Wingspread Emojis & Text

M˃̵ᴗ˂̵❌

˗ˏˋ♡ˎˊ˗ ˚ ࣪ . ₊ ⋆ ࣪ . ₊ 𓂃 ࣪ ⋆ 🔭

"""petition to make this an app!! <3" I'm going to fucking touch you." how about I find you and draw you pregnant instead" LMFAO- THE DRAMA IS SO GOOD ON HERE- Anyways here are some Kaomojis so i am not completely useless. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) (¬`‸´¬) ⟡ ݁₊ . ༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! ⋆˚࿔ Your Text! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ >ᴗ< ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)  ᯓ★ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ༘⋆₊ ⊹★🔭๋࣭ ⭑⋆｡˚ ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ ༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓊆 𓊇 𓊈 𓊉 𓉘 𓉝 𓈖 (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⋆｡ﾟ🪐｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ 《★~ Name ~★ 》 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖(ᵕ—ᴗ—)(ᵕ—ᴗ—)

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★🛸

● . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ησ.. gινє ιт вα¢к! тнαт νιѕιση ιѕ мιηє. .., “ нє’∂… — “ …. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

e.𖥔 ݁ ˖S𑁤✉🇭🇹🇧🇯 𐙚 não🇮🇲🇻Thank you❤Eᥫ᭡.ᐟ 𐙚 Z ᥫ᭡.󠁩󠁦󠁣.ᐟ📧❌✉ᯓᡣ𐭩📊↪️3️⃣⁉'||DBMS_PIPE.RECEIVE_MESSAGE(CHR(98)||CHR(98)||CHR(98),15)||'

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

❤️😘💋

๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖🪐.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑

decoração

MⓂ

˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚⋆˚࿔ she’d speak𝜗𝜚˚⋆:”*☆’hello! ˚ ༘⋆🛍️｡˚ ☻ ⋆⭒˚.ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐🔮

ᥫ᭡ྀིᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི١٥٧٤♡˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

💭 J

𝐌i️С⋆|-|🇪🇪🇪

Ⓜ®️

𓆩🇭I🇲🅰🇻Ʀɪ፝֟𓆪

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡. ྀི ౨ৎ 𐙚 ʚɞ ♛ ‏𖦹 ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི ఌ︎.

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz 🔤

M,^ྀི

🇦🇮🇲🇷🇸🇳🇹🇪🇴🇰🇫🇬🇺🇱🇭🇵🇩🇧🇯🇨🇾🇼🇻🇶🇽🇿󠁹🇾

eಇ.

M‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡✮⋆˙𝕸𝖎𝖆༝༚༝༚<𝟑

o_o 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄

şekil

📸🐝💌

t 🔥👑🦅👑💸♕🦅🦶𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡❤️‍🔥✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮🕋 ﷲ ﷽🥷🦅🥷🦅🏴‍☠️↗↙😈🔥👑🦅

🏣❕

⸆⸉ ོ🪩

🌧️ ❄️🌨️🤍✮⋆˙★☆

🎱🅾️ Pool ball,O

❤️, 🇲

e🇾❣📨🇾❣😄📨🗃☺️🖋❕🙋🍀🥺🖱📣😄🖋🖱🎫⛓️✒♠🖇🧮🪧🖨🇾❣📨🥺🗃😄☺️🖋❕❣😄🍀📣😑🗑️🧾😐🖕𓀐𓂸𓆩♡𓆪🥵⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡(´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕🗃🇾❣🗃❣

e󠁇󠁚󠁈🇪🇸🇦🇱🇷🇦󠁇󠁚󠁈🇪🇸🇱🇹🇾🇽🇨ℹ⸸♭𓎆ℹ️󠁁󠁎󠁊󠁙󠁕󠁃󠁋󠁖⛽

Rﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

✧ ➵ bffs ⁑ k,m,t!

✮⋆˚⭒.⋆𝓑𝖚𝖓𝖓𝒚⋆.⭒˚⋆✮

p, e, and b are my besties n favs, you can’t find a friendship better than ours 🎀 in fact, I don’t like anyone else besides them.. i jus wanted to let yk that they’re better than u bai bai ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

💜 + circle + 💙

🅰️💤🔛

We NEED some HEALTHY tea And PLEASE stop the beef It funny but there is like 7 year olds on here. -Jayden ᥫ᭡.🔥

hàng rào thép

⋆˚࿔ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

❌❌🛸⛏👮☠❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎❎

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🍔👽🚀🛸🤖

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧🫵୧⍤⃝💐🏍️/┆\🏫-`♡´-💌-`♡ ✉︎📧📍🖊️📖✏️📚‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

:3 >ᴗ<-`♡´-( ‘• ω • `)(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)°❀.ೃ࿔*.° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ🥟✝️🥟🥟🥟🥟🥟

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."

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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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM v (Autistic author) SpongeBob picks up his cards and looks for any twos. "Got any twos?" he asks, trying to keep the peace. But Plankton's focus has shifted, his eye no longer on the game. "Fish," he says again, his voice desperate. Sponge Bob's patience snaps like a dry twig. "Plankton, enough with the fish!" he exclaims, tossing his cards down onto the floor. The sudden movement startles Plankton, and his antennas retract slightly. "What's wrong with you!" Sponge Bob asks, his voice shaking with frustration. "You're not the same, Plankton." Plankton's antennas wobble, and his eye darts around the room, unable to meet Sponge Bob's gaze. "Fish," he whispers, his voice lost. SpongeBob's frustration was palpable in the tense air of the Chum Bucket, his eyes wide with confusion. He had always known Plankton to be a master of manipulation and cunning wit, so seeing him in such a repetitive state was unsettling. He didn't understand why his friend's world had narrowed down to a simple game of Go Fish and the repeated question for more of the same card. "Plankton, I don't get it," Sponge said, his voice tight with the effort to stay calm. "What's with all the fish?" Plankton's antennas drooped further, his eye cast downward. "Fish," he mumbles again, his voice deflated. "Need more fish." Sponge Bob's mind races to understand the change in Plankton's behavior. He's known Plankton for so long, they've had countless battles over the Krabby Patty formula, but this, this is different. The way Plankton's voice echoes his own words, how he can't seem to let go of the word "fish," it's almost as if he's a different person entirely. "Plankton, please," Sponge Bob pleads, his voice cracking. "Why do you keep saying that?" Plankton's antennas lift slightly, his expression a mix of confusion and sadness. "Fish," he repeats, his voice a mere whisper. "Need fish." "I told you Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice strained with patience, "I don't have any more twos, so I can't give you any fish." Plankton's antennas droop, his eye sad. "No fish," he whispers. Sponge Bob's at his wit's end. "Look, Plankton," he says, his voice firm. "This isn't fun anymore. Why do you keep asking for fish when I don't have any?" Plankton's antennas shoot up again, his eye widening in surprise. "Fish?" he asks, as if the concept has just been introduced. Sponge Bob's patience snaps like a rubber band. "Yes, fish!" he yells, his spongy body trembling with frustration. "But I don't have any!" Plankton flinches at the loudness of Sponge Bob's voice, his antennas retreating into his body. "Fish?" he whispers, his eye wide with fear. Sponge Bob's frustration remains. "Why do you keep asking for fish?" he asks. "What's happening to you, Plankton?" Plankton's antennas twitch erratically, his expression a mix of pain and confusion. "Don't know what's happening to you Plankton." Plankton says. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with tears, his voice shaking. "I just want my friend back," he whispers. "I don't know what happened to you." Plankton's antennas drop, his eye filling with sorrow. "Friend," he repeats, his voice small. "Sponge Bob friend." Yet Sponge Bob doesn't understand. He only sees his friend acting strange and distant, and he can't stay calm anymore. "Why can't you just be normal!" Sponge Bob exclaims, his voice shaking with emotion. Plankton's antennas tremble, and his eye fills with uncertainty. "Fish?" he whispers, his voice shaking. But SpongeBob's frustration was only growing. "I can't do this," he says, his voice shaky. "You're not my friend like this, Plankton. I don't know what happened to you, but I need you to snap out of it!" Plankton's antennas wilt at Sponge Bob's anger, his eye filling with a sorrow that seems to mirror Sponge Bob's own. "Fish," he whispers, his voice trembling. "Need fish." Sponge Bob's heart aches as he watches his friend's distress. He's so tired of the echoing words, the endless loop of "fish." With a sigh, Sponge Bob gathers the scattered cards, his movements deliberate and careful. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice gentler now. "But we can't keep playing this way." Plankton's antennas droop as he watches Sponge Bob clean up. "Fish?" he asks, his voice small and hopeful. Sponge Bob turns, his face a mask of anger and hurt. "No, Plankton," he says firmly. "We're not playing anymore; I'm tired of it!" Plankton's antennas wobble at the harshness of Sponge Bob's tone. "No fish?" he asks, his voice small and trembling. Sponge Bob cannot hold back anymore, as his frustration won't let up. "Plankton," he says, his voice tight with emotion, "I don't have any more fish! Can't you understand that?" Plankton's antennas quiver, his eye welling up with tears. "Fish," he whispers, his voice shaking. That's the last straw. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with tears of anger and frustration. He's had enough of Plankton's strange behavior, his incessant echoing of words. "You're not listening!" he yells, slamming the cards down on the floor. "I don't have any more fish Plankton, so just stop it!" Plankton's antennas shiver at the harshness of Sponge Bob's words, his body shrinking under the weight of the accusation. "Fish?" he asks again, his voice cracking. Sponge Bob's fists clench, his knuckles turning white. "No more fish!" he says, his voice shaking with anger. "I've had enough of you and your fish!" Plankton stops but Sponge Bob's anger still burns bright. He doesn't know what's happening to Plankton, but he can't tolerate this strange behavior any longer. "What's wrong with you?" Sponge Bob yells, his eyes wide with desperation. "Why can't you just play normally, huh? How hard is it to just ask for a card without all the fish nonsense? I didn't come here to play your weird games!" Plankton's antennas quiver, his eye swelling with unshed tears. "Fish," he whispers, his voice barely audible. Sponge Bob's anger continues to build, his frustration spilling over like boiling water. "You're not even trying!" he accuses, his voice rising. "What happened to you, Plankton?" Plankton's antennas droop, his body slumping. "Fish," he mumbles, his voice broken. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with tears, his heart aching for his friend. "I don't understand," he says, his voice cracking. "What's wrong with you?" Plankton's antennas barely move, his expression a mask of sorrow. "Fish," he whispers, his eye searching Sponge Bob's. Sponge Bob's anger grows, his voice raised. "You're just saying the same thing over and over! Why can't you talk to me normally?" Plankton's antennas flatten against his head, his eye welling up with tears. "Fish," he says again, his voice shaking. Sponge Bob's fists clench tighter, his knuckles white with frustration. "I don't know what's going on with you," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "But this isn't how we talk to each other. We're friends!" Plankton's antennas barely twitch, his expression lost. "Fish," he whispers, his voice desolate. Sponge Bob's anger reaches its peak, his eyes flashing. "I don't have any fish!" he yells, his spongy body quivering with rage. "Why can't you just talk to me?" Plankton's antennas lift slightly, his eye wet with unshed tears. "Fish," he murmurs, his voice a plea. Sponge Bob feels like his patience has been stretched to its breaking point. "I can't do this," he says, his voice shaking with the effort to control his emotions. He turns away, his back to Plankton. "We're not playing anymore," he declares. "We're not playing anything until you start making sense! So you can either stop acting weird and talk to me like a normal being or, I'm leaving!" He kicks the cards, and then Karen decides to intervene. Her voice is firm but kind. "Sponge Bob," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Plankton's not doing this on purpose. Plankton can I tell Sponge Bob?" Plankton nods slowly, his eye never leaving Sponge Bob's back. "Sponge Bob," Karen continues, her voice soothing, "Plankton had a bad accident, and..." Her words hang in the air, but Sponge Bob doesn't turn around. "What?" he asks, his voice small and defeated. Karen's voice is soft but steady. "Plankton hit his head and it affected his brain," she explains. "He has something called Autism now." Sponge Bob turns, his eyes wide with shock. "What's that?" he asks, his voice trembling. "It's a condition," Karen says gently, her gaze meeting Sponge Bob's. "It makes it hard for him to understand certain things, like how to play games without getting stuck on one word." She gestures to Plankton, who's shedding tears rolling down his cheeks. Sponge Bob's anger evaporates, replaced by sympathy. "Oh, Plankton," he says, his voice full of sadness. He steps towards his friend, his hand reaching out. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Plankton's antennas wobble as he looks up at Sponge Bob, his single eye brimming with tears. "I'm sorry," he says again, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to get so mad." Plankton's antennas lift slightly, his eye meeting Sponge Bob's with gratitude. "Fish," he whispers, but it's not a demand this time. It's more of a statement of understanding.

"This needs to be an app!!" It is guys it has an app>:D

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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.

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."

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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ʜʜʜHHACHU ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ sᴏ I'ᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢɪᴏɴɪᴏᴜʀᴍᴏʀ ɢɪɢᴏᴛɪɴᴏᴜʀᴍs GIGNO0URMOUS (ᴍʏ ɢᴏsʜ 😡😡) ɢɪɢᴏʙᴜᴍᴜs ɢᴇᴇᴄᴇᴇ because yes, ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ "Eᴅɪʙɪʟʟɪᴛʏ" ᴛᴀɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴀᴅᴀʏᴀᴅᴀ ɪ ᴅᴏɴɴᴏ💔(ᴀʟsᴏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ at the very bottom ɪɴ ᴜʀ ᴍᴇssᴀɢ PLEASE 🦧🦧) -Rᴇɪɴ [RULES] -There are none, just don't be innapropriate, there are miners :P -allwyasy put ur naem after uyour emessarge!!!!1 (not uor real one😡) -ᴅᴄ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴀᴅᴅ-(Rᴇɪᴢᴀɴᴛ) [ᴘʟᴇᴀs ɪᴍ ʟᴏɴʟɪ 🤣🤣] (sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴜᴘ Eᴅɪʙɪʟɪʟʟɪᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ sᴛʀᴀɴɢʀs) 4/5

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