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Spongebob plodded back into the doctor's office for the third time that week as his wife, Laura, stroked his shoulder in comfort when they sat down to wait. "This is pointless..." Spongebob groggily spoke. The man hadn't slept in over a week and it was beginning to get to him. Laura turned her face towards his and replied, "Why would you think that?" "They already said they don't know what's wrong with me. And I'm sure when they call out this 'better' doctor, he won't know what's wrong with me either... We should just go home..." Laura shook her head at his words. She knew better than to just call it quits here. If they went back home and waited for everything to get better on it's own, there's no guarantee that it actually would. "No, sir. You're going to see that Doctor and he will help you with whatever it takes. If he can't see what's wrong with you, then he's blind." Laura shook her head, eying her husband's shaking body which also had sweat rolling down his face with red rings around his eyes.

Spongebob locked a solemn gaze at the floor where his feet shifted under his chair, and Laura placed her head on his arm. The man slowly drifted his hand towards hers and squeezed it, actively offering himself relief through her gentle touch. He lightly smiled, which was one of the first times that day, and the small act in turn gave Laura a bit more hope. "You can do this, Robert." Laura assured, while again stroking his back.

The double doors of the Hospital lobby swung open unexpectedly, making both sponges flinch. Out from the hall came a Doctor with his eyes busy on his clipboard. The old fish adjusted his glasses before continuing into the room, then spoke up for all to hear, "Mr. Squarepants?" Spongebob reluctantly stood up, still clutching his wife's hand in his, as they both entered the hall with heavy steps. The Doctor followed suit shortly after marking something on his clipboard. He guided the sponges to the examination room, and sat them down within. Before leaving, he handed Spongebob a hospital gown to change into. The yellow man groaned, always having to hate putting these on, but knew better than to argue about it. He stood up with his back to the door after he made sure to lock it first, and began removing his clothes. Laura stared on at the muscle on his stomach, as it had tightened so much it had visible strain. Must have been from the week of near constant vomiting he had. He couldn't eat or sleep, but previous visits to the Doctor could give him no diagnosis. It made no sense to her.

After putting the gown on and unlocking the door, Spongebob sat back down next to Laura. He stared at his hands as the fingers all touched in silence, awaiting the return of the Doctor. Spongebob shook his head slightly, looking at his wife's legs. He wondered how she was able to walk without falling over. How she was able to get over whatever ailed her even after the Doctors told her she'd never walk again. 'You're stronger than me, Babe... I don't know how I'm going to do this...' he thought so she wouldn't hear. It'd only make her worry. He sat up a little in wonder as his eyes had twitched again that week, as if they were moving on their own. He could only watch as his eyes trailed themselves from Laura's legs towards her thighs and eventually a little higher. He blushed, tearing his vision away from her. Why is that happening? He rubbed his eyes as Laura pat his bicep before she locked her own hands together.

The door opened up again, and the couple looked up at the person entering. The old fish turned his eyes from his papers to the yellow sponge in the corner. He cleared his throat before speaking up, "Yes, Mr. Squarepants, if you would please sit up here for me." His fin gestured to the examination bed.

The Doctor wrapped a pressure cuff around Spongebob's beefy arm and turned on the machine. "So, let me hear your story... What are your symptoms, Mr. Squarepants?" He asked while listening to his heartbeat through a stethoscope. Spongebob looked at the Doctor before glancing at his wife, who nodded her head for him to talk. "Well... I've been losing sleep... uh... I... can't keep food down... kinda..." he said, and the Doctor quickly glimpsed up at him before returning to his work. "And what do you mean 'kinda', sir?" "I... I sorta scarf down meat, but any vegetable, fruit or grain just can't keep down... but even meat it..." he shivered, which the Doctor noticed, "It has to be... raw..." The old man widened his eyes at the response, stopping his work for a moment. "Hmm... Strange cravings indeed.... What else is bothering you?" Spongebob glanced around the room a little more. "Um... I have noticed that I get.... um... A-Aroused alot more." Laura blushed, but nodded as the Doctor looked over at her before taking the cuff off his arm. "You have a healthy sexual relationship, don't you?" "Well, yeah, but for ME it's just unnatural to be so horn.... uh... Overly enthusiastic... when she makes dinner... brushes her hair... takes out the trash... hnnn..." Spongebob closed his eyes, rubbing between them as his heart beat harder under the stethoscope making the Doctor retreat due to how loud it had become.

"Sorry..." The yellow sponge apologized, as the Doctor pulled up a miniature flashlight. He cleared his throat, wheeling his chair closer, "It's alright, Mr. Squarepants. Now, hold still for me." He said, holding up the flashlight to Spongebob's left pupil.

The pupil dilated like normal, but offered some discomfort to Spongebob, as if it hurt more than it should. He blinked a few times, squirming in the light as the old fish attempted to look into the other eye. Before the light had withdrawn from the eye, the Doctor paused, as he saw something flash behind the pupil. "What was that..." he mumbled, turning Spongebob's face towards him as he looked closer. He stared deep into the eye, awaiting something to happen. He didn't know what, but felt that there was something going on, more than what was said. Just then, the man froze, as he spotted what he was looking for. It appeared to be some sort of... parasitic creature. It was breathing rapidly, and sitting like... a man?

All thoughts and wonder disappeared as whatever this life form was turned to look at the Doctor and growl in a sinister way. Without warning, a force pushed the Doctor to the floor, and he shuffled to the back of the room, screaming at Spongebob. "Are you alright?!" Spongebob concerned, standing up to go help him, but as soon as he did, the Doctor screamed in a blood-curdling way, kicking him away in hopes he'll leave him be.

"I WON'T HURT YOU, I PROMISE." A distorted voice growled with a deep chuckle to follow, as the face of Spongebob debauched into a gnarly demonic grin. However, it appeared the only one to see or notice was the man on the ground, who threw a few items at Spongebob in attempts to make him leave. "What did I do?" Spongebob shugged, turning to Laura, who sat back in shock. "Did he hear it too...?" Laura thought, glancing at her husband with concern.

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Laura and Spongebob returned to their pineapple home disheartened. Even their best Doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

Spongebob plumped himself down on the couch, and let out a heavy sigh, as Laura walked past him into the kitchen. "Robert... you want something to drink?" He stuck out his bottom lip like he was a child, folding his arms. "We have juice, or... water?" She suggested, "How about a hard liquor..." Spongebob rubbed his face while she nodded. "Brandy it is..."

The couple sat on their couch, close together. The man pet his wife's shoulder as she slunk down and laid her head on his lap and looked up at his face. "Hmm, I wouldn't do that Babe." Spongebob spoke up, taking a swig of his alcohol. "What, lay down?" She giggled, tapping her glass with her finger. "Nah, lay down right there specifically, unless you wanna talk about the first thing that pops up." They both giggled like idiots, not even close to being drunk yet.

A few pitter pats of little feet began to trot down the stairs, followed by a girly squeal of glee. "Oh, shit..." Spongebob cursed, quickly getting up to get rid of the evidence of drinking while Laura laughed as their daughter Lola ran into the room to give her mother a jump-hug. "Lola, pleeeease...." Thomas, her older brother groaned while following her into the living room.

In the kitchen, the man began to wash his glass and hide the rest of the brandy. He splashed some water on his face for good measure. Spongebob gasped at the chilly feeling of the water running down his face. He sniffed, grabbing a dry towel to wipe his face, just as Laura walked into the kitchen. "So... now that the kids have realized we're back, you want something to eat?" Laura asked, leaning on the entryway to the kitchen. Spongebob turned to face her, nodding with a small smile. "Hopefully I can actually eat it this time..." Laura slowly approached him to place her hand on his cheek. "Hey... We can try again another time. Today was just... weird..." she admitted, as he placed his hand atop hers. "Yeah... maybe." He said.

Laura heated the stove and stepped away to grab a few items from the fridge. "Honey?" She called out, bending over to look in the many drawers of the fridge. "Yeah...?" Spongebob poked his head up from the table, only to find his gaze locked on her buttocks. "Do we have any more sea cow steak? I could've sworn I bought some recently..."

Instead of him answering back in words, she felt his presence behind her. His warm hands squeezed her hips and inched her close. "Hmm... I don't know about steak, but... I know where you can get some meat..." he bit his lip, trailing his eyes up her back to meet her face that turned back at him. "Hon..." she blushed, pressing the back of her head against his chest. "Come on... I've been patient... I haven't really asked... but now I really... Really want it... I want you, Laura... please..." he begged in a whisper, as she smirked softly. "I know you haven't." She began, "But, I'm not really in the mood.... I'm too tired, and hungry, and you? Well, you've been like this all week, so I'm thinking it's some sort of symptom of your sickness. I'm actually surprised you want it so much given you should be more tired than a snail, mister." She laughed while he sighed, letting her go. "I'll tell you when it's the right time, ok?" Laura said sweetly, and he chuckled under his breath. His head hung low so his face was no longer visible. "Come on, don't mope around now, Babe." She teased, placing her hand on his face, but quickly flinched as a drop of blood came into contact with her knuckle. "What the--" she gasped, drawing her hand back.

"MY, MY, YOU REALLY ARE RESILIENT, MY DEAR."

Laura tripped on the way into the living room in fear, startling her children who sat on the couch. "Mom?" "What's wrong?" They asked, as an epruption of wicked laughter emerged from the kitchen, and slowly closed in on the room they all stood in. "Run!!" Laura shouted at the young ones, who followed her direction immediately, running out the front door. Just as that had been done, her husband shook as he entered the living room, with dissipating chuckles emenating from behind his bloodied gums. "Robert...?!" Laura choked in panic as her husband lumbered closer to her like a mad beast. His skin had suddenly begun to change, and his body grew larger. He howled with pain in a distorted voice unlike his own as he clutched his head and hunched over on the living room floor. He coughed out large chunks of flesh and blood that splattered on the ground by his feet. His shirt gave way for his contoring features and his veins began to bulge out of his skin. Spongebob screamed to her in his last bit of free will, "RUN, LAURA!!! GET AWAY!!"

As his nails twisted out of his fingers and toes to create a bloody mess, she took the opportunity to listen to what could have been the last of him. By the time she successfully fled the scene, the new body of her husband stood upon his feet, and a long, slender tail stirred the current around his changed physique. This horrific demon laughed to himself, and spied the door with his cold, lifeless eyes.

"HERE I COME." Lucius sang.

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Spongebob plodded back into the doctor's office for the third time that week as his wife, Laura, stroked his shoulder in comfort when they sat down to wait. "This is pointless..." Spongebob groggily spoke. The man hadn't slept in over a week and it was beginning to get to him. Laura turned her face towards his and replied, "Why would you think that?" "They already said they don't know what's wrong with me. And I'm sure when they call out this 'better' doctor, he won't know what's wrong with me either... We should just go home..." Laura shook her head at his words. She knew better than to just call it quits here. If they went back home and waited for everything to get better on it's own, there's no guarantee that it actually would. "No, sir. You're going to see that Doctor and he will help you with whatever it takes. If he can't see what's wrong with you, then he's blind." Laura shook her head, eying her husband's shaking body which also had sweat rolling down his face with red rings around his eyes.

Spongebob locked a solemn gaze at the floor where his feet shifted under his chair, and Laura placed her head on his arm. The man slowly drifted his hand towards hers and squeezed it, actively offering himself relief through her gentle touch. He lightly smiled, which was one of the first times that day, and the small act in turn gave Laura a bit more hope. "You can do this, Robert." Laura assured, while again stroking his back.

The double doors of the Hospital lobby swung open unexpectedly, making both sponges flinch. Out from the hall came a Doctor with his eyes busy on his clipboard. The old fish adjusted his glasses before continuing into the room, then spoke up for all to hear, "Mr. Squarepants?" Spongebob reluctantly stood up, still clutching his wife's hand in his, as they both entered the hall with heavy steps. The Doctor followed suit shortly after marking something on his clipboard. He guided the sponges to the examination room, and sat them down within. Before leaving, he handed Spongebob a hospital gown to change into. The yellow man groaned, always having to hate putting these on, but knew better than to argue about it. He stood up with his back to the door after he made sure to lock it first, and began removing his clothes. Laura stared on at the muscle on his stomach, as it had tightened so much it had visible strain. Must have been from the week of near constant vomiting he had. He couldn't eat or sleep, but previous visits to the Doctor could give him no diagnosis. It made no sense to her.

After putting the gown on and unlocking the door, Spongebob sat back down next to Laura. He stared at his hands as the fingers all touched in silence, awaiting the return of the Doctor. Spongebob shook his head slightly, looking at his wife's legs. He wondered how she was able to walk without falling over. How she was able to get over whatever ailed her even after the Doctors told her she'd never walk again. 'You're stronger than me, Babe... I don't know how I'm going to do this...' he thought so she wouldn't hear. It'd only make her worry. He sat up a little in wonder as his eyes had twitched again that week, as if they were moving on their own. He could only watch as his eyes trailed themselves from Laura's legs towards her thighs and eventually a little higher. He blushed, tearing his vision away from her. Why is that happening? He rubbed his eyes as Laura pat his bicep before she locked her own hands together.

The door opened up again, and the couple looked up at the person entering. The old fish turned his eyes from his papers to the yellow sponge in the corner. He cleared his throat before speaking up, "Yes, Mr. Squarepants, if you would please sit up here for me." His fin gestured to the examination bed.

The Doctor wrapped a pressure cuff around Spongebob's beefy arm and turned on the machine. "So, let me hear your story... What are your symptoms, Mr. Squarepants?" He asked while listening to his heartbeat through a stethoscope. Spongebob looked at the Doctor before glancing at his wife, who nodded her head for him to talk. "Well... I've been losing sleep... uh... I... can't keep food down... kinda..." he said, and the Doctor quickly glimpsed up at him before returning to his work. "And what do you mean 'kinda', sir?" "I... I sorta scarf down meat, but any vegetable, fruit or grain just can't keep down... but even meat it..." he shivered, which the Doctor noticed, "It has to be... raw..." The old man widened his eyes at the response, stopping his work for a moment. "Hmm... Strange cravings indeed.... What else is bothering you?" Spongebob glanced around the room a little more. "Um... I have noticed that I get.... um... A-Aroused alot more." Laura blushed, but nodded as the Doctor looked over at her before taking the cuff off his arm. "You have a healthy sexual relationship, don't you?" "Well, yeah, but for ME it's just unnatural to be so horn.... uh... Overly enthusiastic... when she makes dinner... brushes her hair... takes out the trash... hnnn..." Spongebob closed his eyes, rubbing between them as his heart beat harder under the stethoscope making the Doctor retreat due to how loud it had become.

"Sorry..." The yellow sponge apologized, as the Doctor pulled up a miniature flashlight. He cleared his throat, wheeling his chair closer, "It's alright, Mr. Squarepants. Now, hold still for me." He said, holding up the flashlight to Spongebob's left pupil.

The pupil dilated like normal, but offered some discomfort to Spongebob, as if it hurt more than it should. He blinked a few times, squirming in the light as the old fish attempted to look into the other eye. Before the light had withdrawn from the eye, the Doctor paused, as he saw something flash behind the pupil. "What was that..." he mumbled, turning Spongebob's face towards him as he looked closer. He stared deep into the eye, awaiting something to happen. He didn't know what, but felt that there was something going on, more than what was said. Just then, the man froze, as he spotted what he was looking for. It appeared to be some sort of... parasitic creature. It was breathing rapidly, and sitting like... a man?

All thoughts and wonder disappeared as whatever this life form was turned to look at the Doctor and growl in a sinister way. Without warning, a force pushed the Doctor to the floor, and he shuffled to the back of the room, screaming at Spongebob. "Are you alright?!" Spongebob concerned, standing up to go help him, but as soon as he did, the Doctor screamed in a blood-curdling way, kicking him away in hopes he'll leave him be.

"I WON'T HURT YOU, I PROMISE." A distorted voice growled with a deep chuckle to follow, as the face of Spongebob debauched into a gnarly demonic grin. However, it appeared the only one to see or notice was the man on the ground, who threw a few items at Spongebob in attempts to make him leave. "What did I do?" Spongebob shugged, turning to Laura, who sat back in shock. "Did he hear it too...?" Laura thought, glancing at her husband with concern.

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Laura and Spongebob returned to their pineapple home disheartened. Even their best Doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

Spongebob plumped himself down on the couch, and let out a heavy sigh, as Laura walked past him into the kitchen. "Robert... you want something to drink?" He stuck out his bottom lip like he was a child, folding his arms. "We have juice, or... water?" She suggested, "How about a hard liquor..." Spongebob rubbed his face while she nodded. "Brandy it is..."

The couple sat on their couch, close together. The man pet his wife's shoulder as she slunk down and laid her head on his lap and looked up at his face. "Hmm, I wouldn't do that Babe." Spongebob spoke up, taking a swig of his alcohol. "What, lay down?" She giggled, tapping her glass with her finger. "Nah, lay down right there specifically, unless you wanna talk about the first thing that pops up." They both giggled like idiots, not even close to being drunk yet.

A few pitter pats of little feet began to trot down the stairs, followed by a girly squeal of glee. "Oh, shit..." Spongebob cursed, quickly getting up to get rid of the evidence of drinking while Laura laughed as their daughter Lola ran into the room to give her mother a jump-hug. "Lola, pleeeease...." Thomas, her older brother groaned while following her into the living room.

In the kitchen, the man began to wash his glass and hide the rest of the brandy. He splashed some water on his face for good measure. Spongebob gasped at the chilly feeling of the water running down his face. He sniffed, grabbing a dry towel to wipe his face, just as Laura walked into the kitchen. "So... now that the kids have realized we're back, you want something to eat?" Laura asked, leaning on the entryway to the kitchen. Spongebob turned to face her, nodding with a small smile. "Hopefully I can actually eat it this time..." Laura slowly approached him to place her hand on his cheek. "Hey... We can try again another time. Today was just... weird..." she admitted, as he placed his hand atop hers. "Yeah... maybe." He said.

Laura heated the stove and stepped away to grab a few items from the fridge. "Honey?" She called out, bending over to look in the many drawers of the fridge. "Yeah...?" Spongebob poked his head up from the table, only to find his gaze locked on her buttocks. "Do we have any more sea cow steak? I could've sworn I bought some recently..."

Instead of him answering back in words, she felt his presence behind her. His warm hands squeezed her hips and inched her close. "Hmm... I don't know about steak, but... I know where you can get some meat..." he bit his lip, trailing his eyes up her back to meet her face that turned back at him. "Hon..." she blushed, pressing the back of her head against his chest. "Come on... I've been patient... I haven't really asked... but now I really... Really want it... I want you, Laura... please..." he begged in a whisper, as she smirked softly. "I know you haven't." She began, "But, I'm not really in the mood.... I'm too tired, and hungry, and you? Well, you've been like this all week, so I'm thinking it's some sort of symptom of your sickness. I'm actually surprised you want it so much given you should be more tired than a snail, mister." She laughed while he sighed, letting her go. "I'll tell you when it's the right time, ok?" Laura said sweetly, and he chuckled under his breath. His head hung low so his face was no longer visible. "Come on, don't mope around now, Babe." She teased, placing her hand on his face, but quickly flinched as a drop of blood came into contact with her knuckle. "What the--" she gasped, drawing her hand back.

"MY, MY, YOU REALLY ARE RESILIENT, MY DEAR."

Laura tripped on the way into the living room in fear, startling her children who sat on the couch. "Mom?" "What's wrong?" They asked, as an epruption of wicked laughter emerged from the kitchen, and slowly closed in on the room they all stood in. "Run!!" Laura shouted at the young ones, who followed her direction immediately, running out the front door. Just as that had been done, her husband shook as he entered the living room, with dissipating chuckles emenating from behind his bloodied gums. "Robert...?!" Laura choked in panic as her husband lumbered closer to her like a mad beast. His skin had suddenly begun to change, and his body grew larger. He howled with pain in a distorted voice unlike his own as he clutched his head and hunched over on the living room floor. He coughed out large chunks of flesh and blood that splattered on the ground by his feet. His shirt gave way for his contoring features and his veins began to bulge out of his skin. Spongebob screamed to her in his last bit of free will, "RUN, LAURA!!! GET AWAY!!"

As his nails twisted out of his fingers and toes to create a bloody mess, she took the opportunity to listen to what could have been the last of him. By the time she successfully fled the scene, the new body of her husband stood upon his feet, and a long, slender tail stirred the current around his changed physique. This horrific demon laughed to himself, and spied the door with his cold, lifeless eyes.

"HERE I COME." Lucius sang.