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Ah...TheMysteriousMrEnter. He's somewhat considered an outcast among animation critics and the internet as a whole, yet somehow he still has an influence on SpongeBob discussion to this day, albeit in some of the least admirable (hehe) ways possible. You'd think given such a reputation he'd want to leave that part of his past behind, but the truth is he is Among Us! Or at least he could be. Meh, probably not. But it's fun to think about the hilarious shitstorm that universe would be. It's fun to imagine...What If...? Episode 10: What If...Mr. Enter Joined SBC? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Thread: 128b. Stuck In The Wringer. A new post appears.] MystifyingEntryway: To this day, I still loathe this episode. I would beat the everloving shit out of Patrick if I could. The one thing I liked was when SpongeBob and Squidward made love in the ordering boat, but that's it. Atrocious. jjs: agreed WhoBob: oh no Slug: Godly way to bump a topic. sbl: Looks like someone's a decade behind the times! Hawk: Next you'll be telling us about how the moral is rancid and the background fish are assholes. MystifyingEntryway: Both are true. Everyone is so mean-spirited towards SpongeBob for no reason. I wish I could jump through the screen and murder those fish telling off SpongeBob. Also, crying to solve your problems CLEARLY isn't a moral you should be teaching to children. I cannot express enough how much I despise those writers. Hawk: ...speak of the devil. Winter: Let's see... thinks episode is mean-spirited wants to kill fictional characters insults the staff He's checking off every box so far Carotte: this episode's not good and all, everyone knows, but can we not insult the writers of the show please? MystifyingEntryway: They need to pay for their crimes immediately. Impalement sounds like a fitting punishment. I will see to it myself if necessary. Carotte: ok you are getting too fat Slug: Aaaand with that we've officially entered violent shitshow territory. SOF: this isnt funny dude... Winter: Hey, you should join SBM! There you can threaten the crew all you want, and the admins will do nothing! jjs: as for here, you get one last chance before you're out MystifyingEntryway: I was going to make an account on SpongeBuddy Mania originally, but I noticed a severe lack of discussion on the September 11 attacks, despite the site being launched only three years after. It felt very ignorant of the time, so I changed my mind. SOF: bruh Wumbo: what in the living HELL does 9/11 have to do with a spongebob fansite Prez: spongebob did 9/11 Wumbo: true I forgot about that salmon: hey uh, do we think it's possible that this "mystic entry" guy here could be, i don't know...mr. enter??? MystifyingEntryway: Fuck you. jjs: see ya later bran flakes [MystifyingEntryway is banned for being stupid.] dman: so are we all just gonna ignore that he enjoys the spongebob and squidward sex scene ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After his exile from SBC, an enraged Enter decides to start a new series on his channel. In the first (and only) episode of Online Outrages, he plays the victim by crying and screaming for 20 minutes about how he was mistreated by SBC, but the internet does not hear him out. The video unexpectedly goes viral, becoming one of the most disliked on all of YouTube right behind the baby shark dance, and also becoming a great source of ridicule for about three weeks. Simultaneously, SBC traffic explodes as several new users join to make fun of Enter's posts, with the Stuck in the Wringer topic gaining millions of views and eventually becoming the most viewed in the site's history. Enter's social status degrades from outcast to pariah overnight, resulting in him never uploading anything to YouTube again and going completely silent on all his accounts. To this day, no one knows where Mr. Enter is. Whether he's finally taking a hint and going off the grid or just hiding behind another pseudonym, all that matters is his channel is dead and SBC is thriving. Although, I will admit, he may have been right about one thing...I guess crying doesn't solve your problems after all!

Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear river. It's an ocean of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite communities, creating alternate shows from the ones you know. I am WinterArcanine. I am your guide through these vast new realities.... or at least, your guide for this specific reality. Follow me and ponder the question... "What if?" Episode 9: What if The Security System didn’t take control of Squidward’s house? In this reality, Good Neighbors was happening exactly as normal. Spongebob and Patrick are annoying Squidward, Squidward is miserable, Zoomers are laughing their ass off, and Geek Ultimatum Network is seething. But something is different. The security system will not take control of Squidward’s house. SpongeBob: We hereby present you with this delicious cake. Squidward: "Sorry for bugging you so much"? What the...? Security system, help! Intruder alert! Intruder alert! What's the matter with you?! Security System: No threat detected. Squidward: [furious, banging on security system] Oh you infernal contraption! I'm gonna ship you off to the scrapheap you came from! Security System: THREAT DETECTED. ......... And nothing happened. Squidward was confused. “Well... are you gonna do anything?” Spongebob and Patrick were still looking at Squidward sadly. “We feel bad we ruined your Sunday”, Spongebob said, “So we made you this cake to apologize”. Squidward didn’t care, and just ignored it, still yelling at the security system. “What a fucking waste of money!!! This thing doesn’t fucking do ANYTHING!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!” He screamed in rage, as he furiously ripped the security system out of the wall and threw it out the window. Spongebob and Patrick, scared by how angry Squidward was, decided they should probably just leave. “Ok, sorry if we caused any more problems Squidward, we’ll stay away for the rest of the day”, and they went back to their houses. And that was that. That’s what happens when the security system doesn’t take control of Squidward’s house. The end! Or is it... The next day, Squidward felt grumpier than ever. It was, yet again, the beginning of the work week. Squidward already hates this time of the month-er, I mean week, and he didn’t even get to relax this Sunday! While at the Krusty Krab, he was surprised to see that the food was being made almost instantly! When Squidward got another order, this time for a Krabby Patty and a side of Kelp Fries, he noticed Spongebob said “Coming right up!” in an almost pained voice. Slightly concerned, he went into the kitchen to check how it was going, and he was shocked to see that Spongebob’s hand was in the fryer! “Spongebob! Why is your hand in the fryer?” Squidward asked him. “Oh, It’s just a quicker way to make the fries that I tried out! I move the Fries inside the fryer myself, and they get fried much quicker! Squidward was shocked. “Doesn’t that hurt?” Spongebob laughed. “It doesn’t hurt THAT much if you move your hands a bit! I read about this idea a while ago, but I never did it until now. But I felt like taking risks today.” Squidward found this strange and concerning, but thought it was just another weird Spongebob thing that wouldn’t last the day. So he was shocked to see that the next day, Spongebob was running to the Krusty Krab while on fire! “WHAT THE FUCK SPONGEBOB???” Squidward yelled at him. Spongebob simply responded “I felt like making my walk to the Krusty Krab riskier today! The fire will extinguish when I get to the Krusty Krab!” He kept making risks while cooking at the Krusty Krab too. Later that day, Mr. Krabs brought Squidward to his office. “So, I just wanted to let you know that this week is “Make Your Daughter Work Week”, so Pearl will be working here. Therefore, I have decided you can take the week off! Pearl will be taking your place.” Squidward was very excited. “Oh, thank you Mr Krabs! I can finally relax for a week!” Squidward returned back home for a relaxing week off of work. He did things like watch TV, play his Clarinet, and whatever else he wanted to do. At first, he kept feeling fearful that Spongebob and Patrick would annoy him. Eventually, he stopped worrying. He never heard anything from Spongebob or Patrick at all! Squidward didn’t even notice. He was having the best week he had in years! One day, he decided to do some errands, and went to the bank to cash in some money. To his shock, he saw Spongebob and Patrick outside of the bank in disguises, holding bags of stolen money. “Spongebob? Patrick? Did you just rob the bank!?” “Yep”, Spongebob said, “and we did it as stealthily as possible so we didn’t bother anyone”. Squidward was shocked; this seemed absurdly out of character from them. “Why did you rob the bank? You don’t even care about money!” Patrick responded “We just wanted to do something dangerous and risky!” Squidward was once again shocked by this behavior, but it didn’t dawn on him how bad it was getting until Mr. Krabs came to his door on the last day of his week off, looking extremely concerned. “I’m sorry to bother you on your week off, but do you have any idea where Spongebob is? He hasn’t come into work for days now. I tried asking Patrick, but he’s gone too”. Squidward was shocked. “What? He hasn’t went to work at all? I don’t know where he is, but he’s been acting strangely, he even robbed a bank a couple days ago.” “WHAT???” Mr Krabs exclaimed, “Has he gone insane? Squidward, I need you to find Spongebob ASAP, and bring him back to his senses! The Krusty Krab needs him! Pearl’s been going crazy having to do both of your jobs!” Normally, Squidward would refuse to do something like this, as he would prefer to enjoy his weekend off. But he was getting concerned for Spongebob himself, so he agreed. He searched for days throughout the entire planet’s oceans to try to find Spongebob and Patrick. He searched through the Great Barrier Reef, the Atlantic Ocean, the Caribbean, the Mediterranean, Hawaii, the North and South Pole, everywhere, and Squidward couldn’t find them. Eventually, he finally managed to find them at the edge of the Mariana Trench, the deepest place on the planet. He was shocked to see them there, as it was one of the most dangerous places in the entire ocean. They looked very injured, yet happy and excited. Squidward: Spongebob? Patrick? What are you two doing here? Spongebob: We were gonna jump down into the Mariana Trench! It’s gonna be SO FUN! Squidward: You’re doing WHAT? SpongeBob, that’s insanely dangerous! Spongebob: Yeah I know! Squidward: What has gotten into you two? None of you are acting like yourselves! Since when did you like doing extreme stunts like this? Patrick: We just never realized how fun it is to do these things! We love it! Squidward: But... Spongebob, this is the MARIANA TRENCH!!! It’s the largest drop in the entire world! You can’t just jump down that, you’ll die! Spongebob: So? Then there won’t be a threat anymore! Just then, it finally dawned on Squidward what had happened. Because you see, in this universe, the security system didn’t take control of Squidward’s house. It took control of Spongebob and Patrick. It felt mean, cruel, and just plain unfair of the security system to do this. All Squidward wanted was to enjoy his Sunday to himself, and deep down, he truly cared for Spongebob and Patrick, and wanted them to also be happy... Just a little less annoying. But that can never happen, can it? GAH! FUCK THIS EPISO- Squidward: Wha-SPONGEBOB! I didn’t mean that you were a threat! I just wanted some peace and quiet! Please don’t kill yourself like this! Spongebob: No Squidward. I must do this. Then I would finally have done what you wanted me to. He said this in a metallic, cold, and almost robotic voice, almost like the security system. He barely even sounded like himself. Squidward: Spongebob, PLEASE! I don’t want you to die! I never wanted any of this! Patrick: I don’t see why it matters Squidward. We’re just gonna jump down the trench and live! It’ll be the coolest thing ever! Spongebob: Yeah, It’ll be so much fun! You can watch us if you want! Squidward: Spongebob, I’m not letting you jump down! Please Spongebob....I know I don’t act like it, but I truly do like you! Sure you annoy me sometimes, but you’re so nice and happy, and you’re one of the best people I’ve ever known. I truly do like you....Please come home and be yourself again!!! Spongebob: No, Squidward. We can’t do that. We’d be so annoying and we’d be terrible neighbors. Squidward: NO YOU AREN’T! YOU TWO ARE WONDERFUL NEIGHBORS! AND START CALLING ME PRESIDENT! Spongebob: I’m sorry president, but I’ve already made up my mind. This is just too much fun to skip! Are you ready Patrick? Patrick: Yes Spongebob! And the two started to sprint over to the trench... Squidward: NOOOOOOO! And Spongebob and Patrick jumped down into the trench, as Squidward watched horribly. They zoomed down to the trench, zoomed into the darkness of the deep, their expressions deeply in excitement, clearly having the time of their life, as they rushed down to the deepest place on Earth... ...Well, I don’t know how else to put it. They died. Your favorite positive and naive nitwits from your childhood just died. Brutally. There’s no way to know how it felt, but it must have been extremely painful. Luckily, the intense darkness of the trench made it so that no one can see their dead bodies. Not that it matters, because there was nothing left of them anyway. The only good thing to say about what happened is that at least Squidward didn’t have to see their death. But regardless, he knew what had happened. He quickly teared up, and then sobbed wildly. He didn’t even have the strength to try to control himself. He had never been more upset and distraught in his entire life. The kindest, most wholesome person he even knew, as well as that person’s best friend, had just died, and it was all his fault. He didn’t know what to do now, because he had nothing. He hates his job, he hates Bikini Bottom, his two neighbors just died, and he knew he could never relax in his house ever again, knowing what he had done just to get a night’s peace. He had nothing left. What was he supposed to do now? “Hey, do you have 7 hours? We need an Octopus to help us with something." Squidward looked back in confusion at the cat and raven standing behind him.