Tentacles Entangled (Squidward x Reader)

Drunken Sailor Coke

Plankton walked into the Krusty Krab. It was the next day after (Y/N)'s breakdown. After the abortion, she left carrying the fetus without saying anything else. Probably to grieve or some gay ass shit.

After she had left, he and Squidward talked about their plan. It seemed (Y/N) didn't exactly like Spongebob anymore, but they both agreed it was still necessary to take him down. He was still in the way no matter the situation.

"Where you at Eugene to the Krabs?!" Plankton announced as he entered. He needed to see him and ASAP. No more fucking around like a tiny bish because he wasn't a tiny bish, he was a tiny man. Shit needed to get done. Spongebob needed to be taken d-o-w-n.

Plankton had a reasonable amount of money and knew there was no way that fat red ass would deny his offer.

The iconic sea shanty, 'What Would You do With A Drunken Sailor?' began to play throughout the Krusty Krab as soon as Eugene opened his office door. "Why don'tcha come in, Plankton?" His name was spoken with sour SPICE. Damn, what did Plankton ever do to him?

Plankton happily walked into his office with a smug ass grin on his face despite Eugene's attitude. "Alright, sit down Krabs. I got a deal you can't refuse."

"Harhahrhhahrhthshr." He did that stupid laugh he does that no one knows how to type. "Let me guess. Something to get my formuler?"

Oh thank god. He didn't know about... that. "Nah... you garden hoe, you." Plankton said, trying to cover up how disturbed he was just thinking about that "ingredient".

Krabs raised a brow as Plankton hopped onto his desk that was covered in money.

"I'll give you 420 dollars and 69 cents for that pathetic whelp you call Spongeboob."

Before Plankton could even BREATHE to tell him as to why he would buy Spongebob from him, or try to raise up the price, Mr. Krabs happily complied. That sweaty bitch. Mr. Krabs's eyes turned into money signs as he scooped up the money from Sheldon with his big meaty claws.

"Why didn't you just say so, you green penis boy?!" He handed over Spongebob's contact. "He's in the kitchen doing whatever that gigolo does while making patties."

Plankton shivered thinking about what went into those patties. Krab semen was in him once. Jesus.

"Harharhahrhedushfieuab. Why don't we sniff one to celebrate, aye?"

"Nani?"

Krabs pointed a meaty claw at his sexy pile of cash. "Why else do you think I leave money out in the open on me desk? I would need a reason for that or I would be INSANE?"

More insane than you already fucking is, bitch. Plankton thought.

"Because you are greedy, selfish, and you have no love life so you seclude yourself in the one thing that makes you happy in this miserable life?" Sheldon asked.

"No, maitey!" Plankton was dumbfounded Krabs ignored his comment. "I cover it in cocaine!"

Of fucking course.

"Alright, let's snort it, motha fucka." The little green penis wasn't going to actually snort it.... But if he denied it would probably come off as hella rude. Not something you want to do in a deal.

Eugene, the red giant, plunged his nose into the great green pile, snorting louder than the sounds of gunfire in Saudi Arabia and/or the shouts of millenials charging Area 51.

Sheldon made his way slowly to the cocaine pile, he gave it a small sniff out of curiosity and he made sure none of it entered his system. That shit was cheap. Of course Krabs wouldn't spend his money on the good shit. Sheldon rolled up a dollar like a blunt and did his best to blend in with the environment.

As soon as the Area 51 snorting stopped that made Plankton's ears bleed, Krabs went still. Damn, was the coke that good?

"Eugene, can I get the boob or...?"

He remained still.

"Eugene?" He poked the fatty krabbyo with his tiny penis stub. Honesty, Eugene was so fat he would be 100 dollars easy at Walmart for some wrinkly human.

Silence lingered from the krab. The sea shanties that played in the background began to dwindle.

"...Eugene?"

Sheldon hopped onto Mr. Krabs' homosexual (Plankton was aloud to think that because he was secretly gay, except for robots) zig zagged nose to check his breathing. Nothing. Oh my god, Mr. Krabs overdosed and he fucking died. Those bastards. He was too young. Only 696940area51 years old. Get them aliens.

Wait. Did Plankton own the Krusty Krab now? It was known among all of Bikini Bottom citizens that he didn't have no will. Oh well. Plankton ripped the keys to the Krusty Krab from Krabs' pants. He would serve the corpse as food later.

"Spongebob!" Plankton screamed at the top of his tiny green penis lungs as he entered the kitchen.

The yellow Sponge turned in shock, spatula in hand. His eyes narrowed.

Plankton flinched. Spongebob had never been so... unsettling.

"Plankton..." He muttered.

"Uh... yeah. You work for me now so..."

Spongebob's evil glare vanished, as if he realized what he was doing. "W-what? Why?? What about my god, my hero, Mr. Krabs?"

"Well... Neptune took him if you know what I mean."

"W-what?"

Plankton rolled his eye, not wanting to explain what just happened. "Pack your things. You're main station will be the Chum Bucket from now on. You'll only work the Krusty Krab on Monday's and hump day. I will be your boss 24/7 and you will work 24/7. 69 cents an hour. That's a 69 cent raise so you're welcome."

Spongebob started sobbing like a bitch.

Looks like he wasn't going to have any time to see (Y/N) anymore.

Plankton ignored him, walking out of the kitchen to meet Squidward at his retarded boat station. Plankton could think that because he was special needs as well. No hate. Respect.

"The plan had been carried through, bish. You're shift is over, go get your girl."

Squidward smiled... but it vanished as he eyed Plankton suspiciously. "Won't Mr. Krabs notice I'm gone?"

"The assclown is dead. Now go."

The sexy squid shrugged and exited the restaurant. If there was a funeral, he wasn't going to attend.

He yeeted off his employee hat and yeeted himself out of the glass doors.

Sheldon J. Plankton smiled as he watched the slender tentacle man head vanish into the sunset.

If (Y/N) was going to have a child with anyone, it should be him.