All right, my first fan-fic really wasn't coming off the ground. I was planning to continue it, but then I decided it was just too lame. Admins, close and delete "My First FanFic",
pwweeeeease!Anyway, after this I've had practice. Now I feel confident that I can start publishing a fic here without fear of flaming. I got this idea from another SpongeBob forum, and I'm sure you'll appreciate it once this one eventually gets off the ground.
And no, this time, this one doesn't have colours.
But I warn you, it gets more forlorn as it goes on. Yes, this one will be continued... I hope. :|
So, without further ado...
I give you...
Missing You
by Band8PGeek
Pour. Sip. Gulp. Hic.
Pour. Sip. Gulp.
Pour. Sip. Gulp. Hic. Would this monotonous routine never come to an end? How long had he been doing it for? 10 minutes? 10 hours? 10 days? Who knew?
He didnt. He didnt know much anymore. Mind, this was only because he couldnt see through or beyond the drunken haze floating in front of him. But perhaps this was a good thing, especially if the state of his “house” was anything to go by.
Pour. Sip. Gulp. Hic. Squidward sighed. Was this his fate, sitting on the couch in a drink-stained mauve bathrobe, confined to the bottle? Staring blankly into empty space, awaiting the laughs that would never come? Externally torn, internally broken?
Hic. Was he destined to sit like this forever, a drunken mess? Nose crinkled from all the tears shed earlier, eyes that looked like theyd been run over by a lorry with 10-tonne wheels, raw brown stubble ever growing around biscuit-and-drink covered mouth?
Hic. How had his life come to this? He’d been doing great so far; he’d had a home, he’d had a job, he’d been happy. Not happy enough to be able to tolerate all the bad luck tossed at him, but happy just the same.
What had happened to wreck it all?
Hic. SpongeBob and Patrick had happened.
Pour. Hic. But this time, they hadnt blown up the Krusty Krab for the third successive time. They hadnt completely modified his house to make it look like he was even remotely interested.
No, theyd done something much worse than that.
Hic.Theyd left Bikini Bottom.
And it was all his fault
Sip. Gulp. Hic.
Pour. Sip. Gulp. Hic.