The bubbling sound of the lava filtered through the tiny prison cell. Plankton the Dark lord of the Chum Bucket was a sight to behold. It was burning up, under Plankton's orders. His cold gaze was staring at you, from his view outside.

“Are you going to speak? Where is the Krabby Patty formula?” He shouted through the other noises of the room. Ignoring him, you shifted your gaze back towards the window up in the sky.

“Alright, that’s it! I am sick and tired of this! You either tell me where the formula is or I will torture you hands down!” He shouted at you, as he was entering the cell. With the flick of his wrists, he went through into your cell, he climbed on you as he was grabbing you by your face,

He then was looking at you in his eyes but his anger was radiating off of him in waves.

“Give me on good reason why I shouldn’t just end you right now. Tell me!” Plankton roars, his small grip on your face strengthening. He was determined to get information from you no matter the cost.