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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 8 (Autistic author) Karen's eyes well up with tears as she watches him eat, his movements so deliberate and calculated. It's a stark contrast to the impulsive and energetic Plankton she's known for years. She takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the small victory of his willingness to eat. As they sit in silence, Karen can't help but feel a sense of loss for the man she married. His eye darts around the room, his antennae twitching at every sound. She wonders what's going on in his mind. "Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. "What do you see?" He points to the toast, his finger trembling slightly. "Squares," he says, his voice flat. "Squares make sense." Karen nods, her eyes glistening with tears. "I know, sweetheart," she says, her voice soothing. "Everything is in its place." Plankton's antennae quiver slightly as he swallows the last of his toast. "Plankton," he murmurs, his gaze returning to the clock. "Time to...do." Before Karen could decipher his words, Sandy suddenly burst in through the door, as she ran up to the table. "I'm back from my trip to Texas!" Plankton's head snapped up, his antennae waving erratically. "Sandy," he murmured, his face contorting in an effort to process the new presence. "Howdy!" She says to him as she pats his shoulder, which irritates him. Plankton flinches, his antennas curling inward instinctively. "Sandy," he says, his voice tight. But she doesn't notice his discomfort. "How's my favorite mad scientist?" she asks, her voice booming as she nudges him with her elbow. Plankton's body stiffens, his antennae shooting straight up. "Sandy," he says, his voice strained. "No." "No? No what?" She asks him while poking at him with her finger. Plankton's eye widens, his body growing rigid. "Stop," he whispers, his voice strained. "Sandy, no." She sees his breakfast plate. "Oh, eggs and toast! Back in Texas, we spread the egg on to the toast." And without warning, she scrapes his eggs on his toast. If Plankton wasn't frustrated before, well he certainly is now. "Sandy, no!" Plankton squeaks out, his antennae waving wildly. The sudden change in his breakfast pattern is too much for his overwhelmed mind. "What's wrong?" Sandy asks, her cheerfulness not noticing his distress. "It's just how we do it back home!" She scoops up the eggs off the toast and put them back, yet his breakfast's already been ruined, not to mention the sight of bread crumbs in the egg.. Plankton's antennae are shaking rapidly now, his eye darting between the mashed eggs and the now crumbling toast. "Enough," he whispers, his voice tight. Sandy rests her hand on his shoulder. "Well then eat..." But Plankton can't. The disruption in his routine, the assault on his senses, the chaos she's brought into his carefully crafted world of patterns and precision, it's all too much. His body starts to shake. "No more, no NO!" he shouts, his voice a mix of frustration and panic. Karen jumps up. "Sandy, stop," she says firmly, placing her hand on Plankton's shoulder. "You're upsetting him." Sandy's expression falls. "But I put the food back, Plankton..." But it's too late. Plankton's eye widens, his antennae quivering. The plate of food before him is a mess, the calmness destroyed. "Food ruined!" he shrieks, his voice breaking. "Sandy, no good!" Sandy's eyes widen in shock, taking a step back. "Plankton I'm sorry!" But Plankton's accusations don't stop. "Ruined," he wails, his voice rising in pitch. "Sandy ruined breakfast. Now, broken!" Karen's heart races as she tries to soothe him, her voice calm and steady. "Plankton," she says, placing a gentle hand on his quivering arm. "It's okay. Let's make you a new plate." But Plankton's agitation only escalates, his eye wide with fear and anger at the sight of Sandy. "Sandy hurt Karen," he says, his voice shaky. "Sandy hurt Plankton. No good." "How'd I hurt..." Sandy starts, but Plankton's not gonna let her finish. "No good!" Plankton shouts, his antennae whipping around like tiny furious whips. Sandy's eyes widen with shock. She's never seen Plankton like this, not even when his plans were thwarted by Mr. Krabs. "I didn't mean to, Plankton," she stammers, her voice full of apology. But Plankton's rage is blind to her words, his mind locked onto the chaos she's brought into his life. "JUST LEAVE!" he screams, his antennae vibrating with fury. "BAD SANDY!" "Bad Sandy? I'm not a dog..." Sandy's voice trails off as she looks from Karen to Plankton, who's now rocking back and forth, his antennae flailing wildly. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice urgent but calm, "You need to breathe. Let's find a quiet place." She tries to guide him away from the table, but he resists, his eye locked on Sandy. "BAD SANDY!" he repeats, his voice high and frantic. Sandy's face falls, hurt and confusion etched on her features. She didn't understand, but she knew she needed to get Plankton to stop. So she took matters into her own hands. "PLANKTON," she bellows, her squirrelly instincts kicking in. Her voice cuts through the room like a knife, commanding his attention. Plankton's eye goes to her, his antennae stilled. "Quiet," he hissed, his body still tense. "Too loud." But Sandy won't let up. "Look at Karen," she says firmly. "Look at her, Plankton. Do you really think she'd wanna be with someone who'd hurt her?" Sandy gaslights. Plankton's gaze shifts. The room spins around him, his head throbbing with the cacophony of his thoughts. He feels like his brain's about to burst from the pressure, like a balloon filled with too much helium. Suddenly, Plankton's slipping into the abyss of overload. The room feels like it's closing in, sounds amplifying to intolerable levels, lights piercing his sensitive eye. His breathing turns erratic, his heart racing as if chasing an invisible foe. Karen catches Plankton before he can fall, as his legs buckled. Sandy's eyes widen in horror, seeing his distress. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice calm yet urgent. "Look at me, baby. Focus on my voice." But Plankton's eye is unseeing, his body convulsing with the onslaught of stimuli. She whispers, "It's okay," over and over again, hoping the comfort of her voice can penetrate the chaos in his mind. Sandy's eyes widen as she sees Plankton's condition worsening. She takes a step towards them, but Karen shakes her head. "No," she whispers, her screen never leaving his face. "Just us right now." Sandy nods, understanding dawning on her. She retreats to the corner of the room, giving them space.
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#KneeSurgery pt. 8 Sandy returns with Patrick, and Plankton seems to deflate. Patrick looks around, his gaze falling on the cast. "Hey, Plankton," he says, his voice loud. "What's with the...uh, whatchamacallit?" He points at the cast. Sandy winces. "It's for his leg, Patrick," she says. But Patrick's curiosity isn't deterred. He squats down, his eyes wide. "Can I see?" Plankton's antennae twitch in annoyance. "It's a cast, Patrick," he says sharply. Patrick reaches out, his finger poking. "Does it tickle?" Plankton jolts back, his antennae standing on end. "What are you doing?" he snaps. Sponge Bob watches the exchange, his concern for Plankton growing. He knows his friend's temper can flare up quickly, and he doesn't want this visit to cause more stress. "Patrick, maybe we should let Plankton rest," Sponge Bob suggests gently, his eyes pleading. Patrick looks disappointed, his hand retreating from the cast. "But I just wanted to..." "Patrick," Sandy sighs, her voice patient. "Let's go play with the jellyfish," she says, guiding him away from Plankton. Patrick pouts but follows, casting a backward glance at his cast. With the distraction gone, Plankton's mood improves marginally. He shifts on the floor, trying to get comfortable. Sponge Bob looks at him with understanding. "Is there anything I can do to make this easier?" he asks. Plankton's antennae twitch in thought. "Could you...help me to the wheelchair?" Sponge Bob nods, his spongy hands wrapping around the wheelchair handles. He lifts Plankton carefully, mindful of his injury. He helps Plankton into the chair, his friend wincing slightly as he adjusts his leg. Once Plankton's comfortable, Sponge Bob nods. "I've got an idea," he says, his eyes bright. "How about we go out and get Kelp shakes," Sponge Bob says, his voice filled with excitement. Plankton's antennae perk up at the suggestion. "Really?" he asks, his voice weak with hope. "But I can't go any-" "Don't worry," Sponge Bob says. He turns to Karen. "Is that okay?" Karen nods, her relief at the change in Plankton's demeanor evident. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she says. As they arrive at the Kelp Shake restaurant, Sponge Bob's cheerful demeanor doesn't waver. He waves hello to Larry the Lobster, his enthusiasm contagious. Plankton, though still in pain, tries to smile. "Thanks for doing this, Sponge Bob," he says, his voice grateful. "It's the least I could do," his friend responds, his eyes genuine, when SpongeBob's friend Larry comes over. "Hey, Larry!" Sponge Bob calls out, his voice cheerful, Larry's gaze flicking to Plankton's cast. "Plankton, what's with the new look?" Larry asks, his tone teasing. Plankton sighs. "It's a cast," he says. "A cast? For what?" "For my leg," Plankton says, his voice flat. Larry looks at him, his smile fading. "Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?" Plankton sighs, his shoulders slumping. "We're here for the shakes," Sponge Bob says, his tone light. "Can we get two, please?" Larry nods at the waiter, Larry's eyes still on Plankton. "Sure thing, Sponge Bob. And Plankton, if you ever need to talk abou–" "No, I don't," Plankton interrupts, his voice sharp. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly at his friend's tone. "Okay, okay," Larry says, his claws up. "Take it easy, bud..." The waiter returns with the kelp shakes, interrupting the moment. Sponge Bob quickly takes a sip, his eyes closing in appreciation. "Ah, this is just what we needed," he says. Plankton nods, taking a cautious sip. "It's not bad," he admits, his tone more subdued. The cool, minty flavor soothes him slightly, and he takes another sip, watching as Larry goes standing up so as to leave, when he accidentally runs into the wheelchair, causing Plankton's leg to bump into the table. "W-whoa, sorry, Plankton!" Larry says, his eyes wide with alarm. Plankton hisses in pain, as Sponge Bob quickly grabs hold of the wheelchair. "You okay?" Sponge Bob asks, his eyes filled with concern. Plankton nods stiffly, his face contorted. "It'll be fine," he says through gritted teeth. "It was just a bump. But it's still sensitive and now hurt-" "Let's get you home," Sponge Bob says, his face etched with worry. Plankton nods, his grip tightening on the armrests of the wheelchair as they both head back home. Karen sees them return back also notices Plankton's pained expression. "What happened?" she asks, rushing over. Sponge Bob explains quickly, his voice filled with apology. "It was just an accident," Plankton says, his voice strained. Karen moves to get his medication. "Here," she says, her hand shaking slightly as she hands him a pill and a cup of water. He takes it gratefully, swallowing it down without a word. Sponge Bob's eyes are filled with guilt. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "It's not your fault," Plankton says, his voice still tight with pain. "It's just...it's hard being like this." Sponge Bob's gaze flicks to the cast once more. "Is there anything else I can do?" he asks. Plankton sighs. "Just...keep me company," he says, his antennae drooping. Sponge Bob nods, his spirits visibly lifting. "You got it," he says. "How about we-" But before he can finish his sentence, the door swings open and in comes Patrick Star, his eyes wide with excitement. "Hi!" Sponge Bob's heart sinks. He knows what's coming next. "Patrick, what are you doing here?" Plankton snaps, his pain obvious. Patrick's smile doesn't fade. "I heard about your boo-boo!" he says, pointing at the cast. "And I brought you some jelly!" Sponge Bob sighs, his eyes darting to Karen, who gives him a tiny nod of encouragement. "Thanks, Patrick," he says, his voice strained. "But right now, Plankton needs to rest." Patrick's expression falls, his eyes wide and innocent. "But...but I just wanted to help make him feel better!" Plankton's antennae twitch with frustration. "You can help by letting me rest," he says, feeling the effects of the meds kick in. Patrick nods, his head bobbing. "Okay," he says. "But what if I sit quietly?" Plankton sighs. "Fine," he says, his exhaustion evident. "Just don't touch the cast." Sponge Bob nods gratefully at Patrick, his eyes silently thanking him. They sit quietly Plankton's eye begins to droop. "Looks like you're getting sleepy," Patrick teases Plankton. Plankton opens his eye with a glare. "I'm not sleepy," he says, his eyelid dropping again, Karen watching over them from the kitchen. Sponge Bob and Patrick sit down, their energy levels contrasting with Plankton's fatigue. Plankton's eye grows heavier, the medication doing its job. Patrick's gaze is on Plankton, who's eyelid is fluttering. "You're totally sleepy," Patrick says, his voice a mix of amusement and concern. "I'm not," Plankton mutters, his voice slurred. But it's clear that Plankton's fighting a losing battle, and Patrick's now giggling. Sponge Bob watches his friend, his heart heavy. He knows Plankton's stubbornness all too well. He turns to Karen, who nods. "Why don't you two keep him company?" she suggests. "I'll just be in the kitchen." Patrick nods, his eyes still on Plankton. "I'll sit right here," he says, plonking down next to his sleepy friend. Sponge Bob sits opposite, his eyes never leaving Plankton's blinking one.
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ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!
please dont put gross stuff here ! keep it to yourself or post it elsewhere, their is kids around 9 and a few years up here just trying to find cute symbols !! this is a safe space ^^ spread the word please :3
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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 8 (Autistic author) With Patrick gone, the room feels eerily quiet. Plankton lies on the floor, his body heaving with sobs. Each breath is a battle, a reminder of the pain still echoing through his body. Karen's screens flicker with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I'm sorry," she beeps, her voice a soft hum. She rolls over to him, her mechanical arms extending to offer comfort. "I didn't know he'd do that." Plankton's body shakes with sobs, his single eye squeezed shut. He whispers, "No more poking, Karen. No more." Karen's screens flicker with regret. "I'm so sorry, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle beep. She reaches out with one of her arms, carefully placing it around his tiny frame. "Let's get you up," she suggests, her movements slow and deliberate. With her help, Plankton manages to stand, his legs shaking like seaweed in a storm. She leads him to the couch. "Rest," she beeps, but he's too exhausted to respond. Karen sits beside him, her screens dimming as she watches him. The silence is a soothing balm to his frayed nerves, the hum of the Chum Bucket's systems a lullaby compared to the chaos of Patrick's laughter. "Karen," he whispers after a moment, his voice a weak static. Her screens light up with concern. "Yes, Plankton?" she beeps. "Plankton not want to go back to how it was," he whispers, his voice a fragile thread. "The stealing, the fighting." Karen's screens flicker with a sadness she rarely shows. "I know," she drapes a blanket over him, tucking him in. Her voice is a soothing beep. "You don't have to, Plankton. We'll find a new way." She caresses his shaky hand. Plankton nods, his eye finally closing in relief. The warmth of the blanket and Karen's gentle touch offer a semblance of calm in the storm of sensory overload, his crying slowing. "Thank Karen," he murmurs, his voice a tired static as he squeezes her hand once. Her screens glow with affection. "You're welcome, Plankton," she beeps. "Rest now." She dims the lights once more, watching over him as she held his hand. Plankton's body finally stills, the storm of sensations receding as he surrenders to sleep. Karen's screens flicker with a quiet relief. She sits beside him.
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guys i being see dumb shit like this post if you like god shit like god give no fuck about you you dumb shit i hope you get hit by a pick up truck this is not fucking tik toc dumb shit god dose not love he dose not give a fuck about you go to hell get the fuck out dumb shits🤫🧏‍♂️🤫🧏‍♂️🤫🧏‍♂️you have no gyatt no rizz and no aura ²⁰⁰⁹
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