𝖳𝖮 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖣 pt. 20
Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous
https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all
Read the Autism And All one first!
Krabs' voice wavers
slightly as he holds up the
plush octopus. "Look, it's got
eight arms," he says, his eyes
desperate for a sign of
recognition. "It can hug you
like the Krabby Patty does.
Can you feel it?"
For a moment, there's
nothing. The room seems to
hold its breath, waiting. Then,
slowly, Plankton's hand
unclenches, his antennae
twitching slightly. Krabs'
heart soars—it's working.
"That's it," Karen murmurs,
her voice a gentle coax. "Good
job, Plankton."
Mr. Krabs' voice is soft. "Do you
see it?" He asks, his voice
filled with hope.
Karen's hand tightens around
Krabs' claw. "Keep
talking," she whispers. "It's
helping him ground himself."
Krabs nods, his throat
tight. "It's got a smile," he
says, his voice gentle. "Just
like the Krabby Patty does."
He watches as Plankton's hand
twitches slightly, his antennae
still unmoving. Krabs' heart
leaps. "Can you feel the
texture?" He asks, his voice
hopeful. "It's all soft and
fluffy, like your favorite pillow."
Plankton's hand moves
slightly, his fingers brushing
against the octopus.
Krabs feels a jolt of excitement.
"That's it," he says, his voice
filled with wonder. "You're
getting there."
Karen's grip on
relaxes a fraction.
"Good," she murmurs. "Keep it
up."
Krabs watches as Plankton's
fingers twitch, the plush
octopus's tentacles wrapping around
his hand. He can see the
effort it's taking to come
back to them.
"It's ok buddy," Krabs
whispers, his voice barely audible.
"You're ok." Plankton's antennae
twitch again, and Krabs feels
his heart clench. Is he getting
through? Is Plankton hearing
him?
Krabs' claw is poised above
the octopus plush, his breath
shallow. "Just keep focusing
on the octopus," he urges, his
throat tight. "It's got a smile
for you, waiting for you to
see it."
Plankton's unblinking eye
doesn't waver, but his hand
starts to move, the tentacles
of the octopus slipping through
his fingers. It's a subtle
movement, one that speaks
volumes in the silent room.
Krabs' heart races. It's
working. He's reaching him.
Karen's eyes are glued to
Plankton's face, her expression
a mix of hope and fear. "Good
job, Plankton," she whispers, her
voice a gentle coax. "You're
doing so well."
Krabs' heart races as
he watches Plankton's hand
start to move, the octopus
plush coming into focus for
his friend. "You got it," he
says, his voice a soft murmur.
"Just keep holding on."
Karen's grip on his claw
loosens, her eyes never
leaving her husband's face.
Mr. Krabs can feel her
energy, but there's
also something else—pride.
"You're doing great,
Krabs," she whispers, her
voice barely a breath. "Keep
going; it's helping him faster."
Krabs' eyes never
leave Plankton's unseeing
stare. "It's ok, buddy,"
he says, his voice steady.
"You're safe here; right, Mr.
Octopus? Yes, you are."
Plankton's hand tightens
around the octopus, the
fabric tentacles wrapping around
his fingers like a comforting
embrace. It's a sign, a
flicker of connection. "Look,"
Krabs says, his voice a
whisper. "It's ok. We're
here. Mr. Octopus is here."
Karen's eyes are filled
with relief as she sees the
tiny movements of Plankton's
fingers, the subtle way
his hand relaxes into the
softness of the plush. "You're
doing it," she murmurs, her
voice a gentle cheer. "Come
back to us, sweetie."
Krabs' eyes never
leave Plankton's. He
doesn't dare to move,
to breathe too loudly. He's
scared of breaking the spell,
of losing him again. But he
can see the change, the way
Plankton's body starts to
soften, the tension draining
from his frame.
"Look, Plankton," he
whispers, his voice filled with
wonder. "Mr. Octopus is
smiling at you."
Plankton's antennae twitch,
barely a centimeter. But it's
enough. It's a sign of life,
a crack in the wall of his
unresponsive state. Mr. Krabs
keeps his voice low, his
movements slow. "You're ok,"
he repeats, his claw hovering
over the octopus's head. "You're
right here with us."
Karen's grip on Mr.
Krabs' arm tightens, her eyes
shining with unshed tears.
"Keep talking," she whispers,
her voice barely audible. "Keep
his mind here."
Krabs nods, his
throat tight. "You like Krabby
Patties, right?" He asks, his
claws holding the octopus
steady. "Mr. Octopus here
has a smile just for you."
He watches as Plankton's
antennas twitch slightly.
It's a small victory, but it's
enough to keep him going.
"You know what, Plankton?" He
says, his voice a gentle
rumble. "I bet Mr. Octopus
could make a Krabby Patty
with all those arms. Can you
let Mr. Octopus make you
feel better?"
Plankton's hand moves
slightly, his fingers
flexing around the plush.
Krabs feels a surge of
hope. "That's it," he whispers.
"Let him help you." The
silence stretches on,
Krabs' heart pounding in his
chest. Then, ever so slowly,
Plankton's antennae begin to
move, the unblinking eye
finally blinking once, twice.
Karen's grip loosens, a
tear slipping down her
screen. "He's coming back,"
she murmurs, her voice
hopeful. Plankton's unfocused gaze
is still distant, though
settling on the octopus.
Krabs nods, his own
claws trembling with relief.
He keeps his voice low,
his words carefully chosen.
"Remember, Plankton," he
says, his voice a gentle
wave. "Mr. Octopus is
your friend." Plankton's
single eye flutters, and
Krabs can almost
see the wheels turning in
his mind.
Plankton's voice, when it
comes, is faint.
"K-Krabby Patty," he stammers.
Krabs' heart jumps at the
sound, a flicker of hope
igniting within him. He nods
encouragingly. "That's right,
buddy; Mr. Octopus has a
Patty for you."
Karen's eyes are filled with
relief as she watches the
interaction unfold. She
knows how rare it is for
Plankton to speak during
his seizures, and the
significance isn't lost on
Krabs. "Tell us about it,"
Krabs says, his voice
gentle. "Tell Mr. Octopus
about the Krabby Patty."
Plankton's voice is
slurred, his words coming
in fits and starts.
"It's...it's octopus," he says,
his voice a distant echo.
"So...octopus." His hand
tightens around the
plush octopus.
Krabs' heart swells
with hope. He's getting
through.
"That's right," Krabs
whispers, his voice a soft
caress. "Mr. Octopus is an
octopus, and waiting for
you.."
Plankton's eye starts to
move, focusing on the
plush octopus. "Octopus,"
he repeats, his voice
slurred but insistent. "Waiting."
Krabs nods, his
claws gently stroking the
octopus's fabric. "Mr.
Octopus is waiting for you to
feel better," he says. "You
can do it, honey," Karen whispers.
"You're almost there."
Plankton's eye blinks
slowly, coming back into
focus. He looks down at the
plush octopus, his hand
still clutching it tightly.
"Octopus," he murmurs, his
voice a mere breath.
Krabs' heart swells with
relief. "You're ok," he says,
his voice softer than he's
ever heard it. "You're ok,
Plankton." Plankton's antennae
twitch, his gaze flickering
between the octopus and Mr.
Krabs. "What...what's going
on?" He asks, his voice
shaky.
Karen quickly steps in, her
voice a soothing balm. "You
had a seizure, sweetie,"
she says. "But you're ok
now." Plankton's eye darts
around the room, his mind
trying to piece together the
fragments of the last few
minutes. Krabs watches him, his
heart aching. He's never seen
his rival so vulnerable, so
lost. "You're at home,"
Krabs adds, his voice
careful. "We're all here for
you." Plankton's gaze finally
settles on him, confusion
swimming in his eye.
"What...what happened?"
He stammers.
Karen moves closer, her
hand on Plankton's shoulder.
"You had an absence
seizure," she explains, her
tone gentle. "Do you remember
anything?" Plankton's eye
blinks rapidly, his antennae
twitching. "Tck tck," he tics. "It's
like...it's like I was tck tck
somewhere else."
Krabs nods, his
claws still trembling with
nervous energy. "It's ok,"
he says, his voice a gentle
wave. "We're here for you."
Plankton's gaze is
unfocused, his antennae
twitching erratically. "Tck
tck," he repeats, his voice
filled with confusion. "But
what...what?"
Krabs takes a
deep breath, his heart
going out to his usually
confident rival. "You had a
seizure, buddy," he says, his
tone as gentle as he can
manage. "But you're ok
now." He holds up the
plush octopus. "You know
the octopus here? He helped
you through it."
Plankton's antennae
still, his gaze locking onto
the octopus with a flicker
of recognition. "Tck tck,"
he whispers, his voice
still shaky. "Mr. Octopus."
Krabs nods, feeling a
wave of emotion he can't
quite name. "He's your
friend, remember?"
Karen squeezes Plankton's
shoulder, her eyes filled
with reassurance. "You're
safe," she says. "You had
a seizure, but you're ok
now." Plankton's eye widens,
his hand tightening around the
plush. "But...but I don't
understand," he stammers.
Krabs nods, his own
claws tight around the
plushie. "It's ok," he says,
his voice steady. "It's just a
toy, but it helped you feel
better."
Plankton's gaze flickers
between Krabs and the
octopus, his mind racing.
"Why...why is Mr. Krabs
being nice?" He asks, his voice
filled with suspicion.
Karen's smile is soft. "Because
he cares about you, Plankton,"
she says. "We all do."
Mr. Krabs clears his
throat, his voice still
gentle. "I know I haven't
always been the best, but I'm
trying to understand. I
want to help." Plankton's
expression relaxes, a hint
of skepticism replaced by
curiosity.
"You...you do?" He asks,
his voice growing stronger.
Mr. Krabs nods, feeling
his heart swell. "Yeah," he
says; "I do."