A/N: My first story posted on here, So don't kill me! Oh yeah... I love reviews too! Send 'em on in! And contructive critisism ish okay too!
Disclaimer: I don't own Spongebob.. Yadda…yadda… Wish I did though… o.o
A woman screaming and a man crying out to her pierced the intense silence of the film sequence as he lifted up a blade and wickedly brought it down upon her.
"I'm sorry, Margaret! I had to do it! I just had to!" he shrieked, his voice racked with grief.
Blood gushed from the woman and she held onto the man, weeping.
"Charles… It was all my fault… I brought it upon myself…" the woman whispered before she died and fell onto the floor.
The lights dimmed out and Charles howled in agony as he fell to his knees and held Margaret.
"We will continue with our Late Night Horror Feature: It Wont Be Long Until Midnight, after this commercial break." drawled the monotone voice of the host on the show.
As a line of commercials droned on, Spongebob and Gary sat in the darkness on their living room floor, eating kelp-seasoned popcorn and watching the flashing pictures on the screen. Turning to his snail companion, the gleeful sponge remarked, "Isn't this movie great, Gary?"
"Meow… It's pretty corny… Aren't you scared?"
"Me? Scared?" Spongebob laughed and he blew loudly. "It'll take a lot more to frighten me! And what are you talking about?! This movie isn't corny!"
"Meow. Don't wet your pants then, like you did last time."
"Gary! I'll have you know that that was butter from the popcorn! I put too much butter on it! And my underwear is fresh and white!"
"Meow. Little more than I wanted to hear…"
Spongebob rolled his eyes playfully at his snail and turned his attention back to the screen.
"Oh look! The movie is back on!"
"Meow. Yawn."
"Welcome back to Late Night Horror Feature: It Wont Be Long Until Midnight. Please enjoy the rest of the film."
Leaning forward, Spongebob watched in fascination as the gore and terror ensued on the screen. His blue eyes dilated and he sat stock-still as a bloody telephone rang and a mutilated fin reached down to pick it up. At the same time, a slight shifting sound and metal upon metal rang softly from the back door. Gary ceased shoving popcorn into his mouth and turned around, narrowing his eyes at the blackness in the kitchen. Hissing quietly, Gary slithered forward.
"Meow! Ssss!! Something is wrong, Spongebob. I heard a noise!"
"It was just the movie! Be quiet!"
"Meow, meow! Ssss!!! No, seriously. I heard a sound from the back door. Turn on the lights!!!"
"Gary! Shut up!" Spongebob yelled at his snail, still not tearing his gaze away from the bloody scenes on the screen.
"MEOW! SPONGEBOB, this is serious! I think someone is breaking into the house! I smell something funny!"
"I locked the doors, okay? You're just hearing the T.V…"
Gary continued to hiss at the darkness until suddenly, a huge, black figure stole up out of the gloom and was shadowed by the flickering lights on the screen. Quietly, it cracked its knuckles and its gleaming yellow eyes seemed to smile viciously at Spongebob.
"MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!!! OH DEAR NEPTUNE, THERE'S AN INTRUDER! SPONGEBOB, TURN AROUND!"
"Oh, for Atlantis' sake… What do you w-…"
The sponge was then cut off when a thick, green fin rested on his shoulder. Freezing up, Spongebob slowly twisted his head around and with huge eyes, he looked up into the face of the creature who hated him the most… The Strangler, grinning wickedly down at him.
"Didja miss me?" The Strangler asked him evilly, tightening his grip on the horrified Spongebob's thin shoulder.
"Uh… uh… uh, hey Strangler… what's goin' on?" the sponge asked as sweat fell down his face and was absorbed by his skin.
"Oh, just bustin' outta prison and all that. I don't think I was ready for death row," he snarled menacingly, his green fin slowly caressing Spongebob's throat.
"But… I believe you are!!!" he suddenly roared, snatching up Spongebob and wrapping his fins around his neck.
The Strangler, living up to his name, began to throttle the sponge as he screamed wildly for help. Gary hissed viciously and leaped at the murderer, his fangs bared. The snail sank his razor-sharp teeth into the Strangler's thick arm and the burly fish howled in pain. Dropping the sponge to the floor, the Strangler began to swipe at Gary, furious at seeing his own blood swirl around in the water before him.
Hissing and spitting, Gary let go and fell to the floor, glaring at the murderer angrily. Spongebob slowly sat up, massaging his damaged throat and wincing in agony. The Strangler whirled around fiercely and faced Spongebob, breathing heavily and rubbing his bloody arm. Gritting his teeth together, the fish cracked his knuckles once more and lunged wildly at Spongebob, once more taking him by the throat.
"This is what you get for ratting people out, you sick, tattle-telling son of a… Ahhhh!!!!!!" he thundered as Gary attacked him once more and clamped on his leg.
"Mreow! Hisssss! Let Spongebob go!!!"
"Augh! You stupid snail!" the Strangler roared, kicking his leg to try and rid it of the sponge's protective companion.
Grabbing Gary's tender eye stalks, the murderer swung him high above his head before releasing him and crushing the snail into the living room wall. Gary's shell shattered into a thousand pieces and Gary oozed down the wall and into an unconscious puddle of snail upon the floor.
"Gary… Gary…" Spongebob muttered faintly, his flailing legs beginning to slow down and his eyesight dimming considerably.
Smiling wickedly, the Strangler pushed his face against Spongebob's and he laughed, his voice dripping with venom.
"The Strangler makes it so that no one tattle-tells and gets away with it," he hissed viciously into Spongebob's ear, his deranged chuckle echoing throughout the pineapple.
The sponge hung from the Strangler's clenched fins, gurgling and choking as the brutal fish grinned nastily at him. Spongebob then slowly shut his eyes and as he faded out of this world, the last thing he heard was the Strangler snickering…
"I had to do it… I just had too…"
Disclaimer: I don't own Spongebob.. Yadda…yadda… Wish I did though… o.o
A woman screaming and a man crying out to her pierced the intense silence of the film sequence as he lifted up a blade and wickedly brought it down upon her.
"I'm sorry, Margaret! I had to do it! I just had to!" he shrieked, his voice racked with grief.
Blood gushed from the woman and she held onto the man, weeping.
"Charles… It was all my fault… I brought it upon myself…" the woman whispered before she died and fell onto the floor.
The lights dimmed out and Charles howled in agony as he fell to his knees and held Margaret.
"We will continue with our Late Night Horror Feature: It Wont Be Long Until Midnight, after this commercial break." drawled the monotone voice of the host on the show.
As a line of commercials droned on, Spongebob and Gary sat in the darkness on their living room floor, eating kelp-seasoned popcorn and watching the flashing pictures on the screen. Turning to his snail companion, the gleeful sponge remarked, "Isn't this movie great, Gary?"
"Meow… It's pretty corny… Aren't you scared?"
"Me? Scared?" Spongebob laughed and he blew loudly. "It'll take a lot more to frighten me! And what are you talking about?! This movie isn't corny!"
"Meow. Don't wet your pants then, like you did last time."
"Gary! I'll have you know that that was butter from the popcorn! I put too much butter on it! And my underwear is fresh and white!"
"Meow. Little more than I wanted to hear…"
Spongebob rolled his eyes playfully at his snail and turned his attention back to the screen.
"Oh look! The movie is back on!"
"Meow. Yawn."
"Welcome back to Late Night Horror Feature: It Wont Be Long Until Midnight. Please enjoy the rest of the film."
Leaning forward, Spongebob watched in fascination as the gore and terror ensued on the screen. His blue eyes dilated and he sat stock-still as a bloody telephone rang and a mutilated fin reached down to pick it up. At the same time, a slight shifting sound and metal upon metal rang softly from the back door. Gary ceased shoving popcorn into his mouth and turned around, narrowing his eyes at the blackness in the kitchen. Hissing quietly, Gary slithered forward.
"Meow! Ssss!! Something is wrong, Spongebob. I heard a noise!"
"It was just the movie! Be quiet!"
"Meow, meow! Ssss!!! No, seriously. I heard a sound from the back door. Turn on the lights!!!"
"Gary! Shut up!" Spongebob yelled at his snail, still not tearing his gaze away from the bloody scenes on the screen.
"MEOW! SPONGEBOB, this is serious! I think someone is breaking into the house! I smell something funny!"
"I locked the doors, okay? You're just hearing the T.V…"
Gary continued to hiss at the darkness until suddenly, a huge, black figure stole up out of the gloom and was shadowed by the flickering lights on the screen. Quietly, it cracked its knuckles and its gleaming yellow eyes seemed to smile viciously at Spongebob.
"MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!!! OH DEAR NEPTUNE, THERE'S AN INTRUDER! SPONGEBOB, TURN AROUND!"
"Oh, for Atlantis' sake… What do you w-…"
The sponge was then cut off when a thick, green fin rested on his shoulder. Freezing up, Spongebob slowly twisted his head around and with huge eyes, he looked up into the face of the creature who hated him the most… The Strangler, grinning wickedly down at him.
"Didja miss me?" The Strangler asked him evilly, tightening his grip on the horrified Spongebob's thin shoulder.
"Uh… uh… uh, hey Strangler… what's goin' on?" the sponge asked as sweat fell down his face and was absorbed by his skin.
"Oh, just bustin' outta prison and all that. I don't think I was ready for death row," he snarled menacingly, his green fin slowly caressing Spongebob's throat.
"But… I believe you are!!!" he suddenly roared, snatching up Spongebob and wrapping his fins around his neck.
The Strangler, living up to his name, began to throttle the sponge as he screamed wildly for help. Gary hissed viciously and leaped at the murderer, his fangs bared. The snail sank his razor-sharp teeth into the Strangler's thick arm and the burly fish howled in pain. Dropping the sponge to the floor, the Strangler began to swipe at Gary, furious at seeing his own blood swirl around in the water before him.
Hissing and spitting, Gary let go and fell to the floor, glaring at the murderer angrily. Spongebob slowly sat up, massaging his damaged throat and wincing in agony. The Strangler whirled around fiercely and faced Spongebob, breathing heavily and rubbing his bloody arm. Gritting his teeth together, the fish cracked his knuckles once more and lunged wildly at Spongebob, once more taking him by the throat.
"This is what you get for ratting people out, you sick, tattle-telling son of a… Ahhhh!!!!!!" he thundered as Gary attacked him once more and clamped on his leg.
"Mreow! Hisssss! Let Spongebob go!!!"
"Augh! You stupid snail!" the Strangler roared, kicking his leg to try and rid it of the sponge's protective companion.
Grabbing Gary's tender eye stalks, the murderer swung him high above his head before releasing him and crushing the snail into the living room wall. Gary's shell shattered into a thousand pieces and Gary oozed down the wall and into an unconscious puddle of snail upon the floor.
"Gary… Gary…" Spongebob muttered faintly, his flailing legs beginning to slow down and his eyesight dimming considerably.
Smiling wickedly, the Strangler pushed his face against Spongebob's and he laughed, his voice dripping with venom.
"The Strangler makes it so that no one tattle-tells and gets away with it," he hissed viciously into Spongebob's ear, his deranged chuckle echoing throughout the pineapple.
The sponge hung from the Strangler's clenched fins, gurgling and choking as the brutal fish grinned nastily at him. Spongebob then slowly shut his eyes and as he faded out of this world, the last thing he heard was the Strangler snickering…
"I had to do it… I just had too…"