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    Allison's Corner o' Writing

    in SpongeBob's Library

    Posted

    Hoping to make this a thing again, so here's a small peek at something I've been working on lately. A post apocalyptic SB story of sorts.

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    It was another boring day in Coral Reef 768. Nothing ever happened in Reef 768 and that was the way most fish felt about it. Their lives were boring and mundane, but peaceful. One of these lives was that of SpringBob Squarehole. He’d been conceived long after the trashocalypse and only knew of it through old eels tales and his history texts at this point. It was not relevant to him beyond that it was way the Reefs existed — to keep him and the others safe from the pollution the trashocalypse had caused. SpringBob never had any desire to change his daily life or pursue a different future.

     

    That is until the day that Squid plopped in.

     

    It was that boring old day that everyone knew of. Morning chum had already passed and afternoon chum was still a half hour in the future. SpringBob and his fellow compatriots were studying in the classroom when the alarm began blaring. It was more of a shriek than anything. It was deafening. SpringBob couldn’t even hear headmaster Eugene command the students to leave quietly and peacefully. He was able to tag along nonetheless. They headed to the nearby shelter in place room where the blaring would finally begin to cease. An automated voice then came on over the speaker to say “All clear! Return to your assignments immediately!” Before anyone could leave however another voice, this one a real authentic one came through the speaker: “At this time, please come to the Reef center room as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation.”

     

    In the center of the room was the comptroller of the reef, a Mr. SJP — no one knew what the initials stood for and never dared to ask. He ruled the reef with an especially vicious grip, punishing minor infractions with extraneous sentences to the surface, the equivalent of death in this society. Lying on the floor next to SJP was a creature many of the inhabitants had read about but never seen before — a sea squid. The squidman wasn’t especially huge, but he wasn’t helped by the angle at which he clutched for assistance at. He let out light gasps as if he barely could withstand the environment he was in at the moment. SpringBob stood with the others staring at this squid, completely and utterly confused at what he was looking at.

     

    “Now I know you all are probably alarmed by the sight of this… creature,” Mr. SJP said in a rather monotone voice. “However, you know my policy here at reef 768 is the more the merrier!” Everyone stood in silence, still unsure exactly how to react. “We found this poor soul struggling by the side of some ruined city, something Bottom or another, choking on the dust bunnies in a ditch.” The Squid moved his head very tenuously, not in one direction or another however. “We chose to give him a better life here as opposed to more dead air back there. We expect everyone else in this Reef to accept our new friend as a value member of community and nothing less!” Everyone quickly nodded their head up and down. SJP then turned to him. “Son, what is your name?” In a weak rasp, he said “Chet” And that was how SpringBob came to meet that afoul Squid.

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    Snowcember Story Contest 2021

    in Krabby Land

    Posted

    A Very Scooby-Doo Christmas Spectacular

    It's the night before Christmas, and the snow-covered dirt roads of the countryside were completely untouched. That is until the groovy green Mystery Machine drove upon them. The gang was excitedly (and nervously) driving to the site of the latest mystery.

    "Like zoinks, it's Christmas! Can't we just take a day off?" Cried Shaggy from the back.

    "Rah, ray off!" Chimed in Scooby.

    Fred chuckled. "It's almost Christmas, which means it's not Christmas yet! Tomorrow, we'll take the day off."

    "Until then, we have to find out who is impersonating Jack Frost in the Klaus manor!" Velma interjected. "It's a very perplexing mystery to be sure!"

    "What if it's really Jack Frost though?" Shaggy asked fearfully. The rest of the gang (besides Scooby of course) laughed in response.

    "Oh c'mon you two!" Daphene said. "Here, have some frosted Scooby snacks to calm your nerves because we're driving up to the manor now."

    "Zoinks!" the two said in unison.

    --------------------

    A few hours later, Shaggy and Scooby were hiding in the musty, dark attic of the manor. As usual, the gang split up into groups, Fred, Daphne and Velma doing the heavy lifting and Shaggy and Scooby not messing things up.

    "You know Scoob, this is spooky but overall it's not a ba-"

    "AAGGGGHHHHH!"

    Shaggy was interrupted by a shrill, ear-piercing shriek. He'd heard the others shout plenty of times, but this wasn't a shout --- it was a scream of horror. "Ruh roh" went Scooby.

    "MWHAHAHA!" An evil laugh came. Now that sounded familiar. "YOU TWO ARE NEXT!"

    Shaggy and Scooby turned their heads around to see a pale, white icy figure staring straight at them. They didn't even have the time to say zoinks before running right through the floor and down the stairs. Running through a few doors, they saw a horrifying sight --- their friends entrapped in ice! Each of them in a huge, individual slab of ice as a giant incinerator began pumping next to them. Jack Frost then floated on in.

    "THIS CHRISTMAS WILL BE YOUR LAST IT SEEMS!" He shouted hideously. He began chasing them around the room, until Scooby ran right into the ice coffins, knocking them open and freeing the gang. Jack Frost then fell right into one himself!

    "Good job gang!" Fred said. "Now lets see who you really are!"

    Jack's head however stayed on tight. "Like I told you, I'm Jack Frost!"

    The gang just ran out the door and never returned.

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    New iFish System

    in Bulletin Board

    Posted

    Body Color: Pink

    Headwear: Jack Frost Hair
    Face/Mask: N/A
    Neck: Holiday Tie
    Body/Top: Santa Jack Skellington Costume
    Bottom/Pants: Fred Pants
    Feet/Shoes: Flipper Slippers
    Hand/Pet: N/A
    Pin: Pat Tree Pin
    Background: N/A

    Scary Story Contest

    in Krabby Land

    Posted

    Sunday Fright Football

     

    It’s Sunday night and it’s everyone’s favorite time of the week ---- Sunday Night Football! The game was advertised to be a classic between two championship contenders in the Tigers and the Red Bears. Of course because the game was being played on Halloween, there were many “frightening” and “spooky” gimmicks going on for the broadcast. One really kooky one involved an ARG filter viewers could pull up on their phone that would make the players look like ghouls and goblins on the screen!

     

     On the field it was strictly business though, just another game in an exceptionally long season. The team captains met in the center of the field, shaking hands. 

     

    “Good night for football, don’t you think Phil?”

     

    “Yeah,I guess so…” Phil said anxiously.

     

    “What’s wrong? Afraid of losin?”

     

    “Nah, I know we’ll hang in there with ya” Phil said. “There’s just something about playing on Halloween that just feels unsettling. It feels like something nasty is coming.”

     

    “Oh c’mon. Ghouls and werewolves don’t really exist, they're just legends. It’s all for the kids at this point.”

     

    The referee then motions for the coin flip and the game begins. The ball is kicked off and then suddenly… the lights go out on the TV screen. Most of the audience at home thinks it’s just the station going out briefly as cable is oft to do. On the field, however, the changes were not just the cable. Everyone on the Tigers morphed into some variation of a ghoul or a zombie-like figure, while everyone on the Red Bears became a feral beast of some variety. No one batted an eye as it fit in perfectly with the promoted ARG experience. The resulting game was a vicious, bloody nightmare that ended in the worst way possible: In a scoreless tie.

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    Skodwarde

    in Davy Jones' Locker

    Posted · Edited by Jon Snow

    The final guest write from the first guest writer!

    223b. Break The (Fourth) Leg!

    “It’s a beautiful day in Bikini Bottom as the sun shines down on Fred the Fish.” An unknown narrator begins. “Fred is entering the hospital and reminiscing on how he broke his leg for the 690th time at least.”

    *Flashback begins* Fred stands at the curb of the sidewalk eating lemon ice cream when the truck runs over his right leg. “My Leg!” He screams in abject agony, clutching at his limp leg. It reminds him of the time before wh-

    “Oh no no no!” Skodwarde intruded into the narrator’s space outside of the confines of the episode somehow. “You are not turning my show into torture porn. Get on out of here!”

    “But, but it’s essential to the plot! Besides I’m the damn narr-“ The narrator went on before Skod knocked him out cold.

    “Whatever, anyone can be the narrator for this dumb story.” Skod said. “All we gotta do is break this idiot’s leg once and get on with it!” Skodwarde then prepares his best narrator voice. “Fred finds himself once again in the hospital, no idea his doctor has been preparing for him yet again!”

    Skodwarde then transported himself back into the actual plot and became the doctor.

    “Thanks again Doc Skod for the new leg!” Fred said enthusiastically. “Hoping to b- I mean not be here anytime soon! Of course, who wants to be in a hospital?”

    “Right of course.” Skod said. “See ya never!” Skod then grinned as he pulled out Tom, the (insert cross-out) pleasure robot (end cross-out) plot device robot. “Tom! I have reprogrammed you to do nothing but destroy, decimate or annihilate Fred’s leg by any means necessary!” Skod commanded.

    Tom briefly short-circuited but then had his eyes turn red and face the camera. “Evil red eyes? Neptune, what a cliché.” Skod groaned. “No matter! Break that leg!”

    “MY! LEG! BREAK!” Tom spoke before running out of the hospital as Skod laughed maniacally.

    ------

    Fred was outside eating ice cream again (cross-out begin) because that worked out so well last time (cross-out end) when (cross-out begin) plot armor (cross-out end) SpongeBob just happened to be walking down the street at the same time.

    “Fred look out!” SpongeBob yelled instinctively, but nothing was actually happening. “Oh, just kidding!” Just then, Tom flew in and landed on top of SpongeBob’s leg! “My L- Wait, that’s not my line…”

    The plot then mysteriously pauses as Skod curses from above in the narrator’s space. “No, no, no that’s not how it goes!” Skod shouted. “Fuck it, let’s skip around a little bit.”

    In the flash of an eye, everyone was now at Fred’s job at the incredibly dangerous, chemically unstable nuclear waste facility.

    “Break it Tom!” Skod the unstable narrator yelled. “BREAK!”

    Tom then threw a highly corrosive chemical at Fred’s leg, but Fred’s (cross-out) Plot armor (cross-out) quick thinking allowed him to get out of the way quickly and it hit SpongeBob’s leg instead, melting it off instantly.

    “My Le-“ SpongeBob began screaming before it regrew immediately. “Oh yeah, that feels all fresh and new!”

    “No, no!” Skod said. “New scene!”

    Now Fred’s leg was tied to train tracks with Tom holding onto SpongeBob so tight he couldn’t move. Skod himself was conducting the train, ensuring success.

    “Don’t leave a God’s job to a robot haahah!” Skod laughed to himself. “Any last words?”

    Suddenly, Tom began short-circuiting again, his eyes now a lighter blue as he looked at the camera.

    “Yes master.. I have learned…. To love.” He stated.

    “What!?” Skod said disbelievingly. “What do you mean?”

    Tom then flicked the train away from little effort from his pinky finger because Skode gave him that amount of strength for evil. “Fred, I have come to love you and your… leg” Tom softly caressed it.

    “NO STOP STOP STOP!” Skod said as he stopped the plot once again. “What the hell is going on with this story? I wanted the robot to hurt him, not love him!”

    “This is what happens when you discard narrative effect-“ The old narrator began before Skod knocked him out again. Skod then set the narrator’s space on fire and disappeared. Tom and Fred lived happily ever after for the rest of the episode and SpongeBob went to the next episode to serve as plot device in.

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    Experiences with Roommates (Best and the Worst)

    in Robot-Pirate Island

    Posted

    For those who've had roommates, even if only short term. Just something I've been curious about lately considering my relatively extreme history with it to this point.

    My best moments probably came this semester when me and one of my housemates (I have four atm) bonded over sports, especially with football, and watched them all the time. This semester's been a bit harder to do so, especially since the Super Bowl, but we still find some moments.

    My worst moment is undoubtedly when my first roommate's drinking problem led to a lot of late night... yeah. Oh and with the girl I liked to boot. Talk about having to grow up fast!

    I've had issues at times this year as well (i.e. my roommate's passive aggressive bathroom notes) but those pale in comparison to the experiences I had the first year and half of living away. I'd probably say most of this could be solved by better communication with one another, but easier said then done as I've learned.

    Share your own experiences below!

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