A/N: I never finish any of my stories, do I? This prologue isn't really supposed to make a lot of sense, but you'll figure things out later in the story.
DISCLAIMER: Will I ever own SpongeBob? No. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. Instead, I would be having a money fight with one of my friends.
I never wanted this to happen.
From the very start of all this chaos, I wasn't thinking about the future, my friends, or anything in particular. I just wanted to survive, and survive I did.
Now I'm alone. Alone sitting in some cage of a room, waiting for my final day to come. I wasn't the type to commit suicide, so I thought it was best just to wait.
Just keep waiting.
It has been about five years since it happened, and I haven't been able to forgive myself.
It was best just to hide, only to come out for food or instructed orders from... him.
My fists clenched at the thought of the monster, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. That monster was what had driven me insane-- More likely what is driving me insane.
But what could I do? The past years that I have been stuck in this prison, I was just ordered to keep guard and make sure that no one came in. Who would come in anyway? The remaining citizens of the area were too terrified of him-- their supreme ruler-- to even step foot in his house. My job was rather pointless, and he decided it would be more fun just to order me around, starve me occasionally.
Many times I have thought of giving up, but that little spark of hope always seems to come back. What if there was a way? I always asked myself. What if there was a way to change all this, to be free, to change...
That one word screamed in my head, blocking out all other thoughts. Could the past really be changed?
Then I remembered that one machine he told me never to touch. He said it was an old experiment, back in the days when he was just a failed fast food restuarant owner.
'Never go near that piece of junk,' he said a couple years back, 'or I'll rip your little yellow arms and legs off and use them as weapons to beat up the rest of you.'
I had just hung my head low, knowing if he saw the frightened expression on my face I would truly be humiliated.
Nothing else mattered at the moment except getting to the machine. I groaned in pain as I tried to get up, for I hadn't eaten in a while and was very weak. Once I was on my feet, I stared at my surroundings. How had I been able to live in this filth all these years?
A bowl of food (who knew what it was) lay by the door, with the word 'dog' sprawled across it done in red, bold marker. He indeed treated me like a dog, whipping me if I didn't do as he commanded. Of course, the wounds didn't heal for a few weeks, but I managed.
I made it to the metal door, praying to Neptune that it would be unlocked. I almost screamed with joy as the door slowly creaked open, making a loud sound as it did so.
I thought about getting a few survival items to take with me, but I decided that it wasn't necessary. There would be plenty of food and clothes there for me.
As I quietly walked down the bright white hallway, (scowling at statues and paintings of him as I did) I wondered where the robots were. They were always patrolling the place, making sure that I hadn't come up with an escape plan or climbed out a window.
Something's going on, I realized, picking up my pace as I neared his laboratory. He hadn't used the dusty room in years, so he was bound to be somewhere else. I readied my laser gun, just in case (he wasn't aware that I had snatched one of the robot's weapons a few months ago).
As suspected, no one was there except Karen, who was long past ever waking up again. I felt sorry for the neglected computer, for she used to be the only one that he ever went to for support.
"Ah!" I managed to get out as I spotted the machine. It was pushed back to the back of the room, behind two other old inventions. It was rather sad that in his hunger for power he had forgotten all about these things.
I slicked over to the dusty thing, making sure that it was the actual life safer I was looking for.
It indeed was.
The machine was small and gray, with many knobs and buttons to push around it. There were only two buttons that seemed to catch my eye: PAST and FUTURE.
I grinned for the first time in a while, eager to push the PAST button. Before I did, though, I realized something.
The machine needed a code to work.
I cursed loudly, slamming a fist down on the cold metal of the thing. I got this far, and now I needed a secret code to get the blasted thing to work?
Before I went completely insane, I decided to type in the most obvious code that came to mind. I let my fingers type in the letters on the old keyboard to the right of the FUTURE button, knowing that it wouldn't work.
I was wrong.
The machine buzzed and the screen at the top lit up, and bright words stared at me: Choose your destination.
"Huh, so it was 'evil' after all," I said casually to myself, still in shock. I slowly pushed the PAST button, hoping that it would take me where I wanted to go. More words appeared on the screen: How many years ago? I stared at the keyboard, then typed in 5.
"What are you doing in here?!"
The familiar mechanical voice buzzed behind me, and I heard the screech of wheel-like legs. I was caught.
I didn't make a sound as I quickly snapped my head up to the screen, seeing that it said: You will now reach your destination in 10 seconds.
His robots rushed toward me, laser hands reached out and ready to stun me. I swiftly got out my gun, clumsily shooting one in the head.
I shot another one in the leg, causing it to wheel backwards into the wall.
I shook another off my arm before it could stun me, while I punched the remaining one out of the way.
I caught a glimpse of more rushing in the room as everything disappeared, turning my world pitch black.
I will save her, I swore to myself before I wasn't able to think anymore.