𝖳𝖮 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖣 pt. 13
Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous
https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all
Read the Autism And All one first!
Mr. Krabs calls over
his top chef, SpongeBob.
"SpongeBob!" He yells. "We're
going to start an 'Autism
Awareness Day' at the Krusty
Krab!" Sponge Bob's eyes widen in
excitement. "Oh, Mr. Krabs that's
so nice! Wait, when did you figure
out I have it?"
Sponge Bob's revelation
silences the room for a moment.
Timmy looks at him with a new
found respect. "You do?" He asks.
"Yeah, I was diagnosed when I
was a kid," SpongeBob says,
his eyes shyly looking down at
his spatula. "But for me, I can have
a hard time telling when people
are sad or angry. But I also feel like
it's what makes me so good at
my job. I've memorized the entire
employee handbook!" He laughs.
"I haven't met anyone that I know
of, other than you now Timmy, who's
autistic though."
Mr. Krabs nods, his gaze
thoughtful. "I had no idea,"
he says. "But you know what?
That's a strength. And from now
on, we're going to make the
Krusty Krab a place where
everyone feels welcome,
especially our autistic
friends. I'd no idea, Sponge
Bob! But if ye ever feel like ye
need to talk, me office is always open!"
The next day, Mr. Krabs
announces to the town that the
Krusty Krab will be hosting an
Autism Awareness Day, where
the menu will have additions to
cater to the sensory needs of
autistic customers. The news
spreads fast, and soon, families
with autistic children are
lining up outside the restaurant.
So after Chip left for school,
Plankton sneaks a peek at the rival
restaurant. Krabs is outside,
chatting with Sponge Bob, who's
now wearing a neon badge that
reads 'Autism Awareness
Champion'. Plankton watches,
his antennae twitching with
confusion. He's not used to
seeing his enemy being... nice?
"Karen, do you see Krabs?
The guy who's stepped on
me is calling himself a friend
to autistics! I don't know whether
to laugh or cry.." Plankton says.
Karen nods, her gaze
following Plankton's. "Well,
he doesn't know yo--"
"I know," Plankton cuts
in, his voice tight. "But it's
still...it's just..." He can't find
the words. "It's just weird. I'm
sneaking over there." And
without waiting for Karen's
response, Plankton bolts.
His tiny legs carry him
quickly, his
eye locked on Krabs. He
decides to eavesdrop.
Krabs is speaking to a
mother with a young boy. "Your son
is welcome here," he says.
"I promise we'll do our
best to accommodate him."
She smiles gratefully.
Plankton watches, his heart racing.
Krabs, the man who has
caused him so much grief, is
now advocating for the very
thing he's struggled with
his entire life. It's unsettling.
He sees Krabs gently guide a
nonverbal child away from the noise and
bustle of the kitchen.
Inside, there's a quiet
play area with fidget toys and
weighted blankets. The menu
now includes sensory-friendly
options, and the staff is
wearing pins with the same
message as SpongeBob's badge.
"Autism Awareness
Champion." Plankton's mind
whirs. He made sure Krabs never
found out about his autism, so he
can perhaps act like he also
belongs, and watch Krabs hypocrisy
when he taunts his secretly autistic
enemy! Plankton chuckles as he goes
to the register when Krabs spots him.
"What are ye doing here?"
Mr. Krabs barks. "Plankton, you
know you're not welcome!"
Plankton's antennae twitch, trying
to hide the urge to smirk.
"Gimme a patty," Plankton says,
his voice deliberately casual.
Mr. Krabs' eyes narrow. "I don't
think so," he says, his tone cold.
"You're just here to steal me
formular!" Plankton's antennae
twitch in annoyance, but he
plays along. "No, Mr. Krabs,"
he says, his voice measured. "I
just came for a bite to eat.
Thought I'd support your...new
initiative." His voice is heavy
with sarcasm, but Mr. Krabs
misses the cue.
"Initiative?" He snaps his
claws. "It's not just an
initiative, it's about respect!
Understanding! We're making
this p-" "Yeah, right," Plankton
says, forcing a smirk. "As if yo--"
"Plankton, how many times
do I have to tell ye?" Mr. Krabs
sighs, his eyes flashing with
frustration. "You're not welcome
here; never will you
get to taste the Krabby Patty!"
But Plankton's mind is racing.
He can't believe what he's
seeing. Mr. Krabs, the man who's
always dismissed his differences,
now embracing autism? It's like a
twisted joke that he's not in on.
He watches as Krabs helps
another child, this one with a
headset to block out the noise.
The sight makes him feel both
angry and...envious? So he
stayed stubbornly firm, wanting
to see how far this can go.
Mr. Krabs crosses his arms.
"I'm just trying to do the
right thing. I have a
friend," he says. "Someone
special. And I've learned
that everyone deserves to be
seen for who they are." Plankton's
eye widens slightly, but he
keeps his poker face. "Is that so?"
He says. "Well, I des-"
"But you," Mr. Krabs says, his
voice hard. "You're just
here to cause trouble."
Plankton feels a pang of
frustration. How could Krabs be
so blind to his own
hypocrisy? "Krabs, you don't kno—"
But Mr. Krabs won't let him finish.
"No, Plankton," he says. "You
don't get to play this game
with me today. This isn't about
you. It's about autistics, who deserve
a place where they can be
themselves without worry."
Plankton's smirk fades, his
eye darting around the room,
seeing the smiling faces of
the customers. "I am a-"
"You're just here to steal
my recipe!" Mr. Krabs roars,
cutting Plankton off. "I'm not
stupid like you, and I'm not
gonna let the likes of you ruin
this for everyone else.."
The claws come down, hard and
sharp, pinching Plankton's arm.
He yelps in pain, his eye
widening. The room goes blurry
around the edges as he feels the
sting, the pain.
Mr. Krabs' face is a mask of
fury, his eyes narrowed to
slits. "Get out," he says, his
voice cold. "You're not welcome
here."
But Plankton is frozen, his
body trembling with the sudden
flare of pain. He tries to pull
away, his voice a mix of
surprise and anger. "What are
you doing?" He stammers. "You're
hurt-"
Mr. Krabs' grip tightens, his
claws digging into Plankton's skin.
"I said, get out," he repeats, his
voice like steel. "You're not
welcome here." Plankton feels
his cheeks burning with
humiliation and rage. How dare
this crustacean, who has never
understood him, claim to be an
ally to his kind? He
wrenches his arm free, rubbing
the red marks. But then
Mr. Krabs' fist comes down,
connecting with Plankton's
already hurt arm.
The pain is sudden and
intense, like a bolt of lightning
shooting through his body.
Plankton's legs give out, and
his vision swims, but his
body won't respond. He can
feel the overwhelm started
happening in his brain, a
sensation he's felt many times
before. It's like the world is
spinning around him, but he's
stuck in place. He's gonna
have a generalized non-motor
seizure, and he knows it.
The customers gasp, and Mr.
Krabs' eyes widen. "What's
going on?" He yells, his voice
echoing in Plankton's ears.
The world goes quiet, and
Plankton can feel his body
twitching, his muscles
spasming in response to the
electrical storm in his brain.
Another seizure, another
complete loss of control.
He hits the floor, his
body convulsing. He tries to
call out for help, but the only
thing that comes out is a garbled
mess of sounds, his mouth
not quite forming the words
he needs. His vision flickers,
going in and out like a broken
neon sign. He can hear
voices around him, but they're
muted.
Spongebob rushes over, his
eyes wide. "Mr. Krabs, what's
wrong with him?" He asks.
Mr. Krabs is frozen, his fists
still clenched. "I don't know,"
he says, his voice tight. "I just
hurt his arm..."
One of the customer's
eyes widen with
realization. "It's a
seizure," she says.
Sponge Bob's eyes widen,
his spatula dropping to
the floor with a clatter.
"Mr. Krabs, we have to help
him! I'll get a first aid
kit!" He yells, his voice
shaking.
The mother with the
flapping child kneels beside
Plankton, her face a mask of
understanding. "I've seen this
happen before. It can happen to
some autistic people, as a result
of stress or sensory overload."
She says, as Sponge Bob returns
with the first aid kit.
The mother sighs, her eyes
never leaving Plankton. "I've
seen it happen to my son,"
she says gently. "It's part of his
autism. It's called a
non-epileptic seizure. It's not to
dangerous, yet it can be
scary for him."
Mr. Krabs stammers;
"I didn't know," he says, his voice
small. "I just..." His gaze
drops to the floor, as he finally
realizes that Plankton is
a part of the community he's
supposed to be championing.
The room is a blur of
movement around Plankton as
the staff and customers scramble to
help, but all he can focus on is
the pain in his arm, the embarrassment.
Sponge Bob returns with a first
aid kit, eyes wide with concern
as he goes to bandage the arm.
"Here, let me help," he says, his
touch is surprisingly comforting
as he carefully wraps the
bandage around the injured area.
Plankton can feel the warmth
of his compassion through the
cotton material.
The mother nods. "It's just his way
of dealing with it all. Sometimes,
their bodies just...react." She
pauses, her gaze flicking to Mr.
Krabs, who is still standing
frozen with shock. "But it's not
always like this. Sometimes,
they just need extra
understanding."
Mr. Krabs stammers, his gaze
falling to Plankton's twitching
form. "He's... autistic, too."
"Yes, he's having a non-
epileptic seizure," the mother says
gently. "It's something that
can happen to some autistics
when overwhelmed."
Mr. Krabs watches, his
claws trembling slightly. "I'm
so sorry, Plankton," he says, his
voice filled with genuine regret.
"I didn't know Plankton, can ye
hear me?"
Plankton's body gradually
stills, the storm in his brain
passing. His eye flutters
open, and he looks up to see
Mr. Krabs and Sponge Bob hovering
above him, the mother still
beside him.