Well, I had origanly planned to have this as one long story, but, whats the point? Chapters are good too, so well, here, you go ^^

The ride from Bikini Bottom seemed to be a endless journey, the bus lacked a/c, what kind of trip is this? The bus was unusually quiet, the only sounds were the sound of the rattling chains, there were but 10 different passengers on board, all staring out the window. A rattlefish snakes tale shook in the heat, the sound of low moths and grasshoppers screamed across the desert sand.

How was there a desert in the ocean? Sweat ran down the spongy surface of his face, before absorbing the salty liquid.

"Whaddya in ere fer, kid?" A much older man asked, Spongebob turned his head to the man who sat in the seat across from him and shook his head, "I'm innocent." He protested, lowering his voice as he turned away, "someone set me up."

The older man laughed, "it doesn't matter what ya did, son where we're headin, down there, no one's innocent." The man shook his head, SpongeBob looked at him, "so, what did you do?" He asked, the man sighed looking down, "killed a man, my daughter's husband, he hit her with his hands and in hit em with my boat."

"That's horrible, for a guy to hit a woman, but don't you think there was a better way?"

The old man looked at him, "ya mean, send him to jail, where he'd be released and do it again, naw, the law wouldn't have done anything, he was a retired officer, a good man he was, till he got shot in the head, he lived, but it changed em."

Spongebob glanced at a different side of the bus, before looking back, he sighed, "but you didn't have to kill him-" "it was either him, or me son, if I died and he lived who would have protected her then, her brothers dead, by the same bastard." the old man said, "So tell me lad, what could I have done differently?" he asked, Spongebob tried to think but shook his head.

The bus came to a sudden stop, his attention was brought to the front of the bus, the doors opened and a man in uniform stepped on, "alright, you sorry sons of bitches, yer rides over, get up and walk off in a nice, single, file line, and don't say a word." the man said as he pointed to the first person on the bus.

Spongebob grunted as he was shoved off the bus and into the red sand, he spit of the dust before he stood up, his shirt and tie, stained with red dirt, he tried to turn and look at the person who'd pushed him but was shoved again towards the entrance of the prison, "Take it in boys, this will be your last taste of freedom."

His feet dug into the dirt as he was passing by a standing guard, "move your feet criminal." the guard ordered, Spongebob growled under his breath, "Criminal, is a strong word, my name hasn't changed-" "Stop talking, down here, your name doesn't matter, your name is just a number." the man informed, "But I'm innocent, i didn't do it, sir, i was framed-" "by your words, you admitted it, it was a sick thing you did." the man continued to escort the sponge to his new cell.

"They told me to say it, or they wouldn't let me go, I didn't do anything-" "They let you go alright, to rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life, I have to say, I almost feel sorry for you, you were a great cook, the hero of Bikini Bottom, turned sour, like I said, I almost felt bad for you, almost, after what you did, I'm glad a freak like you is here, and not out on the streets, this is where people like you belong." the man said as he shoved him into a cell.

Spongebob stumbled into a metal bunk before he turned around and walked towards the entrance of the cell, "People like me? There are no people like me," the man scoffed, "You're right, there are none like you, none as sick, and twisted as you, you'll pay for what you did, in time." he said as he closed the gate.

"Change into your new clothes, and hand me everything you own, you'll get it back when you're released." the man laughed, he'd never get out of here, alive. Spongebob looked at him with red eyes, if he wasn't careful, the other guy would come out and, you wouldn't want to be around for that.

Spongebob looked over his grey uniform, there was a single thick black stripe that crossed his chest and back, long black patched on his knees and upper arm, looks like he'd finally gotten the black belt he'd always wanted.

It wasn't long after that he had met Bruise, his new cellmate, he wore the same black striped uniform, prisoners were usually divided up by color, based on what level of crime they'd committed, Yellow being the least serious, to black, being the worst you could possibly get.

Bruise was a big fellow, uniform almost didn't fit his body, "Whatya in ere fer, boy?" the man asked, he had a dark voice, he was some kind of thug, a lot of people were afraid of him.

Spongebob was sitting up against a concrete wall, his arms wrapped around his knees, rocking back and forth, shaking his head, "I, I didn't do it, th, they framed me." he whispered to himself, tears fell down from his face.

"Why are you, a fucking black stripe? A tiny fucker like you? Ya blow up a city or something? How many did ya kill?" he asked, Spongebob shook his head, "I, I'm innocent-" "Innocent-" the man scoffed as he snuck a joint from his front pocket, "I'm innocent too, they say I had raped my six year old niece, killed her and her mother, father, and little brother-" Spongebob gulped, "Th, that's horrible, did you?" the man breathed out a puff of smoke into his face.

"I didn't say they were lying, the little smart ass bitch deserved it, all of em did, their rich, greedy ways- so, what'd you do?" he asked, Spongebob scratched his head, "they said I killed two people." he answered, and Bruise stared down at him, "That's it? Well, shit, a tiny person like you, what did you do to them?" he asked with a smile, and Spongebob just shook his head.

"I, I didn't do anything to them, they were my best friends, I wouldn't." he sighed, "It's all a mistake." he said, the man just glared at him, "What's yer name?" the man asked, spongebob looked away.

"Sp, Spongebob-" the man's eyes lit up from the glow of the last bit of his joint, he took it out of his lips, and offered it to him, Spongebob shook his head, it wouldn't be a good idea to let him out, Bruise just shrugged, "What kinda bitch name is that?" he asked, "it's my name." Spongebob answered, "well, sponge-bob, I'm the man of this cell, and you, youre the little cunt that will do what I say, when I say, you sleep on the top bunk, and don't even think bout touching mine, ya got that?" Bruise questioned, Spongebob just nodded.

About a month had gone by since he was chained, and locked in a cell with Bruise. The everyday prison life seemed to become normal for the sponge, he'd already gotten used it, well, Most of it, anyways.

Spongebob sat at the long lunch table, eyeing a spoon of slime, it wasn't even food, chum would be much better, preferred, but, it wasn't on the menu, now, Spongebob was a talented cook, everyone knew this, so, it was no surprise that he could turn the nastiest slop into something that was actually edible, sure it wasn't as good as a Krabby patty, but it was better than the tasteless shit that they were served.

It was no surprise, really, when he was promoted from laundry duty, to, kitchen duty, from good behavior. The rattling of prison chains could be heard coming down the hallway, and stopping at the kitchen door. Spongebob turned his head to look at the man who escorted him, Brandon, a nice, young man, he was his favorite out of the guards, he was never mean, or rude, never said anything hurtful towards him, never spit in his face, or anything, just the sweetest guard here, what was a nice lad like him, doing in a place like this, with all these manipulative men?

"Don't do anything stupid, SquarePants." Brandon said as he tugged at his cuffs, he looked into the man's eyes, hard to believe that this guy had committed such a crime, and, he was also, a little older than he was, 28, while he was 31.

Spongebob laughed, "what's the worst that could happen" he questioned, Brandon looked at him, he couldn't even bring himself to speak of the crime it was so sickening.

"Never thought they'd let me see another kitchen for the rest of my life, this is, amazing, horrible, but amazing, it's like I've been given a second chance." he smiled at the kitchen before turning to Brandon, who looked at him too, "like I said, don't ruin it, lad, don't do anything stupid, this is your only chance, I had to go to the warden for this request, and he isn't easy, but we all know your skills in the kitchen, you can turn anything into something that tastes great, ain't that the truth." he rolled his eyes as he unlocked the cuffs.

"We can't allow anyone else to be around you, so you'll be alone, we trust you enough, you'll be watched," Spongebob laughed, "and like i said, what's the worst that could happen?" he asked, the man glared at him, he didn't want to answer, he didn't even want to think about it, "Just get cookin." the man ordered as he walked out, locking the kitchen door behind him.

Spongebob stands alone in the kitchen, his, kitchen, he looks about the equipment and ingredients, the kitchen was in horrible shape, rusted, with metal walls, could use a makeover, new equipment, and an exterminator, still not as bad as the chum bucket, well maybe the food is better than this place, but still.

It didn't matter though, either way, he was happy, he was in a kitchen again, with no one around but him. Spongebob let out a sigh, closing his eyes, he could hear the crowd now, the ringing bells of the customers walking in the front door, the sizzling sound of raw meat hitting a hot grill.

He was the king in his own kitchen, he could picture the wooden floor beneath him, the squeaky floor board that needed to be nailed back down, but was too busy to do so, and also loved the sound it made. He could see his best friend slash co-worker slash neighbor standing in the window, tossing him some orders, "Coming right up!"

He could still see the faces the customers made when he served them, he was truly the best, now, he opens his eyes, tears of joy soon turn to tears of sadness, what's happened? What did he do so wrong to get him thrown in jail, and, a black stripe at that, he was innocent.

Soon, he'd cleaned up the entire kitchen, getting it as clean, and new as he possibly could, he'd thrown out all of the spoiled, nasty food that not even the nastiest of criminals should have to eat, well, maybe except for Bruise.

For the first night, they'd have a down home favorite, they weren't Krabby Patties, but they were close enough, they didn't have all the ingredients to make the secret recipe. As predicted, Spongebob was praised, fights were banned, by Spongebob himself, saying that if there was any fights, of any kind, they could kiss his perfect cooking good-bye, and they believed him.

It didn't take long to make new friends, Joe, a yellow stripe, Billy, another yellow, and then Denna, female, blue stripe, the prison was divided in two parts, one part held all men, and another, held all women, and Denna, happened to be the first female friend he'd made, and she wasn't ugly either, she was rough looking female, her uniform top down around her hips, wearing only a white tank top, it was hard not to stare, she was grey, with blue fins, tats decorated her arms, and her hair was black, put up in a messy ponytail around her half shaved head.

"Whaddya in ere for, kid? I haven't seen you here before," she said, spongebob shook his head, "Nothing- I just got here not too long ago." he answered, she nodded, looking at the food he'd given her, "wow, this shit actually looks good."

"I don't serve shit, i serve food, miss." he corrected, she nodded, "The last cook never served anything like this-" "I know what he served, seen it." he shook his head, "Denna." she suddenly said as she reached her hand between the glass, "Spongebob-" he said as he reached to shake her hand but she was shoved away.

"Get away from him, there's no telling what he'll do-" "Oh please, what's the worst that could happen?" she asked, Spongebob sighed, looking to the officer who pushed her, Kevin, "Grab your arm, pull it in, chop it off, and serve it to the next person." Spongebob answered with sarcasm before he shook his head telling her he wouldn't do such a thing before she walked away.

A few days had gone by since he'd first started cooking again, he was now in his cell, it was time for bed, but he wasn't tired, he'd kept replaying the past few days in his head, he looked up at his fingers, which were red, blisters on his hands from burns. It'd been so long since he'd felt the burn of a grill, and he missed it. Back then, he'd grown used to it, if he had a penny for every time he burnt himself at the Krusty krab, he'd be rich.

Now that he'd been locked up, sent away from his grill, he'd almost forgotten the sting, you'd think it was weird how it turned him on, just by touching his fingertips he could still feel the sting, it let him know he was alive, and ok, he was normal, almost. Spongebob sighed in relief as he pressed his blistered fingers together, it was like taking a drug, he was addicted to it.

The burning sensation brought him back to the past, his days in the Krusty Krab kitchen, when he'd burned his hand that one night, the graveyard shift, and played it off as if nothing had happened, he learned not to leave his metal spatula on a burning grill that night, he still had the scar from when he'd knocked some grease from the fryer on his arm, how it melted his skin, and that not even the healing power he had worked to heal it all back to normal, he didn't even go to the hospital, Krabs would fire him.

Now, here he sat, in the darkness of his cell, thinking of his past he used to have, and how it had all ended, why? He couldn't even remember, those memories of his days as a fry cook were interrupted by a shaking bed, the weight of something, or someone heavy being lifted off of it.

Spongebob let out a yelp as he was yanked off the bed, he was greeted with the familiar face of his cell mate, who looked over his little body before he brought him closer, smelling his skin, he licked his lips before he looked up at him, "Tell me boy, have you ever been fucked?" he asked, Spongebob stared at him, his eyes widened but he didn't say anything, he just gripped onto his fist tighter, "No? well, that's about to change, tell me, boy, do you have as many holes down south as you do on the top of yer head?" he asked, Spongebob only narrowed his eyes.

"ya see, I've got an itch that needs to be scratched, and my right hand isn't doing the job right, but I know you will, you're the closest thing to a bitch I've got, and me and the boys would love nothing more then to fuck you bloody." he laughed as he gripped onto his own pants before he licked Spongebob's face, "Hmm, you taste good, too, I think I'm gonna have fun with you." he said as he began to tug at Spongebob's pants.

"N, No, please," Spongebob begged as he fought to keep his clothes on, "N, no! Don't, I, I don't Like-" he said before he kneed the man in his gut, and slapped his face, which earned him a hard punch into his stomach, his back hit the floor before he could even blink. He was panting, the wind had been knocked out of him.

Spongebob cried as Bruise yanked the last bit of his clothes off, the man stood over him, "Well looks like you're more of a man then I thought, but not much of one." he scoffed before he yanked the boy up and pushed him against the wall, spongebob bit his lip, this wasn't happening, not to him he shook his head, "Please, don't-" he could feel something clawing its way up his stomach.

He'd always thought that this was a joke, when someone would say the, don't drop the soap joke, except, he didn't drop the soap. Spongebob didn't expect for this to happen to him, why would he want to do this? They were both men.

"Please, you don't-" the man gripped onto one of the boys cheeks, soft and round, he felt completely useless, defeated, until he felt the hot breath of Bruise breath down his back, which had sparked something in his eyes, the man gripped Spongebob's shoulders.

Bruise cried in pain as Spongebob gripped onto his hand with steel like grip, he couldn't remove his hand, he cried as he felt his hand crack, his hand breaking. The emotion in the sponges face had disappeared. Bruise let out a yelp as he was slammed against the concrete wall, and slid to his knees, when Spongebob grabbed the back of his head, he began to thrust his head into the wall before he dropped him.

He stood over the shaking man, his fists balled, his eyes shined with darkness, there was nothing there, Bruise looked up at him, shaking, seeing the look in his eyes, he'd never seen anything so lifeless, but alive. Not even in his own eyes.

"Wh, what, are you?" Bruise trembled, he was afraid for the first time, just by looking up at him, where had that sudden strength come from? Spongebob stepped closer, it was as if he had changed into a completely different person, he took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, "I'm gonna kill you." he answered as he knelt down next to Bruise head, staring him dead in the face.

"You once asked me, what it was that I'd done to get in here, well, i'll show you. I'll make you disappear without a trace, like you were never here, no one will miss you, they'd think you ran for it, they'd search for you, but would find no trace of you. Don't worry, I'll make sure to put you to some use, people will love you more than they ever had." Spongebob said as he stood up and walked over to the corner, he picked up one of the heavy ankle weights.

Bruise backed up against the wall as the crazy sponge approached him, he raised the ball over his head, giving him a smile, "Say hey to the rest for me." he said before he brought the ball down on his skull, the first hit killed him, but it wasn't enough, rage, and joy filled his heart as he repeatedly smashed his head in, no one would even be able to recognize him, that's if they ever found his body..

To be continued..