Thug Squidward Novels & Stories

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"So what!?" "Are you going to let me say something or not?!" Curl yelled, and Thug grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. Before he could say anything else, they heard a terrible scream. He quickly dropped him and rushed outside just to see a Lynx Lynch holding a brutally wounded war Thogwart, about to cut off his head. "If any of you comes near, I would cut his head off" the Lynx Lynch warned them, as they were making advances. Thug didn't even know what to do, he was still trying to process what was going on.

I knew that they would be juicy when bitten into. The huge pieces of squid were chewy and fresh. With my sauce, they became extra sweet. Jorvan nearly inhaled each skewer with a single bite. It made a number of ghouls who were out killing other players to meet their quotas stop in their tracks. “Hey, Klyton, that sure smells good. Why don’t we have some?” “Are you dumb, Chitan? They won’t taste of anything!” “But it smells so good!” “The boss says we have to kill at least one player today. You’re such a slacker!”

I had a gut feeling that my friends were doing something behind my back. I felt my phone vibrating inside my pocket; I pulled my phone out of my pocket and noticed a new message. I opened it and found the message from Alex. I forgot to mention we didn’t talk since Saturday and I was avoiding him too. Squidward: didn’t see you today at school, Yeah, I named him Squidward after the character in SpongeBob, and that’s because he acts exactly like him. I was busy today; I texted back. Three dots appeared as he was typing, then the dots disappeared. I frowned and glanced at the door, checking if a customer came. There was no one, so I focused on my phone again.

He hit the floor hard, the cold concrete biting into his skin. “So, you work at the quarry, huh?” the voice was rough, low, almost amused. Tunde didn't answer. He kept his head down, eyes darting to the side where his credit pouch had fallen, already being snatched up by one of the Brass Fangs. The figure stepped forward. Tunde saw him now a thick-chested man with gold implants running along his skull like tribal markings. Two metal fangs jutted from his jaw.Kappa. “This is a decent haul,” Kappa said, tossing the credit pouch up and down before passing it to the shortest of the thugs. “Too decent for a mud-grubber like you.”

Subconsciously, I made one step backward. “Who are you?” squid man asked while threatening the researcher with his gun. “Who the f*ck are you?!” His finger went closer to the trigger, any soon, he’ll shoot us. This is insane! Just who is this person who neither seem like a foe or an ally? “Is he with you?!” squid asked to me. “NO!” I declined. “I CAME ALONE!” “Then who are this sh*t?!” “Bro, easy,” the researcher said.

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.