Staring into his unreal electrified eyes you still had to answer his question.

As you laid there across from him your voice shakes opening up.
But you need to get it out.

You tell him everything, how your mother smoked and was constantly out of the house.
How your father was always gone, and you were always left alone with your younger brother for several months a lot of times running out of food for weeks.

How you'd be always bullied.

Your grandmother's death and how you were forced to watch everything play out. How you were then never let out of the house. Locked away in the attic until you escaped. Soon being dragged back chained to the wall.

Sometimes never seeing the light of day until you called the police. 

They took her away as she severed her time for eighteen years.
By that time you were being tortured in foster care living like a slave, forced to work day and night. Beaten when you wouldn't finish the job. Or when they just felt like it.

You ran far to being accepted at a traveling job. Constantly running from police, lovers, or just people in general. By that time your mother was let out and coming to get you chained up. 

"No matter where I am. I can never be completely safe."

You slide you fingers in between his. 

He kissed your forehead.
"Meet me at the back of the building... at 5pm."

You nodded as you watched him put back on his button up shirt. He took the cart and smiled.
"Just you wait."

Opening up your phone you see that goddamn Samantha tweeting about her being so hurt. And she's been blowing up your comments swearing that you're going to hell. You munch on the mac and cheese angrily.

You wanted to learn more about where the next place you should go to. Worried about whether or not you'll be safe you head out of your room. Craving something else you only had two hundred dollars on your card.

But the breakfast still didn't fill you up. You needed something fresh, that would swarm in your teeth. Hauling out of bed you were ready tear the whole room apart. Missing the old times with your grandma you walked out to the Krusty Krab.

Ready to see whatever shitshow was up here.

You opened the doors and the restaurant was packed with a variety of costumer's. You looked up to see many different items but everyone was eating their iconic krabby patties. The blue squid man still works at this establishment. Guess things never change at bikini bottom.

You went to their ATM and cashed out a forty. Just in case if you can only pay in cash elsewhere.

You got up to the cashier. Zoning out you see a yellow sponge hard at work somehow flipping thousands of patties at the same time. "Hello?"
The blue squid rolled his eyes most likely hating silent costumers.

"Uhm... I'd like the-"
The front doors slammed open you turned around.

"DON'T EAT THE MEAT! IT'S MADE WITH MR. KRABS DEAD ASHY ASS FLABBERGASTED SKIN."
Everyone screamed as the fish in a white coat yelled at the top of his gills.

You watched as a red crab comes out from the farthest door from the costumers. 
"Away Wilburt! Go away with your conspiracies. You're losing me money!" 

"PLANKTON was right! You shady crab, you were never supporting him! You just wanted him gone from the market!"

"Wilburt! Please we'll talk about this another time-!"

"No I ALREADY CALLED THE MAYOR! You're out of business! I'm sorry Harold Krabs... But as an health inspector you can't bribe me with your cash or any of your lies!"

You and squidward both said damn as Mr. Krabs left with the supposal health inspector Wilburt.

"I guess you're not eating here anymore..."

"You know I'm not."

"Well I can still make you something at my house herherher." He laughed awkwardly were you about to get free food?! 

"Hmmm... What cha gonna make for me..."

"Spaghetti."

"No thank you, I'm gonna find a spanish guy to cook for me."

Well, there goes your meal. What are you gonna eat now?
Might as well just wait till lunch hour.

You stop as a adoring hot yellow sponge stops you. With thou rectangular sides, you were smitten. Had you found your Romeo.

You held your knife, a perfect victim before you for cash.
"Hi!"

"H-hi I'm spongebob square pants! I can't really serve you anymore. But uh what can I do for you?" He rubbed one his sponge holes anxiously.

"Well do you know bikini bottom well? I'm having trouble adjusting..."

"Oh yeah! where are you from?"

"The Seaway!"
You slid back your hair knowing Spongebob was watching like a begging dog.

"Really?! That's so far from the bikini bottom."
Spongebob gasped his cheeks were turning a tad red...

"Yep."

Soon it was afternoon, and you were ready to see him. Unfortunately, spongebob is a literal child and always had his eyes on you. Spongebob walked you back to the musty shrelanka before you ran inside.

Checking the time, it was 5:30.

You never should have had that mexican food...
You ran towards the back of the building.

He sat on his motorcycle.

("You won the Zacky card!")

"Zacky..."

"It's fine, you had the mexican food down by the beach... You smell like it."
He smirked taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Oof don't get me started...You a big smoker?"
You asked curiously wondering what else he takes into his body. You sat beside him snatching his cig for dose of poison.

"Not usually... just that my kid unhappy at his mom. Couldn't blame him though."

"You have a kid? how old is he?"

"Nine, I wish he didn't have to be moved around so much. I hated that as a child."

You blow the smoke onto his face.
"What you get motion sickness?"

"Bingo..."

"You know I never meant to have a child. It was what my stupid ex wanted. Now I am just existing plainly paying of the child support..."

"Damn... what's your child's name."

"Benji... He means the world to me. I wish he could be living with me, but neither is this the place, nor do I have the finaicals to foster a child."

"Well, most of our lives are honestly unfair. We can't choose what happens, we can't choose who leaves us. O-or who loves us. Do you ever wonder why we are even here living like the mindless jellyfish that roam the skies."

"All the time. How do we even know the supposal surface exist?"

"That's true."