Thinking Out Loud
Hawkwrench
Summary:
Spongebob and Plankton have a heart to
heart talk in the broken Krusty Krab. One
shot, based on the (second) movie.
The only light in the building was a dimly lit
candle on the only table that was carefully
placed in the middle of the once popular
Krusty Krab.
They had managed to escape the angry
mob. Patrick had betrayed Spongebob, and
that itself had broken his heart.
The radio blurts out some random love song
(with lots of intervals of static, I must admit)
that makes his head hurt. He can’t stand
silence like this, so he says “I wonder what
went wrong… Just this morning, everything
was okay, but now it’s just…..” He lets out a
sob.
“Cheer up, Spongebob. Everything will be
okay, I hope. Besides, we’re still a te... m.”
He says, trying to pronounce the word
‘team’. Spongebob chuckles, dancing his
fingers across the table.
“Plankton….Am I really that annoying?” He
asks. He’s thought about this time and time
again, all he wants to do is make people
smile. And if that means driving your co
worker insane then so be it.
Truth be told, Plankton had a soft spot for
the yellow sponge….thing.
“Spongebob, if I told you how I really felt
about you, I wouldn’t be an evil villain, would
I?” This earns another chuckle from Spongebob. Plankton had more than a soft
spot for him.
He sighs and Spongebob is tempted to just
call it a night when Plankton suddenly says
“I know people find you annoying. I am one
of those people, but seeing you so sad….it
just...doesn’t make any sense. You’re the
cheerful character, Spongebob. Just
because everyone in town-” “Nearly
everyone!” Spongebob corrects, and
Plankton coughs and continues. “...Just
because nearly everyone in town abandoned
you, it doesn’t mean that they hate you.”
Plankton hoped.
Spongebob smiles and says “Thanks. That
means a lot.” He puts his arms down and
leans on the table, and slowly drifts off to
sleep, leaving Plankton to himself.
“....You’ve been through a lot, Spongebob.
No wonder you’re depressed…..” Plankton
begins.
“I wonder, if I wasn’t as evil as I am now, if
we could’ve been friends. Or even more than
friends. Lovers, perhaps.” His cheeks (what
cheeks?) burn as he thinks how they could
be in this lifetime.
“Maybe in our next life, we can work
something out. They say that when you die,
you get reborn, right?” Spongebob stirs, and
Plankton freezes. Did he hear everything?
“I want you to know, no matter what happens
tonight, I’ll be on your side.” He cuddles up
next to Spongebob and drifts off to sleep.