Creepypasta One-Shots

Suicide Squidward

(Requested by @GianDelaCruz698)

It was a late evening in Bikini Bottom, and the soft hum of the ocean above was like a lullaby to Y/n. She sat at the Krusty Krab, her fingertips tracing circles in the condensation of her glass of water, while her eyes wandered across the almost-empty restaurant. The lights flickered slightly, casting shadows that danced on the wall.

She'd been feeling a weight on her chest, like something intangible pulling her down. Her mind had been troubled lately, a mix of anxious thoughts and sadness that she couldn't shake. This wasn't her usual spot, but something had drawn her here. Maybe it was the quiet. Maybe it was the idea that in a place full of noise and bustling life, she could be unseen for a moment. Unnoticed.

But someone did notice her.

Squidward Tentacles stood behind the counter, his usual mask of indifference draped across his face. He had seen many patrons come and go, most of them loud and oblivious to the world around them, but Y/n caught his eye. There was something in her demeanor that mirrored his own — a sense of loneliness, perhaps. That quiet discontent that lurked just beneath the surface.

After a moment of contemplation, Squidward approached, though his expression remained as flat as ever. "Do you want another glass of water, or is staring at that one your new hobby?"

Y/n looked up, startled at first, but she met his gaze. There was a flicker of recognition — not that she knew him personally, but she understood him in a way that went beyond words. "I was just thinking," she replied, her voice soft.

Squidward snorted, leaning on the counter with his tentacles. "Dangerous pastime. I try to avoid it when I can." His tone was dripping with sarcasm, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes, something unspoken, as though he was daring her to keep the conversation going.

A small smile played on Y/n's lips. "Sometimes you can't help it. The thoughts come anyway."

For a moment, they simply looked at one another, an understanding passing between them. Squidward, despite his reputation for being grumpy and detached, felt something stir within him. He'd always thought that no one really saw him. To the people in Bikini Bottom, he was just the grouchy cashier at the Krusty Krab, an eternal source of sarcasm. But Y/n's eyes told a different story. She saw more than his exterior — more than the façade he wore every day.

"You look like you've got more than just water on your mind," Squidward said, softer this time, and with a surprising touch of empathy.

Y/n sighed, leaning back in her seat. "It's been... rough. Life feels heavy sometimes, like I'm sinking."

Squidward's heart clenched, his usual snark falling away as he recognized the feeling. He'd been there — trapped in his own mind, overwhelmed by the weight of the world, and unsure how to escape. For years, he had buried his pain beneath layers of sarcasm and indifference, but in that moment, seeing Y/n's quiet struggle, he felt something shift.

"Yeah," Squidward said quietly, sitting down at the table across from her. "I know what you mean. It feels like no one understands, doesn't it? Like you're alone in it."

Y/n nodded, surprised at his openness. She hadn't expected Squidward to be the one to offer comfort, but there was something raw in his voice that resonated with her. "It feels like there's no escape sometimes."

There was a long pause. The hum of the restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment, surrounded by the quiet shared understanding of their pain.

"I used to think that too," Squidward said, staring down at his tentacles, his voice barely a whisper. "That I was stuck. That everything was pointless. It's hard to feel anything when the world seems so... bleak."

Y/n reached out then, her hand resting on the table between them. She didn't touch him, but the gesture was enough. "But you're still here."

Squidward looked up, his eyes meeting hers once more. "Barely," he admitted. "But maybe... maybe it helps to know someone else feels it too."

Y/n's heart softened. She could see the cracks in his armor, the pain that he had hidden from the world for so long. And in that vulnerability, she found a connection she hadn't expected. Maybe neither of them had the answers, but in this moment, they didn't need them. They had each other's company, and maybe, that was enough.

For the first time in a long while, Squidward felt something other than despair. It wasn't hope exactly, but it was something close. A sense of companionship, a realization that he wasn't as alone as he'd thought.

As the night wore on, they talked more, not about the things that hurt but about the little things that made life bearable — the soothing sound of the ocean, the way the moonlight shimmered on the water's surface, the quiet moments when the world seemed to slow down just enough to catch their breath.

When Y/n finally stood to leave, Squidward found himself reluctant to let her go. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "You can... come back anytime. If you want."

Y/n smiled at him, a genuine, warm smile that made his heart skip. "I think I will."

As she left the Krusty Krab, Squidward watched her disappear into the evening, the weight on his chest feeling just a little bit lighter. Maybe tomorrow would still be hard. Maybe they'd both still feel lost in their own ways. But for now, there was comfort in knowing that they had found someone who understood the depths they both swam in.

And sometimes, that was enough.

(Okay, fuck it. I'm turning this into a one-shot instead of just lemons and limes. You may now request whatever the fuck you want because I honestly give up 😭)