DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 6
𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾
𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳
𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵
𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
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They reach the bedroom's
closed door, and Karen knocks
softly. "Honey?" she calls.
"Can we come in?"
There's a moment of
silence before Plankton's
voice says, "I s'pose."
Karen opens the door to
find Plankton sitting on the
edge of the bed, his antennae
still quivering slightly. He
looks up, his eye red-rimmed.
Chip lingers in the doorway,
his heart racing. He's scared to
move, to say the wrong thing.
But Karen's hand on his shoulder
guides him in.
"Daddy?" Chip whispers, his
voice tentative. Plankton's antennae
twitch, and he looks up, his face
a mix of pain and discomfort.
Karen gives Chip a small
nod of encouragement, and he
slowly approaches the bed, his
hand outstretched but not touching.
"Dad, can I sit with you?"
he asks, his voice shaking.
Plankton looks at him.
"If you must," he says, his
tone filled with sarcasm. "But don't
expect me to be all 'Oh, Chip, I'm
so happy to see you!' when you've
clearly called me a monster."
Chip's eyes widen at the
harshness of his father's
words. "But Dad, I di-"
Plankton holds up a hand,
his antennae still quivering.
"Don't," he says, his voice
sharp. "Don't pretend you
understand. You don't. You
just threw around words you
heard from those little brats
at school without even knowing
what they mean!"
Chip's face falls, his eyes
welling up with tears again.
"But I didn't mean it,"
he stammers, his voice
breaking. "I just wanted-"
"I know what you wanted,"
Plankton snaps, his antennae
quivering with agitation.
"You wanted answers, and
you didn't get them. So,
you threw a fit like a
typical kid."
Chip's eyes fill with
fresh tears. "But I didn't
know," he whispers, his voice
shaking. "I wan-"
"Yeah, well, ignorance is
not an excuse," Plankton
interrupts, his antennae flailing.
"You hurt me, Chip. And for what?
Because you didn't get your
precious hug?" His voice
drips with sarcasm, each word a
tiny dagger to Chip's heart.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," Chip
whimpers, his hand dropping
to his side. "I didn't kn-"
But Plankton's sarcasm cuts him
off again. "Oh, sorry, I forgot.
You didn't know," he says, his
voice laden with bitterness. "Well,
now you do. And now you can go
back to your little life, knowing
you've hurt your dad. Great job!"
Chip flinches at the harshness,
his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Dad, please," he begs. "I didn't
underst--"
"I don't want to hear it,"
Plankton cuts him off, his
antennas quivering with anger.
"You think you can just come
in here and make everything
better with your sorry excuses?"
Chip's eyes fill with
tears, his voice barely a
whisper. "But I didn't mean
to hurt you, Daddy," he says,
his voice shaking. "I just
wanted to he-"
Plankton turns away, his
antennas flailing with agitation.
"Don't 'Daddy' me," he spits out.
"You don't get to call me that
after what you said." His
voice is sharp, cutting through
the air like a knife.
Chip's eyes are wide with
shock and hurt. "But Dad,"
he says, his voice trembling.
"I didn't mean to-"
But Plankton's not listening.
"Oh, I'm sure you didn't,"
he says, his tone thick with
sarcasm. "You just couldn't
help blurting out the first
thought that came to your
little brain, could you?"
Chip feels his heart
crumble. "But Dad, I-"
"I don't want to hear it,"
Plankton says, his voice
ice cold. "You've said enough."
He turns away, his antennae
twitching angrily. "Just get
out. Leave me alone."
Chip stands there, his
small hand hovering in the air,
wanting to comfort his dad, but
not knowing how. His voice
shakes with pain. "But Dad, I-"
Plankton turns back to him,
his antennae snapping with anger.
"You don't get it, do you?" he
shouts, his voice rising. "You never
have!" His eye widens, his
body tenses. "I'm not
your little science project to
poke and prod when you're curious!"
Chip takes a step back, his
eyes wide with fear. He's never
seen his dad like this before,
so out of control. "Daddy, I'm sorry,"
he whispers, his voice trembling.
But Plankton's anger seems to
grow with every word, his
body shaking. "You don't get
to be sorry!" he roars, his antennae
quivering violently. "You don't get
to just say sorry and expect me to
be okay with it!"
Chip's eyes are wide with fear,
his body frozen in place.
He's never seen his dad like this,
his normally stoic demeanor
shattered by a storm of emotions.
"Daddy, please," Chip whispers,
his voice barely audible. But Plankton's
anger is like a tsunami, crashing
against the walls of the room.
"You think you can fix me
with a sorry?" Plankton's voice
booms, his antennae flailing.
"You think your pity can make
everything okay?" Chip
shrinks back, his eyes wide
with fear. So Karen decides to
jump in to mediate.
"Plankton, honey," Karen says,
her voice steady. "Chip's only
trying to understand. He's
scared for you. Let's just sit
down on the bed."
Plankton's antennae slow their
frantic dance as he looks at her,
his eye slightly less fiery.
With a heavy sigh, he nods, and
they all sit down, a tense silence
filling the room.
Chip's eyes are glued to his
father, searching for any sign
of softening in his gaze.
Plankton's breaths come in
short, shallow bursts, his body
still taut with emotion.
After a moment, Karen speaks up,
her voice a gentle reminder.
"Remember, Plankton, Chip's
just a child," she says, her
tone soothing. "He doesn't
understand everything about your
condition yet."
Plankton's antennae twitch,
his eye still glaring at his son.
"I know," he murmurs, his
voice low.
Karen gives Chip a
reassuring look. "Why don't you
tell your dad what you know
about autism?" she suggests,
trying to ease the tension.
Chip nods, taking a deep
breath. "Well, I know it's like
his brain works differently,"
he starts, his voice wobbly. "And
sometimes, it makes things hard for
him, like too much noise or
little things that don't bother
me." He looks at Plankton.
Plankton's antennae stiffen
slightly, his gaze still sharp.
"And I know he has these...
these breaks," Chip continues,
his voice gaining strength.
"Where he needs to get away
from everything for—"
"Absence seizures,"
Plankton says, his voice flat.
"They're called absence
seizures." Chip's eyes widen. "Oh,
right. Those moments when
you zone out," he says, trying
to remember the right words.
Plankton nods, his antennae
still tense.
Karen watches the
exchange, her heart breaking
for both of them. She knows
this is hard for Plankton to
admit, and even harder for
Chip to understand.
"They're a part of his
autism, Chip."
Chip nods, his eyes
firmly on his father. "So, when
you have one of those...
seizures, it's like your brain
needs to take a break?"
Plankton sighs. "Yeah,"
he says, his voice weary.
"It's like... everything gets
too much, and my brain just
shuts down for a bit. It's not
something I can control. Are
you satisfied?"
Chip looks at him with
innocent curiosity. "What's it
like?" he asks, his voice
soft. Plankton's antennae
twitch, his eye flickering with
memory. "Dad, what's it li—"
Plankton's hand shoots up,
cutting him off. "It's like nothing
you could ever understand,"
he says, his voice tight with anger.
"So just leave it, okay?"
Chip's eyes fill with
unshed tears. "But Dad,"
he whispers, his voice
shaking. "I just want to
kn-"
Plankton's antennae
snap upward, his anger
palpable. "You're just a
kid, playing at being
adult!" His antennae quiver
with the intensity of his
emotions, his body tense with
frustration.
Chip shrinks back, his
cheeks wet with tears. "But
Dad," he whispers, "I just-"
"Don't," Plankton says, his
voice cutting like a knife.
"Don't pretend you get it."
Chip's eyes are wide with
fear and confusion. "But Dad,"
he says, his voice trembling. "I'm
not..."
But Plankton's anger
continues to build, his antennae
quivering like live wires. "You
don't get it, Chip!" he roars.
"You're just a kid who thinks
he can fix everything with a
hug and a sorry!" His words cut
deep, each one a knife to Chip's
heart.
Chip's eyes fill with tears,
his voice barely above a whisper.
"But Daddy, I just want to
help," he says, his hand
trembling as it reaches out.
Plankton's antennae shoot
up, his body tensing. "Don't
touch me," he snaps, his
eye wild with agitation as he
throws a pillow from the bed
down by his side.
Chip's hand retreats as if
burned, his eyes wide with fear.
"But Daddy, I just-"
"I said don't touch me!" Plankton's
voice is a roar, his antennae
whipping around like angry snakes.
He stands, his whole body a
testament to his rage. Chip stumbles
backward, his heart racing. He's
never seen his father like this,
his normally calm demeanor shattered
by a tempest of emotions.