The fish family in Bikini Bottom was huddled together in their living room, trying to make sense of the sudden darkness that had enveloped the town. They had no idea what was causing it, but they knew they had to stay together and stay safe.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. The fish family froze, their hearts racing with fear. Who could it be, and what did they want?

The father fish slowly made his way to the door, trying to stay calm. He looked through the peephole and saw a shadowy figure standing on the other side. He couldn't make out who it was, but he knew he didn't like it.

"Who is it?" the father fish called out, his voice shaking.

There was no response, just the sound of heavy breathing. The father fish looked back at his family, his eyes wide with fear. He knew they had to get out of there.

But before they could move, the door burst open and Squidward appeared in the doorway, his eyes glowing with a strange light. He was no longer the timid and despondent Squidward they knew. He was something else, something terrifying.

His skin was pale and stretched tight over his bones, his eyes sunken and dark. His mouth was twisted into a grotesque sneer, his teeth sharp and jagged. He looked like a monster, a creature from a nightmare.

The father fish tried to run, but Squidward was too fast. He grabbed him by the neck and squeezed, his fingers digging into his flesh. The father fish tried to scream, but no sound came out. He was suffocating, his life slipping away.

The rest of the fish family watched in horror as Squidward killed their father in cold blood. They knew they were next. They tried to run, but Squidward was too strong. He caught them one by one and killed them in gruesome ways, their bodies twisted and broken.

As he slaughtered the fish family, Squidward let out a maniacal laugh. He was enjoying the power and control he had over them. They were nothing to him, just toys to be played with and then discarded.

When the last fish was dead, Squidward turned to look at the destruction he had caused. The living room was a mess of blood and gore, the walls and floor splattered with red. He had no memories of what he had done, only a sense of satisfaction and power.

And as the darkness closed in around him, Squidward knew he had become something truly evil and terrifying. He was no longer the Squidward he had once been. He was something else, something to be feared and hated. And in that moment, he reveled in it.