Tattletale Strangler X SpongeBob SquarePants

Surprise, More of This Terrible Story

A day at Glove World with Patrick is something I haven't done in a few years, so it was safe to say I was excited to finally go back. I'm glad he suggested this trip, and spending time with Pat is never dull. It would definitely take my mind off of the Strangler.

On the other hand, I questioned whether the world wanted me to have a good day. I woke up to a cloudy sky with rain pouring down, ruining the plans.

Pat came over after awhile, his demeanor still cheery. Though that's Patrick, he's rarely ever brought down by anything.

We decided to just hang out at my house and watch some re-runs of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy and eat some tacos and popcorn.

For someone who can't open a pickle jar well, Pat can make some mean tacos.

"That rain is really coming down out there," I say as I lean to look out the porthole window. "I'm glad we didn't try to go to Glove World and wait out the rain."

I looked down at Patrick who was seated on the floor, his face covered in taco meat, as well as the floor around him. I couldn't be mad at him though, it wouldn't be hard to clean anyway.

"I wish we would've went, I'm craving cotton candy. Wait, do you have any?" He looked up expectantly, with hopeful eyes.

"I don't think so, Pat," I sadly state, "but I think I bought some brownie bites-" With that, Patrick dashed out to the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards.

I slouched back into my seat, watching the credits begin to roll on the episode. I groan, getting up out of my chair to pick out a DVD to watch instead.

All of a sudden the power goes off, making the room go dark. Had it already gotten that late as to where it's already dark outside?

There was some clattering from the kitchen, causing me to startle. "Pat, you okay?" I waited for a response, but it went eerily quiet. "Uh, there should be a flashlight on the counter somewhere."

After a moment I heard some footsteps. And as quickly as I heard them, they went away without warning. "Did you find it?" I questioned after the silence began to haunt me again.

With a click I could see a light appear in the kitchen. "O-oh, good." I waited for Patrick to come back into the living room, but the silence fell back over the house. The light staying still.

I started to make way way to the kitchen, worrying if Pat was okay. My steps were slow and cautious, and I wondered why the air was so thick. When I was about to enter the room, the flashlight turned off, leaving it completely dark.

"PATRICK?" I yell as I stop moving, my hand resting on the doorframe. It was still silent, with only a crack of thunder waking me from my daze.

Hands grabbed me from behind, making me yelp in surprise. My back was firmly pressed into the doorframe behind me, almost violently, but not hurting me.

"I'm back." A deep voice aggressively whispered. I was too shocked and scared to muster words as two hands found their way to my throat. "'Bout time I finished you off."

My hands shot up to claw at his tightening grip, trying to push him away. "N-no, please no," I struggle to say as my airway was slowly closing.

"Goodnight, tattletale." He said as he held one hand to my throat and brought the other hand back, a fist colliding with my jaw. I was knocked out cold.

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My head felt a bit achy, but I felt comfortable as my eyes slowly began to open. I was in my room, in my bed. I felt a draft though as I realized that I had slept on top of my blanket. 'How did I end up... Not dead?'

I sat up, rubbing my eyes and stretching out my muscles. 'Nothing's broken...' I wondered as I looked around my room.

My eyes then fell on the note that was placed on my night stand.

SpongeBob, I planned on strangling you to death, but after knocking you out, I decided on a different punishment for you. Expect me back soon.
PS. Your pink friend is fine. I took him home.

I set the note back down and rubbed my face. I didn't want him to come back. I didn't know why he was sparing my life as well as Patrick's, but I don't want him to try and be our friend after all this.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to clean up. 'How did he even get in my house in the first place?'

That's when I caught sight of the hickey on my neck in the bathroom mirror.

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~ AN ~ Let's pretend that they're in a human type of form. Also, this is really shitty plot lmao, I don't know where this is going anymore. But hey, there are 800 words in this chapter, not bad, huh?