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Luna: *She and Jack whirl around, seeing Ferocia standing in the corner of the room, a wicked grin on her face* You didn't kidnap her, did you? Jack: No, we won't let you hurt her! Luna: *She and Jack advance on Ferocia, swords drawn* Where is she? Tell us and we'll let you go. Jack: *His sword clashes with Ferocia's, and Luna does the same* You can't hide her from us! Hairy Godmother: Suddenly, Hugo comes in. Luna: *Whirls around, sword raised* Giant, what do you know about Felicity?! Jack: *He looks at Hugo nervously* Please, tell us what you know. We just want to find her. Hugo: I saw Ferocia take her to an abandoned castle somewhere around here. Luna: *She and Jack exchange glances* Alright, we'll find it. Stay here and keep an eye on Ferocia. Jack: Right. We won't let her escape. Luna: *She and Jack turn back to Hugo* Can you lead us there, Hugo? We need your help. Jack: We can do this together. Luna: *She nods at Hugo, encouragingly* Please, lead the way. Hugo: Ok. Luna: *She, Jack, Bella, and Stella follow Hugo out of the tavern and into the night. The moon hangs heavily in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the abandoned buildings and overgrown pathways. They hurry after Hugo, their swords drawn, determined to find Felicity and bring her home safely* We won't let anyone hurt her. Jack: No, we won't. Tree 1: Stay safe! There might be wolves in the forest. Luna: *She nods at the tree, grateful for its warning* Thank you. Hairy Godmother: They keep walking, but soon they get lost. Wolf 1: *A wolf howls in the distance* Wolf 2: *Another wolf howls back, closer this time* Wolf 3: *A third wolf joins in, howling eerily* Luna: *Shivering, she tightens her grip on her sword* This doesn't feel good. Wolf 4: *The wolves continue to howl, surrounding them* Luna: *Whispers to Jack* We should split up. You go one way, and I'll go another. We can circle around and meet back here if we get lost. Jack: *He nods, feeling a knot in his stomach* Okay, but be careful. And stay safe. Luna: *She nods, not taking her eyes off the wolves* I will. You too. Jack: Right. Let's do this. *runs off with Hugo, Bella, and Stella* Wolf 1: *the wolves close in on Luna, surrounding her* You smell delicious, little one. Wolf 2: *runs after Hugo and Jack* *song: The Wolf Song* Luna: *she backs up, sword raised, trying to keep the wolves at bay* Please, leave me alone! I'm not part of this! *shows them her moon powers* Wolf 3: All hail the moon! *All of the wolves bow to her* Luna: *she nods gratefully* Now, please help me find my friend. Wolf 4: Ask the princesses about her, they might know. Luna: *she nods and turns to Hugo* Hugo, do you know where we can find the princesses? We need their help. Jack: *he reappears, panting* They are also in the woods tonight. If we look around, we can find them. Luna: *turns to the wolves* Goodbye, wolves! Wolf 1: *all of the wolves wave as she leaves with Jack, Hugo, and the star sisters. Hairy Godmother: They keep on walking, and run into three princesses: Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Luna: *she and Jack exchange glances, recognizing the princesses immediately* Your Highness, it's a pleasure to see you all again. We're searching for Princess Felicity, and we could really use your help. Stella: Please, you have to tell us if you know where she might be. We can't lose her too. Luna: *she looks at them pleadingly, her heart racing with worry* We can't let anyone else get hurt. Jack: *his sword hand tightens on his weapon, determination in his eyes* We won't let that happen.

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JUST A TOUCH x (Autistic author) SpongeBob rushes over, his face a mask of worry. "You okay, Plankton?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. But Plankton can't answer. His body is rigid, his eye unfocused. Squidward's tentacle retreats, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice tight. Sponge Bob's eyes are wide with concern. "Hello?" Plankton doesn't even blink, his eye remains unseeing, his body a statue to the chaos around him. Squidward, still holding the dish, watches with a mix of fear and confusion. "What's happening to him?" Sponge Bob's heart races as he sees his friend frozen. "Hey, Plankton," he says. "It's just a party." But the words fall on deaf ears—or rather, one deaf eye. Plankton's antennae remain still, his body rigid. The room's chaos has ceased to exist for him, lost in the vacuum of his seizure. Sponge Bob's voice, usually so boisterous, is now a gentle whisper. "Plankton?" he says, his hand hovering over his friend. Squidward, his eyes wide, stammers. "Is he...? Is he okay, or?" It's something that has to run its course, which of course neither Squidward nor Sponge Bob realize. Squidward's tentacle shakes Plankton gently, his voice filled with concern. "Plankton?" he repeats, his tone softer now. Plankton's antennae remain still, his body a statue in the bustling kitchen. The dish clatter fades to background noise, the laughter from the party a distant echo. Sponge Bob's heart squeezes, his eyes never leaving Plankton's unseeing gaze. He's seen his friend in tough spots before, but this... this is something new, something scary. He takes a deep breath, his thumbs tucked into his pockets as he tries to think. What do you do? What helps when someone you care about is stuck in this kind of loop or what ever this is... Squidward, usually so quick to snap and complain, is silent, his tentacles poised but not moving. He watches, his eyes flicking between the unmoving Plankton and SpongeBob. The room's cacophony fades away as the realization hits them—Plankton's in trouble. Sponge Bob's smile is gone, replaced with a furrowed brow and a quivering bottom lip. Squidward, still holding the now forgotten plate, feels a pang of guilt. He'd seen the stress in Plankton's antennae, heard the urgency in his voice, but had dismissed it. Now he's not sure what to do. Sponge Bob's eyes widen, his spongy body tense with worry. He's seen Plankton upset before, but never like this. "I think we should set him down," he suggests, his voice barely a whisper. "On the floor.." They gently lower Plankton to the cool tiles, his body unyielding. Squidward sets the dish aside, his tentacles shaking slightly. "What do we do?" he asks, his voice tight. Sponge Bob's eyes never leave Plankton's face, his heart pounding in his chest. He's seen his friend in tough spots before, but this... this is something else entirely. Squidward, his tentacles still shaking, stammers. "What do we do?" The fear in his voice is palpable. They both know Plankton isn't okay. Sponge Bob takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Plankton's motionless form. "Get Karen. Now." Squidward nods, his tentacles moving in a blur as he rushes to find her. The party's music thumps in the background, a stark contrast to the silence of the kitchen where Plankton sits. Sponge Bob kneels beside him, his hand hovering over Plankton's shoulder, unsure of what to do next. His heart races as he watches his friend's chest rise and fall in the rhythm of a silent symphony only Plankton can hear. Karen looks up at the sound of Squidward running in. "What's wrong?" she asks, her voice filled with alarm. Squidward's tentacles flap wildly. "It's Plankton! He's... he's just... not moving!" Karen's eyes widen, and she rushes into the restaurant, Squidward's words echoing in her mind. Plankton sits on the floor, his body unnaturally still, his antennae drooping. Her heart skips a beat as she sees his vacant gaze. She recognizes the signs—this is the second time she's seen an absence seizure take hold of him. She kneels beside Sponge Bob, whose expression is a mix of fear and confusion. "He's having a seizure," Karen whispers, her voice a calming breeze in the chaotic kitchen. Her hand, now gentle and firm, guides Plankton's head to the floor. "He'll wake up. We've got to keep him safe." Sponge Bob nods, his eyes wide with concern. He's seen his friend in tough spots before, but this... this is something beyond his usual quirks. Plankton's tiny body is a stark contrast to the monstrous fear gripping his heart. The kitchen is a blur of movement around them, but Karen's calm presence brings a semblance of order. She takes over, her movements precise. "Don't touch him," she says, her voice a gentle command. "Just let it run its course." Squidward nods, his tentacles still, his eyes on Plankton. Sponge Bob's face is a mask of worry, his eyes never leaving his friend's unresponsive form. Mr. Krabs' beady eyes narrow, his voice a gruff whisper. "What's going on?" Karen's voice is calm, but her heart races. "It's okay," she says, her hand resting on Plankton's back. "It's just a part of his new... condition." Mr. Krabs' expression softens, his eyes flicking from Plankton to Karen. "Is he going to be okay?" "Yes," Karen says firmly, her hand still on Plankton's back. "It's just a seizure. They can happen with... his autism..." Mr. Krabs' eyes widen, but his expression quickly morphs into something more thoughtful. "I see," he says, his voice lowered. "I had no idea." "He got a brain injury, Mr. Krabs," Karen says. "Yesterday, in an accident.." Mr. Krabs nods, his gaze on Plankton's unmoving form. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice genuine. "What happened?" Karen swallows, her eyes welling with tears. "They said it's Acquired Autism. It's like his brain got... rewired." Her hand strokes Plankton's back soothingly. "He's the same, but different." Mr. Krabs nods slowly, his claws clenching. "Well, we'll make do," he says gruffly. "This is still the same Plankton who tried to steal the Krabby Patty formula, right?" Karen's eyes flash with a mix of anger and protectiveness. "Yes," she says firmly. "But now he needs our help. And our understanding. He hasn't mentioned it once since.." Her voice trails off as Plankton's eye flickers. Slowly, his antennae unfreeze, twitching slightly. The world starts to come back into focus, the colors and sounds gradually seeping back into his consciousness. Sponge Bob's hand is still hovering over him, his face a canvas of relief and uncertainty. "Plankton?" Sponge Bob whispers, his voice tentative. Plankton's eye blinks once, twice, and he looks around, his gaze landing on Squidward. Squidward's tentacles are still, his expression a mix of fear and confusion. Plankton slowly sits up, his antennae twitching as he takes in the scene. The dish is forgotten, the need for order lost in the fog of his seizure. "Welcome back," Sponge Bob says, his voice a mix of relief and anxiety. Plankton's antennae wave slightly as he looks around, his gaze settling on the plate still in Squidward's tentacle. "It's okay," Karen says gently, her hand resting on his shoulder. Plankton's antennae twitch as his brain reboots, trying to process the scene before him. "Dishes," he murmurs, his voice still flat. Squidward watches him, his tentacle hovering over the sink. "Let me handle this," he says, his voice apologetic. "You... you just take it easy." Plankton nods, his antennae still. The chaos of the kitchen fades away as he focuses on his friend's kindness. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice a soft echo of its former self. "All of you.."

CATCH IN MY CHIP x (Autistic author) ♡. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs .. Plankton's gaze is unfocused, lost in the storm. His body is rigid, his muscles tense like coils ready to spring. The room spins, the colors a blur Karen's fear a tangible entity in the room. Her hand on his cheek is a plea, a gentle reminder that she's there, that he's not alone. "Look at me," she whispers, her voice a soft mantra. "You're safe." But he doesn't hear her, not really. He's too lost in the sensory hurricane that engulfs him. Karen races as she watches the man she loves drift further away, his mind trapped in the labyrinth of his own making. She's seen this before, the way his autism can swallow him whole, leaving only the shell of a man behind. But this time is different. This time, there's Chip, waking up to his dad's struggle. Her eyes dart from Plankton's panicked gaze to their son's sleepy face, the innocence in his expression a stark contrast to the chaos in her husband's eye. She knows she must act fast, to protect them both from the storm. With a gentle touch, she lifts Chip's hand from Plankton's arm, her movements as soft as a leaf landing on a pond. Chip stirs, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The concern in her gaze is a question he doesn't understand, but he accidentally brushes his dad's shoulder as he sits up.. Plankton's body jerks, his single eye rolling back in his head. The room goes dark, the colors swirling into a void. The ringing in his ears is deafening. Karen's hand is a flash, catching him. Her arms wrap around him, supporting his weight as his body goes limp. Chip's eyes are wide with fear, his hand suddenly empty. "Daddy?" he whispers, the word a prayer in the quiet. Karen's eyes never leave Plankton's face, her hand checking for a pulse. She feels the steady throb of life beneath her fingertips, relief flooding her veins. "Daddy?" Chip's voice is a whisper of fear, his hand reaching out to touch his father's arm, but Karen stops him. "Let him be," she says, her tone firm. "He needs space." Her eyes are on Plankton, watching for any sign of returning consciousness. The room is a tomb of silence, the only sound their mingled breaths. Chip nods, his eyes wide with worry. He can see the fear in his mother's gaze, feel the tension in the air. But he trusts her. He has to. Plankton is his dad, and she knows him better than anyone. Chip watches, his own breaths shallow with fear. He opens his mouth to speak, to ask what's wrong, but Karen's hand is swift, silencing his words with a single finger to her screen. The gesture is a soft whisper, a command that he understands without explanation. Plankton's body is limp in Karen's embrace, his antennas still quivering with the aftershocks of his overload. Her eyes are filled with determination, her love for her husband a fiery beacon in the dark room. With gentle care, she lowers his head to the pillow, his body trembling with the last vestiges of panic. Chip's eyes are wide with uncertainty, his hand poised in the air. "Is he okay?" he whispers, his voice small in the vastness of the moment. With gentle firmness, Karen takes Chip's hand, leading him out of the room. "We need to give him some space," she murmurs, her screen never leaving Plankton's form. "He'll come to when he's ready. This only happens when his overwhelm gets him dizzy to the point of passing out, which in itself has only happened twice before. It's part of his autism, Chip." Chip nods solemnly, his fear for his dad mingling with his curiosity about this new aspect of Plankton he's never seen. "What can we do?" he asks, his voice barely audible. Karen squeezes his hand, her screen never leaving Plankton. "For now, we wait. And when he wakes up, we make sure to give him time to recover. No loud noises, no sudden movements." She speaks with a calmness that belies the storm raging in her own heart. They sit together on the edge of the bed, their screens locked on Plankton. Karen's grip on Chip's hand is tight, her knuckles white. She's seen this before, but it never gets easier. "Just wait," she whispers, her voice shaky. "Just wait." They sit in silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. The sun peeks through the blinds, casting slanted bars of light across Plankton's unconscious form. Karen aches as she watches the man she loves, the man who's been her rock, reduced to this trembling shell. But she knows he's strong. He's survived worse storms than this. Minutes tick by, each one longer than the last. The room seems to hold its breath, waiting for Plankton to stir. And then, slowly, his antennas cease their trembling. His eye flickers open, focusing on the two figures beside his bed. The world is still a blur, his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. But Karen's face is a beacon, her eyes a port in the storm. He tries to speak, his mouth dry as sandpaper, but only a croak escapes. "I'm sorry," he manages, the words a feeble whisper. His eye meets Chip's, filled with a swirl of emotions he can't quite name. Regret, fear, love. All fighting for supremacy. Chip's grip on Karen's hand tightens, his own eyes reflecting the same tumult of feelings. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. Instead, he reaches out with his free hand when Karen stops him. "Let him recover," she says, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "He needs to process, Chip. Let me talk to him first." With a nod, Chip withdraws his hand, his heart pounding in his chest.

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Luna: Why don't those humans get it?! I will go down there as a human, and try to find some people who believe in love. Bella: *all of the stars in the sky come out to listen to Luna* *song: Love song* Hairy Godmother: I am Hairy Godmother, the narrator of this story. Luna the moon climbed down from the sky, and was now in a kingdom called Hanoveria Luna: Oh! Look at that handsome man, he must be the prince of this kingdom. I must meet him! Jack: *Walking around the garden, I see a strange girl. I must talk to her* Excuse me, miss. I'm Jack, the prince of Hanoveria. Who might you be? Ferocia: *Walking behind Jack* Jack! Jack: *Turning around* Ah, Aunt Ferocia! Luna: *Looks at Jack and Ferocia* I-I'm Luna. It's nice to meet you both. Ferocia: Jack! Stop talking to peasants! We have work to do! Luna: *Smiling* Bye Jack. *song: Love Song (reprise)* Hairy Godmother: *scene change with Hugo the giant now.* Hugo: *As the former king, Hugo, he's quite large and can't control his anger. He is living with the three bears and Jean-Claude. He senses that something is wrong and decides to investigate* I smell trouble. Mama bear: *With a growl* Hugo, you under-baked the cookies. Papa bear: *Looking worried* I think Hugo burnt the cookies. Baby bear: I think these cookies are just right! Jean-Claude: *Trying to calm Hugo down* Hugo, what's wrong? Hugo: *Still angry* Something is very wrong in the kingdom! I can feel it! Mama bear: *Pacing around* I wish we knew what was going on. Baby bear: I wish we could help the humans, but they're scared of us. *song: The Misfit Song* Hugo: *Rushing out of the cave* I must find Jack and warn him about the danger that lurks ahead! Jean-Claude: He won't realize it's you, now that you are a giant. Luna: *Wandering the forest, still thinking about Jack* Oh, why is love so hard to understand? I wish I could just make everyone see it. Tree 1: Look, it's a human! Tree 2: A beautiful one at that. Luna: *Looking up* Oh, hello trees. Tree 1: Hello human! *song: The Tree Song* Jack: *On his horse, riding through the forest* I must find Felicity and tell her how I feel. Luna: *Following Jack from a distance* He's so noble. I wish I could tell him how I feel about him. Felicity: *On her horse, riding through the forest* Where are you going, Jack? I need to tell you something important. Luna: *Hiding behind a tree, watching the scene unfold* Oh, this is interesting. Jack: *Slowing down his horse* Felicity, what is it that you need to tell me? You've been acting strange lately. Felicity: Eunice, your cousin, has been missing. Luna: Eunice? I think she's one of Ferocia's daughters. Jack's cousins... Jack: *Horrified* Oh no, not again... Another one of our family members gone. We have to find her. Luna: *Stepping out from behind the tree* I could help you. I know where she might be. Jack: You do? Luna: Yes, Bella and Stella have been watching her. They might know where she is. Jack: Bella and Stella? You mean the stars in the sky? Narrator: Bella and Stella become shooting stars, and land in the forest. Luna: Yes, they're the stars that care for us. They know where she is. *song: Shooting Star Song* Bella: Jack, we saw Eunice being kidnapped by a group of fairies. They were heading towards a castle. Luna: The castle is guarded by a dragon. You'll need to find a way to defeat it if you want to save Eunice. Hairy Godmother: They arrive at the palace. Felicity: Jack, are you sure about this? Stella: It's the only way to save her. You have to be strong. Luna: I believe in you, Jack. You can do this. Ferocia: *In the castle* This is perfect! I can send The Three Blind Mice, Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon, to kill Jack! MWAHAHAHA! *song: Evil Spies Song* Mickey: Okay. Hairy Godmother: The group arrives at the castle. Luna: Jack, are you ready to face the dragon? Algernon: *Stumbles into Jack* Luna: Oh, careful! The mice are blind, but they can still trip you up. Jack: *Steeling himself* I'm ready. Let's do this for Eunice. Luna: *Taking a deep breath* Alright, here they come. Jack: *Draws his sword* You three will not harm her! Luna: *Whispers* Jack, be careful! They might not be what they seem. Jack: *Faces the blind mice* Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon... You three stand before me. You must know why I've come here. Luna: *Gripping her staff* I'm ready to help you, Jack. Hairy Godmother: The Three Blind Mice, Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon, stumble around, trying to find their way. Luna: *Suddenly, she hears a faint whistle* Mickey, Minnie, Algernon, it's no use! They can't escape their fate! Jack: *Taking advantage of the distraction* Now's my chance! I'll save Eunice! Luna: *She rushes after Jack* Jack! Wait! You don't know what you're doing! Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he continues to run through the castle* I have to save her! Luna: *She chases after him, trying to catch up* Jack, listen to me! They aren't what they seem! They're actually three clever spies sent by Ferocia! Jack: *Still not listening* Luna, please, just stay back and be safe! Hairy Godmother: Jack runs away with Bella and Stella. Minnie: *Still blindly stumbling* Luna, we're sorry about this, but we had to follow orders. Ferocia is planning something big. Luna: I know, Minnie. But I can't let Jack fall into her trap. *She sighs* I have to find a way to stop him. Jack: *Finally reaching the room where Ferocia is holding Eunice captive* Jack bursts in, sword drawn. Hairy Godmother: But Eunice isn't there. Stella: *Rushing into the room after Jack* Ferocia must have moved her! Where could she be?! Luna: *Running after them* Jack, no! Stop! You're walking right into her trap! Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he continues to search the room* I have to save her! Luna: *Finally catching up to him* Jack, listen to me! Ferocia has been playing you all along! She's not here, and neither is Eunice! Stella: Watch out Jack! Luna: *Turning around, she sees Ferocia standing behind them with a wicked grin on her face* Oh no... Jack: *Turns around and draws his sword, ready to face her* You won't hurt her! Luna: *Her heart racing, she realizes that they're trapped* Jack, we have to find another way out of here... Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he charges at Ferocia* I won't let you get away with this! Luna: *She ducks behind a table, looking around for an exit* Jack, please be careful! Ferocia is too strong for you! Jack: *The two spar, their swords clashing loudly* You can't win! I won't let you hurt Eunice! Luna: *She sees an open window, but it's too high up to reach without help* Jack, look out the window! There's an opening, but we need to work together to get out of here! Algernon: *Suddenly, the blind mouse leaps onto the table and grabs Luna's staff, handing it to her* Use this, Luna! Together, we can help Jack! Luna: *Taking the staff, she concentrates on its power, summoning a magical platform beneath them* Jack, jump on it! I'll boost you up! Jack: *He nods, then jumps onto the platform, his sword still clashing with Ferocia's* Go, Luna! Get us out of here! Luna: *She pushes off the table, leaping onto the platform with Jack, and then pushes the platform against the window* Mice, you can climb out now! Jack: *He glances at Luna, a look of admiration and gratitude in his eyes* Luna, I can't thank you enough for helping me. I thought I was going to lose my cousin for good. Luna: *She blushes slightly, looking away* It's nothing, Jack. You're my friend. I'm just glad we were able to save her. *song: Love Song* Bella: Wait, where's Felicity? Luna: Oh, that's right. We still need to find her. She was with Ferocia earlier, so she might still be here somewhere. Jack: *He nods, scanning the room* Let's look for her together. We can't leave anyone else behind. Luna: *They start searching the room, calling out for Felicity* Felicity? Are you here? It's safe now. You can come out. Ferocia: MWAHAHAHA!

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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY x (Autistic author) "Jellyfish... help Plankton think." Mr. Krabs's eyes narrowed as he studied Plankton. "So, you're telling me that jellyfish... they help you?" Plankton nodded, his antennae waving slightly. "Yes, Mr. Krabs," he murmured. "They're... comforting." Mr. Krabs's expression softened, the realization of the depth of Plankton's connection to jellyfish dawning on him. "Well, in that case," he said, his voice gruff but kind, "maybe we can find a way to make peace. No more stealing, Plankton." Plankton's antennae quivered as he met Mr. Krabs's gaze. "No more stealing," he murmured, his voice firm. "Plankton loves jellyfish now." Mr. Krabs's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Loves jellyfish?" he repeated, his voice filled with skepticism. "You're giving up your life's work for these... blobs of jelly?" "It's a special interest," she explained. "It brings him comfort and helps him make sense of the world. And who knows, maybe it'll lead him to something amazing." Mr. Krabs's claw tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if jellyfish are what you love, Plankton," he said slowly, "then I guess we can find a way to... coexist." Plankton's antennae perked up at the word, his monotone voice cracking with hope. "Coexist?" Mr. Krabs nodded, his expression uncharacteristically thoughtful. "Maybe," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "But you've got to promise me no more stealing." "No more stealing," Plankton murmured, his antennae waving slightly. "Jellyfish... Plankton's friends now." Mr. Krabs studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Alright," he said gruffly. "But you've got to promise me something in return." "What?" Plankton's monotone voice was filled with caution. Mr. Krabs leaned in, his expression serious. "You gotta promise me, Plankton, that you'll keep on sharing this... this love for jellyfish," he said, the words strange and foreign in his mouth. "Maybe even teach others about 'em." Plankton nodded, his antennae quivering with excitement. "Teach," he murmured, his monotone voice cracking. "Plankton can do that." They had never seen Mr. Krabs and Plankton get along, let alone discuss something other than Krabby Patties. The atmosphere had shifted from tension to something almost... friendly. "Come on, Plankton," Karen urged gently. "Let's get you home." With a heavy heart, Plankton picked up his box of jellyfish, his antennae drooping slightly. "Home," he murmured. "Chum Bucket." Sandy and Karen exchanged glances, their expressions filled with hope and trepidation. But they also knew that with their support and understanding, he could find a new path, one that didn't involve stealing Krabby Patties or fighting with Krabs. The group walked back to the Chum Bucket. Once inside, Plankton carefully placed his jellyfish figurines on a shelf that he had cleared out earlier, his antennae quivering with satisfaction as he arranged them in a pattern that only he understood. The room was a stark contrast to its usual cluttered state, with everything in its place and the once-messy floor now a canvas of neatness. Karen watched. "What are you thinking Plankton?" she asked softly. "Chum Bucket," he murmured, his antennae waving slightly. "Home. Different now." Sandy looked around the tidy space, her eyes wide with amazement. "You've really turned this place around, Plankton," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching slightly. "Needed... order," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a hint of pride. "Jellyfish like order." The three of them sat down at a small table, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air like a fine mist. Karen reached out. "You know, Plankton," she began, "you don't have to hide anymore. You can be you, with your jellyfish and your quirks, and we'll all still be here for you." Plankton's antennae quivered, his eye blinking rapidly as he took in her words. "Be me?" he murmured, his voice filled with doubt. "Yes," Sandy said, her voice firm. "You're still you, Plankton. Autism is just a part of you, like how jellyfish are part of the ocean." Plankton studied them, his antennae still, processing their words. It was a lot to take in, but he felt a warmth spread through his tiny body. "You really mean it?" he murmured, his monotone voice cracking. Karen and Sandy nodded in unison. "We do," Karen assured. A LIFE OF DIVERSITY → THE LIFE OF UNITY (leads into the sequel if u like but make sure to read A LIFE OF DIVERSITY i - x first)

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Stella: Please, you have to tell us if you know where she might be. We can't lose her too. Luna: *she looks at them pleadingly, her heart racing with worry* We can't let anyone else get hurt. Jack: *his sword hand tightens on his weapon, determination in his eyes* We won't let that happen. Bella: Snow White, do you have any idea where she might be? Luna: *she glances at Snow White, hoping for some insight* Snow, you've been through so much. Maybe you can sense where she is. Snow White: *she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath* I...I can't be sure, but I think I feel her calling out to us. She's somewhere nearby. Cinderella: *she looks at them, her expression sad* But we can't go alone. The woods are dangerous at night, and we don't want to get lost. *song: The Forest Song* Hugo: I promise we won't get lost. Luna: *she nods at Hugo, grateful for his help* Hugo will guide us. We'll find her together. *She turns to the princesses* Please, stay safe. Jack: And if we find Felicity, we'll bring her back here, so you can all be together again. Sleeping beauty: Sounds good. Luna: *they all head towards the castle again.* Jack: *he looks at Luna, filled with determination* Let's do this, Luna. We can't lose her. Luna: *she nods, her grip on her sword tightening* You're right, Jack. We won't let anyone hurt her. *they hurry after Hugo, their hearts racing as they near the abandoned castle. Hugo leads them to the large, abandoned castle* Hugo: We're here. Luna: *she looks at Jack, worry etched on her features* This is it. We have to find her. Hairy Godmother: They go into the castle, but are surprised when they see Felicity, Eunice, and Gertude all together, not kidnapped at all. Luna: *her eyes widen in surprise* Felicity? Gertude? Eunice? What's going on? Are you all right? Jack: *his sword lowering slightly, confusion written all over his face* What are you all doing here? Luna: *she looks at them closely, searching for any signs of injury or distress* Are you okay? Gertrude: *she nods* Yes, we're fine. We were just exploring. Eunice: Yeah, we found this place and thought it'd be cool to check it out. Stella: Then what was Ferocia talking about? Ferocia: *pointing her sword at Jack* There you are! Luna: *she steps in front of Jack, her sword raised in defense* Ferocia, stop! Ferocia: I will kill you all, and there will be nobody who can take the kingdom from me! Luna: *she glances at Jack* Jack, we can't let her hurt anyone else. Jack: I know. She might be powerful, but together, we can take her. Luna: *she nods, her grip on her sword tightening* Together, then. Let's do this. Pinocchio: *pinocchio runs into the room* Wait! She's been lying to you about everything! *Points at Hugo* She actually turned the king, Jack's dad, into a giant! Hugo: *turns back into a king* Pinocchio: *points at Luna* And she's actually the moon! Luna: *starts glowing* Pinocchio: *points at Bella and Stella* And they are actually stars! Bella: *glows* Stella: *glows* Luna: *turns to Ferocia* I understand now. You've been using your power to manipulate us all this time. Hairy Godmother: Jean-Claude runs in with the three bears. Pinocchio: *looks at the three bears and gasps* You're the bears! Luna: *nods* And you're Jean-Claude. Jack: *glances at Ferocia, then back at Luna and the others* We've been through a lot together, haven't we? Eunice: I agree. Luna: *smiling at Jack* Yes, we have. And now we can put an end to Ferocia's manipulation and lies. Hugo: Pinocchio, seize her! I am the real king. Pinocchio: *steps forward and tries to grab Ferocia's sword, but she easily pushes him aside* Ouch! Luna: *she dashes forward, her sword flashing through the air as she attacks Ferocia* Jack: *following close behind, he too engages in battle with the traitorous queen* Luna: *as they fight, Ferocia reveals her true form - a monstrous creature with sharp claws and razor-sharp teeth. The battle is intense, but Luna and Jack manage to hold their ground* Ferocia: *turns back into a human* How could you have defeated me? Luna: *she and Jack stop fighting, breathing heavily as they stare at the defeated Ferocia* We were stronger together. We had each other's backs. And we didn't let anyone else control our lives. Mama bear: That battle was pretty intense. Papa bear: I think it was too boring. Baby bear: Well, it was good that it ended with everyone alright. Luna: *She wipes sweat from her brow* Yes, it did. We'll have to work together now to rebuild the kingdom and make sure something like this never happens again. Jack: Luna, even though you're Luna: *interrupting him with a smile* The moon? Well, I'm not sure about that. I think I can still be Luna, your friend, and help you with the kingdom. Together, we can do anything. Jack: *he smiles back* You're right, Luna. Together, we will make this kingdom great again. Hairy Godmother: *everybody in the musical comes to sing "Over The Moon Song"* *song: Over The Moon Song* Hairy Godmother: The End.

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CHIP AND FAIL x (Autistic author) Plankton's antennae quivered, his body trembling. "You want to help?" he demanded, his voice a thunderclap. "Then LISTEN!" His antennae shot straight up, his body rigid with tension. "Just because I freeze up, it doesn't mean you get to paw at me like a sea urchin without a care in the world!" Chip's screen filled with hurt, his hands dropping to his sides. "But Dad," he began, his voice trembling. "I just wanted to make it better, seeing you're not acting like an adult or even a good dad with your dramatically fitful tantrum." His words were like salt on an open wound, but he didn't know better, his innocence a blunt weapon. Plankton's antennae snapped back, his eye narrowing. "Out," he said, his voice a glacial wind. "You don't get to be in here right now." Chip's eyes filled with shock, then hurt, as the reality of his father's words sank in. "But Dad, I didn't mean..." But Plankton was a wall of ice, his antennae stiff and unyielding. "No, get out," he repeated, his voice a chilling wind that sliced through Chip's protests. "I want you out of my sight, Chip. Just go." His eye was a storm cloud, threatening rain. Chip felt the sting of his dad's words, the coldness of his rejection. He took a step back, his hand dropping to his side. "But Dad, I just want to..." But Plankton's antennae remained stiff, his voice unyielding. "Out," he repeated, his eye a storm cloud ready to burst. "You don't get to stay here after saying that." Chip's eyes searched his father's, his own filled with a mix of hurt and bewilderment. "But Dad," he whispered, "I don't..." But Plankton's antennae remained rigid, his voice like ice. "I said, OUT." His anger was a palpable thing in the room, a force that pushed Chip backward, despite his father's physical stillness. With a final look of hurt and disbelief, Chip turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like the ghosts of all the moments he had hoped to share with his father. Plankton watched him go, his heart a leaden weight in his chest. Those words Chip used might as well be unforgivable. Karen's eyes were wide with concern, but she knew better than to push him in that moment. She knew his triggers, and how Chip inadvertently said the wrong thing. She knew he actually doesn't want to bring attention, and being told his pleas for boundaries have been called tantrums, by his own son, in his own room... Karen knew how his moments of 'twitching' and 'freezes' and 'mishaps' and 'venting' as he preferred to call them, being called tantrums... Plankton closed his eye, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his own tears. Karen approached him cautiously, her screen filled with worry. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle as a summer breeze. Plankton's antennae drooped, his body slumped in the chair. "No," he murmured, his voice thick with pain. "But I will be." He took a deep, shuddering breath, his chest rising and falling like the tides. Karen watched him, her heart in her throat. She knew the storm would pass, but the wreckage it left behind was always the same. She reached out a tentative hand, her touch feather-light on his shoulder. "Do you want me to explain to Chip?" she offered, her voice a whisper. Plankton's antennae twitched, his body still trembling. "No," he managed to say, his voice a rasp. His eye remained closed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Karen's hand hovered for a moment before retreating, her heart breaking for her husband. "Okay," she murmured, giving him the space he needed. She knew the importance of respecting his boundaries now more than ever. "He just didn't know how much his wording hurt you.." "I know," Plankton said, his voice barely audible. "But that doesn't make it sting any less." He took another deep breath, his antennae twitching with the effort of calming his racing thoughts. Karen's hand hovered over him, wanting to comfort but knowing not to push. "If he asks, can I tell him? You know, so he doesn't..." Plankton's antennae twitched again, his eye finally opening. "Only if he specifically asks about it," he said, his voice stronger now. "Otherwise he needs to understand for himself and figure it out if he wants to help so bad." Karen nodded, her screen filled with understanding. She knew her husband's pride and the importance of their son coming to terms with his condition without being forced to. She gave him a gentle squeeze. "I'll be here," she said. "For both of you." The room remained silent for a long moment, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Plankton took another deep breath, his antennae slowly unfurling. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a whisper. Karen's eyes searched his, her hand still on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, her voice a gentle caress. Plankton took a moment to consider. The storm in his head was beginning to abate, the pain lessening with each passing second. "I'd just like some time to myself." Karen nodded, her screen filling with love and sadness. "I'll make sure he doesn't bother you," she promised, her voice a soft whisper. She knew how important it was for Plankton to have space. Chip stood in his room, the closed door a barrier between him and his father's pain. He felt like a sea urchin thrown onto the sharp rocks of misunderstanding, his spikes no match for the storm of emotions that had just erupted. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made things worse. He had wanted to connect, but instead, he had hurt the one person he loved most. His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his father's behavior. The words "autism spectrum" echoed in his thoughts, a mysterious code he hadn't known existed. He had heard the term before, but it had always been a distant concept, not something that could affect his own life. He sat down on his bed, his hands shaking. He felt like he had just been handed a treasure map without knowing how to read it. His dad's condition was a treasure, a key to understanding the man he idolized, but the map was written in a language he hadn't learned. With each passing second, the weight of his father's words grew heavier. He had never thought about the world from Plankton's perspective, had never considered that his touch could be anything but comforting. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of him.

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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS x (Autistic Author) Karen's heart squeezes as she sees the vulnerability in her husband. She reaches out and takes Plankton's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "We're all learning here," she says. "And we'll keep figuring it out together." Then, Chip speaks up again, his voice a little stronger. "Daddy," he says, "I still want to show you affection." Plankton looks up, his antennae twitching with a hint of sadness. "I know, buddy," he says. "And I appreciate that. But sometimes, my brain needs a different kind of love." Chip frowns. "But I don't know how," he says. Plankton's antennae wiggle as he thinks. "How about this?" he suggests, his eye brightening slightly. "You can make me a 'love rock'." Chip's eyes light up with excitement, and Karen nods encouragingly. "You can pick out a rock from the beach or the yard, and every time you feel like giving me a hug but know I might not be able to handle it, you can give me the rock instead. That way, I'll always know you're thinking of me." Chip nods eagerly, already imagining the perfect rock in his mind. "I'll find the biggest, smoothest rock," he says, his eyes shining with purpose. Plankton's antennae rise slightly, and he manages a smile. "That's my boy," he says, his voice a little less strained. “I’ll go look in our backyard right now,” Chip says as he does so. Karen watches him run off and looks at Plankton, her eyes filled with emotion. "You ok?" she asks, squeezing his hand. Plankton nods, his antennae still. "I think so," he murmurs. "Thank you, Karen." Karen squeezes his hand in return, her eyes filled with understanding. "You're doing great," she whispers. As Chip rummages outside, the sound of his little feet pattering on the ground, Karen and Plankton sit in the quiet kitchen, the weight of their conversation still hanging in the air. Plankton's antennae droop slightly, but there's a newfound openness in his gaze. "Do you think he'll understand?" Plankton asks, his voice still raw from the previous night's emotions. Karen squeezes his hand, her eyes filled with warmth. "He's a smart kid," she reassures him. "And he loves you. He'll get it." They sit in silence for a moment, listening to the distant sounds of Chip's exploration. Then, Plankton speaks up, his voice tentative. "What if I have another meltdown?" he asks. Karen squeezes his hand, her gaze unwavering. "We'll be there for you," she says. "We'll help you through it." The sound of the back door opening and closing echoes through the house, and Chip returns, holding a rock that fits perfectly in the palm of his hand. It's smooth, with a slight shimmer in the light. "Here it is!" he exclaims, holding it out to Plankton. "It's your love rock!" Plankton's antennae lift, and a genuine smile spreads across his face as he takes the rock. "It's perfect," he says, his voice filled with emotion. He can feel the warmth from Chip's hand still lingering on the stone. "Thank you, buddy." Chip beams, his earlier fears forgotten in the excitement of the moment. "Can we go to the park now?" he asks, hopeful. Karen looks at Plankton, who nods wearily. "Sure," she says, pushing her chair back. "But let's take it slow, okay?" The park is a familiar place, filled with the sounds of children's laughter and the distant hum of the city. As they walk, Chip chats away, his voice a balm to Plankton's nerves. Karen notices the subtle changes in her husband's gait, the way his antennae twitch with every new sound or sight. She knows he's trying hard to stay present, to not get overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught of the outside world. When they reach the playground, Chip runs off to the swings, his love rock clutched tightly in his hand. Plankton watches him, his gaze a mix of pride and concern. He knows his son's energy can be too much for him sometimes, but he doesn't want to miss out on these moments. Plankton takes a deep breath, his antennae wiggling as he gathers his courage. He approaches the swing set, his eye scanning the area for any potential triggers. The chains of the swings glint in the sun, and he can almost feel the sway of the seat beneath him. He hasn't swung in years, not since before Chip was born. Plankton sits on the swing by Chip. The metal is cold and hard beneath him, but as he starts to push off with his foot, the chains begin to squeak a comforting rhythm. The motion is familiar, almost soothing, reminding him of a time when the world was simpler, less stormy. He watches Chip, his heart swelling with love as his son's laughter fills the air. As they swing side by side, Plankton's antennae twitch with every movement of the breeze, every giggle that escapes Chip. The wind rushes through the playground, and he feels the rock in his pocket, a reminder of their newfound understanding. The rhythmic motion of the swing starts to work its magic, and Plankton's beginning to relax. The gentle sway feels like a lullaby for his overstimulated brain. Plankton smiles, his antennae waving in a way that says everything is ok. They swing in silence for a while, the steady back and forth a comforting metronome to the chaotic symphony of the playground around them. Plankton can feel the tension in his body slowly uncoiling, the squeak of the chains becoming a familiar melody that soothes his frazzled nerves.

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here is the school song (matilda the musical) but in Thai (translated on Google translate): เฮ้ย! เด็กใหม่เหรอ? แล้วคุณคิดว่าคุณสามารถ เอาชีวิตรอดจากความยุ่งเหยิงนี้ได้โดยเป็นเจ้าชายหรือเจ้าหญิง ไม่นานคุณก็จะเห็น ไม่มีทางหนีจากโศกนาฏกรรมได้ และแม้ว่า คุณจะทุ่มเทความพยายามอย่างหนัก คุณก็กำลังเสียพลังงานไปโดยเปล่าประโยชน์ เพราะชีวิตของคุณที่คุณรู้จักคือประวัติศาสตร์โบราณ ฉันทนทุกข์ทรมานในคุกแห่งนี้ ฉันติดอยู่ในกรงนี้มาเป็นเวลานาน นรกบนดินแห่งนี้! แต่ถ้าฉันพยายาม ฉันจะจำได้ ย้อนกลับไปก่อนที่ชีวิตของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง ก่อนที่วันแห่งความสุขของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง ก่อนที่ฉันจะได้ยินเสียงระฆังดังเป็นครั้งแรก เช่นเดียวกับคุณ ฉันอยากรู้อยากเห็น ไร้เดียงสามาก ฉันถามคำถามนับพันคำถาม แต่เว้นแต่คุณต้องการทนทุกข์ทรมาน ฟังนะ แล้วฉันจะสอนคุณ สิ่งหนึ่งหรือสองสิ่ง คุณฟังที่นี่ ที่รัก คุณจะถูกลงโทษอย่างรุนแรงหากคุณทำผิดกฎ และถ้าคุณร้องไห้ คุณจะยิ่งร้องไห้หนักขึ้น คุณควรอยู่ห่างจากปัญหา และจำไว้ว่าต้องระมัดระวังอย่างยิ่ง ทำไม? ทำไม? ทำไม? คุณได้ยินสิ่งที่เราพูดไหม? รอเรียนพละศึกษาก่อน! พละศึกษาคืออะไร? พละศึกษา ความพิเศษของ Trunchbull คุณเป็นใคร? เราเป็นหัวหน้าห้อง เราอยู่ที่นี่เพื่อพาคุณไปเรียน งั้นเราจะเริ่มเรียนกันใช่ไหม? โอ้ คุณจะเริ่มเรียนแล้ว โอเค เยี่ยมเลย! ฉันรู้ตัวอักษรแล้ว! คุณจะไม่รู้ตัวอักษรจนกว่าเราจะเรียนตัวอักษรให้คุณ แล้วคุณก็คิดว่าคุณสามารถ เอาชีวิตรอดจากความยุ่งเหยิงนี้ด้วยการเป็นเจ้าชายหรือเจ้าหญิง ไม่นานคุณก็จะรู้ ไม่มีทางหนีจากโศกนาฏกรรมได้ และแม้ว่าคุณจะทุ่มเทความพยายามมากเพียงใด คุณก็กำลังเสียพลังงานไปโดยเปล่าประโยชน์ เพราะชีวิตของคุณที่คุณรู้จักนั้นเป็นประวัติศาสตร์โบราณ ฉันต้องทนทุกข์ทรมานในคุกแห่งนี้ ฉันถูกขังอยู่ในกรงนี้มาเป็นเวลานาน นรกบนดินแห่งนี้! แต่ถ้าฉันลอง ฉันก็จำได้ ย้อนกลับไปก่อนที่ชีวิตของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง ก่อนที่วันแห่งความสุขของฉันจะสิ้นสุดลง ก่อนที่ฉันจะได้ยินเสียงระฆังดังลั่นเป็นครั้งแรก เช่นเดียวกับคุณ ฉันอยากรู้อยากเห็น ไร้เดียงสามาก ฉันถามคำถามนับพันคำถาม แต่เว้นแต่คุณต้องการที่จะทุกข์ทรมาน ฟังนะ แล้วฉันจะสอนคุณ สิ่งหนึ่งหรือสองสิ่ง คุณฟังที่นี่ ที่รัก คุณจะถูกลงโทษอย่างรุนแรงหากคุณทำผิดกฎ และหากคุณร้องไห้ คุณจะยิ่งร้องไห้หนักขึ้นเป็นสองเท่า คุณควรอยู่ห่างจากปัญหา และจำไว้ว่าต้องระมัดระวังอย่างยิ่ง ทำไม? ทำไม? ทำไม? คุณไม่ได้ยินสิ่งที่เราพูดเหรอ? ฉันเพิ่งรู้ว่าบางคนยังไม่เข้าชั้นเรียน แก้ไขตรงนี้ คุณมีห้าวินาทีในการปฏิบัติตาม A, B, C, D, E, F, G (ห้า) H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P (สี่!) Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X (สาม) Y, Y, Y, Y, Y, Y, Y (สอง) ลาเวนเดอร์ มาทิลดา เข้ามา เร็วเข้า! (หนึ่ง!) รอเรียนพละศึกษาก่อน! Yayyyy!!!. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁.

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