A monstrous freighter creature emerged from the dead-cold sand mountains, making the solid ground deteriorate steeply like a slide laced with shards of cut glass. Vibrations so fast, rumbling the earth like an earthquake.

It was unrealistically huge. As tall as what seemed to be a supposal iceberg that crashed the Titanic in April 1912hed the Titanic in April 1912. The size was freakishly big, as big as a bikini bottom in whole. Standing up, you pulled Zacky up.

Maybe you'd make it, you thought, until the corrupt, viscous monster slammed the ground. You fell to your knees, collapsing completely, trying to hold the loose sand. Just when you were about to be crushed by the current shards of glass, Zacky caught your hand.

Barely hanging onto Zacky, his grip was loosening, and he cried out, "Don't let go now! Come on!" You stared into Zacky's eyes as tears fell, dripping onto your face. Zacky was pulled back by something with multiple arms.

You screamed, "This is it." There was nothing to grab on to. Mother was right. Nothing good from you was ever worth saving. You were consumed by the sand. Struggling until the mass was too heavy to dig through.

Silence was met as you ungained consciousness in the crushing pressure of the buildup of smothering sand.

You woke up on a table in a somewhat clean place. Coughing up sand, Zacky bombarded your sight and asked whether or not you were alright. You pushed him away.

"Jesus, give me a sec—UH, WHAT IS THAT DISGUSTING GREEN SPECK?!"
You threw your shoe at it, squishing it completely.

"I was going to say stop..." Zacky lowered his extended hand. He ran over to the front counter. Looking around, it seems you were in some type of restaurant. You walked deeper into the mysterious place, inspecting the crusty, moldy walls.

"Jeez, you're worse than Spongebob." The expired green bean exalted outloud. You ignored him and went into the bathroom. "AAAAAAAAAAAA-Oops, uh, I'm sorry!" You stuttered in embarrassment at the light blue squid in front of you.

"Oh, uh, hi Y/N! ... harharharharhar..." The squid blushed excitedly and awkwardly laughed. He scratched the back of his bald scalp, creating a rainstorm of dandruff on the white tile floor. The lights were dim. Who was this squid?

"Um... who are you?" You plainly asked the squid, who acted like he knew you well. This was presumptuous and most likely offensive to your character. You did not like this interaction one bit.

"I'm Squidward!" His voice cracked, going alarmingly high.

"Okay, well, Squidwart..uhmm..."
You didn't know what to say, and this was hella awkward. And you just realized you butchered this man's name. You slowly started backing up and reached for the door.

You turned around and bumped into Zacky.
"Hey Y/N... are you good?" Zacky whispered to you.

"Yeah, where am I?"
You whispered back.

"The Chum Bucket."
The weird green blob of talking mold said it elegantly.

You impatiently batted your eyes at Zacky. According to Spongebob, this was the worst place to be in a bikini bottom. Plankton walk past the bathroom to the end of the hall, deeper into the chum bucket.

Plankton threw open the double doors.
"Don't touch anything, or my Mega 3000 laser gun will strike you down."

You walked in first, and to your surprise, Plankton was a compendium of knowledge. He had eyes on everyone. Surveillance cameras on anyone and anything, even the old!

He sighed, pulling out a flask and swallowing every drop until the container was empty. "You two are real dumbasses." Plankton exhaled loudly and instinctively dropped-chucked that sucker like a tennis player.

It narrowly missed Zacky's head as he dropped his ring. He stood up and looked behind him, then snapped his head back to Plankton... A vein popped from his forearm, bulging in an abnormal capacity for a regular vein. Almost like it was about to explode!

"Don't aim at me!" Aim at the crazy, primitive, small-minded barbarian! She took us all the way out there. AND lost my car!" Zacky huffed, aggravated with you, radiating a nasty glare. The out-of-character switch really caught you off-guard.

"Oh, don't give me that! Zacky is a shockingly incorrigible nose picker. I SEE YOU ON SHIFT. You're a cruelly loathsome dullard and a catatonic, maliciously malodorous, malfunctioning little twerp. You wanted to kill me." You raised your hands and pushed him to the wall.

"YOU'RE ONE TO TALK WITH!" Zacky yelled swiftly, kicking you away.

"OKAY OKAY! Go get therapy! Because I'm no counselor for little demented, revolting cannibals! I was going to be nice, but noooo. You're both blabbering pulps of stultifying insanity! "Shut the hell up."

You hurled yourself over, and with one hard thrusting lunge, you tackled Zacky. With your shuffling to be on top, you dominated this wrestling battle. "I AM NOT A BARBARIAN!" You yelled at him, furious to be degraded to that level.

Zacky smacked you across the face.
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CALLED ME A DULLARD. Why are you like this? I thought you were different even while I tried to save your ass."

You stopped, shocked, and got off of him.
"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not."
He faced away, not even daring to look at you.

"Yes, I am. Please."
You held out your hand in hopes he'd take it.

Zacky stood up, denying your free hand.
"You really think this small town isn't filled with criminals?"

"I'm sick of this. Karen, run project 372."
Plankton mutters under his breath.

A mechanical arm charges for you. You barely miss it flipping back with a summersault. You gasp, flipping your hair back. You skip over multiple attempts at neutralizing you before your escape.

"Shit..." Zacky mumbles under his breath, collapsing to the floor. He was struck down with an obnoxious amount of syringes exploding with green liquids, emptying into Zacky's back.

You turn back, "Zacky!?"
You cried out...

Only the disgusting green blob named Plankton remains.
"Plankton."

"Y/n.." He let out an evil laugh as the Mega 3000 laser gun booted up.
"You really thought you'd get out of here alive?" Plankton started tearing up, amused by you.

You cracked your hand, restructuring it on a molecular level. Your tolerance was growing thin by the second. You stopped. Why are you fighting?

You threw down your hands; he's only caused you trouble. It's better to kill him off.

Your fish scales flickered up and clashed together. You scummed your feelings, and your scales came out of your body. As they trinkled down, you walked back, throwing your other shoe at Plankton, squashing him entirely.

"Ahehehehehehhheheheh... MY SHOES ARE YOUR GREATEST WEAKNESS!"

Plankton made it seem so hard that you'd actually put in some effort.

Now what to do with Zacky?