would be so easy to stay underground and simply obey. No more tension. No more fighting.

Squidward's mind and actions were contradictory. His mind had begun to cave in on itself.

He closed his eyes as a tear fell down his cheek.

But he would fight.

Even if all of Bikini Bottom turned its back on him like SpongeBob said they did. Even if he was the only one in the world who was fighting for something good. Even if he knew that he was losing important parts of himself in all of this mess.

He put a hand to the door. It was cold, but he ignored it nonetheless.

And in one swift movement, the door swung open.

The tears dried up on his face as the wind greeted him at last. But rather than the sun shining upon him, night bared its fangs. Squidward's heart dropped; he had no time. SpongeBob would be returning home any minute now, and if he was left alone at night...

Perhaps he was better off with SpongeBob—

He shut out the thought immediately, that cursed name making him wince. He would not let himself become what SpongeBob wanted him to be.

Squidward took a step out into the cold. One look left, one look right.

Then he ran.

The feeling was so foreign to him. It was a type of adrenaline so different from what SpongeBob had made him feel. He tasted the air around him. The taste of freedom.

His five remaining legs pushed him on and on, running faster than he thought he could possible move.

He bolted towards the road, pebbles embedding themselves into his feet. Squidward didn't mind.

Despite the burning in his legs, he continued onward. He only slowed his pace when he saw a faint light in the road brighten.

It was a boat heading straight for him, the yellow hues staining his eyes.

It sped up before him, and then a loud shriek came from whoever was driving. The car rose on two wheels as it came to a hard stop.

Mrs. Puff yelled breathlessly, "Squidward?! What are you doing in the middle of the road? And at this time of night?!"

Squidward stared at one of the many faces he thought he'd never see again.

But he didn't have time for conversation. Who knows where SpongeBob was. Maybe he was already on his trail by now.

Squidward ignored her, Mrs. Puff letting out a sigh in confusion and agitation. He was very aware that he had almost caused her to wreck, he simply didn't have the time to care.

Picking up speed once again, Squidward ran. He heard Mrs. Puff yell in his direction before driving off.

"We miss you at Boating School!"

He didn't have time to think about that, either. Squidward only had one goal in mind.

He was heading for the one place he knew he would be safe. There was one person who could defend him and possibly defeat the monster that was SpongeBob.

Night chased after him, his vision becoming blurry with exhaustion as well.

Once he arrived, he swore to himself it was all some sick joke.

The doors of the tree dome were just as comforting as he expected them to be. And as he knocked on them with all his might, he prayed she would be waiting on the other side.

There was a pop, and the door slid open.

Squidward stared straight into those eyes, feeling as if his heart stopped right in his chest.

"Squidward," she said.

He nearly collapsed to the floor.

"Sandy."