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＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 6 Sandy heads to the kitchen, her steps slow and deliberate. Karen follows, giving her a quick hug. "It's okay," she whispers. "He'll come around." Sandy nods, her voice shaking. "I hope so." In the living room, Plankton's leg throbs under the weight of the cast, a constant reminder of his new limitations. Karen joins him, handing him a pillow. "Here," she says softly. "This should help." He takes it, his antennae twitching slightly as he adjusts his position on the couch. Sandy emerges from the kitchen, her eyes red-rimmed but her smile firmly in place. "Snacks," she says, setting a plate on the coffee table. Plankton nods, his eye half-closed. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice softening. Sandy swallows hard, the hurt from his earlier outburst still raw. Karen sits beside him, her hand on his shoulder. "I know you're frustrated," Karen says gently. "But Sandy worries for you." Plankton nods, his antennae drooping. "I know," he says, unable to find the words. Sandy takes a deep breath, her gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry for...everything." Her voice cracks. Plankton's eye opens fully, his expression softening. "I know, Sandy. I know." Karen squeezes his hand. "We all do." Sandy's smile is sad. "But I'm fine," he insists, his voice strained. "Just tired." Sandy nods. Karen sits quietly, her hand still on his shoulder, providing silent support as Plankton's eye closes again. The room is still, the only sound the occasional crunch of a chip. Sandy clears her throat. "Is there anything else I can do?" Her voice is tentative, hopeful. Plankton's antennae twitch. "No." He doesn't open his eye. "Just let me rest." Sandy nods, her face a mask of regret. Karen sighs, watching as her husband's chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. She knows his stubbornness will keep him from admitting his pain, but she also knows his limits, the tension in the room slowly dissipating as Plankton begins to doze. The doorbell rings, breaking the silence. Sandy jumps, startled. Karen looks at the clock. It's Mr. Krabs, arriving to see why his rival Plankton hasn't tried to steal his secret recipe. Her heart sinks. This could be bad timing. "I'll get it," Sandy says, quickly moving to the door. Karen nods, her hand still on Plankton's shoulder. She whispers, "Remember, love, we're here for you." Sandy opens the door to find Mr. Krabs, his eyes wide with surprise. "What happened to Plankton?" he asks, his voice a mix of concern and suspicion. "I've not seen him in a while; must be planning something big.." Karen sighs, her gaze flicking to her sleeping husband as Mr. Krabs comes in. "Plankton had an accident," she says, her voice measured. "He broke his leg." Mr. Krabs' expression morphs from suspicion to shock. "What? No way!" Karen nods, keeping her voice low. "It's true. He's in recovery." Sandy's eyes dart to Plankton, now snoring softly on the couch. Mr. Krabs approaches his sleeping rival, eyes narrowing. "What's that on his leg?" "It's a cast," Karen explains, her tone even. "He's going to need help for a few weeks." Mr. Krabs' claws clench, his suspicion clear. Krabs looks at the cast skeptically. "Well, if he's out of commission, then I suppose we can call a temporary truce," he says. Karen nods. "That would be kind of you." Sandy smiles weakly. "He's not the enemy right now," she murmurs, her eyes on Plankton. Mr. Krabs seems to consider this, his gaze lingering on Plankton's sleeping form. "Fine," he says gruffly. Karen sighs with relief, guiding Mr. Krabs to a chair. "Thank you. I know this isn't easy for him to accept." Sandy nods in agreement. "He's always so independent." Mr. Krabs grumbles, but his eyes soften. "He's a tough little feller." As they sit in the living room, the sound of Plankton's snores punctuating the silence, Mr. Krabs notices drool slowly seeping from the corner of Plankton's mouth as his snores grow louder. "Looks like he's out cold," Mr. Krabs says. "Is he okay?" "He's fine," Karen reassures him. "Just sleeping. It's part of his healing process." Mr. Krabs clears his throat, his expression unreadable. "Well, if he's not going to be a problem for a while, I suppose I can spare time to help." Sandy's eyes widen, hopeful. Karen's smile is genuine. "That would be wonderful, Mr. Krabs. We could really use the extra hands." Mr. Krabs nods, his claws tapping the arm of the chair. "But I'm not cooking, got it?" They all chuckle softly, the tension easing slightly. "I can't believe he's out for the count," he murmurs, almost to himself, when Plankton's drool forms a small puddle on the couch. "Uhm," Krabs says, "Plankton is gonna need to be cleaned up." Karen nods, not wanting to wake her husband. Sandy jumps up to help, but Krabs stops her. "No, no," he says gruffly. "Let me—" But before he can finish, Plankton's snores turn into a low moan. His antennae twitch, his good leg moving slightly. "His pain meds are wearing off," Karen whispers. Sandy quickly grabs the water and pills from the side table, handing them to Karen. Karen gets the water and pills, moving to Plankton's side. She gently shakes his shoulder. "Honey," she says softly. "It's time for your medicine." Plankton's eye flickers open, his expression a mix of pain and irritation as he sees Mr. Krabs. "What are you doing here?" he grumbles, his voice thick with sleep and pain. Mr. Krabs coughs, his claws raising in a defensive gesture. "Just came to check on the...competition," he says, his voice trailing off as he looks at the cast. Sandy and Karen exchange a nervous glance. Plankton's antennae twitch with annoyance. "I don't need your pity," he says through gritted teeth, his pain evident. Mr. Krabs' eyes narrow. "Pity? Pah! I'm just making sure you're not plotting anything, while you're...drooling." Plankton's face flushes when he puts his hand to his mouth, realizing he's been drooling in his sleep. He wipes at his mouth quickly before taking the pills and water. "Thanks," he mutters, his voice gruff. Karen helps him sit up more comfortably, his leg propped on the pillow. Mr. Krabs clears his throat, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, I've got a...uh, question," he says. Sandy and Karen exchange another look, but Plankton seems too tired to care. "What is it?" he asks, his patience wearing thin. Mr. Krabs shifts in his chair. "I was wondering if, during your...ahem, cast, if you broke your leg, what'd they do to it before putting it in a cast?" Sandy's eyes widen slightly, but she remains silent, allowing Plankton to answer. Plankton sighs, his antennae drooping. "They had to use some kind of special bone glue," he says, his tone weary. "And now I've got this monstrosity on me for six weeks." Mr. Krabs' eyes go wide. "Bone glue?" he repeats. "No way! What did it look like?" Plankton groans, his frustration clear. "I s'pose it looked like... glue," he says, his voice trailing off. "Whaddya mean you s'pose? You were there!" Krabs asks. "How'd it..." Plankton cuts him off, his antennae standing tall. "It was a blur," he snaps. "You were asleep, weren't you?" Sandy says, earning her a glare from Plankton. Mr. Krabs, however, seems even more fascinated, his curiosity of Plankton piqued. "How'd that work?" he asks, his claws tapping nervously. "I mean, they just put you out? But what did it feel like? Did you feel them sticking your bones together, or...?" Plankton sighs, frustrated/angry, his antennae drooping. "They put me under, okay?" he says, his voice tight. "I don't know what it felt like." "But you were there!" Krabs insists. "W---" "I SAID I DON'T KNOW!" Plankton shouts, his pain and irritation boiling over. His grip on the pillow tightens, knuckles white. Karen's eyes widen, and Sandy takes a step back, alarmed. "I didn't see anything. It was just... nothingness." Mr. Krabs leans back in his chair, his claw steepled under his chin. "Hmm," he says, his voice thoughtful. "And you're sure you weren't dreaming about stealing me secret recipe?" Sandy laughs nervously, trying to diffuse the tension, but Plankton's face turns a deeper shade of red. "I was UNCONSCIOUS," he growls. Mr. Krabs holds up his claws in defense. "Just checking!" he says, his eyes gleaming. "But seriously, what's it like being put under..." "I woke up!" Plankton exclaims, his antennae twitching. "With a giant cast on my leg! I don't remember any dreams. It was just... nothing." Sandy tries to lighten the mood. "Maybe you dreamt about jellyfish," she suggests with a weak smile. Mr. Krabs' eyes light up. "Jellyfish? Did you see an–" "NO!" Plankton snaps. "No dreams, no jellyfish. Just... nothingness." Mr. Krabs seems disappointed but quickly recovers. "Well, if you say so," he says, his tone nonchalant. "But you're sure you didn't see anyth—" "KRABS!" Plankton's voice booms through the room, cutting off his rival's question. "I told you, there was nothing!" His antennae wave in agitation. Mr. Krabs' eyes twinkle with curiosity. "Ah, but what about the after-effects?" he presses on. "You know, those fuzzy thoughts you get when you first wake up? Did y-" But Plankton's patience has reached its limit. "I don't know what you're talking about," he says through clenched teeth. "I just know that I woke up!" Karen steps in, placing a calming hand on Plankton's shoulder. "Krabs, I think we should respect Plankton's space right now," she says firmly. Mr. Krabs nods, his expression slightly chastised. "Right, right," he says, his claws retreating into his pockets. "Sorry, I'll just get going."

DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 6 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) They reach the bedroom's closed door, and Karen knocks softly. "Honey?" she calls. "Can we come in?" There's a moment of silence before Plankton's voice says, "I s'pose." Karen opens the door to find Plankton sitting on the edge of the bed, his antennae still quivering slightly. He looks up, his eye red-rimmed. Chip lingers in the doorway, his heart racing. He's scared to move, to say the wrong thing. But Karen's hand on his shoulder guides him in. "Daddy?" Chip whispers, his voice tentative. Plankton's antennae twitch, and he looks up, his face a mix of pain and discomfort. Karen gives Chip a small nod of encouragement, and he slowly approaches the bed, his hand outstretched but not touching. "Dad, can I sit with you?" he asks, his voice shaking. Plankton looks at him. "If you must," he says, his tone filled with sarcasm. "But don't expect me to be all 'Oh, Chip, I'm so happy to see you!' when you've clearly called me a monster." Chip's eyes widen at the harshness of his father's words. "But Dad, I di-" Plankton holds up a hand, his antennae still quivering. "Don't," he says, his voice sharp. "Don't pretend you understand. You don't. You just threw around words you heard from those little brats at school without even knowing what they mean!" Chip's face falls, his eyes welling up with tears again. "But I didn't mean it," he stammers, his voice breaking. "I just wanted-" "I know what you wanted," Plankton snaps, his antennae quivering with agitation. "You wanted answers, and you didn't get them. So, you threw a fit like a typical kid." Chip's eyes fill with fresh tears. "But I didn't know," he whispers, his voice shaking. "I wan-" "Yeah, well, ignorance is not an excuse," Plankton interrupts, his antennae flailing. "You hurt me, Chip. And for what? Because you didn't get your precious hug?" His voice drips with sarcasm, each word a tiny dagger to Chip's heart. "Daddy, I'm sorry," Chip whimpers, his hand dropping to his side. "I didn't kn-" But Plankton's sarcasm cuts him off again. "Oh, sorry, I forgot. You didn't know," he says, his voice laden with bitterness. "Well, now you do. And now you can go back to your little life, knowing you've hurt your dad. Great job!" Chip flinches at the harshness, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Dad, please," he begs. "I didn't underst--" "I don't want to hear it," Plankton cuts him off, his antennas quivering with anger. "You think you can just come in here and make everything better with your sorry excuses?" Chip's eyes fill with tears, his voice barely a whisper. "But I didn't mean to hurt you, Daddy," he says, his voice shaking. "I just wanted to he-" Plankton turns away, his antennas flailing with agitation. "Don't 'Daddy' me," he spits out. "You don't get to call me that after what you said." His voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. Chip's eyes are wide with shock and hurt. "But Dad," he says, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean to-" But Plankton's not listening. "Oh, I'm sure you didn't," he says, his tone thick with sarcasm. "You just couldn't help blurting out the first thought that came to your little brain, could you?" Chip feels his heart crumble. "But Dad, I-" "I don't want to hear it," Plankton says, his voice ice cold. "You've said enough." He turns away, his antennae twitching angrily. "Just get out. Leave me alone." Chip stands there, his small hand hovering in the air, wanting to comfort his dad, but not knowing how. His voice shakes with pain. "But Dad, I-" Plankton turns back to him, his antennae snapping with anger. "You don't get it, do you?" he shouts, his voice rising. "You never have!" His eye widens, his body tenses. "I'm not your little science project to poke and prod when you're curious!" Chip takes a step back, his eyes wide with fear. He's never seen his dad like this before, so out of control. "Daddy, I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice trembling. But Plankton's anger seems to grow with every word, his body shaking. "You don't get to be sorry!" he roars, his antennae quivering violently. "You don't get to just say sorry and expect me to be okay with it!" Chip's eyes are wide with fear, his body frozen in place. He's never seen his dad like this, his normally stoic demeanor shattered by a storm of emotions. "Daddy, please," Chip whispers, his voice barely audible. But Plankton's anger is like a tsunami, crashing against the walls of the room. "You think you can fix me with a sorry?" Plankton's voice booms, his antennae flailing. "You think your pity can make everything okay?" Chip shrinks back, his eyes wide with fear. So Karen decides to jump in to mediate. "Plankton, honey," Karen says, her voice steady. "Chip's only trying to understand. He's scared for you. Let's just sit down on the bed." Plankton's antennae slow their frantic dance as he looks at her, his eye slightly less fiery. With a heavy sigh, he nods, and they all sit down, a tense silence filling the room. Chip's eyes are glued to his father, searching for any sign of softening in his gaze. Plankton's breaths come in short, shallow bursts, his body still taut with emotion. After a moment, Karen speaks up, her voice a gentle reminder. "Remember, Plankton, Chip's just a child," she says, her tone soothing. "He doesn't understand everything about your condition yet." Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye still glaring at his son. "I know," he murmurs, his voice low. Karen gives Chip a reassuring look. "Why don't you tell your dad what you know about autism?" she suggests, trying to ease the tension. Chip nods, taking a deep breath. "Well, I know it's like his brain works differently," he starts, his voice wobbly. "And sometimes, it makes things hard for him, like too much noise or little things that don't bother me." He looks at Plankton. Plankton's antennae stiffen slightly, his gaze still sharp. "And I know he has these... these breaks," Chip continues, his voice gaining strength. "Where he needs to get away from everything for—" "Absence seizures," Plankton says, his voice flat. "They're called absence seizures." Chip's eyes widen. "Oh, right. Those moments when you zone out," he says, trying to remember the right words. Plankton nods, his antennae still tense. Karen watches the exchange, her heart breaking for both of them. She knows this is hard for Plankton to admit, and even harder for Chip to understand. "They're a part of his autism, Chip." Chip nods, his eyes firmly on his father. "So, when you have one of those... seizures, it's like your brain needs to take a break?" Plankton sighs. "Yeah," he says, his voice weary. "It's like... everything gets too much, and my brain just shuts down for a bit. It's not something I can control. Are you satisfied?" Chip looks at him with innocent curiosity. "What's it like?" he asks, his voice soft. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye flickering with memory. "Dad, what's it li—" Plankton's hand shoots up, cutting him off. "It's like nothing you could ever understand," he says, his voice tight with anger. "So just leave it, okay?" Chip's eyes fill with unshed tears. "But Dad," he whispers, his voice shaking. "I just want to kn-" Plankton's antennae snap upward, his anger palpable. "You're just a kid, playing at being adult!" His antennae quiver with the intensity of his emotions, his body tense with frustration. Chip shrinks back, his cheeks wet with tears. "But Dad," he whispers, "I just-" "Don't," Plankton says, his voice cutting like a knife. "Don't pretend you get it." Chip's eyes are wide with fear and confusion. "But Dad," he says, his voice trembling. "I'm not..." But Plankton's anger continues to build, his antennae quivering like live wires. "You don't get it, Chip!" he roars. "You're just a kid who thinks he can fix everything with a hug and a sorry!" His words cut deep, each one a knife to Chip's heart. Chip's eyes fill with tears, his voice barely above a whisper. "But Daddy, I just want to help," he says, his hand trembling as it reaches out. Plankton's antennae shoot up, his body tensing. "Don't touch me," he snaps, his eye wild with agitation as he throws a pillow from the bed down by his side. Chip's hand retreats as if burned, his eyes wide with fear. "But Daddy, I just-" "I said don't touch me!" Plankton's voice is a roar, his antennae whipping around like angry snakes. He stands, his whole body a testament to his rage. Chip stumbles backward, his heart racing. He's never seen his father like this, his normally calm demeanor shattered by a tempest of emotions.

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★🍞🔥 TOSTADORAS FOREVER (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) #OC 🔥🍞★‹𝟹

A TOOTHY STORY pt. 6 Plankton's eye closes, his breathing deepens into snores. Karen watches him for a moment, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep. "You're okay," she whispers, her voice a soft ripple in the quiet room. "You're safe now." Her words hang in the air, a comforting lullaby, when Karen's friend Hanna unexpectedly arrives. "Karen?" Hanna's voice is a splash of cold water, jolting Karen to the present. She quickly wipes Plankton's mouth and stands up, turning to face her friend. "Is everything alright?" Hanna's eyes widen, noticing Karen's husband Plankton on the couch, his mouth open, snoring softly. Karen laughs nervously. "Oh, yes," she says, her voice a bit too high. "Just a little... dental procedure." Hanna looks with concern. "My place is getting a remodel, I don't know where else to stay..." she asks, her eyes scanning Plankton's sleeping form. Karen nods, her smile reassuring. "Of course, you can stay here," she says, her voice a warm embrace. "The spare room's good." Hanna looks at Plankton, still snoring peacefully. "Is he okay?" she whispers. "I know I've never personally met him.." Karen nods, her voice a whisper. "Yes, he's fine," she says, her hand on his forehead. "Just sleepy." Hanna's eyes flicker with concern. "What happened?" she asks, her voice a soft ripple of curiosity. Karen hesitates, her hand still resting on Plankton's head. "It's nothing to worry about," she says, her voice a gentle breeze. "Just a little dental work." Hanna nods, her eyes studying Plankton. "Is he going to be okay?" she whispers, her voice a soft ripple of concern. "Why's he tired?" Karen sighs, her smile slightly forced. "It's just... part of the process," she says, avoiding the mention of teeth. "They had to give him some medicine to help him sleep." Hanna nods, her gaze still on Plankton. "He seems so peaceful," she says, her voice a soft caress. "What was it for?" Karen's smile is tight. "Everything is just fine, Hanna. He might not want me to say much without his permission." Hanna nods, understanding. "Of course, I didn't mean to pry." She looks around the room. "It's just, I've never seen anyone sleep so... peaceful?" Karen laughs softly, her voice a gentle ripple. "It's the medicine," she says. "They had to give him something to relax." Hanna nods, her gaze lingering on Plankton's sleeping form. Karen decides it's time to wake him, gently shaking his shoulder. "Plankton," she whispers, her voice a soft nudge. "Wake up, sweetheart." Plankton's eye opens with a start, his antennae shooting up. "Whath...whathapened?" he mumbles, his speech still slurred. Karen laughs, her voice a warm embrace. "We need to get you into bed," she says, her eyes twinkling with love. "My friend Hanna came, and she'll stay in the guest room." Plankton blinks, his antennae waving erratically. "Han-Han?" he mumbles, his voice a slurred song. "Whaths...whaths?" Hanna waves, her smile genuine. "Hi, Plankton," she says. "Nice to meet you.." But Plankton, still groggy, mumbles incoherently, his eye half-closed. "Muff...muff...muffins," he says, his tongue thick. Karen laughs, her voice a warm laugh. "It's okay, sweetheart, you're just tired," she says, guiding him to his feet. He sways, his body still under the anesthesia's spell. "Muff...muffins," he repeats, his voice a sleepy mumble. Karen rolls her eyes, her smile a gentle curve. "No muffins," she says, her voice a soothing wave. "It's night.." His antennae droop, his mind a jumbled mess. "B-but... you promithed..." he slurs, his eye struggling to focus. Karen laughs, her voice a warm caress. "Oh, Plankton," she says, helping him to the bedroom. They reach the bed, and she helps him lie down, his body collapsing onto the mattress. "Just sleep, love," she whispers, her hand stroking his. Hanna watches from the doorway, her smile a mix of amusement and concern. "Is he going to be okay?" she asks again. Karen nods, her voice a reassuring lullaby. "Yes, just rest is what he needs," she says. "It'll will wear off completely in the morning; we all need our sleep." But Plankton, not quite ready to drift away, reaches his arms out. "Pweath...picture," he mumbles, his hand reaching for Hanna's. Hanna, surprised by his sudden request, pulls out her phone, the screen a bright beacon in the dim room. "A selfie?" she whispers, her voice a questioning bubble. Karen nods, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "I'll get you gauze first," she says, helping him sit up slightly. Hanna, unsure but willing, holds out her phone, the screen glowing with potential. "Ready?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper. Plankton nods, his antennae bobbing. Karen carefully places the gauze pads in Plankton's mouth, his eye widening slightly at the unexpected sensation. "Now," she says, her voice a gentle prompt. "There." Hanna holds the phone steadily, the camera lens a tiny window into their world. Plankton's arm wraps around her shoulder, his antennae sticking out like party horns. "Cheeese," he mumbles through the gauze, his voice slurred but earnest. The flash goes off, illuminating the room briefly. Hanna looks at the photo, her smile warm. "You got it, Plankton," she says, handing him the phone. His eye squints, trying to focus on the screen. Karen laughs softly, watching them from the bedside. "You two are adorable," she says, her voice a gentle tease. Plankton looks at her, his mouth still full of gauze. With a thumbs up from Plankton, Hanna posts the selfie, the image of their smiles and Plankton's comical gauze-filled grin floating into the digital abyss of her social media feed. The caption reads: "Visiting Karen! Featuring @ Plankton 😂🦷💊" The notification sounds chime through the quiet room, a digital symphony of likes and laughing emojis. Plankton's eye widen, his antennae perking up. "What's that?" he asks, his voice a groggy whisper. Hanna laughs. "Everyone thinks you're cute. Now I gotta get some rest myself!" Plankton's antennae droop, his eye heavy with sleep. "M-more...m-muffins?" he asks, his voice a slurred plea. Karen laughs, her voice a warm hug. "No more, Plankton," she says, placing a kiss on his forehead. "You need to sleep now." Plankton closes his eye, succumbing to the gentle pull of sleep. Karen and Hanna watch him for a moment, his snores the only sound in the quiet room. Hanna's smile is warm. "He's so cute," she whispers. They both watch as Plankton's snores fill the room, his body finally at peace. Hanna's concern fades into curiosity. "What's with the muffins?" she asks, her voice a whisper. Karen giggles, her hand still on his. "It's just the remnants of meds talking," she says, her voice a gentle wave. "He'll be himself in the morning." She stands up, her movements smooth as a dolphin's. "Let's get you settled in the guest room now.."

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