Binded By Your Love

The beginning

Binded By Your Love

With the taste of your lips

Fishing for compliments

"Squidball Testicles"

"Spongeball Squareballs

The Beginning

        "Spongeball... don't leave me." Squidball Testicles called out, a raspy breath leaving his throat as the love of his life slowly vanished. All that was visible was that sponge's suspiciously long, yellow nose before everything turned fuzzy.

Squidballs awoke with a gasp, a silent tear rolled down his cheek, a choked "eheh... eheh..." was let out. He covered his mouth with his front-left tentacle as more sobs formed.

Unexpectedly, his conch phone began to ring. Squidward had to shush his cries and answer the phone.

"SQUIDWARD, YOU'RE LATE TO WORK, YOU CRUSTY SEA APE!"

Squidward nearly dropped his phone in shock at the yell.

"S-sir, I... I apologize. I'll get to work immediately..," Squidward said.

"THATS TWO NICKLES OFF OF YOUR PAY, you stupid ni-," Mr. Krabs hung up abruptly. Squidward took that as his queue to get dressed and head to work as soon as possible.

Squidball Testicles grabbed a slice of toast out of his undersea toaster as he ran out the door. He ate as he ran. His tentacles flailing like hair in the wind as he ran to work, one thought on his mind, Spongeball.

He soon arrived at work, Mr. Krabs was waiting at the cash register, raging with homophobia.

"Man this with your life, boy." Mr. Krabs said as he exited the Krusty Krabs boat register. "You're already on thin ice, buddy." Mr. Krabs left to his office, to count his money, once more.

Squidballs felt fear at the insinuation but pushed it to the back of his mind. He began his daily job, underpaid, and only 1 sick day per year. He glanced behind, looking back into the kitchen, hoping to get a glance of Spongeball, to lessen his worries.

To his surprise, the one who managed the grill today was not Spongeballs but Patrick! Patrick? Patrick!

Squidward was stunned, Why is Patrick here? What could've happened to Spongeballs? He could feel fear residing in his testicles.

He sighed, his one sick day was to be put to use today. He must know what happened to Spongeball.

He immediately left the Krusty Krab, after letting Mr. Krabs know of course (and losing what he had left of his paycheck).

There were two places that he could think of—His Pineapple House and Jellyfish Fields—. He decided that his best bet was Jellyfish Fields. So there he went.

By the time he arrived, the sun was setting. The jellyfish that pranced in the fields shimmered under the light.

His eyes skimmed the horizon, his eyes sparkled as he saw a familiar shape in the distance.

Spongeball.

Sauidball ran towards him, his tentacles flailing in the wind, the sounds of gloopy jellyfish, the laughs of Spongeball. It all propelled his testicles forward.

And they hugged.

The End