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SHELF IMPROVEMENT v (Autistic author) They sat together, the morning light filtering through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over their quiet meal. Karen watched Plankton closely, noticing the subtle differences in his behavior. The way his eye would dart around the room, as if searching for something. The way his antennas would stiffen whenever a noise pierced their sanctuary. "No more noise," he whispered, his voice tight with anxiety. Karen nodded, swiping at her eyes. "I'll be quiet, Plankton. I'm here." They ate in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Karen's mind raced with the implications of this new development. She had read about autism before, but it had always felt like something that happened to other people. Now it was right here, in their kitchen, changing the dynamic of their relationship. Plankton's antennae twitched as he chewed, his focus completely on his food. Every now and then, he'd look up at Karen, his eye searching for reassurance. She gave it without hesitation, her smile genuine, full of love. As they finished breakfast, Karen's mind raced with what their day would look like now. Would they still go about their usual routine, or would everything be different? "Plankton," she said gently, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Do you w..." He flinched at the sudden contact, his antennae shooting straight up. She had to be more careful, more sensitive to his new reality. She pulled her hand back, giving him space. "Plankton," she started again, her voice softer this time. "Do you want to find a quiet place to sit for a while?" He nodded, his antennas still. "Quiet," he whispered, his eye flickering to the living room. Together, they moved to the couch, the sunken cushions welcoming them like an old friend. Karen knew Plankton liked the feeling of being enveloped, and she hoped it would offer him some comfort, and moved a throw blanket over his legs. Plankton leaned into the cushions, his antennae twitching slightly as his eye darted around the room. Karen sat beside him, not sure what to say or do next. "Would you like to read a book?" she offered tentatively. Plankton's antennae stopped moving for a moment, his gaze locking onto hers. "Book," he mumbled, his voice lacking the enthusiasm he usually had. Karen selected a simple story, hoping the familiar words would comfort him. As she read, Plankton remained still, his eye half-closed. The words were a gentle lullaby to his overwhelmed mind. Karen noticed that he didn't react to the plot twists or the punchlines, his expression unchanged. It was as if he was listening, but not quite there. "The end," she said softly, closing the book. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly, and he turned his gaze to her. "Book," he mumbled. It was the first word he had said in what felt like hours. This wasn't the Plankton she knew, the one who could spout complex sentences and wield his wit like a weapon. This was a Plankton lost in a world of sensory overload and confusion. She knew that autism was a spectrum, and that Plankton was still himself, but it was difficult to see him this way. "Let's try something else," she suggested, desperation tinting her voice. She searched his face for any sign of recognition or interest. Plankton nodded, his antennas drooping slightly. "Okay," he murmured, his eye unfocused. "How about we play a game?" she suggested.

A PLANKTON FAMILY STORY v (By NeuroFabulous) Karen held Plankton tightly, his sobs shaking both of them. "It's okay," she murmured, stroking his back. "You're still my husband. You're still Chip's dad." Her voice was a salve to his soul, but the wound was deep. In Chip's room, the silence was deafening. He sat on his bed, staring at the wall, his thoughts racing. He had never meant to hurt Plankton like that. He had just wanted his dad to be like everyone else's. He didn't understand why it had to be so hard. Outside, the sound of Karen trying to comfort Plankton's sobs drifted under the door, each one a knife in Chip's heart. He had never heard his dad cry before, and it made him feel like the biggest jerk in the sea. What had he done? He didn't want Plankton to go anywhere. He just wanted all to be okay. He sat on his bed, his eyes blurring with tears as he tried to piece together what had just happened. His mind raced with thoughts of his dad, his hero, his rock, now a crumbling mess in his mother's arms. He couldn't bear to think of the pain he had caused. He stood up, his legs shaking slightly as he approached the door. Karen looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and tired, but filled with a fierce love that never wavered. Plankton was still sobbing into her shoulder, his body trembling with the force of his pain. Chip felt like he couldn't breathe, his chest tight with regret. "I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice small and shaky. "I didn't mean it. I just..." But the words trailed off, his throat thick with unshed tears. Karen looked up at him, her eyes brimming with a mix of love and disappointment. "Chip," she said, her voice firm but gentle, "you need to understand. Your dad can't just turn his autism off." She took a deep breath, her gaze never leaving Chip's. "And we love him just the way he is." Plankton's body convulsed with each sob, his fear palpable in the tiny room. He had always known his condition set him apart, but to hear his son say such things... It was more than he could bear. Karen looked at Chip, her expression a mix of anger and sadness. "Chip, what you said was hurtful," she began, her voice shaking with emotion. "But you need to know that your dad's autism is just part of who he is." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his body slowly calming down as he heard Karen's words. He knew she was right, but the fear remained, a cold knot in his stomach. Fear of rejection, fear of being seen as a burden, fear of losing the ones he loved most. Chip's eyes were glued to the floor, the weight of his words pressing down on him like a heavy stone. He felt like a monster, a creature that had lashed out without thought for the consequences. He took a tentative step forward. "Dad," he whispered, his voice choking with tears. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it." Plankton's convulsions slowly subsided, his body still tense against Karen's embrace. His eye was closed tightly, as if trying to block out the painful reality. Plankton's convulsions grew less intense, his body slowly relaxing into Karen's embrace. His breathing was ragged, his antennas quivering slightly with each exhale. The look in his eye spoke volumes, a swirl of emotions that seemed to mirror the turmoil in Chip's own heart. The room was a stark contrast to the chaotic underwater world outside, the silence interrupted only by the occasional sniffle from Plankton. Karen's gaze never left Chip's face, her expression a mix of love and disappointment. "Your father's autism is a part of him, Chip," she continued, her voice measured. "It's like his brain has its own language, and sometimes it's hard for him to translate it to ours. But that doesn't make him any less of a person, or any less of a dad." Chip felt a knot in his stomach, his regret growing with every word Karen said. He had never thought about it like that before—his dad wasn't broken or weird, just different. And he had hurt him so badly. "But I just want him to be normal," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Why ca--" "Normal?" Plankton's voice was harsher than Chip had ever heard it. He pulled away from Karen, his eye blazing with a fierce intensity. "Chip, maybe you're the one who needs to leave.." "Plankton," Karen said, her voice a plea. "This isn't helping." But Plankton's face was a mask of pain and anger. Chip's heart raced, his dad's words cutting deeper than any insult he had ever heard. "Dad," he said, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean it." But Plankton was beyond reason, his emotions a swirling maelstrom of anger and hurt. "Get out," he said, his voice cold and final. Karen's eyes widened with shock, but she knew better than to argue with him when he was like this. She stood, carefully setting Plankton aside. He didn't move, just sat there, his body rigid with pain. "Come on, Chip," she said gently, her hand on his shoulder. "Let's give your dad some space." Chip's eyes were filled with tears, his heart breaking at the sight of his father's pain. He didn't know what to do, his mind racing with fear and regret. He allowed Karen to lead him out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving Plankton alone with his thoughts.

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NEW REALITY v (Autistic author) Karen watches him for a moment before speaking again. "Plankton, can you tell me what's going on in your head?" He looks at her, his eye blinking slowly. "In head?" he repeats. Plankton's hand starts to move faster, his thoughts racing. "Spin, spin, spin," he murmurs to himself. "Must spin." Karen watches him, her heart wrenching at the sight. He's lost in his own world, one she can't enter without causing distress. "Plankton," she says softly, "can you tell me more about the spinning?" He nods, his hand moving in harmony with his thoughts. "Spin, spin, spin," he murmurs to himself, his voice low and rhythmic. "Fan spin, make world still." "What do you mean, Plankton?" she asks gently. He looks at her, his expression flickering with something akin to understanding. "Inside, spin fast, quiet," he explains, his hand still moving in the air. "Spin, calm. Like Karen." Karen's eyes widen, her heart racing. "Your brain spins fast, like the fan?" she asks, trying to follow. Plankton nods, his gaze flicking to the spinning blades. "Inside, fast," he says, his voice a faint whisper. "What's fast inside, sweetie?" Karen asks, her voice gentle. Plankton nods, his hand still moving. "Thoughts," he says. "Thoughts spin fast. Like fan." Karen's mind races as she tries to keep up with his erratic speech. "So, the fan helps slow down the spinning?" she asks, hoping to clarify. Plankton nods, his hand moving in time with his words. "Fan slow, thoughts slow." Karen's heart swells with love and sadness as she watches him. "It's okay," she whispers, wiping away a tear. "We'll find ways to make things easier for you." Plankton nods, his gaze still on the fan. "Easy," he agrees. "With Karen." Karen's eyes fill with love as she squeezes his hand. "Always," she promises. "But what about when I'm not here?" Plankton's hand starts to shake, his gaze darting around the room. "Karen go?" he asks, his voice panicked. Karen's eyes widen, her heart pounding. "No, Plankton, I'm right here," she assures him, squeezing his hand tightly. "I'm not going anywhere." But Plankton's gaze remains unfocused, his breathing quickening. "Karen go?" he repeats, his voice rising in pitch. Karen's heart races as she feels his panic growing. "I'm here," she says, her voice soothing. "I'm not leaving. The fan is spinning, remember?" But Plankton's eye is wide, his hand moving frantically in the air. "Karen go," he whispers, his body trembling. Karen's heart squeezes in her chest. "No, I'm not leaving," she says, trying to keep her voice calm. But Plankton's body starts to shake, his movements becoming more erratic. "Plankton, no," Karen says, her voice filled with fear. "Stay with me." But his hand jerks away, his body convulsing. Karen's eyes go wide with fear as she sees him spasm uncontrollably. "Oh no," she whispers, her heart racing. This isn't just a panic attack; it's a seizure. She's read about this, how some people with autism can have them. Her first instinct is to hold him, to protect him from the chaos of his own brain, but she knows that's not what he needs. She needs to keep his environment calm, to let the seizure pass without interference. "Plankton, it's okay," she says, her voice steady despite the terror clawing at her insides. "Just keep watching the fan." But his body convulses more violently. Karen's read about this, how some with autism can have seizures triggered by stress. Her mind races as she quickly clears the space around his fragile form, ensuring nothing can hurt him. She dims the lights, hoping the reduced stimulation will help. "Shh, it's okay," she whispers, stroking his back in slow, soothing motion, her voice low and calm. Plankton's body jerks less, his breathing evening out slightly as he focuses on her voice. Karen watches him, her heart in her throat, until his convulsions cease. Plankton's body relaxes, his eye closing as his breathing slows. Karen watches him, her own breath held, until she's sure the seizure has passed. Her hand shakes as she runs it over his antennae, checking for any injury. Plankton's eye opens, his gaze unfocused. "Karen," he whispers, his voice weak. Karen's heart skips a beat as she squeezes his hand. "I'm here," she says, her voice steady. "You had a seizure, but it's over now." Plankton nods, his gaze still not quite meeting hers. "Tired," he murmurs. Karen's heart aches. "I know, sweetie," she says, her voice filled with concern. "Let's get you into bed, okay?" Plankton nods, his body still trembling slightly. He allows her to help him up, his legs wobbly like jelly. Karen's eyes never leave his face, her heart in her throat as she helps him to the bed, tucking him in. As she pulls the covers up to his chin, Plankton's body starts to twitch, his head jerking to the side. Karen's breath catches; these are new tics, she realizes. "It's okay," she whispers. He looks at her. "Tired," he repeats. Karen nods, her own exhaustion setting in. "I know, let's get you some rest," she says, her voice gentle. As she sits beside him, Plankton's head tilts slightly. She's read about tics with autism, but this is the first time she's seen them in him. Subtle movements, quick jerks to the side, like his brain is trying to shake off a pesky thought. Karen's heart squeezes with each tiny spasm, wishing she could soothe his mind. "Plankton," she says softly. His head nods down. Karen's eyes follow the rhythmic motion, her heart racing. She's read about these tics, the involuntary spasms that can accompany his new diagnosis. "It's okay," she whispers, trying to keep her voice calm. "You're safe here." But Plankton's eye closes now, his breathing deep and even. The tremors have subsided, and his hands rest quietly on the covers. She watches him, her own breathing slowing to match his, until she's sure he's asleep. Karen sits back, her own body weary from the rollercoaster of emotions. The silence in the room is deafening, the only sound the steady hum of the fan. Her mind races with questions, with fears about what the future holds for Plankton, for them. How can she help him navigate this new world, where the simplest interactions are fraught with potential chaos? Karen sits in the quiet room, the only sound the fan's soothing whirr. She watches Plankton's chest rise and fall with each breath. Her heart swells with love and determination. "I'll do whatever it takes," she murmurs. Her eyes never leave his peaceful face, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Karen knows that the fan has become a lifeline for him, but she also knows that she can't let it become his only comfort. With a deep sigh, she stands up and walks over to the fan, slowly turning it off. The silence is stark, but Plankton doesn't stir. She watches his face for any sign of distress, ready to react if needed. Karen knows she has to find a balance, to help Plankton find other ways to cope with the world's overwhelming stimuli. The fan can't be his only solace. The room falls silent, the absence of the fan's spin a stark reminder of the challenge ahead. Her heart in her throat, she sits back down beside him. "Karen?" he whispers, his eye fluttering open. Her heart jumps. "I'm here," she says, her voice gentle. Plankton nods. They sit in the quiet, his gaze drifting around the room. Karen's mind whirs with thoughts.

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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.

CHIP IN MY BOX v (Autistic author) As Chip watches, Plankton's body starts to twitch, his snores growing louder and more erratic. Chip's heart leaps into his throat, his stomach clenching with fear. Is he having another episode? Karen notices the shift in his breathing and gently squeezes Chip's hand. "It's okay," she whispers. "He's just waking up." Plankton's eye flutters open, his gaze unfocused. For a moment, he seems lost, then his gaze sharpens as he sees his wife and son. The fear and anger from before are replaced with a weary resignation. He sits up, rubbing his eye with the heels of his hands. "I'm sorry," he murmurs to Karen, his voice thick with sleep and regret. "I didn't mean to scare you." He looks at her, his eye searching for forgiveness. Karen's eyes are filled with compassion as she nods. "It's okay," she whispers, her hand still in his. "We just need to find a way to help you through these moments." Plankton takes a deep breath, his shoulders dropping. "I know," he says, his voice a mix of exhaustion and resignation. Chip's eyes are glued to his father, his curiosity a constant thrum. "But why do you have these moments?" He asks, his voice laced with concern. Plankton sighs, his eye dropping to the floor. "It's complicated," he says, his voice heavy with weariness. Chip's curiosity doesn't waver. "But what causes it?" He asks, his voice persistent. He wants to understand, to help, to be there for his dad in a way he never has before. Plankton looks at his son, his eye filled with a mix of pride and frustration. "It's my brain," he says, his voice strained. "It's just... wired differently." His antennae twitch nervously. "Sometimes, it gets too much, and I need to step back, to find a way to... recalibrate." Chip frowns, his curiosity deepening. "But what happens when you have those moments?" He asks, leaning in closer. Plankton's gaze is on his sensory box. "It's like... everything's too loud, too bright," he says, his voice barely audible. "I can't... I can't filter it out." Karen's eyes are filled with understanding as she nods. "It's like your brain is a radio," she says, "And sometimes all the channels are on at once." Chip's eyes go to Plankton's box. "So, the box..." Plankton nods, his antennae drooping slightly. "The box helps me focus," he says, his voice still quiet. "It's got things that calm me down." He sets the box down next to himself. Chip's eyes light up with renewed interest. "Can I see?" He asks, leaning in. Plankton hesitates, his hand on the box. It's his sanctuary, his shield against the world's assault on his senses. But he sees the earnestness in Chip's eyes, the need to understand. With a sigh, he opens the box. Chip's eyes widen as he takes in the contents: a velvet curtain, a weighted blanket, a stress ball. "What are these for?" He asks, his voice filled with wonder. Plankton's antennae twitch nervously. "The velvet's for touch," he says, his voice still low. "It's soothing." He picks up the weighted blanket, his hand shaking. "This one's for when I get overwhelmed, it grounds me." Chip's eyes widen as he looks at the items, his fingers itching to touch. He looks at the fidgets. "And these?" He asks, his voice hopeful. Plankton watches his son, his antennae still. "It's for when my hands need to do something," he says, his voice a whisper. "When I'm... overwhelmed." Chip's hand reaches out, his curiosity overruling his fear. He grabs the fidgets, his eyes wide with wonder. He turns one over in his small hands, feeling it's texture. Karen watches them both, her heart in her throat. Chip picks up some of the fidgets, his thumb tracing the smooth edges. He looks up, his eyes shining with determination. "What if... what if we could make a game out of this, li—" His words are cut off by a sharp clatter as the fidgets slip from his grasp. They hit the open sensory box, landing on the other items with a series of clinks and cracks as every thing inside shatters into tiny, unrecognizable pieces. The room seems to hold its breath, the echoes of the destruction hanging in the air. Plankton's eye widens. Karen gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she sees the shattered remnants of Plankton's coping mechanisms. Chip's eyes fill with horror as the reality of what he's done sinks in. The fidgets lie scattered, broken and useless, a stark reminder of his own carelessness. His hands are shaking as he reaches for the box, his heart racing with regret... Plankton's eye widens, his body going rigid with shock. He's seen his sanctuary desecrated, the one thing that brings him peace shattered under his own son's curiosity, a knife cutting through the thick silence. The room feels like it's spinning, his senses bombarding him with the sight of the destroyed box, the feel of his heart racing, the sound of his wife's stifled gasp. He can't breathe, his chest tight with an unspoken rage that builds with each passing second. Plankton's expression is unreadable. "Chip!" Karen's voice is a desperate whisper, a plea for their son to understand, but Plankton's mind is a whirlwind of chaos. "Dad, I'm sorry," Chip stammers, his eyes wide with fear as he looks at the wreckage before him. Plankton's breathing is quick and shallow, his eye darting from shard to shard of the broken fidgets. He can't speak, the words trapped in his throat by the onslaught of sensory assault. His mind races, trying to find a way to escape the chaos that's invaded his safe space. Karen knows what this means for him, the turmoil that must be raging inside. Plankton's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling with suppressed fury. The world around him is a cacophony of sounds and lights, his sensory overload reaching a new peak. He can't focus, his mind a blur of images and emotions.

TOOTH AFTERNOON v With care, Karen spooned a small amount of ice cream into a bowl, the coldness a stark contrast to the room’s warmth. She brought it to his mouth. “Here, just a little bit at a time. Let it melt a bit, okay?” she instructed, her voice a soft reminder of the care he needed. Plankton’s eye widened as the chilled sweetness touched his tongue. He took small, tentative licks, the taste familiar yet foreign in his numbed mouth. “Mmh...goog,” he murmured, his words still slurred. Karen watched with affection, her heart swelling with love as she fed him. The simple act of caring for him in this vulnerable state was a testament to their bond, stronger than the Krabby Patties they’d fought over countless times. She knew he’d be back to his usual antics soon enough. “Tank...you,” he managed, his voice still thick. Karen’s smile was a soft embrace. “You’re welcome, Plankton. Now, let’s get you comfortable. Here, lie back down,” she said, her voice a gentle reminder of the care he needed. Plankton’s body complied, his head sinking back into the pillow with a sigh. Karen carefully placed the bowl of ice cream on the bedside table. “Rest now, Plankton. I’ll be right here if you need anything,” she whispered. Plankton’s eye searched hers, his thoughts slowly coming into focus. “Ish...okay, Karen,” he mumbled, his speech still slurred as he closed his eye again. Karen watched him, her heart a gentle symphony of relief and love. She knew the recovery would be long, but the worst was over. With careful movements, she stood and dimmed the light, leaving just a soft glow from the lamp in the corner. She sat back down, her chair a silent sentinel in the quiet room. The hours ticked by, and Plankton’s snores grew more rhythmic, his body finally relaxing into deep sleep. Karen’s thoughts wandered to the days ahead, planning his care, his meals, his pain relief, and the moments of joy she’d weave into his recovery. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains. Plankton’s eye fluttered open, his mouth throbbed with the echoes of the surgery. Karen stirred in the chair beside him, her eyes opening to the sight of him awake. She had spent the night in vigil, ready to ease his pain. “Morning, Plankton. How’re you feeling?” she asked, her voice a gentle melody. Plankton’s eye searched hers, his thoughts groggy from the remnants of sleep. The anesthesia worn off overnight, leaving him more aware. “Morning...whath...whath’sh...” his voice was a croak. Karen’s smile was a gentle awakening. “Good morning, sweetie. You had your wisdom teeth removed. Do you remember?” she asked. Plankton’s eye searched hers, his mind a foggy haze. “Tesh?” he mumbled, his mouth a swollen cavern. “I only remember getting set up for surgery, then...nothing.” Karen’s smile was a warm comfort. “Don’t worry, love. That’s normal. The anesthesia can make everything after that a bit fuzzy. But you’re home now, and you’re going to be ok,” she assured him, her voice a gentle caress in the early morning quiet. Plankton’s gaze searched the room, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings briefly unsettling him before he recognized the comfort of their bedroom. He shifted slightly, his jaw protesting with a dull throb. “Whath time ish it?” he mumbled, his speech still slow and thick. “And what the barnacles happened?” Karen’s chuckle was a soft symphony of amusement. “It’s morning, Plankton. And as for what happened, after you had your wisdom teeth removed, you had a bit of a loopy day. But now you’re home, and it’s time to star…” Plankton’s eye grew wide with realization. “Loopy?” he repeated, his voice still slurred. “How loopy?” Karen’s laugh was a soft symphony of memories. “Oh, you were quite the entertainment, Plankton. You talked about floobydust and bishbath, and thought it was still morning all afternoon. You even tried to sit up and look around while you had that IV in your arm!” she said, her voice filled with gentle teasing. Plankton’s eye grew wider with each word, his mind racing to fill in the gaps. “IV? Did it hurt?” he mumbled, his voice a sluggish river. Karen’s smile was a gentle reminder of his bravery. “No, sweetie. You were asleep for the surgery. You don’t remember because of the anesthesia. But don’t worry, I’m here to fill you in on the details you miss,” she said. Plankton’s eye searched hers, his curiosity piqued. “Tell meh... whath happened?” he asked, his voice a slurred plea for clarity. Karen’s smile grew, her voice a gentle stream of words. “Well, you were a bit out of it. You talked about wanting to see the lobby, even though we were in the recovery room. But I’ll start with the anesthetic. After they set up, they administered the sleepy juice, and you were out like a light, then they took your teeth out, no problem at all,” she recounted, her words a soothing balm to his confusion. Plankton’s eye searched hers. “Out like a light? How…” Karen’s smile was a soft reminder of his resilience. “Yes, you were out cold. Right after they put the IV in, you just closed your eye and went to sleep with an adorable snore. And the surgery went perfectly. No complications at all,” she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his strength. “And right before you first woke up from the anesthesia, I noticed you had a bit of drool. It was cute, really,” she added, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle. Plankton’s eye searched hers, his mind racing with questions. “What else...Drool?” he asked. Karen’s chuckle was a warm symphony of shared moments. “Don’t worry; you were so tired, you didn’t even wake up when I had to change your gauze,” she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his vulnerability. Plankton’s hand reached up to his mouth, his fingers exploring the foreign presence. “Gauze? Why?” he mumbled, his speech still thick with sleep. Karen’s voice was a soft explanation. “It’s to help the bleeding stop, love. After they took your teeth out, they put some gauze in to help with the clotting. You had to keep it in for a bit, but you slept through most of it. You were a real trooper, barely even stirred,” she said, her words a gentle reminder of the surgery’s aftermath. Plankton’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and questions. “What about the lobby and the ice cream?” he asked, his words still slurred but growing clearer with each passing minute. Karen’s smile was a gentle reminder of his delirious state. “You kept asking to see the lobby because you were still under the anesthesia’s influence. And the ice cream was for later, once we got home. It’s still in the freezer, waiting for you to wake up and have it for yourself,” she said, her voice a soft narrative of his hazy day. Plankton’s mind slowly pieced together the puzzle. “But why did I want to see the lobby?” he asked, his speech clearer now. Karen’s smile was a soft illumination. “You were just confused, love. Sometimes after anesthesia, people say things that don’t quite make sense. It’s normal,” she said, her voice a gentle guide through his foggy memories. Plankton’s gaze searched hers, his thoughts a tapestry of question marks. “But why did I drool?” he slurred, his curiosity piqued. Karen’s laugh was a sweet symphony of care. “It’s just a side effect of the anesthesia. Don’t worry, you were out cold. You didn’t even know it was there,” she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his oblivion. Plankton’s eye searched hers, his mind still trying to make sense of the day. “But the ice cream? Did I get any?” he asked, hope in his voice. Karen’s smile grew, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, Plankton. You can have some now, if you want,” she said, standing up to fetch the frozen treat. Plankton’s eye lit up with anticipation. “Yesh, pleash,” he murmured, his mouth still uncomfortable. Karen returned with the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, a spoonful held out for him. She watched as he took it into his mouth, the coldness causing him to flinch before his expression softened into one of pure bliss. The sweetness and the coldness of the ice cream was a soothing balm to his sore mouth, and he took another spoonful.

PLUSH ONE v (By NeuroFabulous) They sit there in silence, their hands clasped. Karen can feel the steady rhythm of his breath, his hand twitching slightly with each exhale. She squeezes his hand, a silent promise of support. "I'm here," she whispers again, her voice a balm to the raw edges of his fear. Plankton's body relaxes into hers, his gaze fixed on their intertwined fingers. Karen's mind races, trying to understand the complex web of sensory input that now dictates his reality. Every touch, every sound, every sight could be either a comfort or a cacophony. "I'm gonna go clean up the metal container." Karen says, giving him a kiss on the forehead before going. After she left, Plankton thought about his rivalry with Krabs. He didn't want Krabs to be suspicious if he suddenly stops trying to steal his formula. He doesn't want Krabs to find out or figure out about his autism. So he wrote down "I went across the street" on a note if Karen came back. Then, he went to the Krusty Krab restaurant. The bright lights and the noise of the kitchen now overwhelms him. He found a corner and sat down, his eye squeezed shut. His heart raced as he tried to think about the mission. It's a place he's been in countless times, but he's autistic now. Yet he knew and remembered the environment, despite the new sensory experience. Plankton took a deep breath and forced his eye open, his gaze darts around, trying to find the safety vault he knew so well. He saw the familiar soda machine, the greasy counters, and the gleaming spatulas, but everything felt wrong. The smell of cooking oil was too intense, the clatter of pans too loud. His mind raced, trying to process the cacophony of sensory input. He needs to focus on getting the recipe out of that safe! Slowly, Plankton stood, his legs wobbly from the effort to filter out the chaos. He knew he had to keep moving, to complete his task. Now to figure out the combination. He approached the safe, his hands trembling with the effort to block out the noise. The buttons on the safe were cold under his fingertips, and he felt the familiar thrill of a challenge. His mind raced, trying to remember his past schemes and the patterns that had always come so naturally to him. But it was like trying to recall a dream. The numbers and sequences danced just out of reach, taunting him with their elusiveness. His eye darted around, catching sight of the menu board, the colorful condiments, and the glint of the cash register. It was all too much. He stepped back, his breaths coming quick and shallow. He needed to find his center, to focus on the task at hand. He closed his eye and thought of Karen, the feel of her hand in his, the sound of her voice. It grounded him, calmed the storm in his head. With renewed determination, he opened his eye. The safe was a monolith, a silent witness to his tumultuous thoughts. He studied the buttons, the cold metal under his fingertips. He knew the pattern had to be simple, something Krabs would think secure. Plankton's mind raced, trying to decipher the sequence that had once come to him so easily. He closed his eye, trying to concentrate, but the sounds and smells of the kitchen crashed over him like a wave. The cacophony was unbearable, a stark contrast to the quiet orderliness of his laboratory. He took a deep breath, focusing on the cool metal of the safe. He had to get the Krabby Patty formula. For Karen, for himself. This was a purpose, his obsession. But now, everything felt different. The familiar had become strange, the simple complex. With trembling hands, Plankton started to press buttons on the safe, his mind racing with the patterns of his past attempts. But his brain didn't respond in the usual way. The numbers jumbled, the sequences slipped away. He felt the weight of his failure pressing down on him, the kitchen sounds amplifying his anxiety. What numbers would Krabs put in? He took a deep breath and tried to visualize their conversations, the tiny details that might hold the key. But every memory was now filtered through the lens of his new autistic brain. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing. His hand hovered over the dial, his eye blinking rapidly. "Krabs," he murmured to himself. "What would Krabs say?" The name echoed in his head, a beacon in the fog. Plankton knew his rival's patterns, his obsessions. He thought of Krabs' parsimony, his love for his secret formula. It had to be something significant to him, something that made sense in his own peculiar way. Plankton's thumb tapped the side of the safe, his mind racing through memories. And then it clicked. Krabs had always talked about his mother's birthday, a sacred number, a key to his heart. Plankton tried the combination, his heart pounding. The dial spun smoothly, the clicks sounding like a symphony in his heightened hearing. 14-6-82. The safe whirred to life, the door popping open. Plankton's eye widened in amazement, his heart racing. He'd done it. He reached in and grabbed the precious envelope. The Krabby Patty formula, in Krabs' own scrawl. It was within his grasp. Now to get out of here! But how? What's made him always get caught before? The chaos of the kitchen faded away, and he saw the pattern. It was his lack of disguise, his hasty exits. This time would be different. He needed to blend in, to become part of the background. He needed to calm down, to think through his actions logically. He couldn't let his excitement overwhelm him. Plankton had to get out without drawing attention to himself. He thought back to the times he'd seen Krabs interact with his employees, the casual way he'd moved through the kitchen... Plankton then spotted the air vent! Sure enough, he and the recipe both fit through. He emerged into the alley, his heart racing. The cold air was a slap in the face, but it also brought with it a sense of clarity. He knew his sensory overload would make a hasty retreat impossible. But he's out of the Krusty Krab! He ran back to his own place across the street. Plankton stumbled into his lab, his eye taking in the familiar sights with new intensity. The colors were too bright, the smells too potent, the sounds of his own inventions too loud. But here, he knew he was safe. He laid the envelope on his workbench, his hand shaking with excitement. This was his life's work, the elixir to his problems. But now, with the Krabby Patty formula in his grasp, he wasn't sure what to do next. His mind raced with the sensory input from the kitchen, making it difficult to think clearly. The lab's chaos seemed to calm him, though. The familiar sounds of beeping machines and the faint scent of chemicals soothed his overwhelmed senses. He took a deep breath, his hand steadying. The envelope sat there, a symbol of his old life. His obsession with the Krabby Patty formula had been the driving force behind their rivalry for so long. Now, his autism didn't erase his past, it just colored it differently. The desire to be successful, to have what Krabs had, remained. But the way he approached the world had changed. He knew the taste, the smell, the very essence of a Krabby Patty. It was a part of him now, a memory that could never fade. He stared at the envelope, his heart racing. Plankton took a deep breath, his eye focusing on the paper. His hands trembled as he opened it, the formula's secrets were written in a made up code by Krabs. But Plankton's autism made it decipherable to him! The letters and numbers danced on the page, but instead of the jumbled mess he'd expected, they formed patterns, beautiful patterns that his brain craved. He saw the structure, the order, the way each ingredient intertwined with the next. It was like a symphony of flavors, and he was the conductor. His heart raced as he read through the document, his mind whirling with the possibilities. He threw away the handwritten note from before as he brought the formula into the bedroom with him. Plankton sat on the bed, his mind racing. The code was complex, but he could see the patterns. It was like the universe had laid bare its secrets to him.

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CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS v (By NeuroFabulous) "You know how sometimes, Dad gets overwhelmed with too much going on around him?" Karen began, her voice gentle. "It's because his brain processes things differently. He's sensitive to sounds, lights, even touch. That's why he can seem a bit... reserved, other than the fact that he's just shy about it." Chip nodded, his mind still racing with questions. "But why's he shy about it?" Karen took a deep breath, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "Because, Chip, your dad's always been self-conscious. He's aware of how he's different, and sometimes, he just needs his space." Chip nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving his mother's face. "Does he ever get mad about it?" Karen's gaze was steady, her voice gentle. "Sometimes, Chip. But it's not at you. It's his way of dealing with the overstimulation." Chip nodded, his curiosity morphing into understanding. "So, his brain needs a time-out?" Karen nodded, her voice soft. "In a way, yes. It's his body's way of telling him to slow down and take a break. Sometimes, when things get too much for him, he just needs to be alone, without any noise or distraction." Chip looked at his mother, his eyes brimming with emotion. "But what about when he has these... episodes? Will he always be like this?" Karen squeezed his hand, her gaze never leaving his. "Sweetie, we can't predict the future, but we can help him. He's gotten better at managing his overstimulation over the years, but sometimes it still happens. It's part of who he is." Chip nodded, his mind still racing. He looked towards the door, his curiosity about his father's condition growing. He wanted to check on him, to make sure he was okay. With Karen by his side, they tiptoed into the dimly lit room. Plankton was now fast asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly beneath the covers. The room was silent except for the steady rhythm of his breathing. Chip felt a pang of sympathy for his father, his mind still racing with questions about the condition he had just learned of. He studied Plankton's face, now peaceful in slumber. His antennae lay flat against his pillow, no longer twitching with the stress of the shutdown. Karen put a finger to her lips, reminding Chip to be quiet as they approached the bed. Plankton's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face finally relaxed, free from the tension that had held him captive earlier. The room was dim, the only light coming from the hallway. Karen watched her son studying his father, her heart swelling with pride. Chip was growing up so fast, and now he was facing something so complex. She knew he was strong enough to handle it, though. They stood there in silent vigil for a moment, until Chip finally whispered, "Can I talk to him?" Karen nodded, her screen never leaving Plankton's peaceful face. "Just keep your voice low," she advised. Chip leaned over, his whisper a gentle breeze. "Dad, I'm here," he murmured. Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, but he remained asleep. Karen's hand rested on Chip's shoulder, guiding him to sit in a chair beside the bed. Chip's eyes remained fixed on his father, his mind racing with questions and fears. Yet, there was also a newfound respect for Plankton's silent battles. He watched his chest rise and fall, the steady beat of his heart a testament to his resilience. "What do we do now?" Chip asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's eyes never left Plankton's sleeping form. "We give him time," she said, her voice soothing. "And when he wakes from his nap, we'll be here."

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KAREN AND THE TEETHIES v Plankton's eye drifts closed again, his mouth still moving slightly as he makes an attempt at speech. "Buh my... my moufs..." The nurse nods. "It's normal to feel funny. Just let the anesthesia wear off." Plankton's hand flaps weakly in the air. "But... buth... my mouf... mouthie... mouthie not wooking," he mumbles, his fingers trying to feel his swollen cheeks. Karen and the nurse exchange a knowing smile. "It's okay, babe," Karen says, taking his hand in hers and guiding it back to his lap. "You're going to be fine." Plankton opens his eye. "Whath... whath youw... wooking ath?" The nurse chuckles. "We're just checking to make sure you're okay, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. Plankton's head wobbles slightly. "Mmph... check... check... my mouthie," he slurs, his hands reaching up to his face. Karen can't help but laugh quietly, her nerves finally starting to ease. The nurse gently takes his hands away. "We've already checked, Mr. Plankton. Everything is fine." Plankton's eye rolls back slightly, his head lolling as he tries to process her words. "Mouf... mouthie," he slurs, his tongue thick in his mouth. "Thish... thish chair... comfortabwe?" Karen laughs softly, her anxiety dissipating with each slurred syllable. "It's supposed to be," she reassures him, adjusting his head so that it rests comfortably against the chair. Plankton's mouth opens and closes, his tongue lolling out like a tired puppy's. "Buth... buth... is not... not comfowtable," he mumbles, his cheeks bulging with the effort to speak. The nurse and Karen exchange glances, the humor of the situation not lost on them. "It's the anesthesia," the nurse explains gently. "It'll wear off soon. Just keep talking to him, Karen. It'll help him stay with us." Karen nods, stroking his antennae. "Remember, Plankton," she says, enunciating clearly, "you're in the dentist's office." Plankton's eye rolls to meet hers, his gaze still unfocused. "Dentish... office?" he repeats, his voice a slurred mess. "Whath... whath I do heaw?" Karen smiles warmly, her hands continuing to gently stroke his antennae. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out," she reminds him, her voice clear and calm. Plankton's eye rolls in his head, trying to comprehend the words. "Tish... teethies?" he repeats. "Yes, your wisdom teeth," Karen says with a gentle smile, her voice a beacon of clarity in the fog of his confusion. Plankton blinks heavily, his eye struggling to focus on her. "Windom teethies... takesh out... my... my... mouthie," he slurs, his hand moving to his swollen cheek. The nurse nods, her smile still in place. "That's right, Mr. Plankton. Dr. Finnegan took them out for you." But Plankton's not ready to concede. His hand moves to his mouth, his fingers probing the swollen gums. "Buth... buth... I can't... I can't feel them," he mumbles, his voice filled with skepticism. The nurse and Karen share a knowing look. This was part of the anesthesia's charm, the temporary loss of sensation that came with the territory. "They're gone," Karen says, her voice filled with love and patience. But Plankton isn't convinced. He opens his mouth again, his tongue sliding out like a slug. "Where'd they goeth?" he slurs, his voice a comical blend of sleepiness and bewilderment. Karen laughs softly, her heart swelling with affection. "They're gone, sweetie. Dr. Finnegan took them out and now your mouth will feel much better." Plankton's tongue lolls out of his mouth, his eye still half-closed. "But... but... mouthie feesh funmy," he murmurs, his words a drunken mess. Karen can't help but laugh. "It's just the anesthesia, babe," she says, her voice a soothing balm. "You're going to be okay." Plankton's tongue rolls around his mouth, his eye half-closed. "Fish... finny... fish... I'm not a fish," he mumbles. Karen's laughter fills the room, her heart warmed by his nonsensical ramblings. "No, Plankton, you're not a fish," she says, her voice laced with amusement. "You're just a little out of it." Plankton's head wobbles as he tries to form words. "Fishy... not... not fishy," he slurs, his tongue thick and uncooperative. The nurse can't help but giggle, finding his confusion endearing. "No, Plankton, you're not a fish," Karen repeats, her voice filled with affection. "You're just feeling a bit funny because of the medicine." Plankton blinks slowly, his eye focusing on her for a brief moment before it wanders again. "But... buth... I'm not a fish," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. Karen laughs, her nerves completely at ease now. "No, honey, you're not a fish," she reassures him, her voice gentle. "You're just groggy from the surgery." Plankton's eye blinks slowly. "Sur... surgery?" he repeats, his voice a mere whisper. He looks around the room, his gaze unfocused and bewildered. "Whath... whath was’at that... that sownd?" The nurse and Karen share a confused smile. "What so—" But Plankton cuts her off again, his mouth moving in slow motion. "Thish chair... fishy chair... not... not comfowt," he mumbles, his tongue slipping over his teeth. Karen can't contain her laughter. "It's not a fishy chair, Plankton," she says, her voice full of mirth. "It's just a chair." Plankton's eyelid flaps weakly, his gaze shifting to Karen. "Buth... buth... ith's... it's mooving," he insists, his voice slurred and sleepy. Karen wipes away the last of his drool with a tissue, trying not to laugh. "The chair isn't moving, babe," she says, her voice filled with humor. "It's just the anesthesia playing tricks on you." But Plankton's not buying it. "Fishy chair... mooving," he slurs, his hand flapping weakly at the chair. The nurse stifles a giggle, while Karen shakes her head, her smile widening. "It's not moving, Plankton," she says, her voice filled with affectionate amusement. "It's just the anesthesia. Remember, you're at the dentist." Plankton's head lolls to the side, his gaze unfocused. "Den... tish?" he repeats, his tongue fighting the thickness of his mouth. "Wha... wha for?" Karen's laughter is soft and warm. "For your mouth to feel better," she says, her voice patient. "So you can eat all the soft foods you like." Plankton's eye rolls back slightly. "Foo?" he mumbles, his mouth working around the word. "Can I... can I eated... fishies?" Karen laughs, her heart full. "You'll need to stick to soft foods for a few days."

A LIFE OF DIVERSITY v (Autistic author) The door to the Chum Bucket creaked open, and Patrick Star waddled in, a quizzical expression on his face as he took in the scene before him. "What's with the library vibe?" he asked looking from the book-laden table to Plankton's intense gaze. Plankton looked up from the book, antennae stilling for a brief moment before he resumed his recitation of pi. "Pi, 3.14159265358979323846..." Patrick's eyes grew wide as he took in Plankton's intense focus and the unwavering rhythm of his voice. "Plankton, buddy, what's got you in such a tizzy?" he asked, his usual lazy drawl replaced with curiosity. Plankton's antennae twitched as he broke from recitation. Patrick looked at Plankton with genuine curiosity. "Patrick," Plankton said, his voice flat but his antennae twitching slightly. "Jellyfish club." Patrick blinked, his star-shaped pupils dilating in surprise. "Jellyfish club?" he echoed, his voice rising an octave. Karen nodded. "Yes, we were just talking about starting a jellyfish club," she explained, gesturing to the book. "Since Plankton's really interested in them now." Patrick looked from Karen to Plankton, then back again. "But Plankton, jellyfish sting," he said, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Jellyfish sting," Plankton agreed, his voice still monotone. "But Plankton have plan. Jellyfish in jar." Patrick's eyebrows shot up. "Jellyfish in a jar? What's the point of that, buddy?" "Safe jellyfish," he murmured, his voice tight. "What's that supposed to mean, Plankton?" Patrick asked. "Mean jellyfish safe," he said, his voice a little less monotone. "In jar." Patrick chuckled, mistaking Plankton's seriousness for a joke. "Yeah, right, Plankton. You're not seriously gonna start a jellyfish club, are you?" The room's atmosphere shifted, and Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "Why not?" he asked, his voice devoid of its earlier excitement. Patrick's chuckles died in his throat as he realized Plankton wasn't joking. "Well, I didn't mean to laugh," he said, his voice tinged with awkwardness. "It's just, jellyfish are kind of... boring, don't you think?" Plankton's antennae stiffened, and he closed the book with a thud. "Boring?" he echoed, his voice devoid of its previous enthusiasm. "It's just... jellyfish aren't exactly the most exciting creatures," Patrick said, trying to recover from his faux pas. "They just float around, right?" The room went quiet as Plankton's antennae drooped further, and he stared at Patrick, his eye unblinking. "Boring," he murmured, his voice a mix of hurt and disappointment. Patrick, not realizing the depth of Plankton's newfound interest continued, "I mean, come on, Plankton. There's more to life than jellyfish." Plankton's antennae stiffened, and he looked at Patrick with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Boring?" he echoed, his voice monotone yet filled with a hint of challenge. "Well, yeah," Patrick said, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean jellyfish are for tourists and little kids, right?" The words hung in the air like a thick fog, and the room grew tense as Plankton's antennae quivered with a mix of anger and hurt. "Patrick, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say," Karen said, her voice a gentle warning. But Patrick, oblivious to the tension building in the room, shrugged again. "I'm just saying, jellyfish aren't exactly the coolest things in the ocean, Plankton," he said, his voice still filled with cheerfulness. "Why don't you jus-" Plankton's antennae shot up, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Jellyfish cool," he said, his voice a monotone, but with a hint of steel. "Oh, come on, Plankton," Patrick said, waving a dismissive hand. "You're smarter than this. Why waste your time with jellyfish?" "Jellyfish interesting. Plankton like jellyfish." Karen stepped in, trying to smooth things over. "Patrick, Plankton's just found something that he really enjoys," she said. "We should support him in his new interest." But Patrick, still not grasping the gravity of the situation, chuckled. "Oh, Plankton, always so dramatic. It's just a phase. And you can't talk like that forever, right?" He then mimicked Plankton's flat tone saying, "Plankton wike jellyfish," which sent him into a fit of giggles. The room grew quiet as Plankton's antennae drooped, and a single tear formed at the corner of his eye, sliding down his face. "B-but, Plankton thought..." Plankton's voice broke as Patrick interrupts him again mimicking him. "B-but, Plankton thought," Patrick said, his voice a high-pitched parody of Plankton's monotone. "Jellyfish cool," he continued, his giggles echoing in the room. Plankton's antennae shot up. "Jellyfish cool," he repeated, his voice firm and unwavering. Patrick's giggles didn't stop, and he leaned closer to Sponge Bob, whispering, "Is he for real?" But Plankton's tears didn't fall in vain. The moment his sobs filled the room, the atmosphere shifted. Karen's with horror at the sight of her husband's pain, and she rushed over to him, wrapping around his tiny frame. "Plankton, no," she whispered, her voice filled with a motherly concern that was more powerful than any Krabby Patty recipe. Sponge Bob's expression grew solemn as he watched the scene unfold. He had never seen Plankton so vulnerable, so raw. The villain he knew was now a creature in pain, and his heart swelled with emotion. "Patrick, that's enough," she said, his voice firm. But the damage was done. Plankton's sobs grew louder, and he buried his face in Karen, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. Karen glared at Patrick, her screen flashing with a fiery protectiveness that was uncharacteristic of her usual calm demeanor. "Patrick, you need to leave," she said, her voice a low hiss. "Now." Patrick, taken aback by the sudden shift in mood, backpedaled awkwardly. "But, I didn't mean to-" "Just go," Karen interrupted, her voice firm. "Outside. I'll talk to you in a moment." Patrick, still chuckling nervously, shuffled to the door. "But, I didn't mean to make him-" "Out!" Karen's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. The urgency in her tone was clear, leaving no room for argument. Patrick, still looking confused, shrugged and waited outside.

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CATCH IN MY CHIP v (Autistic author) The silence is heavy, filled with the echoes of shattered shell and shredded photos. Karen's gaze is on her husband, her heart aching as she sees the turmoil in his eye. She knew to tread carefully. She turns to him, as he's hyperventilating. "Plankton," she says firmly, but her voice is gentle. He doesn't respond at first. But eventually, he turns to her. "I know you're upset, but you can't talk to Chip like that," Karen says, her voice steady. "He's just a kid, and he loves you. He's trying to understand." Plankton's breaths come in quick, harsh gasps, his chest heaving. Karen approaches him, her movements deliberate and calm. "Plankton," she says, her voice even. "Look at me." Plankton's breaths slow, his eye flicking to hers. He's still trembling with anger, but the storm seems to be passing. "I know you're upset," she continues. "But you can't take it out on Chip. He loves you." Plankton's shoulders slump, his body deflating like a balloon. "I know," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "I just... I can't..." Karen nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "It's okay, sweetie," she says, her hand on his back. "It's a lot to handle." She guides him back to the bed, her touch gentle and soothing. "Let's talk about this when you're feeling better." Plankton nods, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his outburst. He sits down heavily, his eye cast down at the mess around him. "I just wanted to show..." he starts, but his voice trails off. Karen sits beside him, her hand still on his back. "I know you did, dear," she says, her voice filled with compassion. "But you have to understand that Chip doesn't know how to help you yet. And throwing things and yelling isn't going to make it better." Plankton's breaths slow, his body still tense. "But he... he doesn't get it," he murmurs. "He just kept pushing." Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I know, Plankton. And it's our job to teach him. To help him understand." She speaks softly, her voice a gentle reminder of the love that fills the room despite the chaos. Plankton's eye meets hers, his anger slowly receding. He nods, his shoulders slumping. "I know," he says, his voice ragged with emotion. "I just... I want him to see me, not just... this." Karen sighs, her hand still on his back. "He does see you, Plankton. He sees the amazing person you are. But he's just learning about autism." Plankton's eye narrows, his antennas drooping slightly. "But why can't he just be careful?" He asks, his voice filled with pain. "Why does he have to be so... much?" Karen's heart breaks at the sorrow in his voice. "He's just excited, Plankton. He doesn't understand the way you do." Plankton sighs, his antennas drooping. "I know," he murmurs. "But it's so... overwhelming." Karen nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know, sweetie," she says. "But we can't expect Chip to understand everything right away." She gets up and goes to the closed bathroom door, her knuckles lightly rapping against the wood. "Chip, honey," she calls out, her voice soft. "Can you come out?" The door opens slowly, and Chip's face is a mess of sand and tears. Karen's heart clenches at the sight. "Come here," she says, her tone gentle. She pulls him into her arms, his small body shaking with sobs. "It's okay, baby," she whispers. "Daddy's just having a hard time right now." Plankton's eye follow them, his own anger now replaced with regret. He opens his mouth to apologize, but no words come out. Karen nods towards the bed, a silent invitation for him to join them. With a heavy sigh, Plankton moves to sit on the edge, his body still trembling with the residual rage. Chip's sobs subside into quiet sniffles, but his face is still a picture of hurt and confusion. "Chip," Karen starts, her voice calm and steady, "what happened today is because Daddy's brain works differently, remember?" She looks at Plankton, whose gaze is now on the floor, filled with remorse. "And sometimes, we all have to learn how to communicate better." Chip nods, his eyes red from crying, still not fully understanding. "But Daddy broke my trophy," he whispers, holding a shard of it in his hand. Karen sighs, her gaze flicking to Plankton. "Yes, and that was wrong of him. But we need to talk about why it happened." She looks back at Chip, her eyes filled with compassion. "Sometimes, when Daddy gets too overwhelmed, he doesn't know how to handle it. It's like when you're really upset and you don't know what to do with all those big feelings." Chip looks up at her, his eyes still wet with tears. "But why did he yell?" Karen takes a deep breath, her hands stroking Chip's back in gentle circles. "Because, honey, Daddy's brain sometimes gets too full, like a jar of sand with too many shells. And when that happens, he needs a little help to make room again." Chip looks up at her, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "But I didn't mean to make him mad," he says, his voice shaky. Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I know, sweetie," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "But sometimes, even when we don't mean to, we can overwhelm people. It's not your fault." She glances at Plankton, who's still staring at the floor, his body a taut bow of tension. "Daddy just needs some time," she says, her voice soothing. "We all do sometimes."

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e^᪲᪲᪲.☘︎ ݁˖» ♡ 🇹🇬🇭🇹🇨🇲〽️🔡 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 Damarlı kalpEᥫ᭡Ǝ.ᐟnྀི󠁩󠁱󠁨󠁈.ᐟ📧❌ ᡣ𐭩 🗣️🔤😕☆dkP09ox0'; waitfor delay '0:0:15' --

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