Spongebob Insanity Novels & Stories

He’d been down here slumming it for who knows how long, and now his sanity was being questioned. “Are you all crazy? Can’t you see... I mean, it’s obvious...” He didn’t want to say something that would make him look as insane as he felt. His eyes were darting around, looking for something. A face who would see reason? He returned his maddened gaze to Marv, leaning forward.

Such ignorance and such an insult to that animation. "Woman, I don't know what you are talking about, but you are—" "Sage, don't start—" She then intruded on him and raised her hands. "I told you I'm a genius." She groaned, Like duh? I’m a fucking doctor—the mint ice cream is proof of that. Who on earth realized a spoon of toothpaste could do that? ... like duh? ... Me! Sage smiled and said, "Sophie, you might want to stop talking to yourself. You are giving me a headache."

Sebastian realized that he had found himself in an unusual situation, yet he should admit that he felt relieved his rage disappeared because he would not need to spend his time every day releasing his fury. Both Sebastian and Izzie laughed at Spongebob's episode simultaneously and said, "Hahaha! Poor Squidward!" — They both became aware that they were laughing and commenting at the same episode of Spongebob. They glared at each other, then at different sides. "Uncle, don't follow Izzie!" "You're a little one! Stop imitating me!" Laughing, Rosie sat next to them with two glasses of water, "Remember to drink water and eat slowly, okay?"

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

He was already muttering prayers in his head, even when he knew that God wouldn’t help him in that absurd situation. The booth seemed to have thousands of rooms that went on forever, but maybe it just felt like it in Sane’s mind as they felt like they weren’t seeing the exit anywhere, and that they were only walking in circles. His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head.

But not in the way I hoped it would turn out. The impact of the launch shook my entire body that I lost my grip of the wheel. The pod then spiraled out of control. My sight was so blurry I couldn't see what was on the monitor. I just saw it blaring red, and I know that's a bad sign. Like it's about to hit something. Shit. I racked my mind of what Nik told me in case I lose control of the pod, or basically of bad things that are about to happen. This counts as a bad thing, right?

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her peach-like scent. In a rough voice, he murmured: “I’m going insane, Iris… I’m going insane.” And suddenly— The sound of the door opening echoed through the room. Gabriel instantly turned with sharp instinct, his eyes turning cold in a single moment.

After all, who would care about the lowly person-in-charge? If anything were to happen, they could put the entire blame on me, the 'person-in-charge.' Unfortunately for Jenny, she seemed to have forgotten that my identity had been deregistered. How could I, supposedly the person-in-charge, take responsibility for anything? The bewildered Jenny grabbed Edward's arm and asked, "Mr. Cooper, what should we do? I'm just a lowly intern. If I'm taken in for questioning, the company will fire me!" Edward held her hand and gulped–twice, even–nervously. He still forced himself to console her.

And until she came along, I honestly didn't think there was a soul in the world that understood me. "Bitch, how you manage to crunch numbers as quickly as you do is possibly one of the wonders of the world, because you're a fucking goldfish with attention span," Dyna says as we join the connecting hallway. "And unfortunately for you, Sophia knows that." I shrug, grinning. "You should know by now that my brain cells usually sign off at seven. Past that, if I manage to remember my name, you're extremely lucky." Dyna is laughing. "It's Doofus, by the way. Your name."

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.