DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 19
𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾
𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳
𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵
𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
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Plankton's body
continues to
shake, his breaths
quick and shallow.
Karen takes over, her
hands gentle as she
guides him out of the
chair, her eyes filled
with a mix of anger
and sadness. "I'm sorry,
ho-" But Plankton also fears
Karen now because of
her restraining him. He jolts
at her approach. "Plank..."
Karen's voice trails off, her
expression one of pained
realization. "I'm sor-"
But Plankton's fear of Karen
has grown. She's the one
who held him down too, who
forced him to endure the
unbearable. His antennae flatten
against his head, his body
shaking as he tries to
move away from her. "Don't,"
he whispers, his voice a
rasp of fear. "Don't touch me."
Karen's eyes fill with
sorrow, her hand hovering
uncertainly in the space
between them. "Plankton,
sweetie, it's okay," she says,
her voice trembling. "It's just
a misunderstanding." But
Plankton's terror is too strong,
his memories too fresh.
He flinches at the sound
of her voice, his antennae
quivering. "Karen," he whispers,
his voice a shaky plea. "Please...
don't." His eye is wide
with fear, his body stiff
with tension. Karen's heart
breaks, the pain in his gaze
a stark contrast to the warmth
she'd felt in his smile just hours
before.
"It's me," she says, her
voice thick with regret. "It's
Karen." Yet Plankton's
body jerks away from her
as if she's a danger to him,
his antennae flattened in
a protective stance.
Karen's eyes fill with
sorrow as she takes a step
back, her hand dropping to her
side. "I'm sorry," she whispers.
"I di-"
But Plankton's fear is a
living entity now, a creature that
has latched onto him and won't let
go. He stumbles backward,
his legs shaking as he tries to
put distance between them. "No,"
he whispers, his voice trembling.
"You're not my Karen. You're...
you're not safe!"
Karen's eyes fill with
sorrow, her heart aching. She'd
never wanted to be a source of fear
for Plankton. "Sweetie, I'm
right here," she says, her voice
a gentle caress. "I'm not going
to hurt you." But her words
bounce off the invisible barrier
his fear has built.
Chip watches from the doorway,
his own fear mirroring his dad's.
He wants to rush in, to make
everything right, but he
knows that would only make
it worse. So he stands, frozen,
his fists clenched at his side.
The room is a tableau of
despair, Plankton's sobs echoing
off the cold, sterile walls.
Karen's eyes are wet with
unshed tears, her hand still
reaching out, even though
Plankton's retreating from it. "Do
yo--"
Her voice catches as she sees
his fear, a raw emotion
that she's never seen directed
at her before. "Plankton, baby,"
she whispers, "it's me. I'm
never going to hurt you."
But Plankton's eye is wild,
his antennae a frantic blur.
He stumbles backward, his
body colliding with the wall
behind him. "No," he cries out,
his voice raw with panic. "You're
not! You just... You just hurt
me!"
Karen's hand falls to her side,
defeated. The reality of the
situation crashes down on her,
a cold, hard weight. She's hurt
the one person she'd sworn to
protect, the one who needs her
understanding the most. "I'm
so sorry," she whispers, tears
sliding down her cheeks. "I didn't
mean to..."
But Plankton's fear has
consumed him, turning him into
a creature of pure instinct. He
presses his back against the wall,
his antennae flat against his
head, his body shaking with
sobs. "Don't," he whispers, his
voice a desperate plea. "Please
don't ever do that again."
Karen's heart breaks into a
thousand pieces, each one
sharp and jagged. She can't bear
the thought that she's the
reason for his fear. "I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry," she says, her
voice trembling. "I didn't
understand. I'll never do
anything to scare yo-"
But Plankton's sobs only
grow louder, his antennae
trembling with every intake
of breath. "You said it would
be okay, even when it wasn't,"
he whispers, his voice a
broken whisper. Karen's eyes
fill with regret, her heart
heavy with the weight of his
pain. "Sorry," she says, her
voice thick with unshed tears.
"I-I-I-I…"
The room feels like it's
shrinking, the air thick with
the scent of fear and antiseptic.
Karen tries to find the right words,
anything to break through the
panic that has swallowed her
husband. "I didn't know," she
whispers, her eyes searching
his for understanding. "But
now I do, and I'll never let
anyone do that to you again."
Jill clears her throat. "I'll go
get the main dentist." She
walks out of the room.
The silence is deafening, the
echo of Plankton's sobs the
only sound. Karen moves
slowly toward him, her steps
soft and deliberate. "Shh, it's okay,"
she whispers, her hand outstretched.
"I'm here." Plankton's antennae
twitch, but he doesn't push her
away. Instead, he leans into her,
his body seeking the comfort
of her touch.