Chapter 3

Spongebob kept his eyes trained on the confused teenager, an evil glint in his eyes. Todd still didn’t respond so he continued, “Well then, Mr. Depressed-because-the-world-hates-me, I have just the thing for you!”

He randomly grew a couple dozen arms, all of which were located in the kitchen area. At the same time all of them reached into the drawers and cupboards to pull out knives of varying sizes. Without a moment’s notice, and with precise aim, he threw them all directly at Todd.

Every one of them pierced their target, sinking deep into his skin. The boy franticly screamed out in pain, it being the most intense thing he’d ever felt. But although all those knives were sticking out of his body, none of them had hit him in a fatal area.

He looked down, gazing at the twenty-five knives sticking out of his gut and torso. He was used to seeing blood, but not like this. He tried to scream in pain again, but only succeeded in coughing up some of the thick crimson liquid.

His gazed soon turned to Spongebob’s crazed face, and his eyes shot up to his forehead. A steady stream of blood trickled down his nose and cheeks; faster than he could have possibly known, he’d finished the job.

Sticking out of his forehead was the knife that Spongebob had previously taken from him. In his rage the sponge had taken it from its hiding place and hurled it at his head, and was now the thing that finished the angsty teenager’s life.

With that he crumpled, nothing more and nothing less than dead.

The rest of the family stared on as his blood continued to spill, horrified looks on their faces. They’d known that their house was crazy, but they’d never expected something like this. Their oldest son was dead, and there was nothing they could do.

“Ah, that’s going to leave a mark. But at least it wasn’t painful for too long, I think,” Spongebob said thoughtfully, though he didn’t calm down at all. The feeling to destroy, to hurt, refused to leave him.

The family said nothing, not knowing what they could possibly say. They were stunned by their son’s death.

“You…killed him. You killed our son!” the mother uttered quietly, confused.

“You killed my friends,” the sponge justified.

A moment of tense silence went by, before anyone said anything more.

Spongebob started to giggle, remembering something he’d forgotten. One of his daily chores hadn’t yet been fulfilled, and his eye twitched slightly as he exclaimed, “OH! I almost forgot something…it’s bath time!”

He turned to the toddlers, morphing his body at the same time. One of his arms became a hose, which one of his other arms attached to the faucet. He didn’t even feel the hotness of it, being so enveloped in his rage.

He aimed the outer end of the arm hose at the two kids, making sure he wouldn’t miss. With a giddy laugh he turned the water on full blast and said, “Ehehehe! Here goes!”

Searing hot water spouted from the end of the hose, drenching the youngsters. As their big brother had done, they wailed in pain, wanting more than anything to make it stop.

They could feel the water washing over them at first, but soon the numbness took over and they felt nothing. Their eyes burned, having been open when the water hit them, and varying colours of red crept across their tiny bodies. The burns quickly evolved.

Before their parents vary eyes, they saw their children’s skin bubble and burn, turning black after not too long, falling victim to their psychotic house. The water soon ceased along with their cries, but their injuries were permanent, and they soon realized that they would indeed be fatal.

They both had third degree burns all over their bodies, something that they couldn’t handle at such a young age and with no medical help. As the parents got a good look at them, they knew that they were dead.

“Why?” the mom sobbed, gazing at the lifeless bodies of her two youngest kids. This was devastating for her, losing all three of her children in the same day and right after each other.

She wanted to stay here to say her last goodbyes to her children, but at the same time she wanted to run away and save herself. It was a hard decision, but she ultimately decided to wait it out, and try her hardest to save both herself and her husband.

Spongebob merely laughed, getting a kick out of this.

“Honey, there’s nothing we can do for them now,” the father said sadly yet franticly, looking around at something, anything, that could be used to formulate a new plan, “We just have to get out of here!”

A nearby phone caught his eye and he immediately reached for it. Fear flowing through his veins as he dialled 911, though dialling the number was as far as he got. Spongebob, who controlled the house and everything in it, had cut the phone line.

“Damn…” the dad cursed silently to himself, and then turned back to his wife and said, “Try your cell phone, there’s a chance it might still work. We’re running out of options…”

She took his advice and reached into her pants pocket, pulling out a sleek black cell phone. For once in her life she was glad to have the habit of carrying it around with her everywhere. However, at the same that wasn’t exactly the best thing.

As she dialled the emergency number she met her demise. Spongebob channelled a very large chunk of the electricity that kept him alive through the phone, and into her body. The result, amazingly, was similar to that of a lightning bolt striking a tree, except without the fire.

Electricity coursed through her body, frying her from the inside out. A sickening burning smell filled the air, causing her husband to cough and hack. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, only the whites of her eyes showing.

The electrical energy exited from her body through her foot when the sponge finally stopped after a few moments, when he was sure she wouldn’t be getting up any time soon. She slumped to the floor, steam rising from her fried body.

It was, without a reservation, a major case of overkill.

“Oh god…oh god…” the father said in a horrified tone of voice, looking onward at the fallen body of his wife. He couldn’t believe this; he was all alone, his entire family had been killed.

Had he been sitting on the floor he’d now be rocking back and forth like a crazy person, though losing everything he held dear so quickly had driven him very close to the edge of losing the last of his sanity. He had no more ideas, no ways to keep himself alive.

He couldn’t get out, his wife and kids were dead, he couldn’t call for help, everything he held dear had been so suddenly taken from him, and his house was in total and complete control. He thought that all hope was utterly lost. That is, until a miracle came to him.

Amazingly the 911 call had gotten through, and even though he hadn’t been able to say anything, the workers down there investigated anyway. They’d been keeping an eye on the house the whole time, just in case, but hadn’t noticed it acting out. It had happened so suddenly.

They had an emergency plan in case of a situation similar to this, and though they’d been sceptical before, they were now glad that the scientists had approached them with the warning.

The father backed away toward a window, located in one of Spongebob’s many holes. He hoped that it would be unlocked, but to his disdain it was shut tight. He grew frantic, nearly wanting to do anything to get out of here, or if worse came to worse, kill him before his house could.

Suddenly all the lights went out, and the sponge stopped dead in his tracks. At first the father didn’t know what to think, in a state of utter shock, but soon he realized what had happened.

The people down there that had taken the 911 call had taken the appropriate actions, and had cut all power to the house. It was a last ditch effort to save who could very well be the sole survivor or the ordeal.

He thought he was safe and let out a sigh of relief and wiping the sweat off his brow. His victory was short lived, though, because he soon realized that he was still very much in danger, and still without a way to get out.

Luck was a doubled edges sword, and although the emergency workers had possibly saved other people’s lives, they’d ensured the father’s death. The electricity had been keeping Spongebob standing, acting as his brain, but now that there was no power going to the house there was nothing supporting it either.

He first realized he wasn’t out of the danger zone yet when he noticed the ceiling starting to sag toward him, still burning hot. It wouldn’t cool down for a long while. He hoped to the high heavens that it would stop, but to his great disappointment it kept on falling.

The sponge soon was so close to him that he knew he wasn’t going to make it, but that didn’t stop him from struggling for his life. As it crept closer he held out his hand to hold it back, ignoring the searing pain that traveled to his hands.

His plan didn’t work, and he could soon feel the sponge pressing up against his body, crushing him. As it fell it gained a bit of speed, to a point where he didn’t have any time to react aside from cowering.

He was unable to escape, Spongebob burying him uncontrollably. The wind was knocked out of him but despite that, he still fought for his life, unsuccessful and futile as it was. He tried to escape, but the mass of sponge prevented that from happening.

His last thoughts before he kicked the bucket were about his family, and vaguely about the pain in his body. He didn’t make it, nor did Spongebob. They were dead and would remain so for the rest of eternity.

Though the death of an entire family was tragic and many of the locals protested and wanted desperately for it to stop, scientists continued their genetic research and experimental mutations such as this, stopping at nothing to learn more.

The moral of this story, my friends, is that genetic testing is OK, though it can very quickly get out of hand. Although searching for the answers to the world can lead to some pretty awesome revelations and the like, much of the time these discoveries are used for the wrong reasons.

::end of chapter 3::

Well, here it is, in all its twisted glory. House of Sponge, completed. I'm actually pretty happy with the result, and after adding some detail put it from two chapters to three. I tell you, when I started this, there was nothing to it. Hehehe.

Anyway, I hope you all got a laugh out of this, because I know I did. I really love writing cruel stuff like this occasionally!