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After that bloodcurdling and eerie encounter with an episode of SpongeBob
Naturally, as any teenager who had seen something weird, I told my friends all about this wild, crazy dream of the spectacle. They all thought I had gone insane, that I had been cursed with some kind of evil and rotten mental illness. Truth was, I was starting to believe them, that maybe what I observed in the episode was actually fake, just a convincing illusion attempting to ruin my straight sanity. I was bombed with a gigantic tidal wave of depression that flooded my mind, filling me to the brim with ice cold despair.
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I noticed it was strange that SpongeBob was steaming so late. I celebrated a little too early. As the title of the episode appeared my mood turned from joy to shear horror. The title was called THEH STORRY OFF SPONGEBxxx. I felt something in my mind shatter into a million pieces, the dread overcoming me once again. The episode started normally enough, with an aerial view of the three houses, I leaned back in relief. The sun was just rising, bathing the sky in a vast, magnificent shade of gold and orange.
Next, it zoomed in to SpongeBob sleeping peacefully in his bed. After a second, his white horn alarm went off with an ennnnnnn. Ennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, it repeatedly blasted as SpongeBob jumped up and shut it off. “I’m ready for another day at my favorite workplace in the whole sea, the
The bubbles came up and then it showed the exterior of the
SpongeBob was always energetic to work for the
SpongeBob suddenly turned around and this time, I actually managed to properly scream. The sponge was now overlapped with someone else, someone with the same shape as him but all red. The two Sponges kept shifting and switching places with each other. The evil version had jagged, yellow tooth in his mouth that looked as sharp as razors. I looked closer and saw that his body contained no holes. His hands and feet were still normal though. His pupils were blood red. “Goodbye old friend,” the sponge shouted in a sinister tone. I jumped back in surprise once again. The voice sounded off. It was no longer cute or cheerful like in the normal episodes. The speech was now creepily demotic, biting harshly into my fragile brain like a pack of wild dogs.
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Never less, I’m afraid to tell you that my story ends here. I went on with my life and left all this behind once I got married. However, my gut feeling tells me that I won’t be the last person to be embraced by such a tragedy. I am desperately sharing this to as many websites as I can find. If anyone knows something, please post a comment and we will attempt to figure out the truth together. Until that fateful day descends, I will be living my life to its fullest potential. Farewell everyone, and good hunting.
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