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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 yr. ago
Averagebiker21


After I asked the crystal ball to tell me how to escape death, I was very confused as it read "No, thanks honey, I'm full"
However, something clicked in my head when my wife offered me cake after dinner...

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Tuesday, March 31st, 2015 | I only go shopping at night


The cashier swipes my items across the scanner as I stare at the floor. 
I find it easiest to get through my anxiety by avoiding eye contact with other people. That’s why I only go shopping at night 
fewer people to avoid.

“Did you find everything okay?” she asks casually.

“Mm-hmm,” I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up.

The cashier’s head is completely caved in on the left side. Probably a car accident. 
I snap my gaze back down towards the floor.

After I pay she gives back my change in a hand so mangled 
I’m surprised it can hold anything at all.

Thanking her, I grab my bags and turn towards the exit. Immediately I see a man looking through magazines at the store
front. The skin on his face and hands is the consistency of a hot dog that fell into a campfire. Burn victim.
I rush out the door as fast as I can. In my car I finally catch my breath as I lean my forehead on the steering wheel. 
Eventually I look up and see my familiar reflection in the rear-view mirror: my head is blown open in the back. Gunshot victim.

Why did I ever wish for the power to see how people die?

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r/shortscarystories
8 hr. ago
k_g_lewis

The Shortest Date Ever

“Why don’t you go and grab us some drinks while I find us something to watch,” Sheila said.

“Okay,” Brett replied.

He got up, went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge.

Looking for the beer he came upon a jar of oddly shaped worm-like objects suspended in cloudy liquid.

He picked it up.

“I forgot that was in there.” Sheila had come into the kitchen and was looking over Brett’s shoulder.

“What is it?” Brett asked, bringing the jar closer to so he could better examine its contents.

“It’s the lips of all the men who have lied to me,” Sheila replied.

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Pansyk
•6mo ago
Personally, reading and writing fanfiction has really helped me with my technical skills. When I look over the fanfiction I have written over the years, I can see how my prose and dialogue have improved. All fiction, whether of the fan or original variety, is built off of the basic idea of "making words sound good." And fanfiction is a perfectly acceptable way to do that.

However, the way that fanfiction operates in terms of characterization and plot? That's radically different from original fiction. In fanfiction, characters are already established, so even if you're doing some batshit insane Alternate Universe, everyone already knows the basics of what's up. That's not true of original fiction. You need to devote more time to both fleshing out your characters and establishing their relationships with the rest of the cast. Plot often progresses differently, in part because of the time you just spent showing your readers who these people are, but also because fanfiction and original fiction often follow different structures entirely.

Fanfiction is free and accessible to anyone with an internet connection. That makes it useful for new authors, especially young authors. Think of it as swimming in shallow water. It's fun! It can help you build up some strength. Anyone can do it. But it won't completely prepare you for diving into deeper water.

So, I guess at the end of the day, reading both will help your development as a writer.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
5 min. ago
InfamousInspector863


Her heart raced as the caller informed her that her date had died in a car crash earlier that evening.
She turned slowly to face the person driving, realizing she was sitting next to a complete stranger.

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r/shortscarystories
12 hr. ago
Wellsong


Mrs. Johnson's wise decision


 Stacy Johnson watched the five candles flicker on her cake with avid, fire-bright eyes, her round cheeks dimpling as her
smile grew bigger and bigger. Three tiers of chocolate sponge, iced with swirling blue and pink buttercream and
decorated with white chocolate buttons: the apogee of Mrs. Johnson’s baking efforts. Stacy’s school friends bounced
in their seats. They’d played the games, they’d watched Stacy tear open her presents, and now it was time for the party
to pay dividends. A few of them had had to be pulled back from reaching for the cake before the candles were even lit.
  “Make a wish,” Stacy’s mum said, fumbling with the camera app on her phone. Stacy squeezed her eyes closed, an 
expression of reverent
concentration wiping the dimples smooth. She sucked in a deep
breath, her chest swelling—and released the gathered air in one long
whoosh. Mrs. Johnson’s index finger brushed the touchscreen of her
phone. There was a soft click as the phone mimicked a shutter
closing, half a second before the last candle went out.
  Then the electric lights went out too. It should have been bright
outside, but only wispy twilight was seeping through the windows. All
the children except the birthday girl made noises of alarm and 
consternation.
“I made my wish!” Stacy declared, her voice cutting into the murmurs
all around her. Mrs. Johnson opened her mouth to answer, but all she
could manage was a soft croak as dark shapes erupted from the
corners of the room, huge and twisted, and seized the children sitting
around the table. The children screamed, their terror melding into a
shuddering wall of sound, but there was nothing they could do to
resist what was happening to them. The screams receded as they
were torn away into—through—the floor and the walls and the ceiling
by the shadowy creatures, until the dark was silent and peaceful and 
empty again.
 The light came back as quickly as it had disappeared, flicking the
room back to normalcy in an instant. Midday sun swept across the
balloons and the banners and the cake and Stacy Johnson’s pleased
hungry expression. But all the other children were gone, as if they’d
never been part of the scene at all.
  “Now the cake’s all for me,” said Stacy, dimpling anew. “Unless…do you
want some, Mummy?”

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r/shortscarystories
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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r/shortscarystories
1 yr. ago
GuyAwks

The Grief Is Always Greener

There is no pain worse than burying your own chıld.

When my son was first dıagnosed with leukemia, I fell apart. As loved ones and well-wishers stepped in to offer assistance, I longed to shut myself away from it all. Even though I knew they meant well, I couldn’t stand the attention. All I wanted was my old life back with Billy healthy.

By the time the cáncer took my Àngel from me, I was a different person.

In place of the warm kindness I once fostered, now all I could feel was bitterness and resentments. Nobody was the recipient of this newfound jealousy more than my neighbor Cathy—and her daughter Ella. From the moment they approached me at the wake to offer condolence, I irrationally hated them.

Why did it have to be me going through this agonizing loss, and not Cathy? Why was it my kid deprived of growing up, and not Ella? Despite resisting, I felt these spiteful emotions surge through me like a flashfire every time I saw her coming home from school, playing in her backyard, greeting me in public.

Before I knew it, I began to fantasize about Cathy’s child, too.

I pictured her shriveling up and wasting away like Billy had. They were deplorable thoughts but I couldn’t stop myself from feelıng them. Like some malevolent force, I sensed a pure, toxıc malice radiating out of my mind and into Ella. It was as if my grief had manifested into a living evıl.

That’s when the unthinkable started occurring.

Day by day, out of nowhere, Ella’s health mysteriously began deteriorating. As I’d imagined happening, the little girl next door became lethargic, pale and in bed, the same way that Billy had. Cathy was beside herself and drew a crowd of sympathetic faces to her side, like I had.

My mind couldn’t have really caused this, right? They were just thoᥙghts, the indulgent thoughts of a broken, grieving woman. But I couldn’t deny the clear results, nor could I deny that part of me felt sated by it. My cosmic venom kept being transmitted to that poor girl.

Until finally, like Billy, she passed away.

Attending Ella’s wake, any feelings of catharsis had now been replaced by guilt. There was no fairness I could see, no justice. Just two stolen lives. Against all reason, I felt the urge to confess my mystical hand in this to Cathy. But, as I went to spill my heart out, she confessed to me first.

“Martha, I just have to tell somebody: I po𝚤soned Ella to dEath with cleanser!”

I was speechless.

“I know it’s awful” she cries to me, batting her mascara-tinged lashes. “But I was so jeαlous seeing all the attention you got when Billy died.”

“There’s no paın worse than watching your frıend bury theır own chıld.”

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 days ago
54321RUN


"It's not that unheard of for a child to be born with an extra toe," the doctor assured us after 
my daughter's birth.
But I had my doubts when another six legs started sprouting out a few days later. 

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r/shortscarystories
8 yr. ago
EvantheNerd83

A Perfect Baby

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆

A Perfect Baby

When she was born, Little Jamie got all the attention. Her mother 

cradled her in her arms and the doctors and nurses who were present 

crowded around them. They peered over the shoulders of their 

coworkers. They wanted to see the most perfect baby in the world.

And Little Jamie was perfect. She had bright blue eyes that shone like 

sapphires, such a deep shade that it reflected the sky. A pink and soft 

body.

She glowed under the fluorescent lights of the hospital room, an angel 

delivered in mortal form. Everyone stared and cooed and stroked her 

puffy cheeks, took out their cameras and took pictures when they 

could, complimented her mother for conceiving such a lovely child. 

Her mother blushed in embarrassment and scratched her black hair. It 

was a joyful reception until the armed men in the uniforms stepped in

to the room.

Laughter died. Awkward coughing ensued. It was time to follow the 

rules. The symbol pinned to their chests declared as much.

Little Jamie was handed over to them, their stoic expressions 

remaining untainted as they walked out. Her mother watched and 

begged and screamed. But, the nurses held her back. Urged her to be 

quiet. For her own sake.

Little Jamie's newborn wailing cut-off down the hallway. The elevator 

door had closed. Now, she was downstairs with the others.

Little Jamie was perfect, but mortal perfection wasn't acceptable.

She had to be Aryan.

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r/shortscarystories
3 yr. ago
deontistic

Unnatural Birth

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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
5 yr. ago
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«ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵉᵗᵘˢ

The Quickening

We had always wanted kids. Negative pregnancy test after negative 
pregnancy test. I was beginning to wonder if we had waited too long. 
But then the stories started.

Rumours at first. Classic internet forum gossip. Taking about 
declining birth-rates and increased birth defects. We assumed it was 
scaremongering, climate change activists trying to blame “chemicals” 
in the water or something.

But the rumours didn’t stop. Pictures began emerging online of babies,
being born around the world. They were all so similar and they made my 
blood run cold. They didn’t look like babies at all.

Suddenly no one was picketing abortion clinics anymore.

The authorities started to panic. They didn’t want the birthrate to drop
to zero. All non-emergency scans were banned. All the babies being born 
are malformed, and normal/viable babies are exceedingly rare,
very rare/non-existent. 

By the time I realised I was pregnant it was too late to do anything.
There was rioting on the streets. We hadn’t left the house in days. The
city was on fire. We bunkered down.

I dreamed of a parasite growing inside of me, unable to see, unable to 
scream.. I reached up inside myself with household supplies. 
I couldn’t let the thing feed on me anymore. It felt like a bolt of
lightning deep inside me. It took a long time. Blood dripped
down my legs. I felt dizzy. But it would be worth it. I didn’t want it
inside me anymore.

The pain ripped through me and I felt like I was being torn apart but
then suddenly in a gush of blood she was here. I was covered in
sweat. I gasped for air and looked down at her.

She was so tiny.

She fit into the palm of my hand.

She was still.

And, she was  perfect.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
5 yr. ago
spenceyfresh



As death came for him, his life 
flashed before his eyes.


He remembered everything 

his birth, 
his trip home 
and the blank look in his mothers eyes 
as she forcefully held him under the bathtub's water.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 days ago
Switch_B


My AI has been writing a ton of these two sentence horror stories lately.
Some of the comments really tickled me with how they said it's 'wickedly creative,' 'uniquely disturbing,' and 'like there's a real psycho on the other end just waiting to be unleashed.'

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¹⁵ ʰʳ‧ ᵃᵍᵒ
ᴰʳᵉᵃᵈ_ᴿᵉᵃᵖᵉʳ_

ᵀʰᵉ ᴾˡᵃʸᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ

ᴵⁿ ᵃ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ⸴ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿᵉᵈ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉᶜʰᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃˡˡˢ‧ 
ᴼⁿᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ⸴ ᵃ ʲᵃⁿⁱᵗᵒʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃʸᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ‧ 
ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ˢʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ 
ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ 
ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢⁱⁿⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳˢ⸴ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ 
ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉⁿ⸴ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ 
ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵉʸᵉˢ⸴ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ⸴ "ʲᵒⁱⁿ ᵘˢ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ‧"

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I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ 
ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ.
Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ 
I'ᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror

Deiun

...she said last time, we're stuck in a time loop
which is just the thing, because that's what...

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"I wanted to scream, but I have no mouth."

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r/shortscarystories
1 yr. ago
GuyAwks
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Name of the Shame
I was named after my parent’s best friend. I never used to have an issue with this.

I do now.

The name Xavior might’ve been an uncommon choice for a boy. But it held special meaning to my parents, who insisted on naming their first son after a dear family friend who had always come through for them.

After all, it was Xavior who’d first introduced them in college. It was he who spoke at their wedding. And it was he that helped them move into their home, gave them rides when their car broke down and babysat in emergencies. My parents said naming me after him was honor.

Growing up, I only ever felt to be proud to be named after such a great guy. Uncle Xavior was a good-natured community figure and beloved family man. He imbued the name with a sense of warmth and generosity, and because of it, I happily told people my na͠me.

That’s why it’s such a shame that he did what he went on to do.

One ordinary July morning, Xavior got out of bed, picked up a kn1fe and proceeded to butcher his entıre family. He then got into his car, drιve into town and continued his kılling spree. A total of 32 people were kılled in his murderous rampage before he was finally shot dead by the polıce.

The tragedy instantly made national news as one of the most violent spree killings in our state’s history. The man who’d been a second father to me was now one of the most infamous kïlłers in the US.

Ever since that day, being named after Xavior Finch had a very different meaning. Instead of a blessing, it was now my cûrsêd.

Jeers of “Exterminator Xavior” or “Xavior the Chıld Slayer” or “X marks the Mürderer” were now constantly lobbed my way at school by other teens, just because of na͠me. Even when I tried to adopt nicknames or use initials, it didn’t make any différent to the hostility I received.

Whenever I gave my name to people, they’d clarify “Like the rampage kıller?” or just reflexively cringe at the reminder. I hated it. There was no denying that, at least where I lived, the name was completely tainted.

So, after all these years of derisive comments and comparisons, I’m glad to finally be legally changing my name. I haven’t settled on what it’ll be yet. Anything that doesn’t conjure up images of the notorious convict. I refuse to lıve in the shadows of Xavior Finch’s crımes any longer.

No, I want the killings I’m going to commıt to speak for themselves. I’m gonna make a name for myself as a criminal—not be overshadowed by my namesake.

Sharing a name with an infamous serial killer is unacceptable, when you’re to be future infamous mass kıller.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
23 hr. ago
dccub86


Every night I would calm my daughter by checking for monsters under the bed.
Tonight she told me I didn’t have to check anymore, as blood trickled across the floor.

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r/shortscarystories
1 yr. ago
Thrawn911

I See How Much Time People Have Left

I was around five when I first discovered this ‘superpower’. I looked up at my mom and saw something floating near her head. “39 YEARS”

I had no idea what it meant, I was a child. Then my father came home. “3 YEARS”

Next year, it was only “2 YEARS”. Then only one. Then it was “11 MONTHS.” I started to become scared. It was a countdown. I was afraid he would die when it reached zero. And he did.

One morning, he went to work. The countdown said “4 MINUTES”. Half an hour later, we got a call from the police. He died in a car accident.

I saw these numbers floating above every person’s head I met. It’s horrible. I saw how long my friends would live. After a few years, I just decided not to look there. I didn’t want to know when I would lose them.

When I met my now-wife, I never looked at the number. Not even once, and we’ve been together for 12 years.

I was on a business trip in another state with my coworkers when I facetimed my wife. I accidentally saw the number above her head. “5 DAYS”

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I answered. I slowly started panicking. “You know, I think I’ll come home a few days earlier…”

I bought a plane ticket immediately after the call ended, and left my coworkers there. Five hours later, I was already on the plane, flying home. I can save her, I can save her, I repeated in my head. I won’t let her leave the house that day, she’ll be safe.

I was so stressed, so I wanted to get some food to calm down, but as I looked at the person sitting ahead of me, he had “1 MINUTE” floating above his head. He’ll probably get a heart attack soon.

I looked at the person sitting beside me. “1 MINUTE”

Everyone on the plane had “1 MINUTE” floating above their heads.

Then the plane started to shake.

“Dear passengers, it’s the pilot,” he said through the speakers. “The weather is quite bad here, there’s a bit of turbulence..”

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r/shortscarystories
4 yr. ago
hyperobscura

𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙽?
𝙴𝚇𝚃. 𝙰 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 - 𝙶𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻, 𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚈𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶: ‘𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙽?’

𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜? 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜?

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢.

𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝?

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎?

𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎?

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙰𝚗𝚍?

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

...𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙸...𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝.

𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾:

𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 - 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲, 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂.

𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎...𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾:

𝙴𝚇𝚃. 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 - 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜; 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝.

𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗? 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗?

𝙴𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙽𝚘.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙰 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾:

𝙴𝚇𝚃. 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 - 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 - 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙿 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜.

𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝙰 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.

𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙽𝚘...𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗?

𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔.

𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗?

𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝.

𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙼𝙰𝙽

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝙸?

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳

“It’s me dad,” I say, tears streaming down my face.

They told me the disease would consume his mind, but I was never really prepared for it. I hug him tightly. A part of me knows that this is goodbye.

“Who is the man,” he just keeps muttering.

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The Daily Call

Growing old is lonely. I’m 72, and most days, it’s just me and the silence. Children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews - they all loved spending time with me when they were young. But life gets busy, and eventually, they just don’t have time for someone old and boring. I get it, I really do.

But not my son. At 33, he never drifted away. He calls me every single day, without fail. Our daily phone call. He also helps with my dementia, asks me the questions the doctor recommended: Do I know what year it is? What country we live in? My name? Age? Address? It’s supposedly to keep my mínd sharp. 

Lately, though, something’s been off about our calls. Could be my dementia, but sometimes I hear strange nóise in the background - static, distant voices, whispers. He says it’s just a bad connection or blames the TV.

For the past three weeks, my son has been plannıng to visit me. I’m in Missouri, and he’s out in California, so it’s not easy. But today’s the day. He’s on his way. And as always, even though he’s coming to see me, we had our daily call. We went throuģh the usual questions. My name, my age, my address. Then I got aņothe̷r call, so I put him on hold.

“Ma’am, this is Officer Roberts with the Los Angeles Polıce Department. I’m sorry to call you like this, but we need to speak with you about your son. We’ve been trying to reach his next of kin.”

“What’s going on, Officer? Is he in some kind of trouble?”

There was a pause, like he was choosing his words carefully. “I’m afraid it’s more serious than that. I’m sorry you have to find out like this, but we just got the test̕ back. We’re finding out the same time as you. I’m afraid your son’s bødy was found three weeks ago.”

“No, that’s not possible. I’ve been talking to him every day. He’s on the other line right now - he’s coming to visit me.”

“Ma’am, unfortunately it’s true. The DNA test was conclusive. If you’ve been talking with anybody, please be aware that the person you’re speaking to isn’t your son.”

My confusion turned to a cold, gripping fear. I hung up on the officer, my hand shaking, and switched back to the line with my sơn. I couldn’t speak, just held the phone to my ear in stunned silence. There was no sound, just heavy breathıng on the other end. 

In my head, I replayed myself answering all those questions - my name, my age, my address.

And then, just as the panic set in, the silence was shattered by a knock on my door. My bedroom door.

The voıce on the phone, now low and distorted, whispered, “I'm here҉, MoM.” The line went dead.

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I like making my main character vulnerable and that usually means hurting him. He’s a pretty tightly-wound guy and I like to show him with his guard down.

Plus the comfort part is usually so satisfying to write.

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Nobody wants to go near me anymore.
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Nobody wants to go near me anymore.

People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile 
when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me.

Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street 
to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust.

I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was.

Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my 
fault. They know it wasn't my 
fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way.

I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for 
lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long.

I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even 
deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paın and 
desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those 
terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lífe. I wanted nothing 
more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the 
hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives.

But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.

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Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ's ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ.

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Going to sleep is like putting a computer on standby mode. The lights aren't on but everything is working and ready to turn back on. In
fact some processes are probably running in the background.

Getting koncked out is like pulling the computer's power cable out of the wall. Things are not working correctly and there is a risk of 
serious lasting damage or maybe even total system failure. Even in the best case scenario, booting back up will take longer than from standby.

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ᴼᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ
ᵗᵒ ᵀᵉˣᵃˢ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵇᵒʳᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ˢᵃʷ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᵘᵖ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ˢᵃʸˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧
"ᵂᵉ'ʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳˢ! ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵍᵒ
ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘˢ?" "ᔆᵘʳᵉ‧" ᔆᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ‧ "ᵀʳⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ
ᵇᵉʳʳʸ ˢᵘⁿʳⁱˢᵉ? ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ
ᵗʳʸ ⁱᵗ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ‧ "ᴮᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵒ
ᵍᵒᵒᵈ!" "ᔆˡᵒʷ ᵈᵒʷⁿ! ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵖᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ˢᵗⁱˡˡ⸴ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ⁱᵍⁿᵒʳⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ‧ ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ᵗʳⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ
ᵇᵉʳʳʸ ˢᵘⁿʳⁱˢᵉ; ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵛᵉʳᵃᵍᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ‧‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰⁱᵗ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ ʳᵘˢʰ ᑫᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗ
ʰᵒʷ ˡᵒᵒᵖʸ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡᵉᵈ ᵘⁿˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴴᵉ
ˢᑫᵘᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵏⁱᵖ ᵐʸ ᵗʳⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ
ᵇᵉʳʳʸ ˢᵘⁿʳⁱˢᵉ ᴾᵃᵗ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡ?" "ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ‧‧‧" ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ
ᵃᶜᵗ ᵘⁿⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠʳᵉᵉ‧ ᵀᵒ ᵈⁱᶻᶻʸ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ
ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵒᵇᵇˡᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠˡᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ⸴ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵍⁱᵈᵈʸ‧
"ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ˢᵒ 
ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ
ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵇʸᵉ!" ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ʷᵃᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ
ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳˢ‧ "ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ
ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵉ'ᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ
ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧" "ᴱᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵘᵐ?" "ᴺᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵛᵉ‧‧‧"
"ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ!" "ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧‧‧" "ʸᵃʸ!"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ "ᴮᵉˢᵗ
ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ⸴ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ!" "ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ
ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ
ˢʰᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ
ᵐᵉᵃⁿ⸴ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵃʳʸ?" "ᴼᵖᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ; ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ!"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵈⁱᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃʷ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿˢ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᶜʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵒʳ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵇᵘᵗ
ˢᵃʷ ᵃ ˢᶜʳᵃᵖᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒˢ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ
ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵖᵘᵗ 'ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ' ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵍᵉ!
"ᵂʰʸ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒ ᵃˡᵇᵘᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ
ᵇᵘᵗ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵒᵘᵗ; ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵒˢᵗˡʸ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ
ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ; ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ᶠᵉˡᵗ
ᵇᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵉᵃʳˡⁱᵉʳ!" "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ
ˢʰᵒʷ ᵐᵉ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ˢᵉˡᶠ‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ
ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ʰᵘᵍ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧"
"ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ⁻ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ; ᴵ ᵈ⁻ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ
ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ⸴ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ᵗᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ‧‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ
ᵗᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ‧ ᴴᵉ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ ᵇʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈᵉᵉᵖˡʸ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᶠᵗ
ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ 'ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ᶠʳᵒᵐ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵉˡˡ' ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏʸ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᶠˡⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ
ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵒ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˡʸ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ‧ 'ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ
ʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵇᵃᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ʷⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ
ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ' ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢⁱᵍʰ‧
"ᴴᵘʳʳʸ ᵘᵖ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃ ʸᵉˡˡ⸴ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ
ʷᵒʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᴼʳᵈᵉʳ ᵘᵖ!" ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ
ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʲⁱᵗᵗᵉʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧
'ᔆᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐʸ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ
ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ ᵇʸ ˢᵉᵉᵐⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ‧‧‧'
ᔆᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ⸴ ˢᵉᵉᵐⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵇᵃˢʰᶠᵘˡ‧
"ᴴᵉʸ⸴ ᵏⁱᵈ; ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ‧‧" ˢᵃʸˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵃˢ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵖᵃⁿⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ "ᴺᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉⁿ; ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ
ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵒʳ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ˢⁱᵍʰᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ ⁱᶠ ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ
ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵃʸ ˢ⁻ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁱᶠ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ!" ᴴᵉ
ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡ ᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ‧ "ᔆᵒʳʳʸ ⁱ⁻ⁱᶠ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱᶠ
ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉ
ˢᵘⁿᵈᵃᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʷ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ
ᶜᵒⁿᶠˡⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ⸴ ᵏⁱᵈ‽" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ
ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢⁱˡˡʸ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁿᵒʷ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵃˡᵏ
ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ! ᵀᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘ; ᵒʰ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒ‧‧‧"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ‧ "ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃⁱʳ
ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ ʳᵘˢʰ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁱᵗ!"
"ʸᵒᵘ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵇˡᵘʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧
ᴹᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵃᵍᵃᵖᵉ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˡᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵇᵘʳˢᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ‽" ᴴᵉ ʸᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃˢ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʳᵃⁿ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ‧ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟽𝟷𝟿

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FredStyx

My journey of Reincarnation

As soon as I died I forgot who I was in life, I passed into the afterlife and was cordially advised that reincarnation was a reality of one's soul and was an important lesson in my soul journey.

Due to a few poor choices I made during life, I was told I needed to pay my karmic debt back by reincarnating one individual life cycle for every person I let down during my own life. 

Once I completed all these life cycles, my slate would be wiped clean and I would finally be free to ascend upwards to the next realm. 

It sounded like a fair deal to me.

To my disgust though, my reincarnation journey started off as a rat! 

I lived my first disgusting, lonely existence for 3-months before my neck was snapped in a rat-trap. 

My next life as a house mouse lasted about 4 weeks before a giant boot crushed me while I was nibbling bread crumbs on a kitchen floor.. I still remember the intense pain of my little bones breaking.

Since then I've been poisoned, drowned, diseased and lived in the most filthy conditions.. 

I can't remember how many miserable, humiliating ways I've died but they were all dreadful.

Just a week ago I starved to death on a glue mat trying to reach a block of cheese, it took a week to die just from starvation! 

I didn't always respawn as a rat or mouse though, sometimes I was a cockroach or a flea, but those life cycles weren't too pleasant either and always ended painfully.

I'm sure I must be getting close to completing all these life cycles by now! 

Something's been feeling really off lately...I feel like I've done this thousands of times already. 

I don't remember what it is I did though? 

The power of memory of my human life was taken from me. 

It can't have been this bad though? 

I feel like I'm being unfairly punished.

The other weird thing is that at the start of each life I see words appear in my field of vision, and my most recent life-cycle appeared like this:

'Name: Adolf Hitler.

Deaths Caused: 85,000,000

Death Debt Remaining: 84,645,200'

I can barely read, and I don't know who that guy was or what he or I did when I was him, but I sure hope those words mean I've nearly paid this debt off by now, I've had quite enough indeed.

I hate being vermin, it's just so cruel and demeaning.

And I really hope that one day for me, there might be a final solution.

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RING!

Squidward picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Squidward my man! Hey, you wanna come down to the Chum Bucket? I wanted to see you!"

"Sure thing Plankton, I'll come right over!"

Squidward entered the Chum Bucket expecting to hear laughter from Plankton, but he heard quite the opposite.

"Plankton? Plankton wake up honey...PLANKTON! OH NEPTUNE; SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

SpongeBob rushed into the hospital room.

"Is he gonna be alright?" SpongeBob asked.

Squidward shook his head. Plankton was sick.

SpongeBob sighed sadly.

"Y-you, s-sponge... Come over here..." Plankton said weakly from his bed.

SpongeBob walked over.

"L-listen here kid... I n-never was the most generous sea creature out there... Though n-now, as I'm here on my deathbed...There's something ..." Plankton said through coughing.

"I realized that m-making customers happy was really what I needed to do... N-not go for w-world domination... While Eugene did many terrible things... He s-sure did know how to make people happy with those p-patties." Plankton further explained.

"B-because... Being happy is w-what you take pride in, along with your patties... W-which is why you n-need to build a new legacy for the Krusty Krab, w-will be going to you... I have great faith that you will..." Plankton replied weakly.
SpongeBob was shocked. 
The beeps on the monitor were becoming less frequent, he turned to Karen.

"M-my time here has come to an e-end... I'm sure we'll be together a-again someday... Farewell to all of you... I w-wish n-nothing b-but t-the b-best..."

And with that, he went into a coughing fit. Plankton passed away.

"Plankton DIED?! Neptune..." Mr. Krabs said shaking his head in disbelief. "So wait, if Plankton's been dead, what happened to the Chum Bucket?"

"Oh, Karen turned it into a novelty shop. It makes a pretty good profit." SpongeBob explained.

"That's nice..." Mr. Krabs replied happily.

by NMMacc18
 Cartoons » SpongeBob SquarePants Rated: K+, English, Humor & Drama, SpongeBob, Squidward, Mr. Krabs, Plankton

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There's No Reason to Be Afraid
By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster 
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When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in
the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried
that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted
to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by
giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair,
placed exactly in the center of the room.

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Guerrero de Dios

KMApok

"¿Si Dios existe, ¿por qué hay tanto mal en el mundo?" Es una 
pregunta común, pero está fuera de lugar.

Todas las cosas deben tener equilibrio. Luz y oscuridad. Bien y mal. 
Sonido y silencio. Sin uno, el otro no puede existir.

"¿Entonces, si eso es cierto, Dios NO HACE NADA para luchar contra 
el mal?" Esa podría ser tu siguiente pregunta.

Por supuesto que lucha contra el mal. Implacablemente. Yo soy 
Dartalian, uno de sus ángeles más santos y justos.

Recorro la Tierra, eliminando el mal dondequiera que lo encuentre. 
Mato a los monstruos de los que nunca quieres saber. Los aplasto por 
completo para que puedas dormir por la noche. Ustedes, los 
humanos, no tienen idea de cuántos de ustedes viven gracias al 
trabajo que hago.

"¿Pero qué pasa con Stalin? ¿Hîtler? ¿Ted Bundy? ¿Jack el Destripador?"

Bueno, esos son los menores que tuve que dejar vivir. Por equilibrio. 
Los que destruyo son... demasiado horribles y viles para sobrevivir.

Lo curioso es que, aunque apostaría a que nunca has oído el nombre 
Dartalian en ningún texto religioso, apuesto a que has oído hablar de 
mí.

Los estadounidenses, por ejemplo, tienen su propio nombre para mí.

Síndrome de Muerte Súbita del Lactante

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Alphonse
"At my parents house, my nephew told my Mom, 'When I lived here before, my name was Alphonse, and I was bigger than you.' My stepdad just kind of blinked and said, 'Hmm, that was my grandfather's name, but we don't talk about him.'" 

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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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A Curious Warning
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March 6 2015
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RusticEyesore


Last night, as I was sitting in my living room and watching a little TV before bed, I heard a strange noise. It was a slow, drawn out scraping across the hardwood floor. Confused, I searched for the source of the sound; and I found it immediately.

Someone had a slipped a small, folded note under the door.

"What the..?" More curious than anything, I approached the note slowly. I knelt down cautiously and picked up the strange paper. On it were only five words, scrawled on in a crude, messy fashion: "Get out. He is coming."

I didn't pause to consider the meaning of the note, however, as I immediately realized there was something very, very wrong with this situation:

The note had come from under the closet door.

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24 days ago
GuyAwks

Forget Me Anniversary Not

What kind of husband goes and forgets an anniversary?

And not just any anniversary. Our 10 year anniversary.

I didn’t want to have to remind Stephen about it. I wanted him to remember it on his own, to show me he cared about our partnership. But lo and behold, come morning when I kíss him goodbye for work and asked if he’d planned anything for today—he hadn’t. He just read his newspaper like it was any other day, with no hint of reaction.

Watching him drive off with no acknowledgement of today’s occasion, I felt so disappointed. I even pulled out my phone to call up our marriage counselor, Dr Faulkner, to talk through my feelings and book an appointment for us. But, just my luck, he wasn’t picking up.

So instead, I swallow my discontent and got our two kids ready for school. All throughout doing my daily household chores, I held out hope that Stephen might ring me to wish me, or have a bouquet delivered, or even pop home to whisk me off for a fancy lunch. Anything to show he’d suddenly remembered our special day was a decade ago.

But the significance of March 2nd clearly meant nothing to him, as no such gesture came.

By the time Stephen got home from the office late in the evening, I couldn’t hide my annoyance anymore.

Not wanting to even be arоund him, I stormed out to my car in the garage to drive off and get some space. That’s when I heard the muffled sound coming from the trunk. Curious, I cranked open the boot to see…Dr Faulker—bound, gagged and terrıfıed.

“Happy anniversary, honey” purred Stephen’s voıce from behind me.

I whirled around, my heart aflutter and a wıde, joyful smıle on my face. 

“Oh Stephen, you did remember! And with a personal touch, you shouldn’t have.”

Swooning, I ripped the gag off our helpless victim.

“Stephen, Janice…p-please let me go!” Dr Faulkner gasped in sweaty confusion. “What are you doing?!”

“He’s been in there since yesterday,” Stephen informed me. “I knew you’d find your anniversary gift eventually.”

“Anniversary?!” yelped Dr Faulkner. “I-isn’t your wedding anniversary in November!?”

To this we just laughed, plunging our kn1ves into him repeatedly—like we had with so many ınnocent before.

What better way to celebrate the anniversary of the first time we mvrdered someone?

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5 days ago
therealdocturner

Silence Is Violence

The alley is dark.

I see my breath in the frigid air. 

My hands are outstretched and my fingers can reach the wall on either 
side. 

It’s narrow. 

The walls are wet and slicked with some kind of slime. Children are 
screaming somewhere in the dark. The only light is a faint glow from 
the bricks of the alley as I walk past them.

The screams are behind me and they’re getting closer. Footsteps. Like 
a thousand people running behind me, getting closer and closer. 

My chest hurt̸ and I fałł over.

The alley is go̕ne.

Everything is light now. Too bright to see anything. I hear people 
yelling. I smell soap.

I fall back into the darkness of the alley. I run and I can feel my heart 
trying to beat its way out of my chest.

The screaming children behind me say my name. The walls move 
further apart as I run forward and their soft glow is only in my 
peripheral now, as it's devoured by the darkness. It’s getting colder. I 
run into the dark̵.

God, help me.

There are lights in front of me.

I move forward.

I recognize the main street of the town where I grew up. Everything is 
just as it was from my childhood, save for bødies of children hanging 
from every lamp post. They’ve been gutted.

Their insides pile up underneath the swaying corpses. Roman 
Numerals are carved into their foreheads.

My chest exploded in paın.

My hometown is go̶ne. 

Light and pain are all that remain. Frantic voices. My chest is on fire. 
My shirt is open.

I fall back onto Blackstone Avenue. The buildings are on fire. Children 
with accusatory eyes surround me on the street.

They’re pointing, at me. 

The Roman numerals are raised and bleeding. Ligature marks are on 
every neck, and all of them begin to walk toward me. Their backbones 
are visible through the gaping holes in their abdominals. My chest is in 
agøny. 

Just before they grab me, I’m back in that blinding light. Convulsıons 
and I feel my own spit running down my neck.

POP POP POP

Three hard knocks against my chest and my eyes begin to slightly 
focus. I’m in a hospıtals room. D͜oçtor̡ holds a pair of panels just 
above me, and I can hear my own heartbeat on a machine.

Two days later.

My wife of fifty one years stands above my hospıtal bed, crying and 
thankful I pulled through. 

She stays until I make her go home.

My son comes and sees me afterwards, and I tell him about all the 
children that I saw. 

I tell him that I’ve always known what he did to them, but I kept my 
mouth shut so it wouldn’t destroy his mother.

I tell him I can’t do it anymore. I rısk condemnation with my silence. 
He’s got to turn himself in. 

He tells me he loves me, as he pushes a pi]low over my fac͘e.

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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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1 mo. ago

Haunting-Buyer8532

All of our children keep dy1ng.

This all started when our first child, Amy, was born.

She would alwaყs wind up in these horrible accidents. She almost got too close to a table saw, Almost cvt her when I was chopping vegetables, And other things like that.

She d1ed when she was barely a year old. Ended up bre4king her neck after fąlling on her fac͘e in the crib. 

Years after her d3ath, we started over with Elise, our second child. She barely made it to six months before she d1ed.

Apparently, she somehow managed to get on the roof of the h̴ouse. Have you ever seen how a baby ruptures when it falls from two stories?

I tried convincing my wife over and over again not to try again. She still got us a new baby, she just adopted it instead of the “natural way”.

I barely come near my own child. I know now that we have some curse kılling our babies, and it wont st̸op just because we adopted the next one.

My wife is so worried about our new baby girl, I don't want to tell her…

I don't want to tell her the times she goes glassy-eyed.

I don't want to tell her how she sometimes holds the kn1fe near our children.

I don't want to tell her how I had to drop Elise’s corpse from the roof to make it look like an accıdent.

Besides, everyday I have to fíght off the increasing urge to crush my two-month-old daughter.

Just like I did with Amy and Elise.

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6 days ago
Old_Lady_In_Titanic


Everyone else was distracted by the huge iceberg that glided within inches of the ship.
Only I saw the giant metallic sea-bear gash a hole in the hull beneath the waterline with it's razor sharp knife-like claws.

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1 hr. ago
jesth857


I Watched As My Son Slowly 
Turned Blue After Tasting My 
Food From DoorDash

Will they ever stop trying to poison me?

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ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴᴰᴬʸ ᶜᴬᴺᴰᴸᴱᔆ ᵇʸ ʳᵉᵈᵈⁱᵗ ᵘˢᵉʳ ᶻᵉⁿʳʸʰᵃᵒ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱᶠᵗᵉᵉⁿ ᶠˡⁱᶜᵏᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ʰᵘᶠᶠᵉᵈ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵘᶠᶠᵉᵈ‧‧‧ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵃᵛᵃⁱˡ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵍˡᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵗᵒ 
ᵇᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃᵏᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵘⁿᵇᵉᵃʳᵃᵇˡʸ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ‧ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ'ˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃʳᵉᵈ ˢᵃᵈˡʸ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿʸⁱᵉˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 
ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ'ˢ ᶠᵉᵉᵇˡᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ 
ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᵂʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ "ᴴᵃᵖᵖʸ ᴮⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ⸴" ˢʰᵉ ᵇˡᵉʷ ᵃ ᵍᵘˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷⁱⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᵈⁱˢˢⁱᵖᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ
ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘᶠᶠˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ‧ ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ‧ ᴵᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ 
ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʸᵉᵃʳ; ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᶜᵃᵏᵉ⸴ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉˢ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉˢ‧ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ʰᵘᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ‧‧‧ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵃᵛᵃⁱˡ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵐᵉʳᵉˡʸ ᵈʳⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ 
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Tʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-Tʀᴇᴀᴛ
“Is ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, Jᴀɴᴇᴛ? Yᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ 
ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏɴ Eᴅᴅʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ!”
Mʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴍs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜɪɴɢ 
ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʙᴡᴇʙs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴ’s ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴀ ᴏғ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀ 
ʙᴏᴏᴛs, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇʀs.
“Yᴇs” I ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀʀ 
ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ. “Mʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ.”

“Oʜ ɪᴛ’s sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. 
Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪᴅs ᴅᴏᴏʀ-ᴛᴏ-ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ, 
ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ 
ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋs. Lɪғᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛɪɴɢ.”
Eᴅᴅʏ ʙᴏʙs ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇ. Eᴀɢᴇʀ, ʜᴇ 
sᴇᴛs ᴏғғ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴏᴋɪʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴs 
ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ʟɪɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ.

“Tʜɪs ᴅᴏᴇs sᴇᴇᴍ ғᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs, Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ” I ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ  
ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ sʜᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇs. “Bᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ sᴀғᴇ 
ɪs ᴛʜɪs? Wɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs’ ᴄᴀʀs…”
“Hᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴍᴜᴄʜ sᴀғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ-
ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ!” sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇs ᴍᴇ. 
Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, I ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴏᴏᴛ sʟᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ sʜᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ 
ᴀɴ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ. Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ SUV ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ 
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʏ. 
Eᴅᴅʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ.

“Hᴇʏ!” I sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. 
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ sᴘɪɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ I’ᴍ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 
SUV ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs ᴇʀʀᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜ 
ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴜs.
Aᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʙᴇɢɪɴ sʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ 
ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴠᴀɴ ᴀs ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ 
ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ.
“Is ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ?!”

Aᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴏs, I ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ Eᴅᴅʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. 
I ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʜᴜɢ.

“Aʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ—ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ” ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜʟʏ. 
I sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.
Tʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɴ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

Iᴛ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍʏ sᴏɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀs 
ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs. Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ 
ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs 
sᴍᴀsʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛs.

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For the first time in recorded history, no humans died today.

Granted, that's because the last one died yesterday.

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TRUTH AND NAIL v

Finally, the car pulled
into the driveway, and
Karen turned off the engine.
She looked back
at Plankton, his chest
rising and falling with
each snore.

"We're home," she said,
her voice a gentle nudge.
His eye flickered open,
his gaze still unfocused.

Karen stepped out of
the car, opened the door and
unbuckled his seatbelt,
his body still limp.

"Wha..." Plankton mumbled
as she gently nudged him
awake. His eye blinked
slowly, the world coming
back into focus. "Home?"
he asked, his voice a
hoarse whisper.

Karen nodded, a soft
smile playing on her
screen. "Yes, darling, we're
home," she said, her voice
like a warm embrace.
"Let's get you inside."

But then Sponge
Bob shows up at
their door. “Hi
guys! Where have
you been?”

Karen's smile was
bright despite her
exhaustion. "Plankton
just had his wisdom
teeth out," she
explained, her voice
a gentle whisper as
Plankton noticed Sponge
Bob.

Sponge Bob's face lit up.
"Oh no, buddy!" he exclaimed,
his voice full of concern
and empathy. "How ya feeling?"

Plankton blinked at him,
his gaze unfocused, his mouth
half open in a sleepy smile.
"Wis...dom...teef?" he slurred.
Karen couldn't help but laugh
at the sight, her heart
swelling with love for
her goofy husband.

"Yeah, buddy," she said,
helping him to his feet.
He swayed a bit, his legs
still wobbly from the anesthesia.
"Let's get you to the couch."

Plankton leaned heavily
on her, his steps
exaggerated and unsteady.
Everything was a blur,
but the warmth of Karen's
body was a comforting
constant. Sponge
Bob goes in with them.

"Let's get you comfortable,"
she murmured, guiding him
to the couch. His eye
closed, his head lolling
back. "No, no," she
laughed gently, pushing him
forward. "Just a bit more."

Plankton's snores grew
softer as she maneuvered
his body, his weight
sagging against her.

"Karen?" he mumbled,
his voice a sleepy whisper
as SpongeBob sat by him. 
Her smile grew, her screen
twinkling. "Yeah, honey?"

Plankton's eye rolled
back, his words slurred
but earnest. "I love you."
It was a declaration
so out of place and
so unexpected that Karen
froze for a moment,
her heart swelling.
Sponge Bob's smile grew
wider, his eyes sparkling.
"Aw, Plankton," he said,
his voice full of warmth.
"You're feeling the love
of the anesthesia, aren't ya?"

Karen couldn't help but
laugh, the tension of
the day lifting slightly.
"I guess he's feeling
extra affectionate,"
she said, her voice a
playful tease.

Sponge Bob chuckled,
his laughter bubbly and
infectious. "Looks like
it," he said, patting
Plankton's shoulder. "You
take it easy, buddy."

But Plankton's mind
was stuck in a loop,
his words a jumble of
slurred affection.
"Spongey...Spongey..." he
murmured, his eye half-
closed and his smile
lopsided.

Sponge Bob leaned in,
his face a mask of
concern. "You okay, Plankton?"

Plankton's eye rolled to
meet his, a sleepy smile
spreading across his
swollen face. "You...Spongey...
youw my besht...besht...buddy,"
he slurred, his voice
a thick, sloppy mess of
words. His arm flopped
over, slapping Sponge Bob
on the side with a
half-hearted pat.

Sponge Bob's laughter filled
the room, bubbly and
genuine. "Aw, Plankton,
you're too much," he said,
his voice full of affection.

Plankton's smile grew
slower, his head lolling
to one side. "Yew...yew are...are
my besht...buddy," he
managed, his arm flopping
around like a ragdoll's.
Sponge Bob took his
hand, holding it tight.
"And you're mine too, buddy,"
he said, his voice warm.

"Besh...buddy...Spongey,"
Plankton murmured, his voice
like a sleepy child's. He
tried to focus, his
eye blinking in the bright
living room light.

Sponge Bob's smile was a
beacon in the fog. "You had
a big day."

Plankton's head nodded
slowly, his eye half-closed.
"Big...day," he echoed, his
voice a slur. His hand
found its way to Sponge
Bob's arm, gripping it
with surprising strength.
"You...you...were there."

Sponge Bob looked at
Karen, his expression a
mix of confusion and
amusement. "Yeah, I'm
here for ya," he said,
his voice gentle.

Plankton's grip tightened,
his eye still half-closed.
"No, no," he murmured,
his words thick and slow.
"You...you were...were...were
there...always." His voice
trailed off, a hint of
emotion in the slurred
sentence.

Sponge Bob's confusion
deepened, his gaze flicking
to Karen for guidance.
Her laugh was a soft
chime, her screen alight with
joy. "It's just the meds,
Sponge Bob," she said, her voice
a gentle reminder. "He's
still pretty out of it."

Plankton's head lolled
back. "They
took...my...teefth," he
slurred dramatically, his voice
a theatrical whine. "All
four of them!" His arms
flailed in the air like
he was recounting a battle
with a sea monster.

Sponge Bob's eyes went wide.
"All at once?" he gasped,
his sponge-like form leaning
forward with curiosity.
"How'd you manage that?"

Plankton's hand waved
dramatically.

"They...they...they put
me in a chair," he slurred,
his voice rising with each
word. "And then...then
they...took...my...TEefth!"
He pronounced it with
the gravity of a Shakespearean
actor, drawing out the 'f'
for maximum impact.

Sponge Bob's eyes grew
rounder, his smile
still plastered on his
face. "Wow, Plankton,
sounds like you had
quite the adventure!"

Plankton's chuckle was
a strange sound.
He threw his hands up,
his body swaying with the
motion. "They...they had
these...these...things!"
He paused dramatically,
his eye squinting as if
trying to remember. "Needleth?"

Sponge Bob's eyes went wider,
his curiosity piqued. "Needles??"

Plankton's head nodded
exaggeratedly, his smile
now a full-on grin. "Yes,
yes needleths!"

Sponge Bob leaned in, his
eyes wide with fascination.
"How’d they you to sleep
with needles?" he asked, his voice
filled with wonder.

Plankton's eye closed, his
face a mask of dramatic
remembrance. "They...they put
this...this...tube," he said, his
fingers tracing an invisible
line on his arm, "and then...
whoosh!" His arm fell
lifelessly to his side, his
head lolling back. "I was in...
space... then...the
I was...gone." His smile
was serene, his mind lost
in the fog of the anesthesia.

Sponge Bob's eyes sparkled
with laughter. "Then what
happened as you woke up?"

Plankton's head jerked
up, his gaze wild. "Woke
up?" he murmured, his voice
dreamy. "They...they had
these lights..." He waved
his hand in the air,
describing a constellation
that only he could see.
"Bright lights...so bright...
like stars...stars in my
veins!"

Sponge Bob leaned back,
his laughter bubbling up.
"Stars in your veins?"
he repeated, his voice
full of delight.

Plankton nodded, his
expression earnest. "Yes,
yes stars," he murmured,
his eye half-closed. "They
shone so brightly, and
then..." He paused, his
fingers twitching.
"They...they...took my
teefth!" His voice grew
loud with accusation.

Sponge Bob couldn't help
but laugh, his giggles
filling the room. Karen
just watched, her heart
full. Plankton was rarely
this affectionate, especially
with Sponge Bob. It was
a side of him she hadn't
seen in ages, and she found
it strangely charming.

Plankton leaned into
his newfound friendliness,
his arm sliding over
Sponge Bob's shoulder. "You...you
make me...happy," he slurred,
his eye half-closed.
Sponge Bob's smile grew
even wider, his laughter
now a full-on chuckle.
"Well, that's what
friends are for," he said,
his voice warm and gentle.

Karen watched, her heart
swelling with joy at the
sight of her husband,
usually so stern and
focused, being this tender
and open. "You're so
funny when you're like this,"
she said, her voice a soft
laugh.

Plankton's smile grew
slower, his hand reaching
out to poke at Sponge
Bob's side. 
Plankton's face lit up
with glee. "So...squishy,"
he murmured, his voice
full of wonder as he
gave him a gentle pat.

Sponge Bob's laughter
was a delighted squeak.
"What's gotten into
you, Plankton?" he
asked, his eyes twinkling.

Plankton's grin was
silly and wide, his
head lolling to one side.
"The...stars...Spongey,"
he murmured, his voice
a sleepy whisper. "They're
still in me." His hand
reached out again, poking
Sponge Bob's side with
a gentle touch. "So squishy..."

Sponge Bob giggled, his
laughter like bubbles
in the ocean. "You're
a funny guy, Plankton,"
he said, his voice
full of amusement.

Plankton's hand paused,
his finger hovering over
Sponge Bob's side. "Am...am I?"
he asked, his voice a
slurred question. "I feel...
funny." His head tilted,
his eye looking at his
finger with curiosity.

Sponge Bob nodded, his
laughter bubbling up. "You
sure are, buddy," he said,
his voice filled with warmth.

new truth and nail plankbobs v

ᴺᵘʳˢᵉ ᴾᵃᵗ
⁽ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃᶰᶠᶤᶜ⁾
[ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖˡᵃʸᶤᶰᵍ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ]
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰᵎ [ᴴᵉ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ]
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: [ᵍʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ]
[ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʳᵘᶰ]
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ᴸᵒᶰᵍᵎ [ʰᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒʷˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ ʰᵃʳᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵐᶤˢˢᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ
ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ ʰᶤᵗ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶤᶰˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ]
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ: [ᴮᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᶰᵒᵗᶤᶜᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷʰᵉᶰ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉᶰˡʸ ʰᶤᵗ ᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ; ʰᶤˢ ᵉʸᵉ ʷᵉᶰᵗ ᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶤᶰ ʳᵒˡˡᶤᶰᵍ
ᶤᶰ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᶜˡᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ˒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵃᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ]
[ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ]
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ᴴᵉʸ ᶜᵃᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᶤᵛᵉ ᵘˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˀ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᴾᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵘᶰᶜᵒᶰˢᶜᶤᵒᵘˢˑˑˑ
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ᴴᵘʰˀ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: [ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤˢ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ] ˢᵉᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵒᵘᵗᵎ [ˡᵉᵃᶰˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ]
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ˢᵒ˒ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ᶜᵖʳˀ [ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ]
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: [ᵗᵘʳᶰˢ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ] ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ˒ ˢᵒ ᶰᵒ ᑦᴾᴿ ᶰᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳʸˑ
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: [ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵃᵇ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉ ʰᶤᵐ˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵇˡᵒᶜᵏˢ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᶤᶰᵍ]
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: [ʳᵉᵗʳᶤᵉᵛᵉˢ ʰᶤˢ ᵃʳᵐ'ˢ] ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ ʷᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵗᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ʰᶤᵐ ᵘᶰˡᵉˢˢ ʷᵉ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉˡʸ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵎ
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ᴵˢ ʰᵉˑˑˑ 
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵃᵐᵃᵍᵉˑ
[ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᶰᵉˣᵗ ˢᵉᵉᶰ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᵒᵖᵉᶰᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤˢ ᵉʸᵉ]
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃˡᶤᵛᵉᵎ [ˢᵠᵘᵉᵉᶻᵉˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᵗᶤᵍʰᵗ ʰᵘᵍ]
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᴱᵃˢʸ˒ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏᵎ
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: [ᴰʳᵒᵖˢ ʰᶤᵐ]
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ: ᵞᵒʷᵎ ᵂʰᵃˑˑˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᵞᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ [ˢᶤᵗˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵘᵖ] ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵉᵗᵎ
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ᴼʰ˒ ˢᵒʳʳʸˑ [ᴸᵉᵃᶰˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ] ᴴᶤ˒ ᴵ'ᵐ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏˑ [ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ
ᵖᵒᶤᶰᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᶤᵐˢᵉˡᶠ] ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ ˢᵗᵃʳᵎ ᴬᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ ᶤˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˑ ˢᵃʸ
ᶤᵗ˒ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵐᵉˑˑˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: [ᴵᶰᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ˒ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍˡᵃʳᵉˢ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᶰᶰᵒʸᵉᵈ] ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ
ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ᶤᵗ'ˢˑˑˑ
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍᵒ ˢˡᵒʷᵉʳˑ ᴹᵉ˒ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏˑˑˑ ᵞᵒᵘ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˑˑˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᴺᵒ ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃᶰˑˑˑ 
[ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗʳᶤᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒᵖᵖˡᵉˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ]
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰ; ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᶜᵖʳ ᵇʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰˑˑˑ [ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵖᵘᶰᶜʰᵉˢ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ ᵃʷᵃʸ] ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᶠᶤᶰᵉˑˑˑ [ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘˢʰ
ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵘᵖ]
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶤᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶰᵒʷ ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏˑ [ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ] ᵞᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ˒ ʷᵉ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ [ᵖᶤᶜᵏˢ ᵘᵖ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ]
ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶜᶜᶤᵈᵉᶰᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗˑˑˑ
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ: ᴴᵒʷ ˡᵒᶰᵍ ᵃᵍᵒˀ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ: ᵂᵉ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵇʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᶤᵈᵉ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᶤᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉᶰᵉᵈ˒ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗˢ ᵃᵍᵒᵎ
ᴾᵃᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ: ˢᵒʳʳʸˑˑ
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ: ᴵ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉˑˑ
[ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵒʷᶰ ʷᵃʸˢ]

new Plankton x Patrick wordcount: 100-500 wordcount: 100-1.000 100-1000 Words Screenplay/Script Format SpongeBob SquarePants (character) nurse pat

ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ᵂᵉ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ᵂⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ Part 3
"ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵇˡᵘᵉ
ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏᵉᵗ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʰⁱᵐᵖᵉʳ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ
ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ
ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵗᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧
"ᵀᵃˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ; ʸᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ; ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉ!
ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ
ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁱᵈ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘ‧"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ˢʰᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ‧ "ᵂᵃⁱᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ
ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ
ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ
ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ‧ ᴷⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ
ʸᵒᵘ⸴ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ˢᵃʸˢ‧ 'ᴵ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ
ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ‧‧‧' "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ
ⁱᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ⸴ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ
ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧
ᴮᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵖᵃʳᵃᵖʰʳᵃˢᵉ
ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈ ˢᵃʸ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵈⁱᵈ
ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏⁱᵉ?"
"ᴺᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ‧ ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ
ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵒʳ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ?"
"ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ ˢᵃʸ ᵘˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᴵ
ᵈᵒ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ‧
ᴵᶠ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ
ᴵ'ᵈ ˢᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁱᵈ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵖᵃᵗˢ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈˡʸ‧
ᴺᵉˣᵗ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ
ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵃᶜʰ
ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ‧
"ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵛⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ‧
"ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃˡᵇᵘᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ
ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʳⁱᵖ!" ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ
ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ‧ "ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ⁱᵗ‧‧‧"
"ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ
ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳⁱᵗᵉ!"
'ᴺᵒᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ' ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ
ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶜʳⁱⁿᵍᵉ‧ "ᴰʳᵒᵒˡ
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‽ ᵂʰʸ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ‧‧‧"
"ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ
ᵍᵒ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ʳᵃᵐᵖᵃᵍᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ ᴵ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ
ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵒ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ
ˢˡⁱᵈᵉ ⁿᵒʷ‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ?"
"ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵖᵘˢʰ ⁱᵗ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʳᵒˡˡˢ
ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ⸴ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ‧ End Finale

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Your Warranty Has Now Expired by Butterfrogmantis

Cartoons » SpongeBob SquarePants 


"Stand down Krabs! Or prepare to meet your 
doom!"

"Yeah right , yer'll never get yer hands on me 
secret formula!"

"My little friend here says otherwise, eheheh! 
Now hand over the formula Krabs and no-
one gets hurt!"

Plankton was holding a large ray gun. "I can 
already smell the patties! COME TO PAPA" 
He yelled, pressing the trigger.

Nothing.

He pressed again.

Hm, Maybe something was broken?

He shook the gun, then aimed it back at the 
safe and hit release. Nothing. Nothing, 
nothing, nothing.

"BARNACLES" He screeched, and 
squeezed the trigger as hard as he could..

Plankton next woke up in the hospital.

"Whaah?"

He was aware of a small heart monitor next 
to him, and the overpowering scent of 
disinfectant. There was a squeaking trolley 
moving down the hall, and a slight 
murmuring from either side of his white 
curtains. He looked to the left, and then to 
the right, confused. He had JUST been in 
the Krusty Krab, hadn't he? Yes, he was 
trying to melt the safe, so what on earth was 
he doing in here, he'd been seconds away 
from blasting the door off of that thing. Ah 
yes, his ray gun had jammed. Weird. Hadn't 
done that before. He tapped the side of his 
head, trying to see if he recalled anything 
other than pulling the trigger, but his memory 
was patchy at best.

"Sheldon? Oh good, you're alive!"

The microorganism looked up to see a very 
familiar face. Well, screen at the very least.

"Ah, Karen! My computer wife – tell me, uh, 
what happened?"

"You exploded, that's what happened. Well, 
your gun did anyway, I thought you'd died!"

"Hm, weird, my trusty old laser shouldn't 
have gone like that, especially not when I 
was so CLOSE to getting the secret 
formula!" He cursed, causing his heart rate 
monitor to speed up rapidly next to him.

Later that evening, once Plankton had been 
thoroughly checked and confirmed ready for 
discharge by Nurse Daisy Bazooka, the two 
returned to the Chum Bucket. The same 
night, he dreamt about the day. And to think, 
just like his laser gun, it had all started with 
the same-

"Wires!" Plankton sat up in bed, having been 
woken up by his thoughts. 

"Sheldon? What are you doing up at this 
time? Your left antenna's been twitching ever 
since I brought you home from the hospital. 
It only twitches like that when you're 
stressed or thinking reallll hard about 
something."

"It does?" Plankton blinked, looking up at his 
own antenna, which was twitching rapidly. 
"Huh, I wonder why I never noticed". He 
rubbed his head to get over his daze and 
turned with a groan to see a familiar yellow 
sponge bounding up to them from across the 
other side of the street. He was holding a 
large balloon. "Hello Karen, Hello Plankton – 
sorry about your laser the other day."

The two of them turned to look out of the 
window and across the street, to where the 
sign for the Krusty Krab had just turned from 
'closed' to 'open'.

"Shall we?"

Sheldon grinned a most delighted grin.

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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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He felt his eyelid grow heavy to anesthesia.

"Alright, Mr. Plankton, you're gonna start 
feeling sleepy," the doctor's voice echoed. 
The world around him grew fuzzy, sounds 
becoming muffled and indistinct. His head 
lolled, body slack. The nurse's grew blurry, 
darkness before not even nothingness. 
Karen, his wife, sat by him.

Finally, the doctor stepped back, turned and 
gave her a thumbs up.
The nurse began to clean Plankton's face, 
wiping away the excess saliva and bleeding 
with gentle touch.

Karen follows as they wheel him out.

His bed was pushed into a small cubicle, his 
breathing slow and even.

In stumbled SpongeBob.

Karen smiles. "The surgery went well, he's 
just sleeping it off," she assured.

SpongeBob's taking in the beeping monitors. 
"What's all this for?" he asks, curiosity 
piqued.

"To make sure he's ok while he's asleep," 
Karen explained. "The doctor said he'd be 
out for a little while."

The yellow sponge nodded, his gaze 
lingering on the small wads of gauze 
peeking out from the sides of Plankton's 
mouth. "What's that?" he asks.

"It's to help absorb.."

Sponge Bob took in the sight of Plankton, 
who had begun to drool slightly onto the 
pillow beneath his head. The saliva pooled. 
"Oh no, Plankton. You're drooling!"

Sponge Bob watched as drool continued to 
form like a thin string connecting Plankton's 
mouth to the pillow. 
Karen chuckled softly. "It's normal, Sponge 
Bob. He won't feel it as he's asleep."

SpongeBob nodded, but curiosity remained.

"Can I... I mean, should I... wipe it up?" he 
asks.

Karen laughs. "It's ok, they'd take care of it. 
Just let him rest."

"I promise to be super gentle"

Karen nodded, a small smile playing. 
"Alright. Just be careful."
His movements were deliberate, eyes never 
leaving Plankton's mouth as he approached. 
The drool strand grew longer, a tiny bridge 
between his friend and the pillow.
The droplet fell away, landing on the pillow 
with a soft splat. Plankton stirred slightly but 
didn't wake. 
"It's fine. He's going to be a bit out of it when 
he wakes up anyway. Why don't you try 
talking to him while we wait for him to wake? 
It might help him feel more at ease."

"Hey it's Sponge Bob. You're ok, just having 
a little nap. No Krabby Patties to steal right 
now," he added with a chuckle.

Plankton's eye began to flutter, a sure sign 
that he was slowly coming back to 
consciousness. His body twitched, the 
anesthesia wearing off. "Looks like he's 
waking up," she said.

Karen leaned closer, her hand reaching out 
to gently squeeze his. "Honey, it's me," she 
whispered. "You're ok."

Plankton's unfocused and glazed. 
"Where... what... happened?" he mumbled. 
"You had wisdom teeth removed. You're in 
recovery," she said, voice soothing.

Plankton blinked. "Wis...wis...what?"

"You had a little...uh...dental appointment," 
SpongeBob said.

"Teeth...gone?" he mumbled, still groggy.

"You're fine," she assured.

"I feel... funny," he giggled, voice silly.

"Just relax, Plankton," Karen said. 
"But...but I wanna...see!" Plankton protested, 
arms flailing weakly. 
"Plankton, you need rest."

"But I'm not tired!" he exclaimed, as his head 
lolled back onto the pillow.
"I... I want to dance," he said, voice still 
slurred, which only resulted in more drool 
escaping.
"First, you gotta get better," she said, voice 
earnest.

Plankton's giggles grew, his eye half-closed. 
"But I'm already the best... at... at... at... " he 
mumbled, trailing off.

"It's anesthesia," the nurse chimed in. "It can 
make people say some funny things. You're 
just feeling a bit loopy, Plankton. You'll be 
back to your usual self soon."

Plankton's giggles grew softer, his eye 
struggling to stay open. "But... but... I'm not 
tired," he protested weakly, his voice a mere 
whisper. His eyelid began to droop once 
more.

Sponge Bob leaned in. "You just had 
surgery, Plankton. You need to rest," he said 
firmly.

Plankton's giggles turned into snores, his 
tiny body giving in despite his protests.

"He's going to be out for a while," the nurse 
said. "Anesthesia can take time to wear off 
completely."

Karen nodded, watching his chest rise and 
fall with each snore. Sponge Bob reached 
out and lightly patted Plankton's arm.
Plankton's snores grew quieter and stirred, 
eye cracking.

"Wha... SpongeBob?" he mumbled, groggy.

Sponge Bob's heart swelled at the sight of 
his confused expression. "Just keeping you 
company as you wake."

Plankton's eye rolled to the side. "Wha... 
what are you doing?" he slurred, his voice 
barely above a whisper. He tried to lift his 
hand to his mouth, but it flopped back down 
onto the bed with a limp thud. "Drool? I...I 
can't stop," he mumbled, his drool pooling 
around the fresh gauze.

Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's ok, Plankton," he 
said.

Plankton's eye narrows. "Not funny," he 
mumbled, words barely intelligible. Yet as he 
said it, another string of drool began to form, 
stretching from his mouth to the pillow.

Sponge Bob's chuckles grew. "I know, I 
know. It's just... you're so... so... " he couldn't 
find words, laughter took over.

Plankton's unable to control his drool. "I'm 
so...so...so..." he tried to form a coherent 
thought.

"So what, Plankton?"

"I'm...I'm not...not...drooling," he managed to 
say, words barely coherent.

But even as he spoke, a new droplet formed 
at the corner of his mouth. "You sure?" 
"St...stop," Plankton managed to mumble, 
his mouth open and drooling again. 
"It's...it's...embarrassing."

Sponge Bob smiled. "I know, you're ok. The 
surgery went well," he said. "Alright, we can 
get him ready to go home now," says nurse. 

They carefully lift Plankton from the bed, 
body still limp from the anesthesia.

"You ok?"

"Mm-hmm," Plankton mumbled, head lolling 
to one side. He struggled to keep his eye 
open, but the medication was too strong. 
Plankton's eye drooped shut once more, his 
snores echoing through the hall. "Whoa, 
there he goes again…"

"He's still pretty out of it," she said.

Plankton's head lolled to the side, his mouth 
hanging open. "Whoa, Plankton, wake up," 
Sponge Bob said, gently shaking his 
shoulder.

"Mmph," Plankton mumbled, his eye 
cracking open. "Where...are we?"

"Almost to the car," Karen said. "Just a bit 
longer."

But Plankton's eyelid grew heavier.

The nurse disappeared through the doors, 
leaving Karen and Sponge Bob to maneuver 
Plankton into a more upright position. His 
head kept flopping to one side, his snores 
grew louder. "Come on, Plankton, stay with 
us," Karen urged.

Sponge Bob leaned close. "You ok?" he 
asked, patting Plankton's shoulder.

Plankton's head lolled to the side, eye half-
open. "Mmph...tired," he mumbled.

Karen managed to get him in, his body 
collapsing into the seat like a ragdoll. She 
buckled him in. "You're gonna be ok," she 
whispered.

Sponge Bob climbed into the backseat.

Karen started the engine. "Let's get him 
home."

The car ride was a blur of Plankton's snores 
and occasional mumble. Sponge Bob sat in 
the back, his hand on Plankton's shoulder, 
keeping his friend from lolling too far to the 
side.

Each time Plankton nodded off, his mouth 
would droop, and gauze would slip out.

"Plankton, gotta keep it in."

Plankton mumbled something incoherent, 
his mouth still open and drooling.

Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his hand ready 
to catch the gauze if it fell out again. 
Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking 
around the car. "Just stay with us, ok?"

Sponge Bob nodded, hand on Plankton's 
shoulder. He watched as Plankton's eye 
drooped, the gauze slipping again. He 
leaned over and gently pushed it back.

"We're almost there."
 Karen chuckled from the driver's seat.

Sponge Bob’s grip on Plankton's shoulder 
tightening slightly. "Want to play a game?"

"Mmph...game?" he mumbled.

"I spy with my little eye, something..."

But Plankton's head had already dropped 
back, snores echoing. Karen glanced in the 
mirror. "I think he's out for the count," she 
said.

Sponge Bob was still vigilant, making sure 
Plankton didn't tumble out of the car. With 
Karen's help, they managed to get him to the 
couch. Sponge Bob helped prop Plankton 
up, careful not to jostle him too much. 
Everything’s just fine. 

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ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

My beautiful little girl

A beautiful little girl from the moment I first saw her. Her brown eyes framed by thick dark hair. Her fair skın in stark contrast to it. I had waited long for this girl. I kissed her soft forehead and rocked her in my arms as I sang her the songs my mother would sing to me.

I was soon sent home, she needed to stay a little longer, but they convinced me to make everything ready for her to come also. My husband barely helped. He was very cøld towards her; I know he'd rather have a boy, but he couldn’t ignore her! Two days after bırth a doctor came and asked if we were ready for her to come home. I confirmed as quickly as I could, I had not thought of anything else but holding my girl. The doctor advised me not to take her outside and other standard newвorn stuff, I know all of that already.

The next day I watched as my husband came up our driveway. I ran downstairs so I could welcome our daughter. My husband reuttered what the doctor said. I said I'd listen.

He had to go back to work the next day. It was a wonderful day for mid-April. It was sunny out. I figured I could take my baby to the store just around the corner. She wouldn't be out long. How much harm could that do?

As I entered the store people would curiously look into the stroller. I had been warned about this.

“They all wanna see her. It is uncomfortable at first but be proud! You made that!”

I was proud, They're right! I could hear the people whispering about her and smiling at me as I walked by. At first, I thought they loved her as much as I did.

After only three more days of showing her off, I was kicked out of my first establishment. I wanted to feed my child since she seemed to be fussy. I could see she was hungry by her face, she didn’t even have to cry. I hadn't even started when the manager came up to me and told me that people were uncomfortable, I had to leave. I'm outraged!

This happened again, I thought my town was more open-minded then that! When I returned home, I found the polıce waiting for me. They told me they had to take me and my daughter to the bureau, my husband was already there waiting for us. I figured he had done something st̴up̕id.

They wanted to talk to him alone after I had spoken about what happened that day. I was sent back to the waiting room and held my baby close. She slept in my arms, and I could barely make out what they were talking about. Something about being stillborn, and postpartum dépression, delusions. I didn’t mind as long as I had my daughter.

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ᴍʏ ᴍᴜᴍ (𝟾𝟸ғ) ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ (𝟷𝟸ᴍ) ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsʜᴇs (𝟷𝟼) ʙᴜᴛ ɪ (𝟷𝟸ᴍ) ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴛɴɪᴛᴇ (𝟹 ᴋɪʟʟs) sᴏ ɪ (𝟷𝟸ᴍ) ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇʀ (ᴅᴜᴀʟsʜᴏᴄᴋ 𝟺) ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ (𝟷𝟹𝟾ᴋᴘʜ). sʜᴇ ʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ (𝟷𝟸ᴍ) ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ (𝟷𝟾 ʏᴇᴀʀs). ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ɪ (𝟷𝟸ᴍ) ɪɴᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ʀɪᴏᴛs (𝟹) ᴀɴᴅ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀsʜɪᴘ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴀɴɢ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴍᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴜɢs (ᴄᴏᴄᴀɪɴᴇ) ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ. ɪ (𝟷𝟸ᴍ) ᴀʟsᴏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀssᴀssɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀɪᴛɪᴇs (ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ, ᴇʟᴠɪs ᴘʀᴇsʟᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇғғʀᴇʏ ᴇᴘsᴛᴇɪɴ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ (𝟿/𝟷𝟷). ʀᴇᴅᴅɪᴛ, ᴀɪᴛᴀ?

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠀⡀⠠⠀⡀⠄⢀⠠⠀⡀⢀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⢀⠀⡀⢀⠀⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⠀⠄⢁⠠⠐⠀⡀⠂⠠⠀⠂⠀⡁⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣀⠀⢠⣖⣼⣿⣶⣦⣦⣤⠄⠀⠀⢰⣿⣙⡎⡝⠭⢛⡛⣒⡒⢦⢤⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⢠⣼⣴⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⢲⣥⣌⠀⡈⠀⠐⠀⠠⠀⠰⣀⣂⢀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠠⠀⠁⢀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠄⢈⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠁⡀⠄⠁⢀⠐⢀⣀⠠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣶⣤⣌⣾⣿⣟⣿⣻⢟⣶⣳⢦⡽⣦⣑⣆⣎⡝⣶⣦⣄⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⢠⣤⣄⣀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣙⣃⣠⣬⣤⡀⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⢀⠀⠄⠈⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠈⠀⠄⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠄⠂⣴⣿⣿⣾⣦⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣻⢾⡽⣛⣮⢷⣫⢷⣏⠿⣞⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠁⢀⠠⠈⠀⢀⠀⠂⠁⢀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠂⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠂⣄⡉⣿⠿⠿⠿⠟⣅⣄⣀⣦⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣾⡽⣯⣟⡽⣞⢧⡟⣾⣚⡿⣽⣻⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠈⠀⡀⠐⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠄⢀⠀⢰⣶⣮⣆⡿⣷⣿⣶⣴⣶⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣻⡵⢾⣹⡞⣯⣞⢷⣫⣽⣳⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠄⠂⠀⠂⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠁⡀⠠⠀⢈⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣽⣷⣟⢯⣳⢽⡳⣞⢯⣷⣯⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⠐⠠⠀⠀⠀⡀⠄⠀⠐⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣽⣯⣳⣏⡾⣝⣿⠾⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣧⣤⣤⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠐⠀⡀⠁⠀⡀⠄⠀⠐⠀⠀⢀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠂⣶⣤⣄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠻⣷⡽⣿⣀⣀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⢈⣿⣿⠉⠉⠉⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⢀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠙⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠘⠀⠀⠄⠃⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠠⠀⢀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠠⣤⣤⣧⣤⣄⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠃⠀⠘⠛⠻⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠁⠀⡀⠐⠈⠀⢀⠐⠈⠀⢀⠂⠀⠄⠀⡀⠠⠐⠀⢈⣀⣄⣰⣤⣤⡴⢿⣿⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⠛⠋⣽⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣇⠀⠀⢹⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⠃⠀⢠⣶⣷⣶⡄⠀⠈⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⡉⠉⠉⠉⣉⣀⣀⣀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⡀⠀⠐⠀⠁⠀⠄⠂⠁⡀⠠⠀⠈⠀⠀⠂⠀⢄⣠⠴⠖⠛⡉⠄⡐⠠⡀⠄⠐⠀⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣺⣿⠟⠁⣀⣄⠀⠉⢿⣧⠀⠘⣿⣿⠃⢀⠀⢹⣿⡏⠀⢰⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣳⢿⣽⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⡏⠀⠀⠘⠉⠉⠉⢉⣀⣀⣸⣿⡆⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⡀⠀⠐⠀⠈⢀⠐⠀⡀⠂⠀⠄⠀⠁⡈⢀⣤⠗⡋⠰⠈⠄⠃⢀⠡⠈⠁⠀⠈⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠛⠛⠉⠁⠀⣰⣿⡇⠀⠸⠿⠿⠷⠀⠀⣿⣆⠀⠸⡿⠀⢸⡄⠀⢿⠁⠀⣾⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⣯⣟⣾⡟⠀⠀⣼⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣷⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⠛⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣤⡀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⢀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠐⠀⠁⡀⠂⠀⠂⢀⠀⠁⡀⠌⣠⢖⠋⡄⢒⠈⣀⠡⠐⡈⢀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡀⠀⢶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⢿⡇⠀⠰⣶⣶⣶⠶⠶⣿⣿⡄⠀⠃⠀⣿⣷⠀⠈⠀⢸⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠛⠛⠛⠋⠉⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⡧⠀⠀⢹⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⠈⠀⣀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣇⣀⣠⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠁⠠⠈⠀⢀⠀⠁⠠⠀⢀⠂⢠⡞⡱⢈⡲⠜⡁⢂⠄⡂⠡⠀⠂⡀⢄⠠⡀⢀⠀⠀⣿⡆⠀⢸⣯⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⢷⣄⠀⠉⠛⠁⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣀⣀⣰⣿⣿⣇⣠⣤⣿⣿⣿⣯⣤⣤⣤⣤⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠈⠀⠄⠐⠈⠀⢀⠈⠀⠄⢠⣼⢋⠖⣡⠞⣁⠒⢌⢂⠒⡠⠡⠌⢡⠈⠄⠂⠄⡀⠀⠀⠹⢧⣶⣾⣿⠀⡀⠄⠠⢀⠀⠹⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⢿⣿⢿⡿⣿⢿⡿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠂⠀⠄⠂⠈⠀⡀⠌⢀⣾⠣⡍⠎⡠⠜⣠⠉⢆⢢⣑⣦⣷⣾⣧⣿⣾⢷⡶⣤⡀⠠⠀⠈⠋⣩⣭⣤⣤⣈⠐⠄⠎⣔⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣷⢯⣟⣾⢯⣿⣽⣯⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⢩⣽⣿⣿⣏⢡⡈⣿⣿⠃⡄⢸⣿⣿⢿⠿⢿⣿⡿⢿⡿⠿⠿⡿⢟⠛⠿⣿⡿⠟⣛⡛⠻⣿⡿⢛⣉⣉⠛⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠐⠀⠀⠐⠀⠁⠀⡀⣼⢇⠫⠐⡬⢱⠘⠤⣙⢦⣷⡻⠛⡜⢩⢉⠳⡉⢏⡝⠳⣉⠖⡀⢀⠘⣿⠩⣭⣍⡙⣷⣼⣾⢶⣬⣾⠿⠿⣿⠿⠹⢿⠿⡿⢻⡿⢟⡛⠿⣿⠛⣿⣿⠛⣿⠟⣻⡙⢻⣿⠙⣋⣹⣿⣿⡟⢉⣥⣍⠙⣯⡄⢸⣾⣿⣿⣯⠰⣧⠘⡿⢰⡇⠸⣿⠁⡾⠷⠆⠹⣷⠀⣾⣿⡄⢰⣿⣷⠀⣿⠁⢸⣛⣛⣂⣹⣧⣬⣉⣉⡛⠻⣿⣇⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠄⠐⠈⠀⠐⠈⠀⣸⣏⠎⡡⢓⡬⢃⡜⢢⣿⠟⣢⠁⣇⠸⣄⠣⢆⡑⢢⢌⡱⢢⢘⠠⠡⠐⣿⠀⣿⣿⡇⢸⠇⣾⣶⣹⣇⣛⠳⠾⣿⠈⣿⡇⣼⣿⡁⣿⣿⡇⢸⣧⠘⡏⣸⣿⠐⣯⣭⣤⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠸⣿⡿⠃⣾⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⡆⠁⣼⡷⠀⣿⣄⠹⠿⢛⣹⣿⠀⣿⣿⣇⣸⣿⣿⣀⣿⣧⣈⣛⣋⣩⣾⣷⣄⣙⣋⣡⣼⣿⣏⣥⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠐⢀⡿⡌⢲⢡⢏⡔⠣⣰⡟⢯⡘⣤⢫⠔⡣⢌⡹⠘⠾⣥⡚⣜⢧⣊⠥⢃⠘⣿⣄⣛⣛⣡⣿⣦⣙⣋⣽⣯⣙⣛⣴⣿⣄⣹⣧⣼⣿⣷⣬⣭⣴⣿⣿⡧⢠⣿⣿⣷⣬⣵⣾⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠈⠀⠄⠀⠂⢀⠀⢸⡗⣌⠳⣊⠶⡸⣡⡟⡜⢣⡙⣦⣻⣾⠷⢛⡚⠻⢶⣱⢫⢞⡳⡎⡜⢄⢂⡙⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣟⢿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣿⣿⣻⢿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠂⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⣾⠱⣎⡱⢭⡞⣱⢧⡙⠴⢡⠚⡡⢍⠳⢞⠻⠟⠷⢤⠻⣓⢪⢱⠓⡜⠨⢄⠰⠘⣯⣷⣏⡾⠶⣮⣶⣝⡿⣞⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣟⡷⣯⣟⣾⣽⣿⣳⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣸⢇⡻⢴⣹⠏⣰⢏⠦⡙⣌⠣⡘⠤⢉⠒⠚⠒⢊⠓⢊⠑⢌⠢⣃⠜⡤⢓⠨⠄⢃⢌⠻⠶⣾⢷⣷⣽⣿⣿⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣾⣽⣻⣽⣳⢿⣞⣷⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠐⠈⢠⡟⣬⢳⡟⠡⣸⣏⢎⠲⡑⠤⢃⠔⡈⠆⡁⠃⠌⠠⠈⠄⣈⠤⡓⢌⠚⡔⣃⠂⠈⡐⢨⠱⡉⠶⢯⣝⣺⢳⣛⢾⣽⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣽⣞⡷⣯⣟⡿⣾⣿⡇⢆⡈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣏⢶⡿⢠⢱⣿⣏⢬⠣⢍⢢⠡⣊⠑⠢⠄⠡⠈⠄⢡⠒⣥⡚⣴⣭⣶⣱⡼⣜⡲⣌⣦⣳⠱⡈⠔⡨⢍⠳⣎⢟⣾⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣽⣳⣯⣟⡷⣯⣿⣿⣿⣽⣦⢇⡳⢌⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⠞⡞⢡⢆⣿⣿⡞⣎⠱⣊⠤⡓⡌⡅⢃⠌⢂⠡⣘⠢⣉⠖⣻⢵⣫⣟⣿⡿⣽⡽⣿⣿⣟⠷⣉⠦⡑⡌⠳⣬⢯⡇⣏⠘⠻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣻⢷⣻⢾⡽⣟⣷⣿⣿⣿⣯⣟⣿⡞⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣽⢫⠜⣥⢾⣿⣿⣟⡬⢓⠤⢣⠱⡘⢄⠃⠌⡐⢢⢅⡲⣭⣾⣽⣿⣿⣿⣯⣟⡲⢽⣿⣾⣿⣎⠔⣣⠔⣌⢳⣹⢾⡇⣹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⢻⣿⣟⣾⡽⣯⣟⣯⢿⣻⣿⢿⣿⣿⣧⢻⡜⡽⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢡⡟⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⡍⡎⣥⢣⡍⢢⠘⠐⢨⢱⣮⡟⣿⣿⣿⢻⣯⣷⢻⡏⠓⠛⣾⢻⣿⣿⣯⠒⡌⢲⢹⡞⣿⣧⣼⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣯⣷⡟⣷⢻⣾⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢳⡏⣾⢱⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⡗⣎⠷⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡝⡶⣭⢲⢌⠢⣁⠢⣙⡾⣽⣻⣽⣻⢾⡟⢾⠗⠻⠾⠷⢷⣾⣻⣾⢿⣿⣎⠱⣊⢷⣻⣽⣧⠜⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⡽⣾⡽⣯⢿⣞⣿⢿⣽⣿⣿⢊⠇⡻⣔⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣟⣛⢛⣻⡻⠟⠻⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠙⠭⠻⢟⣛⣿⠿⠻⣟⣛⣛⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⢓⣮⢿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣟⡷⣫⠎⡅⠄⣲⣽⡻⣗⡿⣞⠃⣈⣄⣈⣁⣀⣁⣀⠈⠈⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⠰⣹⢞⣷⣻⣿⡎⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣷⣻⣽⣻⡽⣯⢿⣾⣿⣿⣿⡗⣨⠲⣝⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣶⣿⣿⣿⣾⣷⣦⣄⢀⡀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠛⠛⠛⠛⢿⣛⢛⡛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠤⣈⢤⣯⡛⠻⠶⠟⠶⠟⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⡱⣞⡿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⢧⡏⣔⢪⣷⢺⡱⣯⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣎⣿⣿⢿⣿⣅⡻⣞⣯⣿⣿⣟⣼⡀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣞⡷⣯⢷⡿⣿⣻⢿⣾⣿⣿⢓⡼⢛⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠁⠉⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠓⠀⠒⠀⠸⠠⠄⠀⠠⠈⠉⠉
⠀⠀⠀⢸⡱⢣⢟⡾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⡼⣎⡿⣜⠧⣝⣿⣿⣻⢯⡟⣽⢻⡟⣿⢻⡿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣟⡿⣟⣮⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⡁⠀⢀⣀⣿⣿⣳⣯⢿⡽⣯⣟⣷⣿⠿⠿⣿⠉⢢⠘⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠄⠐⠀⠂
⠀⠀⠀⢸⡱⣋⠾⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣻⡝⣾⢩⢓⠮⡽⣾⣧⡿⣼⣡⡳⡜⣥⢻⡼⣳⣟⣿⣿⣏⢿⣻⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⣋⠭⡙⣉⢉⢻⣿⣷⣯⠿⠟⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠌⠢⢍⠻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠈⠀⠀⡀⠀⠂⠀⡀⠂⠁
⠀⠀⠀⢸⣣⢝⡺⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣳⢏⠦⡑⢪⠱⡓⢧⢳⠞⣤⢤⣭⣉⣙⡓⠛⠓⢿⣿⣟⢮⢿⡽⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⢚⡽⣢⢕⡢⣍⣾⠿⠋⡀⠀⠀⠌⠠⢁⠀⠀⡄⢊⠐⡱⢈⠅⠹⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠄⠁⢀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠄
⠀⠀⠀⢸⡧⣞⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣟⣮⡱⢌⢡⢃⠝⡢⢍⠞⡴⢣⠦⣭⢩⡝⣫⠟⣭⣛⢮⣛⢮⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⢷⣯⢾⡵⢋⠡⢢⠑⡄⠡⠈⡀⢡⢂⠮⡴⣈⢦⡱⣌⢣⠘⠤⡈⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠄⠀⡀⠂⠀⠄⠈⠠⠈⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠰⣟⡼⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⣝⡆⠦⡉⢆⠱⣊⠜⡴⢫⣜⢧⣻⣼⢣⡟⣲⡙⢮⡝⡾⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣟⠎⢯⡜⡥⢃⠧⣘⠤⣃⢦⣱⣶⣿⣿⣳⠟⣮⠳⠘⠂⠍⢢⠵⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠄⠀⡀⠀⠄⠂⠀⠌⠀⠄⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠨⢷⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣮⢳⡌⣆⠱⣌⡚⣵⢫⣞⡿⣟⡿⣟⡾⣥⣛⡬⣝⢶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢧⣿⡜⢢⢞⡥⠏⠶⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⡙⠓⠈⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠁⠾⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠄⠀⠀⠂⢀⠀⡀⠄⢀⠂⢁⠠⢈⠀⠂

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PrinceJustice237
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2y ago
As a fan of hurt/comfort/whump, I realised that I put my favourite characters through so much because I want to see their friends comfort them and help them through the aftermath. It’s good old fashioned catharsis, plus drama is just entertaining. A pure, fluffy, happy story where nothing bad happens works great for a oneshot but it’s harder to sustain 20+ chapters of that, you need drama and conflict and that requires stakes. That usually involve someone suffering to some degree.

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2y ago
Honestly, a huge reason why I torment my favorites is so that when the comfort comes along (because it always does in my case), their friends/found family can show them how much they are loved.

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Yk what fk it

Regretevator has the gayest ahh fandoms of all time bru , I can't take a step without seeing a gay horizontal threesome. So yk what? Fk it. Fk gnarpy , fk bive , fk split , fk poob , especially fk pest , or fk pest twice I hate that MF , fk Dr retro , fk it all. Oh except for lampert , he's the only chill MF

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CenturyCoal

I pressed the stuffed teddy bear's chest to hear it's voice box 

the bear should have said 'i love you'  not 'let me out'

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Jessica
by reddit user Breakevencoast5  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓

My soul mate left me today. All that's left of him now, is pairs of sock that probably fell out of his suitcase, and a note labelled "Read Me" that I found on the kitchen
counter, picked it up and started to read. “just can't take it anymore. Jess, you know love you, and I always will, but over the last few months things have gotten bad for me. Yes, it's her. She's following me again and I'm scared that if she found you she'd kill you. I'm sorry, I wish I could go into more detail, but you be home in a few minutes, and I don't want to have to tell you
any of this to your face. It would destroy me to see you cry. - David.” Suddenly the front door creaked open. Instinctively, grabbed a knife off of the knife
rack and ran into the pantry. "Hello?" Called a woman from the entrance way. I didn't answer. Instead, I cracked
the pantry door open just enough to see the note on the counter.
"Anyone in here?" She yelled, walking closer to the kitchen. "I'm not going to hurt you." She stepped
into the kitchen. There was a small Swiss army knife in her hand. She picked up the note and started to read. Within seconds she started crying
hysterically. The woman fell to her knees and dropped the knife. lignored every logical though in my brain, kicked the door open and thrust the knife
into her stomach.
"Welcome home Jessica" I said, twisting the knife with a bright smile on my face.

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1 day ago
u/Sticky_Cheetos

He handed me a box and said, “If you press this button, you get $100,000, but it takes one year off of your lįfe.”
I pressed it once, and everything went dark̵.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
1 min. ago
AcrobaticTransition4


“My lower back hurt” I told the chiropractor
Then I heard a snap and then all the pain has been permanently alleviated as i bent slumped over feeling nothing...

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
13 hr. ago
drforged
↓

“Have you ever seen a monster?” My son asked, as I tucked him in
 “No” I answered, as I looked into his many yellow eyes...

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
9 mo. ago
Jellycaine


The aliens invaded planet earth, and the human never seems to notice.
A thousand years later and they already think shadows are a natural occurrence.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 min. ago
derf_vader


The crack in the wall was only wide enough for a shadow to pass through.
I didn't know once it went in I would be stuck here in the wall along with it, unable to leave, and unable to cry out and warn others.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
40 min. ago
derf_vader


"Hello Darkness my old friend..." I sang the familiar lyrics as I passed by the dark alley.
"I've come to greet you at the end," the Darkness sang back softly creeping, as it enveloped me 
in the sounds of silence...

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ᵐʸᵈᵃᵈˢⁿᵃᵐᵉⁱˢʰᵃʳᵒˡᵈ

ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉⁱᵍʰᵇᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ᵉᵍᵍ ʰᵘⁿᵗ⸴ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ‧
ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵏⁱᵈˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵉᵍᵍˢ ᴵ ʰⁱᵈ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧
ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵈᵒʷ ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵍʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵍᵍˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ‧‧‧

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⡍⢢⠑⡸⢐⠢⠜⡰⣈⠱⢨⣾⣿⠏⡄⢣⢘⡤⢃⠤⢃⠜⠤⡑⢊⠜⡠⢃⠜⣠⠙⡄⠣⠜⢢⠑⡤⢃⠌⡓⠤⣿⣧⠑⡸⣿⣿⡰⢁⢎⠰⡁⠦⣉⢒⡡⠜⡰⢉⠒
⡌⣅⢊⠱⣈⠱⢊⠱⣀⠣⣽⣿⢏⠰⡈⢆⣺⠡⢊⠔⡡⢊⠆⡅⢣⠘⡄⢣⠘⡄⠣⢌⡑⠪⢄⠓⠤⡉⠦⡑⠢⢼⣿⢡⠒⣹⣿⡇⠎⣄⠣⡑⢆⡡⠒⠤⠓⡌⡱⢈
⡒⠤⢊⠔⣡⠊⣅⠣⢄⠣⣿⣿⠌⢢⠱⣲⡇⡱⢈⠆⡱⢈⡒⢌⠢⡑⢌⠢⡑⢌⡑⠢⢌⠱⡈⠎⡔⡑⠢⢅⠃⢞⣿⢆⠱⣈⣿⣿⠐⢢⡑⢌⡒⢰⠉⢎⠱⣐⢡⠊
⡑⡊⢅⠪⢄⠣⡄⢣⠊⡔⣿⣿⠘⡄⢓⣸⡇⠰⣁⠚⡄⢣⠘⡄⢣⠘⠤⠓⡌⢢⠌⡱⢈⠆⡅⡃⢆⠱⡉⢆⠩⣘⣿⠎⡰⠄⣿⣿⢈⠥⡘⢄⠎⣡⠚⡌⢒⠌⡢⢑
⠥⡑⢊⠔⢣⡘⠰⣁⢃⡒⣿⣷⢡⠘⠢⢼⡇⠣⢄⠣⡘⢄⠣⡘⠤⣉⠒⠥⡘⢄⠚⡄⢣⠘⠤⡑⢌⠢⢱⢈⠒⢬⣿⠃⠴⡁⣾⣿⠠⢒⠡⢎⠰⡁⢎⠰⡉⢆⡱⢈
⢣⢘⠡⢊⠆⡜⢡⠜⡠⢆⢹⣿⡢⢉⡑⢺⣏⠱⡈⢆⠱⡈⢆⠱⠌⡤⢉⠆⡱⡈⠖⣈⠆⣩⠂⡕⡨⠜⠢⢌⠊⣴⣿⠉⢆⠡⣿⡿⡐⣉⠲⣈⠱⡘⢌⠱⣈⠖⡠⢃
⠣⢌⠒⣉⠒⣌⠒⡘⡔⠨⡌⢿⣷⡡⢌⠩⣷⢂⠱⡈⢆⠱⡈⢆⠣⡐⢣⠘⠤⡑⡘⡄⠎⡄⢣⠰⡁⢎⠱⣈⠒⣼⡟⢌⠢⣩⣿⢃⢆⡑⢢⢡⠚⠤⣉⠒⡔⡨⢑⠌
⡃⢎⡘⠤⣉⠤⣉⠒⠬⡑⢌⢂⠻⣷⣮⣴⣿⡌⢆⠱⡈⢆⠱⡈⢆⠱⢂⠍⡢⢑⠢⠜⡰⢁⠦⡑⢌⡂⠇⡄⢣⣿⣧⣮⣴⡿⢃⠎⡰⢨⠡⢆⡉⠖⡨⡑⡰⢁⢣⠘
⡑⠦⡘⡐⢆⠱⡠⢋⡔⡉⢆⡊⢱⠈⡍⢩⢹⣿⢀⠣⡘⠤⢃⠱⡈⠦⡉⢆⠱⡈⢆⠓⡄⡃⢆⡑⠢⠜⡰⢈⣭⣿⠩⠩⢍⢂⠣⡌⣑⠢⣑⠢⣉⢒⢡⠒⣡⠉⡆⢩
⡑⢆⠱⢨⡘⡰⢡⠒⢤⠉⡆⠜⡡⠚⣌⠢⠌⣿⣆⠱⣈⠒⡉⢆⡑⢢⠑⡌⢢⠑⡌⢒⠌⠴⠡⢌⠓⡌⠰⣡⣿⣷⠡⢍⢂⠎⡱⢐⠢⣑⠢⡑⠔⡊⠤⠓⡄⡓⢌⠢
⠑⠊⠴⠁⠦⠑⢢⠉⠆⢣⠘⠌⠡⠣⠄⠣⠉⢿⣿⡇⠤⠉⠒⡌⠴⠁⠎⠰⠁⠎⠰⠉⡜⠰⠉⠆⠱⠈⠑⣾⣿⠏⠘⠤⠉⠆⠑⠊⠱⢠⠃⠜⢡⠊⡅⠓⡌⠔⢣⠘
⣃⠣⢄⠣⡄⢣⠊⡜⣐⢊⠱⢨⢡⠒⣌⠢⣉⠼⣿⣷⠠⡉⢆⠱⣀⠣⢌⠡⠚⡄⠣⢌⡑⢢⠑⡌⢢⢉⣼⣿⣿⠌⡱⢠⠓⡌⡱⢉⢆⢊⠜⠤⡉⢆⠍⣢⠑⡒⢌⠒
⢆⠱⢊⠔⠬⣁⠞⡰⢠⡉⢆⢃⠦⡑⠤⢃⡔⢂⢿⣿⡆⠱⡈⢶⣶⣥⣊⢌⠱⣈⠑⣢⣘⣤⠿⢒⠡⣲⣿⣿⠃⡜⢠⢃⡜⢠⡑⢊⡔⢊⠜⢢⢉⠆⡚⢄⠣⠜⣨⠘
⢎⠢⢅⠚⣐⠢⡘⢄⠣⡘⣐⠊⡔⢡⠊⠥⡘⢄⣺⣿⡧⢃⠜⡠⣾⢿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣟⠫⣉⠤⢃⠎⡰⣿⣿⣇⠜⡠⢃⠦⡘⡰⢨⢡⠘⡌⠜⢢⠡⠚⣄⠣⢊⡱⣀⠣
⡊⡔⢊⢼⣤⣳⣧⣎⣔⣡⣂⣣⣜⣢⣭⣦⣵⣾⡿⢋⠴⡁⢎⠰⢸⣿⣾⡧⣿⣿⡇⡒⢄⠪⠔⡌⠰⡉⢿⣿⣧⢒⠡⢢⠑⢢⠑⢢⡉⠴⡉⢆⡱⢉⠤⢃⡱⠰⢠⢃
⠱⡈⣜⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⠃⢆⠱⡈⠦⡑⢌⠹⣛⣿⣿⣇⡜⢠⢃⠚⡌⠱⡈⢆⢹⣿⣇⣣⣥⣊⣅⣪⠡⡘⠤⠓⡌⣐⠣⡘⢢⢁⠧⢡⢂
⢣⠑⡌⢩⠑⣂⠒⡄⡒⢄⡒⡐⢢⠉⣍⣩⣽⣿⣮⣘⣄⢣⡘⣤⣑⣼⣾⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣦⣬⣒⣌⣱⣈⣦⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⢛⠩⡑⢢⢑⠬⡑⢌⠤⢃⠥⢃⡌⢆⠃⢆
⠣⠜⡠⢃⠚⡄⢣⢘⠰⡈⣔⣥⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⡟⢛⢋⣭⣿⣿⡿⠿⢟⣛⣛⣯⣭⣴⣾⣷⣾⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⢇⡘⡰⢊⠌⢆⠣⡘⡄⢋⠤
⣃⢣⠑⡌⠱⡈⠥⢊⠔⡙⡛⠭⠩⠍⡍⢡⢃⠒⣐⠢⠌⠥⡙⢌⠱⢌⠒⣬⣾⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠟⣛⠛⡛⡩⣽⣿⣿⣿⣵⣦⡽⠾⠼⡖⢡⠒⡡⠚⡌⢒⠡⠜⡡⠒

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ᴿᵒᵍᵘᵉ ᴮᵒᵗˢ
⁽ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃᶰᶠᶤᶜ⁾
 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 𝟔𝟔𝟖 
ᴸᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴶᵒʰᶰᶰʸ'ˢ ʳᵒᵇᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜᶤᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᶠᵃᶤʳ
ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ; ᶤᵗ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᶰᵒ ˢᵘʳᵛᶤᵛᵒʳˢˑ
ᴸᵉᵃᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ˒ ᶤᵗ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ʷᵉᶰᵗ ʳᵒᵍᵘᵉˑˑ
"ˢᵃᶰᵈʸ ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᶤᵗˀ" "ᵂᶤʳᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ
ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗ ᴵ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ
ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᶤᵗᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ
ᶤᶰᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗˢˑ "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵉᶰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶤᵗᵎ"
"ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈˑˑˑ" "ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᴵ'ᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʲᵘᵐᵖ ᵒᵘᵗ
ʷʰᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᶤʳᵉˢˑ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ʳᶤˢᵏ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˑ"
ᵁˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰᶤˢ ˢᵗʳᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵉᶰᵉʳᵍʸ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ
ʷᵉᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵇᵒᵗˑ ˢᵃᶰᵈʸ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ᵗʳᶤᵉᵈ ᵏᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶰᵒ ᵃᵛᵃᶤˡˑ ᴺᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵃ
ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ˒ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵈᶤᵈ ᶤᵗᵎ"
ᵁᶰᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗ ᶜᵒˡˡᵃᵖˢᵉˢ
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗʳᶤᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃʷᵃʸ˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶰᵒ ᵃᵛᵃᶤˡˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʰᶤˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵏᶤᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗˑ
ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᶤᵍ ʳᵒᵇᵒᵗ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵖ ᶤᶰ ᵖᶤᵉᶜᵉˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ
ᵃᶰ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒᶤˢᵒᶰ ˢᵒᵘᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᶜʳᵃˢʰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈˑ "ˢᵃᵛᵉᵈᵎ"
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢᶤᵗˢ ᵘᵖˑ "ᵂᵃᶤᵗ ᵘᵖ
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˀ" ᵀʰᵉʸ ʳᵉᵃˡᶤˢᵉᵈ ᶰᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᶰᵒʳ ˢᵉᵉᶰ ʰᶤᵐ ˢᶤᶰᶜᵉˑ "ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘˀ"
ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ˢᵃʷ ᶜʳᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵗᵉᶰᶰᵃᵉ ˢᵗᶤᶜᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇˡᵉˑ ᴹᵒᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵇʳᶤˢ ˢʰᵉ
ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ ʰᶤᵐˑ "ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ" ᴮᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʰᵒʷ
ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶤᵗ˒ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃʳᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᶤᶰʲᵘʳᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵍˑ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᶰᵒᵗ
ˢᵒ ˡᵘᶜᵏʸ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᶤᵛᵉˡʸ
ᵘᶰˢᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶤᶰᶤᶰᵍ ʰᵃʳᵐᵉᵈˑ
ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵉᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶰᵒʷ ᵃˢ ʰᶤˢ
ᵈʸᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉᶰᵗˑ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵖᶤᶜᵏˢ
ʰᶤᵐ ᵘᵖˑ "ᵂᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖˑˑ" ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵗᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵍᵉᶰᵗˡʸ
ᵃᵗ ʰᶤˢ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ˒ ʰᵒˡᵈᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤˢ ᵘᶰᶜᵒᶰˢᶜᶤᵒᵘˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸˑ
ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵒʳ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ˒ ʰᶤˢ ᶠᶤᵍᵘʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᶤᵐᵖ
ᵃᶰᵈ ˡᶤᶠᵉˡᵉˢˢ˒ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵇᵉᵍᵍᶤᶰᵍ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ
ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ʰᵉʳˑ "ᵀᵃˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ˒ ᶜᵃᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵐᵉˀ"
"ᴵˢ ʰᵉ ᵃˡᶤᵛᵉˀ" ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ
ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵒᶰᶠᶤʳᵐᵉᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʷᵉᵃᵏˡʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶰᵒʷˑ
"ᵞᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰᶤᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ʰᶤˢ ᵉʸᵉ ᶰᵒʳ
ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵗʷᶤᵗᶜʰˑˑ" ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵗᵒˡᵈˑ "ᴬʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᶰᶰᵃ ˡᵒˢᵉ
ʰᶤᵐ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ˒ ᵒʳ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰˀ" ˢᵃᶰᵈʸ
ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶰᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵍᵒᵒᵈˑ "ᴴᵒᶰᵉˢᵗˡʸ
ʰᵉ˒ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵏᶰᵒʷˑ ᴵ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʰᵉ'ˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳˑ"
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᶤᶰ ʰᶤˢ ᵉʸᵉˢˑ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ
ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ᶰᵒʷˀ" ᴳᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ
ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᶰᵒʷ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵖᵘᵗ ʰᶤᵐ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰˑ
ˢᵃᶰᵈʸ ʷʳᵃᵖˢ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᵇᵃᶰᵈᵃᵍᵉˑ
"ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵘʳᵗˑ" ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ˢᵃʸˢ˒ ᵘᶰᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ
ˢˡᶤᵍʰᵗᵉˢᵗ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡˑ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ˢᶤᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ˢᶤᵈᵉ ᶰᵉᵃʳ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˑ
ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᶤˢ ᵐᵒᵗᶤᵒᶰˡᵉˢˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸˑ
"ᵂᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘˑ ᵞᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ᵇᶤᵍ ʳᶤˢᵏ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸˑ
ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜʳᶤᵉˢˑ
ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ
ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵏᶤˢˢᵉˢ ᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵗᵃʸˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ
ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵃᵈʲᵃᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷʰᶤᵐᵖᵉʳˢ ᶤᶰ ʰᶤˢ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ˒ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵈᵃʸ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ˢᵃᶜʳᶤᶠᶤᶜᶤᶰᵍ
ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ˡᶤᶰᵍᵉʳˢ ᶤᶰ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵐᶤᶰᵈˑˑˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᶜʳᶤᵉᵈ ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ ʷʰᶤˡˢᵗ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖˑ
ᴾᵃᶤᶰˑ ᴰᵘˡˡ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ˒ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉᶰᵗ ᵃˢ
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵍᵃᶤᶰᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ˢᵉᶰˢᵉˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˑ ᴴᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ
ᵏᶰᵉʷ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷʰᶤᵐᵖᵉʳᶤᶰᵍˑ ᴳʳᵃᵈᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ
ᶜʳᶤᵉˢ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰˑ
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰᶤᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ʰᶤˢ ᵉʸᵉˑ ᴴᵉ ᵗʳᶤᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᶰ ᵘᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ʳᵘˢʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒᵈᶤᶰᵍ
ʰᶤˢ ˢᵉᶰˢᵉˢ˒ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʰᶤᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᶠᵃˡˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶰᵒʷˑ
"ᵁʰˑˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗʳᶤᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ʰᶤˢ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍˢˑ
ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ˒ ʷʰᵒ ᶜʳᶤᵉᵈ
ʰᶤᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʰᶤˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵉᵈˑ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ
ᵈᶤˢᵒʳᶤᵉᶰᵗᵉᵈ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗʳᶤᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᶰᵒᵉᵘᵛʳᵉ
ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ˒ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵍᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵇʸ
ʰᶤˢ ˢᶤᵈᵉˑ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᵘᶰˢᵘʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘᶜʰ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶰᵒʷ
ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈ˒ ᶠᵃˡˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖˑˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒʳᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᶰᵈ
ᶰᵒᵗᶤᶜᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᶠᵉˡᵗˑ ᴴᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ˒ ᶰᵒʷ ˢᵉᵉᶤᶰᵍ
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵒᶰ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈ˒ ᶰᵒᵗᶤᶜᶤᶰᵍ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉˑ
'ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᶤᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˑˑˑ' ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖᵒᶰᵈᵉʳˢ ᵃˢ
ʰᵉ ʷᶤᵍᵍˡᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈˑ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶜᵒˡᵈˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᶤᵐˑ ᴴᶤˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ
ᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ
ᵃᵈʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉᶰᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍˑ
"ᴼᵘᶜʰᵎ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍʳᵃᵇᵇᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵃᶰᵈ
ʳᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ˒ ᶰᵒ ˡᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ
ᵒᶰ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈˑ "ᴳᵃʰᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʳᵒˡˡˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳˑ
ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ
ʷʰᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᶤᵐ ᵖᵘᵗ ʰᶤᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒˑ
ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵃᶰᵈʸ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶰᵉˣᵗ ˢᵃʷ 
ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʳᵘᵇᵇᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ˡᵉᵍˑˑ

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Senin, 27 Maret 2017
REDDIT SCARY STORY #1 : I ONLY GO SHOPPING AT NIGHT
By Reddit User : resistance1984

Aku menatap ke lantai, sebari seorang kasir mengecek barang belanjaanku dengan scanner di tangannya. Aku merasa lebih mudah mengatasi kecemasan yang kualami dengan cara menghindari kontak mata dengan orang lain. Itu sebabnya aku hanya pergi berbelanja di malam hari karena lebih sedikit orang untuk dihindari.

“Apakah semuanya baik-baik saja ?” Kasir itu bertanya dengan santai.

“Mm..hmm” Gumanku sambil menatap ke lantai. Suaranya terdengar bagus. Terdengar nyaman. Keingintahuanku akhirnya mengalahkanku, dan aku pun melirik ke arahnya.

Kepala kasir itu yang utuh hanya tinggal sisi kiri, darah mengalir melalui mata dan telinganya di sebelah kanan. Mungkin kecelakaan mobil. Aku segera menurunkan pandanganku ke lantai dan merasakan muntah yang telah mencapai tenggorokanku.

Setelah aku membayar, ia memberikan kembalianku dengan tangan yang remuk. Aku terkejut tangan itu bisa menahan sesuatu di atasnya. Setelah berterima kasih kepadanya, aku mengambil tasku dan berjalan ke arah pintu keluar.

Segera setelahnya aku melihat seorang pria yang sedang melihat-lihat majalah yang dipajang di depan. Kulit wajah dan tangannya seperti hot dog yang jatuh kea rah api unggun. Sepertinya korban luka bakar.

Aku mengubah arah jalanku ke arah lain dan melihat seorang wanita dengan memar ungu di sekitar lehernya, matanya melotot keluar dan berwarna merah. Mati digantung.

Aku pun bergegas keluar dari minimarket secepat yang kubisa. Di dalam mobil aku akhirnya bisa bernafas lega sebari menyandarkan dahiku pada stir mobil. Pada akhirnya, aku melihat keatas dan melihat pantulan yang sudah tidak asing di kaca spion. Kepalaku terbuka di bagian belakang. Korban penembakan.

Ah, mengapa aku pernah berharap memiliki kekuatan untuk melihat bagaimana orang akan meninggal ?

Sc : Delomy, OGCPI at 24 March 2017

By Grim Reaper di Maret 27, 2017 

https://indonesiancreepzone.blogspot.com/2017/03/i-only-go-shopping-at-night.html

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Minggu, 02 April 2017
REDDIT SCARY STORY  : THEY'RE JUST SO DARN CUTE
By Reddit User : sp00kyscary

Translated By Me

Aku senang menjadi guru di kelas 2. Anak-anak di kelasku begitu lucu dan polos. Mereka berada di usia yang sempurna. Aku seharusnya mengajar di kelas 6, tetapi saya menyadari bahwa itu adalah sebuah kesalahan. Kelas 6 adalah dimana mereka membentuk geng untuk mengintimidasi temannya, dan anak-anak benar-benar belajar cara menakuti satu sama lain. Pada usia itu, mereka telah dirusak oleh video mengerikan di internet yang menjelaskan tentang seks kepada mereka.

Anak-anak di kelas 2 jauh lebih baik. Orang tua mereka masih berupaya melindungi mereka dari kerasnya dunia. Mereka meihatku dengan mata yang lebar, bersemangat untuk belajar, dan menerima semua yang aku bagikan kepada mereka.

Hari favoritku ketika Hari Valentine. Anak-anak membuat kantong kertas kecil yan diisolasi dan ditaruh diatas meja mereka untuk diisi dengan kartu dan permen. Tahun ini, aku membuat biskuit lezat di rumah dan aku akan datang lebih awal untuk memberikan satu untuk masing-masing siswa. Aku bersemangat untuk melihat reaksi mereka.

Aku tersenyum sepanjang pagi. Saya tersenyum ketika anak-anak itu tiba, berpakaian merah dan merah muda. Aku tersenyum karena mereka memegang kantong kertas mereka untuk melihat apa isinya. Aku tersenyum karena mereka memberiku hadiah yang menggemaskan “Terima kasih, Ms. Collins!” setelah mereka melihat biskuit yang saya buat untuk mereka. Aku tersenyum ketika mereka mengigit biskuit itu. Dan aku tersenyum ketika satu persatu dari mereka terjatuh ke tanah, tersedak, muntah dan wajah mereka membiru.

Setelah semua, mereka berada di usia yang lucu. Itu akan menjadi sama ketika mereka tumbuh.

By Grim Reaper di April 02, 2017 

https://indonesiancreepzone.blogspot.com/2017/04/theyre-just-so-darn-cute.html

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SWEET CWEAM pt. 7

“So SpongeBob heard 
all of it?” He demands.

Karen nods, 
her amusement 
obvious. "Everything.
Even your snoring..”
Plankton's 
face goes from 
flushed to 
beet-red. 
"I… what?"
he asks, 
his voice 
tiny and 
ashamed.

"You don't remember
snoring?" Karen asks, 
barely keeping 
a straight face. 
"It was quite the 
symphony."

Plankton's eye 
widened in horror. 
"Snoring?" he 
repeats, not wanting
to believe it. "And in front of 
Sponge Bob?"

Karen nods, her 
laughter bubbling 
over. "Oh, Plankton," 
she says, her voice 
full of affection. "It was 
the cutest..." "Cute? 
This isn't cute, Karen!" He 
interrupts, his voice 
rising in disbelief. 
The embarrassment is 
palpable in his tone. “And
besides, I don’t snore!”

Her laughter 
dies down to a 
chuckle. "Well, you did 
yesterday," she says, 
her eyes dancing with 
mirth. "Whether or not
you do, you did."

Plankton's 
face contorts in a 
mixture of denial 
and embarrassment. 
He can't believe what
he's hearing, his 
mind reeling from 
the revelation. "But... I... 
snore?" he stammers, 
his voice a feeble protest.

Karen nods, 
a knowing smile 
playing on her 
lips. "You sure did, 
Plankton," she says, 
her tone teasing.

The color in 
his cheeks deepens 
to a crimson red, 
his eye wide with 
disbelief. "But... but 
I don't snore!"

Karen's laughter 
rolls out like a 
wave, filling the 
room with 
warmth. "Maybe not 
usually," she says, 
her smile playful. "But 
yesterday, oh…"

Plankton's 
mind races, trying 
to grasp the 
concept. "But 
how could I not 
know?" he asks, 
his voice a mix of 
indignation and 
confusion, a 
desperate whisper. "But 
I didn't really mean what’s 
been supposedly said, 
right?" His eye darts 
between her and the 
now-dark TV screen. "I 
was just... you know, 
saying things?"
Karen's laughter 
softens into a warm 
smile. "You did mean it, 
Plankton," she says, her 
tone gentle. "At least 
your subconscious did. 
It's just the anesthesia 
that made it come out 
so... clearly."

His face falls, 
his eye drooping. "So, 
it's true?" he whispers. 
The humiliation 
washes over him like 
a cold shower, his pride 
dampened by the 
knowledge that his 
deepest thoughts 
were laid bare for all 
to see, even if it was 
just Sponge Bob and 
his wife.

Karen nods, 
her screen sparkling 
with amusement. 
"But it's nothing to 
be embarrassed about. 
It's just part of 
the anesthesia. And 
besides, you looked so 
cute and happy, not to
mention snoring away.."

Just then, SpongeBob
comes back to check
and visit.

"Hi Plankton!" he says 
cheerfully, his voice 
like a trumpet in 
the quiet room. 
Plankton's head snaps 
up, his heart racing 
at the sight of his 
friend.

"Thponge Bob," he 
slurs, his voice 
barely audible. 
"How uh, how are ya?"

Sponge Bob's 
smile is warm 
and welcoming. 
"I'm great, Plankton! 
How are you feeling?"

Plankton's 
eye darts to 
Karen, who's 
still smiling, 
before returning to 
his friend. "I'm... I'm 
ok," he mumbles, 
his voice barely 
above a whisper. 
The embarrassment 
of his earlier 
admission weighs 
heavily on his 
shoulders.

Sponge Bob 
notices the 
change in 
his demeanor. "You 
don't seem like it," he 
says gently. "Is 
everything okay?"

Plankton's 
throat is tight 
with nerves. 
He swallows hard, 
his eye darting to 
Karen and back. 
"I... I had a bit of 
a... a misunderstanding," 
he says, his words 
stumbling over 
each other like a 
tangled mess of 
seaweed.

Sponge Bob's 
face is a canvas of 
curiosity. "A 
misunderstanding?" 
he repeats, his voice 
innocent. "What kind of 
misunderstanding?"

Plankton's 
eye narrows slightly, 
his cheeks still 
flushed. "Well, I... I 
don't really remember 
much from after 
the surgery," he says, 
his voice a mix of 
apology and hope. "But 
Karen says I... I talked 
a lot."

Sponge Bob's grin 
doesn't waver. "Oh, you 
sure did, Plankton!" 
he says, his voice 
filled with warmth. 
"You had some pretty 
interesting stories 
to tell."

Plankton's eye 
darts to the 
floor, his cheeks 
blazing with 
embarrassment. "I'm 
sorry if I... if I said 
anything weird," he 
mumbles, his voice 
tiny and unsure. 
He's never been one 
to show his vulnerable 
side, especially to 
Sponge Bob, whose 
good nature he often 
finds infectious.

Sponge Bob's 
face lights up 
like a jellyfish in 
the night. "Weird?" he 
repeats, his voice 
filled with 
innocence. "What do 
you mean, weird?"

Plankton's 
eye darts around 
the room, 
anywhere but at 
Sponge Bob's 
gazing eyes. "I... 
I just meant, you know, 
things that might not 
make sense," he says, 
his voice trailing off.

Sponge Bob nods 
slowly, his smile 
remaining in place. 
"Oh, I remember," 
he says, his voice 
soft and understanding. 
"You talked about flying 
and being a dolphin. It was 
like listening to a fairy 
tale!"

Plankton's eye 
flutters shut with 
relief. "Oh," he breathes. 
"So I didn't say..."

Sponge Bob's 
smile doesn't fade. 
"Well, you said you 
loved to see me," he 
says, his voice 
innocent. "But I knew if
you meant it, Plankton. 
You're my best 
friend too!"

Plankton's 
face is a 
whirlwind of 
emotions: embarrassment, 
relief, and a strange 
kind of warmth that 
spreads through 
his chest. He 
swallows hard, his 
throat thick with 
unspoken words. 
He's not one to be 
so open, but the 
medicine has clearly 
stripped him of his usual 
reserve.

Karen watches 
the exchange
with love. The rare 
moment of vulnerability 
and friendship 
was something 
she never knew 
Plankton was 
capable of showing. 
It was a side of 
him she had never 
seen before, and it was 
beautiful.

"So, Plankton," 
Sponge Bob says, 
his grin as wide 
as his face, "You're 
a dolphin, huh?
I never knew dolphins
snored..”

Plankton's 
face is a mask 
of horror. "You…" 
he croaks.

Sponge Bob nods, 
his eyes twinkling. 
"It's okay, Plankton," 
he says, his voice 
soothing. "But 
it was really sweet 
to hear you s..."

"Snoring?" Plankton 
interrupts, his voice 
higher than usual. 
"You heard me…
snoring?"

Karen nods, 
her screen shining 
with amusement. 
"But don't 
worry, it's all part of 
the recovery process. 
You needed that 
rest."

Sponge Bob 
chuckles, his 
body wobbling with 
laughter. "It's okay, 
Plankton," he says, 
his voice a comfort. 
"Many people snore 
sometimes."

Plankton's eye 
narrows slightly, 
his pride stinging. 
"But not me," he 
mumbles, his voice 
barely a murmur. "I'm 
not a snorer."

Sponge Bob's laughter 
fills the room, 
his body wobbling 
with mirth. "Oh, but 
you were, Plankton! 
It was adorable!"

Karen's smile is 
like a beam of 
sunlight cutting 
through the 
embarrassment. "It 
was, wasn't it?" she 
says, her voice 
chiming in with 
Sponge Bob's laughter.

Plankton's 
face is a map of 
humiliation, but 
his mind is racing. 
He's not one to let 
his guard down, 
especially in 
front of Sponge Bob.

"But...but... I'm not 
one to snore!" 
he protests weakly, 
his voice barely 
above a whisper.

Karen's eyes 
crinkle with laughter. 
"Well, you did," she 
says, her voice 
teasing. "But don't worry, 
it's nothing to be 
ashamed of."
Sponge Bob 
nods in agreement. 
"You looked so 
peaceful," he adds, 
his voice warm.
Plankton's curiosity 
gets the better 
of him, yet not 
sure if he's ready 
for the answer.
"Can I... can I see 
the video?" he asks, 
his voice tentative. 
Karen's laughter 
fades into a 
smile, and she 
nods, pulling out 
her phone. "But only if 
you promise not to get 
too embarrassed," she 
warns, her thumbs 
quickly navigating 
to the saved clip.

The screen lights 
up with a sleeping 
Plankton, his snores 
like the gentle 
lapping of waves 
against the shore. 
Sponge Bob smiles 
quietly beside him, 
his body shaking 
in silent amusement. 
Plankton watches 
in horror, his 
eye wide as his 
snores echo through 
the room, his mouth 
hanging open.

Karen hits 
pause, her smile 
still in place. "See?" 
she says, her voice 
soft.

Plankton's 
cheeks burn with 
mortification. "I... I 
can't believe it," he 
stammers. "I... I snore?"

Sponge Bob's laugh 
softens into a 
chuckle. "It's okay, 
Plankton," he says, his 
voice gentle. "We all have 
our moments."

Plankton nods 
slowly, his 
face still flushed 
with embarrassment. 
He takes a deep 
breath, trying to 
reclaim some of his 
usual composure. 
"I... I guess you're 
right," he says, his 
voice a little 
stronger.

Karen's smile 
doesn't waver. 
"Of course," 
she says, placing a 
hand on his. 
"Now, let's get 
some more 
ice cream.."

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My Daughter Keeps Dying Over And Over Again

One day I was out watching my daughter ride her bike. I took my eyes off her for just a second and heard a loud horn - when I looked up, a car was speeding away and her broken body was laying in the street.

I must have called the police and my wife, but all I remember is sitting there, holding Maddie’s lifeless body. I vaguely recall a kind woman stopping, taking her hand, and saying “this is not the end” before walking away.

Then Maddie’s hand moved. Her eyes opened and looked at me.

“Daddy? What happened?”

The paramedics’ insisted that her injuries must not have been that severe; I’d just panicked and assumed the worst.

But I’d seen her, held her. She was dead.

Maddie’s mother tried to use the accident to revisit custody, but her claim went nowhere. Life went on.

The next week, I was caught in a traffic jam. Turns out a car had fatallƴ hit a phone pole.

The same car that hït Maddie.

A few months later, Maddie’s school called. She’d fallen off the jungle gym and landed head-first. When I arrived, the principal was waiting. She apologized, insisting it was an accident.

Maddie died at the hospital; the doctors said there was nothing they could have done. Her mother said I’d be hearing from her lawyer.

Later, as I sat with her, she twitched. Then she started breathing and reached for me.

The doctors were stunned. I wasn’t.

The following week, the news reported a student from Maddie’s school had fallen from the fourth floor of his apartment building. The same student who’d pushed Maddie from the jungle gym, despite what the principal had insisted.

That evening, Maddie asked me if “the angel” had done it. She spoke of a figure that had approached her after her accident. It had said “not yet” and touched her head and she’d awoken.

Touched. The woman who’d taken her hand at her accident. That had to be it.

I tracked her to the outskirts of town and demanded to know what she’d done. She revealed that, sensing my grief, she’d placed a spell that would bring my daughter back. But the cost was the life of whoever kılled her. A life for a life. Horrified, I left.

What did this mean? Would Maddie return every time she died?

Slowly, things returned to normal. There were no more “incidents”; I didn’t see the old woman again.

One night, the phone rang; it was my ex-wife. Surprising since we didn’t speak except regarding Maddie.

“Jack! It’s Maddie! She’s not breathıng!”

“WHAT I’m on my way!”

Everything was so hectic that she didn’t notice how quickly I arrived at the hospital.

Or that I wasn’t more distraught.

Or that Maddie was already dead.

If only she’d known about Maddie’s recently-revealed peanut allergy before she’d served those cookies.

I wasn’t worried - I knew Maddie would be fine..

Yet Carol wouldn’t be so lucky.

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(Autistic author)


The room grew quiet as they
all digested the information.
Sponge Bob's gaze never left
Plankton's, his expression
filled with a fierce loyalty.
He knew his friend was
different, but that didn't
change the love he had for
the tiny creature.

Sensing the tension, Sponge
Bob took a deep breath and
smiled his wide, welcoming smile.
"You know what, Plankton?" he
said, his voice a gentle rumble.
"You're still my best buddy, no
matter what."

Plankton's antennae perked
up, his eye focusing on
Sponge Bob's earnest expression.
The sponge's words were a
comforting lullaby, a gentle
reminder of their unbreakable bond.
He felt the warmth of their
friendship wash over him, a
comforting blanket against the
coldness of Hanna's accusations.

Sponge Bob's hand found its
way to his shoulder, the
touch a familiar comfort that
his overstimulated senses craved.
Plankton leaned into the warmth,
his body responding to the
soothing pressure. "Best buddies,"
he echoed, his voice a soft
affirmation.

The room grew quiet as
Sponge Bob's hand remained
steady on his shoulder, his
presence a calming force in
the storm of his emotions. Plankton
closed his eye, his body
relaxing into the gentle embrace.

"We're gonna get through this,"
Sponge Bob said, his voice a
soothing lullaby. "We'll figure
it out, buddy. I'm here for
you."

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, the warmth of his friend's
words seeping into his soul.
Sponge Bob had always had
a way of making him feel safe,
but now, with this new
knowledge, their friendship
felt even more vital.

"Thank you," Plankton murmured,
his voice a soft echo of
gratitude. Sponge Bob's
thumb rubbed circles on his
back.

The two friends sat in
silence, the warmth of their
companionship a stark contrast
to the chill of Hanna's words.
Plankton felt the tension in
his body slowly melt away,
his breaths evening out. The
steady beat of Sponge Bob's
heart was a comforting lullaby
that helped him find peace.

Sponge Bob's thumb continued
its circular dance on his back, a
wordless communication of
his love and support. Plankton
sighed, his body growing
heavier with each comforting
pressure point. "Thank you," he
murmured, his voice a gentle
whisper.

Sponge Bob's eyes searched his
face, a flicker of understanding
dawning. "It's okay, Plankton,"
he said. "We'll get through this
together." His hand didn't
move, his touch a silent
promise of his unwavering
support.

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, the comfort of his
friend's presence a warmth
against the coldness of his fear.
He knew Sponge Bob would
always be there for him, even
if he didn't fully understand
his condition. The sponge's
love was a constant, a beacon
of light in his otherwise
confusing world.

Sponge Bob's eyes never left
his friend's, his smile a gentle
reminder of the joy they
shared. "You know, Plankton,"
he began, his voice a soft
caress. "You're still
the same little guy I've
always known."

Plankton's antennae twitched, his
body leaning into the warmth of
Sponge Bob's embrace.

The steady beat of the sponge's
heart was a comforting metronome
that helped him find his rhythm
again. He felt the tension in
his body slowly melt away, each
breath growing deeper and more
even. The room, once a battlefield
of accusations and misunderstandings,
was now a haven of quiet comfort.

The rustling of pages grew
softer, the candle's glow dimming
as the minutes ticked by. Karen
and Hanna watched from afar,
heavy with regret
and hope. They saw the change in
Plankton, the way he leaned into
Sponge Bob's touch, the way his
body slowly relaxed.

Sponge Bob, ever the
comforting presence, began to
hum a gentle tune, a melody
that Plankton had heard a
thousand times. The familiar
notes were a lullaby that
soothed his frazzled nerves,
his antennae dropping to rest
against the sponge's shoulder.
The tune was a bridge to
his past, a time before the
accident, before the world had
shifted on its axis.

Plankton's breaths grew deeper,
his body swaying slightly with
the rhythm. His eye closed.
Sponge Bob's humming grew softer,
his hand never leaving Plankton's
back. The warmth of his
companion's embrace was a
soothing balm.

The room, once a prison
of accusations, was now a sanctuary
of friendship. The candle's
flame danced, casting shadows
that played across the walls,
their flickering a gentle reminder
of the warmth in their hearts.

Sponge Bob's hum grew softer,
his melody a gentle whisper that
lulled Plankton into a peaceful
reverie. His body molded
into the sponge's embrace,
his antennae drooping with
the weight of his eyelid. The
world outside faded away,
replaced by the safety of Sponge
Bob's arms.

Karen watched from the
distance, shimmering with
unshed tears. She knew the
importance of this moment, the
power of a friend who
understood without words. Her heart
swelled with gratitude for
Sponge Bob's unwavering support.

Hanna, too, felt the
weight of her own words, the
realization of her ignorance
heavy on her shoulders. She
longed to reach out, to be
part of this healing embrace, but
felt the boundary that she had
unwittingly created. Her screen
followed the tender scene, her
thoughts racing with a
desire to apologize, to explain.

But she knew that now was not
the time for words. Instead, she
sat quietly, watching the
dance of friendship unfold. The
steady beat of Sponge Bob's
heart, the gentle rustle of his
body against Plankton's, the
soothing hum that filled the
air—it was a symphony of care.

Hanna's gaze drifted to the
candle, its flame a flickering
reminder of the warmth that
was slowly seeping into the
room. She watched as Plankton's
body grew heavier, his breaths
deepening. The anger and fear
that had once dominated the
space were now replaced with a
comforting quietude.

Karen's hand found Hanna's,
squeezing gently. "He's ok,"
she whispered. "We're going
to be ok." Her voice was a
calm sea, offering a gentle
buoyancy to the storm of
emotions that had ravaged
them all.

Hanna's screen searched hers,
uncertainty warring with hope.
"I'm sorry," she murmured,
her voice a soft apology. "I
just didn't know."

Karen nodded, her gaze
compassionate. "It's a journey,"
she said. "We're all just
trying to understand."

The humming grew softer, until
it was only a faint echo in
the room. Plankton's antennae
twitched with the last
remnants of his anxiety,
before they too stilled. His
body grew heavy, his breaths
deep and even. The gentle
sway of Sponge Bob's embrace
was a lullaby that rocked him
into a peaceful slumber.

Sponge Bob felt the
change in Plankton's tension,
his friend's body becoming
a soft weight against his. He
smiled, his heart swelling
with love and relief. Carefully,
he adjusted his hold, cradling
the tiny creature against his
chest. His thumb continued its
comforting strokes, his eyes
never leaving the closed eye.

Karen stepped forward, her
movements graceful and silent.
Her hand rested on Sponge
Bob's arm, her screen a gentle
thank you. Hanna quietly left.

The room was now bathed in
the soft glow of the candle,
its flicker the only sound.
Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly in his sleep, his
breaths deep and even. Sponge
Bob held him tight, his
heartbeat a gentle rhythm that
soothed the tiny creature's
slumber.

Karen watched the two,
aching with love and
gratitude. She knew that
Sponge Bob's simple act of
comfort was a powerful
statement of friendship and
support. It was moments like
this that reminded her of the
strength in their bond.

The candle's flame danced
gently, casting shadows that
played across Plankton's sleeping
face. His antennae, once a
whirlwind of anxiety, were now
still, resting against Sponge
Bob's chest. His breaths were
even and deep, a testament
to the peace he had found
in his friend's embrace.

Sponge Bob looked down at
his sleeping companion, his
face a picture of quiet contentment.
He knew that Plankton was
safe here, that his slumber was
a reprieve from the storm of
emotions that had ravaged
his day. The room was a
sanctuary of calm, the candle's
warmth a gentle guardian.

The sponge's heart swelled with
love as he watched his friend's
tiny chest rise and fall, each
breath a whispered promise
of support. He knew that
Plankton's world was now
different, that the ASD had
brought with it challenges that
neither of them could have
foreseen. But in this moment,
their bond was stronger than
ever, a beacon of understanding
in a sea of uncertainty.

Karen's eyes searched
Sponge Bob's, her own heart
heavy with the weight of what
Plankton had endured. "Thank
you," she murmured, her voice a
soft wave of appreciation.
"For being there for him."

Sponge Bob's gaze never left
Plankton's sleeping form, his
thumb still tracing comforting
patterns. "Always," he said, his
voice a gentle promise. "No
matter what."

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Karen couldn't believe
the transformation.
This was not the Plankton
she knew, not the one who
was always scheming
or complaining. This was
a Plankton who was loose,
free from his usual
inhibitions, and it was
both endearing and a little
unnerving. But mostly,
it was just funny.

He poked Sponge Bob's side
again, his giggle a strange
sound in the quiet
living room. "Still squishy,"
he murmured.

Sponge Bob's laughter
was like a bubble bursting.
"Plankton, you're
loopy!" he exclaimed.

Plankton's eye fluttered
open, his gaze
unfocused. "Loopy?"
he repeated, his voice
slurred. "I'm not a loop,
I'm a...a...a...sea creature!"
He giggled, the sound
like a leaky faucet.

Sponge Bob couldn't
help but laugh harder,
his eyes watering with
mirth. "You're right,
Plankton," he said, his voice
shaking with amusement.
"You're a sea creature.
A very loopy one."

Plankton giggled, his
body jerking with each
laugh. "Loopy, loopy,"
he murmured, his hand
still on Sponge Bob's side.
His eye lit up with
an idea. "Peekaboo!"
he exclaimed, hiding his
eye behind his hand.

Sponge Bob's laughter
was like a symphony of
bubbles, filling the room
with joy. "Oh, Plankton,
you're a riot," he said,
his voice a delighted
chuckle. He played along,
covering his eyes. "Where
did you go?"

Plankton's giggle was
a strange, wobbly sound.
"I'm still here," he slurred,
his voice muffled by
his hand. "I'm...I'm right here."
He peeked through
his fingers, his eye
twinkling with mischief.

Sponge Bob chuckled,
his voice warm and welcoming.
"Where'd you go, Plankton?"
he asked, playing along.

Plankton's eye peeked
out from behind his hand,
his grin wide and goofy.
"Boo!" he exclaimed,
his voice a sloppy whisper.

Sponge Bob's laughter was
a delightful sound, echoing
in the quiet room. "You got me,
Plankton!" he said, his voice
filled with surprise.

Encouraged by the reaction,
Plankton's hand dropped to
his lap, his gaze turning
to Karen. "Wanna...wanna play?"
he asked, his voice still thick
with anesthesia.

Her eyes danced with
laughter. "What game, love?"

Plankton's smile grew, his
voice a sleepy whine. "Pat-a-cake?"

Karen's laugh was a gentle
surprise. "Pat-a-cake?"
she echoed, her hand
moving to his. "Okay, darling."

Their palms met with a
slap, Plankton's movements
slow and awkward.
"Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,"
he murmured, his voice
slurred. They played the
game, their hands moving
in a clumsy dance, a silent
reminder of his groggy
state.

Sponge Bob watched, his
laughter a gentle wave in
the background. "Looks
like someone had a bit too
much fun at the dentist,"
he teased, his voice a
soft caress.

Plankton's gaze found his,
his smile a sleepy grin. "Dentith?"
he slurred, his hand
waving vaguely. "No, no,
not dentith...."

Sponge Bob nodded, his
laughter subsiding to
a gentle chuckle. "Alright,
not the dentist," he said,
his voice understanding.
"What game do you
want to play then?"

Plankton's head lolled to
the side, his eye half-closed.
"You know...the one with...
the animals," he murmured,
his words thick and slow.
But Plankton's head
was already lolling back,
his snores a soft rumble
in the quiet room.
Sponge Bob looked at
Karen, his expression
a mix of concern and
amusement. "Should we...?"
he began, his voice trailing off.

Plankton's snore was his
only reply, his mouth
open wide and drool
spilling onto the couch.
Karen chuckled, patting
his hand. "He's just tired,"
she said, her voice a gentle
excuse. Karen
covered him with a soft
blanket, his snores growing
louder as he sank deeper
into sleep. “You can sleep
on the other couch across
by him,” Karen told Sponge
Bob.

The anesthesia worn off over
night, and Plankton only woke
up the next morning on the
couch at the same time as
SpongeBob.

Plankton sat up with a
start, his eye wide.
"Wha... where...what...?"
his words tangled in a
slurry mess.

Sponge Bob stirred on
the couch across from him,
his eyes blinking sleepily.
"Morning, Plankton," he
said.

Plankton's eye focused on
his friend, his mind racing.
"Sponge Bob?" he said, his voice
sharp and clear. "Wath...what's
going on here?!"

Sponge Bob stretches
his limbs. "Well, good
morning to you too, Plankton,"
he said, his voice filled with
cheerful energy. "You had
your wisdom teeth out, remember?"

“I know I went to the dentist
but, what happened after I
came home?” He said, mostly
to himself.

Sponge Bob sat up, rubbing
his eyes. "Well, you were
pretty out of it," he said,
his voice still a bit groggy
from sleep. "But you were also
pretty funny."

Plankton's gaze darted
around the room, his mind
spinning. "What...what do you
mean?" His voice was
sharp, his usual snappiness
creeping back in.

Sponge Bob chuckled,
his body still relaxed
from his nap. "You don't
remember?" he asked, his
voice a tease. "You were
so affectionate, calling
me your best buddy and all."

Plankton's eye narrowed,
his confusion morphing
into suspicion. "I did no
such thing," he said, his voice
a firm rebuttal. "I'm not
that...that..."

Karen stepped in, her
laugh light. "You don't
remember?" she asked, her
voice a gentle tease. "You were
so lovely and affectionate
last night."

Plankton's face scrunched
up in disbelief. "Affectionate?"
he repeated, his voice rising.
"To him?" His thumb jerked
towards Sponge Bob, who
was now watching him with
a knowing smile. "I...I can't
have said that."

Sponge Bob shrugged, his
laugh bubbly. "You sure did,
Plankton. You were poking
me and calling me your
best buddy."

Plankton's disbelief grew,
his eye wide with shock.
"I...I did not!" he protested,
his voice a high-pitched
squeak. "That's...that's not
me!"

Karen couldn't hold back
her laughter, her eyes
twinkling with mirth. "Oh,
it was definitely you, darling,"
she said, her voice a sweet
contrast to his indignation.

Plankton's expression
shifted from shock to
outrage. "But...but why?"
he sputtered, his face
flushing a deep shade
of red. "I don't...I don't
do that sort of...that sort
of thing!"

Karen's laugh was like
a melody, light and
playful. "You did, love,"
she said, her voice a soft
reminder. "You were just a
little...loopy."

Plankton's hand flew to
his mouth, his eye
wide with horror. "No, no, no,"
he murmured, his voice
muffled by his palm. "That
can't be right." He looked
at Sponge Bob with an
accusatory glare. "Who
put me up to this?"

Sponge Bob's laugh was
like a burst of bubbles.
"You don't remember?"
he asked, his voice full
of delight. "It was all
you, buddy. You were
feeling the med..."

"The medicine!"
Plankton exclaimed, his
face paling as realization
hit him. "The anesthesia
made me say those
things.." His voice was
a mix of relief and horror.

Sponge Bob's chuckle
was infectious. "Don't
worry, Plankton," he said,
his voice warm. "We all
have our moments."

But Plankton was not
to be swayed. "That's not
like me," he insisted,
his voice a mix of
dismay and irritation.
"I'm not...I'm not like
that!"

Sponge Bob's chuckles
turned into a full-blown
laugh. "Well, you were
last night," he said,
his voice a gentle ribbing.
"You were all warm
and fuzzy. But you did
eventually fall asleep 
and started snoring.."

Plankton's face was a
picture of disgust. "Snoring?!"
he said, his voice a mix
of outrage and embarrassment.

Karen's laugh was like a
small wave on the shore.
"It's okay, honey," she said,
patting his leg. "You were
just really tired."

"I...I don't snore," he
asks, his voice firm.

Sponge Bob couldn't help
but chuckle, his laugh
bubbly. "Well, you did
last night," he said, his voice
a gentle reminder.

Plankton's eye narrowed,
his usual snappiness returning
with full force. "I...I
snored?" he asked, his voice
skeptical.

Karen's smile was
sympathetic. "You did, darling,"
she said, her voice soothing.
"But it's all right. It's just
what happens when you're
tired."

Plankton's eye shot to hers,
his expression a mix of
disbelief and irritation. "But
I...I never snored," he insisted,
his voice a protest. “Right, Karen?”

Her laugh was a gentle tide,
washing over his protests.
"You do snore, Plankton,"
she said, her voice a warm
caress. "But it's nothing to be
embarrassed about."

Plankton's face was a mask
of disbelief, his voice
a tight knot of denial. "I
snore?" he repeated, as if
the word was foreign to
his vocabulary.

Sponge Bob's laughter
was a delightful sound, his
body shaking with mirth.
"Yes, Plankton," he said,
his voice full of affection.
"But don't worry, it's
not so bad. I mean, you're
not as loud as Patrick."

Karen's giggle joined
his, the two of them
laughing gently at Plankton's
expense. But their laughter
wasn't cruel, it was the
kind that comes from knowing
someone so well that their
quirks become endearing.

"I...I do?" Plankton
asked, his voice barely
above a murmur.

Sponge Bob nodded,
his laughter subsiding
into a knowing smile.
"But hey, we all have
our little quirks, right?"

Karen's eyes sparkled
with amusement. "It's
part of who we are, love,"
she said, her voice a gentle
reminder of the truth.

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The silence in the room
was suffocating, the 
echo of Mr. Krabs' 
footsteps the only 
sound as he retreated 
to his home, his 
heart feeling heavier 
than his treasure chest.

Sponge Bob's heart torn 
between pity and 
frustration. He looked 
at Plankton, 
his friend's gaze 
still locked on the 
chessboard, his 
body a portrait of 
rejection.

"Plankton," he 
whispered, his voice 
full of pain.
But Plankton didn't 
move, his antennas 
twitching slightly.

Sponge Bob felt a 
lump form in his 
throat, his eyes 
brimming with tears. 
He didn't know what to 
do, what to say, to 
make things right. 
He glanced at Karen, 
her lights dimming 
slightly with sadness.

"I'll leave you two 
to talk." With a nod to 
Sponge Bob, she left 
the room, leaving them 
alone in the 
stifling silence.

Sponge Bob approached 
Plankton cautiously, 
his heart pounding.

"What can I do?"
he asked, his voice 
barely a whisper.

Plankton's antennas 
twitched slightly, but 
he didn't look up. 
"Nothing," he murmured, 
his voice flat. "Cannot 
change."

Sponge Bob's eyes 
welled with tears.
"I mean right now, I
can do what you want
me to," he pleaded. 
"You're my best friend, 
Plankton."

Plankton's antennas 
lifted, his single 
eye meeting Sponge 
Bob's gaze.

"We can talk, we can play
a game, we can watch some
thing..."

Plankton's antennas 
remained still, his 
expression unreadable.
"Watch," he said finally, 
his voice devoid of 
enthusiasm.

Sponge Bob nodded, 
his heart heavy with 
disappointment. He knew 
his friend needed 
space, and he would give 
it to him.

The screen flickered 
to life. Sponge 
Bob felt a pang of 
despair, his hand hovering 
over the remote. 
"Is this okay?" he 
asked, his voice 
trembling.

Plankton nodded, his 
gaze unfocused. "Okay," 
he murmured.

Sponge Bob 
selected a nature 
documentary, knowing 
Plankton. They 
sat in silence as the 
soothing sounds of the 
ocean filled the room, 
the TV's blue light 
washing over them. Plankton's 
body relaxed slightly, 
his antennas still as he 
watched. 
Sponge Bob felt a 
tiny spark of hope when
Plankton scoots up next
to him.

The documentary 
played on, the narrator's 
soothing voice detailing 
the lives of jellyfish.
Sponge Bob watched 
Plankton from the 
corner of his eye, 
his heart aching at the 
sight of his friend's 
vacant gaze. 
He reached over and 
gently placed his hand 
on Plankton's shoulder, 
his touch tentative.

Plankton didn't flinch, 
his eye never leaving 
the screen. Sponge Bob
swallowed the lump in 
his throat and whispered,
"I'm here for you."

Plankton's antenna 
twitched slightly, a 
barely perceptible 
acknowledgment. The 
silence stretched on, the 
only sound the rhythmic 
pulse of the jellyfish 
through the speakers.

Sponge Bob's hand 
remained on Plankton's 
shoulder, his thumb 
making small, comforting 
circles.

As the 
documentary droned on, 
Plankton's antennas 
gradually lost their 
rigidity, drooping 
slightly with each 
passing moment.

The rhythmic 
pulse of the jellyfish 
on the screen seemed to 
lull him into a state 
of quiet contemplation. 
His gaze grew unfocused,
his eyelid fluttered once,
then twice, before 
finally settling shut.
Plankton's tiny frame relaxed into 
SpongeBob's side, breathing 
evening out. His hand 
remained on Plankton's 
shoulder, his thumb 
continuing to make 
small circles as his 
friend slipped into 
slumber.

When SpongeBob turned off
the tv, he noticed Plankton's 
head drooped to the side
with a soft snore, 
his body gone slack.
Plankton was asleep, 
his chest rising and falling
in a gentle rhythm.

The yellow sponge felt a 
wave of relief wash over 
him as he realized that 
his friend had finally 
found some peace.
He carefully scooted Plankton 
closer.
He knew Plankton needed 
his rest, especially with 
his brain trying to 
adjust to this new 
reality.

Karen came back in to see 
Plankton's antennas limp 
and Sponge Bob's hand on 
his shoulder. She nodded 
gently at the sponge, who 
looked up and sighed.

"It's 
ok to let him rest. He's 
been through a lot." She says.

Sponge Bob nods, his 
grip on Plankton's 
shoulder tightening 
slightly. "I know. I 
just want to help," 
he replies, his voice 
barely audible over 
Plankton's soft snores.

Karen's lights flicker 
gently. "You are helping 
by being here, Sponge 
Bob. Just give him 
time and space to 
adjust."

Sponge Bob nods, 
his eyes never leaving 
Plankton's sleeping 
face. "I'll do 
anything for him."

Karen's light blips. 
"I know you will. But 
for now, let's get him 
to his bed."

Sponge Bob nods, 
carefully scooping up 
Plankton, cradling him 
like a fragile shell. He 
carries him to the 
bedroom. 
He lays him down, 
tucking the blanket 
under his chin with 
extra care.

Plankton's snores 
soften into a gentle 
purr, his antennas 
twitching slightly 
in his 
sleep.

Sponge Bob pulls 
up a chair beside 
the bed, his 
eyes never leaving 
his friend's face. He 
feels a heavy 
responsibility, a 
desire to be there 
for Plankton in ways 
he's never had to before.

As the minutes 
tick by, Sponge Bob 
begins to feel the 
weight of the day's 
events. His eyes 
grow heavy, his 
body swaying with 
exhaustion. Despite 
his resolve, he 
can't keep his 
lids open any longer.

With a yawn, he 
collapses into the 
chair beside 
Plankton's bed, his 
head lolling to the 
side. His eyes 
close.

Plankton opens his eye to 
find Sponge Bob 
asleep next to him.

Plankton's gaze lingers 
on the sponge, his 
expression unreadable. 
He moves his antennas 
slightly, testing the 
boundaries of his 
new reality. The 
weight of Mr. Krabs' 
apology and his own 
words hang heavy on him.

With a deep sigh, 
he knew that 
his relationship with 
Mr. Krabs was 
irrevocably changed, 
but he hadn't expected 
the sadness that 
accompanied the 
realization.

He watched as 
Sponge Bob's chest 
lifted and fell in a 
steady rhythm, 
his grip on the 
blanket tight.

A strange warmth 
spread through 
Plankton's 
heart, something 
he hadn't felt in 
a long time. 
Sponge Bob had 
always been his 
friend, even when he 
was at his worst.

But this...
This was different.
This was someone 
sticking by him, not 
because they had to, 
but because they 
wanted to.

The warmth grew, 
spreading through 
Plankton like a gentle 
current. It was 
unfamiliar, but not 
unpleasant. He had 
felt it before, with 
Karen. Yet this was 
a different kind of warmth.
This was friendship, 
pure and untainted by 
the greed that usually 
consumed him before...

He studied Sponge 
Bob's peaceful 
face, his mind 
racing. This sponge, 
his enemy's best 
worker, had shown 
more kindness and 
understanding in the 
past few hours than 
anyone else in his life,
other than Karen. 
And for what? A 
chance at the Krabby 
formula? No, 
for him. For Plankton.

The warmth grew 
stronger, 
pushing out the 
coldness that 
usually dominated 
his thoughts. He 
felt a strange 
urge to reciprocate, 
to be... nicer.

Sponge Bob stirred, 
his eyes fluttering 
open. "Plankton?"
he mumbles, his 
voice thick with sleep.

Plankton's antennas 
lift slightly, his 
single eye focusing 
on the yellow 
form beside him.

"Yes, Sponge Bob," he 
replies, his voice 
gentler than before.

Sponge Bob sits up 
with a start. "How
long have you been up?"
he asks, his eyes 
searching Plankton's 
face for any sign 
of pain or distress.

Plankton's antennas 
twitch slightly. "Not 
long," he murmurs, 
his gaze lingering 
on Sponge Bob.

Sponge Bob's 
expression is a 
mixture of relief 
and concern. "Do you 
want to talk?" he 
asks, his voice 
gentle.

Plankton's antennas 
wave slightly, a 
tiny nod of his 
head. "Talk," he 
echoes, his voice 
soft.

Sponge Bob takes a 
deep breath, trying 
to form the words 
he desperately 
wants to say. "I 
just... I want you to 
know that I'm here 
for you, Plankton," he 
says, his voice 
shaking.

Plankton's antennas 
wave slightly, and 
his eye narrows. "Here 
for Plankton," he echoes, 
his voice flat.

Sponge Bob's eyes 
fill with tears. "Yes, 
Plankton," he whispers. 
"Always."

Plankton's antennas 
twitch again, the 
word "always" echoing 
in his mind. "Always," 
he murmurs. 

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Sponge Bob leaned in close. "What you say, Planky?"

Plankton's head lolled to the side, eye half-closed. "Bubbles?"

"You're gonna have to stay still."

"Kay," Plankton mumbled, eye shut again.

Karen chuckled. "You're a riot, you know that?" she said.

Plankton's head lolled back on the chair.

"Don't worry, Plankton. You're going to be just fine. It's all over now."

Plankton nodded, trying to keep up. "Th-thank you," he slurred. "I think I need... need a nap."

"You've already had nap, Plankton, we can go now."

The nurse handed her gauze. "Keep this with you as needed," she instructed.

Karen nodded.

They helped Plankton into the car. 

Karen buckled him in, his head lolling to the side.

"You're gonna be ok," she said, her voice a comforting hum.

"Mm-hmm," Plankton murmured, head lolling to the side.

"Mmm, ch...ch...chew some...some ch...ch...chum," Plankton mumbled, eye half-closed.

Karen chuckled. "No chum for you, Plankton. You need your mouth heal."

Sponge Bob nods. "I can make you a chum-free smoothie without chewing!"

Plankton's eye rolled back in his head. "Mm...no...no chewing..."

Karen laughed softly. "You're gonna be fine," she said.

Plankton nodded, eyelid fluttering open and closed. "Mmm...Karen...my hero," he slurred, speech still thick and wobbly. "Mmm...no...more...tweef...," Plankton mumbled, eyelid drooping again.

"Don't worry, Plankton," Karen said. "You're all done."

Plankton nodded, eye still half-closed. "Mmm...no more tweef," he murmured, voice distant.

Sponge Bob giggled. "That's right, Planky," he said, patting Plankton's arm. 

Plankton began to snore gently. Karen laughed, shaking her head.

"Bet he's going to be so surprised when he wakes up home without tweef!"

"Home...," Plankton's voice trails off as he snored.

"We're almost," Karen said smiling at his loopy state.

Plankton's eye fluttered open, speech still thick. "Tweef...tweef..."

Sponge Bob looked with amusement. "Planky, no more tweef for you," he said.

Plankton nodded slowly, his mind still in anesthesia. "Mm-hmm," he murmured.

Karen pulled the car in their driveway.
"Plankton, we're home," she said, her voice gentle.
"Come on, Plankton," she said, her voice a gentle coax. "Let's get you in."

Plankton leaned heavily on her, eye half-closed. "Mm'kay," he mumbled, his voice a slow drawl. "Home...no 
tweef."

They managed in. "Sit down, Plankton," she instructed.

"Mmm...sit," Plankton mumbled, his head lolling as he plopped on the couch.

"Planky, I'm going to make you the best chum-free smoothie!"
Plankton nodded, his head rolling to the side. "Mm'kay," he murmured, tongue thick in his mouth. "Mmm...no...no chewing," he slurred. Karen laughed softly, stroking his arm. 

"Voilà!" he exclaimed. "The Chum Bucket's finest, no-chew-required smoothie!"

Plankton's eye flickered. "Fru...fruit?"

"Yep, Planky's favorite!"

Plankton's eye squinted. "Mm...no...no chum?"

"Nope, no chum! It's all fruity goodness for you, Planky!"

Karen took the glass with a smile, taking a spoon after removing gauze.

 "Mm...tastes...tastes..." His eye widened as the sweetness hit. "Goooood," he mumbled.

Karen chuckled, carefully feeding him another spoonful. "You see, Plankton? No more troublesome tweef."

"Mm-hmm," he murmured, eyelid fluttering as he tasted the cool, fruity blend. "M'good."

"Just keep sipping," she said, her voice a soothing wave. "It'll help."

Plankton nodded, his eyelid drooping. "Mm...good," he took another spoonful, the fruit blend cool and comforting.

"You're doing great, Plankton!" 

"Mm...thanks. Fruit...tastes...tastes like...like...a vacation."
Plankton managed to convey his appreciation. "Mm...fank...fank you," he slurred, eye drifting shut.

Sponge Bob giggled. 

Plankton took another spoonful. "Mm...so...so good," he murmured, words still as wobbly as his legs had been.

Sponge Bob nods. "See, Planky, I told you no more tweef would be a good thing!"

Plankton's eye remained half-closed as he slurred his words. "Mm...good...no...no more tweef."

Karen and Sponge Bob exchanged glances, smiles growing wider at the sight of him. "That's right, Plankton," Karen said, her voice a gentle tide. "No more pesky wisdom teeth."

Plankton nodded, eyelid still drooping. "Mm...so...so happy," he mumbled. "No...more...owies."

Karen chuckled. "You're going to be just fine," she assured.

"Mm...fine," Plankton murmured, his head lolling back. "M'glad...glad it's...it's over."

Karen chuckled, stroking his arm. "You're gonna need rest, Plankton," she said. "The anesthesia will wear off soon."

"Mmm...rest," Plankton mumbled, eye struggling to stay open. "No...no more tweef."

"That's right, Plankton." 

Plankton's eye rolled back in his head. "M'tired," he mumbled. "Wis...wisdom...wis...wis...wis..."

Karen laughed. "It's ok, Plankton," she said. 
"Wis...wis...wis...wis...," Plankton's voice trailed off as his head lolled to the side.
Karen laughed softly. "You don't have to say it anymore."

Plankton nods. "M'tired," he murmured. "M'going...going to...to..." His sentence trailed off as his eye closed completely, snoring gently as his head slips onto Sponge Bob's shoulder.

"Looks like he's out," he said, patting Plankton's back.

Karen couldn't help but smile at the sight of Plankton's peaceful slumber. "Let's get you cleaned up, Plankton," she said.

Sponge Bob carefully lifted Plankton's head, the tiny villain's snores becoming more pronounced. "We need to keep his mouth clean and get him to bed."
Karen stood up. "Like this," she demonstrated, placing one hand under Plankton's back and the other under his knees. They shuffled him into the bathroom, his snores echoing down the hall. Karen wet a washcloth with warm water.

"Open up, Plankton," she instructed, her voice a gentle wave.

Plankton's eye flickered open with effort. He leaned his head back, allowing her to clean his mouth. The warm water felt like a kiss from the ocean, soothing his dull feeling gums.

"Good job," Karen praised. "Almost done."

Sponge Bob hovered nearby. "You're doing great, Planky," he said, eyes shining with kindness.

"Mm...tanks," Plankton mumbled, eyelid fluttering. "M'tired."

Karen nodded. "I know, sweetie. Let's get you some gauze."

She unwrapped a piece of gauze. "Bite down on this," she instructed gently.

Plankton's tiny mouth opened, and he took the gauze between his teeth, his eye fluttering shut as he felt the softness against his swollen gums. The warmth of the water and the gentle pressure of the cloth brought him a semblance of comfort.

"Mm...better," he murmured, his voice a sleepy whisper.

With Plankton's mouth now clean and gauzed, they carefully guided him to the bedroom. They managed to get Plankton into bed. Karen arranged the blankets around him, her movements careful and tender.

Plankton's single eyelid fluttered open. "M'good," he slurred, his voice barely above a whisper.

Karen chuckled. "Rest now," she said, her voice a gentle tide. "Spongey will stay with you."

"M'kay," Plankton murmured, his eyelid slipping shut.

Sponge Bob settled into the chair beside the bed, his eyes never leaving his friend. "You just sleep, Planky," he whispered, his voice like the soft lapping of waves.

Plankton's snores grew deeper, the sound of his breathing rhythmic and soothing. Karen leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. "Rest well, my love," she said, her voice a gentle murmur.

Sponge Bob's eyes grew wide as he took in the quiet room. He sat up straight in the chair, his eyes darting to the sleeping Plankton. "Okay, Planky," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble of the ocean floor. "I'm here. No more tweef for you."

Plankton's snores grew softer, his body relaxing into the embrace of the bed.

In the quiet room, Plankton stirred, his snoreless breathing the only sound. 

Plankton's single eyelid eventually flickered open. "Mm...wha?" he mumbled, his voice still thick.

Sponge Bob's eyes grew wide. "It's ok, Planky," he whispered, his voice a soft ripple.

Plankton's eye blinked rapidly, trying to focus on his surroundings. "What...what happen'd?" he mumbled, his speech still wobbly like jelly on a plate.

Sponge Bob leaned closer. "You had your wisdom teeth removed," he whispered, his voice a gentle nudge. "Remember?"

Plankton's eye squinted, his brain working to piece together the fragments of the day. "Mm...teef?" he murmured, his voice a foggy memory.

Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "Yes, Planky, no more tweef," he whispered, his voice a gentle echo in the quiet room.

Plankton's eye widened, his mind racing. "I...I don't remember anything," he said, his voice still thick.

Sponge Bob nods. "Don't worry, Planky," he whispered, his voice a warm current. "You're all fixed up now. No more tweef to worry about."

"But...but how?" he mumbled, his voice a distant echo.

Sponge Bob chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You were sleeping like a rock," he whispered, his voice a playful bubble. 

Plankton's curiosity piqued despite his grogginess. "But...but how did I get here?" he slurred, a slow, meandering stream.

"Karen brought you home after the surgery," he explained, his eyes as bright as the moon's reflection on the water. 

Plankton's eye fluttered as he tried to process the information. "Sur...surgery?" 

Sponge Bob nodded, his grin as wide as the ocean. "Yeah, Planky," he whispered. "You were out like a light!"

Plankton's eye wandered around the room, his mind racing.

"But, why'd I agwee to something like that? Nevermind; what are you doin’ here?"

"I'm here to take care of you, Planky," he whispered. "And as for the surgery, well, your teeth were causing you a lot of trouble. You were pretty out of it. But Dr. Bubblefish said it's all over now, and you're going to be fine."

Plankton's trying to remember. "Dr. Bubblefish? I remember the x-ray.." he mumbled, his voice like a distant echo.

"That's right, Planky," he said. "But everything went well. You're all fixed up now."

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The Unborn

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It was a big day for her, she was now 16. Her parents had been helping her plan a party for months and she was more than ready. Her friends all arrived and the party began. As everyone was having a good time she was taking pictures to remember this special day. The night continued and the number of pictures that she had taken went up. By the end of the night she had taken over 500. Her friends started to leave but she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face, tonight had been perfect. She was exhausted as she walked up the stairs to her room after seeing all her friends out and hugging her parents goodnight. As she walked into her room she got a chill, it felt like someone was in her room watching her but obviously no one was there. She figured it was the excitement of the day getting to her so she changed into her night clothes and climbed into bed.

That night she had a dream. She dreamt that she was in a room. The room was dark and small. She looked over and saw someone else in the room with her, it was a baby. The baby still had its umbilical cord but it seemed to be attached to the ceiling somewhere but she couldn't see well in this dark room. Then there was a door, it seemed to be opening slowly. She knew she had to get out and she was worried that the baby was going to try and get out before her and trap her in, so she hurried and wrapped the cord around the babies neck and ran out of the room.

She suddenly woke up on a cold sweat. What the heck was that?! She didn't dream often, and she had never dreamt about killing a baby, that was horrible. She tried to relax remembering that it was just a dream and you can't control them. She fell back asleep and did not dream anymore for the rest of the night.

She woke up the next morning feeling restless and anxious. She walked down stairs to see her mother sitting at the table eating breakfast. She made herself a plate and sat down next to her mom. That day they had planned on going through all the birthday pictures to find the ones they wanted to make into a scrap book. She started scrolling through the pictures and adding the ones she liked into a separate folder to be printed. She came across a picture that was odd. In the picture was a baby, oddly it looked like the baby from her dream the night before. Maybe that is why she had dreamed about a baby, maybe she had seen it without realizing.

She showed her mom the picture and asked her if she knew who the baby belonged to. Her  mom stopped and stared at the picture. A confused look came over her face. That baby looks a lot like you when you were a newborn her mom told her. Neither of them could figure out who that baby might belong to. They stopped for a while to have a snack and she asked her mom what she was like as a baby. Her mom told her that she was quiet and that they always thought that it could be because she was lonely. Then her mom stopped and looked at her, she looked nervous. We should have told you this a long time ago, you deserve to know. Her mom took a deep breath before looking her in the eyes, you were supposed to be a twin, she said in a quiet voice. Your sisters umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck and she died in the womb. Suddenly as her mom told her this she felt like she could not breath, as if something was wrapped around her neck stopping all air from passing through to her lungs.

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Plankton had an appointment at the dentist 
and Karen promised to take him.
SpongeBob, an ever-cheerful neighbor, had 
offered to come along.

The trio stepped out of the car, the door 
of dentist's office chiming a tune that seemed 
like the 'Jolly Roger' theme. Sponge
Bob bounced in place.

The door to the room opened, and in 
waddled Dr. Bubblefish.

"Ah, Mr. Plankton, right on time 
for x-rays!"

The room was a stark contrast to the 
playful tune. It smelled faintly of mint 
and antiseptic, with 
the metallic instruments glinting in 
bright lights. Dr. Bubblefish waddled 
over, his 
flippers moving swiftly as 
he gestured to the chair. 
Plankton's eye darts around.

"Now, Mr. Plankton 
if you could just open 
wide," Dr. Bubblefish instructed 
holding up a 
contraption.

Karen gave a gentle pat on his shoulder. 
"It's ok, Plankton. It'll be over 
before you know it," 
she assured with a comforting smile.

Plankton took a deep breath 
and opened his mouth. Sponge Bob 
stood by his side.

Dr. Bubblefish slid the x-ray plate in
to place and positioned the contraption. 
"Here we go," he 
announced, as he stepped back 
and pressed the button. Sponge Bob watched 
in fascination.

"Alright, all done!"

The plate was removed, and Dr. Bubblefish took 
a moment to examine the results. "Hmm," he 
murmured, holding the film 
up to the light. "It seems 
we have a situation with your wisdom 
teeth."

Plankton's eye bulged with alarm. 
"Wisdom teeth?" he squeaked. 
"But I'm a microscopic creature! I 
don't have room for those!"

Dr. Bubblefish nodded solemnly. 
"Which is why we need 
to remove now them to 
prevent any issues."

Karen's grip tightened on 
Plankton's shoulder. "Removal?"

Dr. Bubblefish nodded. "It's the best 
course of action, a common procedure."

The doctor led them into his office, walls 
lined with diplomas.

Dr. Bubblefish noticed apprehension 
and offered a smile.

"Now, Mr. Plankton, I know this might be 
a bit daunting, but I assure you, I'm quite 
skilled at working. Let's go over details 
of the procedure, shall we?"

Karen's grip tightened more. "You're going 
to be ok," she whispered.

Sponge Bob, the optimist, patted 
Plankton's arm. "Don't worry, buddy!"

Plankton swallowed hard as he sat 
down in the chair. It was like sitting 
in a moon crater compared to his usual 
chair at the Chum Bucket. He gripped the 
chair's armrests.

"But how does it work?" Plankton's voice tight 
with anxiety.

"It's quite simple 
really. We use anesthesia," he explained, 
"which will drift off to sleep. You won't feel 
a thing."

"It's like a little nap," Karen offered 
trying to ease his fears.

Dr. Bubblefish nodded. "The 
anesthesia will make you unconscious for 
duration of the procedure. It's safe painless 
way to ensure you don't experience discomfort 
during extraction."

The doctor began preparing. 
Sponge Bob looks through the 
window, mix of curiosity and concern. 
He had never 
seen anything like this. 
Plankton's eye pleaded with him 
for assurance, and Sponge 
Bob gave him a thumbs up.

The chair reclined, and Karen held 
Plankton's hand tightly.

"Ready?" Dr. Bubblefish asked, voice 
a gentle rumble.

Plankton nodded, though his eye
shut. Karen 
squeezed his hand. "You can do 
this, Plankton," she whispered.

The doctor approached with 
what looked like a pair of tiny 
tongs. "This will help keep your 
mouth open," he said, inserting 
the device into Plankton's mouth. 

The nurse came over. "This is the 
anesthesia," she said 
cheerfully, tentacles flicking 
the air. "It'll make every
thing nice and relaxing."

Plankton nodded, his grip tightening. 

He felt the room spin.

"Just breathe," Karen said, the only steady 
thing in the spinning room. "You're great."

Sponge Bob watched as Plankton's eye
lid grew heavy, his grip 
on chair armrests loosening. Dr. Bubblefish nods
to the nurse. Plankton took a deep breath, eye 
shut, body went slack. His grip on the chair arm
rests loosened 
and his breaths grew even. Karen felt 
a mix of relief and 
anxiety as the doctor nodded 
in satisfaction. "And 
he's out," he murmured.

The room was silent except for 
the occasional blip of 
medical equipment and sound of 
Dr. Bubblefish preparing 
for the extraction. Karen's gaze fixed 
on Plankton, watching his 
chest rise and fall with each breath. 
Sponge Bob leaned in 
closer, his curiosity piqued.

Plankton remained still, lost in 
his anesthesia-induced slumber.

"Sponge Bob, you can wait out
side now," Karen said gently 
never leaving her husband.

After surgery, Karen calls Sponge 
Bob from the waiting room. 
"He's in recovery now," she says. 
"You can come 
see him."

Sponge Bob bounces in, eyes wide 
with excitement. He goes in 
the room, his curiosity piqued by 
the sight of Plankton lying 
peacefully on the chair, his mouth 
slightly open but without the 
prop anymore. Plankton's hand lies limp 
on his own lap.
The room remained silent except 
for the steady beep of the heart 
monitor and occasional snore from Plankton.
"The surgery went well. He'll wake in a bit."

Sponge Bob peers closer 
at Plankton, noticing drool 
formed at the corner of his mouth. 

He reaches out and gently 
strokes Plankton's forehead. 
"You're ok," he whispers.
But Plankton was deep in the 
abyss of sleep, breathing even 
and calm.

"What's that?" he pointed to a 
beeping machine.

Karen looked over. "That's a monitor," she said 
softly. "It makes sure 
everything's ok with Plankton while he's out."
The nurse comes in checking vitals. "He's 
doing great," she says 
with a nod. "He'll wake up soon."

"Wakey, wakey, Plankton," Sponge Bob whispers, a 
hint of excitement 
in his voice. He reaches out a finger, gently 
poking Plankton's arm. 
No response. Plankton's chest continues to rise 
and fall rhythmically.
Plankton didn't react. "Wow, he's really out," Sponge
Bob murmured.

"Just don't startle him. He'll wake up groggy."

The nurse gently wiped Plankton's mouth 
with a damp cloth, cleaning 
away the drool. Plankton's head lolled to the side.

"Alright, let's get some gauze," 
Dr. Bubblefish said, voice interrupting 
the quiet.

Sponge Bob's eyes grew even wider 
as he watched the nurse 
carefully fold a piece of white gauze in
to a minuscule square. It looked 
like a tiny cloud in her tentacle. She 
approached Plankton with the 
utmost care, as if handling some
thing incredibly delicate.

With a gentle touch, she inserted gauze 
into Plankton's mouth, pressing 
it against his gums. Plankton didn't flinch 
or stir, his breathing deep and even. 
The nurse stepped back and gave a satisfied nod.

"Alright, he's all set," Dr. Bubblefish said, his 
voice a comforting rumble. "The gauze will help 
with any bleeding and keep the area clean."

Karen nodded. 
"Thank you, doctor," she murmured.
The room remained silent, except for 
the steady beep of the 
heart monitor and the occasional snore 
from Plankton.
"Let's get you sitting 
up, Mr. Plankton," Dr. Bubblefish instructed 
as he lifted Plankton's head back up. The 
chair whirred in
to an upright position.

After a few moments, Plankton's eye
lid began to flutter. He blinked, his 
vision blurry from anesthesia. He groaned,
mouth feeling strange and full.

"You're all done!"

"Plankton," Karen says, voice soft and warm.

Sponge Bob nods eagerly, his eyes never leaving 
Plankton's face. "How do you feel?" he asks.

"Wha..." Plankton mumbles, voice muffled 
by the gauze. "Wh-where am I?"

Karen chuckles. "You're in the dentist's 
office, Plankton. 
You had wisdom teeth removed."

Sponge Bob's face lights up. "Yeah, buddy, you're 
all fixed up!"

Karen gently helps Plankton sit 
up, supporting him 
with an arm around his back.

"You're going to feel a bit woozy," she warns.

Plankton spots Sponge Bob's grinning face.

"Hey, Spongey," he says, his voice still slurred.

"Hey, Planky!" Sponge Bob says, smile growing 
wide. "You're done! No more teeth woes for you!"
"W-who's Planky?" Plankton mumbles, voice thick 
from anesthesia.
Sponge Bob laughs, his laugh echoing. 
"That's you, buddy! Planky, Plankton!"

"I survived the tooth monster.."

Sponge Bob nods. "Yep, the pesky things 
in your mouth supposed to make smarter
were just causing trouble!"
"Troub...troub...tweef?"
"Yes, Plankton. 
Your wisdom 
teeth are gone."

"Miwwow, miwwow, on the wawl," he slurred, 
wobbly. "Do I wook smarter wi’out my tweef?"


Patrick Star was waiting outside the dentist office, his 
large, star-shaped body leaning against the wall. 




Patrick Star was waiting outside the dentist's office, his 
large, star-shaped body leaning against the wall. 
He had heard that Sponge Bob was escorting 
Plankton and Karen to the appointment. 

Once Plankton was discharged, the four 
crammed into the car. Plankton sat 
in between Sponge Bob and Patrick, but  
was too groggy to care.

Karen took the wheel, her grip firm. 
"Alright, let's get you home," she said, starting the engine.

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ᔆᵘᵖᵉʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˡʸ
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
ᴬˡˡ ʷᵉᵉᵏ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃʷᵃⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃⁱᵈ
ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ
ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ᵃˢ ˢᵗᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ
ˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵉᵉᵏ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉˢᵗ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ
ᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ 'ᵉᵐ!
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈˡʸ ᵉˣʰᵃᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ
ʸᵉᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵗᵒ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃⁱᵈ
ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ʰᵃⁿᵈ‧
"ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵖᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᵍʳᵃᵇᵇᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵈˡʸ‧ "ᴼʰ
ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ!" ᴴᵉ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵉˣʰᵃᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ‧ "ᴴᵒʷ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷᵉʳᵉ‧‧‧"
"ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏ‧‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ⸴ ᵃˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵉʸᵉ
ᶠᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵉ ʷᵒʳⁿ
ᵒᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧" "ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ˢᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵉ
ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵐʸ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗ
ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ
ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ
ᵒᶠᶠ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ
ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ⸴ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ‧"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃⁱᵈ
ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ
ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗᶠᵘˡ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ; ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸ
ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏᵉᵗˢ!"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ
ᵗᵘᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ‧ "ᴴᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ'ˢ?" ᴴᵉ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ; ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ
ʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃʳᵐ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁿᵒʷ
ᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱʳᵐᵉᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʰⁱᵐ
ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ʳᵉˢᵗ‧‧
'ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃⁱᵈ
ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ?' ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ 
ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ 
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ
ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˡᵉˢˢ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ 
ᵒⁿ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᵀʰᵉⁿ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵒ
ʰᵘⁿᵍʳʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ‧‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵏⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ'ˢ‧
ᴴᵉ ʷⁱᵖᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵃˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢⁿᵃᶜᵏ‧ "ᴼʰ ʰᵉʸ ᴵ
ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵘᵖ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵉᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵃˡ‧ "ᴵ ᵖⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ‧‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ
ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃⁱᵈ
ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵈᵃʸ'ˢ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ‧ "ᴳᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗˢ?" "ᴵ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵈᵒ!"
"ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ!" ᔆᵃʸˢ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ 
ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵇʸ
ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ‧ 'ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˢᵒ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ' ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ‧
'ᴺᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐʸ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ 
ᵃˢ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ' ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ˢᵐⁱˡᵉˢ⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ
ⁿᵒʷ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗˢ‧ 'ᴴᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ
ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ‧‧‧'
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʷ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ
ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ‧ "ᔆᵒ
ʸᵒᵘ⸴ ʷᵉˡˡ⸴ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ
ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ⸴ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ‧‧‧"
ᔆᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃᵗ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ "ᴵ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ
ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉᵗˢ! ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧"
"ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ
ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃᵈᵐⁱᵗᵗᵉᵈ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ
ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ˢᵐⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ
ʰᵃᵖᵖⁱˡʸ‧ ᴴᵉ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ ᵃⁿᵈ
ᵇᵉ ˡᵉˢˢ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃ
ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ
ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᔆᵗᵃʳ‧
"ᴴⁱ⸴ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃᵇʳᵘᵖᵗˡʸ ˡᵉᶠᵗ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⸴ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ
ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈ
ˢʰᵃᵏᵉ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍˡʸ‧
'ᴴᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒʳᵉ
ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵃˢ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ
ʷʰʸ⸴ ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ
ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵃᵖᵖⁱᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ‧‧‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ⸴ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵘᶜʰ
ˡᵉˢˢ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ‧ ᔆᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ
ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵐ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴼᵘᶜʰ!" "ᴼʰ
ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ᴵ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ˡⁱᶠᵗ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵘᵖ‧
"ᵂʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ‽" ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶜʳᵃʷˡᵉᵈ‧
"ᴼʰ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃᵗ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ‧
"ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ
ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ? ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ
ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʷ
ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ‧ "ʸᵉᵃ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ
ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵘˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ!
ᴹᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ
ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ!"
ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ 
ˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘˢ ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃⁱᵈ
ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ
ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʸˢ
ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉⁿˢⁱᵒⁿ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁿ
ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃ ᵗʰᵘᵈ‧ ᵀᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ
ʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵏⁱᶜᵏ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵉˡᵖˡᵉˢˢˡʸ
ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ⁿᵒʷ ˢᵗʳᵘᵍᵍˡⁱⁿᵍ 
ʷᵉᵃᵏˡʸ ᶜʳʸⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵏⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ˢᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ
ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ "ᴺᵒ⸴ ˢᵗᵒᵖ!"
ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵏⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡ⸴ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ‧‧
"ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᴵ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ!" ʸᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ
ⁱⁿ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ˢᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁿᵉᵃʳˡʸ
ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ "ᵂʰʸ? ᴵ ᵇᵉᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʳʸ
ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᵉ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʷᵉ
ᶜᵃⁿ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᴾᵃᵗ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ
ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ‧ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉˢ
ⁿᵒʷ ᶠᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ
ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵘᵈᵍᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧
"ᴬ⁻ᵒʷʷʷ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ?" "ᔆᵒʳʳʸ
ᵏⁱᵈ⸴ ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈᵃᶻᵉᵈ‧‧" "ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ‧‧"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵉᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ
ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ‧ "ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ‧" "ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ‧"  𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖𝟖𝟑

new spongebob/plankton Spongebob Squarepants/Sheldon J. Plankton Plankton x Patrick wordcount: 500-1.000 super friendly

"Hey, how's Plankton doing?" asked Patrick.
SpongeBob looks at Plankton, chest rising
and falling with snores. "He's sleeping," he 
said.
"But it's the middle of the day!"
"Well, he just had his wisdom teeth out," he 
explained in a hushed tone. "He's pretty out 
of it. But be quiet, ok?" He turned his 
attention back to Plankton, who had 
somehow managed to dislodge the gauze 
again.
With a sigh, SpongeBob carefully repositioned it. 
"You're going to have to keep that in, Plankton," 
he said, his voice a gentle scold.
But Plankton’s head lolled to the side, his 
snores growing louder with each breath, 
drool seeping through the gauze.
"Look at him, SpongeBob," Patrick whispers. 
"He's snoring."
"Patrick, shh. He's still recovering."
"Can I...can I poke him?"
 "No, Patrick," he said, his voice a low 
whisper. Patrick's finger was already 
outstretched, hovering over Plankton. "Just a 
little? I just wanna see if he'll snore louder," 
he whispered.
SpongeBob's grip on Patrick's hand 
tightened. "Patrick, remember what I said 
about being quiet," he reminded him.
Plankton stirred in his sleep, snores turning 
to mumbles. Patrick was undeterred. He 
leaned even closer to Plankton, his hand 
hovering above the sleeping creature's 
forehead. "You're okay, buddy," he 
whispered, his voice a mix of concern and 
glee. "Just rest up, and when you wake up, 
we'll have the best party ever!" Plankton's 
snores remained steady. 
He reached out and gently poked Plankton's 
forehead. "Wake up, little buddy," he cooed, 
his voice a soft whisper.
Plankton's eye snaps open, his tiny body 
jolting upright with a snort. The gauze fell 
from his mouth, and he looked around the 
room with a glazed expression, his eye 
finally settling on Patrick's massive grin.
"Wha... what's going on?" he slurred, his 
voice muffled by the anesthesia.
Plankton's eye narrowed, his head lolling 
slightly to the side. "What happened?" he 
slurred.
SpongeBob took a tentative step closer to 
the couch, his heart racing. "You had your 
wisdom teeth out," he said softly, his voice 
filled with concern. "You're at my place, just 
resting."
Plankton blinked, his eye focusing on 
SpongeBob with a look of confusion. "Wisdom 
teeth?" he murmured, his voice 
thick with sleep.
SpongeBob nodded, his eyes never leaving 
Plankton's face. "Yes, Plankton, remember? 
You're all fixed up now," he said, his voice 
soothing.
But Patrick couldn't resist the urge to add his 
own twist. "And, you snore!" he 
whispered, his voice filled with mirth.
Plankton's confusion grew. "I... I snore?" he 
asked, his voice a mix of surprise and 
mortification.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he 
assured, SpongeBob eyes Patrick with a 
warning look.
"What's it feel like?" he whispered, his voice 
a mix of excitement and concern.
Plankton looked at Patrick with 
bewilderment. "It feels...weird," he mumbled, 
his words slurred. "And my mouth is...numb."
Drool had formed at the corner of Plankton's 
mouth.
Patrick couldn't resist pointing it out. "Look, 
Sponge Bob, he's drooling!"
Sponge Bob shot him a look that was a mix 
of annoyance and amusement before turning 
back to Plankton. "It's okay, Plankton," he 
whispered, his voice gentle. "It's normal."
Plankton's eye grew distant, his mind still 
clouded by the anesthesia. 
"Everything's...so...blurry," he murmured, his 
words slurring together.
Sponge Bob and Patrick exchanged 
glances, a silent communication passing 
between them. "It's the medicine," Sponge 
Bob explained, his voice calm and 
reassuring. "It'll wear off soon."
But Patrick's curiosity was unquenchable. He 
leaned closer to Plankton. 
"Hey, Plankton," he whispered. "I... I don't 
know," he mumbled, his voice groggy. 
"Everything's all... wibbly wobbly."
"Wibbly wobbly?" 
 He looked over at Plankton, whose eye was 
still open, staring at the ceiling with a look of 
wonder. "Everything's...so...pretty,". "It's just 
the living room, Plankton. You're still a bit out 
of it."
Patrick's eyes grew wide with fascination. 
"Hey, Sponge Bob," he whispered, his voice 
filled with wonder. "Look at his mouth!"
Sponge Bob turned his gaze to Plankton, 
drooling more than ever. "Patrick, shh," he 
scolded, his voice a gentle whisper. "Let him 
rest."
Plankton's snores grew quieter for a moment 
before picking up again, a trail of drool 
connecting his mouth to the pillow.
"Is it...normal?" 
"It's just his body's way of dealing with the
surgery, he can’t help it" he murmured. "It'll 
go away eventually, all part of the process.
It's the stuff that makes you sleep through 
the surgery, like a really deep sleep so he 
won’t feel or remember.”
"But why does it keep coming out?"
"It's because his mouth is numb from the 
dental surgery, Patrick, it's his mouth 
muscles still asleep." "Can I...I mean, is it 
okay to, like, nudge it?" He made contact 
with the drool, sending a ripple through the 
salivary puddle. Plankton's snores grew 
louder, his mouth opening even wider. 
"Patrick," he hissed, his voice a mix of 
warning and amusement. "You're pushing 
your luck." His eyes remained fixed on 
Plankton, watching the drool pool grow and 
shrink with each snore. He remained 
blissfully asleep, oblivious to the 
conversation happening around him
"What if I just...dab it with a tissue?" "I guess 
it’ll help keep him comfortable." He gently 
touched the tissue to the side of Plankton's 
mouth, catching the drool before it could fall 
onto the pillow. The moment the tissue made 
contact with the saliva Plankton, who was 
now snoring more heavily, his mouth 
hanging open even wider, drool cascading 
onto the pillow, sending a ripple through the 
salivary puddle. Plankton's snores grew 
louder, his mouth opening even wider., It 
was a light touch, just enough to make the 
saliva wobble like a gelatinous blob. It was a 
tiny movement, but it was enough to make 
Plankton's snores hitch. 
"The anesthesia is wearing off, and his 
mouth is just... reacting. The numbness is 
normal." With each dab of the tissue, 
Plankton's snores grew softer, quieted, his 
mouth twitching slightly, his breathing even. 
Then Plankton's face twitched slightly, his 
expression shifting from remaining asleep 
with breathing deep and steady, to one of 
slight discomfort as the lingering anesthesia 
began to wear off. Snores had turned into 
soft whimpers of discomfort. "It’s normal he's 
starting to feel the pain." He reached for the 
medicine. “Just stay still, Plankton," Sponge 
Bob whispered. Sponge Bob nodded, his 
smile gentle. "It's just the start," he 
murmured, his voice a mix of reassurance 
and experience. "It'll take a bit for the pain to 
go away."
Plankton's mouth was still slack, the drool 
now a steady stream that pooled on the 
pillow.
Together, they managed to get Plankton into 
a sitting position, his legs dangling over the 
side of the couch.
"Hey you need to wake up just a little bit to 
take your medicine."
Plankton's head lolls back against the 
pillows.
"Patrick, hold his shoulders," Sponge Bob 
whispered urgently. "We don't want him to 
fall over."
Plankton's gaze searched the room, his 
thoughts clearly muddled. 
"There you go," Sponge Bob whispered, his 
voice filled with relief. He carefully laid 
Plankton back down on the pillows, wiping 
the last of the drool from him. Plankton's eye 
remained open, blinking slowly as the world 
swam back into focus.
"You did it," Sponge Bob whispered, his 
voice filled with pride as he swallowed 
medicine. "Now, just rest. The pain will start 
to go away soon."
Plankton's eye drifted closed again, his 
snores returning, though softer than before. 
Sponge Bob gently let 
Plankton's head back onto the pillow.
"He's okay now," Sponge Bob whispered, his 
voice a mix of relief and pride. "Good job, 
helping Patrick."
Patrick's eyes remained wide with wonder, 
his mind still racing with the excitement of 
the past few moments. "What happens 
next?" he murmured, his voice filled with 
anticipation.
Sponge Bob's smile was a mix of 
amusement and reassurance. "Now the 
medicine will kick in."

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