Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

[formerfratboy]

All things told, Nick had to admit that the sudden development of an amusement park dominating the island was a pretty cool one. Years past had seen all sorts of violence and creepy things and overall weirdness around this time of year, and so Nick was thrilled that this year, the worst thing that happened, so far, was getting stuck on that awful

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[callofkaren]

"Make her stop," Karen murmured, knowing full well Utica would probably listen only to her, and she had no desire to leave the bed or even give anything her full attention when she didn't have to. It was Halloween, that should count for something. "Utica, shut up."

She only got an answering whimper in return, which eventually turned into a second low growl adding to the first.

[formerfratboy]

"Utica, hush," Nick said. He groped around behind him for a spare pillow, something to toss in the dog's direction to distract her from whatever it was she was growling at. His fingers found the edge of a pillow, and he lifted it up, swinging it over the bed and in the general direction of the dog.

The pillow made a soft, wet squish noise as it hit something.

"What was that?" Nick mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to figure out what could be going squish in their hut.

[callofkaren]

Considering most of their days blended together in the same routine, anything new in the hut was a definite cause for concern. Especially when it happened to be one of those days where nothing was normal. At all.

"Go look," Karen replied, suddenly frozen and not wanting to open her eyes. She wasn't a kid anymore, but the whole 'If I can't see it, it can't see me' defense seemed really great at the moment.

[formerfratboy]

Squish was not a normal sound. Figuring that maybe Utica had done something uncharacteristic and dragged in a dead bird or something, Nick opened his eyes and sat up, expecting the worst.

What he wasn't expecting was a large SpongeBob SquarePants standing in the middle of the floor, growling menacingly at him. SpongeBob -- who just the night before was a large, cuddly toy that Utica already appeared to enjoy toying on -- now advanced slowly towards the bed. The thing was about the same size at it was before, only now it appeared to actually be a sponge, with what looked like blood oozing out of its pores.

"Holy shit," Nick yelped, immediately fully awake. He sat straight up in bed and looked for the nearest weapon. Somehow, he didn't think that a growling. bloody SpongeBob was just there to say hello.

[callofkaren]

She really, really didn't want to know, but the creepy noises got worse, and Nick yelling and jumping up pretty much meant whatever was there was going to crap all over Karen's day.

Utica began yapping away now that she knew they were aware, and when Karen finally took a look at the unholy terror that had once been a cuddly stuffed toy, she let out a scream and scrambled as far away from it on the bed as possible, hitting the wall.

[formerfratboy]

The SpongeBob took a slow step towards them, never lifting its feet quite off the ground, smearing a trail of blood across the floor. It giggled slightly as it moved. Nick wished for once that he hadn't locked up the gun he'd arrived with; he didn't know if bullets would stop a murderous sponge, but he would have been glad to try.

There was a boot nearby, at the foot of the bed, and Nick grabbed that, hurling it at the SpongeBob. It hit its target with a satisfying squish, and the SpongeBob reeled back a few steps, nearly tipping over. Utica crouched low, barking all the while, cocking her head to stare at the re-animated toy.

[callofkaren]

Terrified as she was, Karen somehow managed to scramble off the bed and pick up the first weapon she could find -- in this case, one of the guitar hero guitars that ended up in the hut when Sam refused to leave it in the compound one afternoon.

When she whirled around to face the nightmarish toy, Karen held the guitar out in front of her by the neck, as though that would do any good. "What the hell! Why is Spongebob attacking us?"

As soon as she asked, the answer came right to her: it was Halloween, why the hell not?

[formerfratboy]

Nick opened his mouth to respond -- it would have been something along the lines of fuck if I know, but he came to the same realization, too: Halloween. Of course. The amusement park hadn't come without a catch

[callofkaren]

Utica was still barking, as though her voice were enough to keep the evil sponge at bay, and it worked -- the toy was distracted enough by her yipping for Nick to tell Karen his plan, and while the guitar still shook in her hands, she nodded her understanding.

And now that she was awake and realized what she was scared off, she started getting a little pissed off. A giant killer Spongebob was seriously pushing the limits of what she could take.

"Utica, get it!" she snapped, hoping for her dog's sake that it was the wolf side, not the poodle, that listened.

[formerfratboy]

Utica crouched down, growling lowly at the SpongeBob. The re-animated toy dragged itself towards them, and Nick figured it was now or never; the thing just kept getting closer and closer and he knew that he sure as hell didn't want to be known as the guy who was murdered by a yellow talking sponge.

And then, everything happened at once. Nick lunged for the stick, SpongeBob let out a terrifying laugh and lurched forward, and Utica silently sprang forward, wolf instinct winning out as her jaws clamped down around SpongeBob.