Childhood Chapter 1.

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Well you see I had this idea in my head for a little while and I wanted to write it, and well, here it is. This story is about how Spongebob and Gary met and how they got to where they are now, I hope you enjoy.

(Update: I wanted to fix these couple old chapters, because, yeah they needed it, still kinda sucks tho.)

The day had started off great, a young couple who had been adored by many passing citizens who'd stop and aw at the sight of an extended bump, they'd ask for the expected childs name, and the mother would look up at the father responsible, and smiled, "We uh, haven't quite picked one out yet, but, we're thinking somewhere around Robert." the pregnant woman answered as she rubbed her belly.

The people of the ocean seemed to be suprised to find a pregnant sea sponge, walking around with a baby in her belly, since, normally, sea sponges reproduced by budding, but then we're reminded that this is Bikini Atoll, which is known for changing some sea creatures.

The day that had started off great, had also ended great, the married couple stood at the entrance of a dark room, staring at the empty white crib in the room, the woman, Margaret Squarepants leaned against her husband, laying her head on his shoulder, "Do you think we'll be good parents?" she asked him, and having him turn and smile, kissing her forehead.

"I know we will, our son will grow up to be a wonderful, young man, a lawyer, or a doctor." he smiled as he rubbed her shoulder, she smiled, it'd be great to see their future son to grow up and be one of those two things.

The man closed the door, and the light cut off from the screen, before a loud, ear peircing scream erupted over the small house. The lights quickly turned back, and we are in the master bed room, it is at least four in the morning, and Margaret is sitting up, holding her stomach.

"H, Harold, I, I think he's coming-" she said as she smacked him, panting as she clutched his sleeve, "Whos coming?" the man asked as he looked at her holding her stomach, "Who do you think! The baby!" she shouted, "Wh, what? Now, Are you sure dear? Isn't it a little too soon for-" "It doesn't matt- ha, ha ow, Harold, w, we need to go." she ordered as she attempted to get up but she couldn't, it was too painful.

Harold rushed around to her side of the bed, having to pick her up and carry her to the boat, "J, just, sit tight, ok dear, I'll get you there as soon as possible." he said as he roared the engine and mashed the gas.

Double doors burst open as a crowd rush through the hospital, Margaret is now being wheeled to the emergency room on a hospital bed, her doctors give orders to his assistants. Harold was pushed out of the room as soon as they entered, something wasn't right, she was growing pale.

"Wh, what's happening to my wife?" Harold asked the doctors but wouldn't get a clear answer until he forced himself into the room, just as they pulled the baby out, the doctor turned to the nurse who took him and handed the baby to the father in the room.

Harold looked down at the little thing, he was so tiny, and red, like, where was his orange-ish skin? "H, Harold?" he heard his wife's voice which she was losing, after all that screaming, he walked over to her, she looked up at his hands where the baby was, tears filled her eyes as she reached her hand up and played with his small hand.

"Heh, he's so, tiny." she said as she was growing tired, her eyes were starting to droop, he jumped at the sudden sound of panicking machines, we're losing her!" the doctor shouted out to everyone in the room, Harold just stood back, still holding the baby, before the doctor looked at him and signaled the nurses one, who took the baby and the other escorted him out of the room just before another set of machines went off.

"Mr. Squarepants?" spoke a nurse called out to the only sponge in the waiting room who had been pacing back and forth, chewing on his nails, he stopped and looked at the nurse, "M, my wife- is she-" the nurse just stepped aside to let him pass.

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