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    Congratulations, Drasticals!

    in Krabby Land

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    Congratulations fellow Drasticals! We pulled it together in the end and showed those Band Geeks what for!

    By the ways though, good game to anyone else who participated. This was pretty fun, and I look forwards to what Snowcember will bring.

    Scary Story Contest

    in Krabby Land

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    It was about midday, and Mr. Krabs’s car rolled down the hill, towards the kelp forest. Mr. Krabs, the proprietor of the Krusty Krab, had offered SpongeBob, Patrick, and Squidward a camping trip on a Sunday, the only day of the week that the Krusty Krab was closed. The entrance of the kelp forest appeared to look like a void from afar. The forest itself swallowed up light that entered it from above. The ultimate reason why Mr. Krabs chose this dark forest instead of a more well-traversed camping ground was likely to save money; most other camping areas would charge high rent due to having log cabins for sleeping. SpongeBob and Patrick could not hold their excitement together while in the car.
                    “Yeah, road trip! This is so exciting!” SpongeBob yelled at the top of his lungs. “This is the first time I’ve gone camping in years! And this time, it won’t be just outside my house!”
                    “I know, right?” Patrick replied back. The overweight starfish would shake the car several times throughout the trip to the forest with his hyperactivity, leaving Squidward heavily annoyed.
                    “Why’d we bring the idiot along with us?” Squidward asked. His temper was about to boil over, evident with how tightly he gritted his teeth and leered towards the back of the car. “I mean, he doesn’t work at the Krusty Krab.”
                    “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Mr. Krabs replied. “From now until we get back to Bikini Bottom, Patrick is hired. He’ll only have to pay me half the cost of what I would have charged him if I didn’t hire him.”
                    As they finished conversing, the car entered the dark forest. The thick entanglement of kelp blocked out all sunlight and left the four in nearly complete darkness, despite the time of day being just after noon.  The four exited the car and walked to the back of the car, opening the trunk and retrieving several items they would bring; a pack of matches, a rolled-up tent, a canteen of water, old Coral Bits for food, and a dusty old lantern. Squidward lit the lantern with gasoline, and Mr. Krabs led the group to a small clearing. This area of the forest did not appear to be much different from the rest of the dark, damp kelp forest, except for how it was more open than most of the rest of the area. Mr. Krabs and Squidward pulled pieces of kelp down to use for firewood and SpongeBob and Patrick set up the tent. After everything was set in place, the four sat around the campfire.
                   “Ooh, is it scary story time?” SpongeBob asked. His excitement seemed to be increasing with each passing second. As he glanced towards the eastern side of the clearing though, SpongeBob noticed a long object extending from the forest. It seemed to be writhing out of pain or some other nervous reaction. “What is that thing over there,” he exclaimed, confusedly, “and why is it moving?”
                    Mr. Krabs approached the object. “It’s a tentacle,” he yelled back over to SpongeBob and the rest of the group. After a few seconds, it stopped moving. Mr. Krabs walked along it, to find that it was not attached to anything. He picked up the now-motionless tentacle and brought it over to the campfire. SpongeBob, Patrick, and Squidward shuddered while looking at the still-slimy tentacle, which appeared to be a greenish color. When Mr. Krabs touched it with a stick, it burst open, leaking more slime everywhere. The slime nearly put out the campfire, but Mr. Krabs sat in the way of the slime before it could make contact with the fire. He walked away from the liquid and sat on a nearby log.
                    “Mr. Krabs, do you know anything about that tentacle?” Patrick inquired. Mr. Krabs’s face grew serious, and he began talking.
                    “They say, one day, many years ago, there was a kraken that would terrorize the deep,” Mr. Krabs began. “It would attack many people, leaving very few alive. Then, one day, a large lobster trap fell from the sky, and killed the kraken! However, where its body lay is still a mystery to this day. Some say it fell into a forest not unlike this one. Some say it fell into a trench. However, one thing these rumors have in common is that it is said, every 25 years, it rises from the dead as a zombie kraken, to unleash its spiritual, undead wrath upon the briny deep once again like it did all those years ago!” SpongeBob and Patrick were shaking, while Squidward sat there, unamused. “Who knows, maybe this is the forest its corpse fell into! And even worse, we don’t know if it has been 25 years since it last rose!”
                    Squidward chimed in: “And you expect us to believe your fish stories while we’re on a camping trip, one of the few things I would have been looking forward to? Besides, those are just rumors! What do we know, that tentacle could have come from anything!”
                    “But Squidward, that tentacle was so large!” SpongeBob replied, shaken from the story he was just told. “There’s no doubt about it; it was the Zombie Kraken!”
                    “Big deal,” Squidward replied, “next thing you know the fire’s going to mysteriously go out.”
                    Just then, a gust of wind blew out the fire. All four campers screamed and ran in different directions. SpongeBob ran to the northeast, Patrick to the southeast, Squidward north and Mr. Krabs west. After a few minutes, they yelled out to each other in the forest, but their calls were swallowed up in the dark entanglement of kelp. Lost, alone, afraid, all four of them knew they would have to fend for themselves in the overgrown brush. Unsteadily, they kept pressing on with their own ways, knowing they would have a low chance of seeing each other again while lost like this.
                    SpongeBob, walking alone, knew he would have to find his way out somehow. The path seemed to get thicker the further he pressed on. Even though he could not see far past an arm’s length, SpongeBob was determined to get out alive. After walking for a while, he started to get tired. He sat down, before thinking to himself. He missed the people he had travelled into the dark kelp forest with, and fearing he would never see them again, he started to break into tears. Taking a second to calm himself down, SpongeBob decided to look around for them.
                   “If I’m going to find them, then I’ll have to keep my eyes open,” he said as he walked into a thick part of the brush. “Gee, I wonder what time it is. If only I had brought my watch.” As he walked over to a tree, he saw a golden pocketwatch reflecting what little light there was. He grabbed the watch and looked at it, with the time reading as 3:00 PM. SpongeBob set the watch down next to where he found it. He set it onto a crushed-up pile of old bones.
                    “Thank you, skeleton!” SpongeBob said to the crushed-looking skeleton. When he realized what he put the watch down onto, he yelled and leaped backwards, screaming: “A SKELETON?” He looked closer at the skeleton. Its arms were crushed, and its ribcage was also broken. Shards of bone were lying around where it sat. As he looked at the pocketwatch, he realized that this fallen fish had probably also gotten lost in the deep forest and had never escaped, at least before being crushed by an unknown body. SpongeBob started to panic, and started running in the opposite direction. As he ran, he tripped on a long, green object that appeared to be covered in a reflective film. As SpongeBob looked at it, he started to shake. He quickly bolted away from it, until he came across another one. He kept running, but kept encountering more tentacles. SpongeBob felt surrounded, as they appeared to be closing in. He feared for his life and started to run towards another part of the thick brush. Meanwhile, the others were not faring so well either…
                    Patrick found himself near a deep lake. As he looked into the lake, the darkness of the kelp forest seemed to fill in the reflection of the lake. There were odd splashing sounds Patrick could hear coming from the center of the vast body of water that also resembled a body hitting water after a failed diving attempt. Patrick waded into the water, curious about what he was hearing, only to see a green tentacle rise from the lake. Fear filled his eyes as he saw it rise from right before him and stretch seemingly infinitely into the sky. Patrick ran from the tentacle, knowing he would not be able to survive if it grabbed his wet body. He dove beneath a large kelp leaf, hiding from the approaching tentacle. After several minutes, the splashing sound stopped, and Patrick stepped out from under the leaf. Deeply afraid, he decided to run off back towards the campsite, hoping he could set up another fire if he could find the matches at the clearing.
                    Squidward, after getting lost, sat down beside a large tangle of kelp. It seemed slimier than most of the other “trees” within the forest, but Squidward did not mind at first. Considering what he would have to do to get home, Squidward thought about climbing up the “tree” in order to get a better view of the area. When he tried to do this, however, the surface was too slippery for him to get a grip, and he slid down.
                    “Oh, if only there were a way I could get up there without falling down!” Squidward muttered to himself. “Even if it takes a little determination, I’m getting up there, no matter what!” He wrapped his tentacles around the “tree” and tried to climb, only to slide down yet again. “Well, I guess I’ll try a different tree this time,” Squidward said with some resignation, as he approached another large strand of kelp. As he grabbed onto this one, however, the one he attempted to climb beforehand started to lean over. It turned out to be another green tentacle, and it reached toward Squidward, who yelled before running away from it. While he was running, Squidward tripped over what appeared to be a large, yellow fungus at first. However, when he looked closer, Squidward realized that he had stumbled across SpongeBob. The yellow sponge looked up fearfully at Squidward, who was standing there, bewildered.
                    “Squidward, I’ve been looking all over for you and everyone else!” SpongeBob exclaimed. He was cheered up by Squidward’s presence, even though the latter was already distressed from the rapidly-approaching tentacle.
                    “No time,” Squidward replied, “we have to get out of here!”
                    “But what about the others?”
                    “We’ll deal with that when we save ourselves! Now move, there’s one chasing me right now!”
                    SpongeBob ran along with Squidward once the large, green tentacle was pointed out to him. They managed to find a small cave that the tentacle could not fit into. They hid within the cavern, and the tentacle passed over it. The two were relieved, but they knew they would have to go out looking for the other two. SpongeBob and Squidward agreed to work together, even though Squidward knew he would lose his patience quickly. They exited the cave and headed out in search of Mr. Krabs.
                    Meanwhile, Mr. Krabs had worked himself over to where SpongeBob originally found himself. It was getting late outside of the forest, and Mr. Krabs knew he would have to find his way out before too long. When he came across a shiny-looking object in a small puddle, Mr. Krabs could not resist reaching into the puddle to grab the object. However, when he grabbed it, the ground began to shake. What he had pinched was the end of a tentacle, and the ground broke apart when a large, green tentacle appeared from the puddle. Mr. Krabs screamed and ran away from the tentacle, as it started to tear apart more of the earth as it rapidly approached. Just then, he had bumped into Patrick, who was trying to figure out where the matches were. They reconciled, then ran before the tentacle would try to grab either of them.
                   “Where have you been?” Patrick asked. “I was trying to light a match and get another fire going. This place is scary, I don’t want to be here anymore!”
                    “I get that, but we have no time!” Mr. Krabs replied. “I too have been trying to get out of this dark forest, but I can’t find my car! We’ll have to keep being on the move if we want to get out alive!”
                    They kept running, until they discovered the tree where SpongeBob had found the skeleton. Mr. Krabs noticed the golden pocketwatch on the crushed bones, and grabbed it. Just then, he heard discussion from afar. Listening closer, he realized it was SpongeBob who was talking.
                    “…And I found an old tree with a dead guy under it!” SpongeBob said. He had a slightly fearful tone to his voice as he was describing the conditions to Squidward, who listened but was growing discontent. “And he had this pretty golden watch, but I didn’t want to take it, because he died wearing it.” SpongeBob saw Mr. Krabs grabbing the watch off of the skeleton’s neck. Mr. Krabs quickly shoved the pocketwatch out of SpongeBob’s sight. “Hey, look, it’s Mr. Krabs! And there’s Patrick!”
                    “Ahoy there lad!” Mr. Krabs replied. “I just came across this here tree, and there’s this guy. But he looks dead.”
                    “Mr. Krabs, where’s his watch?” SpongeBob replied, confusedly.
                    “Er…. What watch?”
                    “He had a golden watch. I put it near his neck.” SpongeBob gasped, then pointed at Mr. Krabs. “You didn’t steal it, did you?”
                    “Me? Steal? From a dead guy? Why would I?”
                    Just then, they heard a roar from deep within the forest. Patrick jumped into the tree, while Squidward gulped.
                    “Guess we’d better get a move on then?” Squidward said.
                    “Yep,” Mr. Krabs replied. “It sounded close.”
                    Patrick sat in the tree, scared. He stayed up there until he felt a cold, slimy tap on his shoulder. A tentacle had begun to wrap around his arm, causing Patrick to yell and jump out of the tree. He joined SpongeBob, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs, who were already dashing away from the tree. As they approached the clearing where they had set up the campsite, they realized that the roar had come from the campsite. There stood a large squid-like organism. Its flesh was green and rotting, with pieces of organs sticking out. There was a lot of slime coming off of it, enough to fill the area around it. Its eyes were pitch-black, absorbing what little light was let into the forest. It let out another roar, sending the four into a panicked state. They made a break for it, running together towards the southeast corner of the clearing. Patrick grabbed the lantern as they ran past it. The Zombie Kraken rose into the air, and began to pursue the fleeing group. They entered the car, and Mr. Krabs grabbed the car keys from his wallet. As he tried to start the car, however, he realized it ran out of gas earlier due to the remaining gas being used for the lantern. The Zombie Kraken approached quickly, and Mr. Krabs was left standing there, out in the open. Without hesitation, he grabbed the pocketwatch he got from the skeletal fish and threw it towards the Kraken’s beak. It entered the Kraken, which started to choke on the golden jewelry piece. Using this as a distraction, Mr. Krabs extracted gasoline from the lantern and put it into the car’s tank. With enough gas to carry the car back to the Krusty Krab, he floored the pedal and sped back. Everyone was accounted for, but they had left the Zombie Kraken in the forest.
                    Several weeks later, a news report crew had reported at the forest that a fire had started. Everything in the kelp forest had burnt down, and to this day, it is unknown how or why it happened, especially considering how fires cannot normally start underwater. However, the rumors were laid to rest and the whole ordeal was eventually forgotten by the group. However, an old trench was later discovered. What lay within it, may not be fully known for right now.

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