The water caressed Squidward's body with the intimacy of a long lost lover, curving down every inch of his pale aqua skin. He shuddered, a soft moan escaping his lips, though his arousal had little to do with the shower and more to do with the deed he'd just committed.

The game was officially started now. No, more than started. He had a very good lead so far. Funny how he had to continually remind himself of that fact. He hadn't anticipated the rush that would follow dismembering SpongeBob like that. That feeling of the knife slipping into trepid yellow skin, breaking the surface with a soft squish.

Orgasmic. Absolutely orgasmic. Squidward chuckled, wrapping a bloody tentacle around his own cock now, stroking in time to his laughter. That look on SpongeBob's face right before he'd sliced, too. Priceless. He'd known he'd enjoy this, but he hadn't expected it to turn him on quite as much as it had.

He pulled his hand off his cock, hastily turning off the faucet and stepping out of the tub, wrapping the towel around his waist without bothering to dry himself.

He was much too insane to sexually satisfy himself. No, SpongeBob would work perfectly well in this situation. Squidward licked his lips, stinging his tongue with the taste of shower water and dried blood. Huh, guess he hadn't washed himself too well after all. Ah well, it would be a reminder.

Not that he needed any more reminding. He stepped out of the bathroom, reaching for the door separating him from his reality project.