Crossover Weirdmageddon

Season 2 Episode1: Squidward and his clarinet

Part 11: Squidward and His Clarinet

In the chaos of the multiversal upheaval, one might think that the fate of worlds would be determined by heroes and villains, powerful forces clashing in a battle for the very fabric of reality. But, far below all that—back in the familiar, quirky town of Bikini Bottom—Squidward Tentacles was facing a personal crisis that, though seemingly trivial in the grand scheme of things, was every bit as important to him as any epic showdown.

The Storm in Bikini Bottom

It had been a few weeks since the battle against Bill Cipher had raged through the dimensions, and life in Bikini Bottom was slowly returning to normal—or at least as normal as life could be for the denizens of the underwater city. SpongeBob was his usual energetic self, Patrick was still clueless, and Mr. Krabs was obsessing over profit as usual. But Squidward, ever the artist and the intellectual (at least in his own mind), had grown increasingly disillusioned with the world around him.

Though the universe had been on the brink of destruction, Squidward's primary concern was the state of his clarinet skills. It was always the same story—he worked at the Krusty Krab, lived in a humble little house, and constantly had to endure the relentless cheerfulness of SpongeBob and the idiocy of Patrick. But the one thing that was his, truly his, was his music.

His clarinet was an extension of his soul, a way to express the deep well of frustration and dissatisfaction that he felt in his life. It was the one area where Squidward believed he truly excelled. But recently, his beloved clarinet had become a source of frustration. He had been practicing more and more, but no matter what he did, it seemed that something was missing. His once-perfect notes now seemed flat. The rich melodies he once conjured now felt hollow.

A Moment of Despair

It was late one evening, and Squidward was in his living room, surrounded by music sheets and half-finished compositions. His clarinet sat idly in his hands, the instrument he had once mastered now feeling like a burden. The last few days had been a blur of effort and failure, and he was beginning to wonder if perhaps his time as a musician had passed.

Squidward looked out his window, staring at the stars shining above the ocean's surface. He could feel the ripple of recent events—a vague sense of cosmic disturbance that no one else seemed to notice. The rift that had nearly torn apart the multiverse seemed so distant from his life, yet somehow... it was affecting him. Everything felt out of tune. Maybe it was the strange new energy that permeated the air, or perhaps it was just the endless monotony of his daily existence.

With a dramatic sigh, he picked up his clarinet and began to play a melancholic tune—a song about loss, frustration, and the futility of it all. His fingers moved across the keys, producing a soft, somber melody that echoed through his empty living room. The sound was familiar, yet alien to him. It felt wrong, like something had shifted inside him, and the music just wasn't right anymore.

As he played, he barely noticed the subtle changes happening around him.

A Mysterious Visitor

Unbeknownst to Squidward, far beyond the layers of reality, Bill Cipher was watching. The triangular being, who had caused so much chaos across the multiverse, had his eye on Bikini Bottom. He had a reason for doing so. The disturbance Squidward was feeling—the sense of something amiss—was not by accident. Bill Cipher had a plan, and he knew that Squidward, with his deep frustration and unfulfilled potential, was the perfect vessel for his next phase of chaos.

Bill had a special kind of power—one that could influence not only reality but the emotional states of individuals. And Squidward, with his artistic soul and tendency toward existential dread, was the perfect target.