H.P. Spongecraft

Sorry, Dan. It's already a story Patrick told. Got another idea, @Danny DeVito?

STORY 3 Hocus Pocus Pathulhu This story takes place during Spring Break 2007 and the days leading up to the spring equinox. These are customer complaints made toward Horace B. Magic for his product Mr. Magic’s ALL NEW Magical Kit of Magical Magic which was made with help from a mysterious distributor. ”I can’t believe what this kit did to my son! It had a book of spells, which seemed innocent enough, but then this portal into this strange world appeared and these weird creatures came out and almost ate me! I’ll see you in court!” ”I tried to make my pet snail disappear with your kit, but all he keeps saying is HIS POWER WILL PEAK AT THE EQUINOX, and he keeps drawing this weird starfish-kraken like creature and all these people praising him. Two people I can usually see amongst the praise is this sponge in square pants and this fat dumb-looking starfish. I think I saw them a few years back. They were flying on these reef blowers, carrying a guy in a brown shirt.” “Your magic book created this weird vacuum-like thing that’s being eating everything in sight. Also, there’s a note that says HIS POWER PEAKS AT THE EQUINOX. I don’t even know what that means! Not to mention that every few words in the Magic Glossary is the word Pathulhu.” After these complaints, Horace B. Magic, proprietor of Mr. Magic Magic Kits, had several court cases made against him, and suffered many financial losses. Finally, one day, he took a pack of ALL NEW Magical Kits and ran away from his company, leaving a note. Farewell friends, for I am to find the people that wronged me and my company. They have gained a real, powerful magic in their hands, and I must stop them from using this Pathulhu from destroying the world. I do not know when I will return, but I will make this ocean right. - Mr. Magic”

Details, @Old Man Jenkins

STORY 2 Sea Tentacle Acres This story takes place on June 3, 1997 at Sea Acres. This story is taken from a collective diary hidden a few hundred feet beneath the tapes Squidward found. Author unknown. I had recently awoken from a good sleep and started another day at my beloved town Sea Acres. I got out, said hi to the neighbors, and had some breakfast. Suddenly, I could hear something being out in my mailbox. I went to check it out but there was nothing there. I went to my neighbors to talk about what had happened when I saw they were reading this magazine. My house has pretty thick hedges, so I couldn’t see the name. As soon as he finished reading, he started listening to jazz. My neighbor usually likes folk music so this was strange. What was even stranger was that my other neighbor started doing interpretive dance after reading the magazine. My neighbor never practiced interpretive dance, so this became really shocking. I walked around tue neighborhood to see the magazine had made the neighbors act weird. They started to play clarinet, they insulted each other and laughed it off. But the most unsettling thing… they wanted me to read the magazine. I decided to walk home and rest for a bit. A couple minutes later, I was getting worried about my neighbors, so I looked through my window to see for myself. I was shocked when I saw my neighbor grow a long bulbous nose, two extra feet, and suction cups appearing all over his limbs. He was becoming a cephalopod. I looked out the other window and it was the same story. I ran out the house to see cephalopod after cephalopod staring me down with that accursed magazine in their hands. I was chased into a corner of town where I am right now. It won’t be long until they come get me. I have one last thing to write. The name of the accursed magazine, the one that plagued my town is

STORY 1 The Terror of Tentacle Acres DAY 1 April 28, 2001 My name is Squidward Tentacles, and I have absolutely had it with Bikini Bottom! Not only do I have to deal with the likes of the two worst neighbors ever, but I work a dead end job with a boss more tyrannical than the resident mad scientist! I am going to move so far away, I’ll be able to brag about it. I would rather rip off my brain stem, go to the middle of the nearest 4 way intersection, and skip rope with it than go on living where I live now! Fortunately, I heard of the most wonderful place called Tentacle Acres. It’s a lovely place with people like me! I am currently on my way there. I didn’t forget to say bye to those two lamebrains, as well as to tell them that Mr. Krabs needs a new cashier! DAY 2 April 29, 2001 Today was the best day ever! I got a lovely house that looks like mine on 304 NewLife Street, and it seems my taste in exterior design is more acknowledged than I thought! Every house has them! The locals are so nice to me. They really know how to live. I got canned bread, participated in an interpretive dance academy, and ended the day playing with a clarinet trio. Not even a call from SpongeBob could ruin this day. DAY 3 April 30, 2001 More or less the same, but still perfect. DAY 4 May 1, 2001 I’ve been noticing that everyone just happens to own the same kind of clarinet I use as well as their interpretive dancing. It’s like they’re all robots or something. But I’m probably just overthinking it. DAY 5 May 2, 2001 Recently as I was picking out my canned bread, there was a camera in the aisle. A guy told me that was one of the town’s many security cameras that help keep anyone that’s not a cephalopod out. I’ve also seen that every day has been the same since I’ve moved here. It’s like I’ve been repeating the same day! DAY 6 May 3, 2001 I was a few minutes late to my clarinet performance with the trio. I had to stock up on extra canned bread. As soon as I got there, everyone looked at me like I had done something wrong! This town gets crazier and crazier every day. DAY 7 May 4, 2001 It’s been almost a week since I moved here and I know something isn’t right. Everyone has the same bike, the dances are the same, they even had the same clarinet song! I suggested to the trio we should play some different tune, and they kicked me out early! This town must be some sort of hivemind. DAY 8 May 5, 2001 Recently, I found some old tapes hidden in the backyard of my home. I was planting a garden to take my mind off this town when there they were. I think I shall watch them while I continue life here. DAY 9-13 May 6-11, 2001 What the fishpaste did I just watch?! I finished viewing the tapes, and they were all very shocking! The first tape was an ad for a town called Sea Acres, which funnily enough, looks like Tentacle Acres without a wall. I also recognized the guy in the ad was like the guy in the Tentacle Acres commercial. Wanting to know more, I watched a few more tapes. Some of them were home movies, but others were strange. One tape showed this family in Sea Acres receiving this magazine in the mail. The tape was too blurry to show the magazine’s name, but the family seemed to be… entranced by it. As I kept watching, something horrible happened. As they read the magazine, their noses became longer. They turned gray. They gained two extra legs which became tentacles. I had learned the horrible truth. Tentacle Acres didn’t always have cephalopods… but the most haunting part came at the end… the camera peeked out the window to reveal that same magazine in the mail of every house surrounding the camera. I couldn’t watch any more. I was shocked and appalled. I need to get out of here. DAY 14-20 May 12-18, 2001 I gathered some gardening tools for defense, canned bread as bait, and a few clarinets as a lure. I was gonna escape this town whether they liked it or not. But as soon as I was ready and ran to the gate, I noticed everyone becoming like… savages! They growled and started to chase me! One even bit me! I was knocked out and awoken back in my own house. I looked out to see all of Tentacle Acres calling my name. But I’m not getting out. I’m gonna stay here until I can find a way back to Bikini Bottom! DAY 21-28 May 19-28, 2001 I stayed in my house for over a week constantly defending it from those clarinet creeps until they arrived… SpongeBob and Patrick. They wanted to visit me so they flew in on reef blowers. For the first time ever… I was glad to see them. I told them everything. Sea Acres, the magazine, but they didn’t believe me. Thinking of a quick escape, I asked the two if they could fly me over the town. They fortunately obliged. I was free from Tentacle Acres, but one question still eludes me… what was in that magazine to hold such strange power?

As you know, the regions of the ocean are often crossing into The Tidal Zone, which can cause strange and unexplainable events to happen. But when did it start? How disastrous has The Tidal Zone been? And more importantly… who is behind it? This is a collaborative effort similar to H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos in which we make stories about the Tidal Zone crossing into different regions, the events that happen, and the entities behind it. Also, each story must take place in the same universe with the help of minor details or something. Take note of this. You can even use your story to explain things that happen in SpongeBob, Kamp Koral, or The Patrick Star Show. One more thing, leave me a suggestion for a Tidal Zone story and it shall be done!