Part 1: www.planetminecraft.com/blog/creepypasta-those-eyes/

I feel like this one is too short, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Another thing I've noticed: I'm not entirely sure these are creepypastas I'm putting out there. That's why I didn't put [CREEPYPASTA] in the title. But, then again, that's for you to decide. I'll get back to skinning soon, too.

After watching "The Troubles of a Misfortunate Porifera", I noticed "Ode To New Spongebob" was in the related video section. I decided that I had already killed that Spongebob, so I was safe. Or so I thought... The video went on like it did before. But when it got to the part with the hyper-realistic eyes, something happened that I knew for a fact hadn't been there the first time. I heard Spongebob saying, "Laugh while you can, pinky. It's not over yet." from "The Fry Cook Games". In response, I thought, "Well, that's what you think. But it's not over yet!"

In a flash, the full effect of what he was saying hit me. He could, and probably would, come back to get me again. I panicked and stopped the video for about a minute to steady my breathing. I would have to brutally murder the sponge again! The details of the first time were stuck in my head as it already was. To have done it twice, though... After my minute was up, I realized that I hadn't seen the other half of the video. Maybe I wasn't using my head. Maybe it was my curiosity. But I completely ignored the voice in my head saying, "Is that really a good idea?" I pressed on. The screen flickered between the Spongebob with the eyes and a very inappropriately-shaped Spongebob. Despite the circumstances, I just had to laugh out of immaturity. Something then happened that I knew didn't belong. I heard that yellow fish from "The Algae's Always Greener" say, "You think this is funny?!?" I searched in the comments, but no one mentioned anything about it. The screen then cut to a black background and a Patrick who looked like he had been run over by a steamroller or something. His mouth wide open, something invisible traced a trail of blood inside his mouth. That somehow didn't faze me at all. It was the next part that did. It showed Patrick again, looking somewhat more normal. Except for 2 things. One, everything from his bottom jaw up was missing, and spurting blood like crazy. So that was why my head bled so bad after the tree incident. That was why all of the Spongebobs bled so much when I cut them. He was trying to warn me of what was to come. Second, his arms looked like they had been smashed in with very brute force. He raised them, as if getting someone's attention. Unlike Spongebob's hyper-realistic eyes, which made me angry, this just made me feel like I did on that one night- alone, and very helpless. I heard a voice say something- it may have been Spongebob's- but I couldn't exactly hear it well over the pounding of my heart. Finally that video ended. I closed the browser and went to bed, needing a light to get around without seeing Patrick in the darkness. In my dreams, those arms of his held all sorts of terrible things. Things that... that I had planned on killing Spongebob with on that night. They had scared me then, so you can only imagine how that felt with a terrifying image holding them.

The next day was a school day, which really, really, sucked. I saw that Patrick everywhere; on the faces of those I knew, on all the posters, in general, anything. The whole day, I was less concerned with taking notes and more concerned with the question "Why?" Why can't that Patrick just kill me now and save us both a whole lot of trouble? I certainly wouldn't stop him. I started telling this to other people for the first time. That's how I knew things were bad. I almost never tell anyone if anything's wrong, and when I do, there's a dang good reason to. They all thought I had lost it. Even all my friends made fun of me for it. I felt very alone again. I asked myself once more, "Why?"

I found out that night.

It was almost midnight. Knowing that going to sleep would only bring on more nightmares, I tried not to sleep that night. Eventually I just had to get some sleep. At least an hour. So to relax myself, I stared out the back window again, the same thing that almost had gotten me killed. This time, though, there was a trail of blood running through my lawn and off a far distance. Having a pretty good idea who had caused it, I grabbed the same kitchen knife that had defiled Spongebob's army and began following the trail. When I got outside, I could very faintly hear Patrick laughing. It couldn't be his voice, though. This wasn't the laugh of the idiot I knew. This was the maniacal laugh of a killer who had been institutionalized at least twice. Yet it still sounded like Patrick. Eventually the trail led into the public pool, which was empty, being that it was January. I descended into the pool, which did not contain what I thought it would. Patrick was supposed to be in there. Instead, in the center, I saw something that made no sense at all.

It was my own dead body.

It was pierced at least a thousand times, so it looked like Swiss cheese. I just didn't get it. How could I be dead if I was alive and looking at the body? It felt like trying to solve a paradox, which, of course, it was. The only possible explanation I could come up with was that someone was HACKING! There was also a hole about 6 feet wide. I looked down it and saw nothing but darkness. I stopped thinking about that paradox and jumped into the hole against my better judgement. After about 53.92 seconds, I hit the bottom in a circular room about 20 feet in diameter. The room felt hot, and I knew that if I went any deeper, I would hit the Nether. I don't know how I could have possibly survived the fall, but I did. It was just the Patrick with the smashed arms and me in the room. After getting over my initial shock, I yelled the question that had been constantly bugging me: "Why haven't you killed me to get it over with?" In a raspy voice, he replied, "You know why." And I did. This had happened with Spongebob too. Apparently my suffering was fun to watch. Or maybe he was waiting for me to break myself emotionally and commit suicide... Before I had time to decide what it was, he bent over and shot a stream of blood at me. It was nothing too life-threatening, but I fell to the ground and pleaded for him to stop, preparing for a deadly trick I had picked up before. He came over and stood before me in triumph. With the speed of a viper, I thrust my blade into his stomach. It was a good thing I was known for my extremely sharp sleight of hand. He stumbled backwards, then crashed to the ground on his back.

I don't know how I didn't see the trick coming. It looked like I had just about defeated him. I stood atop him in triumph, just like he had done with me. Very suddenly, he shouted "FOOL!" so loud that the very sound of it threw me across the room. (Skyrim reference LOL) Defeated by my own trick I JUST pulled. Pathetic. I hit the wall hard and cracked my head open. I was disoriented, but I could still see him coming at me, ready to deliver the final blow. At least that's what I expected... He very simply said to me, "I think you know what to do." And I did. Even if I had survived and killed Patrick, I would never be able to live with the memories of his, much less 2, murders. So I made the rational choice. I held up my knife, turned it towards me, then pushed it as hard as I could through my face.

When I woke up, I wasn't entirely sure where I was. I was in a concrete pool somewhere. There was a 6-foot wide hole to my right. Every part of my body hurt really badly. I wasn't bleeding much, either. I looked down and saw that I had bled most of what I had. I also examined my arm. It was full of holes for some reason. This looked very familiar. After about a minute, it dawned on me.

That dead body I had seen in the pool earlier... I was in it right now.

That was why I could see my own dead body before I really was dead. The Spongebob was trying again to warn me of the future. Right when I realized this, Patrick with the smashed arms ascended from the hole. In a very cheerful voice, he said, "Like what I've done?" I wanted to answer, to tell him off, to demand he turn me back to normal, but my voice didn't work. "I had to make sure you were dead. That knife in the face just wasn't enough." Nothing made any sense to me anymore, so I just passed out again right there.

I didn't wake up.

NOTE: Despite negotiations with BlarnToTheBlarn, I still don't own "Ode To New Spongebob". This, er, pasta was crafted upon HIS video. Not mine.