 The form in a bin will bite. Hello. My name is Nicholas. Now today I am going to tell you a story of what may have seemed a typical day to any normal intern, but there was nothing normal about today. It was my first day as an intern at Nickelodeon Studios. They picked me up after receiving my associates degree from ITT Tech. It was a stupid school, but it taught me what I needed for this chance. Running donuts and making coffee sucked, I can tell you that much, but it had its perks. Me being on the road of an editor, I sometimes received the opportunity to see episodes before they were officially released. Today, I was invited into the editing studio, but you see, it was odd. There was no one in there. Normally this would cost me my internship, but oh god, I couldn't resist the urge. It was overwhelming, encompassing. Oh dear god that feeling. As soon as I walked in, the door slammed behind me. I figured this was one of those somewhat cruel pranks, which the editors sometimes pulled on the new guides. So when the door locked, I figured this was some kind of punishment, and my heart slowly sank. My internship was in huge jeopardy. Oh, they probably already knew I was here. Panicking, I ran at the door with all my force, slamming into it with all my might. Now not to boast, but I was not the weakest guy. I had been working out for the past three years. But dear lord, there was something on the other side of that door. Some forced stronger than the strongest man, making sure I couldn't leave, until I did what I wasn't in to do. Now in my panic, I hadn't noticed the netbook, the chair, and the small table it was sitting on. In the disc tray, there was a blank CD. Usually these were editing discs, completely cherry episodes just barely leaving production. It didn't have any markings or even a name. But something beckoned me, something pushed me to the chair, and forced me to sit. As I slowly pulled the chair back, my heart rate slowly increased. You could almost hear it in my chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. I slowly pushed the DVD tray shut. Without any prompt, or confirmation, it just started. Something seemed odd straight away. Normally, it would open in VLC, or Windows Media Player. However this was odd. It just opened with no video player. It seemed the computer itself was just a video player. But it couldn't be. It seemed just like any normal netbook B interns or staff cared. Or was it? It opened into a lot seemed like an episode of SpongeBob. As the title card flashed, I could immediately see my first assumption was wrong. It wasn't a cherry, or slightly edited build. They never had title cards. This was either finished, or just ready to leave production. The title card seemed odd. I had never seen anything like it. Instead of the usual, fun font they used, that popped and seemed colorful. Of course to appeal more to children. It seemed more gothic. Something you would see in a horror film. The words and the title card, made my heart sink farther. It had to be a joke, right? Why would someone try to scare me this terribly though? The title card said, Hope is lost. And the words read. You know the intern, you shouldn't have come in here. And the usual happy bubble transition, that we were all used to, was gone. The text just melted down the screen, almost like blood running down a wall. And it slowly faded into the show from a couple seconds of utter silence. It transitioned into one of the familiar openings, with SpongeBob slowly snoring in bed, and Gary sleeping beside him on his newspaper. The blowhole of an alarm clock was there, even the bed was. I began to feel relieved, I remembered all this from when I was a kid. It seemed normal, but was it? Oh dear god, I was wrong. Forgive me, you must forgive me. I am choked up, just writing this. I wanted to forget this, but something compels me to share my story. I was expecting the blowhole to go off, and SpongeBob to start his typical routine. Oh how bad that thing annoyed me as a kid. But, it didn't come, there must have been at least just three or more minutes, of just SpongeBob snoring. Then, something finally happened. It started to slowly pan into his face. Oh, so slowly, waiting in anticipation, just dying for something to finally happen. I would later greatly regret this decision. Oh, what I would give if it had just ended right then and there. As it finally reached deep into his face, you could clearly see his expression. It was one of horror, malice, one that someone in a terrible nightmare would have. His eyes, almost seemed as if they had been stitched shut. It then had a transition, not the usual fade to black, or the joyful bubbles. But something, altogether, much more sinister. It was a fiery transition, almost like the previous screen had just burned up. By all appearances we were now in SpongeBob's mind, in his dream, his nightmare. It appeared to be Bikini Bottom, oh, but there was something, very, very wrong. The whole city seemed in shambles, the horizon blood red, the buildings burning. SpongeBob was just walking, down the road, it seemed to be the typical path, where he would normally take to the Krusty Krab. The people around him, oh dear god I still remember it. The blood curdling screams. At this moment, I realized that there was something very wrong. This had no appeal to children. Hell, most adults would find this a bit morbid at this point. The screams. Oh the screams. It was everyone, or someone in great pain, being tortured, or slowly dying. A blood curdling. At this point, I couldn't see who it was coming from, just SpongeBob walking, slowly, silently, as the screaming slowly continued, getting louder and louder. Oh god, I almost wanted to claw my eyes out, when he turned to the corner. I saw the source of the screams. It was terrifying, horrible, inhuman. It was Patrick, who is hammered into a stake, almost like the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. But also, his stomach, oh god, it had been torn open, his entrails slowly leaking out. The look on his face, seeing SpongeBob. He seemed relieved for a moment, almost as if his salvation had come. Patrick's eyes began to water, just staring at SpongeBob, almost beckoning. His eyes spoke for him. Patrick screamed. Please, oh god, please help me. We then transitioned over to SpongeBob, and he now, just stood there, staring back at Patrick, watching his friends slowly suffer and die. Patrick then began to weep slowly, almost as if he understood something, that I the viewer, did not. SpongeBob then began to open his mouth, slowly in a low, almost satanic, demonic voice, he whispered. Then he turned, and slowly walked away. At this moment, I screamed out in horror, almost praying that someone would hear me, someone would walk in. It would cost me my internship, but this needs to end. Now you may find yourself thinking, why don't you just stand up and attempt once more to escape? I couldn't. Something, deep down inside me told me if I moved, I would regret it. I had to finish watching. I just had to. SpongeBob then continued down the road, slowly approaching the Krusty Krab. In the background you could now hear more screams. Some were horrible, blood-curdling ones. You could tell they came from somewhere in great agony. But, there had been one new sound thrown in, a horrible twisted laugh. One of great malice, almost as if someone had been hunting an animal, and thoroughly enjoying himself all too much. You could hear them very distinctly, fading away into the background, as if they were chasing someone, something in the other direction. You could hear them. Oh, even faded, it was still heart-stopping. SpongeBob seemed unfazed, as if he was almost used to it. You now could slowly hear clattering behind him, slowly breaking the mind-numbing silence. It sounded, almost as if something was crawling slowly toward him. SpongeBob then slowly turned, as if he expected this, and as he slowly turned his face, slowly coming into view. His eyes. They changed. They no longer seemed to be his normal, happy joyful-looking eyes. They were blood-red, and full of malice, hate, and anger. One would expect this face from a demon. Hell, even the devil himself would find this look fitting. I myself now slowly began to weep with no end to this horror insight. His eyes now fixed on something. It slowly transitioned over. It was Patrick again. Dear God. Oh my God, forgive me. No human should be forced to see that. His entire lower body was now missing, with his intestines slowly trailing behind him, followed by the trail of blood. What was left of his arms had huge holes in them, almost as if something had been torn out of them. The nails. Had he ripped himself off the stake. His face slowly came up. His eyes beckoned once more to SpongeBob, but this time they said something different. Patrick slowly began to speak, and I'll never forget those words. Kill me. Please. I'm sorry. We're all sorry. Just end it, please. I can't take the pain. SpongeBob responded, with a hellish tone, even worse than before. You asked for forgiveness from me. You take me as your God. You will receive no divine forgiveness from me. You'll see. It's my job to make you suffer. Borrow that one. And with the flick of a wrist, arms, hellish arms, seemed to just sprout from the ground, and grabbed a hold of him, and tore him down into a lot seemed to be an endless hellish abyss. All the way down, you could hear the blood curdling screams from before. Then, SpongeBob slowly turned, as if nothing had happened. He even let out a small, evil giggle. By this point, I had almost been wishing for the same thing to happen to me, just so I wouldn't have to see this anymore. At this point, I was crying so hard, I almost felt like a little girl. I felt weak, empty, as if I was about to throw up. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't choke anything out. SpongeBob then slowly approached, finally, the doors of the Krusty Krab. The path behind him, oh God, the usual cheery path to the entrance had stakes all along it. Into them were hammered in the corpses of our familiar favorite characters. Sandy, Mr. Krabs, Larry the Lobster, Pearl, Squidward, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, Mrs. Puth, and so on. And on their faces, they all too wore that expression of utter sorrow and horror, as if they had died crying in fear of what stood before them. We then transitioned back to SpongeBob, who now reached for the door. Now something happened out of this horrible, nightmarish thing I was witnessing. The whole building began to shake, almost as if during an earthquake. The only light in the room blew out, and the power went out. I was now in the dark, alone, in this shaking building. I could hear my fellow interns flee, and the developers run out. Without even a second thought of where I was, you could hear their car tires squeal, as they raced away. Why had they been in such a hurry to escape? I then turned back to the show, almost as if I was being forced to watch. He now stood alone, in the crusty crab. All lights were out, and there was utter silence, except for a small red glow, coming from the door that usually led to the kitchen. That oh so familiar kitchen, where SpongeBob usually stood making his delicacies. He began to slowly approach it. Slowly in silence. As he reached it, he stood in front of the door, almost as if he himself didn't want to go in. Reproachfully, he slowly turned the knob and the door swung open. Oh God, how I wish I could unsee what I saw and heard. SpongeBob faced a hellish demon of indescribable horror, burning in a portal to what seemed to be hell itself. Was this the devil? Oh God, the fear that came over me in that moment, as its mouth slowly opened. Did you make them suffer some? It asked, in the most hellish tone imaginable, one of extreme rage, anger, malice, hatred. SpongeBob replied, slowly saying, almost afraid to reply. Yes, yes, father, they cried, softened and burned. A feast of souls waits for you below. It replies simply, Good son, mother back to your cage and come with you. And at that moment, I finally threw up all over my own lap. Something began to emerge from SpongeBob, and his body almost slowly deflates. It almost seemed to be a human, a dog, something. Oh God, I can't even find the words. It crawled toward the portal, and with a swift kick, its father kicked it into what appeared to be hell itself. Then it turned slowly, and looked at me, the viewer. And slowly, it mouthed something. It was subtle, so quiet, but chilling to the very core. It seemed as if it was speaking to me. It said, Oh, don't worry, your world is next, as this one did at this. Oh, you all have come for what you have done. All of you, you're next. It slowly transitioned over to SpongeBob, or what was left of his corpse, just skin. And with that, the computer itself slammed shut, and burst into flames. As it slowly burned, I could only wait at this, this horror. This couldn't be real. Nick, Nick, wake up. My eyes slowly flashed open. I was in the break room on the floor. Above me stood my friend Tina, who said, Oh thank God you're okay. You just collapsed. You've been out for about five minutes. My whole body was rattled, broken almost. Turning to her, I had this uncontrollable urge. I said to Tina, Don't thank God on this day. He won't save us. He has abandoned us. His abominations. His failed creations. Tina looked aghast, horrified. She ran out screaming. I quickly dod up, and quietly left. And here I sit, writing my story of the day, calmly, maybe now I accept my place. And oh, I have work to do. Isn't that right, Tina? I slowly turned to her dismembered body. You're next. I end with this. I am coming. I am his chosen slayer for this world. A messenger of hell itself. And oh, I am coming for you. Each and every one of you. And, you'll never stop me. Don't try to run or hide. I'll find you.