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༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻ LOVING MEMORY ༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻

vicenarian (20–29)
tricenarian (30–39)
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quinquagenarian (50–59) 
sexagenarian (60–69)
septuagenarian (70–79)
octogenarian (80–89)
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supercentenarian (110+) supracentenarian 
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↓ below are unreached ages of human people ↓

sesquicentenarian (150–159)
bicentenarian (200–299)
multicentenarian (200+)
tricentenarian (300–399)
quadricentenarian (400–499)
quincentenarian (500–599)

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My family        
Story by Pansyk            

I died eight years ago.

It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life.

It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful.

If anything, I’m the opposite..

↓Keep reading ↓

31ST OCT 2020 

u/Pansyk

I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and

lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe.

It's not his fault.

I am not vengeful.

I’m the opposite.

You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her.

I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home.

Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her.

As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent,  so they weren’t afraid or angry.

They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family.

Someone is trying to force the door.

Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family.

The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that.

The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin.

Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

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https://www.wordexample.com/list/words-suffix-cide
Foeticide, of a fetus
Neonaticide, of a child during the first 24 hours of life
Infanticide, an infant from month old to 12 months
Avunculicide, one's uncle
Fratricide, one's brother
Mariticide, one's husband or significant other
Matricide, one's mother
Nepoticide, one's nephew
Parricide, of one's close relative
Patricide, of one's father
Sororicide, of one's sister
Uxoricide, of one's wife or girlfriend
Nepticide, of one's niece
Amiticide, of one's aunt
Geronticide – the abandonment of the elderly to Senicide

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I 🤍 DAD

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July 27th, 2010, 3:46 AM

Today, my boyfriend came over and met my parents.

Then he left, and my Dad told me that my boyfriend loved me.

I smiled and asked, “How do you know?”

He said, “Because he looks at you the same way I look at your Mother.”

Love GMH

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can we all just come together and be besties... plz.... ☹☹😞😞

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Repost this If you miss
someone right now.

July 27, 2015

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𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓲𝔃𝓮: 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 & 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 
𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮. ଓ

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 hr. ago
villianrules
 
After taking the ancestry test I discovered that I was related to a serial killer.

It makes me so proud of continuing the legacy.

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Jan 1, 2011 9:47 PM

Mom 

<Your great aunt just passed away. LOL

Why is that funny?>

<It's not funny! Wht do you mean? 

Mom lol means laughing out loud!>

<Oh goodness!! I sent that to everyone I thought it meant lots of love.

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i turned to the guy who 
k1lled my wife
✨
He cried so 
desperately, scared for what was to come. 
If only he had talked to me and tried to 
reason, maybe I could have spared him. 
But that was impossible. After all, he was 
born just a few moments ago...

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Do need the pap smear test if a virg!n and/or not s*xual active?

You may not necessarily require, unless...

You want to plan on having offspring
To check for as*ault (such as ab*se)
A family relation has had female reproductive cancer
if contemplating feticidal abort1on
If getting some reproductive apparatus


if any of the above applies to you, the circumstances might be different
regarding whether or not you as a virg!n should get one if you're not active

The pap smear test only checks for cancers caused by the hpv transmitted virus
which is transmitted vía such contact

If you're not virg!n you may have hpv (said cancer causing virus, which the pap 
checks you for) dormant in your system

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r/shortscarystories
4 yr. ago
RVKony
Join

The Blind Child

"Stãbbing."

Sylvia pointed a trembling finger at my brother Arthur. Her milky, unseeing eyes gleamed in his direction, and his wife, Agnes, trembled with indignation from across the table. My husband's face colored as he dropped his fork and dragged our daughter back into her bedroom, scolding her as they went.

The rest of the night was awkward, and the pep in our conversation never recovered.

Two weeks later, Agnes was st*bbed to dEath in her office parking lot. An college student found her, and called the cops.

My brother swore that he bore no ill will against my daughter, but I could tell that he was lying.

One day, the middle-aged woman who taught my daughter how to read her braille called me. "Ma'am, I don't know what's going on but your daughter's been whispering, 'electrocution, electrocution,' for the past half-hour and it's starting to distract her from her lessons. Could you please talk to her?"

I did.

Sylvia, in her nine-year-old lack of understanding, told me it was "just a cool new word" she learnt at school.

The dEath of an electrician made headlines the following week. It was a freak accident involving tangled wires and a bucket of water.

Sylvia's teacher's face was blurred for privacy, but her voice was as familiar as anything to me:

"He was…my partner…my soulmate."

While my husband was working late, I called Sylvia into the living room.

"Honey, is there anything Mommy should know?"

She hesitated.

"Honey, you know you can talk to me."

She denied it once more, "I have no secrets from you, Mommy."

My husband walked into the living room with his hair tousled and his eyes distant.

Instead of rushing to hug her dad, Sylvia simply turned towards him. "Fire," she said.

My heart stopped. Everytime Sylvia said something like that, it was the person's partner who d1ed, and of that reason too. A fire? Was Sylvia merely making predictions, or was she cûrsêd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dēvıl child—

I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lįfe over the next few days. All the while, I kept my eyes on Sylvia. Sylvia. I had grown almost hateful towards my own daughter.

My husband came home one night, wounded and blackened with soot, while I sat in the living room and Sylvia listened to the radio beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked.

He gulped. "One of my colleagues, her house…her house caught fire. She was trapped in, but I managed to escape."

That turned the gears in my head. "What were you doing in her house?"

The expression on my husband's face was a sufficient admission of guilt. I opened my mouth to speak—no, to scream—but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered:

"Poisoning."

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http://www.celticcousins.net/scott/stmaryscem.htm

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I found myself opening a door in the basement and then
I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. 
The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them.
I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out.
I called them and told them to not get on the plane. 
The sand in the hour-glasses refilled.
—Human_Gravy

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July 1974, Neville Ebbin was knocked off his small motorcycle and killed by a taxi in Hamilton, Bermuda.⠀
🚩⠀
One year later in July 1975, his brother, Erskine Lawrence Ebbin was knocked off the same motorcycle by the same taxi with the same driver, carrying the same passenger, on the same street that had killed his brother, Neville.⠀
⠀
Both brothers were 17 when they died. 

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“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding 
our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead 
girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer

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🔵
The first man to drown during the building of the Hoover
was J.G. Tierney, on December 20, 1922. The final man to
during the project was Patrick W. Tierney, his son, in 1935 -
- also on December 20.
🔵

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𝓘'𝓶 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓪 𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 ~ 𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷

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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS v

(Autistic Author)



Karen watches the exchange, her heart 
heavy with the weight of their 
conversation. "Plankton," she says 
gently. "What can Chip do to help you?"


"Just be
patient," he says. "And maybe don't 
touch me to much."

Chip's eyes widen at the admission, and 
he nods solemnly. "Okay," he says. "But 
what if you don't look okay?"

Plankton's antennae twitch in what 
Karen recognizes as a sign of 
discomfort, but he answers. "Inform 
Karen, I mean uh ‘Mommy’, but just wait 
for me to come back I guess," he says. 
"Don't call panicked attention to it."

Chip nods, his eyes searching 
Plankton's face. "But what if you fall 
down or something?"

Plankton's antennae wave slightly. "Well, 
if that happens," he says, his voice gruff 
but gentle, "you can offer to help me up, 
yet also same thing. But then just 
remember to give me some space, 
okay?"

Chip nods, his eyes never leaving 
Plankton's face. "I will, Dad," he says, 
voice earnest.

Karen feels a knot in her throat, 
watching the two of them. Plankton's 
vulnerability is a rare sight, but she 
knows it's a step in the right direction. 
She decides to push the conversation a 
bit further.

"Chip," she says softly. "Do you have 
any more questions?"

Chip looks at Plankton, his eyes 
searching. "Why’d you get so mad when 
asking you questions?"

Plankton's antennae twitch again, a hint 
of frustration in his eye. "It's just... it's 
hard to explain," he says, his voice tight.
"I know you're trying to help, but 
sometimes it feels like you're poking at a 
sore spot."
Chip's expression falls, his lower lip 
trembling. "But I didn't mean to hurt you, 
Dad," he says, his voice a whisper.
Plankton sighs, his antennae dropping 
to his side. "I know you didn't," he says, 
his voice softer. "It's just that sometimes, 
when people ask questions about it, it 
feels like they're not accepting me the 
way I am."

Karen's heart breaks a little at her 
husband's words, but she knows this is 
a breakthrough. "Chip," she says, her 
voice gentle. "What Daddy's trying to 
say is that sometimes, it's hard for him 
to talk about."

Chip nods, his eyes still on Plankton. 
"But you're still my dad," he says, his 
voice firm. "I'll always love you, no 
matter what."

Plankton's antennae twitch as he nods 
and for a 
moment, Karen sees a flicker of emotion 
in his eye. The room is silent, the air 
thick with unspoken words. Karen's 
heart is racing, knowing this is a pivotal 
moment. Plankton has always struggled 
with expressing his emotions, especially 
with their son. The words "I love you"
are as foreign to him as the surface 
world.

"I know you do, buddy," Plankton says, 
his voice gruff. He clears his throat, 
looking down at the rock on the coffee 
table. "But for me, it's not always easy to 
say those words." He looks up at Chip, 
his eye filled with something Karen can't 
quite place—pain, perhaps, or regret. 
"But just because I don't say it, doesn't 
mean I don't feel it, okay?"

Chip nods, his eyes never leaving his 
dad's face. "But why can't you say it?" 
he asks, his voice small.

Plankton's antennae droop, and he 
looks away, his eye avoiding contact 
with both Karen and Chip.

"I just want to make sure you know that I 
love you," Chip says, his voice a mix of 
hope and desperation. "Isn't that what 
families do?"

The room seems to shrink around them, 
the air charged with anticipation. 
Plankton's antennae shoot straight up, 
and his eye narrows into a glare. Karen 
can almost see the cogs turning in his 
mind, the struggle to find the right 
words.

"Why do you keep asking?" Plankton 
snaps, his voice sharp as a knife.

Chip flinches, but Karen squeezes his 
hand, giving him the courage to keep 
asking. "I just want to understand," Chip 
whispers.

Plankton's eye flashes with irritation. 
"Why does it matter so much?" he 
snaps, his antennae quivering. "Why do 
you have to know everything?"

Chip shrinks back, his voice trembling. 
"Because I don't want you to be sad," he 
says, his eyes brimming with tears.

Plankton processes Chip's words. His 
antennae quiver, his eye flitting between 
his son and Karen, who's watching with 
a silent plea for patience.

"Why do you keep asking?" Plankton 
repeats, his voice rising slightly. "What's 
so important about me saying it?"

Karen's eyes are filled with a silent 
apology as she sees the confusion and 
hurt on Chip's face. She knows 
Plankton's words are a defense 
mechanism, a way to keep his own fears
at bay. But she also knows how much 
their son needs to hear those words.

"Plankton," she says gently, her voice a
soft reminder of the love in the room. 
"Chip just wants to understand."

Plankton sighs, his antennae dropping in 
defeat. "I know," he murmurs. "I just... I 
don't know how to explain it so he gets 
it."

Karen nods, her heart aching for both 
her son and her husband. "Chip," she 
says, her voice soft. "Daddy's trying, okay?"

But Chip's eyes are on Plankton, 
searching for answers that Plankton 
seems unwilling to give. Plankton's 
antennae are a blur of movement, his 
frustration palpable in the air. "I don't 
know how to explain it so you'll get it!" 
he snaps, his voice echoing off the 
walls.

Chip's eyes widen, and he withdraws 
further into himself, clutching the rock 
tightly. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice 
shaking.

Karen's grip on Plankton's hand 
tightens, a silent plea for calm. 
"Plankton," she says gently, "you don't 
have to explain everything right now. We 
just want to help."

But Plankton's antennae are a blur of 
agitation, his eye darting around the 
room as if searching for an escape. "I 
don't know what you want from me," he 
says, his voice tight. "I'm trying to be 
honest, but it feels like no matter what I 
say, it's not enough."

Karen can see the frustration in her 
husband's movements, his antennae 
waving erratically. "You don't have to 
have all the answers right now," she 
soothes, her voice a gentle reminder of 
the love in the room.

Plankton's eye narrows, his antennae 
stiff with tension. "But Chip expects me 
to," he murmurs, his voice filled with a 
hint of accusation. "You want me to just 
lay it all out, like it's simple."

Karen can feel the frustration rolling off 
of him, and she knows that pushing him 
further won't help. "I know it's hard," she 
says, her voice soothing. "But we can 
take it slow, okay?"

Plankton's antennae quiver, and he 
nods, his eye still narrowed in irritation. 
"Fine," he grumbles. "But don't expect 
me to be good at it."

The tension in the room is thick, but 
Karen refuses to let it linger. She takes a 
deep breath, her eyes on Chip. "Why 
don't we start by talking about what 
happened today?" she suggests, her 
voice calm and even.

Plankton's antennae twitch, and he 
nods, his eye flicking to Chip before 
looking away again. "Ok," he says, his 
voice tight.

"Do you remember what happened at 
the park today?" Karen asks, keeping 
her voice gentle and steady.

Plankton's antennae twitch, and he nods 
stiffly. "Yes," he says, his voice tight. "I 
had one of my... moments."

Chip looks at him, his eyes wide with 
concern. "Is it okay with Dad…"

"I'm right here, buddy," Plankton 
interrupts, his antennae still, his eye 
fixed on the floor. "And I'm okay."

But Chip isn't convinced. "But you 
weren't okay at the park," he says, his 
voice quivering. "You were scared I 
think.."

Plankton's antennae shoot up in 
frustration. "I was not scared!" he snaps, 
his voice echoing through the room. "It's 
just... it's hard to explain!"

Karen's heart squeezes, watching her 
husband's distress, but she knows they 
need to keep the conversation going. 
"Chip," she says gently, "why don't you 
tell us what you felt when you saw 
Daddy's moment?"

Chip looks at Karen, his eyes glistening. 
"I was scared," he admits, his voice 
shaky. "I didn't know what to do, and 
everyone was looking."

Plankton's antennae droop, his eye 
flicking to the floor. He's visibly upset, 
and Karen can see the anger bubbling 
beneath the surface.

"I just want to know," Chip says, his 
voice trembling, "I wanna know why 
you…"

But before he can finish, Plankton's 
antennae shoot up in anger, his eye 
flashing with a fury. "Why do you keep 
poking at me like that?" he yells, his 
voice echoing through the room. "Can't 
you just leave me alone?"

Chip's eyes fill with tears, and he jumps 
back, his small body trembling. Karen's 
heart sinks as she sees the fear in her 
son's eyes, and she knows that 
Plankton's outburst isn't helping.

"Plankton," she says firmly, her voice 
cutting through the tension.

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𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱
𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 1

Chip came home
early from a friend's
house. His parents
are named Karen and 
Plankton. They didn't
expect Chip home so
early, nor do they notice
him outside their bed
room door. Plankton has
an autistic neurodisability
they've kept hidden, so
imagine Chip's confusion
upon seeing his dad having
an absence seizure.

Plankton's eye
stared blankly ahead,
unblinking, as Karen
sat by him. "I've your
box of your special
sensory items. What
plushie might you want?"
she whispered. "I'll just
get your stuffed bear."
Her voice was soothing,
and calm.

The room was
silent except for the
rhythmic sound of
his breathing. He
was in the midst of
an absence seizure,
his mind momentarily
adrift. She knew the
routine by heart.
Everything had to be
just right to bring him
back to reality without
causing distress.

Karen gently picked
up the box. She selected
a favorite plush, the worn
bear, and then
carefully approached.

As she neared, she
noticed Chip, his eyes
wide and scared,
staring at the scene
from the doorway. She
swallowed her surprise,
trying to maintain
the serene façade. "Hi
sweetie, come in," she
managed, her voice steady.
Chip tiptoed closer, his
heart racing. He had
never seen his dad like
this.

"What's happening to
Dad?" he whispered.
Karen knelt beside him,
her eyes full of warmth.
"Chip, right now Dad is
just having a little rest
but with his eye open.
It's like when you get
so lost in a video
game you don't hear me
calling you."

"But why is he like
this?" Chip's curiosity
was palpable, his voice
shaking slightly.

Karen took a deep
breath, choosing her
words with care. "Dad has
what's called a congenital
neurodisability," she began. "It's
a bit like when a daydream
but his 'neuroregressions' are
more intense for him. One might
call these moments
'brain hiccups'. We kept it
hidden because he didn't
want people to judge him."

Chip's gaze never left
his father's frozen expression.
"But why hide it?"

Karen squeezed his hand,
her eyes reflecting empathy.
"Because, dear, some
people might not
understand. They could
make fun or treat him
differently. We didn't want
his world to be harder. And
you know your father values
his pride."

Chip nodded, his
thoughts racing. He had
always known his dad
was different, but he had
never quite put his finger
on how. "Can I talk to him?"

Karen's smile was
soft. "It's important
that you know, but we want
to make sure he's okay
with sharing too. It's a form
of autism he has. But right
now he's in a little bubble.
It's like he's in a different
world, okay? But we can coax
him back gently." She placed
the bear in Plankton's hand. His
hands curled around it
instinctively, clutching
the familiar softness. "He might not
immediately engage with you, but
you can try speaking to him."

Chip leaned closer, his voice
trembling. "Dad?"
Plankton's eye remains
fixed, unblinking. Karen
gave him a gentle nudge.
"Remember, sweetie, don't
touch his body or startle him.
Just let him know you're here."

"Dad, it's us, and a
stuffed bear is also
here for you. The
bear is so soft," Chip said,
his voice a mix of
fear and wonder. "It's
waiting for you to wake
up." He paused, watching
his father's unmoving
hand. Plankton's thumb
twitched slightly against
the plush fabric. It was
the tiniest of movements,
but it was something.

Karen nodded encouragingly
from the sidelines, her eyes
never leaving her husband.
"That's it, Chip," she murmured.
"Keep talking to him."

Chip swallowed the lump
in his throat, his eyes
wet with unshed tears.
He took another deep breath
and leaned even closer. "Dad,
can you feel the bear?"
He paused, watching his
father's hand tighten around
the plush toy. "It's here, wanting
you to play. Do you see it's
smiling? Look, the bear's smiling
just for you."

Plankton's hand
moved slightly, tracing the
bear's stitched smile with his
thumb. Karen's eyes filled with
relief as she watched the
connection unfold.

"See, Dad?" Chip whispered, his
voice barely audible. "The bear
missed you. It's here to keep
you company until you're ready to come
back to us." His words were met
with a faint sigh from Plankton, a sign
his brain was slowly emerging from
its brief retreat.

Encouraged, Chip took the
stuffed bear and waved it in
front of Plankton's vacant gaze.
"Look, the bear's waving back!"
He hoped the motion would
catch Plankton's attention,
but his father remained even
more still, his eye unmoving.

He tried a different tactic,
placing the bear gently on
Plankton's lap and giving
it a little shake. "It's okay,
Dad, the bear wants to play,"
he said, his voice a soft coax.
"What do you say? Can we
play together?"

For a moment, nothing.
Then, a flicker. Plankton's
eye moved slightly,
refocusing on the bear. It
was a small victory. "Look, Dad,
it's smiling at you. It's happy
you're holding it," Chip said,
his voice steady now.

Slowly, Plankton's hand
began to stroke the bear's
fur. The rhythmic motion
was almost mesmerizing.
Karen watched, her own
heart rate returning to normal.
It was always a delicate
balance, bringing him back.

"That's right, Dad," Chip
said, his voice filled with
encouragement. "You're doing
great." He picked up
another plushie from the box,
a small octopus with long,
waving tentacles. "Look what else
I found, an octopus!"

Plankton's gaze shifted
slightly. "It's got eight arms 
and can give you so many
hugs at once." Chip held the
octopus up. Plankton's hand 
twitched.

Karen watched with a
tiny smile, her heart swelling 
with pride for her son's
patience. "Why don't you put 
it on Dad's other hand?" she
suggested quietly. Chip nodded,
gently placing the octopus
on his father's hand. Plankton
flinched at first but soon grew
still again.

"Now, Dad, you have more
friends to keep you company,"
Chip said. "They're so friendly 
and smart." Karen watched
as Chip was about to speak
again but she held up a finger,
signaling for him to wait.

Plankton's eye blinked
suddenly, breaking the
glassy stare. His gaze
flitted around the room,
trying to piece together
his surroundings,
his expression puzzled.
"You're okay," Karen said,
her voice a gentle whisper.
"K-Karen?" he croaked, his voice
hoarse from his unspoken
silence. "What...what's
going on?" he asked, his voice
weak but growing stronger.

Chip watched, his own
anxiety fading as he saw
his dad's confusion. He
held up the octopus. "Look,
Dad, it's okay. We're here.
You had a little brain hiccup
but we're playing with
plushies." He tried to
smile, unsure if Plankton
would understand.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
34 min. ago
MistStarz


“Sweetie, dolls don’t move on ıt's own,” 
mother comforted her terrıfıed 
daughter.

“So just sit sti̕ll while I stitch your prettɥ lıttle møuth up.”

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July 1996

. Twins can be conjoined at the:

Abdomen (omphalopagus).
Chest (thoracopagus).
Top of head down to the belly button, facing each other (cephalopagus).
Head only (craniopagus).
Pelvis, facing each other (ischiopagus).
Pelvis, side-to-side (parapagus).
Rump-to-rump (pygopagus).
Vertebral column (rachipagus).

Generally, parapagus are conjoined at the upper chest. Parapagus, united laterally, always share a conjoined pelvis with one or two sacrums and one symphysis pubis. Dithoracic parapagus is when the two chests are separated, and the fusion is confined to the pelvis and abdomen. Dicephalic parapagus is if there is the union of the entire trunk but not the heads. The heart, liver, and diaphragm are fused, but there is a duplication of the respiratory tract and upper digestive tract; the viscera organs are fused. There are two arms, two legs, and two complete vertebral column and spinal cord. The number of limbs varies from 4 to 7, rarely with four legs. Generally, each lung is present in a separate lung cavity. The fusion of lungs is very rare. The alignment of the conjoined pelvis is diagnostic-one complete pelvic ring, with a single anterior pubic symphysis, and with two laterally fused sacral bones, and predominantly only one rectum. Ischiopagi are united ventrally extending from the umbilicus down to a sizeable conjoined pelvis with two symphyses pubis and two sacrum. Craniopagus can be united at any portion of the skull except at the face and the foramen magnum. Pygopagus varieties are joined dorsally; sharing the sacrococcygeal and perineal regions, sometimes even involving the spinal cord. Rachipagus twins are united dorsally above the sacrum. The union may also include the occiput. The cephalopagus varients are fused from the umbilicus to the top of the head. The pelvis and lower abdomen are usually not fused. Thoracopagus are united face-to-face from the upper thorax down till the umbilicus. Omphalopagus are primarily United at the umbilical region aligned face to face. The pelvis is not united. The pure parapagus is two heads, two hands, two legs, two hearts and two pairs of lungs.

Conjoined twins are classified on the basis of the union's site, with the suffix pagus meaning fixed or fastened. The twins can have four (tetrapus), three (tripus), or two (bipus) legs.

Cephalopagus: The twins often have a fused thorax in addition to a fused head. The single fused head may have two faces (janiceps) 

Cephalothoracopagus twinning is characterized by the anterior union of the upper half of the body, with two faces angulated variably on a conjoined head. The anomaly is occasionally known as janiceps, named after the two-faced Roman god Janus. The prognosis is extremely poor because surgical separation is not an option, in that only a single brain and a single heart are present and the gastrointestinal (GI) tracts are fused.

Craniopagus: The conjoined twins share the skull, meninges, and venous sinuses 

Ischiopagus: The twins may lie face to face or end to end

Pygopagus: The twins are joined dorsally, sharing the sacrococcygeal and perineal regions 

Rachipagus: The twins generally have vertebral anomalies and neural tube defects.

Thoracopagus: The twins lie face to face and share the sternum, diaphragm, upper abdomen wall, and liver and have an exomphalos 

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22 years ago, a 16 year old girl was pregnant with a baby.

Understanding the circumstances, her parents told her to abort or be disowned.

Her best friend - her 18 year old neighbour - although he was not the father, stepped into the father figures shoes. They got married 2 years later.

Mom and Dad, your love for me, and for each other, GMH.

 Dec 1st, 2014

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In 1989 a woman gave birth to a girl who had down syndrome, and a hole in her heart and stomach. She died 3 years later.

Her next child was miscarried. She got pregnant again and was told to have an abortion that refused even though she knew the risks were high for her and the baby.

Here I am 14 years later, perfectly healthy.

Mom, your LGMH

 Dec 1st, 2014

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Terms for the Mvrder of Loved Ones

Amicicide:  of one’s friend  (amicus - friend)  

Avunculicide:  of one’s uncle  (avunculus - maternal uncle)  

Familicide:  of one’s family (spouse and children)  (familia - family)  

Filicide: of one’s daughter or son  (filia - daughter; filius - son)  

Fratricide: of one’s brother (or sibling) (frater - brother; fratrem - sibling)  

Mariticide:  of one’s husband (or spouse) (maritus - husband, spouse)  

Matricide:  of one’s mother  (mater - mother)  

Neonaticide:  of one’s newborn child (neo - new; natus - born)

Patricide: of one’s father (pater - father)

Prolicide: of one’s offspring (proles - offspring)

Senicide: of one’s elder (senes - elderly; senex - old man)

Sororicide:  of one’s sister (soror - sister)

Uxoricide:  of one’s wife (uxor - wife, spouse)

Amiticide:  of one’s aunt (amita - paternal aunt)

Aniclicide:  of one’s female elder (anicla - old woman)

Avicide:  of one’s grandparent (avia - grandmother; avus - grandfather)

Conjicide:  of one’s spouse (conjux, coniux - spouse, husband, wife)

Nepticide:  of one’s niece (nepti - niece)

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WIFE 

"Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner
table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook,
a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you
mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...'
I shrug, and start to eat dinner.
"Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile.
She races upstairs, and I continue eating.
escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really
take that long to put away clothes?
So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife
and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.*
"What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife
into her chest.

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r/shortscarystories
10 hr. ago
KieranWriter


Family Photo


The father stood at the front of the 
family photo and beamed a huge smile.

The kids were seated in front of 
the father on little stools.

His wife Deborah was at his side 
and he had his arms around her.

The camera was an automatic one 
the father had set before quickly 
running to get in to the frame.

Click. Big smiles.

The father walked over to the camera.

Just one more. Click. Big smiles.

It was done. A perfect family portrait. 
Get this up in a frame and he can take 
it with him wherever he goes...

The father put the kids to their beds 
and then his wife in front of the TV. 
It was Desperate Housewives; her favourite!

It made the father smile.

Don’t worry dear, I’ll do the dishes. 
I’ll load the washing. You just watch TV.

The father was a perfect husband. He did 
everything that he said he would. A real 
whizz around the house.

The house was sparkling 
by the time he had finished.

There was a chime on Deborah’s phone.
It was her sister Mary
 - Hey, not heard from you all day. You ok?

Deborah won’t mind, I will just shoot off a 
short message so that Mary isn’t too alarmed.

 - Hey all good, just watching TV, really tired. 
Long day. Off to bed soon xx.

It’s fine. They look at each other’s phones all 
the time. There’s trust in this relationship.

A reply from Mary
 - OK call me tomorrow xx

The father thought for a moment, just a moment, a 
flicker of worry, then replied
 - sorry better I don’t, I’ve caught a bad sore throat.

The father went into the living room to Deborah and 
gave her a big kiss on the forehead...

The next day, the father puts the frame up in 
the hallway, it will be the first thing that people 
will see when they walk into the house - the beautiful 
family, everybody’s dream...

Then he spent about an hour mowing the lawn.

After everything around the house was sorted, the father 
knew he could relax, finally relax and that the pressure 
was on for anything unexpected visits, so they don't walk 
into a dirty home...

He got into the car and took it out of the garage, turned it 
around and hit the road heading out of suburbs and through the city.

He loved his family, he really did, but sometimes a man needs a change 
and this father needs a fresh start. It wasn’t his first change of scenery.

He looked at the copy of the picture of his wife and kids on the dash
board and he felt a stab of pain...

If only he had taken that picture when they were still alive...

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
11 hr. ago
SkullStar

“I only want two kids; no more, no less”, my husband reassured me as I smiled.

The twins went inside the house and as my husband's pregnant mistress crossed the street, my foot pressed on the gas pedal.

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I was at my friends house, whose 5yr old little
brother died very recently due to a fire. He lived with his aunt and uncle. At dinner, his 4yr old
cousin blessed the meal. "Dear God, thank you for this meal. And I know your
keeping Brenden safe. Never stop playing with him.
Amen."
Little kids GMH

Mar 23, 2011 at 11:30pm by Carly, AR

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https://www.bassettbranches.org/tng/getperson.php?personID=I9186&tree=14B

Francis Edmund Bessette
Male 1904 - 1917  (~ 12 years)

Name	Francis Edmund Bessette 

Father	Augustin Seymour Bessette,   b. 1870,   d. 28 Aug 1948  (Age 78 years) 
Mother	Marie Louise Poulin 

Born	Jul 1904 	Richford, Vermont  
Gender	Male 
Died	1917 	Richford, Vermont

 	
The Bennington Evening Banner, Friday, October 10, 1919
Boy Suffocates In Elevator
Head Forced Between Knees When Caught in Pit by Descending Car

Richford, Oct. 8 ? Edmund (Edward?) Bessette, the 15-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Bessette, died of suffocation shortly after six o?clock tonight in a very unusual accident, his body being caught between the bottom of an elevator pit and the descending elevator, which forced his head between his knees and shut off his breath.
The accident happened as the lad went down to the basement of the Sweat Comings building for the purpose of getting some cracked ice to put in ice cream tanks for he Corliss Candy Kitchen where he was emplo9yed after school hours.
The buckets were filled with ice and it is supposed that the boy pulled the cable starting the elevator down and it pushed him under it. The accident was discovered when the boy failed to show up. H.H. Comings, first selectman, and Dr. R. M. Pelton were summoned and removed the body to the undertaking rooms of Powell & Comings, where and examination was held. No broken bones or even abrasions were discovered on the body and death was found due to suffocation.

Buried	All Saints Cemetery, Richford, Vermont

https://www.bassettbranches.org/tng/getperson.php?personID=I9186&tree=14B

new familycore vermontcore bessette

Today my aunt found out she's having a girl 
She told me she was upset, I asked why She said "I don't think anyone can live up to be as great as you, but then I remember that she will have you to look up to and to become as
wonderful"
My aunts love for me GMH:)

Jul 15, 2013 at 4:00am by Ashley S

new lgmh familycore gmh

Yesterday I saw a mother and daughter studying
for a big test, and the daughter has a disability . A man at the restaurant paid for their dinner and said, " God bless you for taking the time and working with
YOUR daughter, and not paying someone else to do it".
Loving families like this GMH !

Mar 22, 2011 at 3:00am by Morgan E,
Nashville, TN

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
13 hr. ago
Classic-Dog8399

 ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵖˡˢ ⬇️

When I picked up my daughter from the mental institution, something was off about her.

It was not just the feeling in my soul, but the stitches across her forehead.

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What GENS are y’all? 🤨

Lost Gen – 1883-1900 😩 

Greatest Gen – 1901-1927 👵🏽👴🏾

Silent Gen – 1928-1945 🤫 

Baby Boomer Gen – 1946-1964 👩🏽‍🍼👶🏽👨🏾‍🍼
 
Gen X – 1965 - 1980 ❌ 

Millennial – 1981-1996 💎 

Gen Z – 1997-2012 💤

Gen Alpha – 2013 - present 🎁

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r/shortscarystories
3 yr. ago
deontistic

Unnatural Birth

ᵀᵂ ᶜᵘᵗˢ

There was no other way, and there was no one else. The grotesque swell to the belly, the unnatural writhing, my indescribable pain—I was panicked, but I knew it was up to me. I had to do it. No one else seemed to have the spine to offer anything more than assistance.

Clinically . . . I had to think clinically. And I had to move fast, had to take the kn*fe and cut—yet I had to be careful not to cut too deep. To cut too deep would mean certain disaster, wouldn’t it. I had to šhut everything down; I had to šhut off the lights in all my rooms except the one where I would cut. I had to ignore my paın . . . exit the moment . . . had to proceed.

I took the kn*fe and placed its blxde on the belly, then I pressed and dragged—not too hãrd, but firm. The layers cut more easily than I’d imagined, and my incision was true. Still, no time to waste . . . had to keep moving. I pulled back the layers and reached deep into the belly. He was right there, my chıld, my soñ . . . I held him in my hands inside the belly, then I pulled him through the viscera, the muscle, the skın.

I held him in my arms, covered in blood as he was, eyès half øpened staring at nothing. Of course he was đeađ, just as they’d said he’d be. I held him . . . and I wailed . . . and wailed . . .

I hated . . . I hated my husband for making us come to the Amazon with him, hated myself for not refusing to come. I hated that I’d look͘ed̛ away, even though it’d only been for the slightest of moments. And though the beast hadn’t acted out of malevolence as my heart told me it surely must’ve, but only out of its instinct to survive . . . I hated the anaconda, too. My boy, my little James . . . he was just two . . .

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r/shortscarystories
1 day ago
CBenson1273

My Aunt Tried To Protect Me From My Mother
My childhood was a nightmare. My mother hated me and took every chance to show it. Nothing I ever did was good enough. ‘B’s on report cards were because I was stupid. Unfinished chores were because I was lazy. Any beatings I got were because I deserved them. And my father was just as bad.

Fortunately, her sister was my refuge. When things got too bad, I could go over there to escape for a day or two. Perhaps that was why my mother didn’t like Aunt Lisa. The feeling was mutual.

So I was surprised when my aunt told me she’d invited my parents over for tea tomorrow.

“Why would you invite them here? The whole reason I come here is to get away from them!!”

“I know,” she replied. “But that all ends tomorrow. I’m going to have a talk with them; they aren’t going to mistreat you anymore.”

I knew in my heart they’d never change, but she was determined to try.

The next day, I sat in the corner as my parents entered.

“There you are, you wretched child,” my mother said. “Come home this instant and stop causing trouble!”

“Now, now, Lydia,” replied my Aunt. “That behavior is exactly why I called you over today. It’s quite enough.”

“HOW DARE YOU TELL ME HOW TO RAIS—!”

“Do calm down, Lydia. All that screaming isn’t good for your blood pressure. What’s say we all relax, have a nice cup of tea, and discuss this like adults?”

My mother still looked furious, but she took the proffered cup and retook her seat.

“How you treat Annie isn’t right. It needs to stop.”

“You have no say in what I do in MY home. And whatever MY daughter gets, I can assure you it’s deserved.”

“So you aren’t open to change, then?”

“Absolutely not - that girl’s gotten exactly what she deserves.”

“Very well, then. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this.”

“Come to wh—“ my mother started when she suddenly began to foam at the mouth and grasp at her throat.

“Don’t mind that,” my Aunt said. “Just a bit of poison I placed in your cups. I was hoping you’d agree to change your ways, but clearly you never will. Goodbye, sister.”

After my parents had collapsed on the floor, I looked over at my aunt. “What did you do?”

“What needed to be done,” she replied.

“But what if they’d agreed to stop?”

“Then I’d have given them the antidote I was keeping in my purs—“

A look of shock crossed her face as her throat closed, replaced by panic as she rifled desperately through her purse.

“Looking for this?” I asked, holding up her syringe.

“But…. why?” my aunt asked as she collapsed.

“Remember all those times you saw my bruises and scars and sent me back there anyway?”

“But I loved you like a daughter,” she gasped with her final breath.

“Then you should’ve done better,” I said

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r/shortscarystories
3 mo. ago
Intrepid_Wanderer

ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ

Delivery Room

My grandparents were worried when I said I'd decided to get the tablet.

They're a bit old-fashioned, but they mean well. The thing is, it's 2084. 

Most people who can get the tablet just go ahead and accelerate 

through all nine months of pregnancy. The baby can be born as soon 

as the parents like- no need to endure mornıng sickness or false 

warnings for labor. And miscarriages are nearly a thing of the past- 

most babies are accelerated at the first warning. Medical technology 

is truly amazing.

Not everyone accelerates. Some people worry about those obscure 

studies on bonding ability in accelerated babies, some consider a 

"natural" course an unmissable experience and some just don't have 

access to it. Most of the time, though, people accelerate.

I was so excited to get to the hospital. I didn't even get an ultrasound 

done first- the test was positive, and I was about to see my baby 

anyway in a few minutes.

There were the occasional horror stories. Most of them were urban 

legends, tales of some quack who messed up and made horrific 

things happen. Truth was, there was very little to mess up, especially 

at a nice clinic like this one. With today's medications, I could 

expect to hardly feel the labor and go home with my family on the 

same day.

They said I'd feel a tingling in my abdomen, maybe even some light 

kicking. At first I did, but it was more uncomfortable than I'd imagined. 

It was like a twisting, stretching sensation inside of me. I hated to 

imagine what it might have been like if the tablet didn't also act as an 

aesthetic.

I tried to close my eyes and breathe through it. Something was 

soaking through the bed- must be my water breakıng. But it smelled 

metallic, and I was so dizzy. Why didn't I hear crying? Shouldn't it have 

worked by now?

Someone started shouting, but I couldn't open my eyes to see why. 

The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was a doctor 

asking about ultrasounds and the words "ectopic pregnancy."

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To my dear darling baby.
Author: Anonymous
Baby Name: Baby Zepeda
Birth Date: May 2011
Abortion Date: October 2010

The pain sometimes is so hard to bear, even after 11 years. I regretted it all the moment I woke up from the procedure. I screamed, “My baby!”. I’m so sorry I was weak and insecure. Your dad didn’t want to keep you because we were barely making it and didn’t want to give you a bad life. I was scared, no one would love me like your dad and he would leave me if I kept you. How wrong we were. He wouldn’t have left me. He would have loved you so much. Baby, you are missed every second of my life. Both your dad and I regret our decision. He also hurts for you too even tho he doesn’t show it. You have 2 sisters and 1 brother. I can’t wait to hug you and hold and kiss you in heaven. Oh my baby. How could I have been so stupid and weak. I know you are with God, Jesus y tu bisabuela y tus tios! I love you with all my being and hope you can forgive me. Your passing lead me to God. The only positive. I love you!

Posted: Jul 6, 2022

new familycore abortioncore

𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖯 𝗉𝗍. 8
(𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖠𝖡𝖴𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲) 

As she pulled the blankets up
to his chin, Plankton's hand
reached out, grasping for hers. "Stay,"
he murmured, his voice
barely above a whisper. Karen squeezed his
hand gently. "Always," she promised.

They sat in the quiet of
the room, the only sound the
rhythmic squeezing of the fidget
toy. Plankton's eyelid grew
heavy, his breathing deepening.
"It's ok," Karen whispered,
stroking his forehead. "Rest now."
Plankton's hand tightened briefly
around hers before his grip
slackened. His eye fluttered
closed, and she watched him
slip into a deep, much-needed
sleep.

During the week, Plankton got
more comfortable as Karen 
helped make adjustments. She
let him stim safely without any
judgment, even suggesting
different ways to fidget. And
she saw Plankton's old self shine
through, too. As usual, he stayed
up late watching movies. He'd
sigh and lightly tease Karen when
it came to mundane matters. Yet
she knew when it came to sensory
matters and potential triggers, it's
unnegotiable. He did open up to her
more due to his fears which came
from the autism. He didn't try to
steal the krabby patty formula any
more, but that didn't stop him from
spying on the krusty krab.

But their son Chip, whom they
adopted at birth, was going to
come home. Chip had left during
the beginning of the week before
Plankton acquired autism, to a
week long camp with some school 
mates of his. But now it's the
weekend, and Chip will be coming
back from his trip today.

Karen felt a pang of anxiety
as she thought about Chip
seeing Plankton. Would he
understand? Would he be scared?
Would he still love him? "Plankton,
Chip's old enough to underst--"

"No," Plankton said firmly,
his voice clear. "I don't want
anyone to know." Karen knew
his fear of change, of being
different. "But, Plankton,"
she began, her voice gentle.
"Chip is our son, and he might
notice changes..."

Plankton's eye grew stormy.
"No," he repeated. "I don't want
to be..." Plankton trails off as
Chip himself came in excitedly.
"Mom; Dad!"

Plankton's gaze darted to their
son, his hand tightening around
his fidget toy. She watched as
Chip rushed over, his eyes full
of excitement from his camp
adventures. "Hi, I'm home!" Chip
says, hugging Karen before turning
to Plankton.

Plankton's body tensed, his
eye avoiding Chip's gaze. "Hi,
son," he murmured, his voice
forced, But Chip, ever cheerful, 
doesn't seem to notice.
"Dad!" Chip said, launching
himself at Plankton.

"Welcome home," Plankton said,
his voice a monotone. Chip's
expression fell a little, but
his excitement was too great
to be dampened.

"How was camp?" Karen asked,
trying to ease the tension.
Chip's enthusiasm was
infectious. "It was amazing!
We did archery, and I even
made a new friend!"

Plankton's gaze remained
on the fidget toy, his thumb
flicking the switch back and
forth. "That's... nice," he
managed, his voice tight. Karen
could see the effort he was
making to engage.

Chip chattered away, not
noticing the strain in Plankton's
voice. "Her name's Luna, and she's
super cool! We're gonna be
pen pals!"

Plankton's gaze flicks up to
meet Karen's. She gave him an
encouraging smile, willing him to
find his place in the conversation.
"Cool," he murmured, his mind
racing to process the sudden
flood of information. "Pen pals."

Karen watched as Chip's
eyes searched Plankton's face,
his youthful innocence unable to
comprehend the gravity of the
situation. "Why don't you show
us if you've any pictures
you took?" she suggested,
trying to shift the focus.

Chip nodded, eagerly pulling out
his phone. He sat beside
Plankton, scrolling through the
photos, his excitement a stark
contrast to his father's
detached demeanor. Plankton's
eye flicked to the screen, his
heart racing at the thought
of impending touch.

Karen watched as Chip's
fingers hovered over a picture
of himself and Luna. "Look,
Dad," he said, holding out the
phone. Plankton blinked. "Oh
nice," he says.

But as Chip's hand reached
out to hug, Plankton's arm shot
up, his antennae quivering.
"Don't," he murmured, his voice
barely audible. "Don't touch me."
Chip's hand hovered in the
air, confusion clouding his
features. "But, Da-"

Karen stepped in quickly.
"It's ok," she whispered. "We're
all family."

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𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖯 𝗉𝗍. 12
(𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖠𝖡𝖴𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲) 

But Plankton was too lost in
his rage to hear her. "Get
OUT!" he screamed, his antennae
thrashing. "I don't need Chip!"
The words were a knife in
Karen's, but she knew they
were not truly his own.

"Dad," Chip's voice was small,
his eyes wide with shock. "I didn't
mean to..."

But Plankton's anger was a
beast that had been unleashed,
his words cutting like a knife.
"I said get out!" he roared, his
body vibrating with rage.

Chip's eyes searched his
father's, looking for the man
he knew beneath the storm of
emotions. But all he saw was a
stranger, a creature of fear and
frustration. He took another
step back, his heart racing. "But
Dad," he whispered, his voice
barely audible. "I didn't do anything
wrong.."

Plankton's antennae stilled,
his breathing erratic. "You're
right," he murmured, his voice
deflating like a balloon. "You
haven't done anything wrong, in
fact, you're pretty perfect." The
words were laced with sarcasm, a
bitterness that made Karen's fists
clench. "After all, it's not like
you called me burdensome or
anything," he added, his voice
dripping with false sweetness.

Chip's eyes widened, the
impact of his father's words
hitting him like a slap. He
looked at Karen, his eyes
pleading for help, for
understanding. "Dad," he said,
his voice shaking. "That's not
what I me-"

But Plankton's anger had
become a living entity in the
room, feeding off his fear and
frustration. "Oh, I'm sorry,"
he said, his voice thick with
sarcasm. "Did my little falling
accident hurt your precious wittle
feelings?" His antennae twitched,
his eye glinting with rage.

Chip took another step back,
his chin quivering. "But Dad,"
he protested, his voice shaking.
"I didn't mean-"

"I know you didn't mean it,"
Plankton interrupted, his voice
dripping with sarcasm. "You're
so innocent, so pure." His antennae
waved erratically. "But let me tell
you a secret, Chip. You see, there's
a wonderful thing called tact.
Maybe you should try it sometime!"

Chip felt his screen burn with
embarrassment, his eyes filling
with tears. "But Dad," he whispered,
his voice shaky. "I just wanted
to-"

"Oh, I know what you wanted,"
Plankton sneered, the sarcasm
dripping from his words like acid.
"You wanted to be the hero,
didn't you? The big strong
boy who saves his daddy from
his own brain!" His antennae
twitched erratically. "But let me
tell you something, Chip. You can't
fix this. You can't make it all
better with your toys and your
stupid questions. So why don't
we all just praise perfect little
Chip for trying, shall we.." The
words were a slap in the face, each
one hitting Chip harder than the
last.

Chip's eyes filled with tears,
his body trembling. "But Dad,"
he whispered, his voice
desperate. "I just want to help."
"Oh, how noble," Plankton said,
his voice thick with sarcasm.
"Want a medal?" His antennae
quivered with anger, his eye
glinting with spite.

"I just want to be with
you," Chip said, his voice
breaking. "To make you happy."
"Well, you're doing a fine job,"
Plankton said, his voice like
a whip. "Keep it up, Chip.
You're a regular miracle worker."
His words were barbed, each one
designed to cut deep.

Chip's eyes searched his father's,
desperate for some sign of the
love he knew was there. But
all he found was anger, a wall
so thick it was suffocating.
"Dad," he said, his voice
shaking. "I'm sor-"

"Don't," Plankton interrupted, his
voice cold. "Don't you dare say
you're sorry. You don't get to
feel sorry for me. You don't get
to pity me." His antennae
twitched with agitation. "You don't
even get to be upset about what
you said. Because it's all true,
isn't it?" His eye bore into
Chip's, his voice like ice. "I'm a
burden. That's all I am. That's all
I'll ever be."

Chip's breath hitched, the
weight of his father's words
crushing him. "Dad," he managed,
his voice a whisper. "That's not
what I-"

But Plankton talked over him,
his voice a sneer. "Oh, I see.
You're going to play the innocent
now, are you? Pretend like you didn't
just say I'm a burden?" His antennae
were a blur of movement, a silent
testament to his rage. "How
convenient."

Chip felt his world crumbling,
his heart shattering into a
thousand pieces. "But Dad," he
whispered, his voice shaking.
"I didn't-"

"Don't you dare lie to me,"
Plankton's voice was like a
knife, cutting through the air.

Chip felt the room close in, his
throat tight. "But Dad," he choked
out, "I didn't mean-"

"Oh, the poor little hero,"
Plankton said, his voice a mocking
whisper. "So misunderstood."
He rolled his eye dramatically.
"It's always about you, isn't it?"
The sarcasm was a knife twisting
in Karen, but she knew
it was the fear and pain speaking.

Chip's eyes searched his father's,
his own brimming with tears. "But
Dad, I just want to help," he
whispered, his voice shaking.
"To make things right."

Plankton's antennae stilled, his
gaze cold. "You want to make
things right?" he echoed, his
voice laced with condescension.
"How sweet! Why don't you go
play the hero somewhere else!"

Chip felt the sting of his
father's sarcasm, his eyes
welling up. "But I'm your son,"
he whispered, his voice
breaking. "I'm supposed to-"

"Oh, I know your role,"
Plankton said, his tone biting.
"The golden child, always
trying to fix things." His antennae
quivered with disdain. "Dad,"
Chip protests, "I just want
you to be happy."

Plankton's eye narrowed, his
face a mask of condescension.
"How sweet," he said, his voice
dripping with sarcasm. "But you
see, Chip, happiness is a
concept lost to me. I'm just
a broken toy now, remember?"
He twirled the fidget toy in
his hand, his thumb moving
compulsively over the patterns.

Chip's cheeks flushed, his eyes
filling with tears. "But Dad,"
he whispered, "you're more than that."

Plankton's antennae shot up, his
face a contorted mask of
disdain. "Oh, really?" he said,
his voice thick with patronizing
sarcasm. "Enlighten me, oh great
and wise Chip. Tell me what I
am." He leaned back in his chair,
his antennae waving in the air
as if inviting a lecture from
his son.

Chip took a deep breath, trying
to keep his voice steady. "You're
my dad," he said, his eyes
shining with unshed tears. "And
you're... you're still you, even if
you're a little different now."

But Plankton's sarcasm was
a shield he couldn't penetrate.
"Ah, yes," he said, his voice
dripping with mockery. "The
ever-elusive 'you're still you'
argument. How original." His
antennas twitched in disdain.

"You don't get it," Chip's voice
was desperate, his eyes
pleading. "I don't care if
you're different. I just want
you to be happy."

But Plankton's anger had
become a shield, his words a
barbed wire fence keeping his
son at bay. "Oh, you don't
care?" he said, his voice
dripping with sarcasm. "How
magnanimous of you." His antennae
twitched in a mock salute. "Well,
let me tell you something,
Chip. You can't just ignore
the fact that your perfect
little world has been shaken
up, can you?"

Chip felt the sting of his
father's patronizing tone, his
eyes burning with unshed tears.
"But Dad," he said, his voice
quivering. "I just want to-"

"Oh, I know what you want,"
Plankton interrupted, his voice
dripping with condescension.
"You want the perfect little
storybook ending where we all
hold hands and skip off into the
sunset." His antennae waved in
the air dramatically. "But life
doesn't work that way, Chip.
Sometimes, bad things happen to
good people, and there's no
magical cure for it." His eye
was cold, his antennae stilled.
"So save your pity for someone
wh-"

Karen stepped in, her voice
calm and firm. "Plankton, that's
enough." She knew his words
were a defense, a way to push
away the pain. "Chip's just
trying to help."

Plankton's antennae stilled, his
breath hitching. He looked at
his wife, his anger momentarily
fading. "I know," he murmured.
"But I don't want his pity."

Karen's gaze was filled with
understanding. "It's not pity,
Plankton," she said, her voice
soothing. "It's love."

Plankton's antennae twitched, his
expression softening slightly.
"But what good is love when I can't
eve-"

"Love is more than just
touch," Karen interrupted, her
voice gentle. "It's understanding,
it's patience, it's being here
for you." She took another step
towards him, her hand outstretched.
"It's about connecting in
other ways."

Plankton's antennae quivered, his
eye flicking to her hand and then
back to her face. He knew she was
right, but the fear was a beast
that ruled him. "But I don't
know how to," he murmured, his
voice barely audible. "How do
I connect without... without
the things I used to do?"

Karen ached, her hand
still extended. "We'll find a
way," she assured him, her voice
steady. "Together."

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𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖯 𝗉𝗍. 13
(𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖠𝖡𝖴𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲) 

Plankton's antennae drooped, his
eye focusing on the fidget toy
in his hand. It was a silent
testament to his internal
turmoil, his mind racing with
thoughts and fears. He knew Karen
was right, that love didn't need
to be physical, but the concept
was still so alien to him, so
difficult to grasp in his current
state. "I'm trying," he murmured,
his voice tight. "But it's just..."

Karen's hand reached out to
cover his, her touch gentle. "We
all are," she said, her voice
soothing. "And that's all we can
do." Her gaze was filled with
understanding, her eyes speaking
volumes without a single word.
"We're all just trying to
navigate this new world,
together."

Chip watched his parents. He knew
his father was struggling, but he
also knew that love didn't have to
be about touch. He took a step
forward, his hand hovering..

Plankton's antennae shot up,
his eye wide with fear. Karen
quickly intervened, placing a
hand on Chip's shoulder. "Not
now," she whispered, her screen
meeting her son's. "Let's give
Dad some space."

Chip nodded, his eyes never
leaving Plankton's, the
desire to connect with his
father a palpable force. But
Plankton's reaction was a stark
reminder of the invisible barriers
his injury had erected, the
sensory minefield that surrounded
him. The room was thick with
silence, the only sound the
steady tick of the clock on the
wall.

Karen's hand remained on
Plankton's, her touch a gentle
reminder of her presence. "It's
ok," she murmured, her voice
soft. "We're all learning
together."

Plankton's antennae stilled, his
eye meeting hers with a glimmer
of hope. "I know," he said, his
voice tight. "But it's so hard."
The words were a confession,
his vulnerability laid bare.

Karen ached, her grip
on his hand firm. "I know," she
said, her voice understanding.
"But we'll get through this.
Together."

Chip took a deep breath, his
eyes still locked on his father's.
He knew that his dad's reactions
were not personal, that his
brain was just trying to make
sense of the world in a way
that was different now. He
forced a small smile, his voice
steady. "We're here for you, Da-"
But Plankton's antennae shot
up, his body stiffening. "Don't,"
he murmured, his voice tight.
"Just... don't."

Karen stepped in, her voice
calm and firm. "Plankton," she
said, her eyes never leaving
his. "Chip's just trying to
tell you that he loves you."
Plankton's antennae stilled, his
eye flicking to his son and
back to Karen. The words hung
in the air, a bridge between
his old life and his new reality.
He knew his son was trying,
but the fear was a thick fog
that clouded his mind, making
it difficult to see the love
beyond the barrier of his own
emotions.

Chip knew his father was in
pain, and his words had only
added to it. "Dad," he said,
his voice shaking. "I don't
want you to feel li—"

"Don't," Plankton interrupted,
his antennae drooping. "I know
what you're trying to do."
His voice was a mix of
fatigue and frustration. "But it's
not that simple."

Chip's eyes searched his
father's, the depth of his pain
mirrored in the tremble of his
chin. "But Dad," he said, his
voice shaking. "I just want to
make you happ..."

Plankton's antennae shot up,
his body stiffening like a board.
"Don't," he murmured, his voice
strained. "I don't want your pity."
The words were a warning, a
reminder that his love was not
conditional on his ability to
function in the traditional sense.

Karen's gaze remained
steadfast on her husband's face,
seeing the raw pain beneath
the anger. She knew his
frustration was a shield, a way
to protect himself from the
overwhelming sensory assault that
his brain was still trying to
comprehend. "It's getting late,"
she said. "Let's all get to bed."
Plankton's antennae drooped, his
body slumping in defeat. He
was tired, so tired of fighting, of
trying to make sense of this new
world of sensory overload and fear.
He nodded, his voice a whisper.
"Ok." The silence that followed
was heavy, filled with the
unspoken words that hung in the
air like a thick fog. As they
made their way to their separate
rooms, the weight of the evening's
interaction settled on Chip's
shoulders. He knew his father's
reaction wasn't personal, but it
was hard not to take it that way.
He lay in bed, his mind racing
with thoughts of his dad, his
heart heavy with the knowledge
that their relationship was
forever changed.

The next morning, Chip awoke
and went to his parents room.

The door was open, the light
filtered through the blinds. Plankton
was sitting on the edge of the bed,
his antennae drooped low. He looked
up as Chip entered, his eye
wary, as if expecting another
onslaught of emotions he couldn't
comprehend. Chip paused.
He knew he had to tread carefully,
his father's sensory issues a
delicate dance they were all still
learning. "Hey," he said, his
voice soft. "How are you?"
Plankton's antennae twitched, a
sign of his internal struggle.
He took a deep breath, his eye
flicking to the fidget toy
resting on the bedside table.
"I'm... ok," he murmured, his
voice tentative. "Just tired."

Chip took a step closer, his
movements deliberate and slow. "Do
you want to talk?" he asked, his
tone gentle.

Plankton's antennae quivered, his
expression a mix of fatigue and
frustration. "Talking doesn't change
anything," he said, his voice
flat. "But if it makes you feel
better..." His eye met Chip's, the
unspoken challenge clear.

Chip took a deep breath,
his mind racing. He knew his dad
was in pain, knew that he needed
to be patient. He sat down on
the bed, his movements careful.
"It's not about making me feel
better," he said. "It's about...
understanding."

Plankton's antennae stilled, his
eye focusing on Chip. For a
moment, the anger and fear
receded, replaced by a hint of
curiosity. "Understanding what?"
his voice was gruff, but there
was a crack in the armor, a
glimpse of the man he used to be.

Chip took a deep breath, his
heart racing. "Understanding...
how to be there for you," he
said, his voice earnest. "How to
love you in a way that doesn't...
hurt." He swallowed hard, his
throat tight. "I know it's different
now, but I still want to be your
son."

Plankton's antennae twitched, his
eye flicking to the floor. He
was quiet for a long moment,
his thoughts racing. He knew Chip
meant well, but the concept of
nonverbal love was so foreign
to him. "I know you do," he
murmured, his voice tight. "But it's
not your job to fix me." "I don't want to
fix you, Dad," he said, his voice
shaking. "I just want to be with
you." He reached out tentatively,
his hand hovering over the
fidget toy. "Can I?"

Plankton's antennae shot up, his
eye wide with fear. "No," he said,
his voice sharp. "Don't touch it."
He knew the toy was a lifeline, a
way to ground himself in a world
that felt like it was spinning
out of control. But he also knew
his son meant well.

Chip's hand retreated, his eyes
filling with tears. "I'm sorry,"
he whispered. "I just want to...
connect."

Plankton's antennae drooped, his
eye closing briefly. He knew his
son's intentions were pure, but
his own fear was a cage he couldn't
seem to escape. "I know," he said,
his voice softer. "But it's not that
simple."

Chip felt his chest tighten, his
desire to help his father a physical
ache. "But there must be a way,"
he said. "We'll find it."

Plankton's antennae quivered, a
tiny spark of hope igniting in
his eye. "Maybe," he murmured,
his voice tentative. "But you have
to be patient." He picked up the
fidget toy, his thumb tracing
the patterns.

Chip nodded, his eyes never
leaving his father's. "I can
do that," he said, his voice
determined. "I'll do whatever it
takes."

 Plankton's antennae twitched, a
tiny glimmer of appreciation in
his eye. "Thank you," he murmured.
The words were a lifeline, a
connection in the storm of his
emotions. "But you have to
understand," he continued, his
voice strained. "Sometimes, I just
need to be left alone."

Chip nodded, his eyes never
leaving his father's. "I get it,"
he said. "But I'll always be
here when you're ready."

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𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖯 𝗉𝗍. 14
(𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖠𝖡𝖴𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲) 

Karen's voice was gentle
but firm. "Plankton," she
said. "Chip's right. We'll
find a way to connect that
works for all of us. We just
have to keep trying. Why don't
we all go drive to the new
sensory park they just opened?"
It was a place designed for
those with sensory processing
disorders, with areas that catered
to different sensory needs. "It's a
bit of a drive across town, but
do you wanna try going?" They
both nodded.

They parked the car. "Let's 
go slow, ok?" Plankton nodded. 
They approached the sensory
garden, a place designed to be
calming. The scent of lavender
was thick in the air, and the
soft crunch of gravel beneath
their feet was a comforting
contrast to the harshness of the
city.

As they walked through the
gates, Plankton's antennae twitched,
his eye scanning the area. 
The sensory park was a
symphony of soft colors and
soothing sounds, designed to
minimize the overstimulation that
so often triggered his seizures. "This
is nice," he murmured.

Chip watched his father, his
heart in his throat. He knew
how much this meant to him,
how much Plankton was struggling.
"It is," he said, his voice
matching his dad's quiet tone.
He took a deep breath, his
sensors tuned to his father's
every movement. "Do you want to go
on the swings?"

Plankton's antennae twitched, his
eye flicking to the swing.
He nodded slowly.

Chip led the way, his
movements cautious. He knew
his dad needed space, needed to
feel safe. They approached the
swing set, a simple metal frame
with plastic seats. Plankton
closed his eye, the rhythm
familiar and comforting as 
he swings.

Chip took the swing 
next to Plankton, his 
movements tentative. 
He knew his father's 
fear of touch was a 
battleground, and he 
didn't want to cross 
any lines.

The squeak of the
chains and the gentle
breeze through the leaves
of the nearby trees were
the only sounds that 
accompanied them as
they swung back and 
forth, side by side.

Chip watched his father. He
wanted so badly to reach
out, to hold Plankton's
hand, but he knew the
boundaries. Instead, he
focused on matching his
swing to Plankton's, their
motion in sync. He hoped
the rhythm would be a
comfort to his dad, a
small piece of the connection
they used to share.

As they swung, the tension
slowly began to ease from
Plankton's antennae. The
back-and-forth movement
was soothing, a gentle rocking.

After a while, they got off
the swings.

Plankton's antennae were still
twitching with the residual
energy of the movement, his
body craving the sensory input
that had become so rare. Chip
noticed and searched the park for
a suitable activity. His eyes
lit upon the sandbox. "How
about playing in the sand?"
he suggested, his voice hopeful.
Plankton's antennae quivered
with interest, his eye lighting
up slightly. He had always
enjoyed the feel of sand
between his... well, the
equivalent of fingers. Karen
smiled, seeing the potential
for a positive interaction.

They approached the sandbox,
the fine grains glinting in the
sunlight. Chip took a seat on
the wooden bench beside it,
watching as Plankton tentatively
placed his hand into the cool
sand. His antennae quivered with
pleasure at the sensation, his
body relaxing slightly. Chip
followed suit, his movements
deliberately slow and cautious,
mirroring his father's. He
knew that sudden movements or
touch could send Plankton spiraling,
so he remained still, his eyes
on the sand.

Together, they began to
sculpt the sand, their hands moving
in harmony without any need
for words. The gentle scrape
of the grains against their
hands was a soothing balm, a
silent conversation that
transcended the barriers of
language and injury. Plankton's
fears and anger from the night
before seemed to melt away with
each mound of sand that took shape.
Chip watched his father, his
heart swelling with hope. He had
found a way to connect, a
sensory experience that didn't
overwhelm Plankton. As they
played, he noticed his father's
breathing slow, his antennae
relaxing slightly. It was a
small victory, but it felt like a
huge step in the right direction.

The sun grew higher in the
sky, casting warm rays down
on the sandbox. Karen sat
beside them, her eyes filled with
gratitude for this moment of
peace.

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly as he focused on the
sand, his movements precise. Chip
watched, mimicking his father's
careful touch. The sand was a
bridge between them, a shared
experience that didn't require
words. They built sandcastles
together, their hands working
in harmony despite the unspoken
fear that hung in the air.

Chip felt a weight lift from
his shoulders as he saw Plankton's
eye light up with each new
creation. The sand was a
therapy in itself, a gentle
reminder that love didn't need
to be loud or physical to be
felt. They built a sandcastle
together, their silent
companionship a balm to the
wounds of the previous night.

After a while, they 
finished. "Want to
try something else?" Chip
asked, his voice soft.
Plankton's antennae quivered,
his eye flicking to the nearby
beach ball. "Maybe a
game of catch?" Plankton 
suggested, his voice tentative.
Chip nods. He knew
his dad's fear of the 
unexpected, so he rolled it
gently to him.

Plankton caught the
ball. He tossed
it back to Chip, his eye
watching the arc of its
flight with a hint of 
excitement.
Chip's throw was
careful, underarm, 
keeping it within
Plankton's visual
comfort zone. He knew
his dad's limits,
his fear of fast
movements.

Plankton's antennae
twitched as he caught
the ball again. The
sensation of the cool,
smooth plastic was a
comfort in his hands.
He threw it back to Chip,
his movements calculated,
his mind focused on the
game. It was a simple
activity, but it was one
where he felt in control.
Chip watched his father, his
movements mirrored. He knew
his dad's fear of the
unexpected, so he
threw the ball with a gentle
underhand toss, keeping it
slow and predictable. Plankton
smiled slightly, his eye
tracking the ball's
trajectory.

Later, Karen told them it's
time to go, to start the drive
back home. She got in the
driver's seat as Plankton and
Chip sat in the back together.

Chip's eyes were on his dad,
his heart racing with
excitement. The car's
movement was a gentle rocking,
akin to the swing. Plankton watched
the world pass by. The
sensation of the car's vibrations
was soothing.

Karen glanced in the rearview
mirror, her eyes searching for any
sign of distress. But Plankton was
calm, his antennae still. The drive
was a quiet reprieve, a chance for
them to process the newness
of their relationship. Chip knew that
his dad's sensory issues made
the world a minefield, but in this
moment, the steady hum of the
car was a comfort.

As Karen drove, Plankton's
eyelid began to droop, his 
antennae slowing.

The gentle vibration of the
car and the predictable rhythm
of the road was a balm. He
leaned back, his head resting
against the seat, his hand 
clutching the fidget toy.
Plankton's antennae
twitched slightly, his eye
half-closed, head dropping.
Chip felt his heart swell
as Plankton's head slowly
dropped onto his shoulder.
And as Plankton starts to
snore gently, Chip realized
his dad had fallen asleep,
his head resting heavily on
his shoulder. He stiffened for a
moment, fearing that any
sudden movement might
wake his father, might
disrupt the fragile peace
they had found. But Plankton's
snores grew deeper, the tension
leaving his body.

Karen glanced in 
the rearview
mirror. "It's ok,"
she murmured. 
"You're doing a
good job."

Chip felt his muscles
relax slightly, the weight of
his father's head a comfort.
He knew that this moment
was precious, a sign that
his efforts were not in vain.
He leaned into the warmth of
his dad's body, his hand
finding its way to the fidget
toy. His thumb traced the
patterns, mimicking the
rhythm that Plankton had
found soothing. Chip then
decides to take a selfie. He
holds up his phone after looking
at his dad, who started to drool
at the corner of his open mouth.
He chuckles quietly, snapping the
photo as Plankton remains asleep.

Chip posts the picture with
adding this caption:
"Went to the park with my
dad @ Sheldon Plankton
today 💙👨‍👦💨 "

Plankton still
snored softly against Chip's
shoulder. Chip noticed more
drool escaping the corner
of his mouth and felt a
surge of affection mixed with
concern. "Mom, he's drooling,"
he whispered to Karen, his voice
barely audible over the car's
hum. Karen chuckled, her eyes
meeting Chip's in the mirror.
"It's ok," she said softly.
"It's a sign of his tiredness.
Let him sleep."

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𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖬 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖠𝖫𝖫 pt. 24
(𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌)
𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ 
ᴡᴀʏ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ
ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ/ꜰᴀᴄᴛ-ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ 
ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 
ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ. 
ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ 
ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ 
ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ 
ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ.
sᥙρρort to thosᥱ ιmρᥲᥴtᥱd
ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴩᴛ- 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➸ 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑 
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ🙂ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴀʏ

"I've had enough of 
this!" Vickie snaps.
"He's just a burden. 
Look at him, he can't 
eve-"

Chip's fist hits the desk
with a loud smack, cutting
Vickie's words off. His eyes
blaze with a fiery determination.
"That's my dad you're talking
about!" he says, his voice
shaking with anger. The room
stills, the tension thick.
"And he's not a burden!"

Vickie's face contorts in shock.
Karen's eyes are proud,
but filled with fear. She
watches as Chip's shoulders
square, his voice strong and firm.
"I'm not leaving without this,"
he declares, his jaw set. "And if
you want him hurt, you'll
have to kick me out too."

Nurse Vickie looks at
him. "Oh you've done
nothing wrong, sweet..."

But Chip doesn't care,
his mind racing. "I have!"
he says, his voice rising.
"I'm the one causing
trouble!" He glares at her,
his fists clenched. "I'm the
problem, not him!" He throws
his backpack at the wall.

The room echoes with
the sound of books hitting
the floor, the clatter of his
defiance. "Now, are you
going to kick me out
or keep hurting him?"
Vickie's eyes narrow,
suspicion growing. "What
are you playing at?"

"I'm not playing," Chip says,
his voice shaking. "If you
want a problem, I'll give you
one. Just leave him alone."
He kicks over a chair,
his heart racing. He's fighting for his
father, for the right to be
understood.

Vickie's eyes narrow, her
mouth a thin line. "Young man,"
she says, her voice stern. "You
need to calm down." But Chip's
not calming down. He's just
getting started.

"You think you know him?"
he challenges her, his eyes
filled with a passion that's
been building for too long. "You
think you know what it's like to live
with autism?" His voice echoes
through the small office.

Vickie takes a step back,
her hands on her hips. "I know
what's best for this school,"
she says firmly, her eyes cold.
But Chip's not backing down.
"You don't know anything,"
he says, his voice shaking.
"You don't know what it's like to
have a meltdown, to need space."
He slams his fist into the desk
again, the sound ringing out
like a declaration of war. "You don't
know what it's like to be him!"

The room is silent, the
weight of his words hanging
heavy in the air. Karen's heart
swells with pride, but her
stomach is in knots. "Chip,
please..." she says, but he's
not listening. He's fighting a
battle she wishes he never had
to face.

Vickie's expression flickers
between annoyance and confusion.
"Young man, if you don't calm
down, I will be forced to
call the principal," she says.
But Chip just shakes his head,
his eyes never leaving hers.
"Then do it," he challenges.
"Call the principal. Tell
them to kick me out. Tell them
to leave my dad alone. I don't
wanna attend a school where
my dad isn't respected." His voice
cracks, the tears he's been
fighting spilling over.

Karen's hand is on his shoulder,
trying to calm him, but Chip's
determination is a force to
be reckoned with. "Chip, sweetie,
you don't have to do this," she whispers.
But he shrugs her off.

"I do," he says, his voice
steady despite the tremble in
his chest. "I won't let anyone
hurt him like this again." His
eyes are wet, but his stance is firm.
"I'd rather be kicked out than
see him suffer. I've made mistakes,
but he's not a mistake. He only got
sick because his needs weren't
respected. Now, let us all go."

Vickie's face reddens, her
patience wearing thin. "Fine,"
she says through gritted teeth.
"I'll call the principal. You're
both coming with me." She grabs
Plankton's arm, ignoring his
flinch. Karen and Hanna follow
Chip as he trails behind Vickie.

The walk to the principal's
office feels like a march to the
gallows. Plankton's body is tight
with tension, his antennae
twitching with every step. Chip's
heart races, his mind a tornado
of fear and anger. He can't believe
he's doing this, but he's seen
his dad suffer enough.

The principal greets them all.
"Nurse Vickie, and Chip; hello!"

But Chip's face is a mask of
determined anger, his eyes
fixed on the woman who had
caused his father so much pain.
"My dad's in trouble
because he's different, 
and she won't let him be!"
He points an accusing 
finger at Vickie,
his words a declaration.
The principal's eyebrows shoot up,
his screen a picture of surprise.
"What seems to be the trouble?"
his voice calm, his eyes
quickly assessing the situation.

Vickie starts to explain,
her voice a river of accusations.
"He's a disruption, he's..."
But Chip cuts her off,
his voice a knife. "I'm
the disruption!" he says.
"I'm the one who threw the chair,
I'm the one who yelled.
My father's condition is not
a disruption. It's a part of who
he is." He turns to Vickie.
"I'd appreciate it if you could
be more understanding."

The principal's eyes flicker between
Chip and Vickie, his expression
neutral. "Chip, I understand
you're upset. But throwing
chairs and yelling is not
the way to express yourself."
He pauses, looking at Plankton
huddled in the corner. "But I also
see that something has happened
here that we need to address."

Vickie's grip on Plankton's arm
loosens, her face a mask of
defensiveness. "The father 
was just being difficult, and
was acting strangely."

The principal's gaze sharpens.
"Difficult? Strangely?" he
repeats, his eyes drilling
into hers. "Care to elaborate?"

Vickie stammers, her
confidence waning. "He was
rocking back and forth, and...
his antennae... they... I don't
know, just..." She trails
off, unsure of herself.

The principal's gaze
remains on her, his patience
thinning like a wavering thread.
"I see," he says, his voice calm.
He turns to Plankton, his
expression gentle. "Is that right?"

Plankton's antennae quiver,
his body a taut wire of
nervous energy. "No," he says,
his voice a croak. "It's... it's just me."
He can't meet the principal's gaze,
his eyes darting to the floor.
"I... I just need..."

But Chip's voice cuts through
the silence like a sword,
his words a shield for his
father. "It's not his fault,"
he says firmly. "Autisticaphobia
exists in this school.
It's not his behavior that's
the issue, it's the lack
of understanding and empathy."

The principal's eyes narrow,
his gaze on Vickie, who
shifts uncomfortably under the
weight of accusation. "Is this true?"
he asks her, his voice calm but
his eyes like steel.

Vickie opens her mouth, but
no words come out. She looks
from Plankton, huddled in the
corner, to Chip, standing tall
and furious. "I was just trying
to calm everyone," she says weakly.

The principal's gaze never wavers
from her. "What happened in
my office, Nurse Vickie, is not
calming. It's discrimination."
His voice is low, but it resonates
like a thunderclap. "Your job
is to support our students and
their families, not to make them 
feel less than."

Vickie's cheeks burn with
shame, her eyes downcast.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles. "I 
didn't mean..."

But Chip's voice is a wall,
his words unyielding. "It's not
about what you meant," he says.
"It's about what you did." His
eyes are on the principal,
his stance unwavering. "He's
my dad, and I'll do anything
to protect him."

The principal's face is
still, his eyes thoughtful. "Chip,
you need to understand that
this isn't the way to handle
things," he says, his tone measured.
"But I also appreciate your
concern for your father." He looks
at Vickie, his gaze stern.

Vickie's eyes dart around
the room, her discomfort palpable.
"I'm sorry," she repeats, her voice
small. "I didn't know..."

The principal's gaze is
steady, his voice firm. "Ignorance
is no excuse," he says. "We will
have a training session for
all staff on autism awareness,
and we'll make sure everyone
understands neurodiverse needs."
He turns to Plankton, who's
still huddled in the corner.

"Mr. Plankton, I'm sorry for
any discomfort you've felt here
today," he says, his tone
soothing. "Your son has made
it clear that your needs are
important, and we will respect
them." He glances at Vickie.
"This won't happen again."

Chip's chest loosens, his breaths
coming easier. He's done it.
He's protected his father.

Plankton's antennae twitch,
his eye flickers up to Chip's.
There's something in them,
something new. Recognition?
Pride? Chip isn't sure, but
his heart swells with hope.
Slowly, tentatively, Plankton
moves towards him, his
tiny body shaking with
the effort of controlling
his overwhelmed senses. Chip
holds his breath, his eyes
on his father.

Karen watches the scene with a
mixture of pride and sorrow as
Plankton's arms extend, a silent
offering of love and comfort.
Chip's heart races, his eyes
wide. He's never seen his dad
want to hug him before. But
his instincts kick in, the days
of learning about autism
guiding his actions. He steps
forward, his own arms wrapping
around Plankton's shoulders.
Their embrace is tight, a
physical manifestation of the
bridge they're building. Chip
can feel Plankton's heart racing
against his chest, his antennae
twitching slightly. But it's not
with fear or panic, it's with
a love so pure it's overwhelming.
He squeezes his dad tighter,
his eyes closing as he whispers,
"I've got you."



 

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Drowning In Sorrow
I had a cousin who drowned when I was much younger. At the time, he was off at college, so nobody knew about it until the next day. His parents were taking care of his 2-year-old niece. The night he drowned, she woke up screaming in the night and would not go to sleep. She just kept pointing to a picture of him that was on the nightstand. His parents gave it to her, and she hugged it and wouldn't let go of it all night.

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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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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS vi

(Autistic Author)



"Plankton," she says firmly, her voice 
cutting through the tension. "Let's take a 
breathe."

He glares, his antennae vibrating with 
agitation. But he does as she says, 
taking a deep, shaky breath. Chip 
watches him, eyes wide and full of 
tears.

"Chip," Karen says, her voice calm. 
"Why don't you go to your room and play 
for a bit?"

Chip nods, his eyes never leaving 
Plankton's face. He slips off the couch, 
clutching the rock to his chest. But doing 
so, Chip accidentally touches Plankton 
when he passes, and Plankton yelps in 
alarm when Chip brushes his shoulder.

"Sorry," Chip whispers.

Plankton flinches, his antennae shooting 
straight up as he jolts back from the 
contact. "I told you, no touching!" he 
snaps, his voice a thunderclap in the 
tense silence.

Chip's eyes widen with fear and 
confusion, his lip quivering as he backs 
away, holding the rock protectively. "I 
didn't mean to," he stammers, his voice 
barely above a whisper.

Plankton's antennae wiggle in an 
exaggerated fashion, his eye rolling 
dramatically. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he says 
in a high-pitched mockery of Chip's 
voice. "I didn't mean to touch you and 
make everything about me."

Karen's face falls, and she knows 
they've taken a step backward. But she 
also sees the hurt in Plankton's eye, the 
pain that he's trying to hide with anger.

"Dad," Chip says, quivering. "That's not 
fair, I..."

But Plankton doesn't let him finish.

"You know what's not fair?" Plankton 
spits, his antennae whipping back and 
forth in fury. "Is having a son who thinks 
he knows everything about me!"

Chip's eyes fill with tears as he stumbles 
back, clutching the rock tighter. "I just 
wanted to help," he whispers, his voice 
breaking.

Plankton's in a sarcastic imitation of 
Chip's movements. "Oh, the great 
helper," he says, his voice dripping with 
sarcasm. "You think you can just fix me 
with your questions and your pity?"

Chip's eyes fill with hurt as he watches 
his father mock his innocent concern. 
Karen feels a mix of anger and sadness, 
but she knows she must tread carefully.

"Daddy," Chip says, his voice shaking as 
he puts the rock down, "I'm sorry if I 
made you mad."
But Plankton isn't listening. He picks up 
the rock and with a sudden, violent 
movement, he throws it against the wall. 
It shatters into a hundred pieces, the 
sound echoing through the room.
"Son, I’m sorry if I made you mad!”
Plankton's sarcastic tone cuts through 
the silence like a knife, his antennae 
flailing wildly. Chip flinches at the 
sudden outburst, his eyes wide with 
shock.

"That's what you want, right?" Plankton 
continues, his voice rising. "To fix 
everything? Sorry doesn't cut it," 
Plankton snaps, his antennae trembling 
with rage.

"No, Dad," Chip says, his voice barely 
audible, "I just wanted to understand."

But Plankton isn't done.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little genius," Plankton 
says, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Is 
that what you want to hear?"

Chip stares at him, his eyes brimming 
with tears. "No," he whispers. "I just 
want you to be okay, I love you!"

But Plankton's anger is a living, 
breathing thing, swirling around him like 
a storm.

"Love isn't enough, Chip!" Plankton 
yells, his antennae quivering with rage. 
"You can't just love away my problems! 
You don't get to decide that for me!"

Karen's heart is in her throat, but she 
forces herself to speak calmly. 
"Plankton, please," she says, her voice 
shaking. "You're scaring him."

Chip nods. “I just…”
But Plankton's fury is unrelenting.

"You think a simple game of 'I love you' is going 
to make everything okay?" Plankton 
interrupts, his voice a roar that shakes 
the walls of their tiny underwater home.

Chip's eyes fill with confusion, and he 
takes a step backward, trembling. "But, 
Dad," he whispers.

"But nothing!" Plankton's antennae whip 
around, and he stands, his whole body 
vibrating with anger. "You think you can 
fix me? You think you can just love me 
and everything will be fine?"

Karen tries to interject, but Plankton's 
rage is like a tidal wave, crashing over 
everything in its path.

"You think you gotta have the last word 
just to show how great and special you 
are Chip. But in the real world No means 
No so BACK OFF."

Chip's eyes widen, and he stumbles 
backward, the shattered rock on the 
floor a stark reminder of Plankton's 
outburst.

"Daddy," he whispers, his voice 
trembling.

Plankton's antennae only stiffen 
further.

"I'm sorry, Chip," Karen says, her voice a 
thread of calm in the storm. "Let's go to 
your room, okay?"

Chip nods, his eyes never leaving 
Plankton, who's still standing with his 
antennae flailing. Karen can see the hurt 
in her son's gaze, and it breaks her 
heart. She helps him off the couch, and 
together, they navigate the shards of 
rock on the floor.

As they leave the room, Karen casts a 
sorrowful glance at Plankton, who's now 
slumped into the couch, his antennae 
drooping. The anger seems to have 
drained out of him, leaving behind a 
tired, defeated creature.

In Chip's room, Karen helps her son sit 
on the bed, the soft glow from the 
glowfish lamp casting a warm light on 
his tear-stained face. She sits beside 
him, her hand gently rubbing his back in 
comforting circles. "You didn't do 
anything wrong, sweetie," she whispers. 
"Daddy just has a hard time with his 
feelings."

Chip's eyes are glued to the floor, his 
chest heaving with quiet sobs. "But 
why?" he asks, his voice cracking.

Karen takes a deep breath, trying to find 
the right words. "Sometimes, when 
people are upset or scared, they don't 
know how to show it," she says gently. 
"Daddy's just trying to deal with his own 
stuff, and it can be hard for him to talk 
about."

Chip nods, his eyes still on the floor. 
"But why does he have to get so mad?" 
he asks, his voice trembling.

"It's not that he's mad at you," 
she says softly. "It's just that he doesn't 
know how to express himself without 
getting upset."

"But why?" Chip asks, his voice muffled 
by the pillow he's buried his face in.

Karen takes a deep breath, her eyes 
misting over. "Daddy's brain works 
differently, Chip," she says, her voice 
cracking. "Sometimes, when we're sad 
or scared, we get mad instead."

Chip lifts his head, his eyes red and wet. "But why 
doesn't he just tell me he loves 
me?" he asks, his voice a broken 
whisper.

Karen sighs, sad but 
understanding. "Some people show love 
in different ways," she says. "Daddy 
might not say it out loud, but he does it 
every day. Like when he takes you on 
adventures or when he makes you 
laugh."

"But why can't he just say it?" he asks.

Karen's throat tightens. "Sometimes, it's 
hard for Daddy to say the words," she 
explains gently. "But that doesn't mean 
he doesn't feel it."

Chip sniffles, his eyes never leaving 
hers. "But why can't he just tell me?"

Karen sighs, her hand still rubbing 
soothing circles on his back. "It's 
complicated," she says. "Daddy's brain 
is like a treasure chest with lots of locks. 
Some days, the right words just can't 
find the key."

Chip looks at her, his eyes searching for 
a simple truth amidst the complexity. 
"But I want him to feel happy with me," 
he murmurs.

Karen nods, her voice soft. "And he is, 
sweetie," she says. "Just in his own 
way."

They sit in silence for a moment. Then 
Karen stands, her movements slow and 
deliberate. "Let's leave Daddy alone for 
now," she suggests. "He needs some 
space to sort through his feelings."

Chip nods, his eyes still glistening with 
unshed tears. Together, they leave the 
room, closing the door softly behind 
them.

As they walk down the corridor, Karen's thoughts are 
a tumult of emotions. She's angry at Plankton for his 
outburst, but she also understands his pain. He's 
been dealing with his condition alone for so long, 
and now he's forced to confront it with their son's 
innocent curiosity.

They enter the living room, and she can see 
Plankton sitting on the couch, his antennae 
drooping. He looks up as they come in, his 
expression a mix of guilt and defiance. Karen takes a 
deep breath, trying to keep her own emotions in 
check. "Why don't we watch a movie?" she 
suggests, her voice gentle. "Something to help us relax?"

Chip nods, still sniffling, and Plankton's antennae 
perk up slightly. It's a small victory, but it's 
something.

They settle on the couch, Chip curled up in the 
middle with a blanket. Karen chooses a movie 
they've watched together before, a silent gesture of 
comfort and familiarity. Plankton's eye is on the 
screen, but his antennae are still twitching with 
leftover anger.

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Chip took a deep breath, trying
to compose himself. "I know I can't
fix you, Dad," he said, his voice shaking.

Plankton's antennae stopped moving,
his eye focusing on Chip with an intensity
that made him feel like he was being x-rayed.
"You can't," he said, his voice firm. "But you
can support me. You can be there without
trying to change me."

Chip nodded, swallowing the lump
in his throat. "Okay," he managed to say.
"But I want to understand. I want
to be here for you."

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his eye narrowing slightly. "Understand?"
he echoed, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"Sure, it's easy. Just imagine your
brain's a pinball machine on tilt. Sounds
fun, right?"

Chip felt a smile tug at the corner
of his mouth despite the tension,
which only adds to Plankton's anger.
"Well, when you put it that way..."

Plankton's antennae stilled, his
eye squinting at his son's response.
"What?" he barked, his voice
sharp.

Chip tried to hold onto his smile,
his heart racing. "I mean,
if it's like a pinball machine, I can
learn the patterns," he said, his tone
carefully light. "I'm pretty good at video
games, so..."

Plankton's antennae waved wildly,
his eye flashing with anger. "You think
this is a game?" he shouted, his voice
filling the room. "You think
I enjoy being out of control? WELL THEN
PERHAPS YOU CAN EXPLAIN THE FUN OF FORGETTING
WHERE I AM FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!"

Chip's smile dropped, his eyes wide
with shock at his father's outburst.
He took a step back, his hands up
in a gesture of peace. "I'm sorry,"
he said quickly, his voice trembling.
"I didn't mean to make a joke of it, I
just..."

"You just what?" Plankton spat, his
small body vibrating with rage. "You just
don't get it! You can't get it! You're not
autistic, you don't know what it's like to have
your brain turn on you like that!"

Chip's eyes filled with tears,
his heart breaking at the accusation.
"I know, Dad," he said, his voice
barely above a whisper. "But I'm trying."

Plankton's antennae quivered with
the force of his rage. "You don't know,"
he said, his voice cold. "You can't know.
All I see is a little child playing pretend,
thinking he can understand what I go 
through! And yet you're the one asking
for help! Face it, you're never going to get 
it and so don't expect ME to explain it to you!"

Chip's eyes watered, the words hitting
like a sledgehammer. He had never seen
his father so furious, so unyielding. "I'm sorry,"
he whispered, his voice shaking. "I just want 
to help."

Plankton's antennae stopped their wild
movements, his eye focusing on his son with
a cold, calculating gaze. "Help?" he repeated,
his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want to
help by poking fun at my condition?"

Chip's eyes searched his father's,
his heart racing. "Dad, I didn't mean it
like that," he said, his voice trembling.
"I just wanted to lighten the mood."

Plankton's antennae waved, his eye
still cold and distant. "Don't," he said,
his voice like ice. "Don't try to lighten
it. And don't you DARE make fun of it."

Chip's eyes fell to the floor,
his heart aching with the weight of his
father's anger. "I'm sorry," he whispered,
his voice trembling. "I di-"

"You're sorry?" Plankton's voice
was a whip crack in the silence. "Sorry
doesn't cut it!" He slammed his fist
on the table, causing their plates to rattle.
"You think an apology is enough
when you belittle what I go through?"

Chip's eyes widened with fear
as his dad's anger grew. He'd never
seen Plankton like this before, his
tiny body trembling with rage, his antennae
thrashing like live wires. The kitchen
felt suffocatingly small, the walls closing in.

"Dad, please," Chip begged, his voice
shaking. "I didn't mean it that way."

But Plankton was beyond listening, his
tiny body vibrating with fury. "You don't get to
make jokes about this!" he roared, his antennae
whipping about like agitated snakes. "You don't get to
reduce it to a game you can win with a simple joke!"

Chip took another step back, his heart
pounding in his chest. He had never seen
his father this enraged, and it scared him. "Dad, I-"
he began, but Plankton's tirade didn't stop.

"You think it's funny?" Plankton shouted,
his antennae a blur of motion. "You think
it's fun to live with this?" His voice grew
louder, his words sharper. "You think it's
easy to lighten up at the drop of a hat?"

Chip's eyes filled with tears as
his father's anger grew, his voice
crackling like static. He hadn't meant to make
light of his dad's condition, but now it
seemed as if he'd made everything worse.
"I'm sorry," he choked out, his hands
shaking.

Plankton's antennae whipped around
his head, his eye bulging. "Sorry won't
make it go away!" he screamed, his voice
bouncing off the walls. "You think you can
make it better with a laugh?" He slammed
his fist down again, the sound like a gunshot.
"It's not a joke, Chip!"

Chip's eyes filled with tears as he watched
his father's outburst, his heart pounding.
He had never seen Plankton like this,
his anger a living, breathing thing that filled
the room like a toxic cloud. "I know," he whispered,
his voice shaking. "But I want to help."

Plankton's antennae thrashed wildly, his
body shaking with the force of his emotions.
"Help?" he spat, his voice a whip. "You want
to help? Then stop making it about you!"

Chip's eyes grew wide with fear
as he watched his father's anger
boil over, his voice shaking. "Dad, please,"
he whispered, his heart racing.

Plankton's antennae thrashed wildly,
his body vibrating with uncontrollable
rage. Suddenly, he grabbed the
coffee mug from the table,
flinging it across the room
where it shattered against the wall.
Shards of ceramic flew everywhere,
puncturing the silence like shrapnel.

"Dad, no!" Chip yelled, his heart racing
faster than it ever had before. He had
never seen Plankton this out of control.
And Karen knew she had to act fast.

Her voice was calm but firm as
she approached Plankton. "Sweetie,
it's okay," she said, her hands up in a
non-threatening gesture. "Let's go
to your workshop. You know that's your
safe space."

Plankton's antennae thrashed, his
eye darting around the room, seeking
anything to target his anger. "I don't
want to go anywhere!" he roared, his
body shaking with the intensity of
his emotions. "It's not okay!"

Karen stepped closer, her voice
steady. "It's okay to be upset,"
she said, her eyes never leaving
his. "But Chip..."

But Plankton's rage was unstoppable.
He lunged for the nearest object,
a framed photo of Chip,
his grip tightening as he raised it
over his head, ready to smash it
against the floor.

Karen's eyes widened, her heart
pounding in her chest. She had
to defuse the situation before it
got any worse. "Plankton, no," she
pleaded, her voice steady. "Please,
don't."

But Plankton's rage had taken over,
his body moving on autopilot as he
swung the photo frame with all his might.
It crashed to the floor, the shattering
glass echoing in the small room.
Chip's eyes grew round with shock,
his body frozen in place as he watched
his father's tantrum unfold.

"Dad, please stop!" he shouted, his voice
cracking with fear. "You're scaring me!"

But Plankton's rage was a runaway train,
his antennae quivering with the intensity
of his anger. He stomped over to the counter,
grabbing a plate and flinging it against
the wall, where it shattered into a hundred
tiny pieces. The sound was deafening, the force
of the impact sending a shiver down Chip's spine.

Karen stepped in front of Chip,
placing herself between him and the storm
of Plankton's fury. "Stop," she said firmly,
her voice a calm oasis in the chaos.
"You're scaring him."

Plankton's antennae stilled, his
eye focusing on Karen with a mix
of anger and confusion. For a moment,
his body seemed to pause, his arm
still mid-air, a kitchen towel gripped tightly
in his hand. Then, with a roar, he threw it,
the soft fabric landing limply on the floor.

Karen's eyes searched her husband's,
seeing the turmoil behind the rage.
"Please, Plankton," she said, her voice
soothing. "Let's talk about this."

But Plankton's anger was like a
wildfire, consuming everything in its path.
He picked up another mug, his arm
winding up to throw it, when Chip
suddenly stepped forward, his eyes
locked on his father's. "Dad," he said,
his voice shaking. "Please don't."

Plankton's antennae paused, his
arm still raised. "WHY?" he growled,
his eye wild with anger. "You think
you can just tell me what to do?" And
then, with a sickly twisted satisfaction,
Plankton hurled the mug in front of
Chip, purposefully missing him.

The room seemed to hold its breath
as the mug spun through the air,
the shattering of porcelain on the
tile floor a symphony of pain. "Dad,"
Chip said, his voice shaking. "It's not
about control. It's about us. Our fam..."

But Plankton was beyond words,
his rage a living entity that
consumed him. He grabbed a toaster,
his grip white-knuckled, and hurled
it at the fridge, the metallic clang
a cacophony in the small kitchen.
"I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY!"
he bellowed, his antennae a blur.

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The wind whispers through the leaves of 
the nearby trees, carrying with it the 
scent of fresh-cut grass and the distant 
sound of seagulls. It's a simple pleasure, 
but one that Plankton has often missed 
in his quest to protect his son from the 
storms in his own mind.

Suddenly, the serenity is shattered as a 
ball comes hurtling through the air, 
narrowly missing Plankton's head. He 
flinches, his antennae shooting straight 
up in alarm. Chip's swing comes to an 
abrupt halt, his eyes wide with fear. The 
children playing nearby laugh, unaware 
of the chaos their game has brought to 
the quiet corner of the playground.

Plankton's eye darts around, trying to 
process the sudden assault of sound 
and movement. His breath comes in 
quick, shallow gasps, and Karen can 
see the beginnings of a panic attack 
forming on his face. "Daddy!" Chip 
shouts, jumping off his swing and racing 
to his side.

With surprising speed and grace, Chip 
leaps into action, catching Plankton just 
as he starts to topple off the swing.

"Daddy!" Chip says, his voice filled with 
urgency as he gently guides Plankton's 
unresponsive body to the soft grass 
below. The love rock still clutches in his 
small hand.

Karen rushes over, her eyes wide with 
concern. "Is he ok?" she asks, kneeling 
beside them.

Chip nods, his chest heaving. "He has 
an absence seizure thing," he says, his voice 
shaking slightly. He looks up at Karen, 
his eyes filled with fear and confusion. 
"What do we do?"

Karen's eyes fill with a mix of panic and 
love as she takes in the sight of 
Plankton, his body frozen in mid-swing, 
his antennae limp. She's been here 
before, but it never gets easier. "It's ok," 
she says, her voice calm despite her 
racing heart. "Just give him a moment. 
He'll come back to us."

Chip nods, his grip on the love rock 
tightening as he watches his father. The 
world seems to slow down around them, 
the laughter of the other children fading 
into a distant memory. Plankton's 
breathing is shallow, his body stiff. Karen 
reaches out, placing a gentle hand on 
his back, feeling the rise and fall of his 
chest.

The seconds tick by like hours, each 
one filled with the weight of uncertainty. 
Chip clutches the love rock, willing his 
dad to come back. He's seen this 
before, but it never gets easier. He 
remembers the first time it happened, 
the fear that had gripped him, the feeling 
of helplessness as his dad's eye glazed 
over. But now, he knows what to do. 
He's not as scared; he's prepared.

With trembling hands, Chip takes out the 
love rock, its smoothness a comforting 
reminder of their conversation. He 
places it gently in Plankton's palm, 
curling the slender fingers around it. 
"You're ok," he whispers, his voice 
steady despite the storm of emotions 
inside. "We’re here."

Plankton's body remains still, a stark 
contrast to the vibrant world around 
them. The squeaks of the swings, the 
laughter of the children, the distant 
crash of waves, all seem to fade into the 
background as they wait for him to 
return from his brief retreat.

Karen sits beside Chip, her hand on his 
shoulder, offering silent support.

Time seems to stand still as they wait, 
the rock in Plankton's hand a silent 
testament to their newfound bond. The 
park's vibrant sounds muffle into a 
distant symphony, the world holding its 
breath for Plankton's return. Above 
them, the sun casts a warm, gentle light, 
the shadows dancing as if in a silent 
ballet of concern.

The seconds stretch into eternity, each 
one a heartbeat of hope. Chip's eyes 
never leave his father, willing him back 
with all his might. The rock in Plankton's 
palm is a symbol of love and 
understanding, a bridge connecting 
them through the stormy seas of his 
mind.

As Plankton's body remains frozen, the 
world around them seems to hold its 
breath. The rustling of the leaves above, 
the distant laughter of children, even the 
crash of waves in the background seem 
to hush in respectful silence. It's as if the 
universe itself is offering a quiet 
sanctuary for Plankton's return.

Chip's eyes never leave his father's 
face, his grip on the love rock in 
Plankton's palm unwavering. His heart 
races with fear, but he squeezes the 
rock tighter, trying to channel the love 
and support he feels into his dad's 
unresponsive hand. Chip decides to 
whisper comforting words.
"Daddy, it's ok," he says softly. "You're 
safe here with me and Mom."

Karen's eyes are filled with a mix of fear 
and admiration for her son's courage. 
She watches as Chip decides to 
continue.

"Remember the rock, Daddy?" Chip 
whispers. "It's my way of saying I love 
you."

Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, a 
glimmer of recognition in his eye. The 
world around them seems to hold its 
breath, the very air thick with 
anticipation. Chip's voice is the only 
sound, a gentle lullaby in the cacophony 
of the playground.

The rock in Plankton's hand feels warm, 
almost alive, as if it's absorbing the love 
Chip is whispering into it. Chip watches 
as Plankton's antennae slowly start to 
wiggle, a sign that he's coming back to 
them. "I'm here," Chip says, his voice 
barely audible. "I'll always be here."

Karen's hand moves to cover Chip's, her 
eyes glistening with tears she's trying 
hard to hold back. The sight of her son's 
unwavering support is both 
heartbreaking and awe-inspiring. 
Plankton's chest rises and falls more 
steadily, his breathing evening out.

The rock in Plankton's hand seems to 
pulse with a gentle warmth, a silent 
acknowledgment of Chip's words. Karen 
sees the tension in Plankton's features 
begin to ease, his antennae drooping 
slightly as he starts to come back to 
them. It's a delicate process, like waking 
a sleeping dragon. Any sudden 
movement could send him back into the 
storm.

Chip's voice is a beacon, guiding 
Plankton through the fog. 
"It's ok," Chip repeats, his voice 
soothing, "You're with us." Plankton's 
antennae twitch again, and Karen can 
see the spark of understanding in his 
eye.

Slowly, Plankton's body starts to relax. 
The tension in his shoulders eases, and 
his antennae twitch in a way that tells 
Karen he's listening, that he's with them 
again. His breathing evens out, and his 
eyelid flickers closed.

For a moment, Chip is afraid. But then, 
Plankton's hand tightens slightly around 
the rock, giving him a squeeze that says 
'Thank you'. Karen smiles, her eyes 
shimmering with relief. "Looks like he’s 
asleep," she whispers, her voice filled 
with a mix of humor and love.

Chip nods, his own eyes never leaving 
Plankton's peaceful face. They stay like 
that for a while, the three of them, in the 
quiet sanctuary of the park bench. The 
storm in Plankton's mind has passed, 
leaving them in a gentle lull.

The playground's sounds slowly start to 
filter back in, the chatter of children, the 
distant hum of the city, the rustling of 
leaves in the breeze. Chip keeps 
whispering, his voice a gentle caress in 
the stillness. "It's ok, Daddy. You're 
safe."

Karen watches her son with a mix of 
love and sadness, knowing the weight 
he now carries. He's growing up too fast, 
she thinks, but he's handling it with more 
grace than anyone could ask for. 

Plankton's hand relaxes around the 
rock, his breathing deep and even. The 
storm inside him has passed for now, 
leaving them with a quiet, precious 
moment.

Chip leans into her, his voice a whisper. 
"Is he going to be ok?"

Karen nods, her eyes never leaving 
Plankton's peaceful face. "He'll be fine," 
she says. "Rest is sometimes the best 
thing for him after an episode."

Chip nods, his grip on the rock in 
Plankton's hand loosening slightly. He 
looks around the park, the world coming 
back into focus. The other kids are 
playing, their laughter a gentle reminder 
of the life that goes on outside their little 
bubble of concern.

"Should we go home?" Chip asks, his 
voice still hushed.

Karen nods. "Let's get him into the 
shade," she says, gesturing to a nearby 
tree. "The fresh air and quiet will do him 
good."

Together, they gently lift Plankton and 
carry him to the cool, shaded spot. Chip 
is careful not to jostle him too much, his 
little hands supporting Plankton's head.

Under the tree, Karen lays a blanket on 
the ground and they place him down. 
His antennae are still now, no longer 
dancing with the stress of the seizure. 
His breath is deep and even, his 
features relaxed in sleep.

Chip watches him intently, his thumb 
tracing the smooth surface of the love 
rock. "He's going to be ok, right?" he 
asks, his voice a barely audible whisper. 
Karen nods, her eyes filled with a fierce 
protectiveness. "Of course, sweetie," 
she says. "Daddy just needs some rest."

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The tree above them provides a gentle 
canopy, casting dappled shadows on 
Plankton's sleeping form. The leaves 
rustle in the breeze, creating a natural 
lullaby that soothes not only him but 
Chip and Karen as well. The world 
outside the shade seems to melt away, 
leaving them in a quiet cocoon of peace.

Karen watches her son with a mix of 
admiration and sadness. He's growing 
up so fast, she thinks, having to learn 
about things most kids his age don't 
have to. But Chip's strength is 
undeniable, and she knows that 
together, they'll navigate the storms that 
come with Plankton's condition.

The park's cacophony slowly starts to 
fade into the background, replaced by 
the rhythmic sound of Plankton's deep, 
even breathing. Chip sits next to him, 
the love rock still in his hand, his thumb 
tracing the smooth surface. The 
shadows from the tree above dance 
across their faces, creating a 
mesmerizing pattern of light and dark 
that seems to mirror the complexities of 
their lives.

Karen pulls out a small blanket from 
their bag and covers Plankton gently, 
tucking it around his small body. She 
looks at Chip, her eyes filled with a mix 
of love and sadness. "Why don't you sit 
with him for a bit?" she suggests. "I'll 
grab the car."

Chip nods solemnly, taking a seat 
beside his father. He places the love 
rock in Plankton's palm, curling his 
slender fingers around it. The park's 
sounds seem to fade away as he 
focuses on Plankton's peaceful face, the 
only indication of life the steady rise and 
fall of his chest. Chip's eyes drift over to 
the swings, now silent, the chains still 
swaying slightly from their earlier use.

While Karen walks to get the car, Chip 
sits in quiet contemplation, feeling the 
weight of their conversation from the 
night before. He's learned so much 
about his dad, about the storms in his 
brain that make him different. But 
instead of fear, Chip feels a newfound 
respect and love, a bond stronger than 
any storm could break.

Plankton's eye flutter open, the sleepy 
confusion fading as he sees Chip sitting 
beside him, the love rock still clutched in 
his hand. He looks around, the park 
coming back into focus. His antennae 
twitch slightly, searching for the source 
of comfort.

"Hey, buddy," Plankton says, his voice 
groggy. "What happened?"

Chip's eyes light up, his grip on the rock 
tightening. "You had a seizure," he 
explains, his voice steady. "But you're ok 
now. We're just waiting for Mom to bring 
the car."

Plankton nods, his gaze drifting to the 
rock. He opens his palm, revealing the 
smooth, shimmering stone. "Thank you," 
he murmurs, his voice thick with 
emotion.

Chip looks up, his eyes meeting 
Plankton's. "It's our love rock," he says 
simply, his voice filled with the weight of 
their new understanding.

Plankton's antennae twitch, a hint of a 
smile playing on his lips. "I remember," 
he says, his voice a little stronger. "It's a 
good rock."

The two sit in companionable silence, 
the rock a tangible symbol of their bond. 
The park's sounds slowly filter back in, 
the laughter of children, the squeak of 
the swings, the distant bark of a seagull. 
Life goes on around them, but in this 
moment, their world is small and 
focused.

As Karen pulls up with the car, she sees 
them sitting under the tree, the love rock 
in Plankton's hand. She parks and walks 
over, her eyes filled with concern. 
"Ready to go home?" she asks gently.

Plankton nods, his antennae rising 
slightly. "Yeah," he says, his voice still 
shaky. "Let's go."

They carefully help him into the car, the 
love rock still nestled in his hand. The 
drive home is quiet, the weight of the 
day's events hanging heavy in the air. 
Chip watches his dad, his heart aching 
for the silent struggle he knows he's 
facing.

As they pull into the driveway, Karen 
looks back in the rearview mirror.

"Remember, Chip," she says, her eyes 
meeting her son's in the reflection, 
"today was a learning experience. We all 
need to be patient with each other."

Chip nods solemnly, his gaze never 
leaving Plankton's face. He sees the 
exhaustion etched into his father's 
features, the quiet strength that hides 
beneath the storm. "I know," he 
whispers, his voice filled with 
understanding beyond his years.

The house is a welcome retreat from the 
overwhelming sensory assault of the 
park. Inside, everything is familiar and 
comforting, a bastion of predictability in 
a world that often seems too loud and 
too bright for Plankton. Karen helps 
Plankton into bed, tucking him in with 
the care of a lighthouse keeper guiding 
a ship to safety.

Chip sits on the edge of the bed, holding 
the love rock out to Plankton. "Do you 
still want this?" he asks, his voice 
tentative.

Plankton's hand reaches out, his eyes 
never leaving the rock. He takes it, his 
grip firm. "Yeah," he says, a hint of a 
smile playing on his lips. "It's 
comforting."

Karen gives them both a soft smile 
before leaving the room, closing the 
door gently behind her. The room is 
filled with the hum of the fish tank, the 
calming blue light casting a soothing 
glow. Chip sits with his father, the love 
rock nestled in Plankton's hand, a silent 
sentinel of their bond.

For a moment, they just breathe 
together. Then, Chip decides to speak. 
"Daddy," he says, his voice gentle and 
soothing, "I'm here for you. No matter 
what happens, ok?"

Plankton's eye flicker with 
understanding, and he squeezes the 
rock in his hand. "Thank you, Chip," he 
murmurs, his voice filled with more 
emotion than Chip has ever heard from 
him. "I'm lucky to have you."

The words hang in the air, heavy with 
meaning, as Chip nods, his own eyes 
brimming with tears. He leans in to offer 
Plankton his hand to hold. Plankton 
takes it, his grip firm, his eye searching 
Chip's for reassurance. The love rock 
remains a silent witness to their 
conversation, a physical representation 
of the unspoken affection that flows 
between them.

Slowly, Plankton's eye grow heavy, the 
lid drooping as sleep claims him once 
more. His hand relaxes around Chip's, 
the rock still cradled in his other palm. 
Chip watches his father's chest rise and 
fall with each deep, even breath, the 
storm of the day finally abating.

Eventually, Plankton's eye opens, a 
glimmer of understanding piercing the 
tempest. His antennae still, his body 
going rigid with the effort of speaking. 
He draws in a deep breath, his eye 
locking onto Chip's and also Karen’s, the 
love rock a bridge between them. "Lo..." 
he manages to murmur, the word a 
tremor in the quiet room. Karen's eyes 
widen, her heart skipping a beat. "Lo..." 
he tries again, the syllable a whisper of 
hope. The room feels like it's expanding, 
the walls stretching with the weight of 
his effort. "Lo...ve," he finally says, the 
word a shaky but clear declaration.

The air shimmers with the power of the 
spoken word, the love rock in Chip's 
hand feeling like it's vibrating with joy. 
Karen's eyes overflow with tears as she 
squeezes Plankton's hand, her voice 
choking with emotion. "Oh, honey," she 
says, her voice a gentle caress, "we 
know." Chip's own eyes sparkle with 
unshed tears, his voice trembling as he 
speaks. "We love you too, Daddy."
 "Lo...love," he manages to repeat, the 
word a treasure pulled from the depths
of his mind. Chip feels a tear slide down 
his cheek, the love rock in his hand a 
warm emblem of victory.

"You don't have to say it, Daddy," Chip 
says, his voice shaky but earnest. "We 
know." But Plankton's eye
determined, the word 'love' a beacon he 
needs to reach. With a Herculean effort, 
he whispers, "Chip...Karen...love...you." 
The room is suffused with a warmth that 
feels like a sunrise, the shadows 
retreating to the corners.

Karen stands with 
love for her family. She knows that this is 
just the beginning of their journey, that 
there will be more storms to weather. 
But with Chip by his side, she feels a 
glimmer of hope that Plankton's world 
will be a little less overwhelming.

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After a moment, she turned and walked
towards the workshop door, her steps slow
and deliberate. She paused, her hand
on the doorknob, looking back at Chip with a
mixture of pain and resolve. "I'll check
on your father," she said, her voice a whisper.
"You... you clean up here."

Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving
his mother's. He knew she was hurting too,
but she was putting on a brave face for him.
As she disappeared into the workshop,
his heart felt like it was in a vice. He'd never
seen his parents like this before.

The kitchen was a mess of shattered
dishes and splattered jelly, a stark
contrast to the usually pristine space.
He took a deep breath and began to
collect the broken pieces, his mind racing
with thoughts of his father's pain.

Karen's footsteps were quiet
as she approached the workshop,
the door slightly ajar. She could
hear Plankton's muffled sobs from
inside, his tiny body hunched
over his workbench. She took a
deep breath, steeling herself for
what she might find.

The room was a whirlwind of
half-finished inventions, wires
and gadgets scattered about.
Her heart broke at the sight of her
husband, the usually stoic and
resourceful Plankton, reduced to a
tiny, shaking figure, his antennae
drooped like the wilted leaves of
a forgotten houseplant.

"Plankton?" Karen's voice was a soft
whisper, cutting through the quiet.
He didn't look up, his sobs the
only sound in the cluttered room.
Slowly, she approached, her eyes
taking in the chaos around them.
"Honey," she began, her voice
trembling. "I know you're upset, but..."

Plankton's sobs grew louder,
his body shaking with the force of
his emotions. Karen reached out,
her hand hovering over his shoulder,
uncertain whether to touch him.

Finally, she decided that in this moment,
space was what he needed most. She
stood there, a silent sentinel, her presence
a gentle reminder that she was there
for him. "Plankton," she said softly,
her voice a balm in the storm of his
rage. "Can I get you anything?"

Plankton's sobs grew quieter,
his tiny frame heaving with the
weight of his emotions. "No,"
he said, his voice muffled.

Karen took a step closer,
her hand still hovering. "Do you
want me to stay?" she asked, her
tone gentle.

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his head nodding slightly. It was the
barest of movements, but it spoke
volumes to Karen. She stepped
forward, wrapping her arms around
his shoulders, careful not to press
too hard. He stiffened at first, but
then, ever so slightly, leaned into her.

Her embrace was gentle, her touch
like a soft breeze, offering comfort without
smothering his pain. "I always love you."

The words hung in the air,
their quiet strength a stark contrast
to the chaos of the kitchen. Plankton
felt his body begin to relax, his sobs
easing as Karen's warmth seeped in.

He took a deep, shuddering breath,
his antennae drooping. "I'm sorry,"
he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
"I didn't mean to... I don't know..."

Karen's grip tightened, her hand
sliding up to cradle his head. "It's okay,"
she soothed, her voice a gentle lullaby.

Plankton's antennae twitched
nervously against her, but he didn't pull away.
He knew she was there for him, even when
his own mind was a tempest of confusion.

"You don't have to apologize," Karen
whispered.

Her words were a balm to Plankton's
raw nerves, and he leaned into her
embrace. She knew he was
sensitive post-episode, his emotions
like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap.
Her heart ached for him, for the fear
and frustration he felt in those moments.

Karen's eyes scanned the room,
noticing the chaos of Plankton's
workshop, his mind's refuge.
Usually, the disarray was organized,
each gear and wire in its place. Now,
it was as though a tornado had swept
through, leaving a trail of half-finished
inventions in its wake.

Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his
body still tense under her touch.
"I just... I don't want you to look
at me and see something broken
and unlovable.."

Karen's eyes filled with tears.
"You are you, and that is all 
I've ever loved."

The words hung in the air,
a gentle rebuttal to the harshness
of the earlier scene. Plankton's
sobs grew quieter, his breathing
evening out. Chip hovered at the
entrance, his heart a tumultuous
sea of regret and fear. He'd hurt
his father, and he didn't know
how to fix it.

He took a tentative step into
the workshop, his eyes scanning
the room. The mess was a stark
reminder of the turmoil Plankton
was feeling, and it only served
to amplify Chip's own guilt.
He watched his mother's careful
movements, her gentle touch,
and he desperately wanted to do
the same.

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She Knew Something Was Up
When my great-grandma was on her last legs, she was convinced that my mom was having a baby and wanted to know if it was a girl or boy. My mom replied by telling her that she was not pregnant, and after asking the same to my aunt she said, "Oh, guess I was wrong". Here's where it gets unsettling. Exactly nine months later, I was born.

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Spiritually — I will win.

Financially — I will win.

Career wise - I will win.

Mentally - I will win.

Emotionally - I will win.

Physically - I will win.

Family wise — I will win.

Love Life - I will win.

In my life — I will win.

I will have it all I'm claiming it.

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😘😘💚🐾

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~ Doubting Blood
My father got a DNA test done on my autistic, non-verbal little brother because he didn't think he was his child. The results came back and it turns out my brother is his son, but my mother has no idea my dad ever got that done.

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SHELF IMPROVEMENT xi
(Autistic author)

Karen stood up. She 
needed to check on 
Chip, to make sure he 
was okay after the 
scary scene he had 
witnessed. She stepped 
out of the room, 
leaving the door 
cracked open, 
listening for any 
sign of movement 
from Plankton.

The house was 
quiet, the only sound 
being the distant 
thump of Chip's 
footsteps. She 
walked down the hallway, 
each step heavier 
than the last.

When she reached 
Chip's room, she 
found him sitting on 
his bed, his screen 
blurry with unshed 
tears. He looked up 
as she entered, his eyes 
wide with worry.

"Mom," he said, 
his voice small.

Karen's heart 
broke anew. She 
crossed the room 
and sat beside him, 
wrapping her arms 
around his small 
frame. "Chip," she 
whispered, "it's okay."

Chip leaned into her 
embrace, his body 
shaking with 
sobs. "But Dad...," 
he choked out. "Dad was 
so mad at me."

Karen's heart 
was heavy. She 
stroking his back. 
"He's not mad at you, 
Chip," she said, her 
voice gentle. "His brain 
is just... different 
now. He's scared and 
overwhelmed."

Chip sniffled, 
his shoulders 
heaving. "But why?"

"Because of his 
autism," Karen 
explained, her voice 
soft and steady. "It's 
like he's experiencing 
the world with all his 
senses turned up to 
max. Sometimes it's 
too much, and it can 
make him upset."

Chip's sobs grew 
quieter as he 
absorbed her words. "But 
I didn't mean to," 
he murmured, his voice 
filled with regret.

"I know, buddy," 
Karen said, her voice 
soothing. "And Dad 
knows you didn't mean to. 
We all just need to 
learn how to be more 
careful with each other."

Chip nodded 
against her shoulder, 
his body slowly 
relaxing into her 
embrace. "I don't 
want him to be sad," 
he whispered.

Karen kissed 
his forehead. "I 
know, Chip. And we'll 
make sure he isn't. 
We'll all learn 
together."

They sat in 
silence for a few 
more moments, 
until Chip's 
sniffles subsided.

"Would you like 
to go see him?" 
Karen asked, her 
voice tentative.

Chip nodded, 
his screen wiping 
away tears. "But 
I don't want to make 
Dad mad again," he 
whispered.

"You won't," Karen 
promised, her voice 
filled with warmth. 
"We'll go in together, 
and I'll be right here 
with you."

They walked back 
to Plankton's room, 
their steps measured. Karen 
pushed the door open 
carefully, her gaze 
flicking to the bed. 
Plankton was still 
asleep, his snores 
now a comforting 
lullaby in the quiet 
space.

Chip's eyes were 
glued to his dad, 
his antennae quivering 
slightly. "Dad?" he 
whispered.

Karen nodded, 
swiping at her own 
tears. "Let's just 
watch him for a 
moment," she said, 
guiding Chip to the 
chair beside the 
bed. They sat down 
together, their 
hands joined.

Plankton's antennae 
twitched slightly 
in his sleep, and 
Karen held her breath, 
fearing he might 
wake up. But he 
remained still, his 
tiny frame nestled 
under the blanket.

"Look, Chip," she 
whispered, pointing 
to Plankton's peaceful 
face. "Dad's sleeping. 
Let's not wake him 
up yet."

Chip nodded, 
his gaze never leaving 
his father. "But I 
want to tell him I'm 
sorry," he said, his voice 
barely above a 
whisper.

"You can tell him 
later," Karen assured, 
squeezing his hand. "Let's 
let him rest for now."

Chip nodded, 
his eyes never leaving 
Plankton's sleeping 
form. "Okay," he murmured, 
his voice thick with 
unshed tears. "But I'll 
make it up to him. I've a
science fair at school
tonight and would like
you both to come. I know
he enjoys science."

Karen's heart 
swelled with pride 
and hope. "That's 
a wonderful idea, 
Chip," she said, 
smiling through her 
tears. "I'm sure 
your father would love to 
see your project."

They sat in 
companionable silence 
for a few moments 
more before Karen 
stood up. "Go get 
ready," she said, 
gently tugging on 
Chip's arm. "We have 
a science fair to attend."

Chip's eyes 
lit up with 
excitement. 
"Really?"

"Yes," Karen 
nodded, standing 
up. "We'll all go 
together and 
support you."

Chip perked up, and 
he scurried out of the 
room, eager to get 
ready for the 
science fair. Karen 
watched him go, 
his enthusiasm a 
tiny beacon of light 
in the heavy silence 
that lingered. She took 
a deep breath, 
preparing herself for 
the task ahead.

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SHELF IMPROVEMENT xv
(Autistic author)

Karen's heart
breaks a little more 
with each word.

"Chip, please,"
she says, her voice 
shaking. "Your dad 
doesn't mean to be..."

But Chip's anger
has taken over. "Dad
you just touched me!
So I think at this point,
you don't get to tell me
what to do!" he yells,
his voice a mix of
pain and anger as he
once again pokes Plankton.

This time, Plankton's
response is explosive.
He jumps off the bed,
his antennae flaring with
fury. "DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME!"
he roars, his voice
booming in the confines
of the room. The 
power behind his
words sends a shiver down
Karen's spine.

"Chip, stop it," Karen 
says, her voice 
firm. "Your dad's 
autism makes him 
sensitive to touch 
right now. You know 
this."

But Chip is beyond 
reason, his own 
pain fueling his 
actions. He 
pokes at Plankton 
again, his eyes 
filled with anger.

Plankton's antennae 
quiver, his 
body tight as a 
spring. "Don't," he 
warns, his voice 
low and dangerous. 
But Chip doesn't 
listen.

He reaches out 
once more, his 
finger poised 
like a dart.
Karen can 
see the internal 
battle raging 
behind that one 
word, the need for 
his personal space 
and the fear of 
what could happen 
if it's violated.

The moment 
Chip's finger makes 
contact with 
his arm, Plankton's
unable to take 
much more.

With a 
whimper that 
sounds like 
the sigh, 
he crumples back
onto his bed as
his eye rolls 
back in his 
head. His 
body convulses 
once, twice, and 
then stills as his
eye closes.

Karen's seen 
this before, but 
the sight of 
it never gets 
easier. She rushes 
to Plankton's side.

"Daddy!" Chip's 
voice cracks, 
his anger 
dissolving into 
fear. "Mom!"

Karen's eyes 
widen as she 
sees Plankton's
body go limp. She
quickly assesses 
his condition, 
seeing the signs 
of a meltdown 
turning into a 
full-blown shutdown.

"Mom?" Chip's 
voice is shaky, 
his anger now 
replaced with 
fear. "What's 
happening?"

Karen's heart 
is racing as she 
gently cradles 
Plankton's head. 
"It's okay," she 
soothes, her voice 
calm but filled 
with urgency. "He's 
just overwhelmed."

Chip stands 
frozen, his hand 
still in midair. 
The reality of what 
his words have 
caused crashes 
over him like a 
wave, soaking him 
in guilt. "Dad?"
he whispers, his voice
tiny and scared.

Karen's eyes 
meet Chip's, 
full of pain. 
"I'll take care 
of your father," she 
says, her voice 
steady despite the 
tears threatening to 
fall. "Why don't 
you go to your 
room?" She nods 
towards the door.

Chip nods, 
his eyes never 
leaving Plankton's 
still form. He 
backs out of the 
room, the weight 
of his guilt 
following him like 
a shadow. The door 
clicks shut behind 
him, leaving 
Karen alone with 
Plankton.

The silence 
is heavy, the air 
charged with the 
residue of their 
outburst. Karen 
pulls the blankets 
up to Plankton's 
chin.

"You're okay," she 
whispers, her voice 
barely audible over 
his shallow 
breaths. She runs 
her hand over his 
forehead, soothing 
his antennae.

Plankton's body 
shudders under her 
touch, his mind 
reeling from the 
sensory assault.

"You're okay," 
Karen repeats, her 
voice a gentle 
lullaby in the 
storm of Plankton's 
thoughts. She 
continues to stroke 
his antennae, 
trying to ground 
him.

Plankton's 
eyelid flickers, 
his mind slowly 
coming back to 
his surroundings. The 
weight of his 
exhaustion is like a 
heavy blanket, 
smothering him.

"Chip," Karen says, 
her voice tight with 
worry. "Come 
back in. I need 
you to see this."

Chip's eyes 
are red from crying, 
but he obeys, 
his gaze 
falling on his 
father's still 
form.

"Look at him," 
Karen says, her 
voice thick 
with emotion. 
"This is what your 
words did."

Chip's eyes 
fill with horror 
as he looks at 
his father's form. 
"Dad," he whispers, 
his hand reaching 
out tentatively.

But Plankton 
doesn't react, 
his mind shut down.

Karen's eyes 
are filled with 
despair, watching 
her husband, her 
partner, her best 
friend, trapped 
in his own 
overwhelmed world. "Oh, 
Plankton," she whispers, 
her voice shaking 
with concern.

Chip's hand 
hangs in the air, 
his heart racing. He 
doesn't know what 
to do.

"He's in a 
shutdown," Karen 
explains, her voice 
calm but 
strained. "It's like 
his brain has 
turned off to 
protect itself."

Chip's hand 
drops to his side, 
his eyes never 
leaving his 
father's 
motionless body. 
"But why?" he 
asks, his voice 
small and scared.

Karen sighs, 
exhaustion etching 
lines into her face. 
"It's his autism, 
Chip. It's like 
his brain's way of 
saying 'I can't handle
any more'." She 
swipes at her 
own tears, trying to 
keep her voice 
steady. "When the 
stimulation gets 
to be too much, his 
body just...shuts down."

Chip looks at 
his dad, his 
heart heavy with 
regret. "But I didn't 
know it would be 
this bad," he says, 
his voice barely above 
a whisper. "I just 
wanted to be heard."

Karen nods, her 
eyes never leaving 
Plankton's. "I know, 
sweetheart," she 
says. "But you 
see, your dad's 
brain works 
differently than 
yours or mine." She 
takes a deep 
breath, choosing 
her words 
carefully. "When 
there's too much 
noise, or too many 
people, or even just 
too much 
expectation," she 
pauses, her hand 
still stroking 
his antennae, "it can be 
like someone's 
turned the volume 
up too high, and 
everything just 
becomes too much."

Chip sighs. 
"But why did we 
have to leave?" he 
asks, his voice 
small and lost.

Karen looks at 
Plankton, his 
body still 
shaky from 
his meltdown. 
"The science fair 
was too much for 
Daddy," she says 
gently. "You know 
how I said he
overwhelms easy?"

Chip nods, 
his eyes 
glued to the 
floor.

"At the science 
fair, Daddy had a 
kind of seizure," 
Karen explains, 
trying to keep 
her voice steady. 
"It's like his brain 
got too full of 
information and 
it couldn't process 
it all. To many
people were talking
all at once." She pauses, 
swallowing the lump 
in her throat. "It's 
not that he didn't 
want to be there 
for you, Chip. It's 
that his body 
simply couldn't handle 
it."

Chip's eyes 
widen with 
understanding. 
"But he looked 
normal," he says, 
his voice tinged 
with doubt. "He
didn't..."

Karen sighs, 
taking Chip's hand.
"It's not like a 
normal seizure," she 
explains. "It's 
called an absence
seizure. He's 
semiconscious but 
his mind kind of...
leaves him 
for a moment."

Chip nods 
slowly, 
his eyes 
focused on 
Plankton's face. 
"But why was 
he so mad at me?"

Karen looks 
at her son, 
her heart 
aching for 
both of them. 
"It was just 
his brain's way of 
dealing with 
the overload. And
when you kept
poking him and
blaming him," she
sighs, her eyes
filling with tears,
"it just added to 
his stress. He's just...
overwhelmed."

Chip stares 
at the floor, 
his eyes wide 
with guilt. 
"I didn't mean 
to," he whispers. 
"I just wanted 
you to be proud 
of me."

Karen's heart 
aches for her 
son. She knows 
his intentions 
were pure, but 
the impact of 
his words was 
like a bomb 
exploding in 
Plankton's mind. 
"I know, Chip," 
she says gently. "But 
sometimes, we 
have to think about 
how our words affect 
others, especially 
when someone's going 
through something 
as hard as your dad. Now
it's getting late; we could
all use some rest."

Chip nods, his 
throat tight with 
unshed tears. He 
kisses Plankton's 
forehead, his heart 
heavy with regret. 
"I'm sorry, Dad," he 
whispers, his voice 
cracking. "I'll do 
better."

Karen watches 
as her son 
backs out of the 
room, the weight 
of the evening's 
events weighing 
heavily on his 
small shoulders. She 
wishes she could 
take away his pain, 
his guilt.

Turning back 
to Plankton, 
she gets in 
his line of sight 
and speaks softly.
"Plankton, honey, 
are you awake..."

His single 
eye opens 
slightly, a 
tiny slit in 
his otherwise 
still form. "Yes,"
he whispers, his 
voice hoarse with 
fatigue.

Karen's 
heart clenches 
with relief. 
"How are you 
feeling?" she 
asks, her voice 
gentle.

Plankton's 
eye flickers, 
his antennae 
barely moving. 
"Tired," he 
whispers.

Karen nods, 
understanding. "I'll
be right here," she 
promises, her 
voice a gentle 
caress. 

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𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖯 𝗉𝗍. 15
(𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖠𝖡𝖴𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲) 

Eventually, they pulled up
into their driveway, Karen
parking the car.

Plankton stirred slightly,
his antennae twitching as
the car's engine purred to
a stop. Chip's heart raced.
Gently, Karen turned around,
her eyes filled with a mix of
exhaustion and hope.
"Plankton," she whispered,
her hand reaching out to
his arm. "We're home."

Plankton's eyelid fluttered
open, his antennae shooting
up. His eye darted around,
his mind racing to catch up
with reality. 
With dawning horror, he
realized he had fallen
asleep. His cheeks flushed with
embarrassment as he jerked away
from Chip's shoulder. Plankton's hand
flew to his mouth, his antennae
quivering in embarrassment as he
felt wetness.

Chip looked at him, his
expression gentle. "You ok, Dad?"
he asked. Plankton nodded, his
voice gruff. "Fine," he murmured,
his hand still covering his mouth.

The house was quiet as they
entered. Karen led the way,
her steps measured and calm.
Plankton shuffled behind, his
eye cast downward. The
embarrassment of falling asleep
in the car clung to him.

As he went into his bedroom
Plankton decided to check his
social media. He then found
Chip's selfie post:
"Went to the park with my
dad @ Sheldon Plankton
today 💙👨‍👦💨 "

Plankton's antennae
quivered with 
embarrassment.

He sat down, his hand
still clutching the
fidget toy. He scrolled
to the comments on
Chip's post, his heart
pounding in his chest.

The first comment's
from Hanna, which read:
"Aw, so sweet! 😍
Looks like you guys
are bonding! Keep
it up, @ Chip 💪🏻"
Bonding? Was that
what they were
doing? He wasn't
sure.

The next one was from
a user named @LoveforAll.
"Sending all my
❤️✨☮️ to you and
your dad, Chip! @Hanna
told me about Plankton's
case, as I've the same
acquired autistic condition
which is a rare form of
Autism, so she told me.
#acquiredautism"
Great. Not only is his sleepy
features public, but also his
condition.

Plankton felt a knot in
his stomach, his antennae
twitching with discomfort.
He viewed a reply to @LoveforAll's
comment, from @SpongeBob:
"☹️☹️☹️ Plankton, hope
you're ok buddy! 🐠💨
Sensory parks are the best!
Keep fighting the good fight! 💪🏻💨
I'm born with autism, so yea."
Plankton's antennae shot up,
his eye wide with shock. He
read the comment again, his mind
spinning. He had never considered
that his friend SpongeBob of all 
people might understand!

The next comment was from
his rival @Krabs:
"Plankton?! 🦑👀 What's going
on over there? Hope you're
not planning any Krabby Patty
stealing schemes with that fidget
toy, haha! 🤑😂 #KrabsVsPlankton
#Frenemies"

Plankton's antennae drooped,
his heart sinking. Even Mr.
Krabs couldn't resist a joke at
his expense. But then he
saw Karen's comment, her
emoji-laden response to their
day out:
"☮️💨💖 Such a wonderful
day at the sensory park
with my two boys! 👨‍👦💨👨‍👦 Proud
of you both for trying
new things! 💃🏻💨💃🏻 @ Sheldon Plankton
sorry for the picture, love!"

Putting his phone aside
Plankton saw Chip come
in the bedroom doorway.
"Hey, I got some science
homework if you'd like to..."
"I'll help," Plankton interrupts.
"How many pages, Chip?" "It's
ok, Dad. It's just basic
stuff. But if you really
want to, it's only five
pages." Chip sits on his dad's
bed with the homework packet.
Plankton's antennae
quiver with excitement.
He had always loved
helping Chip with homework!
Plankton leaned in close as
Chip hands him the homework.

Plankton's antennae twitched
as he took the homework.
"Alright," he murmured,
his voice steady. "Let's start
wi- Ow!" Plankton screams.
He had sliced his finger on
the corner of the page. The 
pain was intense, a sudden 
shock that sent his senses into
overdrive. He flaps his hands.

Karen rushed into the
room at the sound of his 
distress. "Plankton, what
happened?" she asked. 
"It hurts, it hurts," he cries, 
his voice desperate as he
cradles the injury.

The sight of his dad's
pain hit Chip like a brick.
"It's just a paper cut," he 
mumbled, his voice shaking.
But to Plankton, it was a 
sensory assault, the pain 
sharp and overwhelming.
He hadn't had a paper cut
since before the accident,
and the suddenness of it 
was to much.

Karen's eyes widened.
"Let me see," she said, her
voice calm and soothing.
Plankton shakily extended
his hand.
Her eyes took in the
cut, her mind racing.
They had to find a way to
help him manage this pain,
without causing more
distress.

Gently, she took the
fidget toy from his other
hand. "Look at this," she
instructed, her voice
soothing. "Let's focus
on th-"

But Plankton's agony was
too intense, the pain of
the paper cut like a
siren in his mind.
"Make it stop," he
whispered, his eye
squeezed shut in pain,
his body trembling.

Chip watched,
his own panic rising.
He had never seen his dad
so overwhelmed by such a
small injury. He knew
his father's sensory issues
were severe, but the sight of
his distress was almost too
much to bear. He felt a
wave of guilt wash over him.
If only he had been more
careful with the homework.

Karen took charge,
her eyes focused.
"Plankton, can you hear me?"
she asked, her voice calm
and steady. "Look at the
fidget toy, ok?" She
placed it in his good hand.
"Squeeze it. Squeeze it a-"

But Plankton couldn't
hear her over the roar of
pain in his head. His
entire body was trembling,
his breath coming in
sharp gasps. His antennae
quivered with the effort of
blocking out the sensory
storm.

Karen's mind raced.
They had to get him to a
calm state, to help him
understand that the pain
wasn't going to last. She
quickly grabbed a clean
cloth and gently pressed
it to the cut, applying
just enough pressure to
stem the flow. "Look at me,
Plankton," she said, her voice
soft but firm. "Look at me."

Plankton's antennae
twitched, his eye searching
for hers. "It's ok," she
whispered. "I'm here. It's
just a paper cu-"
But her words were
drowned out by his sobs.

Karen's mind raced. She
needed to find a way to
soothe him, to get through
the chaos of sensory
overload. She remembered
Hanna's advice about using
deep pressure to help with
pain management. Carefully,
she wrapped her arms around
his shoulders, applying firm,
comforting pressure. "It's
ok, Plankton," she murmured,
her voice steady. "I've got
you."

Plankton's antennae stopped
quivering as he felt Karen's
embrace, the pressure grounding
his overstimulated mind.
He took a deep, shaky
breath, the pain starting to
recede slightly. "It h-hurts,"
he managed to say, his voice
still tight with pain.

Chip's eyes were wide
with fear, watching his
dad's reaction to something
so simple. He had never
seen Plankton in such pain,
his usually stoic father
reduced to this trembling
wreck. It was like a
punch to the gut, a stark
reminder of how much had
changed.

Plankton's breaths grew
shallower, his antennae
shaking violently. The pain
was unbearable, the
sensations were too much.
Karen's arms tightened
around him. "It's ok, Plankton. 
It's just a paper cut. I know
it hurts, but it'll be
over soon." He clung to
her, his body shaking with
sobs. Chip watched,
feeling utterly helpless.

Plankton's eye
darted around, searching
for escape from the pain.
He couldn't handle it.
"Look at me," Karen
whispered. "Just lo---"
But Plankton's sobs
overwhelmed her words.
Tears streamed down
his cheeks, his antennae
quivering with the effort
of trying to find calm.

Karen's voice grew
stronger, her grip
on him firmer. "You're
safe, Plankton. It's just
a paper cut. It'll be
better soon." Chip felt his
own eyes well up, the
fear and helplessness
mirrored in his mother's
gaze.

Plankton's sobs
started to slow, his
body calming under the
steady pressure of Karen's
embrace. The pain was
still there, a pulsing
throb in his finger, but
it was more manageable now
as it slowly dwindled. "It's ok,"
she said, her voice gentle.
"We're going to get through
this, together."

Chip watched. He had never
seen his dad like this, so
overwhelmed by something so
small. But he knew now that
for Plankton, the world was
full of sensory landmines. Every
moment had to be
navigated with caution.

Plankton's grip on the
fidget toy tightened, his
breaths evening out as he
focused on the gentle pressure
Karen applied. His antennae
slowed their erratic dance.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice
still shaky. Karen's eyes
were filled with love and
determination. "It's ok,"
she said, her voice a gentle
caress. "We're all here for
you."

Slowly, Plankton leaned into
her embrace with relief. He
closed his eye. The pain was
dimming. Chip noticed his hand
slacken around the fidget
toy, his grip loosening.

Karen felt his weight shift
against her, and she knew he
was slipping into sleep.
Gently, she eased him onto
his bed, she
covered him with the
weighted blanket,
his body relaxed beneath the
comforting pressure.

Plankton's antennae
twitched once more before
stillness claimed him.
The fidget toy slipped from
his grasp, landing
silently. Karen reached out, her
fingers brushing his
cheek. "Rest now," she whispered.

new touchingcore familycore brain chip

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖬 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖠𝖫𝖫 pt. 17
(𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌)
𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ 
ᴡᴀʏ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ
ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ/ꜰᴀᴄᴛ-ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ 
ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 
ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ. 
ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ 
ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ 
ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ 
ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ.
sᥙρρort to thosᥱ ιmρᥲᥴtᥱd
ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴩᴛ- 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➸ 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑 
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ🙂ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴀʏ

Karen's eyes are filled with love
and understanding. Plankton
slowly nods, his antennae dropping.
"I'm sorry," Chip says, his voice
barely a whisper.

But Plankton's antennae shoot
up, his eye cold. "You need to go,"
he says, his voice firm. Chip's screen
flickers with hurt. "What?"
he asks, his voice shaking.
Plankton's gaze is unyielding.
"I don't want you here," he says.
"Not right now." His words are like
a dagger to Chip's heart, but
Karen's screens flicker with a
message of patience. "Dad, what
do you mea-"

But Plankton cuts him off,
his antennae rigid. "I mean it,"
he says, his voice hard. "I don't
want you here." Chip's screen
reflects confusion and pain.
He doesn't understand. "But why?"
he asks. "We're fa-"

"Don't," Plankton says, his voice
sharp. "Don't pretend to care."
His eye is cold, his antennae
quivering with anger. "You made
fun of me. You think my world
is a joke." Chip's screen flickers
with confusion and guilt. "Dad,
no," he says, his voice shaking. "That's
not what I meant." But Plankton's
not listening, his words cutting
through the air like shards of
glass. "You think you know," he says,
his voice rising. "But you don't. You
can't. You're not like me."

Karen's screens are a
swirl of emotions, her heart
aching for both her son and
her husband. "Plankton, please,"
she says, her voice a gentle
plea. But he's not listening.
He's too lost in his own
hurt, his own frustration.
"You think you can just play
along?" he says, turning to Chip.
"You think it's that easy?"
Chip's screen shows his fear
growing, his mind racing. He didn't
mean to hurt his dad, but now
he feels like he's being pushed
away. "Dad, I'm sorry," he says,
his voice barely a whisper. "I just
made a mis-"

"Mistake? Hah. The only
mistake was thinking
you could ever understand!"
Plankton's words are a harsh
reminder of their earlier
misunderstanding. Chip's screen
reflects his hurt, his eyes
filling with tears. "You think
you can just pretend?"
Plankton continues, his voice
bitter. "You think you know what
it's like to be me?" His antennae
wave wildly in accusation.

Chip's voice is barely a squeak.
"I just wanted to help, Dad,"
he says, his screen a jumble
of sadness and confusion.
"But you didn't," Plankton
says, his voice cold. "You 
hurt me. And I can't just
shake it off." Karen's screens
flicker with pain for her husband,
but she knows Plankton's anger
is a shield, a way to protect
his tender heart.

"You don't get it," Plankton
continues, his antennae jutting
forward. "You think you can
just pretend to understand?"
His words are a knife in the dark,
twisting in Chip's gut. "Dad,"
Chip says, his voice trembling.
"I'm sorry. I'll do better. I'll
learn." But Plankton's eye
narrows, his antennae waving.
"It's not about you," he says,
his voice harsh. "It's never been.
You don't get to cry victim. I can
forgive accidentally touching me
and such, but this... I can't.
I saw you mocking me. I heard you
laughing." Chip's eyes widen.
"No," he says, his voice desperate.
"I didn't mean t---"

But Plankton's not listening.
"You think because you're sorry,
everything's okay and 
make it go away? You don't
get to decide that," he says, his voice
shaking. "You don't get to tell me
how I feel. Because right now, you
don't understand a thing. You're
not a part of this. You're not
being a good son. And I don't
think I can trust you."

The words hit Chip like a wave,
his screen flashing with disbelief.
He feels like he's drowning,
his mind racing for a way to
make it right. "Dad, I'm sorry,"
he says again, his voice choked
with tears. "I'll do anything.
I'll learn, I'll change." But
Plankton's antennae droop, his
body defeated. "It's too late,"
he murmurs. "You had your
chance. But honestly, I don't think
you'll ever be the son I need."

Karen's screens pulse with pain,
seeing the rift between
them grow wider. She knows
how much Plankton values trust,
how hard it is for him to give it
once it's been shattered.

Chip's screen flickers with
desperation. "Dad, I'll be here," 
he begs, whimpering. "I'll try anyth—"

But Plankton's antennae are
rigid with finality. "No," he says,
his voice barely above a whisper.
"I now know better than to let
you in again. I hoped we'd be 
closer, but now I... I don't think
you belong in my life, Chip."

The words hang in the air,
each one heavier than the last.
Chip's screen is a whirlwind
of emotions: guilt, sadness,
fear. "Dad," he says, his voice
a broken plea. "Please, I'll do
better. I promise." But Plankton's
gaze is unyielding. "I'm letting go
Chip. We're done now. You'll never
be the son I adored again. You
failed to accept me, so I won't
accept your façade. So good
bye, Chip. I hope you find peace.."
Plankton then turns around, leaving
Karen and Chip in the living room
as he walked down the hall.
Chip's eyes are wide with shock,
his screen flickering with tears.

Karen's screens dim with sadness
as she looks at her son. "Chip,"
she says, her voice gentle. "It's not
you. It's just his way of coping."
But Chip's not listening. He's
thinking about the moments
his dad's eyes had lit up, the
times Plankton had laughed,
his antennae waving with joy.
And now, it's gone, replaced by
a coldness that scares him.

He tries to imagine what it's like
for Plankton, to live in a world
that's too loud, too bright, too
much. A world where even the
smallest touch can send him spiraling.
Where every interaction is a minefield
of misunderstandings. And he wonders
how he could have missed the signs.
How could he have hurt his father so
much without even realizing it?

new autism and all familycore chip

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱
𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 5

Chip approached tentatively,
his hand still gripping the
octopus. "Hey Dad," he said,
his voice gentle. "It's okay.
Can you say 'octopus'?"
Plankton looked up. "Oc-
-topus," he repeated, the word
coming out as a garbled mess.
Chip couldn't help but chuckle
despite the gravity of the situation.
It was strange to see his
dad, the master of words,
stumble over something so simple.

"Good job, Dad," Chip said,
his voice filled with affectionate
pride. "Again," he encouraged.
"Oc-top-us," Plankton managed,
his speech slightly clearer.
Chip nodded, a soft laugh escaping.
"That's it. The octopus wanted
us to play together. Do you want
to play?"

Plankton looked at the
stuffed octopus in Chip's hand,
his expression still foggy. "Is?"
he murmured, his eye moving
slightly. "Is."

Chip nodded, a small smile
tugging at the corners of his
mouth despite the sadness
in his heart. "Yeah, Dad. It's ok."
He held out the octopus.
"This is the octopus. He's
here to see you."

Plankton's gaze focused
on the octopus, his hand
reaching out to touch it.
"Octopus," he repeated, his
tongue struggling with the
word. "Octo...pus." More
drool pooled in the corner of
his mouth as he tried again.

Karen watched the
interaction, her heart
swelling with hope. Maybe,
just maybe, this could be a
moment of bonding for
them, a chance for Chip to
see his father in a new
light. "Keep going," she
whispered encouragingly.

Chip held out the octopus
further. "Dad, remember?"
he prompted gently. "We
talked about the octopus."
Plankton's hand grasped the
toy despite his confusion.
He stared at the tentacles,
his mind racing with a jumble
of thoughts that he couldn't
quite articulate. "Wh-wh-what?"
he stuttered, his gaze unfocused.

"It's okay," Chip assured,
his voice soothing. "You're okay."
He began to make the octopus
wave its tentacles around playfully.
"Look, he wants to be friends."

Plankton stared at the octopus
for a moment, his brain trying
to catch up to the situation.
"F-friends," he mumbled,
his mouth twitching into a smile.
He watched as the octopus's
tentacles danced in the air,
and then his own hand started
to mimic the movement.
"F-f-friends," he repeated,
his voice gaining a bit of its
usual lilt.

Chip's heart swelled with
relief. He had never seen
his father like this before,
and it was both terrifying
and endearing. He knew his
dad was still in there, trying
to come back to reality.
"That's right," he said, his
tone gentle. "We're all friends
here." He waved the octopus
again, and Plankton's hand
followed suit, the two of
them playing a silent game
of copycat.

Karen watched, her
eyes misty with tears. It was
both heartbreaking and
oddly sweet to see her husband
like this, vulnerable and child-
like in his confusion. But she
knew they needed to keep
the conversation simple
for Plankton's sake. "Chip,
ask him about the bear,"
she suggested, her voice
barely above a whisper.

Chip nodded, turning his
attention back to the bear.
"Dad, remember the bear?"
he asked, his voice gentle.
Plankton's gaze flickered to
the plush animal in his hand.
"Be-be-be-" he started, his
tongue tripping over the word.
Chip waited patiently, giving
his dad the space he needed
to find his voice. "Bear,"
Plankton finally managed, his
expression lighting up. "Good bear."

Karen's heart swelled at
the sight of the two of
them playing, her son's
innocence and her husband's
vulnerability a stark contrast.
Plankton's hand movements grew
more animated, his speech still
slurred but gaining clarity. "Bear...good,"
he said again, giggling. "Bear
making octo happy."

Chip couldn't help but laugh
at the nonsensical words. "Yeah,
Dad, the bear's making everyone
happy." He watched as Plankton's
hands danced with the octopus's
tentacles, the bear bobbing up and
down in the air. It was a sight
that would have been comical
under different circumstances, and
Karen knew Plankton would normally
feel humiliated at his inability to
speak coherently. But in that moment,
his confusion seemed almost endearing.

"Bear, octo, happy," Plankton
repeated, his words slurring
together into a loop. It was
like listening to a broken record,
his brain stuck on the same phrase.
Karen bit her lip, trying not to
smile at the absurdity of it all.
"Good, Plankton," she said, her voice
soft. "Keep playing with the bear."

Chip's eyes were glued to
his father, a mix of fascination
and concern. He had never seen
Plankton so out of sorts, his usual
sharp wit replaced by babbling
nonsense. "Look, Dad," he said,
his tone gentle. "The octopus is
dancing with the bear."

Plankton's eye lit up with a
childlike wonder as he watched
the two stuffed animals interact.
He giggled, a sound that was
both sweet and slightly eerie
coming from his normally serious
demeanor. "Dance," he mumbled,
his hand moving the bear in a
clumsy imitation of the octopus's
wavy tentacles. "Dance, bear."

The scene was almost comical,
like a surreal play performed
by a pair of silent puppets.
Karen and Chip exchanged
glances, their smiles tinged
with sadness. They knew this
wasn't the Plankton they were used
to, but they couldn't help but
be drawn into his bizarre world
of confusion and simple joy.

"Octo, bear, friends," Plankton
repeated, his voice gaining
slightly in clarity. His hands
worked in unison, the octopus
and bear engaged in a silent,
stuffed dance of sorts. Karen
notices his gaze sharpening a
bit and knew Plankton will
soon be himself again.

"Good," she murmured, her eyes
never leaving her husband's
face. "Keep playing, sweetie."
Her voice was soft.

Plankton nodded, his
hands moving more freely now,
his speech slowly becoming
less slurred. "Octo...bear,"
he said, his eye darting between
his octopus and bear.

new bearcore familycore come together

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱
𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 13

The quiet was
interrupted by a knock
on the door. It was
Hanna, Karen's newest 
friend, who didn't know
about their situation.

"I brought over sudoku
for you Karen," she
chirped, her eyes 
widening as she took
in Plankton's swollen 
face. "Oh my Neptune;
what happened?"

Karen chuckled, 
leading Hanna into
the living room. "It's
my husband," she whispered.
"He had his wisdom teeth out."

Hanna's gaze fell to Plankton,
still sprawled on the couch.
Her eyes went wide at the
sight of his puffy mouth
and dazed expression.
"Oh, the poor dear," she
mumbled, her voice filled
with concern.

Karen nodded. "It's okay,
he's just a bit loopy from
the anesthesia," she
explained, her tone light.
"And meet our son Chip,
and my gal pal Sandy.."

Hanna's eyes darted
to Sandy, then to Chip,
then back to Plankton.
"Hi," Chip mumbled,
his voice shy. Sandy
offered a small wave
from her chair. Hanna
smiled warmly. "Hi there,"
she said, her eyes still
on Plankton. "My house
is being repaired and I
need a place to stay.."
Karen nodded.
"Of course, you can stay
here," she said. "You and
Sandy can share the guest
bedroom."

Hanna's eyes widened. "But...
what about him?" she
whispered, pointing at
Plankton. Karen chuckled.
"Don't worry," she said. "He'll
be out for a few more
hours. Just keep it down, ok?"
She didn't wanna tell Hanna 
about his autism without
his consent.

Hanna nodded, her curiosity
piqued. "I'll be quiet as a
clam," she promised.

Karen turned back to
Plankton, her gaze filled
with love. "Honey," she said,
her voice gentle. "We have
a guest. Hanna's going to stay
with us for a bit." Plankton's
eye opened slightly.

"Wha... who?" he slurred,
his voice still thick. "It's...
it's okay," Karen soothed.
"It's just Ha—"

But Plankton's eye
closes again, cutting
off her introduction.
"Mmh," he mumbled, his
head lolling to the side.
Clearly, the anesthesia
was still in full effect.
Hanna looked from
Karen to Plankton, her
confusion clear. "Is he ok?"
she asked, her voice
a mix of concern and
curiosity. Karen nodded.
"He's fine," she said. "Just
tired."

With a gentle nudge,
Karen coaxed Plankton to sit
up, his body moving sluggishly.
"Bedtime, sweetie," she said,
keeping her voice low and
soothing. Plankton's eye
flickered open, and he
looked at her with a sleepy
gaze. "Bet?"

He stumbled to his
feet, leaning heavily on
Karen's arm. "M'fine," he
mumbled, his steps wobbly.
Sandy watched with a soft
smile, her heart warmed by
the tender scene. Chip looked
up from his spot on the floor,
his curiosity piqued by his
father's unusual behavior.

They made their way to
the bedroom, Plankton's steps
slow and deliberate as
his body fought against
the anesthesia's lingering
grip. Karen helped him into
his bed. As she pulled the
covers up to his chin,
his eye fluttered open.
"I... I wuv youw," he
whispered, his voice still
slurred. Karen's eyes filled
with warmth. "I love you too,"
she said, kissing his forehead.

With a gentle touch,
she began to remove the
gauze from his mouth. His
eye widened slightly, and he
made a small protesting sound.
"Shh, it's okay," she murmured.
The gauze came away with
ease, revealing the
stitches. Plankton's mouth
was still slightly swollen,
but the bleeding had stopped.
Sandy watched from the
doorway, her smile warm. "We'll
talk more tomorrow, okay?"
Plankton nodded, his gaze
drooping. "M'kay," he mumbled.

Karen tucked him in,
his body already starting
to relax into sleep. As
she turned off the light, she
couldn't help but feel a
sense of peace wash over
her. Despite the day's
events, Plankton had
managed to show them all
his true colors, his love
and affection shining
through the fog of pain and
medication.

The next morning, any
anesthesia in Plankton's
body was gone. He woke up,
his hand flying to his mouth.
"Oww," he whined, his
mouth hurting and sore.
Karen greets him. "Good
morning, darling," she said
softly. "How do you
feel?" Plankton's
face scrunched up as he
tried to recall. "Right, I had
my wisdom teeth out," he said,
his speech no longer slurred.

He sat up slowly,
his hands gently touching the
swollen cheeks. "It's okay,"
Karen said. "It's normal
to feel discomfort after
surgery." Plankton nodded,
his mind racing as he
remembered the previous
night's events.

"What happened last
night?" he asked, his voice
still thick with sleep. Karen
smiled, handing him a cup
of water. "You had a bit
of an adventure," she said.
"But we'll tell you all about
it later." She helped him
sip the water. "What all do
you remember, Plankton?"

He furrowed his brow,
his thoughts jumbled. "I
remember... I remember
going and... the mask," he
mumbled, his cheeks
flushing slightly. "I next
woke up..." His voice
trailed off, his gaze
darting around the room.
"I was helped to the car. I
believe that's all."

new hannacore familycore come together

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱
𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 14

Karen had decided to keep
his post-surgery nonsense
revelations to themselves
for now, not wanting to
overwhelm him with too
much information at once.

Chip and Sandy entered
the room, their eyes
filled with concern.
"Morning, Dad," Chip said,
his voice tentative.

Plankton looked up at
his son, then at Sandy.
"You both... you were...
there?" he asked, his voice
still groggy. Sandy nodded,
a gentle smile on her face.
"You had a good night,"
she assured him.

Chip sat on the edge of
the bed, his curiosity
getting the better of him.
"What do you mean?" Plankton
asked, his gaze shifting from
one to the other.

Sandy cleared her throat.
"You were a bit... out of it,"
she began. "You said some
things that were... well,
not quite like you." Plankton's
eye narrowed slightly, his
memory foggy. "What kind of
things?"

Karen and Sandy exchanged
a look, a silent conversation
passing between them. "You
were just loopy," Karen said
gently. "You know, from the
medicine." Plankton nodded,
his curiosity still piqued.
"Like what?" "Well," Chip began, 
"you called me your best son." 
Plankton's eye went wide. "What?"
he exclaimed, his voice
sharp. "I said that?"

Karen nodded with a soft
smile. "You did, Plankton."
Plankton's face grew red
with embarrassment. "Oh,
Neptune," he mumbled, his
hand flying to his mouth.

Sandy stepped forward.
"You don't need to be
embarrassed, Plankton," she
said gently. "It's just
how the anesthesia affected
you." Plankton took a
deep breath, his mind racing.
"I... I remember feeling relieved
to be ok..."

Chip leaned in, his voice
filled with wonder. "Dad,
you were like a different
person. You were so..."
Plankton's face grew redder,
his discomfort palpable. "Chip,
I don't know what you're
talking about," he said, his voice
sharp. "Please, just... just
give me some space."

Karen stepped in, her voice
soothing. "It's okay, Plankton.
The anesthesia can make people
say things they don't mean."
But Chip was insistent, his
eyes wide with curiosity.
"But Dad, you said you love
me," he pressed, his voice
innocent and hopeful. Plankton
swallowed hard, his heart
pounding in his chest, when
Hanna came in.

"Oh, Plankton, you're
finally awake!" she said,
cheerfully. He looked at
her, his expression
blank. "You don't remember?"
she asked, her voice filled
with concern. "Remember what?"
he mumbled, his head
throbbing with confusion. "Who
is SHE?"

Karen stepped in, placing
a calming hand on his
shoulder. "It's okay, Plankton,"
she said gently. "You had
some medicine that made
you a bit loopy. This is Hanna,
my friend. She's staying here
while her house gets repairs."
Plankton's gaze went to
Hanna. "Friend?" he
repeated, his voice still
thicker than usual. Hanna
smiled warmly. "Hi there,
Plankton! I'm so sorry to
see you feeling poorly.."

Her cheerfulness was met
with Plankton's skepticism.
He'd never met her before,
and his autistic mind was
still trying to piece
together the events of
the previous evening. His
eye narrowed slightly as
he took her in, his usual
caution in full force. "I...
I don't know you," he said.
Hanna's smile didn't waver.
"But your wife Karen is one
of my best friends!"

Karen stepped in,
seeing the uncertainty in
Plankton's gaze. "Remember
Hanna, sweetie?" she asked,
her voice gentle. Plankton
frowned, his mind racing to
recall any details. "I don't..."
he trailed off, his voice
filled with confusion.
Hanna approached the
bed, her movements slow and
careful not to startle him.
"It's okay. I'm a friend of
Karen's." She held out a
hand. "Would you li—"

But Plankton recoiled, his
body tensing. "Don't touch
me," he snapped, his voice
sharp with frustration. Hanna's
hand hovered in the air,
before retreating. "I'm sorry,
I didn't mean—"

"It's fine," Karen said,
cutting her off. She knew
how overwhelming the world
could be for Plankton, and
this was clearly pushing his
limits. She and Sandy shared
a knowing look. Plankton's
autism often made social
situations challenging, and
his sensory processing was
particularly sensitive as he
recovers from oral surgery.

"Daddy, it's okay," Chip
whispered, placing a tentative
hand on Plankton's shoulder.
The touch was unwelcome, and
Plankton's eye darted to
his son's, his frustration
mounting.

"Don't touch me!" he
shouted, pushing Chip's hand away.
The sudden movement sent a
shockwave of pain through his jaw.
He whimpered as he leaned back.

Sandy saw the flash of anger
in Plankton's eye. "Chip, give
your dad some space," she
suggested calmly. Chip's eyes
widened, and he took a step
back, his face a mask of
hurt. Karen's heart ached.
Hanna looked shocked, her
hands clutching her sudoku
book to her chest. "Plankton,"
she began, her voice shaking.

"I said don't touch me!"
Plankton yelled again, his
voice echoing through the
small room. His body was
wracked with pain and
frustration, and the sudden
influx of people and stimuli
was too much to handle.

Hanna took a deep 
breath and stepped
forward, her movements slow
and deliberate. "Plankton,
it's okay," she said calmly.
"It's okay, ju—"

"NO!" Plankton's 
voice boomed through
the room, his body
shaking with anger. "I don't
want anyone touching me!"

Karen stepped closer, her
voice soothing. "Plankton,
it's okay. You're just in
pain. Remember?" she
asked, her hand reaching for
a plush toy. Plankton
swiped it away, his fury
building. "No, I don't
want that!"

His eye darted around
the room, his breaths
quick and shallow. The
pain from his surgery
was now secondary to the
storm of emotions inside
his mind. He was a creature
of routine and predictability,
and the sudden influx
of new faces and sensations
was more than he could bear.

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part 15

"I said NO!" Plankton's
voice boomed again, his
tiny fists clenched tightly
by his side. His body was
a coil of tension, his usual
calculating gaze replaced
by one of pure, unbridled
rage. Karen stepped back,
her heart racing. She'd
seen this side of him before,
yet it was always a shock.

Plankton's chest heaved
with heavy breaths, his
face a mask of pain and
fury. Karen knew that
his anger was a defense
mechanism, a way to cope
with the overwhelming
sensory overload. She took
a tentative step closer, her
hands up in a non-threatening
motion. "No, no, no,"
he muttered, shaking his
head. "I don't like it. I
don't like it when they
touch me." His voice
was a mix of anger and fear.

Sandy stepped in, her
voice calm and soothing.
"It's okay, Plankton. We're
just trying to help." She
offered a gentle smile, her
hands open and palms
facing him. "Let's al-"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"
Plankton's scream pierced the
silence, sending a shiver
down Sandy's spine. His tiny
body was a whirlwind of
anger, his eye wild with
fear. Karen stepped back,
knowing that pushing him
now would only make things
worse. Chip looked at his
father, his eyes wide with
fright. He'd never seen
his father like this.

Hanna, however, thought
he needed more than just space.
Her instincts told her to
comfort him, to show him that
he wasn't alone. She took
a step closer, her hand
reaching out again. "Plankton,"
she said softly, her eyes
filled with understanding.
But her gentle touch was met with
a sudden jerk, as Plankton
swiped her hand away 
with a snarl. "No!" he
shouted, his body stiffening
against the bed. "I said no!"

Karen's heart ached as
she watched her husband's
breakdown unfold. She knew
his autism made him
particularly sensitive to
touch, especially when he
was in pain or overwhelmed.

Hanna, though well-meaning,
was unaware of this and
her persistent affection was
only exacerbating his distress.

"Back off!" Plankton roared,
his body arching. Hanna
froze, her hand in mid-air.
"I'm sorry, Plankton," she
stammered, her eyes wide
with shock. She'd never seen
anyone react so violently to
kindness before, Plankton's eye
darting around the room.
"I don't like it," he murmured,
his voice a mix of anger
and fear. "I don't like it.."

"But... but Plankton,"
Hanna protested, her voice
quavering. "You're hurt, I
just want to help." Plankton's
body stilled, his eye
flickering with a mix of
emotions. "I don't like it,"
he repeated, his voice low.

"It's okay," Karen said,
keeping her voice calm.
Chip nodded, his
eyes still wide with
concern, but he backed
away. Sandy took a step
back too, her expression
a mix of surprise and
understanding. Only Hanna
remained, her hand hovering
in the air, her brows furrowed
with confusion.

"Plankton," she began,
her voice trembling slightly.
"I just want to make sure
you're okay."

His eye darted to her,
his anger flaring anew. "I'm
fine," he snarled, his voice
harsh. "Just... leave me
al-"

"But Plankton," Hanna
protested, her voice filled
with concern. "You're acting
so problematic." She doesn't
understand the depth of his
condition, and the next word
slips out before she could catch it.
"You're being so... ret-"

The word hung in the air, a
sharp knife cutting through
the tension. Plankton's
body stiffened, his eye
flaring with a mix of anger
and pain. His heart
skipped a beat, a cruel reminder
of the slur that had caused
so much pain in the past.
"Get out," he said, his voice
barely above a whisper. "Get
out, now."

Hanna looked at him, her
expression a mix of shock and
pity. "But Plankton, we all know
you are!" She stated. "You need 
to understand that your
behavior is unacceptable.
Do you think Karen herself would
have married you if she knew
you were...? You know you are, 
Plankton. It's just a fact."

Plankton felt tears well up
in his eye. "Hanna, that's
enough!" he snapped. But Hanna
was on a roll, her voice growing
louder with each word.

"You're just a burden,
always needing special
treatment," she said, her voice
harsh. "That's not fair, Hanna,"
he said, his voice firm. "And if
Karen heard yo-"

"Oh, please," Hanna sneered.
"Your poor wife has to deal
with this every day. She
deserves better." Plankton's
eye narrowed, his anger
building. "You don't know
anything about what Karen
and I have," he said, his voice
shaking. "Karen won't be hap–"

"Karen is a saint, Plankton,"
Hanna interrupted, her voice
dripping with condescension.
"Putting up with your
little... quirks. And Karen
won't tell you the truth, but
I will. You're a re--- and she
knows it. She's too nice to
say it, but we all know. Karen
doesn't actually love someone
like you, Plankton." She said, her
voice cold and sharp. "You want
people to feel sorry for you,
but even Karen believes that deep
down. Why else would she
have picked someone like me
over you?  So go ahead, have 
your little tantrum; no one cares."

With that, Hanna turned
and left, the door slamming
behind her. Was it true? He took
a deep, shaky breath and
closed his eye, willing the tears
away. When he opened it
again, his gaze fell on the
plush toy Karen had left on
his bedside table. He picked
it up, his thumb rubbing the
soft fabric absently. Did Karen
see him as only something to be
just pitied, rather than loved?
To hear it from someone
so close to Karen was like
being stabbed in the heart. He
curled into a ball.

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Plankton's 
body finally 
stilled, his breathing 
evening out. The room 
was now quiet, the only 
sounds their combined 
exhales and the distant 
hum of the house. Karen 
could feel the weight 
of his fear slowly 
lifting, his body 
becoming less rigid 
under her touch.

"Gentler," he 
murmured, his 
eye looking up 
at her.

Karen's hand 
trembled slightly 
as she brushed 
his antennae, 
trying to give him 
comfort. "We're going 
to get through this," 
she promised, her 
voice firm.

Plankton's antennae 
twitched in response, 
his gaze searching 
hers. "Together?"

Karen nodded, 
a warm smile spreading 
across her screen. "Together, 
Plankton. We're a 
family."

Plankton's antennae 
quivered with 
relief, his body 
slumping into the 
pillows. "Together," 
he echoed, his voice 
weak but steady.

Karen felt a 
weight lift. "Yes, 
together," she said.

They sat in silence 
for a moment, the 
tension in the 
room slowly dissipating. 
Plankton's antennae 
twitched, and he 
reached out to 
grasp her hand, and
Karen squeezed back.

"Karen," he 
murmured, 
his voice still 
weak from 
his meltdown. 
"Thank you."

Karen's eyes 
watered as she 
squeezed his hand 
back. "Always," she 
whispered. The room 
was still, the only 
sounds the soft 
sighs of relief 
from both of them.

Plankton's antennae 
slowly relaxed, 
his grip on her hand 
loosening. "Tired,"
he murmured, his eye 
half-closed.

Karen nodded, 
wiping her own tears 
away. "Why don't we 
get some rest?" she 
suggested, her voice 
still a whisper. She 
helped him lay down 
properly, adjusting 
his pillows and 
covering him with 
the blanket.

Plankton's antennae 
nodded slightly. "Rest,"
he murmured, his voice 
fading. Karen sat 
beside him, her hand 
still in his, watching 
his chest rise and 
fall with each 
breath. She felt his 
grip tighten briefly, 
a silent plea for her 
not to leave.

As the minutes 
ticked by, the 
tension in the room 
began to unravel. The 
steady rhythm of his 
breaths grew deeper, 
his body relaxing into 
the embrace of the 
soft mattress.

Plankton's antennae 
twitched one last 
time before going 
still, and Karen heard 
the telltale rumble 
of his snores. They 
were faint, almost 
imperceptible. It was 
the sound of his 
body letting go of 
the fear and anger, 
surrendering to sleep.

With a sigh of 
relief, she gently 
released his hand, 
placing it by his side. 
Her heart ached as 
she took in the sight 
of him, so small 
and vulnerable. This 
was their new 
normal, and she had 
to be strong for both 
of them.

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He hurt me, I sob

He hurt̸ me, I tell them sobbing.

He sliced me here. I gesture to my bleeding thigh, hands shaking uncontrollably. And then! My voice shrills, I can’t breαthe. He murdered my daughter! My baby girl!

I collapse onto the floor, legs unable to support weıght any longer. I curl into a ball, as tiny as possible. A shaking mess of grief and horror.

He k-lled her!

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8 hr. ago
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The Family Secret

The red-headed girl in the summer dress stepped into the old man’s room. When he didn’t acknowledge her presence, she cleared her throat.

The man looked up from the puzzle he was building, gasping and clutching his chest when he saw the child, “Autumn?” he whispered, “Is that really you?”

“Hello, Grandpa,” Autumn smiled.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

Autumn crossed the room until she was standing in front of her grandfather.

“I’m here because I need your help,” she replied.

The grandfather stared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to his puzzle.

“There’s nothing I can do to help you,” he said.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Autumn snapped at him.

“Please go,” he whined, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I’ve got nowhere else to go,” Autumn said, “That’s why I need your help.”

The grandfather ignored her, reaching a remote on the table next to his puzzle. Once it was in his hand, he pressed the large button to call the nurse.

A minute later, one of the nurses walked into the room.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Sinclair?” the nurse asked.

“I would like her to leave,” he pointed at Autumn.

“You’d like who to leave?” the nurse looked around the room, “There’s nobody in here but you.”

“You know she can’t see me,” Autumn said, “Only you can because you know what happened to me.”

“No,” her grandfather shook his head, “No, I don’t.”

“Are you okay, Mr. Sinclair?” the nurse asked, “Should I call your son?”

“No,” he snapped, “Don’t call him. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he insisted, “You can go.”

“Okay,” the nurse turned and left the room.

Autumn stood there, staring at her grandfather.

“Stare all you like,” he said, continuing to work on his puzzle, “I can’t help you.

In a rage, Autumn swept the half-finished puzzle off the table.

“If you ever want to see Grandma again, you’ll do the right thing and help me,” she spat the words out.

Tears started to fall from his eyes.

Seeing his resistance starting to crack, Autumn continued.

“You’ll never get to if you don’t tell someone what happened to me.”

“But I didn’t have anything to do with it,” her grandfather insisted, “Your father is the one who needs to confess, not me.”

“What did my father do to me?” Autumn whispered.

Her grandfather poured his heart out, telling her everything that happened to her.

“I’m sorry,” were the last words he said.

“That’s all we wanted to hear,” the girl pretending to be Autumn reached up and pulled the wig off her head.

A moment later the nurse walked back into the room, but she wasn’t really a nurse. When she returned to the room, she had a police badge hanging around her neck.

“That was an Oscar-worthy performance,” she said, putting her arms around the girl’s shoulders and leading her into the hall.

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part 10

Karen felt his grip
on her hand loosen,
his body relaxing
completely as his
eye finally closed. She
watched as Nurse Cherry
and Dr. McTentacles
exchanged nods of
confirmation. Plankton
was asleep. So they put
the IV in as they remove
the mask. The mask 
had now been replaced
by the clear plastic IV tube,
snaking into his arm,
keeping him asleep
and pain-free.

Karen watched the surgical
instruments glint in the
bright lights, watching
his mouth open wide,
his face slack and
unaware of the
invasion happening.

The nurse had
explained that he'd
wake up disoriented or
loopy, so Karen held onto
his hand. She watched as
Dr. McTentacles' tentacles
moved with precision,
his beak working in sync
with the tools to pull
the wisdom teeth out.

Karen's gaze was
locked on her husband's
face. Plankton remained
still, the only indication
that he was alive being
the soft snores that
escaped his open mouth.

The surgery was quick,
Dr. McTentacles working
efficiently. Karen felt a
mix of fear and admiration
as she watched the tentacles
dance around Plankton's
mouth, pulling and poking
with a grace that seemed
almost inhuman. The teeth
were out in no time, and
the nurse handed them to
the doctor in a trash bin
before removing the IV.

Nurse Cherry then
moved to stitch him up.
"Dissolving sutures," she
said, producing a tiny bottle
and a needle. "They're
designed to dissolve over
time, reducing the need
for a follow-up appointment."

Karen nodded, her gaze
fixed on the nurse's hands as
she began the meticulous
task of sealing Plankton's
gums. The stitches looked like
tiny threads of spun sugar,
disappearing as they were
woven into the fabric of
his mouth. Each stitch was
placed with the utmost care,
as if Nurse Cherry was crafting
a delicate piece of art.

As the surgery concluded,
Karen felt the weight of
anxiety lift slightly.
Plankton's breathing remained
steady, his snores growing
softer. She watched as
Dr. McTentacles' tentacles
retracted, the surgical tools
placed back into their
respective trays with a
satisfying clink.

The nurse, with a gentle
smile, began to pack
Plankton's mouth with
gauze. It looked so foreign,
those stark white
cotton squares, nestled
against the redness of
his gums. Karen felt a
swell of protectiveness
as she watched them
carefully tuck each one
into place.

When Plankton started to
drool in his sleep, a
tiny line of saliva
snaking down his chin,
Karen couldn't help but
smile despite the gravity
of the situation.

The sight of him so
defenseless and at peace,
contrasted sharply with
his usual hyperactive
self, brought a tenderness
to her heart. She reached
over with a soft cloth
and gently wiped it away.

The surgery had gone well,
better than she had
dared hope for. But
now came the next part-
recovery.

Nurse Cherry had warned
her that Plankton might
have some funny reactions
to the anesthesia. "It can
affect people differently,"
she'd said, her voice gentle.
"Some get a bit... loopy."

Now, as Plankton's
snores grew quieter and
his breathing evened out,
Karen couldn't help but
wonder what the nurse
meant by "loopy." Would he
wake up babbling nonsense,
or maybe think he could fly?

"Don't worry," the nurse
whispered to Karen as she
cleaned up the surgical area.
"It's normal. The anesthesia
can make people say and
do some pretty strange
things. Just remember
it's not him, it's the drugs."

The nurse then let 
Sandy in. "Chip's
still in the waiting
room." Sandy went
over by Karen.

Sandy's eyes searched
Plankton's sleeping face,
his features relaxed in
a way she'd never
seen before. He looked
almost... peaceful.
"What happens now?"
she asked Karen, her voice
hushed. Karen's gaze never left
his face. "We wait for
him to wake up," she said. So
Sandy simply held Karen's other
hand, offering silent support.

Plankton's mouth was
swollen as he
slowly roused from his
drug-induced slumber.
His eye fluttered open,
his pupil dilated and
unfocused. "Wahh... wh-wha
was’at?" he slurred.

Karen chuckled,
relief washing over her.
"It's okay, dear," she said,
her voice soft. "You had
your wisdom teeth out." 

Plankton's eye widened,
his mind a foggy haze.
"Teethies?" he mumbled.
He reached a tentative
hand to his mouth.
"Don't touch," Karen said,
smiling. She knew the feeling
of confusion was part
of the anesthesia's charm.

"M'head's allll... swimmy,"
he murmured, his speech
slurred from the surgery
and numbness.

"It's okay," Karen assured,
her voice soothing. "You're
just waking up from
your nap. Remember?"
Sandy watched as Plankton
blinked several times, his
eye struggling to focus.
"Yeah, the... the tish,"
he said slowly, his voice
still thick.

Karen nodded. "That's right.
Now, let's get you sitting
up," she said, gently
helping him upright.

As Plankton's vision cleared,
he looked around the room,
his gaze finally landing on
Sandy. His face twisted with
confusion before he spoke.
"Ishii?"

Sandy's expression was a mix
of concern and curiosity.
"Hi, Plankton," she said, her
voice tentative. She didn't
know what to expect from
his post-surgery state.
Plankton squinted at her,
his eye unfocused. "You...
youw heaw?" he asked, his
voice still slurred.

"Yes," Sandy said, her
smile gentle. "It's me, Sandy."
Plankton's gaze searched
her face, then seemed to
clear a bit. "Oh," he said,
still groggy.

The nurse returned with
instructions for his recovery.
"Keep the gauze in for an hour,
then remove it. We put extra
of the dissolving stitches in
due to his history of spasms.
Take it easy today. Plankton
can nap, and just soft
foods." Karen nodded.

Plankton, still a bit
out of it, giggled to himself.
"Soft food," he murmured, his
eye still unfocused. "Nurse,
didst you shay... jelly?"
Karen and Sandy couldn't help
but chuckle at his slurred
speech. Nurse Cherry nodded,
smiling. "Yes, jelly is perfect,"
she said.

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part 16

Plankton then heard Karen
come in. "Hey; I'm just
checking on you," she
said gently, not aware
that Hanna bullied him,
unaware of what's said.

Plankton's throat tightened.
"I'm fine," he murmured. Karen's
eyes searched his face, looking
for the truth. "You don't have
to lie to me, sweetie," she
said softly. "Is everything okay?
You know I'm here for you.."

But Hanna's words echoed in
his head, a toxic whisper that
threatened to shatter the
fragile bond he had with
his wife. "Just tired," he
managed to say, his voice
small. Karen nodded, her
expression filled with
concern. "Okay," she said.
"But if you wanna ta—"

"I'm fine," Plankton said,
his voice harsher than
intended. Karen's smile
faltered. The weight of 
Hanna's words was too 
heavy for him to ignore,
his thoughts a jumble of
anger and hurt. He pushed
the plush toy away, the
softness now a painful
reminder of the care he wasn't
sure he truly deserved.

Karen noticed the change in
his tone and stepped closer.
"Plankton, what happened?"
she asked, her voice filled
with worry. "Was it something
I said?" Plankton's eye
flickered to hers, his anger
replaced by sadness. "No,
Karen," he said, his voice
smaller than usual. "It was
just... just forget it." Karen
knew Plankton's autism
made him sensitive to certain
words and tones, but she
couldn't pinpoint what had
triggered him.

The room was quiet, the
tension thick. Karen sat down
on the bed, her hand
reaching for his. "Plank-"

He jerked away, his voice
sharp. "Don't," he said.
Karen's heart sank. "What's
wrong?" she asked, her voice
trembling with concern. She
didn't know what Hanna said.

Plankton looked away, his
eye brimming with unshed
tears. "It's... it's nothing,"
he murmured. But the hurt
in his voice was unmistakable.

Karen's heart broke.
"Plankton," she said, her voice
soft. "You can tell me anything.
I'm here for you." But Plankton
wasn't so sure, not after Hanna
gaslit him.

He swallowed hard, the
pain in his chest a dull ache.
"It's just... it's nothing," he
repeated, his voice a whisper.
But the hurt was evident,
his body language screaming
his internal turmoil.

Karen's heart raced, her mind
whirring as she tried to
understand what had changed.
Her hand hovered in the
air, unsure if it was safe to
touch him again. "Was it
something someone said to you?"
she ventured, her voice tentative.

Plankton's gaze remained
fixed on the wall, his
body tense. He took a
deep breath, the anger
still simmering just
beneath the surface. "It's Hanna,"
he finally said, his voice
barely above a murmur. "What
about Hanna?" Karen asked,
her eyes searching his.

"She said... she said that
you only married me out
of pity," Plankton whispered,
his voice trembling. Karen's
face fell, her heart heavy
with disbelief. "What?" she
exclaimed, her hand flying to
her mouth. "That's not true,"
she said firmly. "I love you,
Plankton. You know tha-"
But Plankton was lost in
his own thoughts, the pain
of Hanna's accusation
cutting deep. "And that...
that you deserve someone
better," he added, his voice
small. Karen's eyes filled
with anger. How could her
friend say such a thing?

"Plankton," she said, her voice
steady. "Look at me." His gaze
met hers, his eye red-rimmed
and full of doubt. "I
chose to marry you because
you're the most amazing
person I've ever met. Your
autism is part of who you
are, and I love all of you.
You're not a burden to me,
you're a blessing. Hanna was
out of line, and I'll talk
to her about it."

But Plankton couldn't
shake off the hurt. He knew
Karen meant well, but the
seeds of doubt Hanna had
sown grew in the fertile
soil of his insecurity. "I
know you're just trying to
make me feel better," he
mumbled, his gaze still
on the wall. "But it's true,
isn't it? Why else would 
Hanna tell me that you've
been hiding how much better
off you could be without me?"

Karen felt her blood boil.
"What did she say to you?"
she demanded, her voice tight.
Plankton flinched, and she
forced herself to take a deep
breath. "It's okay," she said
gently. "You can tell me."
He took another deep
breath, the plush toy
squeezed tightly in his
hand. "She said that I'm uh, that
same slur Chip used, and
that you're just too nice to 
leave me. She told me how
you deserve better, how no one
could truly love someone like
me." His voice broke, the pain
in his words like a knife to
her heart. "I'm sorry, Karen. I
just never knew you felt that wa-"

But Karen was already
on her feet, her eyes flashing.
"That's it," she said, her voice
cold. "I'm going to talk to
Hanna right now." Plankton
tried to sit up, his hand reaching
out to her. "Karen, no-"

"I can't believe she said that,"
Karen fumed, her hands
shaking with anger. "I'll
set her straight."
Her mind raced with what
Hanna could have possibly
told Plankton to make him feel
so small and unloved. She knew
his autism made him vulnerable
to misunderstanding, but this
was beyond the pale.

Her heart ached for her
husband, who had been
through so much already.
Plankton was already
so sensitive to the way
others perceived him, and
Hanna's words had only
served to amplify his fears.

new hannacore karencore come together

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱
𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 17

Karen stepped into
the hallway, her eyes
scanning for Hanna. She
found her in the kitchen,
still clutching her Sudoku
book, looking lost and
confused. "What did you say
to Plankton?" Karen demanded,
her voice firm but
controlled. Hanna's gaze
snapped up, her eyes wide
with surprise. "What do you mean?"
she asked, her voice
trembling.

"What did you say to him
that made him so upset?"
Karen's words were measured,
but her anger was palpable.
Hanna's cheeks flushed. "I just
tried to help," she protested.
"He was in pain and—"
"What. Did. You. Say?"
Karen's voice was like ice,
her eyes boring into Hanna.
The room felt smaller,
the air heavier with tension.

"Well," Hanna began, her
throat dry. "I just pointed out
that you could do so much
better than someone like
Plankton. I mean, you're so
kind and patient, and he's..." The slur
slipped from her mouth, echoing
the one Chip had used
so carelessly before.

The air in the room grew
heavy with tension. Karen's
face contorted with rage,
her hands balled into fists
at her sides. "How dare you?"
she spat. "How dare you speak
to him like that?"

Hanna's eyes widened,
seeing the fury in Karen's
expression. "It's just the
truth," she stuttered. "You know
it's true. You're too good
for him. Everyone knows it. I
wanted him to realize that."

Karen's voice was low and
dangerous. "You will never
speak to him like that again,"
she said, each word enunciated
carefully. "Do you understand?"
Hanna took a step back,
intimidated by the fire in
Karen's eyes. "But... but he's-"

"Plankton is my husband,"
Karen interrupted, her voice
sharp. "And he's the most
important person in my life.
If you can't accept him..."
Karen sighed. "When Plankton
was born," she began, her tone
softening. "He was a perfectly
normal baby, but there was a...
complication. During delivery,
his head got stuck. It... it caused
his brain to be deprived of
oxygen and blood flow for a
few moments too long. The
pressure was too much." She
swallowed hard, fighting
back tears. "That's what led
to this condition, not a choice he
made. And I wouldn't trade him
for anyone else in the world. It's
not anything that could've been
controlled, but that childbirth
resulted in my husband's
disability, which is autism."

Hanna's eyes grew wide
with shock, her hand flying
to her mouth. "Oh my Neptune,
I had no idea," she whispered. 
"I didn't realize he actually
had a condition." Her voice
was barely audible, the weight
of her ignorance heavy in the air.
Karen's eyes searched Hanna's
face. "Yes, and so what you said
was incredibly hurtful."

Hanna's eyes filled with
remorse, her shoulders
slumping. "I'm so sorry,"
she murmured, her eyes
brimming with tears. "I
never meant to... I just
thought I was being honest."
Her voice cracked with
the realization.

Karen's anger dissipated a bit,
replaced by a deep sadness.
"Honesty without empathy
can be cruel," she said
softly. "But now that you know,
you can do better." Hanna
nodded, her gaze downcast.
"I'll apologize," she whispered.

But Karen was already
thinking of Plankton, alone
in his room, feeling like
a burden. She turned and
walked back to the bedroom,
her heart heavy with the weight
of the conversation.

When she entered, Plankton
was exactly as she'd left him:
curled up, staring at the wall.

"Hey," Karen said gently, sitting
down beside him. "I talked
to Hanna." He didn't respond.
"She's sorry," Karen continued.

Plankton's eye flicked to hers,
his expression unreadable.
"It doesn't matter," he said,
his voice hollow. "We know it's
true." The doubt in his voice
was a knife in Karen's heart.

"No, it's not," she said fiercely.
"I love you, Plankton. You are
not a burden. You are a
miracle, a beautiful, wonderful
person, and I am so lucky to
have you in my life." She took
his hand, her grip firm and
reassuring. "Don't let anyone
tell you otherwise, okay?"
Plankton's eye searched hers,
his doubt battling with the
love he saw there. "But she's..."

"Hanna is wrong," Karen
interrupted. "You're not
anything like what she said.
You're smart and funny
and sassy and... perfect.
Perfect for me." She leaned in
closer, her voice a gentle
whisper. "You're everything
I never knew I needed until
I fell in love with you."

Plankton's body relaxed
slightly, his gaze flickering
towards her. "But what if..."
he began, his voice trailing
off. "What if I can't be a
good enough husband to yo-"

"Don't," Karen said, cutting
him off gently. "You are a
wonderful husband, and
everything I could ever want.
Your autism is one part of what
makes you special, Plankton.
It's not something to be
ashamed of, or something that
makes you less than. It's just
how you are." She placed
a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"And I love all of you."
Plankton felt a tear slip down
his cheek. "But what if I
can't... understand you?
Or what if I hurt you?" His voice
was small, filled with fear.

Karen leaned in, her
eyes filled with warmth.
"You don't," she assured him.
"Because we're in this
together. And I'll always
be here to help you through
the hard parts, just like I know
you'd do for me." She paused,
a sad smile playing on her lips.
"You know, when we first
met, I didn't know about your
autism. But once I did, it didn't
make me love you less, it just
made me love you more."

Plankton's eye searched hers,
his doubt slowly fading.
"But sometimes..." he whispered.
"Sometimes, it's hard." Karen
nodded, her heart breaking
for him. "I know it is, sweetie,"
she said softly. "But we
figure it out together, okay?"

Just then, 
Hanna came
in the room 
to apologize.

Her eyes were
red from crying,
and she looked
genuinely regretful.
"Plankton, I'm so sorry,"
she began, her voice
quavering. "I didn't know...
it was a slur. I was only
trying to keep peace, but I
was wrong. I'm sorry for the
hurtful things I said."

Plankton's gaze
remained on the floor,
his mind a whirlwind of
emotions. Karen's words
of love and support were
comforting, but Hanna's
apology was a surprise. He
felt a pang of guilt for not
correcting Hanna earlier,
but his own fear of rejection
was a powerful silencer.

"I didn't know," Hanna
continued, her voice sincere.
"I had no idea it would
hurt you like that." Plankton
slowly lifted his head, his
single eye meeting hers. "I see,"
he said, his voice still weak
from the emotional turmoil.
"But what do you want me to
do, just sit around and feel
sorry for you? Nobody cares
if you throw a fit, Hanna!" He
says, repeating her own insults.

The room was silent
for a moment before Hanna
spoke again, her voice
shaky. "I didn't mean it like
that. I just didn't underst--"

But Plankton didn't
let her finish. "You 
just wanna get on
Karen's good side
don't you? Don't
deny what you
said to me!"

Hanna's eyes filled
with tears, and she
nodded. "I know I
was wrong, Plankton.
I'm truly sorry," she
whispered. Karen's
heart ached for both
of them, the pain of
misunderstanding thick
in the air. She knew that
Hanna's words had been
born out of ignorance,
not malice. But the hurt
they'd caused was real
and Plankton's having
none of it. "Why
should I believe you?"
he asked, his voice low. 
"After all, I'm just a
problematic burden
right? You had
the nerve to—"

"No," Hanna interrupted,
her voice firm. "That's not
true. I'm the one who
should be ashamed." She took
a deep breath. "I've
been ignorant, and I'm sorry.
I didn't know what it's
like for—"

"For what?" Plankton
challenged, his anger
resurfacing. "For someone
like me, who doesn't
know how to behave?"
His voice was louder now,
his body tense. Hanna
flinched at his words.
"You think I don't know
what people say behind
my back?" He spat. "You
think I'm just a slur?" Hanna
stood there, her eyes brimming
with tears, her expression
contrite. But Plankton couldn't
find it in himself to forgive
her so easily.

"I do accept you," Hanna
stuttered. "I just didn't know
how to handle-"

"Handle what?" Plankton's voice
was sharp, the anger
threatening to boil over. "How
to handle someone who
doesn't fit your perfect little
mold?" Karen's grip on his
hand tightened, her silent plea
for calm going unheard. "And
Karen's free to be with whoever
she likes, so let her choose
where her loyalties lie. I heard
you say Karen chose you over
me; but was that before or
after you explained how 
unlovable I--"

"Plankton, we all need to
learn from this. Hanna's
apology is genuine, yet she
needs to understand what
she said was wrong," Karen said,
cutting through the tension.

Hanna nodded, her eyes still
on Plankton. "I'm sorry for
my ignorance. I never knew
how much my words could hurt.
I'll do better." Her voice
was sincere, and Plankton
felt a flicker of something
like forgiveness. But the
pain was still raw, and he
wasn't ready to let go of
his anger just yet.

new hannacore karencore come together

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱
𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 18

Karen squeezed his hand,
a silent reminder of her
support. She knew that Hanna's
apology was a step, but it
wasn't enough to erase the
damage done. She looked at
Hanna, her gaze firm. "You
have to understand that
what you said was incredibly
hurtful, not just to
Plankton, but to me too. Our
love isn't something to be
bargained with or judged."

Hanna nodded, her eyes
now filled with genuine
shame. "I understand, Karen,"
she said. "I'm sorry for
the pain I've caused." Karen
nodded back, her eyes never
leaving Plankton's. "Good,"
she said simply. "Because
Plankton is my everything."

Plankton felt a warmth
spread through him, despite
the anger still simmering
just below the surface.
Karen had stood up for him,
just like she always did.

"Okay." Hanna reached out
slowly, her hand hovering over
Plankton's arm. He stiffened
at the uninvited contact, his
skin prickling with discomfort.
"You okay, buddy?" she asked
him, her voice tentative.

Plankton felt a familiar
tension in his chest, a tightness
spreading through his body.
The room seemed to close in on
him, the lights too bright, the
sounds too loud. Another seizure
was approaching, and
Karen noticed the change
instantly. She knew the
pain from wisdom teeth
extraction and the touch
from Hanna has been too
much.

Hanna watched as
Plankton's body began to
tense up, the signs of an
impending seizure all too
familiar to Karen. "What's 
happening? Plankton!"
she asked, her voice filled
with worry.

But Karen was already
in action, her movements
quick and precise. She
guided Hanna's hand away
from Plankton, as Plankton's
body began to convulse
slightly, his eye rolling back.
"Seizure," Karen murmured,
as she knew the signs
all too well. Hanna sat on
the edge of his bed as
Karen got his sensory
box of fidget items.

"Just stay calm," Karen
said to Hanna. "This 
happens sometimes."
Hanna's eyes were wide
with fear, but she nodded.

Plankton's seizure grew
more intense, his limbs
thrashing as his body
tried to cope. "Let it in, 
let it wash over you."
Karen says, grounding 
him slightly.

The room grew quiet, 
except for the sound
of his labored breathing.
Hanna watched, her heart
racing, feeling useless.

Karen held out a
plush toy, a green
squishy star. "Look 
at the star, sweetie. 
Focus on the star.
Look at the star,
Plankton. Just the star."

His body continued
to convulse. Hanna 
watched, frozen as the
plush star trembled
in Karen's hand. "Look
at the star, Plankton,"
Karen repeated, her voice
calm and steady. "Find peace
in the star." Plankton's eye
flitted towards the toy,
his breathing erratic. The
sensory overload was
intense, but he tried to
follow Karen's guidance.

As the seizure subsided,
Plankton's tremors grew
less intense, his gaze
remaining fixed on the
green star. He took
deep breaths, trying to
regain control of his
body. Karen watched him,
her own breathing matching
his rhythm, willing him to
find peace.

Hanna sat there, her
heart pounding in her chest,
seeing the raw vulnerability
of her friend's husband. She
felt a deep sense of regret
for her earlier words.

"It's okay, baby," Karen
whispered. She knew
the aftermath was often
a hard part for him,
his body still reeling from
the neurological storm, his
sense of reality skewed.

Plankton's eye focused
slowly on the green star.
As the seizure's grip
weakened, he turned to it,
his gaze hazy.

"It's okay," Karen murmured.
"You're okay now." His
breathing grew steadier,
but his mind was still
semiconscious in confusion.
The world around him was
a blur of color and sound,
his thoughts tangled and
disjointed.

"Plankton?" Hanna's voice
was tentative. Plankton
barely registered her words,
semiconscious. He turned
to her, his gaze hazy and
his movements awkward.

"Hi, Hans," he mumbled,
his voice slurred. Karen
exchanged a knowing look
with Hanna. "Hi, Plankton,"
she said, her tone gentle.
Plankton giggled to
himself, his laughter
sounding distant and
slightly off-key. Karen
smiled softly, recognizing
his postictal loopiness.
It was a common reaction
for him from a seizure,
his brain trying to find
its bearings.

He stared at the green
star in his hand, his
fingers playing with its
soft fabric. "It's so...
fluffy," he said, his voice
full of wonder. Karen
couldn't help but smile at
his childlike fascination.
"It's okay, Plankton,"
she said, her voice soothing.
"Just keep focusing on
the sta-"

"Star," he interrupts, his
laughter bubbling up again.
"Fluffy star."

Karen's smile grew wider
despite the situation.
"It's okay, Plankton," she
reassured, her voice calm.
"Just keep playing with it."
Hanna watched, her
heart in her throat. "Is he...
is he okay?" she asked,
uncertain of what she was
seeing. "Want... want more is,"
Plankton said, his words
slurred.

Karen nodded, her
expression filled with love.
"He's okay, Hanna," she said.
"It's just part of his recovery
from a seizure." Hanna looked
on, still struggling to
comprehend the complexities
of Plankton's condition.
"After a seizure, he can act
a bit... different, sometimes.
He probably won't remember
what happened," Karen
explained, her voice calm and
reassuring. "You can talk
to him, just keep it simple
and don't touch him without
asking."

Hanna nodded, feeling like
an outsider in this world of
understanding and care that
Karen and Plankton shared.
"Hey Plankton," she said, her
voice gentle. "You okay?"
Plankton looked at her, his
eye glazed over. "Fluffy star,"
he replied, his voice still
slurred and playful. Hanna
managed a smile, though it
was tinged with sadness at the
thought of her earlier cruelty.

"Hanna," he said, 
his voice still off. 
"She smell like... 
like bubblegum?"

Hanna's eyes widened. 
"Plankton, it's me, it's
just your imagination playing
tricks on you after the se-"

But Karen held up a
hand to stop her. "We
don't want to overwhelm
his senses right now," she
explained. "Let him come
back to us in his own time."
Hanna nodded.

"You like the star, don't
you?" Karen asked, her voice
soothing. Plankton nodded,
his giggles subsiding into
a soft chuckle. "It's so
fluffy," he murmured, his
fingers tracing the star's
outline. Hanna watched
the tender interaction, her
heart heavy with regret.

"You know, Plankton,"
Hanna ventured, her voice
shaky. "I didn't mean to
hurt you." He looked at
her, his gaze unsteady.

"You, hurt," he said, his
words slow and deliberate.
His finger traced the
plush star's fabric, his mind
still in a haze. Karen's
heart broke for him,
but she knew he needed to
hear it from Hanna.

"I know, Plankton," Hanna
whispered, her eyes
brimming with tears.
"I'm so, so sorry."

Plankton's gaze remained
on the star, his finger
tracing its fluffy outline.
"Fluffy," he murmured,
his voice a gentle echo
of his usual self. "You like it?"
she asked, her voice gentle.
"Fluffy," he repeated, not
really hearing her.

The room was still,
the air thick with the
weight of their recent
exchange. Hanna's eyes
were glued to Plankton,
his post-seizure state
both fascinating and
alarming her. "I'm sorry,"
she whispered again.

Plankton's giggle was
sudden, his gaze shifting
from the star to Hanna.
"Hans smell funny," he said,
his words still slurred. Hanna
swallowed her sadness,
forcing a smile. "It's
because I ate a whole pack
of bubblegum," she lied.

His eyes lit up, his
innocence shining through.
"Want bubblegum?" he asked,
his voice filled with childish
excitement. Hanna felt a
wave of guilt wash over her.
"No, Plankton, I'm okay,"
she said gently. "But you
keep playing with your
fluffy star."

Karen watched as Hanna
interacted with Plankton,
his mind still in the same
post-seizure state. It was
both heartbreaking and a
tiny bit amusing to see.

"What's your name?" Plankton
asked, his speech still slurred.
Hanna's smile was sad. "It's
Hanna, Plankton," she said,
trying to keep the conversation
light. "Oh, Hanna Plankton.
You're a pretty name," he
said, his voice filled with
the same wonder.

"Thank you," Hanna said,
fighting back tears. She
felt like a monster for
the way she'd treated him.

Plankton's laughter
filled the room again,
his body still slightly
twitching from the seizure.
"You smell pretty, Hanna
Plankton," he said, his words
still slurred. Hanna's heart
clenched at the innocence
behind his words, knowing
how much pain she'd
caused him.

"Thank you, Plankton," she
managed, her voice thick.
Plankton's gaze drifted to
her, in a way that Karen knew 
meant that his mind's slowly
clearing back to himself, his
expression becoming more
aware, his eye focusing 
slightly as he took in
his surroundings.

new seizurecore karencore come together

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱
𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 19

He looked at Karen,
his confusion clear.
"What happened?" he asks
her. Karen took a
deep breath, preparing
herself for the task of
explaining the past
few minutes. "You had
a seizure, baby," she said,
keeping her voice calm
and steady. "But it's over
now, and you're okay."

Plankton blinked slowly,
his eye still hazy. He
looked around the room,
his gaze landing on Hanna.

"You're here," he said,
his voice filled with
mortification and anxiety.
Hanna nodded, her eyes
glistening with unshed tears.
"I'm here," she whispered,
her voice tentative. Plankton's
face twisted into a frown,
his thoughts racing.

He didn't remember her
being here during the
seizure. He didn't
want her pity. He didn't
want her witnessing what
ever may have happened.
His heart raced, his mind
spinning. What all did
he do in front of her?

Hanna looked at him,
her eyes full of concern
and something else, regret?
"You were just playing
with your star," she said
gently, trying to ease his
distress. "And you even
talked about how I was like
pretty bubblegum; rememb-"

"No," Plankton interrupted.
He didn't want Hanna to see
his vulnerability, especially after
what she'd said about him.

The room was silent, the
tension palpable. Karen watched
them both, her heart torn.
Hanna's expression was a
mixture of regret and
fear, while Plankton's was
closed off. "I don't know
if I can forgive you, Hanna,"
Plankton finally said, his voice
no longer slurred.

Hanna's eyes filled with tears,
understanding the gravity of
the situation. "I don't blame
you," she said softly. "But I
hope you can find it in
your heart to give me a
chance to make it up to
you." Plankton looked at her,
his gaze unreadable.

Karen knew that
forgiveness was a process,
and Plankton needed time.
"You don't have to decide
right now," she said. "We can
talk about it more when
you're feeling better."

Plankton nodded, his gaze
still fixed on the star.
"But I don't remember this
star," he said, his voice
filled with confusion. Hanna's
heart sank. "It's okay,"
she said, her voice barely above
a whisper. "It's a toy Karen
got for you to help
you feel safe and lo---"

"No," Plankton interrupted,
his voice sharp. "I don't
remember any of this." His
hand tightened around the
plush toy, his knuckles
white. "I don't remember
anything about this!"

Karen knew Plankton
wouldn't remember the
comfort Hanna brought
during his seizure, the gentle
guidance to focus on the star.
He didn't remember her
soothing voice, her calm in
his chaos. It was like it
had never happened.

Hanna's eyes searched
his, desperate for a flicker
of understanding, a sign
that he knew she was sorry.
But all she saw was confusion
and fear, the same look he'd
given her when she'd first
accidentally used that slur.

Karen stepped in. "Do you
remember our talk about
how sometimes after a
seizure, things can be a bit
fuzzy?" Hanna felt
another twinge of guilt.

"It's okay," Karen said,
sitting next to him on the
bed. "It's normal for
your memory to be a bit
fuzzy coming out of a 
seizure, Plankton."

He looked at her, his
eye searching hers. "But I
don't remember you or Hanna
interacting," he said, his voice
shaky. "I just remember...
I dunno." Karen nodded,
swallowing the lump in
her throat. "You weren't
fully conscious, sweetie.
It's like when you wake
up from a deep sleep."

Plankton's frown deepened.
He didn't like not knowing,
not remembering. It made
his chest tight, his heart
race. He knew he could trust
Karen, but Hanna was still
a question mark, her earlier
words echoing in his mind.

Hanna reached out to him
again, her hand hovering in
the air before touching his
shoulder lightly. "I'm here
for you, Plankton," she said,
her voice shaky with emotion.
Plankton stiffened at the
contact, his senses still
on high alert. He wasn't used
to being touched like that,
not without warning.

"No," he said, his voice
sharp. "I don't like it." Hanna
flinched, her hand retreating
quickly. "I'm sorry," she
whispered. Karen put her
hand on Hanna's shoulder.
"Remember, Hanna, we need
to respect his boundaries.
It's part of who he is."

Hanna nodded, her eyes
filling with tears. "I know,
Karen. I just want to help."
Karen squeezed her shoulder
reassuringly. "I know you do,
but we need to do it his way."

Plankton looked up at Hanna,
his expression a mix of anger
and confusion. "Why?" he
asked. "Why'd you say those
things?"

Hanna took a deep
breath, her voice trembling.
"I didn't know," she said.
"I didn't know what it was
like for you. I didn't
underst--"

"Understand what?"
Plankton's voice was
sharp, cutting through
the air. "That I'm different?"
He threw the star aside,
his body tense with anger.
"That I can't just be like
whatever you think I should be?"

Hanna's eyes filled with
tears. "I didn't mean to
make you feel that way,"
she said, her voice cracking.
"I just... I didn't know."
Plankton's chest heaved with
each ragged breath he took.
"Well, now you do," he said,
his voice cold. "Being
someone you can't even
bother to understand."

The room was heavy
with tension, each
of them lost in their
own world of thoughts.
Karen's heart ached for
both of them, knowing
how much Plankton
craved acceptance, and
how much Hanna wished
she could take back her
words. "Maybe," Karen
began, her voice tentative,
"we should talk about it."

Hanna nodded, her eyes
glued to Plankton. "I'm
here to listen," she said,
her voice filled with genuine
remorse. Plankton looked
at her, his expression
still guarded.

"You know what, Hanna?"
he said, his voice taking
on a syrupy sweetness
that didn't quite reach
his eyes. "I forgive you."
Hanna's face lit up with
relief, but Karen knew
that tone. It was the one
he used when he was
trying to cover his hurt.

"Thank you, Plankton," Hanna
breathed, her eyes brimming
with tears. "I really am
sorry, you know that right?"
Plankton nodded, his smile
forced. "Of course," he said,
his voice sticky with
false cheer. "It's all water
under the bridge."

Karen watched the two
of them, her heart heavy.
The fake sweetness in
Plankton's voice was a
defense mechanism, one
he'd developed over the
years of navigating a world
that often didn't understand
his condition. She knew
his words weren't genuine,
his anger and pain still
bubbling just below the
surface. But she stayed silent.
But Hanna, oblivious, took his 
words at face value.

"I'm so grateful, Plankton,"
she said, her voice choking.
"I'll do better." Plankton
nodded, his expression
still a mask. "I know
you will," he said, his voice
too bright. "You're always
so kind, never letting me
down." His sarcasm was
lost on Hanna, who took
his words as genuine.

He knew she was trying,
but the hurt went deeper
than a simple apology could
mend. So he played along,
his heart feeling heavier
with each forced smile.

"You're the best, Hanna,"
Plankton said, his voice
dripping with a sugary
sweetness that didn't match
the bitterness in his soul.
"Always looking out for me."
Karen watched, knowing better 
than to interrupt.

Hanna's eyes searched his,
desperate for a sign that he
meant it. "Really, Plankton?"
she asked, hopeful. "You know
I'm here for you, right?"

Plankton's smile grew,
his words sticky with sarcasm.
"Always, Hanna," he said,
his voice dripping with patronizing
kindness. "You're like a
knight in shining armor,
ready to save me from
my own autistic self."

Hanna's eyes searched his,
uncertain of his meaning. "What
do you mean, Plankton?" she asked,
her voice trembling with hope.
He leaned back into the pillows,
his expression smug. "You know,
always ready to fix what's not
broken," he said, his eye
still not quite meeting hers.

"I just want to help," Hanna
whispered, her voice cracking.
Plankton nodded, his smile
still too sweet. "And I'm so lucky
to have you," he said, his tone
laced with a patronizing
sarcasm that made Karen's heart ache.
Hanna, though, seemed to miss
the undertones, her face lighting
up at his words. "Really, Plankto-"

"Oh, absolutely," he interrupted,
his voice a knife wrapped in
cotton. "You're like my
personal superhero, swooping
in to save me from the horrors
of being who I am." His eye
flitted around the room, avoiding
contact with Hanna's hopeful gaze.
"It's so... noble of you."

The sarcasm in his tone
was thick, a bitterness
seeping through every
word. Hanna looked at him,
confused. "What do you mean,
Plankton?" she asked, her voice
soft. "You know I just want-"

"Oh, I know," he said, his voice
dripping with condescension.
"You want to fix me. Like I'm
some kind of project you can
just whip into shape with
your magic wand of 'normalcy'."
Hanna's eyes widened, her heart
sinking at his words. "That's
not what I meant," she protested,
but Plankton was on a roll,
his anger giving him a sharpness
he rarely displayed.

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𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 20


"You think you know what's best
for me," Plankton continued, his
words cutting through the air
like a knife. "Because obviously,
I'm just a lost cause, right?
Too autistic to know what I
need or want for myself." His
eye focused on her, a challenge
in its depths. "But let me tell
you something, Hanna. Your
neurotypical world isn't the
be-all, end-all. You think
because I don't fit in your
tidy little box, I must be
some kind of burden‽"

Hanna felt the sting of his
words, her cheeks flushing with
embarrassment. "Plankton, no,
that's not what I meant at all-"

"But that's what you said,"
Plankton interrupted, his voice
sharp. "That's what you implied."

Hanna's eyes searched his,
desperation in her gaze.
"I didn't mean it like that,"
she said, her voice trembling.
"I just..."

But Plankton was on a roll,
his words fueled by both anger
and fear. "You think you can
just waltz in here and tell me
how to live my life?" he spat.
"You think because you don't
understand me, I'm the one
who's broken?"

Hanna felt the weight of
his accusation, her heart
heavy with guilt. She knew
she'd been wrong, but she
never meant to make him feel
this way. "Plankton, please,"
she whispered. "Let me make
it up to yo-"

But Plankton was beyond
reason. His eye flashed with
fury, his voice shaking. "No!"
he shouted, his body trembling.
"You don't get to decide
when I've had en-"

"Plankton," Karen's voice
was firm but gentle. "You're
upset. It's okay to be upset.
But let's talk about this calmly."
He turned to her, his eye
still blazing with anger. "Why
should I be calm?" he demanded.
"Why should I be nice
and polite when she can't
even bother t---"

"Plankton," Karen cut him
off, her voice still calm.
"You're right, she hurt you.
But anger won't fix it."

Plankton's chest heaved
with the force of his breath,
his grip on the blanket tight.
He knew she was right,
but the emotion was too
strong to be contained.
It's not fair, unfair Hanna gets
the sympathy..

"I'm sorry, Plankton," Hanna
whispered, her voice trembling.
"I didn't mean to make you
feel like that." Karen's hand
was a gentle pressure on his
back, grounding him. "But you
have to understand, Hanna's
trying to learn," she said,
her voice firm but calm. "But why
does she get to make mistakes
and still get treated like
a hero?" he asked, his voice
full of hurt. "Why does
everyone always take the
side of neurotypicals?"

The room was silent, the
weight of his words hanging
heavily in the air. Hanna
looked at him, her eyes wide
with shock. "That's not what
I meant," she said, her voice
small. "I just wa-"

"But it's what you did,"
Plankton snapped, his voice
sharp. "You don't get it.
Everyone treated me like
barnacles for a disability! But
you, you get to be clumsy and
still get the gold star. But it's 
always me who's the
problem," he said, his voice
laced with bitterness. "It's
always me who has to
get disciplined.."

Karen's eyes searched his,
seeing the depth of his
pain. She knew he wasn't
just talking about Hanna.
This was about a lifetime
of feeling misunderstood
and undervalued. "Plankton,
you're not a problem,"
she said, her voice firm. "You're
amazing, just as you are.
And Hanna's here to learn."

He looked at her, his eye
still flashing with anger.
"But why does she get to be
the hero?" he demanded.
"Why does she get to mess
up and still be the one who's
right?" Karen took a deep
breath, her heart breaking
for him. "Because she's trying,
Plankton," she said gently.
"And she's learning."

"But it's not fair," he said,
his voice filled with the
frustration of a lifetime of
being misunderstood. "I
try so hard, and nobody
cares." Karen's heart ached.
She knew he did, she knew
how much he struggled every
day. "People care," she said.
"But they don't always know
how to sh-"

"No," Plankton interrupted,
his voice rising. "They don't
care enough to understand!"
He sat up in bed, his eye
blazing. "Do you know what
they used to do to me in
school?" he demanded, his
face red with anger. "Do
you know the teachers looked
away while the other kids called
me names and poked at me?
Yet when it made me have a
seizure, it's me who teachers tied
up in a chair!"

Hanna's eyes widened in horror,
while Karen felt her own anger
flare at the thought of Plankton
suffering like that. She'd always
known school had been
difficult for him, but to hear
the extent of his suffering
was too much to bear. Karen's
blood boiled at the
thought of her love
being a scapegoat.

"Plankton," she began, her
voice thick with emotion.
"You're not the problem.
You never w---"

But he didn't let her
finish. "They did it because
I'm different!" he shouted.
"Because I'm not like them!"

Hanna looked at him, her
eyes filled with regret. "I'm
so sorry," she whispered. "I had
no idea." Plankton looked
at her, his gaze intense.
"So, what are you going to
do about it?"

Hanna swallowed hard. "I'll
learn," she said, her voice
determined. "I'll do
everything I can to
understand." Karen nodded.
"That's a good start," she said,
her voice still gentle. "But it's
not just about understanding.
It's about respecting him."

Plankton's breathing slowed,
his body still tense. "You'll
have to prove it," he said,
his voice still sharp. "Prove
you're not just playing along
until I'm convenient again."

Hanna nodded, her eyes
determined. "I will,"
she said. "I promise." Plankton
studied her, his expression
softening slightly. He wanted
to believe her, he really did.
But the hurt was to fresh.

Karen watched the exchange,
her heart heavy. She knew
that Plankton's trust wasn't
easily earned, especially
after something like this.
But she also knew that Hanna
meant it.

Hanna took a deep breath,
her eyes meeting Plankton's.
"I'll do better," she said,
her voice sincere. "I'll educate
myself, I'll listen to you,
and I'll never make you feel
like that again."

Plankton searched her gaze,
his own eye still filled with
sorrow. He knew she meant
it, but the fear was still
present. "Fine," he said, his
voice small. "But if you ever
say something like that again,
I can't be around you."

Hanna's heart broke at his
words, the gravity of what
she'd done hitting her full
force. "I won't," she promised.
"I'll be better." Plankton nodded,
his grip on the blanket
relaxing slightly. Karen's hand
squeezed his shoulder, her
own support unwavering.

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A few months ago, my dad and I were visiting New York.

We saw a homeless mother with 3 young kids sitting by a doorway of a store. While the children were bundled up warm, the mother had only a thin flimsy jacket. Seeing this, my dad handed her a $100 bill, telling her to buy herself a coat. She cried from happiness.

My dad’s generosity GMH.

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My friend was talking to a guy on the internet who started threatening that he would come to her house and hurt her.

She has 3 little brothers, all of whom slept on her floor and outside her door for a week with nerf guns and water guns to make their big sister feel safe.

Kids like this GMH 

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Just today, I found out the real reason of my parents’ deaths‎ 
when I was 10.

When our car lost ıt's brakes and was going to crash, they tried to protect me at the last minute. 
Their bødies were found, covering me while I was non-conscious.

Their never ending love truly GMH.

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The woest pain a mother can go theough is having to give her blessing back
to Heaven...
February 6, 2014

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𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 2

But Plankton's expression
was not one of relief. His
face flushed red with
embarrassment as reality
crashed in on him. He realized
his son had seen him at
his most vulnerable, caught
in the grip of his condition.
He jerked his hand away,
the octopus falling to the floor.
"What are you doing here?"
he snapped.

Chip took a step back, his
hands up in a placating gesture.
"I-I didn't mean to scare
you," he stuttered. "I just...
came ho-"

"Why are you watching me
like that?" he snarled. "You
have no right to see me like
this!"

Karen stepped in, her voice
steady. "Chip didn't mean to,
love. He just came home early
and found you in a seizure. It's ok.
You know he loves you."

Plankton's anger was a storm
quickly building. He glared
at Chip, his eye wild. "Get out!"
he shouted. "This isn't your
business!" The words hung in
the air, heavy with emotion.

Chip's eyes filled with
hurt, his cheeks burning. He
backed away, clutching the
stuffed octopus. "Dad, I just
wanted to help," he murmured.
But Plankton was beyond
reason, fear and embarrassment
having turned to anger.

"I said get out!" Plankton
yelled again, his voice echoing
in the small room. Chip's lip
trembled, but he didn't dare
disobey. He turned and fled,
his feet pounding on the
hallway floor, leaving his
parents behind.

Once in the safety of his
room, Chip slammed the door
shut and sank to the floor,
his back pressed against it.
Tears spilled down his cheeks
as he held the octopus to
his chest. It felt strange,
his dad's reaction with such
fury directed at him.

Karen turned to Plankton,
knowing the storm of
emotion her son had just
felt. "It's okay, it's okay," she
whispered, her eyes filled with
concern. "You're okay. Chip's
okay. It was just a surprise
for everyone."

Plankton took a deep,
shaky breath, his mind racing.
He knew he had overreacted,
but the fear of being
exposed had taken hold.
He had always been so
careful, so private about
his condition. Now, Chip
knew his secret.

"I'm sorry," he murmured,
his voice barely audible.
Karen sat beside him, her
hands resting lightly on his arm.
"You don't have to apologize,"
she said, her voice calm.
"But you do need to talk
to him. He's scared and confused."

Plankton nodded, his gaze
flickering to the floor. He
knew she was right. He had
always been so careful about
his neurodivergence, meticulous
about not letting others see.
But Chip had seen him, and
now there was no going back.

He took a deep breath and
turned to Karen. "You're right,"
he said firmly. "I need to talk
to him." He knew the conversation
would be hard, but he owed
it to Chip. His heart heavy,
he walked to the door.

When he entered Chip's
room, the air was thick with
silence. Chip sat on his bed,
his back to the door, clutching
the octopus tightly. Plankton's
heart clenched at the sight of
his son's hunched figure. He
knew the hurt he had caused.

"Chip," he began, his voice
raspy. "I'm s-sorry." He took
another step forward, but
his son didn't move. "I didn't mean
to scare you, or to shout. It's
just..." His words trailed off.
How could he explain the fear
and vulnerability that had
consumed him? "I know
you didn't mean to intrude,"
he said, his voice softer now.
"But seeing me like that...it's
not something I wa-"

"You're quirky," Chip cut
in, not turning around. "And
now I know why." Plankton
swallowed hard, his heart racing.
He had never talked to Chip
about his neurodisability before,
not in such direct terms. "Yes,"
he admitted. "But I'm still yo-"

"I know," Chip nods. "But why
didn't you tell me you were like
this? Why didn't mom ever
just tell me you're...?" Then a slur
slipped out before he could
stop it, a term he'd heard
used before, but never really
understood the weight of.

Plankton's breath hitched, and
his eye grew wide. The room
was suddenly colder, as if
his heart had frozen.

Without another word, he
stood abruptly, leaving
Chip's room. He went in
his room after slamming
the door shut. Karen looked
up. "So Plankton, ho-"

But Karen cut her own
question short upon the 
sight of her husband's face.
"Plankton, whaa-"

Plankton's features were
twisted in anger, a rage that
seemed to pulse with each
beat of his heart. "How could
you say that?" he spat out,
his eye flashing. "How
could you both think that about
me?" His voice was low,
dangerously so, each word a
blow that echoed in the quiet
space. Karen, of course, didn't
know what's been said. "What
are you talking about, love?"
But Plankton couldn't
articulate the hurt that had
just been unleashed.

Karen, sensing the shift
in the room, stepped closer,
her hand reaching out.
"Plankton, what's wrong?"
she asked, her voice filled with
concern. But Plankton flinched,
his body retreating from her
touch. "It's nothing," he muttered,
his voice strained.

He couldn't bear to repeat
Chip's hurtful slur.
So he turned away from
Karen, his back to her, his
shoulders rigid.

The silence grew thick
between them, a barrier
she wasn't sure she could
breach. "Plankton?" she
asked again, her voice
concerned. "What's go—"

"I can't," he choked out,
his eye stinging. "I can't
tell you." His voice was
barely a whisper, the words
forced through a throat
constricted by pain and
shame. Karen's eyes search
his face, her heart aching
at his distress. "Is it
about your condition?"
she ventured gently.

Plankton nodded, his
back still to her. "Chip...
thinks I'm...less than,"
his voice cracked. Karen
inched closer. "Oh that's
not tr-"

But Plankton whirled on
her, cutting her off. "Don't
make excuses for him!"
he shouted, his voice
shaking with emotion.

Karen took a step
back, her eyes wide with shock.
"I'm not making excuses,"
she said carefully. "I just
want to know what hap–"

But Plankton was beyond
hearing her. His mind was
a tumult of emotions: anger,
hurt, and fear. He had worked
so hard to keep his condition
a secret, to shield himself
from the cruelty of the world.
And now, his own son had
labeled him with a term so
loaded with stigma and pain.

"It's not right," he murmured,
his fists clenching at his sides.
"It's not right that he thinks
that way. It's not right that
anyone thinks that way!"
Karen watched him,
her eyes full of sadness.
"Plankton, sweetie, come sit
with me," she said softly, patting
the space beside her.

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𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 3

With a heavy sigh, Plankton
collapsed onto the bed, his body
shaking with the effort of holding
back his tears. He buried his face
in his hands, his shoulders heaving.
Karen wrapped her arms around
his shaking frame, holding him tightly.
"You're not less than," she whispers.
"What could Chip have possibly said
to make you feel like that?"

But Plankton remained silent,
a painful reminder of the times
he'd been taunted and misunderstood
by those who didn't know him.

He felt Karen's gentle touch on
his shoulder, a silent offer
of comfort that only made
his throat tighten more. "It's
okay," she said softly. "You can
tell me. Whatever it is, we'll
work through it." But Plankton
was too lost in his own pain to
share the specifics with her.

The word hung in the air
between them, a heavy weight
that seemed to press down on
his chest. He couldn't bring
himself to repeat it, to give
voice to the hurt that had
been thrown at him. It was a
reminder of all the times
his differences had made him feel
less than, all the times he'd been
the but of jokes or the subject
of whispers.

Karen's eyes searched his,
desperate to understand the
pain she saw etched into his
features. But Plankton couldn't
find the words. He just sat there,
his body shaking with the force
of his unspoken grief. The
silence stretched on, each
second feeling like an eternity.

Finally, with a tremble in his
voice, he spoke. "He said a word,"
he managed to get out. "A word that
hurts more than you know." Karen's
heart squeezed tightly in her chest.
"What word?" she asked softly,
afraid of what she might hear.

"Just, don't defend him!" he roared.
"Don't you dare defend him! I
know you're just gonna say how he's
a kid or doesn't know better, or that
he didn't mean it; but that word
cuts deeper than you could ever
understand!" Plankton's fists
clenched tightly, his knuckles
white with the effort of not
lashing out. Karen's eyes were
filled with tears, her heart
breaking at the raw emotion
spilling from her husband.

"What word?" she whispered,
dread coiling in her stomach.

He took a deep breath,
his voice strained as he
forced the word out. "Ret-"
He choked, unable to
complete it. He shook
his head. "That word,"
he finally managed, his voice
barely above a murmur.

Karen's eyes widened
in horror, understanding
dawning on her. "Oh, no;
Plankton," she breathed. "No."
She pulled him closer, her
own tears flowing freely now.
"You're not that," she assured
him fiercely. "You're brilliant,
and kind, and the best
father Chip co—"

"Don't," Plankton whispered,
his voice hoarse. "Don't say
it's okay. It's not."

Karen's heart broke further.
"I'm s-sorry," she said, her
voice trembling. "I-I'm sorry
he said that. We need to talk
to him," she said firmly. "He
needs to underst--"

But Plankton cut her off with
a harsh shake of his head.
"No," he whispered, his voice
weak. "He doesn't get to
see me like this. He doesn't
get to hav—"

"But he's our son," Karen
interrupted gently. "And he
loves you. He needs to know
to never use that word again."

Plankton's shoulders
slumped in defeat. He knew
she was right. He had to talk
to Chip. He had to explain
the hurt that the word caused.
But the thought of facing
his son, of explaining
his fears and vulnerabilities,
was almost too much to bear. "I
can't do it," he whispered. "I just
can't. He won't listen to me."
Karen nodded, understanding
his pain. "Then I'll go," she said,
determined. "I'll talk to him,
make him understand."

With a heavy heart, she
stood and walked to Chip's
closed door. She took a deep
breath, steeling herself for the
conversation ahead. When she
opened the door, she found
Chip sitting on his bed.

Her eyes searched her son's
face, looking for signs of
understanding or remorse.
Instead, she found only a
child lost in his own
thoughts, the octopus still
gripped tightly in his hand.

"Chip," she began, her voice
shaking with barely contained
emotion. "What did you say to
your father?"

Chip looked up, his eyes
innocent. "I just asked why
you guys didn't tell me," he
mumbled, not meeting her gaze.
"But he got so mad.."

Karen felt a mix of anger
and sadness wash over her. "What
exactly did you say to him?"
she asked, her voice tight.

"I don't know," Chip said,
his voice small. "I just said
why didn't you guys tell me
he's like that. I said he's re---"
he murmured, the weight
of the slur heavy on his tongue.

Karen's face contorted in anger.
"How could you say such a thing?"
she snapped. "Do you know
what that word means? Do
you have any idea how much
pain it causes?"

Chip shrunk under her glare,
his eyes darting around the
room as he searched for an
escape from the intensity
of her gaze. "It's just a word,"
he mumbled defensively. "I
don't know why it's such a big de-"

"It's not just a word, Chip,"
Karen said, cutting him off.
Her voice was sharp, each syllable
laced with disappointment.
"It's a word that hurts people,
that makes them feel less than
who they are." She stepped
closer, her eyes boring into
his. "Do you know how much
your father has suffered because
of people calling him that?"

Chip's eyes grew wide, the gravity
of his words sinking in. He
hadn't meant to hurt his
dad, but now he realized
the weight of his carelessness.
"But I didn't mean it like that,"
he stuttered, his voice thick with
unshed tears. "I just didn't know
what else to call it."

Karen's expression softened
slightly, her anger giving
way to sadness. "Chip, sweetie,
that word is not just some
description," she said, her
voice gentle but firm. "It's a
word that has been used to
hurt and belittle people like
your dad for a long, long
time." She sat beside him,
placing a hand on his arm. "You
have to understand that words
have power. And when you use
that power to wound someone,
especially someone you love,
it causes deep, deep pain." 

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𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 4

Chip looked down at the octopus
in his lap, his eyes filling
with tears. "I didn't know,"
he whispered. "I just didn't
understand."

Karen took a deep breath,
trying to calm her own
shaking voice. "You need to
understand, Chip. That word is
not okay," she said, her tone
steady. "It's hurtful and disrespectful.
Your father is not 'that'.
He's autistic. And autistic is just
a part of who he is."

Chip looked up at her, his
expression one of shock and
dawning realization. "But why
didn't you tell me?" he asked,
his voice small. "Why did
you keep it a secret?"

Karen took a moment to
compose herself, her own
tears threatening to spill
over. "We didn't keep it a
secret just to hide it," she
explained, her voice trembling.
"We kept it private because
it's your father's story to tell,
not ours. And because we didn't
want you to think of him any
differently. But we should
have talked to you, yes. We should
have helped you understand."

Chip nodded slowly, his eyes
fixed on the octopus in his
hand. "I'm sorry," he murmured.
"I didn't mean to make hi-"

"Don't," Karen said, cutting
him off. "Your apology
can wait. Right now, you need
to understand why that
word is wrong." She took a
deep breath, trying to keep her
voice steady. "It's not just a
label, Chip. It's a way
people have used to put
others down. To make
them feel less than." Her voice
was firm, her eyes never
leaving his. "Your father
has felt that way enough times
already; he doesn't need it
from his own son!"

Chip nodded, the weight
of her words sinking in.
He hadn't realized the
impact of his ignorance. "What
can I do to make it right?"
he asked, his voice cracking.

Karen took a deep breath.
"First, you need to educate
yourself," she said gently.
"Learn your dad's specific
needs. Talk to him. Hear
his story. Understand what
it's like for him."

Chip nodded, his gaze
firm. "Okay," he said,
his voice still shaky.
"I'll do that."

Karen goes back to
the bedroom to find
Plankton sitting on the
edge of the bed, his body
wracked with sobs. His hand
was moving in a repetitive
motion, tracing the edge of
the bedspread, a silent
testament to his pain.

Her heart breaking, she
sat beside him, wrapping
her arms around his
shoulders. "It's okay, love,"
she soothed, her voice
gentle. "It's okay to cry."

Plankton's sobs grew
louder, his body shaking.
But amidst the tears, a
steady sound emerged. It
was the soft, rhythmic
humming he often did when
he was overwhelmed or
even just restless.

It was his way of self-
soothing, his brain's attempt
to find order in the chaos.
Karen had learned to recognize
this sound over the years. She held
his hand, her thumb rubbing
small circles in his palm.
"It's okay," she whispered,
her voice a balm to his
raging emotions. "I'm here."

Plankton's humming grew
softer, his body slowly
still. The anger drained
from him, leaving behind
only sadness.

"Chip," he murmured, his
voice thick with emotion.
"He said the word." It was a 
private stim, one Karen knew
meant Plankton was trying
to process the pain. He
spoke to himself often during
these moments, his thoughts
running in a loop as he
tried to find comfort in
his own company as he
rocked back and forth.

"But why?" Plankton whispered,
his eye glazed over as he
felt the familiar rhythm of his
stim kick in. "Why would
Chip, Chip did?" He stared
at his own hand. "I'm not
that. I'm not."

Karen's heart ached at the
pain in his voice. She knew
this was his way of trying
to make sense of the world.
"You're not, love," she assured
him. "You're just different.
And that's okay."

Chip goes into his
parents bedroom
and goes up to Plankton
slowly, the octopus in
his hand. "Dad," he whispers,
his voice tentative. Plankton
looks up, his eye red and
swollen from crying. "I'm
sorry," Chip says, holding
out the octopus. "Can we
ta—"

But Plankton doesn't
give him a chance to
finish. "I don't want your
apology," he says coldly.
He turns his body away
from Chip.

Karen's eyes dart between
the two of them, her heart
racing with fear of the
growing rift. "Plankton," she
starts, but he shakes his
head.

"Please," Chip says, his voice
breaking. "I didn't know."
He takes another step forward,
his hand outstretched. "Let me
help you," he says, putting his
hand on his dad's shoulder to
turn him around. But Plankton
flinches at the touch, his sensory
overload already at peak.
Karen's eyes widen as she
recognizes the signs of
another seizure coming on.
"No," she says. "Not now."
But it's too late. Plankton's
eye rolls back. Chip
backs away, his heart racing.
This was his fault. If he hadn't
upset him, maybe this wouldn't
have happened. Karen
moves swiftly, placing the bear
in his trembling hand.

The room goes quiet as
the seizure takes hold, the
only sounds Plankton's 
whimpers. Chip watches.
He wants to help, but
doesn't know how.
Karen moves quickly,
guiding the bear into
Plankton's hand. "Now
Chip," she says, her voice
steady. "When your dad
comes back, he may not
immediately remember. He
might talk funny or seem
confused. It just means he
needs some time to get
his thoughts back."
Chip nods, his eyes never
leaving his father's trembling
form as the shaking slows.

Drool trickled down the corner
of Plankton's mouth as he
began to mumble.

"Wha-wha-wha," Plankton
phrased, trying to piece together
the shattered thoughts. It was like
his brain had gone back to the
beginning, relearning how to
speak, to process the world around him.
It was both heartbreaking and
strangely endearing.

"Bear," he mumbled, his
fingers fidgeting with the
plush toy. "Bear...good."
He giggled, a high-pitched
sound that seemed out of place
coming from him. "Bear
is...bear." His speech was
a jumble of words.

Karen watched with a mix
of amusement and sadness.
This was a part of Plankton's
recovery she had seen before,
his brain trying to find its
footing again. It was like
a toddler learning to talk,
except it was her husband. She
turned to Chip. "Try talking
to him," she urged. "Keep it
simple and calm."

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𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 6

"Dad," Chip said, his voice
filled with a mix of love
and concern. "You're okay."

Plankton blinked, his gaze
focusing on Chip. His hand
stilled, the octopus and
bear forgotten. "Chip?"
Chip nodded, his voice
steady. "It's me, Dad. I'm
here." He watched as his
father's expression shifted
to confusion.

"What...what happened?"
Plankton asked, his voice
slurred and uncertain. Karen
stood up, wiping her eyes. "You
had a seizure, love," she
explained, her voice calm.
"But you're okay now. Just
take your tim-"

"No," Plankton said,
cutting her off. He looked
at the octopus in Chip's
hand, then at the bear in his
own. His eye searched
the room, trying to piece
together the jigsaw puzzle
of his recent memory. "Wait,"
he murmured, his voice
shaky. "Why the barnacles...
I swear I was just..." Plankton
trails off, noticing drool
on the bedspread. His hand
shakes as he wipes it away,
his mind racing to remember.

Karen's heart goes out to
her husband as she sees
the embarrassment etched on
his face. She knows he's
trying to make sense of
the chaos in his head, to find
his place in the world again.
"You had a seizure, Plankton,"
she says gently. "You're ok now."

Plankton's hand tightens
around the bear as the
fragments of his memory
begin to coalesce. "Chip," he says,
his voice a whisper. "He...he said..."
The word hangs in the air, a
shadow of the pain it had
caused moments ago. Karen
swallows hard, knowing that
this is the moment she's been
dreading.

"Yes," she says gently. "Chip said
something he shouldn't have."
Her eyes meet Chip's, her gaze
silently urging him to take
responsibility. Chip nods, his
eyes downcast. "But we need to
talk to him, Plankton. He didn't
mean it. He just doesn't
understand.."

But Plankton's expression has
closed off. The mention of the
slur brings back the hurt, and
his hand clutches the bear tightly.
Karen can see the walls going
up again, the fear of being
misunderstood once more.

"Dad," Chip says, his voice
soft. "I didn't mean it like that.
I didn't know." He takes a deep
breath, his eyes pleading. "Can
we talk?"

Plankton looks at him, his
expression unreadable. Karen
holds her breath, her heart in
her throat. This was the moment
that could either heal the rift
or drive them further apart.

"I...I'm sorry," Chip stammers,
his voice shaking. "I didn't know
what that word meant. I
just...I just heard it and..."
He trails off, his eyes
filling with tears. "I'm sorry,
Dad. I didn't know it would hurt
you like that."

Plankton stares at the octopus in
his hand, his mind racing. He
knows he should be angry, but
all he feels is tired. Tired of the
misunderstandings, tired of the
pain that comes with every
ill-intended remark.

He looks up at Chip, his son's
face etched with regret. "Why?"
he asks, his voice barely a
whisper. "Why would you say
such a thing?"

Chip shifts his weight, his
eyes downcast. "I just...I
heard it," he admits. "I didn't
know what it really meant."
He looks at the bear, then back
to Plankton. "I didn't know it
would make you feel like thi—"

Chip was interrupted by
a knock on the front door.
It's Sandy, Karen's best gal
pal, dropping by to visit!

Plankton's eye twitches, his
thoughts racing. He wasn't
ready for company, especially
not when he was feeling so
raw. But the sound of the door
opening and Sandy's cheery
voice filled the room, pulling
them back to reality.

"Howdy, y'all!" Sandy exclaims. 
Plankton looked up at
her, hiding his bear and octopus
in his sensory box under the
bed. But Sandy saw it. "What's
going on? Whatcha got in the box?"
Plankton didn't want Sandy to
know, didn't want anyone else to
figure it out.

Sandy, ever the observant
soul, noticed the tension in
the room. "Everything okay
here?" she asked, her eyes
scanning the scene.

Karen took a deep breath,
deciding it was time to face
the music. "Plankton had a se-"

But Plankton interrupts
Karen. "A seriously good
plan to uh, to get the Krabby Patty
formula," he says, his voice
quickening as he tries to
deflect.

Sandy raises an 
eyebrow. "Is that all?"
she asks, not quite believing
the sudden shift in
conversation.

Plankton nods, his hand
still shaking as he tries to
keep the box hidden. "Yes,"
he says, a bit too quickly.
"Just a... a little plan.
Nothing serious." His voice
was strained, the lie
heavier than the silence that
followed.

Chip watches his dad,
his heart breaking at the sight
of the man who had always
been so strong now looking so
small and scared. He knew
his words had caused this,
but he didn't know how to fix it.
"Dad," he says, his voice
soft. "We need to talk about
this."

But Plankton just shakes
his head, his eyes darting
around the room. "No," he
mutters, his voice shaky. "Not
now. Not with...her here."
He nods towards Sandy, his
anxiety palpable. "Yea, our
little secret plans must wait,"
he says with forced joviality.

Sandy's eyes narrow, sensing
something is off. "Is everything
alright, Plankton?" she asks,
concern lacing her voice.

Plankton's heart races, his
mind trying to form coherent
words. He didn't want to lie,
but the truth felt too heavy, too
complicated for this moment.
"It's fine," he says, his tone
clipped. "Just a bit tired. Even
the greatest minds need to
rest, eh?" He tries to laugh,
but it comes out forced.

Sandy nods, looking between
the two of them. "Alright,"
she says, her voice still laced
with concern. "If you're
sure. What about the box?
What's i---"

"It's nothing!" Plankton says,
his voice a little too loud.
He's flustered, his heart
racing with the fear of being
found out. The last thing he
needs is for Sandy to know about
his autism, his secret.

He waves a hand dismissively
and stands up, the box of
stims still hidden under the
bed. "Just some... uh... inventory
for the Chum Bucket," he
stammers, trying to compose
his features into something
resembling normalcy. "You know,
top-secret recipes and...
and... uh, Krabby Patty...
formulas," he adds hastily, his
mind racing to come up with
a plausible cover story.

Sandy's eyes narrow
slightly, not quite buying
it. "Then, show me‽ I can't
let you steal the Krabby Patty
formula," she says, snatching
the box.

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𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌
part 7

Plankton's heart leaps
into his throat as the box
flies open. Fidget toys spill out
everywhere, each one a
tiny piece of his vulnerability.
"N-no, wait!" he stammers,
his hand shooting out to grab
the box. But it's too late.
Sandy's eyes widen as she
sees the collection of stim
toys, the suspicion setting in.

Sandy looks at him. 
"Plankton," she says. 
"You can tell me. What's
going on?"

"Sandy," Karen starts, her
voice calm and measured. "You
know Plankton's... uh... unique
quirks, right?" She tries to find
the right words, but Plankton's
mind is racing. He can't bear
the thought of being seen as
weak or broken, not even by
his wife's closest friend.

Sandy nods, her gaze still on
the fidget toys scattered
across the floor. "Yeah," she
says slowly. "But what's this all
abou–"

But Plankton can't handle
the scrutiny anymore. His
eye starts to twitch again,
his body tense with anxiety.
"It's nothing," he insists, his
voice shaking. "Just some...
stuff I... I collected."

Sandy looks at him, her
eyes filled with confusion
and concern. "Plankton," she
says gently. "You know you can
talk to me." She's seen his
quirks before, but never
anything like this.

Plankton's eye darts around
the room, looking for a
way out. He feels the
familiar panic rising in his
chest, his mind racing with
thoughts he can't quite articulate.
He stammers, trying to
find the right words to
explain without revealing
too much. "It's... it's just... I
was... uh... I was just...
experimenting with... uh...
new... new... new ways to... to...
keep my mind... uh... sharp?"

Karen watches her husband
with a mix of pity and
frustration. She knows
his fear of being seen as
different is overwhelming, but
she also knows hiding it won't
make it go away. "Plankton,"
she says gently. "It's okay."

Plankton's eye stops
twitching as he looks at her.
He takes a deep breath, his
body visibly relaxing. "I... I don't
want to talk about it," he says, his
voice low.

Sandy looks from Plankton to
Karen, then back again. She
can sense the tension in the
room, the unspoken words
that hang heavy in the air.
"Okay," she says slowly. "But if
yo--"

Plankton cuts her off. "Sandy,
it's nothing," he says, his voice
too loud, too forced. "Just...
just a little hobby, you know?"
He laughs awkwardly, his
nervousness palpable. "Some
people collect stamps. I just...
I just like... uh... tinkering with
these... these little things."
He tries to wave it off, his hand
shaking as he does so.

Sandy's expression is a
mix of confusion and worry.
"But Plankton," she starts,
picking up a fidget toy. "Whaa-"

"It's fine, Sandy," Plankton
interrupts, his voice strained.
"It's just...just something I
do to... to relax." He grabs
the toy from her hand,
his movements erratic. "It's
not a big de-"

But Sandy's eyes are still
on the box, curiosity
piqued. "But Plankton, why
the secrecy?" she presses, her
tone gentle but firm.

Plankton's face reddens,
his eye darting around the
room. He stammers, trying to
find a suitable explanation. "It's...
it's just a... a surprise," he
managed to get out, his voice
squeaking. "For... for the Chum
Bucket. A new... uh... gimmick."
He laughs nervously, his
hands fidgeting with the toys.

Sandy looks at him, her
concern clear. "Plankton, if
you're going through something,
you know you can talk to me."
Her voice is gentle, but the
question in her eyes is unmistakable.
Plankton's heart squeezes in
his chest, his mind racing
to come up with a plausible
explanation. He doesn't want
her pity, doesn't want to be seen
as weak.

"It's... it's nothing," he
repeats, his voice shaky. "Just
some new... uh... merchandise
I've been working on. For
the Chum Bucket," he adds quickly.
He tries to laugh, but it
sounds forced. "You know me,
always thinking of new ways to
outdo Krabs," he says, trying
to redirect the conversation.

But Sandy doesn't buy it.
"Merchandise?" she asks, her
tone skeptical. "These look
like... like some sort of therapy toys."
Her voice is gentle, but the
word hits Plankton like a
ton of bricks. He swallows hard,
his grip on the fidget toys
tightening.

Plankton's mind races, trying
to come up with a lie that
won't unravel. But before he can
speak, Chip steps forward.

"It's not for the Chum Bucket,"
Chip says, his voice steady.
"They're dad's... uh... special toys."
He looks at Plankton, his gaze
filled with understanding.
"He's special needs," he says,
his voice unwavering. "He has...
uh..."

Plankton's face goes from
flustered to furious. "Chip!"
he snaps. "That's enough!" 
But it's too late. Sandy's 
eyes widen.

Sandy looks from Chip to
Plankton, her expression a
mixture of shock and
compassion. "What does he
mean, special needs?" she asks,
carefully.

Plankton's face turns a
bright shade of red, his
hands shaking with anger.
He slams the fidget toys into
the box, his voice tight.
"It's none of your business,
Sandy," he snaps. "It's just
a..."

Sandy's eyes widen,
surprise and concern
melding together. "Plankton,
what's going on here?"
she asks, her voice gentle
but firm. "You and Karen can talk
to me. You know that."

Plankton's breathing
quickens, his hands
shaking as he fumbles to
close the box. "It's nothing,"
he insists, his voice tight.
"Just a... a little... uh...
quirky hobby."

Sandy's gaze is filled
with a blend of shock
and concern as she looks
at her friend's husband,
his usual confidence
replaced by a flustered mess.
"Plankton," she says, her voice
gentle but firm. "You're
special needs? What's Chi-"

Plankton's anger flares up.
"It's none of your concern!"
he snaps, his hands
shaking as he pushes the box
under the bed with more
force than necessary. The
stims scatter on the floor,
each one a painful reminder
of his condition. "You just
stick to your treedome and
let me handle my... uh...
quirky habits," he says, his
words clipped.

Sandy's eyes are wide,
taking in the scene before
her. She's never seen
Plankton like this, so...
vulnerable. "But, oh Chip,"
she starts, her voice
soothing. "If you're... uh...
dad's going through something, I
want to help. Chip, you told
me he's special needs. Tell
me wh-"

"Because," Chip says, "Mom
said she doesn't like that I
know he's ret-..."

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part 8

"Chip!" Karen's voice
cuts through the air like
a knife, her eyes wide with
alarm. Chip, realizing his
mistake, goes to hug his
dad. "Sorry," he says, going
up to Plankton, who puts
his arm out to stop him.

Sandy, oblivious to
Plankton's overload,
grabs his arm. "NO!"
she yells, her voice sharp.
"You do not push your son
away like that!"

Plankton flinches at her
voice. He tries to pry his
hand out of Sandy's, but
her grip is firm. "Let me go,"
he says, his voice strained.
But Sandy doesn't budge.
"You listen to me, Plankton,"
she says, her eyes flashing.
"You are not going to push
aw-"

But she's interrupted by
another seizure, Plankton's
body convulsing. Sandy's 
eyes go wide with fear, 
not knowing what to do. 
"What's happening?"
she cries, finally letting
go of his wrist.

Karen's eyes flash with anger
and desperation as she
quickly moves to Plankton's
side. She glares at Sandy.
"It's a condition," she
snaps. "And it's not for you
to judge." Her voice is
sharp, her frustration with
Sandy's lack of
understanding palpable.

Sandy's eyes widen as she
realizes her mistake, her hand
flying to her mouth. "What,"
she murmurs. "I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean-"

But Karen's fury cuts her
off. "You didn't mean to
what?" she snaps. "To 
bombard Plankton with your
yelling? To make him feel
like he has to be touched?"
Her eyes bore into Sandy,
sizzling with accusation. "This is
why we don't tell people,"
she says, her voice shaking.

Sandy's eyes fill with
remorse as she takes in the
sight of Plankton's trembling
form. "I didn't know,"
she whispers, her voice
shaking with regret. "I'm sorry,
Karen. I didn't mean to..."
Her words trail off as she
realizes the depth of her
mistake.

Karen's face is a mask of
sadness and anger as she
tends to Plankton, her eyes
never leaving Sandy. "You
didn't mean to what?" she says,
each word cutting through the
silence like a knife. "To make
Plankton feel guilty for Chip's
ignorance? He has autism, Sandy."
Her voice is low, but it
carries the weight of a thousand
unspoken words. "This is why
we don't tell people, Sandy.
This is why."

Sandy's face falls, her
complexion paler than the
white walls of the room.
"Autism?" she repeats, her
voice barely a whisper. She's
heard of it, of course, but never
considered that Plankton's
quirks could be more than just
quirks. She feels a pang of
guilt for her insensitivity.

Karen nods, her eyes
brimming with tears. "Yes,"
she says, her voice thick
with sadness. "He's been
dealing with it his entire life.
And we've worked so hard to
make sure he's comfortable,
to help him cope." She looks
at Sandy, her gaze pleading.
Her voice cracks as she says
it, her heart breaking for her
husband.

Sandy's eyes fill with tears
as she looks at her friend.
"Karen," she whispers. "I'm so
sorry." She takes
a step back, realizing the
harm she's caused. "I had
no idea. I didn't mean to..."
Her words trail off as she
sees the pain etched on Karen's
face.

Karen's expression is a
storm of emotions - anger,
sadness, and a deep-seated
frustration. "You didn't know,"
she says, her voice flat. "But
now you do. And you see what
it does to him." She nods
towards Plankton, who's still
shaking on the bed, his eye
squeezed shut as he tries to
fight off the seizure.

Sandy's eyes fill with tears
as she nods, her heart racing.
Karen takes a deep breath,
her gaze still on Plankton.
"Just be there," she says,
her voice tired. "Don't push
him. Don't make him feel...
less."

Sandy nods again, her eyes
fixed on Plankton as Karen
continues to help him through
the seizure. Her perception
of him shifts, the layers
of bravado and ambition
stripped away to reveal the
man beneath the madness.

As the seizure subsides,
Plankton opens his eye to
find Sandy still hovering,
looking at him with a mix
of fear and regret. He feels
exposed, his most private
vulnerability laid bare before
his wife's best friend. He takes
a deep breath, trying to
regain his composure.

"I'm sorry," Sandy whispers,
her voice thick with
unshed tears. "I didn't know."

Plankton's gaze remains
on the floor, his body
still trembling slightly. "It's
not for you to know."

Sandy feels the sting
of his words, her cheeks
flushing with a mix of
embarrassment and sadness.
"I just wanted to help,"
she murmurs, her eyes
filling with tears.

But Plankton can't bear
the weight of her pity,
his own anger a shield.
He turns away from her,
his body rigid with tension.

"Plankton," she says softly,
her hand hovering in the
space between them. "I'm here."
But Plankton flinches at
the touch, his body tightening.
"No," he says, his voice firm.

Sandy's eyes widen with
hurt as she withdraws her hand.
"But, I just wanted to-"
"No," Plankton says, his
voice firm. The seizure has
passed, but his emotions
are still raw, his body still
shaking from the tremors.

Karen's heart breaks as
she sees the rejection
on Sandy's face, but she
understands Plankton's need
for space. She steps in,
placing a hand on Sandy's arm.
"Let's give him some time,"
she whispers, her gaze
never leaving Plankton's
closed-off form.

Sandy nods, her eyes
brimming with tears as she
backs away slowly, not
wanting to cause any more
stress.

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part 9

Karen sighs. "It's almost
noon, Plankton. Remember
your biannual dental x-rays?
We gotta get going. Sandy
could you stay with Chip?
We won't be too long."

Karen helps him get ready,
her movements efficient and
caring. She knows the dentist
can be a sensory trigger
for him.

Arriving at the dentist's 
office, the receptionist
smiles politely. "Ah, Mr.
Plankton," she says. "We've
been expecting you." Plankton
simply nods as they enter the
waiting room. He starts rocking.
Karen notices, her hand
on his shoulder. "It's ok,"
she whispers.

"Mr. Plankton?" The
dentist's gentle voice
echoes through the waiting
room. Plankton and Karen
follow the dentist to the x-ray
area across the hall.

Plankton's heart races
as he's led into the room,
his eye darting around,
taking in the cold, sterile
environment.

The dentist, a squid named
Dr. McTentacles, notices
his distress and tries to
soothe him. "It's ok, Mr.
Plankton," he says gently. "It's
a quick x-ray and you'll be
done!" Plankton nods, trying
to compose himself. "You're
going to be ok," Karen whispers
as the dentist prepares the
machine.

He allows the x-ray film 
touch his mouth, biting
down as the images light
up. Dr. McTentacles then
removes the film. "All done!
I'm gonna go back and look
at these," he says, going out
of Plankton's earshot with 
Karen in tow.

"Mrs. Plankton," he starts,
his tentacles tapping a
screen. "Your husband's
wisdom teeth are growing in.
They're looking a bit...
misaligned," he says, showing
the images to Karen.
Karen nods, her eyes
scanning the x-rays. "What
does that mean?" she asks,
trying to keep her voice
even.

"It means," Dr. McTentacles
says, "that they might cause
some discomfort, or even
other potential problems. We
must consider extraction. I
know he has sensory issues, so
we'll need to approach this
carefully." Karen nods. "When
should we do it?" she asks.

"As soon as possible," the
dentist replies. "But we'll
have to talk to Plankton
about it. Make sure he's
comfortable with the process.
It's important that he feels
safe." Karen nods again, her
mind racing with the
implications of surgery
for Plankton. "We've got
inhalational sedative/anaesthesia
available, which should
make it easier for him."

Karen's eyes widen with
relief at the mention of
sedatives. "That...
that sounds good," she says.
"How soon can we...?"

"We'll need to schedule
another appointment,"
Dr. McTentacles says, his
tentacles still tapping at the
screen. "I have tomorrow open.
It can be done here in my office,
under unconsciousness."

Karen nods, trying to
absorb the information. She
glances back at Plankton,
his eye flickering as he
looks around the room. 
"Tomorrow's fine,"
she says, her voice tight.

As they walk back to the
waiting area, Plankton's hand
finds hers, his grip tight.
"What did he say?" he asks,
his voice strained.

Karen's heart aches as
she looks into his worried
eye. "It's your wisdom teeth,
dear," she says gently. "They're
coming in a bit... funny."
Plankton's grip on her hand
tightens. "What does that mean?"
he asks, his voice high with
anxiety.

"It means they might cause
you some pain," Karen explains,
keeping her voice calm and
soothing. "But we're going to
take care of it, okay? In the morning,
we'll come back and the dentist
will remove them." Plankton's eye
widens in fear. "They're going to
give you gas to help you
sleep through it," Karen
explains, her voice calm
but firm. "You won't feel a
thing. It's like... a nap. A
nap that makes your mouth
feel better when you wake
up."

Plankton nods, his grip
loosening slightly. "A... a
nap?" he repeats, his voice
quivering. "Okay," he says,
his shoulders dropping.
Karen can see the trust
in his eye, and she feels a
wave of relief wash over her.

"Come on," she says, her
voice gentle. Plankton nods,
his gaze on the floor as
they leave the dentist's office.

Once home, Plankton retreats
to the corner of their bedroom,
as Sandy and Chip come in. "So
Karen, how was his dentist?" 
Sandy asks.

Karen sighs. "We have to
get his wisdom teeth out,"
she says. "Tomorrow early
in the morning. You and Chip
can be in the waiting room. 
They gave special permission
to let me be with Plankton during
the procedure."

Early the next morning
Karen drove them back
to the dental office. Chip
stayed with Sandy in the
waiting area as Karen and
Plankton followed Dr.
McTentacles to his surgical
exam office.

The room was colder
than the last, making Plankton
shiver. Karen held his hand
tightly, whispering reassurances.
"It's okay, just a nap," she
reminded him.

The nurse, a crab named
Nurse Cherry, looked at 
him with kind eyes. "Let's
get you set up," she said,
helping him onto the chair.

Nurse Cherry placed a
mask over his face, and he
started to breathe in the sweet
smelling gas. "Just a nap,"
Karen murmured, her voice
getting further away. The room
began to swim, and Plankton's
body felt like it was sinking
into the chair.

The last thing he knew
was the sound of his wife's
comforting presence before
everything disintegrated into
nothing. Plankton's body
grew limp as the anesthesia
took hold.

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4 yr. ago
Perfect__Nightmare


Someone broke into our home

It was every family's nightmare.

My wife and I had the day off work, and we had taken our son 
out for lunch and some family bonding time. But as we approached our 
home, something felt off. I had a growing sense of dread the closer 
we got. As our house came into view, I could see that the front door 
was wide open. Someone had broken into our home.

I told my family to wait outside, in case the intruder was still inside. 
They obliged, and I slowly and silently made my way through our 
house. As I stepped into the living room, I saw broken furniture, 
nothing in its correct place, just utter chaos. Was this person looking 
for something? Did they have malicious intent? Why our home? Why us?

Next, I walked to our kitchen. The fridge had been emptied. Dishes and 
food were thrown all over the room. What kind of person had broken 
into our home? A homeless person who just needed food? If so, why 
had they destroyed the living room?

That's when I heard it. Footsteps in the bedroom. The intruder was still 
in our house. I took a brief moment to be grateful that I had asked my 
wife and son to wait outside. It was impossible to decipher this 
person's motives so far. But I was about to come face to face with the 
person that forcefully entered our home. And I would demand 
answers.

I crept toward the bedroom slowly, slowly. I approached the door, and 
focused on the sliver of light slipping through the crack. I could see 
faint shadows dancing in the light. I raised my hand, placed it against 
the door, and took a deep breath, readying myself for whatever may be 
on the other side.

I pushed the door open and stepped through the threshold with 
authority. I couldn't believe my eyes. I actually rubbed my hands over 
them, thinking I was imagining things. There, in my son's bed, was a 
young girl with curly blonde hair.

She stared at me with wide eyes. She must have been terrified. I must 
have been a few feet taller and at least 100 pounds heavier than her. I 
must have been a sight to see for that little girl. But she should have 
considered that before breaking into my home.

I called my wife and son to see what I found.

"Is that a human, Papa?"

"Why yes it is, Baby Bear. That's dinner."

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Losing Carrie

Carrie’s parents were deep in mourning

They had lost their daughter, without warning

Her mom moaned and wailed in deep sorrow

Her dad would call the funeral home tomorrow

Her mom looked down and in her head

She wondered, if Carrie could, what she would have said

If she could speak to them now, reach into their hearts

Tell them how they would cope, where could they start?

Her father looked down also and in his head

His mind was racing with a sense of dread

See, if Carrie could talk what she really would have said

Is, ‘Mom, please help me, he knows I’m not dead.’

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My little sister's boyfriend dumped her the week of their senior prom.  

When my boyfriend heard of this, he drove 7 hours from where we go to college so he could take her to the dance. 

Everyone there was jealous...especially her ex. 

His love for me and my family GMH.

September 8th, 2010, 9:53 AM

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My grandfather recently died, and as we were going through his stuff he had THOUSANDS of pictures of my grandmother.

Pictures of her sitting there, eating, smiling, laughing. She said he would follow her around with a camera so he wouldn’t miss a single time she smiled. 

His love for her GMH.

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Mom
Feb 22, 2012 7:06 AM

Good morning beautiful :) xoxo your imaginary
boyfriend

Thanks mom. >

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Mom
Today 14 oct 10:58 AM 

Sorry Mom, called you by
accident!

That's okay
Had vou by accident

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Sat June 26th, 2010 at 8:56pm

There's a homeless man that comes to church at least once a day.

He always sits in the back and prays and sings alone.

One day, my daughter got up and left our pew, grabbed this man’s hand, & led him to our pew and told him “no one should have to pray alone.”

Her acceptance & love for everyone GMH

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A few years ago, I was with my parents grocery shopping. 

My mom told my dad to “go and pick up anything he wants”. 

Without a word, he picked up my mom. 

Their LGMH.

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r/shortscarystories
4 days ago
TheMysticPrincess

I should've listened to the person at the funeral....

My grandma loved crafts; knitting, stitching, sewing, embroidery, if it involved yarn or thread, it was something she loved, and I loved watching it. Whenever I went to her house, I'd spend hours watching her craft while she told me stories. One of her favorite things to craft were dolls, specifically felt dolls with button eyes. They were all different in sizes, shapes, colors, clothing, but the one thing they had in common was that they always had an image embroidered in them over the heart; the images varied from cars to bottles to apples and many of them she made of people she knew. They were also her favorite things to give to people.

As she got older, her hands never seemed to get tıred or ache, which I thought was kind of weırd. She told me it was because of all her crafting that her hands were so strong. I was just a kid, so I believed her. I mean there wasn't any other explanation, right? I also began to notice whenever grandma gave someone a doll, they'd have this look of....panic in their eyes. I never asked why. I didn't think it was any of my business.

The inevitable day came and we had to bury her. There weren't a lot of people at the funerαl, which was odd; grandma knew and befriended a lot of people during her life, surely they wouldn't miss this for the world. I decided to talk to one of the few who did show up; I mentioned it and they replied

"....I'm guessing no one ever told you."

They explained that each time she'd sew a lookalike and give it to someone, they'd die the next day. A gîrl who had tried to seduce grandpa got one with the patch of a car; she ended up getting into a car crash and didn't make it. Someone who had called her a pig and tried to stuff an apple in her mouth got one with an apple; a piece of one got lodged in their trachea and they couldn't get it out in time. Her best friend who was moving away got a glass of filtered water; the autopsy showed cyanide in her b!ood. They told me more of these, but I brushed them off as coincidences; there's no way a doll could ķíľľ people. Even if it was true, it'd be over nơw.

Years later my mother diεd in her sleep, leaving me alonȩ with the house. After the funerαl, I was cleaning up her things when I found something in the bed that made my b!ood run cøld; a lookalike doll with 3 Zs as a patch over the heart. 

Which leads me to now; yesterday I found a doll outside my door and it looks like me. Over the heart is a patch of a kn*fe. I mean, it's weird, but I don't think it's anything to woŗry̕

....Why did I just hear the front door open?

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"There's monsters under my bed!" Jimmy screamed throwing himself between his startled parents. Mommy wrapped him up while Daddy offered assurances that monsters weren't real. Jimmy pleaded with him to go make sure so he pulled himself up and plodded down the hall. All was well until they heard a loud thumping noise followed by silence. 
Jimmy's mother decided to check on her husband, leaving Jimmy alone in the dark. Jimmy heard the creaks of the floor and another loud thump; then silence. Jimmy lay there, hoping that his imagination was just running wild. 
He decided to go and find out what was going on. Tiptoeing his way around the creaking floorboards he peeked in through the keyhole to see his mother wiping the floor and his father leaned over his bed. 
Jimmy opened the door slowly. His mother hopped up, hiding her hands behind her back.
"Sorry ," she said to him gently. "Your father slipped on a toy and tore your bed. He's sewing it back up and I'm just cleaning up." His dad finished and walked over to him. "Why don't you sleep with us tonight champ?" he said, as he picked him up. Jimmy fell asleep easily, safely tucked between his parents.  

Jimmy's parents seemed odd the next day. After dinner they put him to bed without a word. He realized that his bed felt very lumpy and wondered if his father had re-sewn it incorrectly. He went to find his parents, but the door was locked. He banged on it, but eventually made his way back to his lumpy bed and fell asleep. He questioned his parents 
the next morning about the bed and the door and his father sternly replied that he was too old to be afraid of monsters and they would be locking him in his room at night until he had gotten over it. That night was cold 
and sleep did not come quickly. Laying under his blanket he noticed that even with the fan blowing, something was beginning to smell. He tried to ignore it, but ended up sleeping on the floor.  

He convinced his parents to check his bed the following morning, but they found no smell or strange lumps. For lying, his father locked Jimmy in his room for the day. Time passed slowly and by late afternoon Jimmy was nauseous with hunger, made worse by the potent smell coming from his bed in the afternoon heat. Determined to find the smell, he cut open the line of stitching his father had sewn. There, surrounded by stuffing, were the decaying but recognizable, b0dies of his parents. He began to scream at the sight of their rotting skin. He kept screaming until a knock came on the door.
 
"Jimmy? Are you okay?" Came his mother's voice, then his father's, "Remember Jimmy, there are no monsters under the bed."

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Procedural Pain Management

Vaccinations are the most common source of procedural pain for healthy children and can be a stressful experience for persons of any age. It has been estimated that up to 25% of adults have a fear of needles, with most needle fears developing during childhood. If not addressed, these fears can have long-term effects such as preprocedural anxiety.

Inject Vaccines Rapidly Without Aspiration
Aspiration is not recommended before administering a vaccine. Aspiration prior to injection and injecting medication slowly are practices that have not been evaluated scientifically. Aspiration was originally recommended for theoretical safety reasons and injecting medication slowly was thought to decrease pain from sudden distention of muscle tissue. Aspiration can increase pain because of the combined effects of a longer needle-dwelling time in the tissues and shearing action (wiggling) of the needle. There are no reports of any person being injured because of failure to aspirate.

The veins and arteries within reach of a needle in the anatomic areas recommended for vaccination are too small to allow an intravenous push of vaccine without blowing out the vessel. A 2007 study from Canada compared infants’ pain response using slow injection, aspiration, and slow withdrawal with another group using rapid injection, no aspiration, and rapid withdrawal. Based on behavioral and visual pain scales, the group that received the vaccine rapidly without aspiration experienced less pain. No immediate adverse events were reported with either injection technique.

Inject Vaccines that Cause the Most Pain Last
Many persons receive two or more injections at the same clinical visit. Some vaccines cause more pain than others during the injection. Because pain can increase with each injection, the order in which vaccines are injected matters. Some vaccines cause a painful or stinging sensation when injected; examples include measles, mumps, and rubella; pneumococcal conjugate; and human papillomavirus vaccines. Injecting the most painful vaccine last when multiple injections are being administered can decrease the pain associated with the injections.

Pain Relievers
Topical anesthetics block transmission of pain signals from the skin. They decrease the pain as the needle penetrates the skin and reduce the underlying muscle spasm, particularly when more than one injection is administered. These products should be used only for the ages recommended and as directed by the manufacturer. Because using topical anesthetics may require additional time, some planning by the healthcare provider and parent may be needed. Topical anesthetics can be applied during the usual clinic waiting times, or before the patient arrives at the clinic provided parents and patients have been shown how to use them appropriately. There is no evidence that topical anesthetics have an adverse effect on the vaccine immune response.

The prophylactic use of antipyretics (e.g., acetaminophen and ibuprofen) before or at the time of vaccination is not recommended. There is no evidence these will decrease the pain associated with an injection. In addition, some studies have suggested these medications might suppress the immune response to some vaccine antigens.

Follow Age-Appropriate Positioning Best Practices
For both children and adults, the best position and type of comforting technique should be determined by considering the patient’s age, activity level, safety, comfort, and administration route and site. Parents play an important role when infants and children receive vaccines. Parent participation has been shown to increase a child’s comfort and reduce the child’s perception of pain. Holding infants during vaccination reduces acute distress. Skin-to-skin contact for infants up to age 1 month has been demonstrated to reduce acute distress during the procedure.

A parent’s embrace during vaccination offers several benefits. A comforting hold:

Avoids frightening children by embracing them rather than overpowering them
Allows the health care professional steady control of the limb and the injection site
Prevents children from moving their arms and legs during injections
Encourages parents to nurture and comfort their child
A combination of interventions, holding during the injection along with patting or rocking after the injection, is recommended for children up to age 3 years. Parents should understand proper positioning and holding for infants and young children. Parents should hold the child in a comfortable position, so that one or more limbs are exposed for injections.

Research shows that children age 3 years or older are less fearful and experience less pain when receiving an injection if they are sitting up rather than lying down. The exact mechanism behind this phenomenon is unknown. It may be that the child’s anxiety level is reduced, which, in turn, reduces the child’s perception of pain.

Tactile Stimulation
Moderate tactile stimulation (rubbing or stroking the skin) near the injection site before and during the injection process may decrease pain in children age 4 years or older and in adults. The mechanism for this is thought to be that the sensation of touch competes with the feeling of pain from the injection and, thereby, results in less pain.

Route and Site for Vaccination

The recommended route and site for each vaccine are based on clinical trials, practical experience, and theoretical considerations. There are five routes used to administer vaccines. Deviation from the recommended route may reduce vaccine efficacy or increase local adverse reactions. Some vaccine doses are not valid if administered using the wrong route, and revaccination is recommended.

Acknowledgements
The editors would like to acknowledge Beth Hibbs and Andrew Kroger for their contributions to this chapter.

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