Historical Fiction

|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|

DAY 22

CONDITION: Historical fiction

PROMPT: Think of any television, movie, book, or historical character that inspires you. They can be living or dead. Write a journey story with this character as your guide. 

"Wake up you lazy, gigantic sloth!"

...

I was groggied. My eyes opened wearily and landed on something. I mean, someone. Someone strange. Strange yet oddly familiar. Only one person on earth sounded like that. Then it clicked!

"WHOA!! ARE YOU?!"

"But how am I..?"

"And I'm breathing? Underwater?!"

...

"Hey fart face, what are you getting all jumpy about?" He began.

I was awestruck. It was him! Odd looking head, limp nose. Limp everything. Face creased from frowning so much. Worn out shirt because no one from here ever changed clothes!

"Hey, hotshot! I'm talking here. And wipe that fuzzy smile of your face. I took a break to get away from him...Tsk, can't have you smiling the same way he does." He continued.

"You took a break to get away from him?" 

"Yes him! That fry cook. His square head. Icky yellow skin. His singing. AND HIS TERRIBLE TERRIBLE LAUGH!

 I can't stand him! I hate him. I hate him! I HATE HIM!" 

Squidward stomped the seabed. Fuming as usual.

"Hey, Squidward. SpongeBob isn't so bad. I thought Squillion was your nemesis." 

"EVERYTHING YOU HAVE HEARD ABOUT US IS A LIE! It's all a blasted lie! You think it was my destiny to work for Krabbs?! Know how I got like this? It was a mixup. A big stinking mixup!"

It was fun to see Squidward blow up on TV. But this? It was classic! I put on my most empathetic face. Even if he claimed everything I knew was a lie, I knew the uptight squid loved to be listened to. All the time!

He pulled out his tentacle watch and sighed. "I hate my life." He muttered as he turned around to leave.

"Don't leave!" I begged.

"And why shouldn't I? Moron!"

"Squidward. I want to know the truth. I want to know what this world is supposed to be. I want to know where things went wrong. I want to..."

"Oh shut your face you gargantuan runt. If you really want to know. I'll tell you where to go and that's that." He snapped.

I felt my ears perk...

"Get out of my life and back to the surface. Stinking itch!"

"Hey squid! Another mean word and I'll stomp on you." 

His face melted into a dry smile.

"Persistent I see. You remind me of a younger me. Dashing, devilishly handsome. Great life ahead of me. Do you happen to play the clarinet too?"

"No dice. Tell me where I have to go to know the truth!"

He moved up to my level. Held my shoulder and pointed really far out. I really squinted hoping to see what he was looking at.

"You see that thing way over there?" He asked.

"No please. I guess I'm shortsighted underwater."

He slapped his face in dasappointment. 

"Well, blind behemoth. That's Davey Jone's locker. If you really want the truth, that's where to start. Now, get your pathetic self out of my pathetic life... Dimbo."

"On account of not stomping you right now. You're going to come with me." I scolded Squidward?

He looked me right in the eyes, "And why should I come with you?"

I shrugged..."You won't have to put up with SpongeBob or Krabbs. And maybe. Just maybe, we can make things the way they are supposed to be. Deal?"

"AWAY FROM SPONGEBOB?!!! YES!!!! Wait here, I'll go get my clarinet..."

Author's note.

The journey to "the truth" takes place in the sequel.

😂💔 I honestly don't think I'll write the sequel.