Hi kiddo's, its me, Poisonetta, instead of waiting forever to write my part of this fiction, I decided to go ahead and get mine done as soon as possible. I can only hope TM likes my part of the fic. I know its pretty short, and didn't go the way I planned, but I think I left you a good opening to go by, I'm so sorry if you hate it! I did try!! I LOVE YOU MAN!

...Anyway, off we go. Enjoy.

P-S: First story(chapter) I have wrote in forever, so sorry if its a bit rusty.

Knock Knock.

"Squidward, Squuuuidwaard!!" The young Sponge yelled as he smiled brightly.

"One second." A calm voice yelled back.

Finally, finally it was time, the plan was being put into action, he spent months upon months planning on how this would go, figuring out every way it could turn, analyzing every single movement and second, he had it perfect, nothing would go wrong, nothing could go wrong.

The door slowly opened. "Squidward, I know you didn't want me over but-"

"Come in." The blue Squid spoke quietly.

"Uh...What?"

"I said, come in." Voice still calm, no hint of any other emotion, perfectly disguised.

"Okay..." Spongebob muttered as he looked suspiciously at his neighbor, typically by now the door was slammed in his face.

"Why don't you take a seat..." The other spoke, keeping his voice calm and normal as he silently locked his door, he smiled proudly to himself.

"Thank you!" All suspicion thrown away, Squidward being kind to him was something he'd never had happened before, he looked at the room, "Hey Squiddy, why are all your portraits knocked down."

The blue man looked up, not expecting such questions.

"Uh...I'm preparing for more art." He spoke slowly to keep any hints of his true intentions out of his voice, he had to be careful as possible.

Sure, this could have probably been done more simple, he could have knocked out the boy right when he answered the door, hell, he could do that right this second. But he didn't want to, no, that would be to simple, to easy. Besides, the young boy couldn't defend himself once Squidward was ready to get him, he was simply too weak, too fragile. Squidward could easily and quickly overpower the Sponge once he was ready. And it would be soon, very soon when he would reveal his true intentions.

"Spongebob, have you ever been hurt? Attacked? Or anything similar?" Squidward asked as he made sure his voice sounded nonchalant.

"Well...Once Patrick punched me, but it was just because I asked him to have a fake fight with me and I don't think he really understood what I meant." Spongebob laughed nervously at the memory.

Squidward sighed, "I mean, have you ever been attacked without planning it first?"

"No..."

"Well, I can change that." The blue man smiled sweetly as he calmly grabbed some rope he had on the ground, not noticed by the Sponge until now.

"W-What do you mean?" Blue eyes looked up in confusion.

"You'll find out in a moment..."

"I-I don't think I want to...I can j-just leave now, I can tell you don't want company..."

Stuttering, shaking, slowly speaking, fear, finally the younger male was understanding what was happening, what was going to happen. And nothing could change it.

"Your not going anywhere..." He reached down to grab a needle, that was also randomly on the ground.

"Good night, Spongebob." He spoke as he quickly and tightly gripped on the yellow sponge's arm and punctured it with the sharp needle.

"Ow!" Spongebob yelled, eyes watered as a reaction. "Why did you do that! I-I want...To...Go...Home..." Eyes slowly closed as the boy slumped over, breath slowed dramatically.

"Enjoy your sleep." Squidward muttered as he started to tie the boy up. "Last peaceful moment you'll have.

The act was over, no more need to be kind, no more need to fake being calm.

The game was just beginning, he couldn't go back, he could never change what he did and what he was about to do, no chance to look back, only to look forward.

Spongebob was about to get a taste of reality, he was about to become real.

In only a matter of time.