A/N: I’M BACK BABY! Oh yeah! Well, if you haven’t already heard it on my profile, I’m back to write more stories. You just can’t get rid of me! Muahaha! Well anyways, read my profile for more details.

And I know; ANOTHER god damn SpongeBob story from me! Well, my new stories aren’t going to be as sick and perverted as before. I actually went back and read some of my old stories and for a few of them (especially my SpongeBob fics, lol) I couldn’t help but think, “Damn! This is crap!” XD

So, maybe if I can’t control myself I might add a little sexual content and perverted crap but I’m going to cut down on all that immature crap and I’m also going to cut down on swearing because all the swearing I used to put it was just immature.

Well anyways, just read and enjoy my newest story! I personally think this one is too cliché but I guess you can be the judge of that!

BTW, I may or may not make a series of "untold stories" of a bunch of SpongeBob characters, but only if more ideas like this pop up.

The sun was finally up and it was now a new, bright and shiny day. The light shone into SpongeBob’s bedroom and suddenly SpongeBob’s alarm clock went off.

HONK!!!

HONK!!!!

HONK!!!!!

“Yay, it’s Monday!” SpongeBob yelped with overpowering joy as he jumped out of his bed in his underwear. “I’m coming out today!”

“Meow,” Gary replied in a cranky tone as he popped his eyes open.

“Oh, you mean I’m coming out of the closet on Thursday?” SpongeBob asked.

Gary yawned loudly and then replied, “Meow.”

“Oh…well still it’s Monday! That means I get to go to work today!” SpongeBob yelled as he ran into his closet and then quickly jumped out, completely dressed. “I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready ready ready!” SpongeBob said as he ran out of the room.

“You’re not ready, you’re GAY!” Gary screamed.

SpongeBob then jumped back in the room and asked, “Did you just talk?”

“Meow?” Gary asked.

“Hmm, all that alcohol must’ve gotten to my head,” SpongeBob said.

“Meow?” Gary asked.

“No Gary, I’m only an alcoholic on Sunday’s! I’m sober every other day of the week! I must’ve just over-did it last night,” SpongeBob said as he skipped out of the room. He then burst out of his metal front door and ran to Squidward’s house. “Oh Squidward! Squidward!” SpongeBob said as he ran into Squidward’s house.

“What do you want you faggot?” Squidward’s voice asked from a distance.

“It’s the best day ever!” SpongeBob said.

“What, the apocalypse?” Squidward asked.

“No, it’s Monday!” SpongeBob said. There was no answer. “Hello? We have to go to work!”

“It’s Monday, huh?” Squidward’s voice asked in the distance. “Monday is my continual suicide attempt day! Now leave me alone!” Suddenly a loud SNAP was heard and Squidward plummeted to the hard wood floor and a rope landed on top of him. “God…damn…IT!!!!” Squidward miserably wined in pain. “Why does the fan always break when I try to hang myself?”

“But Squidward, didn’t you call that therapist I told you to go to?” SpongeBob asked.

“I did, and there’s a reason why they’re called ‘therapists’, and that’s why I’m never gonna see a therapist again!” Squidward yelled as he slowly stood up, hearing a few pops coming from his joints.

“What do you mean?” SpongeBob asked.

“Separate the ‘e’ from the ‘r’ in the word ‘therapist’ and what do you get?” Squidward asked.

“Hmm…let me think,” SpongeBob said as he hesitated. “Whoa! So he…” SpongeBob asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Squidward yelled.

“Well…uh…what was that therapist’s name? You know…so I can have some fun…I mean…uh…report him to my ass…I mean the police, yeah, that’s what I meant!” SpongeBob nervously said. Squidward then slapped his face.

“You are such a fag!” Squidward said. “Now SpongeBob, could you hand me that bottle of pills on the counter over there?” Squidward asked as he pointed at a bottle of pills on the kitchen counter.

“Okay, sure,” SpongeBob said as he grabbed the bottle and handed it to Squidward. “There ya go, pal! What pills are those, anyway?”

“My…uh…allergy pills…yeah,” Squidward anxiously replied.

“Hey, wait a minute!” SpongeBob said in a concerned tone. “Oh my god!”

“Oh shit,” Squidward said, thinking that SpongeBob found out what he was really going to do with the pills.

“I’m gonna be late for work!” SpongeBob screamed as he ran outside.

“Phew!” Squidward said as he wiped the sweat from his wet forehead with the back of his hand. He then looked back and forth suspiciously, popped open the bottle of pills and chugged down the whole bottle.

“Hey SpongeBob,” Patrick said as SpongeBob ran past him.

“Not now Patrick, I gotta go to work!” SpongeBob quickly said as he continued to run.

“But today’s my ‘have sex with SpongeBob’ day!” Patrick said.

“Sorry, can’t right now!” SpongeBob yelled back at Patrick. “Hmm, what a coincidence, today is Squidward’s ‘continual suicide attempt’ day and it’s also Patrick’s ‘have sex with SpongeBob’ day. He, I wonder what day this is for Mr. Krabs.” SpongeBob then slowed down as he ran into the Krusty Krap. “Hey Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs!” SpongeBob said as he ran around looking for his boss. “Hmm, I wonder where he could be,” SpongeBob said until a light bulb popped over his head and he snapped his finger. “Of course! He’s in his office!” SpongeBob was about to barge into Mr. Krabs’ office until he heard the sound of crying coming from inside the office. “Um…Mr. Krabs, what’s going on in there? Are you crying?”

“Go away, SpongeBob! I can’t stand this day any longer!” Mr. Krabs’ voice cried in a whimpering tone screamed from inside the office.

“But it’s only eight-o-clock in the morning, and you already can’t stand this day any longer? What’s wrong?” SpongeBob said as he grabbed the door knob.

“Don’t come in here! Don’t look at me! I’m a WRECK!!!” Mr. Krabs’ voice howled.

“Mr. Krabs, if something is wrong I want to help you,” SpongeBob said.

“…I…I…I just don’t want to talk about it! It’s already…hard…enough to even THINK about IT!!!!” Mr. Krabs’ voice whimpered in-between sobs and sniffles. SpongeBob slowly crept into Mr. Krabs’ office. The entire room was a mess; the floor was littered with used tissues, scraps of paper, money and old photos. The floor was also drenched in tears. SpongeBob leaned over and picked up a photo drenched in tears. He rubbed the photo on his shirt to dry it off and he then looked at it and observed it. A young, rather dashing female crab was on the photo. She had blonde hair that touched her shoulders and shiny, yellow ear rings on the sides of her head. Her left claw was waving at the camera and a wedding ring with a small diamond on it was placed on her claw. The woman was dressed in a wedding gown and in the background a ‘just married sign’ was placed on the wall. The woman was very attractive and had a beautiful smile. “Who…who is this?” SpongeBob asked.

Mr. Krabs crawled out from under his desk, his entire face drenched in tears and his eyes bloodshot from crying too hard. “I thought…I told you…to get the hell out of here!!!” Mr. Krabs angrily screamed as more tears built in his eyes.

“I just want to help you,” SpongeBob said.

“Alright…alright,” Mr. Krabs said as he wiped his nose. “I was told that I shouldn’t bottle up my emotions so…I guess it wouldn’t hurt too badly to tell you the truth. You see, the picture of that woman you’re holding…well…she was…she was…my…my…my…”

“You’re wife?” SpongeBob asked.

“Yes,” Mr. Krabs quietly answered in a high-pitched tone.

“I never knew you had a wife,” SpongeBob said. “She sure is beautiful.”

“I know, isn’t she the most gorgeous thing you ever seen?” Mr. Krabs whimpered as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He then got off his little knees and walked towards SpongeBob. “Here, take a seat,” Mr. Krabs said as he sat down in a chair and offered SpongeBob a seat. SpongeBob sat down without saying anything, still holding the picture in his hand.

“Her name was Elsie,” Mr. Krabs sobbed.

“How come you never told me about her?” SpongeBob asked.

“Because…it would bring back too many painful memories!” Mr. Krabs cried.

“What happened?” SpongeBob asked.

“Well…do you know what today is? Today is the anniversary of her…her…” Mr. Krabs blubbered until he finally choked up the word ‘death’ in a high-pitched, whiney voice.

“Oh my god, I’m so truly sorry,” SpongeBob said as he wiped a tear from his eye.

“It all happened this very day, fourteen years ago…” Mr. Krabs said.

-Fourteen Years Earlier-

An ambulance zoomed through the streets as the brakes were immediately slammed, leaving skid marks on the street as it stopped right in front of the hospital.

BOOM! The double-doors into the hallway burst open as Elsie; Mr. Krabs’ wife was carried into a room on a hospital bed. Her blonde hair was a little messy, her eyes were bloodshot and her stomach was bloated and huge. She moaned and groaned as she was finally pushed into the delivery room.

Mr. Krabs ran to her and grabbed her hand. “Remember the breathing exercising, honey,” Mr. Krabs said to her in a concerned voice.

“OH GOD!” Elsie screamed as she bared her teeth and roared, holding onto her bloated stomach.

“Honey, you need pain-relievers,” Mr. Krabs said as he squeezed Elsie’s hand even harder.

“No, Eugene, I want the baby to be born naturally. Besides, it’s healthier for the baby if I don’t use any-HOLY SHIT!!! OH MY GOD! OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!!” Elsie screamed as she squeezed her eyes tight and tried to do the breathing exercises she was taught.

A nurse then walked to them and said, “Girl, if you think that’s painful, you aint seen nothin’ yet! That’s about to get a hundred times worse.” The nurse then nodded her head in discontent and walked away.

Elsie then grabbed Mr. Krabs by the shirt and screamed in his face, “YOU NEED TO GET ME SOME PAIN-RELIEVERS GOD DAMN IT!!!”

“Okay, okay. Hold on, honey,” Mr. Krabs said, trying to keep calm.

“HOLD ON? HOLD ON??? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? THIS FAT-ASS BABY IS ABOUT TO TEAR MY VAGINA TO SHREDS AND YOU’RE TELLING ME TO HOLD ON?!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED THE GOD DAMN PAIN-RELIEVERS RIGHT NOW DAMN YOU!!!” Elsie roared through bared teeth as she violently let go of Mr. Krabs’ shirt.

“You need to get my wife some pain-relievers right now!” Mr. Krabs yelled as he ran to the doctor.

“Okay, does she have any prescriptions for…” the doctor replied until Mr. Krabs grabbed him by his shirt.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this crap! My wife is about to have a baby now just give me a god damn bottle of pain killers!” Mr. Krabs screamed.

“Okay, okay!” The now scared doctor said as he gave Mr. Krabs a bottle.

-A few minutes later-

“Come on, push, PUSH!” The doctor said, kneeling before Elsie’s spread legs.

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Elsie screamed as her bloodshot eyes popped open. Her face turned redder than it already was and her popping, purple veins could be seen on her temples and neck. Elsie grabbed onto the metal bars on the sides of the bed so hard that the metal actually snapped in have. “HOLY SHI-I-I-IIIIIIIT!!!! OH MY GOD! MAKE IT STOP!!!!” Elsie cried. “THE GOD DAMN PAIN KILLERS DIDN’T WORK!”

“Uh, they should’ve taken effect already. Trust me, if you didn’t take those pills, what you’re feeling now would probably feel about a hundred times worse,” the doctor said. “Now keep pushing, don’t stop!”

“-AAAAAHHHH-AAAAAHHHH-OH GOD!” Elsie roared. “SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH I HATE YOU!!!! GOD!!!!!!”

“It’s almost out, come on, just a little more…” the doctor yelled. Suddenly Elsie let out a huge sigh of relieve and she leaned back in her bed and unclenched her fists as her breathing slowly got slower and lighter. Something was wrong though, her face grew unusually pale and her breathing suddenly stopped.

“Honey? Honey?!!” Mr. Krabs screamed in concern.

“Dear god, no!” The doctor screamed.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Mr. Krabs yelled.

“She’s losing too much blood!” The doctor said. “We need an IV pack immediately!”

“Honey…honey, please don’t leave me! You have to fight! Fight!” Mr. Krabs cried as tears started crawling from the pits of his eyes as he grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. The sound of a flat-lining heart monitor could be heard echoing in the room, and suddenly it stopped.

“I’m…sorry, sir. It happened…too fast. We…we…” the doctor sadly said as he sighed in depression. “We couldn’t save her, there simply just wasn’t enough time.”

“No…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Mr. Krabs cried as he tried to wipe the tears from his cheeks. It was no use though, the tears he wiped off her immediately replaced with new tears. “Can…can I at least see our…I mean…my baby?” Mr. Krabs whimpered as he wiped his nose.

“No wait, something’s wrong with the baby!” Another doctor said.

“Oh my god, you’re right, his breathing isn’t normal,” the doctor said.

“It’s a boy? Please, let me see my beautiful boy!” Mr. Krabs sobbed.

“Sorry sir, we can’t! Are you aware that the baby was born prematurely?” The doctor asked in concern.

“Yes, I’m aware of that, why?” Mr. Krabs asked.

“There might be a defect with the baby’s lungs, he’s not breathing normally, I’m not sure if his lungs were fully developed, we’ll have to make sure everything’s all right!” The doctor said as he ran out of the room, carrying the small baby crab as three more doctors ran out of the room.

“But…but…but!” Mr. Krabs said as he chased after them until he was stopped by a nurse.

“I’m sorry sir, you’re going to have to wait out here,” the nurse said as she pointed at a small blue bench that was leaned against the wall. “You can take a seat there if you like.”

“But that’s my baby! My wife is dead and that baby is all I have left!” Mr. Krabs wined.

“I’m honestly sorry for you, but we can’t have you in the operating room with us. The delivery room is empty though, so…if you want to you can say your goodbyes to your wife,” The nurse said as she turned around and walked off, the sound of her high heels tapping into the hard marble floor. Mr. Krabs quietly turned to the right and walked back into the delivery room, his eyes were glued to the floor but he didn’t see anything. All he could see was his wife’s beautiful face. The fact that he’ll never be able to see her gorgeous smile again or he’ll never hear her beautiful voice again was drilling into his mind. When he realized he at the bedside he very slowly lifted his head. Everything seemed to be going in slow-motion, the entire world seemed to be silent, he couldn’t hear anything and he could only see his wife on the bed, pale and motionless.

Mr. Krabs lifted his hand and very slowly and gently stroked Elsie’s hair. He then bent down and pecked her on the nose and by the time he was standing up completely straight again his hands were already wrapped around both of hers. He squeezed his eyes as tight as he could, trying to fight back the flood of tears. He then hugged her and screamed as loud as he could. “Oh Elsie,” Eugene blubbered as his vision blurred. His tears quickly blinded him and he couldn’t see Elsie clearly anymore. “No, NO! Stop it you stupid tears! GOD DAMN IT, NO!!!” Mr. Krabs screamed as he tried his best to wipe the tears away. He was already utterly terrified of losing site of his wife, now his biggest fear was never being able to see her again, the fear of seeing her drift away took over and he didn’t want to stop looking at her. He wanted to embrace her beauty forever, but he simply couldn’t.

“Excuse me sir, am I interrupting anything?” The doctor asked in concern as he peeked his head in through the doorway.

“No…no, everything’s fine,” Mr. Krabs sniveled as he wiped the tears from his bloodshot eyes as he slowly let go of his grip on his beloved Elsie’s hands and slowly turned around.

“I…I know this isn’t the best time to tell you, but…about the baby…” The doctor mournfully said.

“Oh no! What? What happened?” Mr. Krabs asked. Now only the worst was expected. It was then that he realized that his life had entirely been turned to hell. God had completely forgotten to save Mr. Krabs some mercy and now everything that ever mattered to him, everything that he had loved and worked for…it was all over. There was nothing left for him, and Mr. Krabs knew that. Even before the doctor let out his reply…