Bikini bottom plague

Chapter 2:"The Gas Spreads"

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Chapter 2: The Gas Spreads

It started as a normal day at the Krusty Krab. SpongeBob was flipping Krabby Patties with his usual enthusiasm, and Squidward was grumbling behind the counter, barely paying attention to the customers.

“Another day, another customer that can’t appreciate good service,” Squidward muttered, glaring at the crowd.

SpongeBob smiled, unfazed by Squidward’s complaints. “You know, Squidward, you should try smiling more. It makes everything better!”

But something wasn’t quite right. Through the window, the day outside seemed oddly quiet. No laughter, no fish swimming past the Krusty Krab, just the low hum of the ocean.

Then, it started.

At first, it was just a strange coughing sound coming from outside. SpongeBob glanced out the window, spotting a couple of customers walking toward the entrance. They looked... off, their movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

“Uh, Squidward?” SpongeBob asked nervously, pointing out the window.

Squidward didn’t even look up. “What now, SpongeBob? Another fish in a hurry for a Krabby Patty?”

But SpongeBob wasn’t laughing. He stared, wide-eyed, as the customers outside started to gag and stumble, their bodies trembling as their skin grew pale and their eyes turned dark.

“Squidward!” SpongeBob called again, now panicking. “Something’s wrong with them!”

Squidward sighed. “Oh, great. Now we’ve got sick customers. What’s next, a health inspection?”

But Mr. Krabs was too distracted, counting his piles of money in the corner, to notice the growing problem. He hummed to himself, oblivious to the strange events unfolding outside.

Suddenly, one of the customers outside collapsed, their body twisting in unnatural ways as they shrieked in agony. SpongeBob gasped.

“Mr. Krabs!” SpongeBob shouted, pointing at the window. “Look!”

Mr. Krabs, startled, turned around, and squinted. “What in the barnacles...?”

Before he could react, the customer’s body jerked unnaturally, their skin now a sickly shade of green, their mouth opening to reveal sharp, jagged teeth.

“WHAT THE HELL?!?!!” Squidward screamed, leaping back from the counter, but it was too late. The customer—now fully transformed into a zombie—charged forward, dragging others into the madness.

Chaos erupted in the Krusty Krab. The customers began mutating before their eyes, their eyes hollow, and their mouths twisted into grotesque smiles. SpongeBob and Squidward backed away from the counter, trying to avoid the infected.

“GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!” Mr. Krabs shouted, finally realizing the gravity of the situation. But as he reached for the door, the toxic gas from the explosion earlier filled the restaurant. The door opened, and the deadly green mist swirled inside, consuming everything in its path.

Squidward and SpongeBob ran for the back door, but the gas was closing in fast. They were choking, coughing, and dizzy, the air thick with fumes.

Just as they were about to be overtaken, the back door slammed open. Standing there, wearing gas masks, were Sandy and Plankton—Plankton now in his mecha suit to gain height and reach them faster.

“Follow me, now!” Sandy shouted, rushing forward.

SpongeBob and Squidward didn’t hesitate. They grabbed the helmets from Sandy’s hands and put them on, just as the gas began to fill the room.

Sandy led the group through the back hall, moving quickly as the gas continued to spill through the Krusty Krab. The world outside seemed to be slowly turning into a nightmare. The loud banging of the zombies outside echoed through the walls as the building trembled under the pressure.

“Come on! We need to get to my house,” Sandy urged. “It’s the safest place right now!”

They ran through the streets, hearing the distant sounds of chaos growing louder. The once lively Bikini Bottom was now a place of terror, with the zombies crawling through every corner.

Sandy led them to her house, but even then, they weren’t safe. The sound of zombies banging on the dome grew louder as they reached the door. Sandy quickly activated the emergency protocol, sealing off the house with thick metal walls. The zombies continued to claw at the dome, their groans growing more desperate.

Inside, the group stood in tense silence, knowing they were safe—for now. But the reality of what was happening hit them hard.

The apocalypse had begun.

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This keeps the action going while also setting up the survivors’ next move. Let me know if you'd like to change or add anything!