Claustrophobic Spongebob Novels & Stories

Ethan opened the door with his right hand. In his left hand, he held a cute ceramic mug and took a sip of water. On his feet were matching slippers—the same pair Clara had. I recognized the mug immediately. It was Clara’s favorite. Clara had severe mysophobia. Once, trying to accommodate her love of spicy food, I had added extra chili to a dish, only to choke on it myself. In a moment of panic, I grabbed her cup by mistake and took a drink.

Infact I prefer being invincible to others and not being stared at like an overpriced fish or steak. A wave of nausea slams through me, the energy to move suddenly cripples and panic set in. I could feel my fingers fidgeting, my legs felt like jelly, and my confidence and bravado faded away. A claustrophobic feeling in being in the presence of too many people fills me and panic sets in. Feeling suddenly helpless like all my resolve had been stripped. I then heard a voice....." Miss Ruffle"A deep yet gruff voice with a mesmerizing sounds says.

Something to kill time with. I guess I lost myself in SpongeBob because I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped a little and turned to see Alveric with his hand out at me, offering me the bottle of water. “Thank you.” I said with a smile as I took the bottle from him. Right as he turned around, I flipped the bottle over and squeezed it. This was just a little test to make sure he did not inject anything into the water through the cap. Luckily, I did not see any signs of a leak, so I opened the bottle of water and took a sip.

His gaze kept traveling downward, and he kept forcing it up again to be polite. At this rate, he was going to need a medal for sainthood. Something brushed against his foot, and he yelped and moved toward Sarah in the water. “What the fuck was that?” She giggled again. “That was my foot.” “Christ, don’t do that again.” His heart was hammering in his chest. “You really are scared, aren’t you?” “I think I have PTSD from almost drowning last time. It doesn’t bother me too much until I’m out farther than ankle deep. Fuck, I don’t even like baths anymore. Just showers.”

"Fine, I'll take them off, my bossy Sammy" Samantha was sure that Allen will take off his shoes, so she stood up, running to the beach water. Allen didn't run after her, because he hated to go close to any water, let alone beach water. His colleague had almost drowned during one of their undercover missions, so he didn't like anything that had to do with huge waters but he wasn't going to tell that to Samantha. He wasn't ready to tell her that he had phobia for water. Samantha was inside the beach water, scooping some water with her hands and throwing up in the air. Allen just stood with his hand crossed under his chest, watching her. He figured that Samantha was only trying to stay strong f

Lauren "Kabuto there is still someone who you should meet, Gyarados comes out" When Kabuto sees the sea water rising and a huge red dragon-like creature comes out of the water he gets scared again and runs towards Lauren again. Lauren "You don't have to get scared Kabuto he is also your friend, he can take you to a ride under the sea, won't you Gyarados?"

With anticipation in his heart, he approaches the door and pushes it open. To his surprise, he finds himself in a breathtaking underwater bathroom. The room is spacious, with pearlescent walls reflecting the gentle glow of the surrounding sea. The centerpiece of the room is a magnificent bathtub, unlike any Joe has ever seen. The tub begins with a large clamshell angled downward, creating a luxurious reclining space. Its sides are built up, gradually deepening the water, and at the end of the shell, there is a well that allows for complete submersion.

After 30 seconds in silence, the reality of being stuck sat in, and Gabriela began to breathe unevenly and bite her fingers nervously. “What’s your problem?” Simon asked, irritated by her behavior. “Nothing Sir” Gabriela snubbed him off. “Seriously what’s going on? You're tense” Simon insisted, noticing how nervous and unsettled Gabriela looked. “I just don't like enclosed spaces, it freaks me out” Gabriela finally stated, still pacing around. “You don't like elevators?” Simon said, looking at her baffled. “And you're supposed to be the smart one, it’s called claustrophobia genius, small places make me anxious”

I shrieked for the life of me, trapped. “Stupid girl, don't move!” he snapped. I trembled. Samael reared, facing Chuckles. His black hair writhed like Medusa's. I sobbed at their hideousness. “I hate spiders,” I moaned. “And snakes! This is what Michael meant- you're the slippery thing!-” Samael shoved the end of his tail into my mouth, silencing me. I gagged.