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"Honey, did you take out the trash?" Karen called out to the living room. The only reply was the distant sound of the TV playing a sitcom laugh track. She sighed. Going into the living room, Karen found her husband, Plankton, sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly. The TV's blue light flickered over his face. She looked around the room, the piles of laundry, the dusty bookshelves, and the half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table. It was a mess, but she knew better than to wake him. Plankton had been working long hours at the chum factory lately, trying to make ends meet. His snoring grew louder, and she felt a wave of affection mixed with concern. Gently, she covered his legs with a blanket and bent to kiss his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn't wake up. In the kitchen, Karen grabbed a cup of coffee, the warmth and aroma grounding her for the evening ahead. The fridge hummed a low lullaby, reminding her of the chores left to do. The sink was full of dirty dishes, remnants of dinner. A pot with half-eaten chum congealed on the stovetop. Karen rolled up her sleeves, determined to tackle the chaos. She knew Plankton was exhausted from work. The clanking of pots and pans echoed through the tiny kitchen as she washed and sorted, her mind racing with thoughts of their future. A knock at the door startled her. She dried her hands on a towel, leaving wet spots like tears on the fabric. It was Hanna, her best friend since high school. Karen had not seen Hanna in weeks, and the sight of her brought a smile. Hanna was a burst of energy. "Hi, Karen! How's it going?" Hanna's voice was a mix of sweetness and the sharpness of someone who had seen too much of the world. She scanned the room, taking in the clutter, the stale smell of overworked air, and Plankton's snoring. "Hey, Hanna," Karen managed, her voice soft to not disturb his sleep. "It's been a bit hectic, but we're making do." Hanna stepped in, eyeing the mess sympathetically. "Looks like you could use a hand," she said, already grabbing a dish towel. Karen's smile grew. "You read my mind. Thanks." Hanna tossed the towel over her shoulder, ready to jump into the fray. "You know me," she said with a wink. "I've never been one to shy away from a mess." The two of them worked side by side, the rhythm of their movements harmonizing as they cleared the kitchen. Karen felt the tension in her shoulders begin to ease as Hanna filled the room with stories of her latest adventures, a welcome distraction from the monotony of chores. As the last plate was put away, the fridge closed with a satisfying click, Karen leaned against the counter. Hanna looked at her. "You've been carrying a lot, haven't you?" she asked, her voice gentle. Karen nodded, her eyes welling up. "It's just that with Plankton's job, and the bills..." Hanna pulled her into a tight hug. "I know, sweetie. You're doing the best you can." They sat down in the living room, the clean kitchen a testament to their friendship's strength. Hanna's screen searched Karen's for a sign of the spark that used to be there. "I can't remember the last time we went out together," Hanna said. "You two deserve a break." Karen's screen lit up at the suggestion, but quickly dimmed. "We can't afford it," she said, sighing. "Not with the overtime Plankton's been doing." Hanna leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, I might have a little surprise for you," she said. Karen looked up, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" Hanna pulled out a small envelope from her pocket and handed it to her friend. "A gift," she said with a sly smile. "A check from my winning lottery ticket." Karen's eyes widened as she opened the envelope. "Hanna, no!" she protested. "You can't just give us your winnings!" Hanna's smile didn't waver. "I can, and I want to. You've been there for me through everything. It's about time I returned the favor. Besides," she said with a wink, "what's a little chum between friends?" Karen's hands trembled as she read the check. It was more than enough to cover their rent and bills for several months. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she hugged Hanna tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. The weight of financial stress lifted slightly from her shoulders, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest. For a moment, the world didn't seem so overwhelming. Hanna pulled back, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. "Now, don't spend it all in one place," she teased. Karen laughed, the sound small but genuine. "I won't," she promised, the check clutched in her hand. "We'll use it wisely." The two of them sat quietly for a while, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The TV had switched to the news, and the low murmur of the anchor's voice filled the room. Plankton's snoring had become a comforting white noise. Hanna looked at Plankton, her expression thoughtful. "You know, I've always admired the way you take care of him," she said. "It can't be easy." Karen nodded, her thumb tracing the edges of the check. "It's not," she admitted. "But he's my Plankton. I love him, even when he's exhausting." Her gaze drifted to the sleeping form of her husband. Plankton's snores grew more even, his face finally relaxed. The lines of stress that usually pinched his features had smoothed out in sleep. Karen knew that Plankton had always dreamed of more than his life at the chum factory could offer. He was a man of ambition, his spirit too large for the cramped quarters they called home. Her thoughts turned to the gift from Hanna. The check represented more than just money; it was a beacon of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could finally start working towards those dreams.
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𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖬 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 Pt. 14 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) Karen and Chip go back to the living room. Plankton's still doing the Nosferatu puzzle at the coffee table. He looked up at his wife and son as they entered. Karen knew to approach him gently. "How's it going?" she asks, her voice soft, not wanting to startle. Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, and he formed the 'Okay' sign with his hand. It was a simple word, but it spoke volumes. Karen took a seat on the couch across from Plankton, giving him the distance he needed. Chip sat beside her, his eyes glued to the puzzle. They sat in silence. The only sound were the soft clicks of the puzzle pieces being placed. Karen noticed that Chip's hands open, for he wished to try communicating Plankton's signs. She looks at Plankton. "Could I sit with you?" Karen asked, her voice softer than usual. Plankton's eye met hers, his antennae twitching once. He signed 'Yes'. Chip's hand shot up, eager to show he'd learned. He signed 'Yes' too, his movements clumsy but understood. Plankton nodded slightly, his antennae drooping a little less. He took a deep breath, focusing on his puzzle again. The room was still, the only sounds the occasional click of puzzle pieces fitting into place. Chip watched his dad, his heart aching. He knew his dad wasn't mad at him, but he couldn't shake the feeling of rejection. He wanted to help, to fix whatever was broken, but he didn't know how. Karen noticed Chip's sadness. "It's not you, sweetie," she whispers. "He's just trying to keep it all together. It's like when you get so upset you can't even talk. Remember?" Chip nods. He'd had his share of overwhelming moments too. "But he loves us," Karen adds, her voice firm. "It's just his way of showing it right now." Plankton looks up at Karen. His antennae twitch again, his hand moving in a pattern Chip hadn't seen. 'Need Less Sound'. Karen nods, her eyes understanding. She glances at Chip, who's looking at his dad with a mix of sorrow and curiosity. "What does that mean?" Chip asks, his voice barely a murmur. Karen smiles gently, her eyes meeting Chip's. "It means he wants us to be quieter," she explains. "Let's keep our voices down, okay?" Chip nods solemnly. So, they sit. They sat in the quiet, each of them trying their best to keep their movements to a minimum. Plankton's hands continue to work on the puzzle, his antennae occasionally twitching as he searches for the right pieces. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Plankton flinched. Karen looks out of the peephole to see Hanna, her old friend. "Huh; my friend Hanna's here." Neither Plankton nor Chip have met her. "Mom, does she know about Dad's aut-" "No," Karen says quickly, cutting Chip off. She glances at Plankton, his antennae twitching rapidly. "It's not up to you to tell her about it, Chip. Plankton, I know you're still recovering from yesterday and it's fine if you wanna sign in front of her, you don't have to talk." She then opens the door. "Hi, Karen!" Hanna says. Karen gives her a hug. "Hey Hanna; you haven't met my family yet.." Hanna steps into the living room. "Hi, Ms. Hanna," Chip says. "My name is Chip." Hanna smiles. "Well hello there Chip!" Hanna gives him a hug before turning to Plankton. "I'm guessing you must be Karen's husband?" Karen nods silently. "This is my husband, Plankton." Plankton looks up at Hanna, his antennae twitching. He signs quickly. 'Hello'. Hanna's eyes widen. "Oh," she says, her voice filled with surprise. "Uhm– I'm glad to meet you?" She held out her hand, hoping he'd shake it. But Plankton doesn't move. His antennae twitch again, his hand forming the 'No' sign. Karen then steps in. "Hanna, Plankton's feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. Could we maybe talk in the kitchen?" Hanna nods, looking slightly confused. "Sure," she says. Chip follows his mom, glancing back at his dad. Plankton's gaze doesn't leave the puzzle. Karen decides not to bring up Plankton. Yet Hanna's curious. "Is Plankton deaf?" Hanna asks, her voice hushed. "He seemed a bit... off?" Karen sighs, her eyes darting back to the living room. "He's just having a tough day," she says, her tone carefully neutral. "So what brings you here, Hanna?" "Oh, I just wanted to stay due to home renovations," Hanna says. "But if you're not feeling up to it..." Karen shakes her head. "No, no. We're okay." But she's not sure if Plankton will like this temporary change. "You can stay in the guest room, Hanna." Hanna nods. She and Chip followed Karen back into the living room, where Plankton still worked on the puzzle. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice gentle. "Hanna's going to stay with us for a bit." Plankton's antennae twitch sharply, his hand moving quickly. 'How Long?' he asks, his signs a silent question. "Shouldn't be more than a week," Karen answers, as Hanna watched with wide eyes. Karen notices the concern in Plankton's gaze. "Remember what we talked about?" Karen reminds him. "Routines can be altered for a short time. It's okay." Plankton's hand moves again, forming the 'Okay' sign, though his antennae still twitch with anxiety. Karen smiles, her eyes warm. Hanna looks from Karen to Plankton, her confusion growing. "Is he okay?" she asks, her voice low. Karen nods. "Yes," she says. But Chip jumps in, eager to explain. "My dad is–" "Chip," Karen interrupts. "It is okay. Hanna will be here until her house is fixed up." Plankton's antennae twitched again, his eye slightly wider. 'Now?' his hand signs. Karen shakes her head. "Just a week, honey. We need to spend some time with Hanna." Plankton sighs, his body slumping. He doesn't move from his spot on the couch, his gaze never leaving the puzzle. Hanna just stared. "What's his deal?" Hanna whispers, her eyes darting between Karen and Plankton. "It's a bit of a sensitive topic," Karen says, her voice a mix of apology and concern. She looks at Plankton, who's now signing 'Space'. "But, is he ok?" Hanna asks, her voice a mix of worry and curiosity. "He's ok," Karen assures, her gaze focused on Plankton. "My da-" "Chip," Karen interjects before her son can finish. "It's up to your dad if he wants to elaborate." Chip nods, looking back to the puzzle. Hanna frowns. The tension in the room is palpable. Plankton's antennae are in a constant state of twitching as he tries to make sense of this new development. His world has been thrown into chaos by the sudden intrusion of an unfamiliar person. He signs 'Too Much', his hands shaking slightly. Karen nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know it's a lot," she says. "But it's for a week, and she'll make sure to be respectful, okay?" Plankton's antennae slow their erratic dance, and he nods once, his hand moving to form the 'Okay' sign. Yet Hanna doesn't understand his Sign Language.
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