The Sandy on the screen leaned closer until her eye filled the entire monitor. "I knew you’d take it. You always take what isn't yours. But some things aren't meant to be seen. Some things are meant to be felt."
The screen went black. The only sound left in the Chum Bucket was the steady, rhythmic thud of a heavy boot walking across the metal floor, and the faint, distorted whistling of a Texas campfire song. Sandy Cheeks.mp4
The video cut to a montage of rapid-fire images: the Krusty Krab engulfed in shadow, the Jellyfish Fields frozen in gray ice, and a distorted image of Patrick Star laughing with a mouth full of jagged, obsidian teeth. The background music was a slowed-down, reversed version of the SpongeBob theme, turning the cheerful melody into a funeral dirge. "Karen, turn it off!" Plankton screamed. The Sandy on the screen leaned closer until
"Silence, you bucket of bolts! This is the breakthrough. Imagine the secrets. The blueprints! The recipes!" He jammed the tape into a custom-built digitizer. The machine whirred, sputtered a cloud of black smoke, and finally, the screen flickered to life. But some things aren't meant to be seen