A Spongebob Horror Story

2

"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Actions*

A/n: Author's note/ Author's name

Eugene POV

A/n: Yes, I'm using his first name because why not?

Location: Bikini Bottom

It's been so long since me best fry cook Spongebob went missin', along with that pink bottom feeder and Squidward. If I'm being honest, I hope that wherever they are, they haven't wound up like me. Bikini Bottom has gone mad. Almost every fish in town has started worshipping this.... thing. They call it the "Magic Conch." Just some plastic children's toy, or at least that's what I keep tellin' meself. Me and me daughter Pearl managed to lock up the house to make sure no one else could get in. Neither of us has left the house ever since this whole thing started. Everyone out there has gone mad, and they ruthlessly attack and kill anyone who refuses to worship the conch shell. Most fish down here have either eventually surrendered themselves to this madness, went into hiding, or just couldn't take it anymore.

I've seen it meself too many times already. Pearl has stayed quiet about everything and tries to keep a brave face around me, but I can tell that everything that's happened has her shaken up. I'm not sure if anyone out there is still sane. But in all honesty, I don't care anymore. It's become harder and harder every day to stay alive. Everyone who hasn't joined the crazies is doing whatever they have to do to stay alive. People are dying every day, and more undersea denizens turn to the conch worshippers, awning them as their salvation. I've tried calling anyone for help. The police, me mother, Sandy, hell, even that pint-sized green thief Plankton. The police are all but nonexistent and can't help very much, if at all anymore. Thankfully, Sandy and me mother managed to let me know that they were fine and that they were staying in her tree dome along with whoever else they managed to save. Plankton was held up in the Chum Bucket with his wife Karen.

As much as I dispise that little one-eyed green cretin for trying to steal me secret formular, I find myself being unexpectedly relieved that he's alive and well. At least he didn't join up with those lunatics out there. I sigh as I open the fridge, taking out an old crabby patty before heating it in the microwave. It didn't taste nearly as good as when Spongebob made 'em, but it was better than nothing. The only other food we have other than leftovers is canned food and the supplies I keep in the cellar. As much as I hated it before, I spent thousands just to stock up with enough food, water, and supplies to last me and Pearl years if we. I used to hate spending so much as a penny, but now I'm happy i did. A small proce to pay to stay alive if you ask me. I chuckled slightly at the thought before eating the rest of the crabby patty and looking at Pearl, who was sitting on the couch watching the TV.

There wasn't much on these days other than the news, showing the events that have been happening. How the news is even managing to cover the events is beyond me, but at least it's something. Even if it's something that no one wants to hear. She has an empty, almost emotionless expression on her face. It's a look that I've gotten so used to seeing on her face over the last few weeks. I can't blame her. After all, everything out there has gone to hell. I walked into the room and sat down beside her, placing one of me claws on her shoulders as she turned to face me.

Eugene: "It's alright, Pearl. We'll find a way to make it through this. I don't know how, but we will."

She sniffled a bit and wiped away a barely noticeable tear from her eye before smiling. Even if it wasn't genuine, it was still nice to see her smile even for just a single moment.

Pearl: "Thanks, Daddy. I know we will."

I wasn't even really sure of my own words, but it made me feel better to see that, at least in this moment, i was able to make me daugher happy. I swear, I'll keep her safe even if it kills me. Because to me, nothing matters more than me daughter. Even all the money in the sea couldn't come close.