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𝖣𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖤 𝖣𝖨𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) 𝗉𝗍. 13 But instead of the joy Chip had anticipated, a flicker of discomfort crossed Plankton's face. Plankton's antennae flattened as he looked at the picture, his expression unreadable. "What's wrong, Dad?" Chip asked, his excitement fading as he saw the tension in his father's eye, for Plankton's hand tightened around the drawing, his mouth a thin line. "It's not a super power," Plankton said, his voice sharp. "It's a disorder." He threw the paper to the ground. "It's not something for you to make a game out of." Chip's eyes widened in shock. "But, I thought... you said it made you special," he stuttered. "Special?" Plankton's voice grew louder, his body tensing up. "I can't go to the store without flapping my hands. I can't even look people in the eye. That's not special, Chip. I'm not your little project." Chip's smile disappeared, his eyes filling with confusion. "I just wanted to make you feel better," he said, his voice small. "Well, it doesn't!" Plankton snapped, his antennae quivering. "It doesn't change anything! You don't get to just decide it's a super power because you want it to be!" Chip's eyes filled with tears as he stared at his dad, who was now sitting up in bed, his voice rising with every word. "It's not a game, Chip. It's my life!" Karen awoke and sat up in bed, concern etched on her face at the commotion. "Sheldon," she said, her voice calm, "what's going on?" Plankton took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "He's making fun of me," he said, his voice quivering. "I'm not making fun of you, Dad," Chip said, his eyes wide with fear. "I just wanted to make you hap–" But Plankton's anger can't be stopped. "I don't need you to make it into something it's not!" he interrupted, his antennae quivering with rage. "It's not cute or heroic! It's exhausting, confusing, and often painful!" Karen stood up. "What happened?" She asks, looking at them. "I just made him a drawing," Chip said, his voice shaking. "To make him feel better." He hands it to her, and she looked at it as understanding dawns on her features. "Plankton he didn't mean to make fun," she said, picking up the crumpled paper. "He's trying to understand and support you. But I can see how it might have upset you." Chip looks confused. "But..." "I know, honey," Karen cuts in gently. "But let's remember, your dad's had a hard time with this his whole life. He's not used to people trying to make it seem... glamorous. It's just his reality, not a costume he can take off. Yet I know you meant well." She turns to Plankton, her voice firm but kind. "Honey, I know you're upset, but you have to understand Chip's just trying to connect and show his love in his own way. He's still learning." Plankton's antennae stop quivering, and he sighs. "I know, Karen," he says. "But it's NOT a toy, it's NOT A GAME!" Karen nods, setting the drawing down on the dresser. "I know, sweetie," she says softly. "But let's talk to Chip abou–" But Plankton's anger isn't abating. "Why can't he ju—" Karen cuts him off. "Let's not do this, okay?" she says, her tone firm but gentle. "Let's not fight." But Plankton can't let it go. "It's not fair!" he says, his body tense but shaky. "I have to deal with this every day, and now you want me to pretend it's never been anything but positive?" He felt his ears ringing and Karen knew the look of overstimulation well. But he's not quite done with anger yet. "Dad," Chip says, his voice small. "I didn't mean to make yo--" "I SAID ENOUGH!" Plankton shouts, and Karen knew that a seizure's edge was near. The overwhelming emotion was too much for him to handle, his headache likely growing by the second. The room grew tense, his antennae quivering with frustration. He stood up, his body shaking slightly, his eye unfocused. "I DON'T LIKE IT!" he yelled. Karen saw the first signs of a seizure starting to form as his breaths quickened. "Plankton, you outta sit down," Karen urged, knowing what stress can do. Sure enough, his body jerked, and he stumbled slightly. Chip's eyes grew wide in terror as he saw his dad's knees give way. Karen rushed over to Plankton, knowing his seizures like the back of her hand, lowering Plankton gently to the floor. Plankton's eye rolls back into his head, his limbs jerking uncontrollably as he was gripped by the seizure. Chip watched, his heart racing. This was the second time he'd seen this, and it was just as terrifying. "It's okay, honey," she whispered to Chip. "This is what we talked about. Remember? Stay calm, don't touch him, and it'll be over soon." Chip nodded, his eyes fixed on his father. Karen quickly moved any sharp objects out of the way, then she knelt beside Plankton, her hand steadying his head, her voice calm and soothing. "It's okay," she murmured. "I'm here." Chip felt guilty as his father's body shook violently. Chip felt his throat tighten as he watched, his heart racing. He knew he had to be strong for his dad. He took a deep breath and whispered, "I'm sorry," hoping the words would penetrate the chaos of Plankton's mind. "It's all my fa-" But he's cut off by his mother's firm voice. "Chip, now is not the time," Karen says, her eyes never leaving Plankton's convulsing form. "This is NOT your fault. Just stay calm and keep talking to him. It'll help him feel safe." Chip nods, his voice steadying as he watches his dad's body contort. He speaks softly, his words meant to soothe. "Dad," he whispers, "I love you. It's okay, you're okay."

𝖠𝖣𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖠𝖡𝖫𝖤 𝖥𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖸 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) Pt. 13 "You're a ret-" Chip screams. The words hang heavy in the air, each one a knife to Plankton's heart. He's spent his whole life trying to prove he's not, and in one moment, his son has reduced him to a cruel epithet. He feels the sting of tears in his eye, but his body won't let them fall. He's frozen, his mind racing. What did he do wrong? How could his own flesh and blood say something so hurtful? Karen jumps to her feet, her face a mask of fury. "Chip," she says, her voice dangerously calm. "That's enough." Chip turns to his mom, his eyes wide and wet. "But he just doesn't get it," he wails. Karen takes a deep breath, her eyes on her son, her voice steady. "Chip, Dad is not that word. He's autistic, and that means he processes things differently. He's always trying to understand you, just like you're trying to understand him." Chip's anger subsides, now replaced by guilt and confusion. He looks at Plankton, who's still frozen on the bench. "But I just wanted him to be happy for me," Chip says, his voice small. Karen kneels beside him, taking his hand. "And he is," she says firmly. "You just have to learn how to read his emotions differently." Chip frowns. "What do you mean?" He asks her. Karen takes a deep breath, her heart aching for both her son and her husband. "Your dad shows his love and pride in his own way, Chip. Sometimes, it's not the same as everyone else's." She looks at Plankton, who's still sitting on the bench, his antennae drooped low. "But that doesn't mean it's not there," she adds softly. "His autism just makes it harder for him to show it like other people do." Chip looks at Plankton, his chest tightening with regret. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely a whisper. Plankton doesn't move, but his antennae twitch slightly. "Dad, I'm sorry!" Chip repeats, his voice stronger. Plankton blinks, his eye swiveling towards Chip. "I don't get it," he said, his voice flat. "Chip what makes you think I wasn't pro-" But Chip doesn't let him finish. "You never cheer," he says, his voice breaking. "You never clap, you never jump around. You're always so still and quiet. It's like you don't even care. You say you're proud, but you don't show i---" Karen cuts him off with a gentle squeeze of his hand. "That's not true, Chip," she says, her voice calm. "Your dad shows his feelings in his own way. It's just different from what we're used to." She turns to Plankton, her expression softening. "Plankton, can you tell Chip how you felt when you heard he won?" But Plankton's in his own world now. "Chip won, Chip won, Chip won," he repeats, his eye unfocused. "I'm proud but, you don't show it, I'm sorry. I'm proud, I'm proud, Chip won. I'm proud. But you don't show it, I'm sorry," he says to the empty air. "Chip won." His voice is monotone, his body rocking slightly, his stim. "Chip, I'm proud, Chip won. But you don't show it. I'm sorry. I'm proud, I'm proud, I'm proud," he murmurs. The words repeat like a broken record, each one more painful than the last. Karen sighs, her heart breaking for her husband, and also her son. Chip stares at him. Plankton's stim doesn't stop, tears in his eye. "I'm proud, Chip won, I'm sorry. I'm proud," he continues, upset at himself. Karen steps forward, her eyes filling with compassion. "Plankton, you're doing just fine," she says, trying to cut through the repetitive phrase. "We know you're proud. It's okay." But Plankton's stim doesn't stop. "I'm proud. But you don't show it, I'm sorry. Chip won." His voice is mechanical, his thoughts locked in a painful loop. Karen sits beside him. "It's okay," she soothes. "Chip knows you're proud. You don't have to keep saying it." But the words don't stop, the stim a shield against his son's pain. "I'm proud, but you don't show it, I'm sorry. Chip won." His voice cracks, his antennae quivering with each syllable. Karen wraps her arm around his shoulders, pulling him into her embrace. "You're doing great, Plankton. We're all proud of Chip. We just have to remembe---" But Plankton can't stop, the phrase playing like a broken record in his mind. "I'm proud, but you don't show it, I'm sorry," he whispers, his antennae drooping. He can't look at his son, the hurt in Chip's eyes too much to bear. "Chip won." His voice is a whisper now, his body still. Karen's arms tighten around his shoulders. "It's okay, Plankton," she soothes. "You're doing your best." But he can't hear her over the hurt. "I'm proud," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I'm proud." Chip watches, his tears falling freely now. "Dad," he says, his voice thick with sorrow. "I know you're proud of me. I know you love me!" But Plankton's stim continues, his voice a sad refrain. "I'm proud, but you don't show it, I'm sorry. Chip won." Karen's eyes fill with tears. "Chip," she says softly, "Your dad's stim is his way of coping with his emotions right now. He's trying to say he's proud, but his brain's stuck in a loop." Chip wipes at his own tears, his heart aching. "I didn't mean to make him sad," he whispers. "I just wanted him to be happy." Karen nods, her own eyes wet. "I know, sweetheart," she says, her voice soothing. "And yet, it's hard for people with autism to show their feelings the way we do. And right now, your dad's feeling a lot of things. He's sorry he can't be like everyone else, but he's also really proud of you."

𝖬𝖸 𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖣𝖠𝖣 Pt. 5 by NeuroFabulous Finally Plankton's eye focused slightly, and he looked from Chip to Karen. He tried to sit up, but his body was still weak. "What happened?" he asked, his voice confused as he wiped the drool from his mouth. Karen took a deep breath, her heart swelling with love for her husband. "You had a seizure, sweetie," she said, her voice gentle. "But you're okay now." Plankton's antennae twitched, his mind racing as he tried to understand. He looked from Karen to Chip, his son's face still wet with tears. "Chip...I'm...I'm sorry," he stuttered, his body still trembling. Chip smiled tentatively, his eyes never leaving his dad's face. "It's okay, Dad," he said. "I just want you to be okay." The room was silent for a moment, filled only with the sound of Plankton's labored breathing. Karen felt relief, but she knew the conversation they had put off was now unavoidable. "Plankton," she began, her voice calm and steady. "Chip saw you having a seizure. And he heard me talking about your... neurodisability." She paused, trying to find the right words. "We need to tell him more about your autism. Why don't you start telling him?" Plankton looked at his wife, his face a canvas of fear and uncertainty. But he knew she was right. He had to tell Chip. He took a deep breath. "I'm autistic; I was born this way. It's like...my brain is a different operating system," he began, his voice shaking. Chip's eyes widened in interest, his curiosity overriding his fear. "But what's that mean?" "It means," he began, "that sometimes my brain does things differently than yours. And when it gets overwhelmed, like with too much noise or too many people, I might have a reaction that looks like what, whatever you saw." Chip's curiosity grew, his fear dissipating. "So, you're like a... a... a..." He searched for the right word, his mind racing. And then it slipped out. "A ret-..." Chip whispered, his voice filled with innocence. The room went cold, Karen's heart sinking as she saw the look on Plankton's face. Without another word, Plankton abruptly got up, leaving Chip's room and slamming the door behind him. Chip looked at her, his eyes questioning. "Mom," Chip said, his voice small and scared, "Wh-" "Chip," Karen said, her voice sharp, "That's not a word you should use to describe your dad!" She was upset, hurt by the ignorance his innocent question had revealed. Chip's smile disappeared, replaced by confusion. "But I didn't do anyth—" "Chip," Karen interrupted, her voice firm. "What you just said was hurtful. His autism is no..." Karen took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "You need to understand that words can hurt, especially when you don't know what you're talking about. Because that term, it's not nice, and it's not what we say to describe neurodisabled people." Chip looked down at his hands, his cheeks flushing. He hadn't meant to hurt his dad, hadn't even known what he was saying was wrong. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice small. Karen took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knew Chip was just a child, trying to make sense. "It's okay," she said finally, her voice softer. "But we have to learn to be careful with our words." She took his hand. "Let's go talk to him together." They found Plankton on his own bed, his back to them, sniffling. "Dad," Chip called out, his small voice breaking the silence. "I di-" But Plankton's body tensed, his antennae shooting up in alarm. "I don't want to talk to you," he said, angrily. "I need to be alone." Karen's heart broke for them both. She knew that this was a pivotal moment, one that could either push them apart or bring them closer. She took a step forward. "Plankton, Chip just wants to underst--" But Plankton's voice was harsh. "No." Chip took a step back, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. He hadn't meant to upset his dad. "But Dad," he began again, his voice trembling. Karen stepped in, placing a gentle hand on Chip's shoulder. "Just give him some space," she said, her voice calm but firm. "He's upset, and needs time to process." Chip nodded, his eyes still on his dad's back. He felt a mix of guilt and sorrow. He knew he'd hurt his dad. "Ok," he murmurs. Karen squeezed Chip's shoulder, her eyes never leaving Plankton's tense form. She knew he was in a world of his own, trying to soothe his overstimulated brain. She watched as he began to rub his hand against the bed's fabric, a stim of his. It was a motion she had seen a thousand times before. With a heavy heart, she knew she had to approach Plankton gently. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes locked onto his back. "Plankton," she said softly. "I know you're upset." Plankton's shoulders tightened, but he didn't turn around. Karen's hand was steady as she reached out to touch his arm. But he flinched, pulling away. She moved closer, her hand on his shoulder. "Plankton," she said softly. "Please, talk to me. We love you." He didn't respond, but his stims slowed. Karen knew his autism made it hard for him to express himself, especially when he was overwhelmed. She sat beside him, her hand on his back. "You're okay," she whispers, her voice gentle. Plankton's body stiffened, his antennae drooping. "I'm not okay," he murmured, his voice thick with self-loathing. "I am not feeling okay right now." Karen's eyes searched his face, her heart aching. "I know," she said, her voice soothing. "But you're not alone." She paused, her hand still on his back. "Chip's just trying to understand." Plankton's body was still tense, his breathing erratic. "I don't want him to see me like this," he whispered. "I don't want others to see me like this." Karen wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. "But that's what makes you, you," she said, her voice firm but filled with love. "And we love you just the way you are." Plankton's shoulders began to shake as he finally let out a sob. He buried his face in her chest, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. Karen held him tightly, whispering words of comfort. "You're not weak," she said firmly. "You're different, and that's ok. You're still the stubborn, brave, strong man I fell in love with." Her words were like a balm to his tortured soul.

𝖬𝖸 𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖣𝖠𝖣 Pt. 6 by NeuroFabulous Plankton's sobs grew softer, his body slowly relaxing into hers. He's exhausted from today's events, and his eye had fluttered shut. Karen stroked his back, her mind racing. They needed to explain to Chip about autism, and they needed to do it now. It was time to break the silence and start a conversation that was long overdue. "Chip," she called out, her voice gentle, "can you come back here, sweetie?" Chip came, his eyes red from crying. He slowly approached, his heart racing. "Dad?" Plankton's eye then flitted open, and he looked at his wife, then his son. He felt so tired, his mind a jumbled mess. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his eye half-lidded with fatigue. "Don't be sorry," Karen said. "Come sit," she beckoned to Chip, who approached slowly. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving his dad's face. Plankton's eye was half-closed, his body heavy with sleep. Karen knew the emotional outburst had exhausted him. "What's autism, Mom?" Chip's voice was filled with curiosity. "It's a part of your dad's brain," Karen began, carefully choosing her words. "It's something he was born with." Chip looked at her, his eyes still wide with question. "But what does it do?" Karen took a deep breath, stroking Plankton's back. "Well," she said, "it makes him see the world a little differently. Sometimes, his brain gets really busy, like when there's a lot of noise or when things are too bright. It can be hard for him to handle. And sometimes, when he's had a big seizure, he gets like this," she gestured to his sleepy form in her arms. Chip studied his father's face, his curiosity piqued. "Does that mean he's sick?" Karen looked at her son, her heart heavy with the weight of the truth. "No, Chip," she said, her voice soothing. "It's like having a different kind of brain that sometimes needs extra care and understanding. Dad's autism is like his brain's special way of working," Karen explained, her voice calm and even. "It's like a computer sometimes runs really fast or really slow, and we just need to know how to help him when it's too much." Chip nodded. He thought about his own video games, how his console sometimes glitched or lagged. He couldn't imagine his dad feeling like that. "But what about his stims?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Karen took a deep breath, her heart racing as she tried to explain. "His stims are like little things he does to help his brain feel better. It's kind of like when you pace. But he doesn't like for us to call attention to them," Karen said gently, trying to find the right words to explain. Chip nodded. "But why did he get so mad?" "Because," Karen said, her voice soft, "his brain was overwhelmed. Sometimes autistic people can get upset when they don't feel understood. And when you used that bad word, it just reminded him of all the times people have said things without knowing what it means to be autistic." Chip's eyes grew wide with realization. "But I didn't know it was bad," he said, his voice tiny as tears threatened to spill over. And Plankton's body tensed at the mention of the word. "Well," Plankton began, his voice thick with sarcasm, "now you know." His tone was sharp, his anger palpable. "So, now that you've seen the freak show, you can tell all your friends!" Chip's eyes filled with hurt at his father's harsh words. "Dad, I didn't mean to up-" "Oh, you didn't mean to?" Plankton interrupts. "Aw, are you gonna give me the 'I'm just a kid' excuse?" His tone was laced with anger and sarcasm. "Well, here's a newsflash, kiddo: words have consequences. So maybe you can tell all your little pals about how 'fun' it is to have a dad who turns into a blubbering mess at the drop of a hat! Is that right, little man?" Karen's grip on Plankton's arm tightened. "Plankton," she said, her voice firm but filled with love. "That's en-" But Plankton's anger would not be contained. "What, Karen?" he snapped, his eye glaring at Chip. "You think I don't know what he's going to do? That he's not going to tell his friends?" Chip's lip quivered, his heart racing with fear and guilt. He didn't understand why his dad was so upset. "I-I won't," he promised, his voice shaking. "I didn't know. And I'm sor—" But Plankton's sarcasm continued, his voice sharp as a knife. "Oh, you're sorry," he spat. "That fixes everything, doesn't it? Ohhhhhhhh look, Chip's such a good boy, he said sorry!" He mocked, his antennae waving erratically. Chip felt a knot form in his stomach, his cheeks burning with shame. He didn't know what to say. He hadn't meant to upset his dad. "Plankton," Karen's voice was firm, "that is enough. You're scaring him." Chip's eyes filled with tears, his voice trembling. "I just want to know why you're acting so mad," he choked out. Plankton's antennae drooped, the anger in his voice giving way to frustration. "I just want to be by myself," he said, his voice low. Chip looks at his mother, his eyes pleading. Karen nodded, her heart breaking for both of them. "Okay," she said gently. "We'll leave you alone for now. But remember, we love you." She kissed his forehead. Chip climbed off the bed. "I'm sorry, Dad," he whispered before exiting the room, his tiny legs carrying him as fast as they could to his own room. Karen watched him go, her heart aching. She turned to Plankton, who was now lying on his side. "Why do you have to be so hard on him?" she asked, her voice filled with frustration and love. "He didn't know what he was sa-" "I know," Plankton cut her off, his voice tired. "I know he didn't know. But it doesn't change the fact that it's hurting me.." Karen sat next to him, silent for a moment. She knew his anger was a defense mechanism, a way to protect himself from the fear and pain of being misunderstood. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her hand on his arm. "But you're right, what he said was hurtful. That's why I wanted us to explain." Plankton sighed, his body slowly deflating. "I know you're trying to help," he said, his voice tired. Karen leaned in, her eyes filled with compassion. "And we're here for you," she said firmly. "We're a team. You don't have to..." But Plankton's eye closed. "I know," he murmured. "But sometimes...it's just so hard. I'm tired.." Karen nodded, her hand still on his arm. "I know, sweetie," she said, her voice gentle. "But Chip loves you. He just needs to understand. And we ca--" But her words were interrupted by Plankton's snores. Karen sighs, stroking his arm. She knew these conversations weren't over, but for now, he needed rest. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'll take care of him," she whispered. With a heavy heart, she got up from the bed and closed the door behind them. She found Chip in his own room, sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes fixed on the floor.

𝖣𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖤 𝖣𝖨𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) 𝗉𝗍. 11 "What about when you won't look people in the eye?" Chip asks. Plankton nods. "It's not that I don't try to, sometimes it's just too intense," he explains. "It's like looking into the sun. It's just to much. It's part of being on the spectrum." Chip nods, his curiosity unabated. "But why?" he presses on. "Why can't you look at someone's eyes?" Plankton sighs, his eye fluttering closed. "Look, Chip, it's like my brain's got a lot going on," he says. "Looking someone in the eye is like... like uncomfortable, I don't know‽ But when I'm with people I trust, like you and mom, it's easier. Eye contact can be really intense, and it can be overwhelming. But I know we don't mean it that way. It's just how I experience it." "What about when you talk about the same thing over and over again?" Chip asks, his voice careful. Plankton nods. "That's perseveration," he says. "It's like my brain can't let go of an idea. It's not that I don't want to talk about other things; it's just that the idea keeps spinning around in my head. I know it might get repetitive, for others." Karen smiles at Chip's earnestness. "Dad," Chip asks, his voice gentle. "What's your favorite thing about being autistic?" Plankton's antennae twitched in surprise. "Favorite thing?" he repeats. He thinks for a moment, his eye focused on the ceiling. "Well," he says slowly, his antennae lifting a little, "I guess it's my ability to focus on tiny details that others might miss, sometimes." Chip's eyes light up. "Like when you make those amazing inventions?" he asks, his voice filled with admiration. Plankton's antennae perk up slightly, a tiny smile gracing his face. "Yes," he says. "Exactly. It's like my brain is wired to see the world in a unique way, and that helps me solve problems or create things others might not think of." Chip nods, his mind spinning with questions. "What about how you talk in a monotone?" he asks. "Is that part of it?" Plankton nods again. "Yes," he says. "It's because my brain doesn't interpret emotions the way other people do. It's hard for me to express how I'm feeling, like in my voice sometimes. So in every day things, my voice will be flat. But don't worry, it doesn't mean I'm not feeling them. I'm just... different, at showing it." Karen watches them, proud of Chip for his empathy. "Dad, what about people skills?" Chip asks. "Why do you have trouble?" Plankton sighs. "It's because autism affects how I understand unsaid social cues," he explains. "Sarcasm, faces, those things are like a different language to me. I have to learn them. It's hard to read people, to know what they're feeling just by looking. And sometimes, I say things that don't come out right, because I don't always get how they'll be taken." Chip nods, his eyes still wide with curiosity. "But you're so good at understanding mechanics and inventing," he points out. "If you can do that, why is underst--" Plankton's antennae twitch. "It's a different kind of understanding," he says. "My brain is good at patterns and logistics. Social interactions are more complex, less predictable. I might say something in a way that ends up sounding rude, but it's not intentional. It's just... I miss the subtleties. And people usually get upset if you don't get their jokes or understand their expressions. When me and Krabs fed Jenkins our burger, he got food poisoning. I wanted to comfort Krabs by showing we're not to blame, and I said, 'Jenkins is old' and, I've nothing against elderly. Krabs got mad, so I wanted to tweak the burger recipe, but Krabs’s had none of it. So that's why we became enemies." Chip nods, his eyes still glued to his dad. "But what about your relationship with Mom?" he asks. "It's complicated," Plankton admits. "Sometimes my autism can make it hard for me to understand what she's feeling, but we've learned each other's patterns. And she's really patient with me." He glances at Karen, who smiles back, her eyes shimmering with affection. "We usually cook at home or order takeout because crowded restaurants can make me really overwhelmed. She gets it." "But what if she's sad and you don't know it?" Chip persists. "Well, she'll tell me," Plankton says, his antennae twitching. "And if she needs something, she'll explain." He looks over at Karen, who nods in agreement. "It's a team effort, buddy," she says. "We communicate in our own way." "But what if you don't get what she's saying?" Chip asks, his brow furrowed. "Then I'll ask for help," Plankton responds. "Or she'll find another way to tell me. We've had our ups and downs, but we figured it out. It's not always easy, but we love each other. And she knows that I'm trying my best to understand her." "But what about others, Dad?" Chip asks. "Have you ever felt left out?" Plankton's antennae droop. "Yes," he admits, his voice quiet. "There are times when I don't know what's going on, or I miss a joke. And it can be lonely and tiresome. I was the nerdy weirdo, but Krabs was poor so we were both outcasts. But once Krabs perfected the burger recipe for himself, that changed. My only friend left me behind. But yes, kids went out of their way to make sure I was excluded. They'd see I was 'quirky' and a bit of a loner. They'd say I was that slur you used the other day." Chip's eyes widen in horror. "But that's not right," he says. "And I'm sor—" "I know," Plankton nods. "But it's how some people see it. And it's hard to explain to them that it's not my choice. That I'm just different, not less. But they didn't care." "But what about Mr. Krabs?" Chip asks, his voice small. "Couldn't he help?" Plankton's antennae twitch. "Krabs didn't know about my disability, he still doesn't. But now that we're rivals, I doubt he'd change his ways. He's a simple creature, driven by greed. I don't think he's gonna suddenly understand neurodiversity if he found out!" Chip looks down at the floor, his eyes filling with tears. "But why, Dad?" he whispers. "Why did you have to be different?" Plankton's antennae twitch gently as he considers his son's question. "Everyone's different, Chip," he says. "Some people have two eyes, some like me have one. Some people are tall, some like me are short. And some, like me, have brains that work a little differently. Remember I told you when I was born, I got stuck and that changed my brain structure? Well, it's like that. It's just how I ended up, and it's not something anyone could have prevented." Chip nods, his thoughts racing. "But what about friends?" he asks. "Do you have any that understand you?" Plankton's smile is sad. "Friends are hard to come by," he admits. "But I have you and your mom, and that's enough. And there's SpongeBob. He's a good... acquaintance?" He pauses. "He tries to be kind to everyone, but sometimes, well, his enthusiasm can be a bit much. But he's a good egg." Chip looks over at his mom, who nods, her eyes shimmering with pride. "Dad's right," she says. "Now it's getting late, which means bedtime. And you need to let him rest." She stands up, stretching slightly. Plankton nods. "Yeah, I really need some sleep."

𝖣𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖤 𝖣𝖨𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) 𝗉𝗍. 12 Chip climbs into the bed, his mind racing. "Can I be with you?" he asks, his voice tentative. Plankton opens his eye slightly, looking over at his son. "If you're quiet," he says, his voice tired but not unkind. "But remember, I might stir a bit.." Chip nods, climbing into the bed. He lies down next to his father, his heart racing. Plankton's arm moves slightly, to avoid touching Chip's shoulder. Chip lies there, his mind spinning with the new information about his father. He thinks about his dad's struggles, his dad's brilliance, and his dad's love for them. Plankton's breathing becomes even, a sign he's falling asleep. Karen kisses Chip's forehead and whispers, "I'm proud of you, for wanting to understand." Chip lies there, his thoughts racing. This is the same dad who invents amazing things, who tells the best bedtime stories, and who loves him so much. He looks over at his dad, who's now asleep, single eye closed, his chest rising and falling steadily as he snores lightly. Chip can't help but wonder what it's like to live in his world, where sounds are too loud, lights too bright, and people are too confusing. But he's determined to learn. The room is quiet, except for Plankton's snores as Chip lies there thinking about what his dad said. His heart swells with love and understanding. Eventually, Plankton starts to mumble in his sleep, his voice a whispered jumble of nonsensical words that make no sense to Chip. "Moh-moh- molasses... nuns..." Chip frowns, deciding to nudge his mom awake. "Mom," he whispers, tugging on her arm gently. Karen's eyes open, and she looks at her son, concerned. "What is it?" she whispers back. Chip points to Plankton. "Dad's talking. Is he ok?" Karen nods, her eyes sleepy. "It's just his brain working through it," she whispers back. "And sometimes even when he's sleeping, his thoughts are still busy. It's happened before. It's his brain dreaming," she says. "It's nothing specific, just his mind processing. He'll probably wake up not remembering a thing. Pretty much like a word salad." Chip nods as Plankton resumes his regular snoring. "Okay," he says, his voice still hushed. It makes him want to protect his dad even more, to create a world where his dad doesn't have to feel so overwhelmed. As Chip drifts off to sleep, he makes a silent promise to be the best support he can. The next morning Chip woke up with a determined look on his face. He had an idea to help Plankton feel more comfortable and understood. He grabbed a piece of paper and some crayons from his desk and set to work, his young mind whirring with thoughts. He drew a picture of his dad with a cape on, flapping his hands as he soared over the city, and labeled it 'Super Sensory Dad'. He hoped for it to possibly help his dad feel seen and even understood. Chip smiled as he wrote a message next to the picture: 'Neuro-awesomeness is AUsome. From your sidekick Chip, who loves your special powers!' Chip felt so excited; his dad will love that! Plankton stirred slightly, his antennae twitching as the dawn light crept through the blinds. He blinked open his eye, sitting up as Chip came into view, holding the drawing in his hand. "What's this?" Plankton asked, his voice still raspy with sleep. Chip handed him the drawing, his heart racing. "It's you," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "It's a superhero. 'Super Sensory Dad'. Because your autism is a super power. A special drawing, for my special dad!" Chip beamed. Plankton took the picture, his antennae twitching with surprise. He studied it for a moment, his eye taking in the image and caption.

"ᴼⁿ ᵂᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸ ʷᵉ ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵖⁱⁿᵏ." ⁻ᴹᵉᵃⁿ ᴳⁱʳˡˢ

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