Spongebob Human Characters Novels & Stories

--- Bullet led me through a maze of corridors, past rooms filled with shouting men and clinking bottles, until we reached a set of stairs. "You sure you want to do this, Lady SpongeBob?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "This isn't exactly a place for... well, people like you." "People like me?" "Normal people." He grinned. "Good people. The kind who wear pyjamas to underground fighting rings." I looked down at my SpongeBob pyjamas and felt heat rush to my cheeks. I tightened his jacket around myself. "It wasn't exactly a planned trip," I muttered.

"And keep the haters in their dusty corners." And with that, I sauntered in. Hello people,I smiled, throwing My little white hair with a wink. I waved up! The box of cupcakes I had brought in like it was a Peace accord from a glittering kingdom. "Cupcakes, darlings! With love and a bit too much frosting!" Sue blinked at me like I was an alien. We'd been Squidward and SpongeBob for weeks now—me, grumpy and frazzled; her, contagiously sunny. So when she burst out laughing and swept me into a hug, I came close to gasping.

*** “This is Spongebob. He is Barbie’s boyfriend.” “Why Spongebob? Hulk is a lot better. He is strong, and he’s a superhero.” “He’s ugly! And he can’t even talk. Hulk only smashes.” “Then Barbie is not a nice person. She doesn’t like Hulk just because he’s ugly?” “She isn’t mean. You are mean! MOM!!” “Mica, you chose Barbie, let Manu choose the toy he wants to use.” The two women were watching this exchange through the large glass doors that connected the garden to the living room.

I'm so gonna make fun of him for his tomorrow. I brought out my phone and hit the video button. The only way to make him believe is to film it. "Hey KC, can you say that again?" "Oh my god, cupcake. You're so fucking annoying. Mr Krabs is so gonna fire you for this. Oh! and tell Squidward I said cashy almost ran away yesterday. You should've seen it Cupcake, spongbob chased her all around Bikini Bottom" He laughed "Bikini Bottom"

softly at that. Yeah, I knew how Hawk's driving could be, and when he was in a rush, I could only imagine how it was. I excused myself from my mum soon after, to go see the mastermind behind all of this. "So," I started, smiling at him. "So," he answered, smiling back. I chuckled softly before covering the space between us, so that now, my arms were wrapped around him in a hug. He must have been stunned, because for a second or two, he didn't react. But he soon reciprocated the gesture; wrapping his arms around me as well. And the feeling it left was one I couldn't quite understand. However, I knew I sure liked it. "Thank you, Spongebob. Really, thanks. This is the sweetest thing anyon

you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.

Romero, Personal Development instructor and the discipline coordinator of the whole senior high department. Incidentally, Mr. Romero, a bachelor in his mid-30s, is also nicknamed “Squidward” behind his back because his eyes are both bulging and droopy and he has a bulbous, prominent Rumpole nose. It doesn’t help either that he’s always clean-shaven. Mikaela once said in one of their many GCs that if she were him, she would grow a mustache and even a beard to shake off the Squidward vibes. He’s also lanky and wears a limited range of pastel-colored dress shirts without a tie and whose sleeves he never rolls up.

Clover was the only person allowed to visit me and he was the only reason I still had my friggin' sanity intact. "Clover can I tell you a secret," I said dropping my voice to its lowest. He moved closer with a sinister look on his face. I closed the distance and put my hands around his ear. "I want to fuck him. I want him so deep in my punani, it grazes my friggin' soul." "Huh?" Clover jerked with a puzzled look. "Fuck who?" I sighed. "SpongeBob Square pants." I slapped my forehead again as his face glowed missing the sarcasm. "I'm talking about Eric. You Idiot!"

This was turning out to be the most complicated case I've handled in a while. "Hey, what's new?" "Aaron, come look at this." I explained everything from the pictures to him, and he too pinched his forehead in confusion. "We'll do one thing after another." "First, let's call Sonic the Hedgehog one more time." I looked at Xavier to see if he understood what Aaron was blabbering about, but he was also obviously lost. "I mean, blue-haired guy, you two buffoons." "Oh, Mr. William!"

He barks when SpongeBob appears on TV. "You like SpongeBob, huh? Me too," I say as I continue having my cereal. After an hour or so of watching cartoon and trying to destract myself and my thoughts, I've already eaten one bar of chocolate and a quarter of the ice-cream is already settling down in my tummy. I'll have the cake later.