Down Under Season 2: Red and Black

This was definitly one of the best episodes of DU yet, and I can tell you put alot of effort. Excellent job, Tvguy.

Next episode will be on January 30, 2011.

Can't wait!

This episode of Down Under is rated TV-14-L-S for strong language and sexual situations. Viewer Discretion is advised for viewers under the age of 14. Thank you.

(S1E17) Episode 17: Under the Dome

Some days can be tough. Very tough. Clapmaster walked alone in the barren sea, hungry and sleep deprived. He had pushed himself forward, not wanting to stop. For some reason, he wanted to get himself as far away from his comrades as possible. His legs felt like Jello and his brain had turned to mush. His eyes felt like falling out. Clappy passed out in the sand.

(theme plays)

“Jeez, this is all my fault!” Jelly cried.

“Don’t think that way, Jelly!” 70s said. “He’s just...venting.” He doubted himself.

“No, 70s,” she countered. “He’s not venting. Didn’t you hear him? He said he’s leaving! Gone! In the wind!”

“Jelly, you need to calm down!” Fa said, resting a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off.

“NO,” she yelled. “He’s my best friend! He’s out there, alone!” The idea hit her, as well as 70s.

“Jelly, stay here,” he said. He started to move in front of her.

“Move, Calvin,” she raped.

“Jelly, you can’t-”

He was hit in the nose by her fist as she walked back him.

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(“Mother and Child Reunion” by Paul Simon plays throughout the scene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24RK3W18m_Q

It was night. The gang were all sleeping around a still burning fire. The silent and calm Goo Lagoon sat beside them, the moonlight a painting in it’s black waters.

The fire crackled, sparks flying. The wood was almost gone, but the beautiful and orange flames still went on strong.

Mr. Krabs, Squidward, Sandy, and Patrick had joined their group. They all slept next to each other.

It was very peaceful. All was still. All was silent. It was eerie, but in a great way.

Bikini Bottom was silent. Everyone was asleep.

A silent figure made their way into their camp, a tear dripping down their cheek. They made their way to 70s where they kneeled down beside them and gently brushed his fish hair.

“I forgive you,” the woman said, now crying. “I forgive you, darling.”

70s rustled.

“You won’t remember this,” she said, choking on her words. “But just remember...I loved you.”

He coughed.

“I forgive you for everything. You won’t know that...,” she said. Her throat tightened up. “But just remember that I loved you...and don’t feel so bad.” She kissed him. “Goodbye, Calvin, darling.” She hugged him tightly and faded away as 70s bolted upright, awake.


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(“Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 plays throughout the scene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQZLPV6xcHI

Zoey, Jacob, and Greg ran up to the sky deck, gazing across the silent sea. It was pitch black, but they could see faintly make out the murky waters from the crescent moon.

“Alright, are you sure it’ll take us out of this damn dream?” asked Jacob.

“Yeah,” Zoey nodded, peering over the railing. “We should go back to Rock Bottom New Kelp City if we jump.” 

“The only reason I followed you two down that fucking tunnel was to see what you were talking about...I wanted to know about your father, but instead we wind up here,” groaned Greg. He was then thrown over the side of the ship by Jacob. Then Jacob jumped, followed by Zoey.

(“Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 ends)

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(“I’ll Love You So” by Above the Golden State https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9j1vBGKfJiQ

Ginger wriggled in pain in the grave. Warm blood trickled out on top of dry blood. She tried to climb out of the grave; pain instantly shot all the way through her body. I’m going to die here... she kept thinking to herself.

Thousands of miles away, 70s sat on a cot, crying. He thought he’d loved her. She’d help one of his best friends escape a burning building when she could’ve escaped herself! He was deeply depressed...at least Ex had made a full recovery. Was that something to be grateful for? He tried to go back to sleep, as he had been woken up. He could’ve sworn he heard talking...perhaps a dream?

Suddenly, there was a loud series of four pops. 70s perked up, looking around. Gunshots? He sneaked over to the stash of weapons buried in the sand underneath the food storage tent. He stepped over Goosebumpsfan who was asleep, when he was supposed to be awake and guarding it.

He snatched a gun and went back outside. More pops followed, this time around five of them. A bright light shown in the air. Six more appeared at once, all different colors. He walked towards them, the sand feeling good underneath his feet. He peered around the corner of an enormous rock and almost fainted.

Three fish, basically holograms, stood speaking to each other. A metallic square with lights beaming out of it were beside them.

“It just went out on us!” one hologram fish said.

“My sensors are picking up an unwanted presence!” the second said. All turned around, looking for the ‘unwanted presence.’ 70s swung back around behind the rock, breathing heavily. He shut his eyes momentarily.

“Boo.” He screamed, but a napkin was thrust over his mouth. “Hey, hey! Quiet down!”

“Who the fuck are you?!” 70s cried.

“What kind of question is that?” the third fish asked.

“Don’t answer a question with a question,” snapped 70s. “Who are you?”

“Well...we’re--,” one holographic fish started to say.

“Shut the hell up! Dammit, why must you always try to answer?” the other fish said.

70s then blacked out, waking up drifting a few miles off shore in the middle of Goo Lagoon. “Oh shit...who the hell?”

He paddled back to shore where he explained the last night’s events. When he led them over to the spot where they had been, there was no evidence they had been there whatsoever.

“Sounds preposterous,” remarked terminoob. The other users agreed and lazily ventured back over to the camp.

“Damn.”

(“I’ll Love You So” by Above the Golden State ends)

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(“Don’t Stop” by Innerpartysystem plays SKIP TO 0:25 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyhSShullXc

Squidward, Patrick, 70s, SG10, and Brennan all sat together, sipping some Kelp-Koffee and discussing what was currently happening.

“I swear,” 70s said, recalling the events of the early morning and late night. “I saw what I saw.”

“70s, it was early in the morning,” SG said. “You were sleep walking. Hallucinating. You’ve been under a lot of stress.”

“I agree,” nodded Brennan.

“Hmm,” 70s said. “Anyway, have you guys been noticing how weird Wumbo has been acting lately? He stayed in hospital for a pretty long time. What was with that?”

“Deli should know,” Squidward said. “They used to date, right?”

70s nodded. But his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about the holograms and something else...he dreamed about his mother’s voice. Or was it not a dream? He clenched the gun he was still holding from when he first encountered the holograms.

“I’ll be right back,” SG said, getting up and stretching. “Do we still have-”

A hail of bullets suddenly streamed down on them, shattering their plates.

“Oh fuck!” 70s screamed. He dove underneath the chair as screams started to split the air. SG fell to the ground. The sand was pelted with bullets. 70s crawled to the food supply tent, hearing the screams from his friends. There was the constant ping! ping! ping! of bullets. Plates were being shattered.

“MOVE!” Webizoid screamed. He jumped into a tent, over a scrambling jjs. Deli crawled across the sand, trying to blend in. Wumbology and terminoob huddled in a corner, debris of their belongings around them.

A few moments later, the shooting died down. 70s peeked out, his gun in his hand shaking vigorously.

“Okay everybody,” he said, quivering. “Stay on the ground. terminoob, jjs, Wumbo. Come on. Grab a gun.” The un-killed and uninjured staff members grabbed guns from the food supply tent. 70s led them out, passing an emotionally shocked SG a gun.

“Here,” he muttered. “Use it if necessary.” He then led them out of the camp, all of them spreading out around. Wumbology caught up to terminoob.

“I trust you,” he panted. “I really do.”

“Okay...?”

“I know who shot at us,” he said. “His name is Redman. He killed my wife and daughter.”

“You sure?” asked terminoob, raising an eyebrow.

“He talked to me,” Wumbo said, eying the ground. “In the hospital.” A tear slid off his cheek. “He always wears a mask....I’m not even sure if he’s a he. But he changes his identity...a lot.”

terminoob then did something completely unexpected and unlike him; he put an arm around Wumbology and smiled. “It’s okay. We’ll get the son of a bitch.”

“It...it will be difficult to catch him,” Wumbo said, softly sobbing now. “Extremely difficult.”

“Won’t matter,” terminoob said, cocking his gun. “Look over at Goo Lagoon. There’s a guy in a canoe just off shore. Come on!” They sprinted towards the bay and hopped into an idle canoe. They quickly caught up with the man, now being only around fifteen feet away. A small island soon loomed into view. Fog rolled in.

“What the fuck?” Wumbology said. “Where’d this fog come from?”

“Where’d he go!?” terminoob said, trying to figure out where the murderous fish had gone to in the fog. “You row, I’ll keep my gun ready.”

Wumbo nodded and continued to row. terminoob cocked his rifle and scanned the entire area like a hawk.

“Nothing,” he sighed. “He must be on that damned island.”

“Let’s go on the island then,” said Wumbo.

“We should wait for 70s and jjs...it’d be unwise to go in without backup,” terminoob replied.

“terminoob,” Wumbology said, looking him straight in the eye. “This guy murdered my family. I’ll swim to the island. I’m going with or without you. But I want you to come.”

terminoob hesitated, gazing at the water.

“Fine,” he finally said. “Come on.” He continued to examine their area with the gun while Wumbo paddled. The island poked through the fog a few moments later and a few minutes later, they hit shore. The two clambered off, both holding guns at the ready.

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(“I Miss You” by Blink 182 plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2yStD2GWhU

Jelly jogged along, panting. She wouldn’t stop. Almost an hour later, she was barely walking. She collapsed on the sand.

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(“I Miss You” by Blink 182 continues)

Ginger had woken up. She had survived. It was a miracle to survive when shot/stabbed/wounded in The Graveyard. She staggered through Bikini Bottom, approaching a building. She entered and took the elevator to the third floor. She opened a door and entered. Hassan sat on the bed, entirely naked, except for a small cloth that covered his genitalia.

“Hey babe,” he said. “Wanna come and get this?”

She nodded eagerly and tore off her clothes. She removed the cloth and pounced on him.

(“I Miss You” by Blink 182 stops)

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(“Word Up” by Korn plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v16q6cAKRJM

SG sat next to PhilipB, shivering with fear.

“SG, you’ll be okay!” he said.

“How can you be so sure?” she said. “I’m in charge right now. 70s trusts me to protect everyone.”

“Yeah, but we have a whole gun supply in the food supply tent!” he said. “We’ll be fine! All the broken plates we’ve accumulated from the hospital are cleaned up. Everyone is settling back into their regular routines.”

Suddenly, an enormous boom vibrated the ground. It was an intense sound. Very intimidating and frightening. Everyone plugged their ears as a single helicopter carried an enormous dome with electricity going throughout it.

“What the hell?” CDCB mumbled.

“Excuse me,” a voice from the helicopter said. “I have retrieved something from The Graveyard. As of now, everyone here is trapped!” The dome dropped onto them, shaking and tearing everything up. The ground ripped up, like a wave, towards their camp.

“EVERYONE DOWN ON THE GROU-”

The ground wave hit them.

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Wumbology and terminoob saw him. He was right there, in a small little shack.

“On 3,” said terminoob. “1...2...”

They sprinted towards the shack. In a split second, the man in a mask sprung up and grabbed terminoob and twisted his head.

“AGGHGGGGGGGHH!” he squealed, terminoob’s puny hands on the killer’s muscular arms. The man was the same man who had previously attacked CF and Steel, although Wumbo didn’t know this yet.

“Put the gun down,” the man said. He had a very soft and skin-crawling voice. “Or I’ll snap your friend’s neck.”

“No, no,” Wumbo said, keeping his gun steady. “You know you won’t do that.”

“Honestly Eric! You don’t deviate from the book at all, do you?” Redman said. “When you’re negotiating a life, you do what the killer wants...not try to get the hostage killed!”

“Put him down,” Wumbology growled, keeping the gun steady.

“Oh no. Not until you put your weapon down,” he countered.

“I’m not letting you go,” replied Wumbo. “You...killed my daughter. She was a baby. Only a year.”

“Oh,” Redman said. “Touching.”

“And my wife. My beautiful wife,” Wumbology said, crying. “But I will not let you kill terminoob.”

“You have no control in this, Eric,” said Redman, turning his head slightly. “Oh...I don’t recall killing your daughter and wife.”

“You lying son of a bitch,” Wumbo said, staring him dead in the eye. He took one hand into his back pocket and pulled out a picture. “This is the last photo we ever took together...look at their happy faces...don’t tell me you don’t remember them.”

“Oh yes,” the killed nodded. “I remember them. The damn infant was a brat. And you’re wife....”

Wumbology started to turn bright red.

“Your wife...the unfaithful whore was a bigger bitch than my mother. And my mother was a pretty big slut.”

“Take that back...,” Wumbology said lightly. He was trying to hold in his explosive anger; he knew if he did anything terminoob would die.

“All it is is the truth,” he said. “Your family was nothing more than a big piece of dog shit.”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Wumbology pushed terminoob on the ground and smashed Redman against the shack. Wood exploded everywhere. “YOU KILLED MY FAMILY! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU!”

Redman socked Wumbolgy in the gut. Wumbo fell to the ground and bit his leg. Hard.

“AHHHHHHOWW!” Redman collapsed on the ground. Suddenly, an enormous wall of water crashed onto them as a glass dome landed over them.

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Songs Featured in this Down Under

“Mother and Child Reunion” by Paul Simon
“Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2
“I’ll Love You So” by Above the Golden State
“Don’t Stop” by Innerpartysystem
“I’ll Miss You” by Blink 182
“Word Up” by Korn

You never identified who provided the voice of the person in the helicopter. Could it be...4EverGreen, who's still alive?!

4EverGreen wrote:You never identified who provided the voice of the person in the helicopter.

Exactly. Part of the suspense.

Cool!

This episode of Down Under is rated TV-14-L for stong language. This is suitable for users 14 and older. Thank you.

(S1E18) Episode 18: Rubies Are Red

(“Rise” by The Frames plays throughout the scene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jULrAEtT5zk MUST LISTEN)

It was silent. It was an eerie silence. Goo Lagoon and Bikini Bottom lay in a wreck. What happens when an enormous dome is dropped over a city? Well, for one, vibrations are incredibly strong.

SG10 poked her head out of a tent. She still held the gun 70s had given to her in her hands. She looked up and saw that sand covered them. It was all hovering over them, like a sandy veil.

“How is it staying up there like-” she started. A hand was suddenly thrust over her mouth.

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(“Rise” by The Frames continues)

Don’t lie.

Excuse me?

Wumbology opened his eyes. Sunlight hit his face like a rock. His eyelids fluttered before he sat up. He looked around. It was hot. Very hot. It was very white, too.

He stood up.

“What the hell?” he said, a frightening dread overcoming him. White was all he saw. No ocean, no island, no Bikini Bottom. Just white. He jumped up and down. The white had a rough texture. He turned in circles and ran in one direction. He ran in another. There was nothing. Nothing at all...

(“Rise” by The Frames ends)


(theme plays)

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A single column stood. Most of the small city was crushed.

terminoob’s eyes fluttered open. His body ached all over, yet he somehow managed to find the energy to sit up. Once he did, he realized it was a terrible mistake. A sharp pain ran up his spine and he fell back over.

“What the fuck?” he said. A bird flew overhead. There was the sound of footsteps. terminoob turned to look, when another sharp pain shot up his neck. He shut his eyes in pain, breathing heavily.

“Hello,” a smooth, metallic voice said. “Why are you on the floor?”

terminoob managed a shrug.

“Hmm...what’s your name?”

“Nick,” he wheezed. “...and terminoob.”

“terminoob...that’s a rather unique name,” he said.

“It’s...my user...name...long story.”

“Oh,” the man said. “I’m Hassan. I guess you could say my ‘username’ is the Mastermind.” The man chuckled.

terminoob went pale. “I’m sorry...what did you say?”

“My name is Hassan. Pretty unique, eh? It’s a combination of Hayden, Aron, Sean, and Nathan. My parents liked all four names, so mashed ‘em together and got the name. I love it,” Hassan said.

“Um...what time is it?” terminoob asked, edging ever so slightly away from Hassan.

He glanced at his watch. “12:32 am.”

“No, as in month and year.”

“August of 1992,” Hassan nodded.

“Oh god...I’m in a fuckload of trouble,” terminoob mumbled.

“Excuse me,” Hassan said, suddenly looking offended. “But we do not tolerate profanity.” Hassan kicked Hassan hard in the face.

“GAHHHH!” he cried.

“Now,” he said. “I’ll take you to safety.”

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Spongebob dragged Santa Dog’s corpse down a dark alley, blood seeping out onto the floor. He picked up the body, flung it over his shoulder and then shoved it into a closet. His face suddenly started to change. His heart beat faster. A few seconds later, he was a completely different person.

He hummed as he walked down the school hallway, delighted about his current position. He was in control, even though the SBC, SBM, Percy’s Group, and The Admiral didn’t know it. Even The Graveyard didn’t know it yet!

Spongebob entered the cafeteria and walked behind the food counter. Class would let out in five minutes and 7th and 8th graders would storm the enormous room, hungry and ravenous for food. It’d give him just enough time to seek Kyle.

The sponge, currently a janitor, entered the back room. A blond haired man sat at a table, handcuffed to the chair. Spongebob pulled up a chair that was sitting in the corner up to the table.

“Well hello there,” Spongebob said, his voice crisp and clear.

“You’re a janitor,” Kyle said. He wore a muzzle, much like the one the famed and fictional Hannibal Lector wore. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The janitor chuckled. A few minutes later, the scarred and bruised Spongebob appeared once again. He had a horrific darkness to his eye.

“Hey, bitch,” Spongebob rasped.

“You motherfucking asshole,” Kyle said, trying to escape his bonds. “I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Now, now Mr. Kyle,” Spongebob said. He leaned forward, folding his hands. “I have a proposal for you.”

“GET THE FUCK OUT,” the man screeched. “OUT! OR I’LL RIP YOUR DAMN EYES OUT!”

“Hmm,” Spongebob said. “Charming.”

“Get....out....now....,” Kyle said, breathing heavily.

“Not yet,” said Spongebob. “Not now. Not until I’ve explained my proposition.”

“Fine,” Kyle said, showing defeat. He hung his head. “What....is your preposition?”



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70s poked his head out of the sand. A gentle breeze blew. There was an odd silence in the air.

“Hello?” he said, looking around. Goo Lagoon still sat to the side of him. He stood up, scratching his cheek. He walked towards the beach; he loved the sand between his toes. As he ventured further out, into the lagoon, he heard it.

What are you doing here?

70s turned around, the waves still lapping at his shins.

Think about it Calvin...how did YOU get here?

He was instantly flown back into the memory.

2 YEARS BEFORE

70s drove down the rode, rain pattering in a seemingly planned pattern. He stopped at a brick building and got out.

Once inside, he was greeted by a man with thinning gray hair.

“Ah, Calvin! Welcome, welcome!” the man said, putting an arm around him. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long!”

70s sighed. “Well, things have been tough...but I’ve managed.”

“Oh, I see,” nodded the man. “Well, if you ever need help with anything, just know I’m always here.”

“Thanks, Phil,” nodded 70s.

“So what brings ya here?” the man called Phil said. He led 70s into an elevator. He pressed the glowing “13.”

“Well...I’ve been experimenting,” 70s said.

Phil’s warmth suddenly went cold. “You what?”

“With The Graveyard,” replied 70s. “I’ve done a few...adjustments.”

“What kind of adjustments, Calvin? I thought I explained this to you! A few changes can kill people!” The elevator doors slid open and the two stepped out. Phil frantically led him to an office and ushered him in.

“It’s now been enhanced,” 70s said, sitting down. “It’s now....it’s now 20x more powerful than it was.”
“WHY would you do that?” Phil said. “Do you realize the kinds of side effects that will occur when people come out of The Graveyard?”

“Yes,” he nodded, grimly. “But I think I may have a way to ware it off.”

“Calvin, forgetting who the hell you are CAN’T ware off! If you go in, 20x more powerful, you’ll live in the damn Graveyard. No coming out. It’s like a fucking coma.” Phil was clearly angry at what 70s had done to The Graveyard.

“Listen, Phil,” 70s said, leaning in. “I’ve developed something new. Something extraordinary.”

“Fine, fine,” Phil sighed, leaning back in his chair. “What’d you design?”

“I call it Modem,” he said.

Phil stared blankly. “Modem is...?”

“It’s The Graveyard as we currently know it, improved. It’ll make it COMPLETELY safe. We can mass market it. Just include Modem in the next version of The Graveyard!”

Phil stroked his small little beard. “Calvin, I have something to tell you...The Graveyard is NOT some computer software...it is an ACTUAL world.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think of it like this...a car runs on fuel, correct?” Phil said.

“Yes,” nodded 70s.

“But what good is a car if you have no fuel and vice versa?”

“Um....no use.” 70s was puzzled.

“Exactly. The Graveyard Software is just a way of taking you to the real Graveyard. If you lack the software, then you can’t venture to The Graveyard,” said Phil.

“Um...I doubt there’s an actual place called The Graveyard...it’s just a visual simulator. It FEELS real...but it isn’t,” said 70s.

“Except that it IS. Come here.” Phil led 70s into a back room where rows and rows of monitors lined the walls.

“What are these filming?” asked 70s.

“The Graveyard. Different sections of it,” he replied. “I can’t keep track of it all, so I just leave cameras everywhere.”

“Um...what’s that?” 70s said, peering at one single monitor.

Suddenly, a gunshot ripped through the air and 70s, for the first time, felt a bullet sailing through his flesh.


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( “Suspsense” by LinkinParkGuy00 plays MUST LISTEN https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOJAY0xijMo&feature=related)

SG struggled against the hand that had been thrust over her mouth.

“Shh,” a familiar voice said. “Be very quiet when hunting wabbits!”

The hand let go and SG slapped Webizoid behind her.

“Dammit, Webby!” she said. “That scared the fuck outta me!”

“My apologies, Ms. Science Girl,” Webby said, putting a puppy dog face on his face.

“Look outside,” SG said. Both peered outside of the tent, looking at the levitating veil of sand covering them. Suddenly, a shadow darted across a tent.

“Oh shit,” mumbled Webby.

“Come on,” gestured SG. She cocked her gun and jogged over to the tent where she’d seen it.

“1....2...3!” Webby muttered. SG burst through, furious.

“GET OUT!” SG roared. “DOWN! DOWN!”

A fish turned around to reveal Bob Ball standing over a dead Goosebumpsfan.

“Um...hi,” Bob Ball said, holding a gun in his hand.

“Oh my god,” Webby said.

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As Wumbology bounced on the whiteness, a large crack appeared in the middle. He continued to jump; the white fell through like a box. Wumbo was suddenly free-falling. He landed on top of that70sguy92.

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As terminoob followed Hassan, he tried to fight the urge to go and run. Keep your cool...

“Why are you here, terminoob?” Hassan said. His voice was eerie, cold as steel, and murderous.

“Um...”

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?” Hassan roared, turning around. “YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!”

“What the hell is your problem?” terminoob said.

Hassan pulled out a knife, and walked towards terminoob. Suddenly, there was a bright light and he was hurling towards the ground. He landed on two others.

“Oh my god,” he muttered.

“Shit, terminoob, get the fuck off me,” said an annoyed 70s. “Second person to land on me.”

“Oh my god,” repeated terminoob. “I just saw Hassan.”

“What?” 70s said, suddenly listening. “What do you mean?”

“What was I not clear about? I SAW HIM,” terminoob said. “When that wave from Goo Lagoon hit, I was like....transported somewhere else....”

Wumbo suddenly got up.

He started walking in the opposite direction of Goo Lagoon.

“Wumbo?” 70s asked. “Where’re you going?”

“Come with me...,” he said. He led them almost a mile from the beach when they came to a metallic looking building.

“Um...how did you know this was here?” terminoob asked.

“I didn’t,” Wumbo said.

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(“I Need A Doctor” by Eminem plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrUVvn8mjcg

He led them into the building.

“What is this?” 70s asked.

“I don’t know,” Wumbo said. He led them up a ramp and into a hallway.

Suddenly, a loud buzz sounded.

“What the fuck?” terminoob said. Suddenly, all the doors around them started to shut. Another alarm sounded.

“RUN! THE END!” Wumbology pointed towards the end of the hallway where one door remained open. The three sprinted towards it, when Wumbo noticed someone at the end of the hallway.

terminoob and 70s ran through and were now outside.

“WUMBOLOGY!” The two shouted toward Wumbology; he wasn’t paying attention.

“ERIC!” 70s said. Wumbo turned, at the sound of his real name.

“Go,” he said.

“What?” both said in unison. The door then shut and Wumbology turned his attention back to the man at the end of the hallway, Redman.

“You killed me wife and daughter,” he said.

“Yes,” nodded Redman. “What about it?”

“I’ve held up my side of the bargain,” Wumbo said, looking ashamed. “They’re outside.” All at once, the doors opened. The alarms stopped. Redman walked past Wumbo and outside.

“Good, Eric,” he nodded. “Now I’ll hold up my end of the bargain.” With that, he socked Wumbology in the nose.

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Jelly trudged through nowhere...only one rock remained in site. One lousy cave...wow, she thought.

Suddenly, she saw a blue fish inside the cave. Her hopes skyrocketed. Clappy?!!?

She ran towards Clappy, happy.

“Jelly,” he said, surprised. “What’re you doing here?”

“I...uh...feel terrible for treating you the way I did,” she said. “You were one hundred percent right....you should be able to make your own decisions without me intervening. I’m sorry.”

“Oh...that’s okay,” he said, smiling.

“Now...um...about out relationship--”

“Oh, Jelly...about that kiss...I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that...it was just a friendly little kiss. We’d just arrived and I was stressed,” he said.

“Oh...but do you want to---”

“I’m...I’m in a relationship,” he said. “I hope that doesn’t make our friendship awkward.”

“Who?”

“Well....Christina,” he said.

“Who is Christina?” she asked.

“CF...we...er....kinda were friends in New York,” he said, looking slightly embarrassed. “So what were you going to ask?”

“Oh, um, yeah! I wanted to ask...do you want to go back to Goo Lagoon?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he said. “I kinda like it here.”

Inside, Jelly was heartbroken.

Well, this new episode just pushed us into the 2000s! Thanks to everyone who got us this far!

tvguy347 wrote:Well, this new episode just pushed us into the 2000s! Thanks to everyone who got us this far!

You're welcome.

I've decided this very amazing episode earlier than expected... Enjoy!


(S1E19) Episode 19: Maneater

The following episode of Down Under is rated TV-MA-S-L-V for mature audiences. This episode features extreme sexual situations, extreme use of profanity, and very destructive and gory violence. This is not meant for viewers under the age of 15-17. Thank you.

2 Years Before

A row of lights glittered on a beautiful marble floor. The click, clack of shoes sounded. A man in a blood red suit walked down the hallway. He opened an oak door and stepped through. There was the cock of a gun and the man’s head jerked up.

“Give me it,” another man said. He had wet, brown hair. His face was littered with scars and bruises. He had nasty red lashes on both of his arms. He was drenched, his clothes hanging on him.

“GIVE IT TO ME!” the man demanded.

“Alright, let’s be rational here,” the man in red said.

“FUCK NO,” the man said. “Give it to me or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

“Kyle...please, think about this,” said the man in red.

“You want to know why they call you Redman?” the deranged adult said, his eyes twitching. “It’s because you’re a bloody killer!”

“Kyle, please,” Redman said, sternly. “Put your weapon down or I’ll use mine on you.” He placed his hand on his left hip.

“No,” he said, shaking his wet head. “It’s not that easy.” A shot went off. Redman slid to the side, pulling his gun out. He fired one shot at Kyle and he was hit square in the chest. He crippled to the ground.

“See,” breathed Redman walking up. “I warned you. Now....you are going to die a slow...painful death.” With that, he drove a knife into his hollow cheek, and then into his chest.

-----

“Wait, are you sure?” tvguy said.

“Yes!” 70s said. “tvguy, I apologized. She...she just appeared. I got scared, angry, and a little insane. But now we need to solve the goddamn problem at hand!”

“Fine, fine,” he nodded. tvguy leaned in towards Jelly. “Jelly, where’d you see them go?”

“Underground,” she sniffed.

70s, tvguy, Deli, Ex, Wumbo, and Girlygirl raced down the hallway, guns ready. A single metal door stood at the end.

“Hello, is anyone in there?” Ex called, racking his knuckles on the door.

“If anyone is there and you have firearms, please lower them,” a voice said.

“Clappy?” Wumbo said. “Is that you?”

“Please,” he said. “Lower your weapons.”

The door opened and he stepped through. Bob Ball stood behind him, gun taped to Clappy’s neck, his hand taped to the weapon.

“Make a path or he dies,” Bob Ball said.

24 Hours Earlier

(“Another Day” by Paul McCartney plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipCwQKi4fqg)

Apparently, three weeks had passed.

Wumbology’s eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, thank god,” CF muttered.

“What the hell happened?” Wumbo screamed, sitting up.

“Wumbology, sit back down,” 70s said, pushing him back down.

“70s, what the fuck is going on. What happened?” He looked around the camp and noticed familiar faces from Spongebob Squarepants...the characters he’d loved so.

“You’ve been out for 21 days...but you still had a pulse. There was no way we were going to leave you in that weird building. We waited an hour in there until the doors slid back up. We found you unconscious,” said 70s. “And for the past three weeks...it’s been surprisingly calm and silent. Nothing weird. Jelly and Clappy came back. We’re all regrouped. Well...except...”

“What?”

“SG and Webizoid found Bob Ball standing over Goosebumps with a gun...and Goosebumps was dead. We examined the body. Same kind of bullet and gun killed him that Bob was holding,” 70s said. He looked up, clearly disturbed and disorientated. “Anyway, he ran off. But after that, we’ve been working hard and thriving.”

“The sand was also floating,” SG said, walking up. “It suddenly fell back down onto us a few days ago. I don’t know what the hell was up with that though.”

“We were also surprised with the return of Girlygirl...she brought two guards, Joe and Sam. Three others also showed up. Zoey, Jacob, and a teacher named Greg. They said they were from Rock Bottom New Kelp City. They’ll explain their story, but I’ll tell ya that they’re freaking dad was The Admiral,” said Deli.

“I missed a lot,” Wumbology groaned.

“That just about caught you up,” 70s said. “Nothing else really happened.”

“I see,” he nodded. “Can I please get up? I didn’t see until now that my limbs are aching with energy.”

“Sure,” 70s said. Instantly, Wumbo jumped to his knees. He felt on top of the world.

(theme plays)

(“Build Me Up Buttercup” by The Foundation plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iol0B-clFFM)

Flashback

“Come on, Clappy,” Jelly said. “You have to come back to camp.”

“Why?” he asked. “What’s the point?”

“Well...,” Jelly gulped. “CF.”

Clappy didn’t look at Jelly. “Her name is Christina. Not CF.”

“Seriously, Robert?” Jelly said. “Stop fucking messing around. Let’s go.”

And that had been how Jelly had gotten Clapmaster to get back to camp. She now leaned against a tent support post, sulking angrily. Her friends bustled around, doing their own day-to-day duties around their camp. She refused to. As long as Clappy was there. She now despised him; he’d broken her heart. They’d been friends for years; had she waited to long?

Had all those “signs” she’d thought she’d seen been fakes? Just frauds? Figments of her overactive imagination?

She was suddenly jerked back into the present. Someone was talking to her.

“Jelly,” Pixiequeen said. “Jelly?”

“Huh, huh?” she said. “Yeah?”

“I need help with some firewood,” Pixie said. “Would you come help me and Spongbobiscool?”

“SIC?” Jelly said. “I’m not really fond of him....”

“Please,” she begged. “I really need your help.” She then whispered in Jelly’s ear, “I can’t take one more second with that guy!”

“Fine, fine,” Jelly sighed.

“Great!” Pixie beamed. She led her over towards the outskirts of camp where SCI (spongebobiscool) stood, trying to make fire.

“Stupid fire,” he said, rubbing two sticks together.

Pixie face-palmed. “Oh my god...for one, SCI, we’re looking for FIREWOOD. Not making fire. Plus, we have a lighter, so why are you rubbing two sticks together?”

“That twig over there said he’d kill me if I didn’t burn things,” SCI said.

“You know what...,” Pixie said, going over to her bag. She reached in and pulled out a dog toy. “Play with this.” She tossed him the dog toy and then led Jelly out of camp.

“Pixie, firewood is on the other side of camp...,” Jelly finally said. One thing she hated about herself was that she was too nice.

“I know,” Pixie said. “But I’m not getting firewood. I need to show you something I found.”

Jelly was suddenly hesitant. She stopped mid-step. Pixie didn’t notice; she kept walking.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Look,” Pixie said, now around fifteen feet in front of her. She kicked the sand and suddenly something metal appeared in the soft sand.

“What is that?” Jelly yelled over.

“Come look,” Pixie said. Jelly walked over reluctantly and gasped. In front of her was a gaping hole with a very narrow staircase going down.

“How’d you find this?” she asked.

“SCI banged his head when he was trying to find firewood, so I came further out here and found this. Come on.” She led Jelly down into it. Pixie turned on a light switch and a very vibrant hallway was suddenly revealed. It had dusty marble flooring and two rows of dust-covered lights.

A row of lights glittered on a beautiful marble floor. The click, clack of shoes sounded. A man in a blood red suit walked down the hallway. He opened an oak door and stepped through.

“See?” Pixie said. She walked over to a door and opened it. She screamed.

“What?!” Jelly said, jogging over.

“There’s a body in here!” Pixie said. Jelly peered in and saw the body of a man named Kyle.

“See,” breathed Redman walking up. “I warned you. Now....you are going to die a slow...painful death.” With that, he drove a knife into his hollow cheek, and then into his chest.

-----

(“Hello” by Martin Solveig plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Na85fPGYCM)

Flashback

ExKizuna walked along a hallway, feeling very happy. He suddenly heard a gunshot from the door he was passing by. He stopped cold. He yanked open the door and saw 70s down on the floor, bleeding. He looked up just in time to see his boss, Phil, aiming at him. Ex dove out just as three bullets zoomed through the spot where he had just been standing. Ex reached inside his back pocket and pulled out a small gun. He ran into the room, taking Phil by surprise.

The both crashed into the monitors. Sparks flew everywhere and they all went black.

“No, Ex!” 70s screeched from the floor. Phil kicked Ex off of him fired two more shots at him. Ex rolled to the side and then fired his weapon. Phil collapsed on the floor; a bullet hole was right in the center of his forehead.

“70s, what happened?” Ex said, running over to aid his friend. He ended up taking off his shirt and wrapping it around 70s chest, applying pressure.

“Ex!” choked 70s. “Why did you destroy the monitors!?” 

“Why does it matter?”

“The reason he shot me was because I saw something on one of the monitors I shouldn’t have!” 70s exclaimed. “We needed to see that!”

“Well if you saw it, can’t you just remember or something?” Ex said.

“I got a two second look at it before he shot me! I don’t fucking remember!”

“Alright, alright calm down! We can just go into your mind and get the file.”

“I have the best security in my mind,” 70s said. “Do you realize how hard it would be to break in there and get those files?”

“Um...hard?”

“Exactly.”

“Alright, I’m calling the police to get you an ambulance,” Ex said. He pulled out his phone, talked for a few moments, and hung up. Around three minutes later, 70s was in an ambulance, racing to the hospital.

----

(“Bring Me Back To Life” by Evanescence plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_4s-FvVuUE)

A plane flew under the dome over Bikini Bottom. A single figure fell out, landing in the camp. He wriggled in pain.

“Oh my god...,” Wumbo said. “tvguy?”

“Hey,” he said. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I...I thought you were dead,” Wumbo said.

“I did too,” tvguy replied. “I’m assuming it’s the work of Doodlebob.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well...do you remember walking into Bikini Bottom and bunking with Patrick? And then suddenly our memories suddenly transferred to us being at the hospital?” tvguy said.

“Oh shit...yeah...”

“I’m assuming Doodlebob somehow has the power to manipulate people in a very dangerous way. He can make us think we’ve done something when we haven’t. He basically plants a memory somewhere that fits in with a timeline to make you think it’s real,” tvguy said.

“Hmm...so you didn’t really die?”

“I don’t think so, because I’m here now. Now can you help me? I’m hurt.”

-----
(“Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bd2B6SjMh_w) Listen to it; it’s catchy and I think you’ll like it

“Pixie, I know who this is,” Jelly said, goosebumps now on her arms.

“What? How? Who is it?” she asked.

“I...I don’t know,” Jelly said. Suddenly, two sharp pains jolted through her head. She tumbled to the ground. Everything was fuzzy.

I see you.

I’ve been here for such a long time...

You can make a great trophy...

“JELLY! JELLY!” Pixie’s muffled cries didn’t get to Jelly.

She saw stars and then two more dead bodies.

Suddenly, Jelly started to scream wildly. She saw a shadow behind Pixie. Abruptly, all of her senses came back. The shadow was gone.

“Pixie, do you see something behind you?” Jelly asked immediately.

“What?” She turned around. “No. What do you mea-”

Pixie was suddenly smashed against the wall. All of Jelly’s senses were suddenly drained once again. She saw the shadow, now running further down the underground hallway. Just like many horror movie cliches, Jelly followed the shadow, despite her temporary disability. Through her fogged vision, she saw the shadow go into another room. She followed, screaming again when she saw the face of a terrifying demon. It snarled. She went black.

-----

(“Right in the Head” by M. Ward plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkYrrMQvQQA)

“What was that?” Ex said. He and jjs were talking. Both grabbed guns and ran towards the sound. They noticed the hallway right away. Ex went first down the narrow staircase, gun steady in front of him, followed by jjs.

“Oh my god, Pixie,” Ex breathed. He turned to face jjs. “Stay here with here. If anything threatens you, shoot.”

jjs nodded. Ex ran off down the hallway.

“Hello?!” he yelled. A nearby scream split the air. He jogged in the direction and kicked the door open. Jelly lay on the floor, screaming.

“Jelly!” Ex cried. He bent down towards her and picked her up.

Leave her.

Put her down.

Well, two trophies is better than one.

Ex hadn’t heard the voices Wumbology had talked about before. He was scared, but he still made his way towards the exit. But when he tried to step over the threshold, something pushed him back.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

----

(“Fly Me Away” by Annie Little plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMBFY_hrYWc)

As night fell, Wumbology and tvguy continued their ongoing conversation.

“Alright, so the first time DoodleBob did his little mind trick, it was easy to figure out. We simply came into Bikini Bottom at a much later time,” Wumbo said. “But...what the hell have you really been doing if you weren’t dead?”

“I dunno,” tvguy said. “I have no clue how I got on the plane. I just remember waking up falling through the air.”

“I’d also like to know who the fuck dropped this goddamn dome over us,” Wumbo said. “And how they got a plane flying in it.”

“I can’t--” tvguy was suddenly interrupted by a scream.

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(“Where I’m Going” by The Kottonmouth Kings plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5j3QDddzAwQ)

A lone, beautiful woman lay in the outskirts of camp. Girlygirl stood over her, hyperventilating. 70s and other nearby camp members ran towards her.

“Oh my god!” 70s instantly said. “Sara?!” He bent down and picked up his wife. “Sara, hello?”

Her eyes weakly opened; she saw 70s and socked him in the face.

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, CALVIN!” she suddenly screamed. “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?”

70s was now on the ground, Sara standing above him. He inched into the heart of the camp, Sara yelling at him.

“Calvin?” a familiar voice said. “I’m truly sorry.”

Reluctantly, 70s looked up to see Ginger, big breasts and all.

“Oh, excellent fucking timing.”

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(“Trapped Under Ice” by Metallica plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=455-CIgc7co)

Ex tried to ram out against the invisible force one more time. It finally gave way. He raced back in to get Jelly and dragged her out. It was pitch black in the underground location.

“jjs?!” he called, his voice hoarse.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice young.

Suddenly, a light lit the room. jjs’ hand was glowing.

“That’s your power?” Ex said, walking over to him. “That’s lame.” There was the sound of foot shuffling behind Ex and he ran over to jjs.

“Dude, what’s happening here?” Ex asked.

“I don’t know,” jjs said, just as frightened. “Just as we’re in here...can I tell you something?”

“Shoot.”

“You’re an asshole,” jjs said blatantly.

“What the fuck is your problem?” said Ex.

“You know when you talk to me, it’s just like getting a slap in the face?” jjs said to Ex.

“Maybe it’s because you’re a fucking asskisser and you’re an ignorant bitch,” Ex scowled.

“See?” said jjs. “This is what I mean.”

Another shuffle of footsteps down the hallway sent another chill down their spine. Even more footsteps...it seemed to creep closer and closer.

I felt the cold of a gun on my neck.

I felt the steel of a knife slicing through my cheek.

You...you don’t know pain.

Ex’s nose started to bleed. Suddenly, the door to the underground offices was yanked open and the lights in the hallway instantly flashed back on.

“Hello?” a familiar voice called. “Anyone down here?”

jjs and Ex, who were both pulling the unconscious Jelly and Pixie, ran up the stairs into the twilight air.

“Woah, jjs and Ex!” a surprised Deli said, backing up. “What are you guys doing all the way out here?”

“Deli, no questions,” Ex barked. “Come on.” Deli then saw the bloody Pixie and unconscious Jelly and her jaw dropped.

She trailed jjs and Ex as they walked into camp. They walked past a tent where 70s was being cornered by Ginger and Sara, his two love interests. They entered terminoob’s tent, where terminoob sat on a table, on a FishPhone.

“Where’d you get that?” Deli asked.

“Bikini Bottom,” he said, not taking his eyes off the screen. “They had a shitload of FishApple Stores there. What’s up?”

“Take your damn eyes off phone and look,” snapped Deli. terminoob sighed and looked; he gasped.

“What the fuck happened?” he asked. Ex and jjs explained.

terminoob bit his thumb. He looked as if he were about to speak when another person burst into the tent.

“Dude, I just saw Bob Ball on the outskirts of camp,” Dragiiin said. “He was with The Mastermind.”

“What?” terminoob questioned. “How do you know what The Mastermind looks like? I don’t even know.”

“I just asked Wumbo since he’s the only one that’s actually seen him. I described the son of a bitch and I was right. It’s him,” confirmed Dragiin.

“Alright,” terminoob said.

----

(“Again, Again” by Lady Gaga plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEzsgEvMam8)

tvguy ventured over to 70s tent. He entered and saw 70s sitting on a table, clutching a knife.

“Um...hey, 70s,” tvguy said.

“Hey,” 70s said, his eyes elsewhere.

“If this is a bad time, I can totally come back later,” said tvguy.

“No,” 70s said, finally making eye contact. “This is perfect.”

“Oh great!” tvguy said, smiling. “I have a few ideas on how we can--”

Suddenly, 70s tackled tvguy. He socked him in the nose once and then punched him in the stomach four times.

“Owww...,” he moaned, bleeding horribly.

"I swear to god, I will kill you," he said.

"70s, please don't. You know you can't."

70s bent down to face tvguy.

"I will kill you again and send you to hell. And you know I will.”

“No,” tvguy said, shaking his bleeding face. “No, I don’t know that.” 70s raised his knife and then dropped it. He sighed and started to sob uncontrollably.

“Dude...it’s fine. It’s um...it’s fine,” said tvguy. He lifted up his shirt and peered at four throbbing bruises. Just as 70s turned around, he put it back down.

“I’m sorry,” he cried. “My fiance just showed up. And it just happens, Ginger decided she wants to be with me again.”

“Bullshit,” tvguy said. “Ginger doesn’t love you. You’re just a ploy in her whore ways.”

“I agree,” sniffed 70s. “I’m sorry, man.”

----

(“Here We Go Again” by Pixie Lott plays throughout this scene and the credits [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DAR7qwvJA8[url])

terminoob, 70s, tvguy, Deli, Ex, Wumbo, and Girlygirl all raced out into the middle of the camp. Jelly sat on a log, distraught.

“I saw him,” she said.

“Wait, are you sure?” tvguy said.

“Yes!” 70s said. “tvguy, I apologized. She...she just appeared. I got scared, angry, and a little insane. But now we need to solve the goddamn problem at hand!”

“Fine, fine,” he nodded. tvguy leaned in towards Jelly. “Jelly, where’d you see them go?”

“Underground,” she sniffed. “As Ex dragged me out, I saw both of them peering out from behind a door. I didn’t say anything because I assumed it was....me hallucinating. But then Dragiiin saw them too...”

70s, tvguy, Deli, Ex, Wumbo, and Girlygirl raced down the hallway, guns ready. A single metal door stood at the end.

“Hello, is anyone in there?” Ex called, racking his knuckles on the door.

“If anyone is there and you have firearms, please lower them,” a voice said.

“Clappy?” Wumbo said. “Is that you?”

“Please,” he said. “Lower your weapons.”

The door opened and he stepped through. Bob Ball stood behind him, gun taped to Clappy’s neck, his hand taped to the weapon.

“Make a path or he dies,” Bob Ball said. No one did anything. “Oh, you think I’m playing? LOWER YOUR FUCKING WEAPON OR I’LL PUT A BULLET IN THIS MAN’S HEAD.”

70s sighed.

“Lower your weapons,” he said.

“Good,” nodded Bob Ball. Suddenly, terminoob swung out from behind the back corner and fired at Bob Ball. Everyone, including Bob Ball and Clappy, ducked onto the floor. Bob Ball pulled out a small handgun from his back pocket and fired at terminoob.

“Put it down,” he said. “Or I’ll kill him.”

“terminoob, put it down,” 70s rasped.

terminoob hesitated, his pissed off face etched in, but placed the gun on the floor.

“Good show,” a voice said from inside the room. Redman stepped out, in a red suit. He passed through. “Ready to hold up your end of the deal, Eric?”

“Eric?” terminoob said. “What the hell is he talking about?”

Wumbology had a pained look on his face. He hung his head, in shame.

"Fine," he said, quietly. "Just promise me you'll give me my wife and daughter back."

"I will deliver," Redman said, dragging terminoob and 70s out of the hallway.

“Eric!” Both screamed frantically. It pained him enormously; but if Redman had the power to perform resurrections, he had to get his family back...no matter what. Just as 70s and terminoob disappeared around the corner, the remarkable happened. An explosion ripped through the air.
The glass dome shattered into billions of shards.
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(“Here We Go Again” by Pixie Lott continues)

2 Minute Before Explosion

Sandy, CF, and Steel all sat together, together. CF held a gun, examining the rim.

"Oh my god!" shouted Sandy.

"What?"

"I just saw a fucking shadow! Did you see that?!"

"Shadows aren't exactly not normal..."

"Dude, it's too black in here for shadows. And there aren't windows. It's just the one little lamp."

“Are you okay, Sandy?” CF asked.

“You’re right,” nodded Sandy. “I’m just seeing---”

An enormous explosion rocked the ground. CF was jerked forward, and pressed the trigger of the gun she was holding. The bullet sailed through Steel’s knee.

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Credits
Created by tvguy347
Written by tvguy347
Played by:
that70sguy92
ExKizuna 
Deli 
CF
And all other users previously from TV.com or SBC..

Thoughts and reviews encouraged and greatly appreciated!

Is this the best episode ever, or what?

I've only read a few eps, and it seems cool. I'm guessing I'm portrayed in a neutral way, correct?

Goosebumpsfan2 wrote:I've only read a few eps, and it seems cool. I'm guessing I'm portrayed in a neutral way, correct?

Well...er...read the most recent episode and you'll find out what happened. I don't wanna spoil.

*Reads*

Why it take you so damn long to do that?

In all seriousness, It's awesome. i've always wanted to

Spoiler:

in a story.

Goosebumpsfan2 wrote:*Reads*

Why it take you so damn long to do that?

In all seriousness, It's awesome. i've always wanted to

Spoiler:

in a story.

Haha, I dunno.

And really? xP I brought myself back to life because I wanted to be in the story. xD

Well, I figured that In this I'd either, be bashed, or be useless and die.
The latter is better.

You were rather important towards in the first ten episodes of the show. But then I moved onto some other storylines. x)

Guess I should of read those. Like,. how important?

Goosebumpsfan2 wrote:Guess I should of read those. Like,. how important?

Well, you were super significant in Episode 6, the Halloween episode.

I just skimmed through...

Did the meaning of significant change?

Bump. I want more feedback for Episode 19!! Read it! xD I think it may be the best episode ever, so far...

(S1E20) Episode 20: The Merger

This episode of Down Under is rated TV-14-L-S-D-V for intense language, extreme sexual situations, inappropriate and insensitive dialogue, and very detailed and intensive violence. Not for readers under the age of 12. Thank you.

Previously on Down Under... An enormous dome is dropped over Bikini Bottom by a mysterious and unknown assailant. Meanwhile, sparks fly between Clapmaster and Jelly. Tension is built when 70s previous love interest, Ginger, shows up along with the arrival of 70s fiance from up above. Jelly and Pixie discover an underground plaza where they experience paranormal activity that turns out to be life threatening. tvguy347 also shows up, and explains his death was a mere mind trick from DoodleBob again. A team races down into the newly discovered plaza after they notice that Clappy has gone missing. They find Bob Ball holding a gun to Clappy’s head. It is revealed Bob Ball has flipped sides. In an shocking ending, Wumbology turns over 70s and terminoob in exchange for the resurrection of his murdered wife and daughter. But...an enormous explosion from inside the dome shatters the dome, interrupting 70s and terminoob’s kidnapping. Where do things lead now?

(“Fuck You” by Lily Allen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OK4fJhbRL1g)

Frederick ran across the deck of The Graveyard ship. He didn’t know where he was going; he just wanted to leave. He hit the railing and did a back flip onto the fiesta deck below.

---
(“Fuck You” by Lily Allen continues)

Ginger’s eyes fluttered open. She gazed around before removing the tarp of a tent off of her. She got up, her legs feeling like fucking cardboard.

“Great,” she moaned.

“Bitch, please,” a voice said from behind her. Ginger turned around and saw Sara standing across from her. “I have a fucking peg through my calf.” And Sara did. A peg that had been holding up the tent was thrashed through her leg.

“Oh, boo hoo,” Ginger sneered. “The whole damn world is going to have a pity party for Sara!”

“Excuse me?” Sara said. “God, you’re a hypocrite. What did Calvin see in you?”

“Apparently enough to dump you for me.” Ginger was suddenly attacked by Sara. She clawed at her; Ginger didn’t take it. She bit Sara and pulled her hair. Suddenly, Ginger was sitting on Sara, pulling her head back.

“You little slut,” she rasped. “I hate you.”

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The Mastermind stood adjacent to Redman. One was in a black suit, the other in a red suit. 48 hours had passed since the explosion.

“What now?” the Mastermind said, blandly. He now had a beard on his chin. His eyes looked swollen and his hair was thinning on his head. “What now?”

“I am clear out of ideas,” Redman said. He, however, looked young and full of life. “Eric promised me the two of them. I don’t know why you would suddenly decide to cause an explosion right then and there.”

“Because,” he said, leaning in. “I disagree with your actions.”

Redman’s face scrunched up in anger, before his hand ripped across The Mastermind’s face. “I cannot even look at you right now.” He got up and started to walk towards the door when The Mastermind said something that made him stop in his tracks.

“If you leave now, I will call Kyle,” he said. “And he will not be happy.”

The man in red hesitated, and then turned around and took his seat back. “Fine...what is it you want to do next?”

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It was the middle of the night. Miraculously, the explosion had done nothing but move the tents a few inches and sprinkle shards of glass everywhere. It’d taken only a few hours to clean up.

Now, 70s was stirring. His eyes opened and he instinctively reached for a nightside table; there wasn’t one. He got out of bed and walked out into the chilly, early morning water. He was hoping to find those...those eerie fish he’d seen a few weeks prior, but to no avail. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips.

“70s?” Sandy walked out of her tent, rubbing her eyes. “What’re ya’ll doing up so early?”

“Can’t sleep,” he said, hanging his head.

“Ya sure? You look kind of worried,” she said. Her face then changed from worried to scared. “Oh my god...”

“What?” he said, turned around to see what she was looking at. He went pale; standing there, at the mouth of the camp, was a man hunched over, holding a rifle. “Sandy...get inside...”

“No, I’m staying here with you,” she shivered.

“Get a gun,” he said. She turned and ran into her tent and came back in an instant with a handgun.

“Hello?” 70s said. “Who are you?” The man slowly inched closer, like a snail, towards Sandy and 70s. He said nothing, and a glowing light behind him shadowed out his face. They saw only his silhouette. He raised his rifle and aimed.

“Put it down...,” cautioned 70s. He also readied his gun...and then fired. A bullet smashed into the man’s skull, sending him falling backwards. He landed in the sand, his dead arms still wrapped around his weapon. 70s stepped towards him and retrieved the rifle. “Put it in my tent...”

“Why not the gun supply tent?” Sandy asked.

“Just put it in my tent!” 70s barked. She turned and walked into the tent. Apparently, the gunshot had been rather silent, as no one had heard and come out. He found it odd.

70s walked back into his tent and saw Sandy sitting on his bed, holding the rifle by a lantern.

“Look,” she said. He walked over and peered over; he now had goosebumps on his arms. Etched into the gun was:

They’re coming.

----

It was overcast that morning. The gang lazily filtered out of their tents as a slow drizzle came down.

Wumbology sat by the fire in the heart of the camp, eating a PB&J sandwich. He stared absently at the burnt wood in the middle, his thoughts somewhere else.

“Hey...er...I want to talk to you,” tvguy said, sitting down next to him.

“About what?” asked Wumbo. He didn’t talk his eyes off the firewood.

“How exactly were you involved with that man?” tvguy said.

“Redman?” replied Wumbology. “He murdered my wife and daughter. I thought everyone in camp knew about it, after everything that’s happened. But...he said he could resurrect my wife and daughter...but in exchange for 70s and terminoob.”

“Eric...,” said tvguy. “You really thought he could bring your wife and daughter back to life?”

“Is it really that unreal? I mean, look where we are. We’re in Bikini Bottom, a made up place that Stephen Hillenburg created. It’s fake. And yet...we’re here, aren’t we?” he replied, defensively. “So you tell me. Is it really that far out?”

tvguy didn’t answer; he turned his gaze to the firewood, where Wumbo was looking. That was when he saw it. Written in the sand, just below the firewood, read:

Prepare yourself.

“70s!”

----

Ex, jjs, Deli, and Pearl all sat together. They were playing poker, gambling with clams and shells.

“Ex, jjs,” 70s and tvguy said, walking up. “Can we see you please?”

“Sure,” they both said in unison. They followed tvguy and 70s to a tent on the very edge of camp. Inside, terminoob and Wumbology awaited.

“We have been getting messages,” 70s started off. “Last night, a man appeared in camp that I was forced to kill. On his weapon was a message, saying “They’re coming.” Then today, Wumbo found a message in the sand saying “Prepare yourself.’”

“And today...,” tvguy said. “Pixie recently took over Goosebump and Bob Ball’s old tent. I went in there to bring her some grapes, and she was huddled in the corner, with blood writing on the wall.”

“What’d it say....?” asked terminoob, impatiently.

“‘We’re here,’” he said.

“So, is this like the work of Redman or The Mastermind?” jjs said.

“Or The Admiral, perhaps,” Ex suggested.

“But who is ‘they’re’?” replied 70s. “Well...a few weeks ago, I woke up and I saw these fish coming out of this weird, glowing ship. I met this fish, and I’m not sure what happened...but I woke up that morning and they were gone. Maybe it’s them?”

“Maybe it was a dream, Calvin,” said terminoob. “We cannot focus on anything that isn’t backed up by solid evidence.”

“It’s just a fucking idea, terminoob,” 70s snapped. “In case you haven’t noticed, whoever these people are...they’re hostile.”

“How so?”

“How so? How fucking so? Well, for one, they sent a fucking suicidal maniac into our camp with a rifle. Is that hostile enough for you?” 70s sat down bitterly, chewing on his nails.

“You guys...if these things that---”

“The Doodles!” jjs abruptly shouted. “Maybe it’s The Doodles!”

“It’s possible...,” terminoob muttered, absentmindedly. He was more interested in 70s; it seemed like that had been smoke venting, not an explosion.

“Let’s just see what happens,” tvguy said. “I think we’re all a little tired...”

----

(“M1A1” by Gorillaz plays [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZurS1L3cV48[url])

It was early morning. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon. Everyone was fast asleep in their tents, off in their own dream lands.

A single man walked through the camp, holding a pitchfork drenched in blood. He walked slowly, now dragging the pitchfork in the sand. He then raised his white fingers and snapped. Out of nowhere, two other men appeared. One held a kitchen knife and the other a machete. The trio approached 70s tent and entered.

A screamed ripped through the night air and suddenly the entire world flipped upside down. With a snap of a finger, around two dozen more men appeared. The camp woke up and burst out of their tents; they saw what was occurring, ran back in to retrieve weapons, and then darted back out to fight.

Blood splattered everywhere. The attackers dropped like flies; the SB gang had the obvious numbers.

“Oh my god,” panted TTS. “What the hell just happened?”

“Pack up camp,” 70s said, running out of his tent. No one moved. “PACK UP FUCKING CAMP.”

----

Nearly two hours later, the camp had disappeared. The group was now walking through the deserted Bikini Bottom...until they found them. Almost invisible, were the SBM group. They were burrowed in a hole, between two building.

“Hey...,” PhilipB said, walking up with TTS. “What are you----” 

“They drove us out,” ssj said. “The Doodles.”

“Did they happen to send you notes before they attacked you?” 70s jumped in.

“No...why?” he said.

“It’s not The Doodles,” whispered terminoob.

“I got that,” 70s whispered back.

“You guys are welcome to join up with us,” tvguy declared warmly. “There’s strength in numbers.”

“Uh...,” ssj began.

“Yes,” Abney cut in. “Absolutely.”

---

Abney and ssj walked in the back of the now gigantic group.

“What’d you do that for?” SSJ rasped, livid.

“It’s smart!” he replied. “And honestly...what’s the problem we have with them?”

SSJ didn’t replied...he just walked.

---

Night fell and they were barely on the outskirts of Bikini Bottom.

“We’ll set up camp here,” 70s shouted. In an instant, everyone dropped their things, tired. And yet, the next morning, camp wasn’t even entirely built. Clams chirped happily, flying overhead. tvguy crawled out of his tent, tired. He was one of the few that had actually finished building a tent. Everyone except 70s, tvguy, Pixie, Jelly, and Deli had slept outside that night.

tvguy stretched and then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He then saw that, written in blood, was a message:

Do not hold near, who is dear, for we are in the inside, for your fear

“70s!” he screamed, running into his tent.

“Ugh...tvguy, I’m asleep,” he moaned.

“It’s important!” he said. “I found another message!” 70s bolted out of bed and followed tvguy to the bloody note outside of his tent. 70s bit his nail, a habit he had developed over the past few days.

“Someone on the inside?” he said, more in thought than to tvguy.

“Maybe someone from SBM?” tvguy proposed. “Or maybe they’re referring to Bob Ball?”

“Bob Ball was in cahoots with Redman...not whoever these people are,” 70s retorted.

“Oh...”

“70s!” Pixie and Jelly both ran up, Pixie crying.

“Someone’s here,” Jelly said, her voice pained and on the verge of crying. Her eyes were filled with fear. “They’re in our tent. They scratched Pixie.” Pixie bawled in pain and she showed 70s an ugly wound on her arm.

“Did you get a good glimpse of the guy?” 70s asked, as he walked into tvguy’s tent. He came back out with the rifle that had bore the first message.

“No,” Jelly said, catching her breath. “It...it kind of just whipped in and out.”

“Wait, 70s,” tvguy suddenly said. “I just thought of something.”

“Not now, tvguy,” 70s said, as he charged towards Jelly and Pixie’s tent. People were now getting up, starting their day-to-day duties.

“The first message,” tvguy persisted. “It said they’re coming.”

“tvguy, I really don’t have time for this,” 70s said. “Later.” He entered the tent and looked around. Silently, almost like it never happened, something latched around 70s throat. The rifle dropped. He couldn’t scream, and the tent flaps were closed. He struggled to breath, as his throat closed up.

“And yet...the other messages were speaking in first person,” tvguy said, stopping. “Why would they switch so suddenly? Unless...that message didn’t come from them. That message wasn’t from them! 70s! 70s!” tvguy torpedoed into the tent...he stopped, looking around for 70s. “70s?”

He was gone.

----

“What do you mean he’s missing?” SSJ rasped.

“He just went in...and he didn’t come out,” explained tvguy.

“It’s obvious something or someone is in camp,” Jelly said. “We need to be protected. I know SBM nearly tripled our already enormous gun supply, but 70s still got taken. We need people guarding camp 24/7. Especially at night.”

“I like that idea,” PhilipB agreed.

“I do too,” tvguy said.

“Make a manifest list,” ssj told Abney. “We’ll then select people to guard.”

“Gotcha.”

----

(“Enter Sandman” by Metallica plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uY3LAFJbKyY)

The SB camp was now littered with armed members, just patrolling. Even though there were about 20 members guarding, that wasn’t even a quarter of the members they had to protect.

In one tent, Mothra, Deli, Wumbology, and terminoob all played Go Fish.

“Go Fish,” Mothra said. She took a card from the deck. “Go Fish.” She took another. “Go--”

“Is this how we’re supposed to play?” Deli asked, looking at the instructions on the box.

“terminoob,” ssj said, walking in. “Can I talk to you?”

“About what?”

“Well...I rather not say here,” he said.

Without saying anything snarky, terminoob arose and followed ssj to his tent on the other side of camp. Inside, a table was set up in the well lit tent.

“Please take a seat,” ssj said, gesturing to one of the chairs. He took one and ssj took the remaining one. “Now...I understand you and 70s were close.”

“Nope,” he said. “Completely false.”

“Oh...,” he said. “Until we find 70s, I think you and I should act as the two temporary leaders.”

“Leaders? I don’t lead. I’m apparently 70s ‘shadow.’” A shadow darted behind terminoob and ssj’s eyes grew wide. “What?”

“Oh my god...,” ssj said. “Right when you said ‘shadow,’ a shadow ran behind you.”

“What the hell are you smoking?” terminoob asked, not even turning around to see.

“You’re right...probably nothing,” replied ssj, shaking it off. “Now, then...are you sure you don’t want to help?”

“I’m certain.”

“Well...I guess that’s fine, then,” ssj said.

“Damn straight,” terminoob said. He got up and leaned on the table. “May I go now, Captain SSJ?”

“I guess,” ssj said, not certain. “But I’d really like you to reconsider...”

“No,” terminoob said. “I guess I was sort of a co-leader with 70s when we first got here, but I never---” He saw it. Right behind ssj, a shadow scampered across. “I saw it.”

“Saw what?” ssj said, scratching out ‘shadow’ on his mental list; he knew it was nothing.

“The shadow, dumbass,” terminoob said. He walked towards the tent wall and ran a finger across it. Unexpectedly, a volt of electricity shot through terminoob. He was sent backwards, crashing over the table.

“Nick!” ssj said, standing up. “Are you alright?”

“What the FUCK?!” terminoob cried. “How’d you know my name?”

“What do you mean?”

“You called me Nick...that’s my name,” terminoob said.

SSJ thought about for a second. “I...I don’t know...”

----

(“Chevaliers De Sangreal” by Hans Zimmer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4gHzjDtyro) MUST LISTEN

In camp, people sat together. SSJ delivered the message to the group. It was clear; they were in danger. They needed to move pronto.



Sara and Ginger held on together. Despite their differences, they’d both lost the one they both cared about.


In The Graveyard, Frederick detonated the ship. It collapsed in on itself, and The Graveyard started to fall apart.


Suddenly, all of Bikini Bottom shifted. Everyone screamed. Night went to day. The sky turned red.

“Will you marry me?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Stop...stop...too much, David.”

These voices were projected throughout Bikini Bottom.




70s sat alone, dying. Blood gurgled out of his wound. His eyes were bloodshot. His hands were gripped tightly in fists. He gagged, blood coming up from his throat. He turned his head and saw Whaleblubber...he shrank, suddenly Luke. 70s then looked the other way and saw light coming from the door. He then looked up and gripped his chest. He couldn’t breathe. Blood was now pouring out of his throat. He shook, violently.

In an instant, he was gone.

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Previously on Down Under...70s goes missing, apparently by some sort of thing. Meanwhile, the gang merges with the SBMers. However, weird things don’t cease to occur. They continue to receive mysterious messages after a group attacks them. In a shocking cliffhanger, 70s apparently passes on, while the camp still struggles to deal with the all the paranormal and odd phenomenons at camp...join the immensely popular show for it’s second season, full of twists, cliffhangers, and entertainment!

(S2E1) Episode 21: Violets Are Blue

2 Months Earlier

The sky turned red. All of Bikini Bottom shifted. Voices boomed across the city, as everyone screamed. They were apparently conversations...certainly not from Bikini Bottom.

Wumbology sat in his usual position, by the fire. He whittled away at a piece of driftwood, his eyes narrowed and concentrated.

“Wumbology?” He looked up to see CF standing over him. She truly was beautiful; her bob cut was no more. She now had long, luscious, Shenae Grimes hair. Her smile was perfect, and the setting sun glowed around her, making her look like an angel. She was the one for Wumbology...at least he thought so.

“Yeah?” he said. Wumbo set down his knife and piece of driftwood. “What’s up?”

“Could you help me and Clappy over here? I’m moving into his tent today and---”

“Oh,” he said. “Yeah...sure.”

“Great!” she beamed, and hopped back over to her tent. Well...her’s and Clappy’s.

She’s with Clappy...great, Wumbo thought to himself.

----
(theme plays and Down Under: Red and Black swoops in)

(“The Swing” by Everclear plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxQvswtyog4)

Working at the Los Angeles Sea World Aquarium was either tough or easy. Easy to work there, and tough to work for the fish. The aquarium was crammed in the late afternoon with visitors. One huge attraction was the famous octopus, nicknamed “80s” for it’s eight tentacles.

“Look mommy!” one little girl yelled in delight. “Look!”

“I see, sweetie!” the mother smiled, having her daughter sit around her neck so that she could see the octopus.

“Mommy...,” the little girl continued, still beaming. “There’s a man in there swimming with the fishy!”

“What do you mean, honey?” The woman tried to see what her daughter was talking about.

“There’s a man swimming with 80s!” she said again.

“Delilah...,” the mother said. “Are you sure?”

“Yup, Mommy,” Delilah replied. Suddenly, it floated into view. There, floating in the aquarium was a man named Calvin Reynolds, or known by others, that70sguy92.

(“The Swing” by Everclear ends)

----

(“Out of Control” by Lady Gaga plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TboPv2CARU)

CF and Clappy (Cristina and Robert) engaged passionately, lip to lip on Clappy’s bed in his tent.

“Take it off,” she said through kisses.

“Take what off?” Clappy replied. Clappy didn’t reply; he took off his shirt, and then his pants, and then his underwear.

“That’s hot,” said CF. She then proceeded to undress.

About half an hour later, CF and Clappy exited the tent, hand in hand.

“CLAPPY!” a voice roared from behind them. Steel walked right toward Clapmaster, snarling, and socked him in the nose. Clappy ripped away from CF and went down on the floor, blood gushing out.

“What the hell?!” CF said.

“You’re cheating on me,” Steel said.

“We were never together, you fucking asshole!” She dropped to her knees and used her shirt to absorb Clappy’s blood.

“What happened?” he said, out of it. She said nothing, but look back at Steel and glare at him with devastated and angry eyes.

(“Out of Control” by Lady Gaga ends)
----

(“Sober” by P!nk plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhbApDmD5vM)

SSJ sat silently in his tent, scribbling on a piece of paper.

“Hello?” Abney and Mothra entered, both looking depressed and saddened. “SSJ...”

“Yeah?” he said, not looking up from the paper.

“What are you doing?” they both asked in unison.

“This was the latest message from them,” he replied. SSJ finished and help the paper up against the light. “Dammit.” He set it back down on the table and continued to scribble.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” Abney asked, the light from the setting sun glittering off his glasses. SSJ had cut a whole in his tent, as he liked light when he was working.

“Ever tried to make an imprint of a quarter by putting it underneath the paper and coloring the paper?” he asked.

Both nodded.

“I’m trying to do just that,” replied SSJ, holding it up to the light and cursing. “Just without the quarter.”

“I don’t understand...,” said Mothra. “How do you make an---”

“Look,” he said, handing Mothra the paper. “This writing didn’t come from a pen. It’s obvious. It was etched in, using God knows what. And this paper...this paper is some of the first paper made, by the Chinese.”

“The Chinese invented paper?” TTS (Face) entered the room. “What’re we talking about?”

Mothra explained quickly and SSJ continued on.

“Anyway,” he continued. “When I held it up to the light...I saw an image. But only for a split second. I’m trying to see if I can bring it back.”

“By coloring on it?” said Mothra. “That’s stupid. I’m out of here.” She turned to go, when a bolt of electricity rippled through the tent and crashed into Mothra. She was flipped backwards, and crashed headfirst into the table. Face and Abney jumped back in fright.

“Oh my god,” SSJ said. He dropped to Mothra’s side, as blood dripped out of her skull. There was a cut underneath her left eye and a long gash on her right arm.

“Jesus....,” Abney muttered under his breath. “I’m...er...leaving.” He turned around and tried to poke through the flaps, but found it wouldn’t open. He tugged desperately and started to yell. “SSJ, it won’t fucking open!”

“Kind of busy, Abney,” he rasped, applying pressure to Mothra’s wound. Abney, exasperated, started to pound his fists on the flaps. Suddenly, the sound of wind whooshed through the tent and little volts of electricity began to oscillate through the material the tent was made up of.

Outside, the camp didn’t move whatsoever. It stayed absolutely still, like it was still SSJ sitting in the middle of it, doing his work.

(“Sober” by P!nk ends)

----

“Hello,” a voice said. “Hello.” 70s vision became clear and he saw The Mastermind sitting on a table in front of him. 70s ached all over and there was bloodstains all over his disgusting and pungent smelling clothing. He tried to move in his chair, and found that he was handcuffed to it.

“What the hell, man?” snarled 70s. “Who the---”

“My name is Daniel Corzona,” the man said. “Or, as you know me, the Mastermind. Apparently, I killed myself. Apparently, I did not. It’s all fucked up down here.”

“What’s apparent is not fucking relevant,” growled 70s. “WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE?!” He restrained against his bonds and shook in the cuffs.

“Easy there, tiger,” Daniel, or The Mastermind, said. He eyed 70s; not with suspicion, annoyance, or even anger, but with curiosity. Daniel got off the table and walked to the other side of it, where he took a seat across from 70s. “Now, Calvin.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grunted. “You don’t deserve to call me anything, you son of a bitch.”

“Calvin, I’d like to work with you!” said Daniel. He outstretched his hands dramatically, and then pulled a folder out from under the table. “Look at this.”

“I...can’t...,” 70s glared, shaking his handcuffs subconsciously.

“Look at this page,” he said, tapping a picture paper-clipped to a few papers.

70s eyes grew wide; on the page were several pictures of himself, tvguy, Deli, Jelly, and just about every other friend he’d ever met, and some he didn’t know.

“This is a whole lot bigger than you realize,” Daniel said, continuing to flip through the photographs.

----

(“Two Steps from Hell” by Dragon Rider plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em42XjJKSX8&feature=related
“Look!” Unlike the original Spongebob and friends, regular Bikini Bottomites had blended in with the rest of the group...except Scooter. Scooter just had to be different. “I found an old issue of the Bikini Bottom Daily!”

“Hmm?” Wumbology said. He was sitting in his usual spot by the fire, reading a book of sea tales.

“Take a peek,” said Scooter, grinning. He handed Wumbo the newspaper. “I found it buried on the outskirts of camp!”

Wumbo glanced at the front page and frowned. “Scooter...you found this on the outskirts of camp?”

Scooter nodded. They’d moved camp, and were now just at the end of main street, on the edge of Bikini Bottom.

“Well...um...if I’m correct, this issue is from today,” he said. Wumbo got up and walked over to his tent. Ever since they’d come, he’d kept track of the date, as he remembered the date right when they’d entered down under from his laptop clock. He leaned down to the marks on a piece of paper, thought for a moment, and then looked at Scooter.

“Is it from---”

“Yes,” he said. Wumbo sat on his bed and examined the newspaper. Headlines read things like “Mayor Passes New Law” and “PE Teacher Arrested for Lewd Acts.” It was as if Bikini Bottom life was going on normally...he needed to talk to SSJ. He got up and stormed past Scooter and jogged to SSJ’s tent.

“SSJ!” he said. He tried to pull open the flap and found that it was shut. He tried again and then cursed under his breath. “OPEN!” He then went to his last resort and used his power. He waved his hands and fired exploded onto the flaps. Electricity and fire intertwined up into the air with a powerful force, knocking everything back. Everyone outside looked up in a combination of awe, panic, and fear. Wumbo stood up, having been flung over a table. He walked towards the spiraling column of energy and saw the fire lapping around everywhere. He raised his hands again, trying to regain power.

Inside the tent, Abney leaned on the flaps, on the verge of tears, and fell backwards. He hit sand saw the vortex above him. Abney slid backward, and into another tent. SSJ dragged Mothra into the next tent, and continued to work on her there.

Suddenly, Wumbo collapsed on the ground and the volts of electricity disappeared just like that.

(“Two Steps from Hell” ends)

----

“The electricity ended RIGHT when Wumbo passed out,” terminoob said. As just about everyone else was either busy or gone, terminoob confided in Ex. “Could it be possible Wumbo is the inside guy they told us about?”

“Doubt it,” Ex replied. “HIGHLY doubt it.”

“Haven’t you even considered it?” asked terminoob. “He was willing to trade in 70s and I.”

“Wumbo is loyal as hell, terminoob,” Ex sneered. “He wouldn’t do a dick thing like that!”

“Whatever.” terminoob turned and left, unsatisfied and frustrated.

----

(“Rock Show” by Lady Gaga plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FtB9emE-vk)

Wumbology sat in his spot by the fire. His eyes stared wide and tiredly at the fire.

“Doesn’t that hurt your eyes?” Wumbo turned to see CF standing there. She looked like an angel in the glittering night. “Eric?”

“Oh...no,” he replied. “Not at all.”

“How?” She smiled and took a seat next to him. Normally, she wouldn’t feel attracted to him. But...somehow, when they’d been zapped into Bikini Bottom, they’d been all raised to the same, adult age. There seemed to be a spark between them.

“It just doesn’t...,” Eric (Wumbo) replied.

“Oh,” nodded CF. She, too, looked at the fire. When Wumbo didn’t say anything else, she looked at him and saw that his eyes were tied into the fire; she could the fierce reflection in his eyes. “Maybe it isn’t healthy to stare this long...”

“It’s perfectly healthy,” he said blankly, without any emotion whatsoever.

“Ok, then...” CF got up and walked away.

Wumbology’s hand began to twitch and he grabbed a twig and twiddled it in his hand, before using it to write aimlessly on his arm.

----

It was cold. Ice cold. Bob Ball shivered on the floor, his blue veins popping out. His hair was wet, his eyes white, and his fingernails long. He shook violently, liquid covering him.

A man stood over him, looking cruelly down on Bob Ball. This man was Hassan; he now wore a black robe that made him appear all the more mysterious. A knife sat in it’s sheath, waiting to be broken out and used.

“W-w-hat do you want,” Bob shivered.

Hassan said nothing. He looked away and stalked away. Bob sighed a sigh of relief when Hassan came roaring back. He jammed the knife in and out of Bob violently, screaming. 

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP THEM! YOU FAILED! YOU FAILED! YOU FUCKING FAILED!”

Blood slowly trickled out of the many wounds littered on Bob Ball’s nearly frozen corpse. Hassan began to slowly sob, his face scrunched and pained. He then got up. His eyes turned red. They were slits. His neck cracked and stretched out. Dripping fangs sprouted in his mouth. Scales all shoved out of his skin at once. Sharp claws replaced his toenails and hands. He moaned, because swallowing Bob Ball’s remains in one.

----
(“Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bobby McFerrin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yv-Fk1PwVeU)

Clappy picked up an enormous load of driftwood and poured it into the fire.

“Hey!” Wumbo said. Clappy stopped, and looked at him.

“Yeah...?” said Claps, looking at Wumbo curiously.

“Here’s a little song I wrote, you might to sing it note for note...don’t worry...be happy!” he cried, looking up at the sky.

“What the hell are you smoking?” Clappy shook his head, dumped the wood in the fire, and walked away.

“DON’T WORRY!” Wumbo screamed, following him. “BE HAPPY!”

Clappy rolled his eyes, entering his tent. Wumbology followed.

“Oooo, ooo, ooo oooh oooh!” he hummed.

“Dammit, Eric!” Clappy said. “Shut up!”

He started to dance.

“DO THE WAVE, CLAPPY!” Wumbology screeched. “FUCK YEAH!”

“Wumbology, seriously, get out. D--”

“No,” said Wumbo, suddenly. His eyes narrowed. He slammed into Clappy and raised him off the floor. “Don’t fuck with me. Understand?” He twitched a little bit, before setting Claps back down.

“Um...,” mumbled Clappy, as Wumbo left in a huff.

Pissy, much? thought Claps.

(“Don’t Worry Be Happy” ends)

----

Hassan prowled outside of a Shell City hangout. He leaned against the iron gate, smoking, as people flowed in and out. The joint was filled with mostly teenagers, looking to smoke pot and marijuana, or to have sex. Hassan’s hair was tousled, his jeans and shirt ripped, and his shoes torn up. He looked like your average punk.

“Hey man,” one fish said, staggering up. He held a bottle of beer in one hand, and a dildo in another. “Do you have *burp* boobs?”

Hassan said nothing; he flipped his hair out of his face and scowled.

“Is that a *burp* no?” Before a reply, the young man collapsed on the ground.

“Dammit, Johnny!” Hassan looked up, to see a gorgeous blonde fish striding over. “I told you not to fucking drink!”

Hassan eyed it, and smiled. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” the woman said, rather sulkily. She looked at Hassan and a smile conjured up on her face. “Hey... I’m Avril.”

“Ha---,” he began, but stopped cold, for two reasons. Number one, he saw someone behind Avril. Number two, he needed a new name. “I’m Harold.”

“Nice to meet you!” smiled Avril. She noticed Hassan’s restricted gaze. She turned around to look, and saw a man walking angrily towards them. “Who’s that?”

“Move,” rasped Hassan.

“What?”

“MOVE!” He pushed her out of the way, as the man transformed into a black wisp. It charged towards Hassan; he snapped into his monster look, and defended himself as the man in black wrapped itself around Hassan. His eyes bulged as the black smoke secured itself.

“Harold!” screamed Avril. She got up and ran at the smoke.

“No,” Hassan mustered, but it was too late. Avril slammed into the smoke... and she went right through it. Suddenly, the smoke snapped back into a man. He now sat on the floor, sputtering. Hassan gazed back at Avril.

“I like you,” she said plainly. She grinned.

“I like you,” Hassan replied.

----

“Who took these?” 70s asked, speechless. “And how did you get them?”

“That...,” said Daniel, “is not what concerns you. What concerns you is why they were taken.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? One day you’re calm, the next day you’re homicidal,” 70s said. “Jesus....”

“Calvin, what you’re looking at here is part of one of the world’s largest coverups,” Daniel whispered.

“What? How does a coverup have anything to do with myself and my friends?”

“Trust me, it does,” he said. He passed another picture across to 70s. “Do you know what this is?”

70s eyes widened. “Um... is this some sort of sick joke?”

“Work with me here, Calvin,” snorted Daniel. “We need to work together or I promise you, you and your friends will die here in The Graveyard, and in the real world.”

“Fine, fine,” sighed 70s, exasperated. “Explain.”

“Take a look at these two other pictures.” He slid two more photos over.

“Okay.....,” he said. “Again, what the hell does this have to do with us?”

“A lot,” Daniel said. “The Holy Grail, The Philosopher’s Stone, and Mount Rushmore. Take a look at this last picture.”

“It’s an alien ship,” 70s said. “A saucer. What the fuck does this---”

“Calvin, there is a dangerous semi-Catholic group called The Seven Deadly Sins. Before I had my pet capture you, there were messages left for you at the camp. Those messages were left by SDS. They are extremely cunning, as well as power hungry. They are currently pursuing both The Philosopher’s Stone and The Holy Grail, and they have reason to believe that it’s in your camp,” he said.

“What about the saucer and Mount Rushmore?”

Daniel sighed. “That’s where you currently are. Mount Rushmore.”

70s said nothing.

----

Atop Mount Rushmore, everyone from the Spongebob group sat in a large circle, eyes closed. They were down under.

*Reviews and Feedback appreciated*

Bump xD

Good episode, tvguy.

I apologize for the lack of episodes for the last two weeks. :/ I know one was supposed to air today, but I'm just completely stalled on this second episode of the second season. /: Sorry, fans.

Extremely short compared to other episodes, I know.



Previously on Down Under... Hassan’s bloody ways are shown and he meets a new woman, Avril, who apparently shares his murderous behavior. Meanwhile, back at camp, the users discover newspapers from the current date, showing that Bikini Bottom is still apparently functioning as a city. More paranormal occurrences happen, including one where Mothra is body-slammed into a table and Abney, SSJ, and herself are locked into a tent. A sexual relationship is revealed, between CF and Clappy. Steel and Clappy fight, after Steel thinks CF is cheating on him, even though they were never together. And in a shocking ending, The Mastermind is revealed to be Daniel Corozona, Daniel being a man The Mastermind apparently killed earlier in the series! And in the end, Daniel reveals to 70s a coverup that is a threat to everyone not just in the sea, but in the world. This coverup involves the legendary Holy Grail, Philosopher’s stone, and extra terrestrial life. Where do things lead now?


(S2E2) Episode 22: Last Day on Earth

On his usual spot by the fire, Wumbology lay on his back, staring at the starry sky. It was beautiful; dark pink, blue, and green flowers floated lazily across the ocean abyss, not a trouble in the world. Sadly for Eric (Wumbo) it wasn’t that simple. Suddenly, a scream erupted, ripping Wumbo from his ponder session.

“Eric!” screamed Pixie, running towards him.

“What, what?!” he said.

“You’re on fire! Get up! Get up!”

He looked down and saw that his feet were ablaze, smoke drifting up. It hadn’t arisen any alarm to him, simply because he hadn’t felt anything. Pixie splashed some Kelp Shake on it, and the fire disappeared.

“What the hell, Wumbo?” said Pixie, panting in fright. “How could you not know that you’re on fire...?”

He said nothing; he just twitched, ever so slightly.

(theme plays)

(“What the Hell” by Avril Lavigne plays )

Hassan rolled out of bed and got a mouthful of dirt. He sputtered and then raised his head, feeling great. Sex with Avril was like a bubble of bliss. All of Hassan’s worries melted away for the night he spent with her. It turned out Avril was a carnivorous Adlet; a bloodthirsty canine. Avril was feisty in bed.

“Sweety?” Her voice cut the air like a knife. “What are you doing on the floor?”

Hassan groaned and rolled back onto the mattress. They had found the thing with springs poking out in a gross junk yard just out of town. On the way, they’d each killed a child and dragged the carcass’ into the junk yard where they feasted.

“Honey?” Avril said, a hint of concern now sprinkled in her smooth voice. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you alright?” she repeated.

“Oh. Oh yeah. I’m perfect. On top of the whole world, babe.” He looked over at her and grinned.

“Mhmm,” said Avril. She stared at him for a few moments before decided her boyfriend was fine. She leaped off the mattress and landed in her monster form.

Hassan looked at her from behind. She’s even sexy in that hideous monster outfit!

(“What the Hell” by Avril Lavigne ends)

----

(“Holy Ghost” by Bar-Kays plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJlAop6SyLI)

Bishop George Knowles paced back and forth in his excessive office. Knowles was now seventy six years old; today was his birthday. He was entirely bald, with a greasy scalp that glimmered whenever the light caught it. He wore a blood red cloak with a golden rope tied around his throat. He had two sapphire rings on each of his index fingers and long, brown nails. Knowles feet left sweaty footprints on the tiled floor, for he was wearing no shoes.

Suddenly, the dark red, maple doors to his office bursted open and another elderly man, in the same attire as Knowles, walked in. The difference between the two was the fact that the new man had a bright red turban placed on his otherwise bald head.

“Vwat is va meaning of vis!?” he demanded, holding a crinkled piece of parchment in his right hand. His forceful voice was plagued with a heavy German accent.

Knowles looked at the man with tired eyes, sighed, and then adjusted his focus onto the paper. He took the paper from the other man’s hands; he folded his hands, and smirked. As Knowles read the paper, his mouth dropped open and the wrinkles around the hole in his face creased.

“So... vwat does it mean?”

George Knowles, age seventy six exactly, suddenly collapsed onto the floor. His corpse hit the floor in a boom of black powder. The other man backed away, eyes wide and jaw hanging. He bumped against the maple doors just as an air shattering scream roared from the old geezer’s gullet.

(“Holy Ghost” ends)

----

(“Something to Die For” by The Sounds plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmzbFTYpPDc)

Redman wore the same wine red attire as he always did. He smirked and strolled into a dark, shabby cell. 70s sat in the corner, chained to a stone wall.

“Is this how Daniel has left you?” Redman chuckled.

“Left? He’s in the other room. And who the fuck are you?” 70s examined the blood suit.

“Well, I go by many names.” He looked around and noticed a splintery wooden chair against the opposite wall. He grabbed it, swung it around, and sat down. “What exactly are you looking for? What kind of name?”

70s stared daggers at him. “Enough fucking games. Either you’re someone I need to know, or you’re someone I can ignore.”

“Fair enough,” Redman agreed. “I am Redman.”

70s forced an painfully fake laugh. “Redman?” He chuckled again.

“It’s not any better than “that70sguy92”,” he sneered.

70s remained silent.

“Just so you know,” Redman said. “Wumbology, Eric... I murdered his wife and daughter.”

And just as quickly as he had come, Redman got up and left.

(“Something to Die For” ends)

-----

(“The Last Day on Earth” by Kate Miller Heidke plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GU8Ekk8Pbs)

Jelly and Pixie awoke to hazy morning, the sun peeking beautifully out from behind the clouds.

70s hung from his chains. He felt like crying.

Ginger sneaks off from camp, apparently switching sides yet again.

Bob Ball, The Mastermind, and Redman lean over a map.

The Doodles, Jonathan, and Percy’s group plan and plot.

The gang at camp waits in anticipation, scared, confused and unknowing.

Deli stares up at the stars, crying.

Clappy and CF slowly kiss in a tent and Clappy removes his shirt.

Wumbology sits in pure thought about his family. He will have The Mastermind bring his family back to life and then kill Redman.

-----

As Frederick fell over the railing, several things flew through his head. For one, he wondered if the group of kids he’d slipped the Holy Grail and Philosopher’s Stone into would notice the two legendary items. Frederick had owned both of them since he brought them into existence. He had created the two most well-known items in the universe.

The whole damn universe! That included Frederick’s “aliens.” Yup, just about everyone in the scientific community rejected his sightings and explanation.

Now, he splatted on the deck and awoke in a fishing boat off the coast of Japan.

-----

Deli, Ex, Sabre, WWESponge, and SBRox sat around a game of Eelz and Escalators while The Cartoon hurried up to Wumbology with a newspaper clutched in his hand.

“Oh, the new one,” Wumbo said and reached for it.

“No,” The Cartoon said. He shook is head and his eyes were filled with worry. “This one is different. Read the headlines.” He handed Wumbology the newspaper and watched as Wumbo’s eyes filled with a different kind of worry. A different kind of panic. No, this wasn’t just panic; this was an all-out freak-out, and The Cartoon was scared. Not just for their safety, or his own safety for that matter, but for Wumbology. The things he was dealing with. His wife and child’s killer was right there, mocking him.

Come and catch me,[i] a voice said in The Cartoon’s head. Both him and Wumbology froze, but The Cartoon shrugged it off. Wumbo, Eric, however, clenched his fist around the already crumpled newspaper.

-----

DoodleBob leaned against the wall while Percy and Jonathan argued in the corner. They had recently affiliated, the three being the only villains not in a group. Percy had actually been killed. Murdered. Done with. However, Jonathan and DoodleBob had been desperate. Jonathan had carefully performed a resurrection and Percy was now back, walking and talking.

“What is our plan?” Jonathan complained. “WE HAVE NO PLAN. We’re not going to get control if we don’t work for it and get the stone and the grail!”

Percy stared at him. He was now thin. Scarily thin. He was balding, and a few of his teeth had rotted and fallen out.

“Jonathan, we will [i]get control. I can guarantee that. We don’t need to find the grail and the stone when they can find it for us. We just follow them! It’s the easiest---”

“... laziest,” DoodleBob jutted in.

Percy glared at him and then resumed. “... quickest, and most efficient way to go about doing it. While we gain strength physically, they will get weak, and when they’re weak... we’ll swoop in and take the grail and stone.”

Jonathan sighed. “I doubt that’ll work. You don’t know The Mastermind and Redman.”

“Don’t act like you do either,” DoodleBob piped up. “We have The Doodles. We have an army. Do they? Nope.”

----

(“Mirrors” by Natalia Kills plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yn6FjQ_-Q70)

Wumbology jogged across the camp, screaming at people to pack up. People began to panic, taking down their tents, yelling at others. Dark, black clouds blew in quickly, blotting out the sun. The campfire was put out by the crazy wind. Wumbology ran back to his own camp, dropping the newspaper. It fluttered in the wind. On the cover, it read: “End of the World” and featured a huge pile of bodies in a photo. The bodies were them, lifeless and dead.

-----

70s was awoken. Blood streamed from his nose. He looked up and saw his world crumbling around him. Shattering, with wood, stone, debris spraying everywhere around him. Doodles poured in from every corner of the cell, and 70s suddenly got very claustrophobic. He stood up, and yanked on his chains... and he remembered his powers. Thank God, his fucking powers! They’d all forgotten about the powers. They hadn’t gotten control of them. They hadn’t become an instinct; just something that was there.

Minutes later, 70s was free after blowing his bounds clean off. He ran out of the prison and suddenly stopped outside the door. He was in complete darkness. He looked up and felt that claustrophobic feeling again. He saw a sliver of light above and realized with a crashing feeling that he was stuck in a deep, deep, sickening trench.

-----

Zoey and Jacob had just finished packing up their tent. Everyone was running around, screaming, trying to get out of the camp pronto.

“What the fuck is going on?” Greg asked groggily.

“Come on, come on!” both kids ushered in unison.

“I wanna know what everyone is goddamn screaming about first!”

“Greg, we can---”

There was a boom from the cloudy black sky and a white bolt of electricity washed over everyone. It was so bright. The bolt folded out from the root bolt and covered everyone, much like an umbrella. Users screamed and tumbled everywhere, and suddenly, they were all dead.

-----

(“Rise” by The Frames plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jULrAEtT5zk)

The ocean thumped and churned... abnormally. There were constant swells and the people on land began to worry. It was summer. The ocean was usually calm, and perfect.

Off the coast of Japan, the waves were the same. Frederick, who had sailed the small rowboat inland, sat on the coast, staring out at the angry sea. There was no blue; only black and a deafening white foam.

Down under, you couldn’t see. It was worse than The Storm. Just constant currents, strong currents, sweeping you away and killing you. Bikini Bottom was torn apart, as were Shell City, Conch Caverns, Bikini Top, Kelp Springs, and thousands of other sea cities and states.

Being transported wasn’t supposed to hurt, but it hurt like hell according to 70s. Every part of his body stretched out. He began to bleed, and suddenly he couldn’t breath the water any longer. His gills vanished and were replaced with a nose, and a mouth. He struggled as he shot up towards the surface, jets of water spiraling around him. But once he broke through the water, he didn’t stop. He was careened about sixty feet into the air before he fell back, his arms and legs pinwheeling, as if trying to grab onto something that wasn’t there.

Meanwhile, dozens of bodies washed up on the beaches of Cali. They weren’t dead. It’d be a transportation. SG10, Webizoid, WWE, and other users slowly began to regain consciousness. They grasped the tan sand and began to scream in glee.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” CF and Clappy got up and kissed. The savored that moment, their actual lips touching. It wasn’t that slippery fish skin anymore.

However, on the coast of Greece, The Mastermind, Redman, and Bob Ball all washed up, alive and well. In human form.

On the coast of Australia, Percy, Jonathan, and DoodleBob (and his Doodles) clambered onto the sandy beaches.

Where was Hassan? And Avril? Well, I’m sorry to say, but Hassan had completely turned into an undersea monster along with Avril. Despite him being in control of Bob Ball when he was supposed to take Percy’s spot, Hassan had been tangled up in a heap of a confusing mess. He had just wanted to relax with his girl. That was it. So he did.

(“Rise” by The Frames ends)

-----

(“Paris 2004” by Peter Bjorn and John plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQbK9w_L6Zw)

“Um... so are we back?” Ex asked. They all stood in a circle on the beach, drenched to the bones.

“I hope so,” Face said. “I’m wearing the same clothes as when we... got... zapped there.” He glanced at the stormy ocean. The sun, however, was gleaming above it.

“I ain’t hurting anymore,” said Mothra. “It wasn’t a dream...”

“Maybe it was.” They all turned, and saw 70s limping up towards them. “You guys seen the movie ‘Inception?’”

tvguy, Deli, Ex, and Wumbo didn’t answer. They already knew.

“Yeah,” said Phil. “It was extremely confusing. I had to see it like three times before I finally got it.”

“Well, that’s the deal here,” Wumbo interjected. “There was this thing created by this guy named Frederick called The Graveyard. It’s like the dream state in Inception, although much more unstable. Sometimes you can die in there, and sometimes you don’t. The only sure was is to find the person’s main spot for storing files, like memories, and then killing yourself from there. It’s a secret corporation, and 70s began to work for it after quitting his water-park job. He made some modifications to it, which was supposed to make it safer. The Graveyard has already been leaked on the net, and with the right equipment, thousands of people have been able to go in and out. What they don’t know is that they’re actually being transported to these different words.”

“Through computer software?” asked jjs.

“I know how it sounds, but it’s true. When 70s made these modifications, it changed The Graveyard, for the worse. It made it more difficult to go in and out, and some people have actually been stuck inside The Graveyard. Like us,” Wumbo finished.

“What? But we’re here! We’ve left!” exclaimed Clappy. His arm was around CF and Wumbo felt anger suddenly flood his body.

“This is Level 2,” said 70s. “Look. You can even see the door to Level 3 up there.” They looked up, and saw a tiny trapdoor, about 20,000 feet up. They wouldn’t have been able to see it, but there was a series of blinding lights surrounding it.

“So how’d we come here? To Level 2? And how do we get to Level 3?”

“I honestly dunno,” said 70s. “Deli, tvguy, Wumbo, Ex, and I were already messing out with it, but that before I made the modifications.”

There was silence.

------

In the real world, marine workers pull 70s’s limp body out of the aquarium.

~the screen goes black~

Bump. New episode soon.

Episode 3 of Season 2 is coming along nicely! I know the previous episode was kinda bad, but it was rushed. S2E3 will surely bring the series back up to it's regular quality!

Sorry.

Oh fuck no.

Thus endeth my favorite spin-off.

WHY!?

lulz jk. I just wanted to see what kind of reaction I'd get. xD


I'm mean, I know.

Season 2 shall resume soon... hopefully. I keep procrastinating. -.-

New episode pl0x?

New episode sometime before September. >.<

:O ooh this looks awesome~

im planning on making a comic, and thinking of mentioning a spongebob fanclub in it~ prob be this site.

DrDalton wrote::O ooh this looks awesome~

im planning on making a comic, and thinking of mentioning a spongebob fanclub in it~ prob be this site.

Thank you! And awesome!

(S2E3) Episode 23: Setup


Everything had to be perfect. Everything. Down to the inch. He would kill her if something went wrong.

Debra Childs walked rigidly down the sidewalk of the busy Whittier Boulevard in Paolini, California. Paolini was a thriving landmark of a city along the coast. It was settled between San Diego and Los Angeles, centered right in the middle of the two. While not as large as San Diego or LA, it still boasted a population of three million in the relatively small area. Jalopies bustled by, sputtering. Sports cars flew by seamlessly. A few joggers went by, but other than that it was silent.

The Whitwood Shopping Plaza consisted of the Capital Source bank, a Dunkin Donuts, and a dilapidated “Great Reads” bookstore. The Capital Source bank towering against Whittier Boulevard at a staggering seven stories, which was tall for the suburban city. As Debra walked down the sidewalk, she gazed up at the bank.

Perfect. Everything WILL go perfectly, she thought to herself, and turned down the sidewalk. She was now on the other side of the building. Another turn and she would find herself in front of the glass doors that led into the bank.

That turn came. Sure enough, a blond woman was opening up the front doors at exactly 7:00 AM, just as her mentor had promised. Stealthily, like she wasn’t even there, she pulled a handgun from her coat pocket and placed it behind her back. The blond noticed her and grinned a tired smile.

“Hi, welcome to Capital Source! If you’ll take---”

“Get in!” Debra screamed at her. She whipped out her gun and jammed it into her skull. The intern screamed in pain and instinctively raised both of her arms.

Going well so far, Debra thought timidly. The floor inside the lobby was a green marble, and a trio of columns supported the vaulted, white ceiling. There were two rows of desks on one side of the bank, an elevator in the corner, and then a long wooden counter on the opposing side. Debra nodded and then twirled the frightened intern around.

“Please don’t do anything! I have a family, and I need to--”

“Shut the fuck up!” Debra bellowed in her face. “I don’t wanna hear your goddamn life story!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” the woman bawled. Streams of clear tears rolled down her pink cheeks.

“Take me to the vault.”

“I don’t know the combination! I swear! I swear! I swear to God, please, oh God, I dunno it!” She was not shaking her head vigorously against her sweaty hand that held the woman.

“SHUT UP!” Debra smacked the metal barrel of the gun across her face and her nose began to bleed. “TAKE ME TO THE VAULT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I’LL BLOW YOUR HEAD YOUR HEAD TO SHIT!”

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!” She began to walked behind the counter.

“And don’t try any of that button-under-the-table shit!”

Word by word, just like he told me to do! Debra thought. The woman disappeared into a hallway and she snapped back into her senses. She jogged after her and then did a quick scan for a button underneath the counter. There wasn’t one. She followed the intern down the hallway. It dumped out into a large room with a small door, maybe seven feet high. It was narrow, with a circular panel that resembled an old fashioned steering wheel for a ship.

The intern now turned to face Debra.

“I told you, I don’t know the combination!” Her tears had dried, but her swollen cheeks were greeted with a new onslaught of the watery rivers.

“Fine,” Debra rasped and then shot the blondie three times in the chest. She stepped back, shocked, before blood began to gurgled out of her mouth and wounds and she toppled over.

He planned for this, she nodded reassuringly and kneeled down. She stripped herself of her coat; explosives were wrapped around on the inside. Debra set them up accordingly and then lit a match. She took a breath, rolled her neck around, and then held the flame up to the little thread protruding from the explosives.

Debra ran from the room, as a blasting sound vibrated the building. She cautiously peered out from the hallway and saw the metallic door laying in it’s frame. Smoke wafted around it.

Good. Now go inside...

She stepped over the limp door and stepped into the small, musty room. She exhaled, realizing she was in one of the most secretive vaults in the world. And to think it was kept in a simple, suburban city. On one of the shelves was a tiny box. She picked it up and lifted the lid. Sitting inside was a tiny version of The Admiral.

(theme song plays)

“What the fuck do you want?” They were in Crete, the island off the coast of Greece. The Mastermind, Bob Ball, and Redman were gathered around him. They’d crafted a camp in the middle of the jungle. Secrecy was their number one priority. A mini Admiral stood in front of them, chugging his hands around. After disappearing, he’d been shrunken down to a fun size by an (he claimed) sea witch.

“We’d like you on our side,” The Mastermind began. “Alright?”

“Alright my ass,” The Admiral spat. “Get me back to my fucking regular size and then we’ll talk.”

“Redman, can---”

There was a flash of light (red light) and The Admiral was standing before them at his regular size.

“Damn, was this how big I really was?” He got used to everything and then refocused his attention on them. “Alright bitches, what do ya want?”

“It’s simple, really,” Redman said, and grinned. The grin was quick; there one second and gone the next. His face was stone now. “Join our side.”

“What side?” the drunken fish replied. He moved his hat from the right side to the left side for no apparent reason. “Sides for what? We be playin’ fishball or what?”

“A war is brewing,” said The Mastermind and he smiled a devilish smile. “And we’d like you on our side.”

The father of two stared at them, one eye opened and the other with an eyelid hanging lazily over the pupil, exposing only white. He had a frightening demeanor.

“Aight,” he muttered. “You guys got any whiskey? This whole world I’ve been put in his fucked up. Like a story, I swear.”

“No. We need to talk strategy,” said Redman, smacked his hand on The Admiral’s back and walked behind him to a whiteboard shaded in dark. He flicked a switch and the room was illuminated, besides the dim lightbulb that had hung over the four.

“Before we talk dis shit, canya at leassssssssssst tell me what we’re fightin’ for?” His words ran after one another, crashing into each other. He spoke in a lull and wasn’t very interesting. Drunken, yet sleepy and tired. Maybe that’s what happened when you had a tiny body for so long.

“Well, several things, and we---”

“SEVERAL THINGS?! Holeh shit, I didn’t know we waz fighting for SEVERAL things.”

“Yes, Devon, and we---,” said Redman.

“It’s DARREN!”

“Fine, Darren, we just---”

“Wait, what we talkin bout?”

----

(“Keeps Getting Better” by Christina Aguilera plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDXWxQx4j9E)

Ginger, no longer dirty, strutted down a dark hallway in a white Latex suit. White wasn’t her color, she preferred black, but she was going for a new look. She’d made a compromise; she flaunted new sleek, glossy black hair while her suit was a cream color with thin high heels that had a gray hue to them. She walked into an office, where a man sat behind a desk.

“Oh... Ginger!” he said. “Hi!”

“Hello Phil,” she smirked.

“Please, take a seat!” he said kindly enough. Phil gestured to stained satin seats in front of his desk.

“God dammit, Phil!” she said and rested her hands on her hips. “Why do you always have to be so polite?” She sighed frustratedly and looked down.

“Oh... um... I’m sorry?”

“Where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“You fucking know WHAT,” she spat. “Give it to me,” and she extended an ungloved hand.

“I REALLY have no clue what you’re talking about, Ginger, really,” he said. Phil began to perspire and reached across his desk for tissues.

“No,” said Ginger and kicked the desk. It slid a few inches closer to the man behind it. “Give me it, Phil. Really, I don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed out loud. “HA! You? Hurt m--”

There was a pop and blood shot out of his chest like a geyser. It splattered all over Ginger.

“Aww,” she said and tilted her head. “How sad, right?”

“It’s... in---” he began and then pointed to the closet to the left of the room. The room was getting doused in blood. It was everywhere. As Ginger’s heels clacked over to the closet, Phil died and the spout of red blood ceased. Ginger sighed in pleasure as she gazed on at an enormous computer server labeled “Graveyard.” One single button was on the circular panel with a plastic piece of tape marked, “SHUT OFF.”

“I... will save that for later,” she mumbled. “What do you think, Phil? I’m a bitch, right?”

His lifeless, glazed eyes stared on at her. She bent over and jammed one of her black fingernails into the pupil.

(“Keeps Getting Better” ends)

----

“So... um,” ExKizuna said as they sat around a fire on the same beach. “What’s next?”

“I dunno,” terminoob mumbled as he wrote a name (Kristy) in the sand with his foot.

“It feels awesome to be back in human form, though,” Jelly grinned. “Am I right?”

Everybody mumbled in agreement.

“I’m so confused,” Webizoid muttered.

“If you still are mind-warped, here’s the simplest explanation I can give you: anything can happen,” said Wumbology. Webzioid looked at him with unsatisfied eyes but still nodded.

They all sat in an awkward silence around the crackling fire, which seemed to be mocking them. There was the sound of sand crumpling and they all looked up hopefully and saw 70s walking up.

“Hey,” he said, and pressed his hands against his pants. He examined the large group and saw Jacob, Zoey, and Greg sitting in the back. “You three. I um... can I see your backpacks?”

He didn’t know why, but he didn’t trust them, and what had just happened hinted to check their backpacks. It was a voice in his head, and whether it was an evil entity or a good one, he didn’t care. Jacob and Zoey each handed over their Jansport backpacks and 70s zipped them open.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled and dropped them. The entire group gasped as an enormous, smoothed golden stone and a goblet filled with frozen ice toppled out. “What the fuck is this?!”

“I dunno!” Zoey exclaimed, jumping to her feet.

“You two are freaks!” Greg said. He waved his hands around in a ‘I’m so done with you’ kind of way.

Stinkoman bent down and picked up the goblet. He brushed off some of the flakes of ice along the rim and examined it.

“Can you tell what it is?” called terminoob.

“Nope,” he replied. “There’s blood on it though.” He showed them another side of it and sure enough, there was a blood stain on the side. Dark brown and murky, the goblet was creepy.

“What’s the ice doing in there?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask the cup?” Stinkoman snapped and dropped it.

As people continued to ask questions, 70s stared at the cup and gem with horror. He flashed back to what the Redman had said.

... They are currently pursuing both The Philosopher’s Stone and The Holy Grail, and they have reason to believe that it’s in your camp.

70s remembered the pictures now and it fit together. It fit together! The pictures had been of THEM, but now that he looked back on it, Zoey had been in all of them. The space ship... a space ship had visited him.

It made sense. They were the unwanted presence. They hadn’t hurt 70s. Yet.

...my sensors are picking up an unwanted presence!

Boo.

Dammit, why must you always try to answer them?

They’d encountered other fish before...

~~~

Ginger gasped as she left the building.

What was that?!

She’d been on the pill after visiting her parents briefly, realizing she might be pregnant. Her parents had been angry with her and she had quickly ventured back into The Graveyard.

“Oh sha--- shit,” she said and threw up right on the sidewalk. Ginger hadn’t taken the pill in a few weeks. Was that enough time?

~~~
It had been tipsy topsy. First he was dead, then he was back alive, then dead, then alive. Spongebob was determined to stay alive, because having that many resurrections performed on the same body took a toll.

“It’s fine,” Kyle muttered, sitting in a corner. “We’ll trap them next time.” The two had been caused the internet group great trouble. They’d trapped them under a dome, collapsed the hospital they’d taken refuge in, and killed one or two members.

“All our plans have failed,” Spongebob muttered. He shook his head. “Complete bull, I swear.”

“No, SB, this next thing’ll surprise EVERYBODY.”

~~~

(“Liar Liar” by Christina Grimmie plays https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPM5dhwHw6o)

“70s, I don’t understand,” Cartoon said.

“You SHOULD!” 70s was frantically packing up.

“Are you going to explain, or am I somehow going to understand what you’re talking about?”

“The people showing up at camp, the aliens, the pictures The Mastermind showed me. Doesn’t it make sense to you?”

“I thought we debunked the alien thing was just you sleep walking,” terminoob murmured.

“We can’t trust Daniel, 70s,” tvguy said.

“He kidnapped you for Christ’s sake!” Ex cried.

“Aren’t the cup and stone enough for you?!”

“How do we know they’re REAL, dude?”

“Jesus, didn’t think I’d have to explain this.” 70s straightened up. “We can trust him because everything fits together. We--”

“You have to tell us why, 70s,” Jelly said.

“I FUCKING AM, JELLY, IF YOU GUYS JUST LISTENED FOR ONCE!” Silence fell over them. He shut his eyes. “I’m sorry. But the pieces just add up. The messages that have been left by the Seven Deadly Sins. That’s what Daniel said. He also said that they knew the goblet and stone were in the camp, and look, Zoey and Jacob. I also heard a voice in my head to look in the backpack. I dunno what it is, but something’s looking over us. I know I’m not the only one who hears the voices. Wumbo’s heard ‘em too.”

Wumbo glared 70s.

“So um... why are we leaving?” asked Ex.

“Because they’re coming!” 70s exited the tent and out to the newly made camp. Everybody had just finished settling in, and 70s knew they’d be angered at having to move all over again.

“Guys!” he said. They all looked up in unison. “That was... weird. Anyway, we need to leave. Can you guys pack up?”

A few laughed.

“We just got here,” Pixie and Deli said.

“We need to leave. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll explain on the way.”

“Way to where? Where the hell are we going to go?” They’d explored the city the previous night, and it’d been a fake. No humans, just them, so they’d stayed on the beach because they had beds and it was cooler near the ocean.

70s thought for a moment.

“Please, guys, just pack up.”

~~~

High above the ocean on Level 2 of The Graveyard flew The Admiral, Bob Ball, and Redman.

In a private jet flew the Doodles, Doodlebob, Percy, and Jonathan.

Aboard a small fishing boat sat Spongebob and Kyle, back to back, both rowing.

70s and the group head into the fake city.

Ginger stumbles around, glad that she has the information she needs, but also very scared.

The Seven Deadly Sins plunge into the Graveyard after receiving information from Ginger.


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This movie is rated PG-13 for coarse language, violence, and suggestive dialogue.