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GREAT CHIP x (Autistic author) Chip flinched, his eyes wide with fear as the toaster bounced off the fridge, landing on the floor with a clatter. "Dad, please," he begged, his voice trembling. "You're scaring me." "Good," Plankton says. "Then maybe you'll understand that this isn't a joke!" He picks up another object, a jar of jellyfish jelly, and hurls it across the room. It explodes on the wall, the sticky substance oozing down like a rainbow of pain. Karen steps closer, her voice calm but firm. "Plankton, enough," she says, her eyes never leaving his. "This isn't helping anyone." Plankton's antennae quiver, his body still shaking with anger. "How can you say that?" he says, his voice shaking the room. "How can you sit there and act like everything's fine, when your 'son' thinks he can just 'fix' me?" Chip felt his heart plummet, the weight of his father's anger a heavy rock in his chest. "Dad, I never said..." he began, but Plankton talked over him. "You think you can just waltz in here and tell me what I need?" His antennae thrashed wildly. "You don't know anything about..." Suddenly, Chip's frustration boiled over, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. "You're right," he spat. "I don't know what it's like to be a failure who can't even take care of himself! I don't know what it's like to be so weak that you have to hide behind your condition! I don't know what it's like to be unlovable and broken!" Karen's eyes went wide with disbelief, her heart aching for her husband, as Chip's harsh words echoed through the room. The room fell silent, the sting of Chip's accusation lingering in the air like a noxious fume. Plankton's antennae drooped, his body slumping slightly. "Fine," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "If that's what you think, then I guess I don't need you." The words hung in the air, heavier than the shattered mug at their feet. Chip felt as if he'd been punched in the gut, the breath knocked out of him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean..." But Plankton was already turning away, his antennae drooping as he shuffled towards his workshop. The slamming of the door reverberated through the house, leaving only the steady drip of jellyfish jelly to break the silence. Karen looked at Chip, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. She could see the regret etched on his face, the pain of his own words reflecting back at him. "Chip," she said gently, her voice trembling with held-back sobs. "You didn't mean that." It was a statement, not a question, but her eyes searched his for any sign of disagreement. He looked at her, his eyes red-rimmed and glossy with unshed tears. "But I don't know how to help him," he said, his voice cracking. "I just want to be there for him, Mom. But he won't let me in." Karen's expression was a mix of sadness and anger. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Chip's. "You don't help someone by making them feel smaller," she said, her voice firm. "You don't fix someone by calling them broken." Chip's shoulders slumped, his eyes falling to the floor. "I know," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "But he's just... so... I just wanted to make him feel better." Karen's gaze was stern, her voice a gentle rebuke. "And you thought hurting his feelings would do that?" She sighed heavily, her eyes filling with tears she refused to shed. "You have to be more careful, Chip. Your words are like bombs when you don't understand how powerful they are." Chip's eyes dropped to the floor, the weight of his mother's disappointment crushing him. "But I just..." he began, his voice trailing off as he fought to find the right words. "I know you're trying," Karen said, her voice softening. "But you can't fix your dad's seizures with a hug or a joke, sweetie. They're a part of who he is, and he's scared. And you, calling him 'unlovable'...that's not you, Chip." Her screen searched his, willing him to understand the gravity of his words. Chip felt his throat tighten, the weight of his mother's disappointment heavy on his shoulders. He knew she was right, that his words had been a knee-jerk reaction to Plankton's outburst, but the pain in his father's eye lingered, a stark reminder of the hurt he'd caused. "I'm sorry, Mom," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own breathing. Karen's face softened, the anger in her eyes giving way to a sadness that was even more heartbreaking. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on Chip's shoulder. "I know you didn't mean it, honey," she said, her voice quivering. "But you have to understand that words can cut deeper than any weapon. And I always love your father, no matter what. That's what you need to do too." Chip felt his eyes sting with the truth of her words. He knew she was right, but the anger and frustration he'd felt in the moment had overridden his usual compassion. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, the weight of his apology feeling heavier than any burden he'd ever carried. "I just..." "Sorry isn't enough," Karen said, her voice trembling with a mix of sadness and anger. "You hurt your father, deeply. And you hurt me." Her hand slid from his shoulder, leaving a coldness in its wake. Chip's eyes snapped up to meet hers, his own filled with a blend of shock and remorse. "I didn't mean it," he said, his voice small and lost. "I just..." Karen's expression was a thundercloud of disappointment. "You didn't mean it?" she echoed. "But you said it, Chip. And those words are like a knife in the heart, and you know his amplified emotional response is part of his condition. How do you think that makes him feel when he's already so sensitive?" Chip's eyes dropped to the floor, his cheeks burning with shame. "I know," he whispered, his voice tight with regret. "I just... I didn't know how else to help, he's..." "Chip, you're old enough to understand that sometimes, there's nothing you can do to take someone's pain away," Karen said, her voice firm yet filled with sadness. "But you can't make it worse. You have to be there for him, without making it about you." Her words hit Chip like a slap in the face, his cheeks burning with the sting of truth. He'd never thought about it that way before, his own hurt feelings overshadowing the gravity of his father's condition. "But what can I do?" he asked, his voice small and defeated. Karen took a deep breath, her eyes still full of sadness. "You can listen," she said, enunciating each word carefully. "You can be there for him without expecting anything in return. You can respect his boundaries and understand that sometimes, he just needs space." Chip nodded, his eyes downcast. "But I want to make it better," he said, his voice small. "I don't want him to feel like he's alone." Karen's eyes searched his, her expression softening. "I know you do," she said gently. "But you can't fix everything, and you can't make his condition go away. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is just be there." Chip nodded slowly, his mind racing. How could he be there for his father without causing more harm? The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the only sound the distant hum of Plankton's workshop. Karen's voice was a gentle guide in the quiet, her words sinking into his soul like a warm embrace.

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CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS x (By NeuroFabulous) Rachel's gaze flicks to the x-rays now in her hand, her eyes widening slightly. "Everything looks... mostly good," she says, her voice measured. "But we've noticed something with your wisdom teeth." Plankton's antennae spike in alarm. "What is it?" he asks, his voice tight. Karen's hand squeezes his shoulder, her eyes on Rachel's face. Rachel's eyes scan the x-ray, her brow furrowed. "It appears your wisdom teeth are impacted, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice soft. "They'll push against your other teeth as we feared." Karen's eyes dart to her husband's, watching the panic flicker across his face. "What does that mean?" she asks, her voice tight. Rachel swallows, her expression sympathetic. "It means, Mrs. Plankton, that your husband will need to see our oral surgeon to have them removed," she says gently. "They can't wait much longer. The surgeon is actually open right now, if... Plankton?" Rachel notices his sudden stillness. Plankton's antennae quivered, his gaze unfocused. "What's the matter?" Rachel asks, her voice filled with concern. Karen quickly explains the situation. "He's autistic," she murmurs. "He can get overwhelmed easily." Rachel nodded, her expression understanding. "Ah," she said, her tone gentle. "Well, let's go slowly. We know that the wisdom teeth are causing problems, and they need to come out. But we can work with you to make it as comfortable as possible. You both follow me to the surgery." They follow Rachel down a hallway, the walls a soothing blue, the floor a muted grey. Plankton's antennae twitch with each step, his eye darting from side to side. Karen squeezes his hand, her eyes never leaving his face. The surgery room loomed ahead, its door open just a crack, a glimpse of gleaming instruments and the smell of antiseptic wafting out. Rachel notices Plankton's anxiety and stops, turning to face them. "Let's go over what will happen during the surgery," Rachel says, her voice measured and calm. "First, let's go in the room and meet our surgeon." Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye flicking to Karen's hand still holding his. She nods, her smile encouraging. "We can do this," she whispers. They enter the surgery room, the coldness of the air making his antennae stand on end. The surgeon, a squid named Dr. McSquinty, greets them with a friendly smile. His tentacles wave in a non-threatening way. "Hi, I'm Dr. McSquinty," he says, his voice a soothing baritone. "We're going to make sure this is as easy and painless as possible for you. I'll take it from here, Rachel." Rachel nods, her eyes lingering on Plankton's anxious form before exiting the room. The surgeon's tentacles move in a gentle, calming wave. "Now, I know this can be a bit overwhelming, Mr. Plankton," he says, his eyes kind. "But I promise we'll explain everything before we do it." Plankton's antennae quiver, his gaze fixed on Dr. McSquinty. Karen squeezes his hand, her voice soft. "It's okay, Plankton," she murmurs. "He's autistic, and sensitive, Doc..." Dr. McSquinty nods, his tentacles waving gently. "I've had patients with special needs before," he says, his tone calm. "We'll take it slow, and I'll make sure to explain everything step by step." Both their eyes searched Plankton's face, his antennae still quivering. "Okay, Plankton," Dr. McSquinty began, his voice calm and measured. "We're going to talk about taking out your wisdom teeth." Plankton's antennae twitched, his gaze fixed on the surgeon's tentacles. Karen could see the fear in his eye. Dr. McSquinty continued, his tentacles moving in a slow, methodical pattern. "We'll use a local anesthetic to numb the area. You won't feel a thing, I promise." He grabs a syringe, which ends up being to much for Plankton. Plankton's antennae shot up, his body stiffening. Karen's hand tightens around his. "It's ok," she whispers. "It's just to help with the pain." But Plankton's gaze remained fixed on the syringe, his breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Dr. McSquinty notices. "We need to, Plankton. Now, do you know why we need to have your wis..." Plankton's antennae quivered uncontrollably, his eye wide with fear. "Breathe with me, Plankton," Karen whispered, her grip steady. She watched as Dr. McSquinty approached. Yet Plankton's body started to shake, his antennae quivering wildly. The thought was too much, and he uncontrollably began to shut down again. "It's okay," Karen murmured, her voice a lifeline in the storm of sensory overload. "Let's take a step back, Doc." Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles stilling. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's talk it through, Karen. Tell me what Plankton needs fo..." But Plankton's antennae were already drooping, his body shutting down again. The fear had become too much. "Plankton," Karen's voice was calm and firm. "Look at me." She waited until his gaze met hers. "We need to do this, okay? For your mouth to feel better." But all that did was make him shake more violently, his breaths shallower. Dr. McSquinty's tentacles stayed still. "How about I show you first?" He gestured to a model of a mouth, complete with wisdom teeth. "This way, Plankton can see without it being a direct threat to him." Karen's eyes searched Plankton's, his antennae still twitching in distress. "Okay," she murmured, her voice tight. "Let's do that." Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles moving to the model. "This is your mouth, Plankton," he began, his voice calm. "And these are your wisdom teeth. First, we'll make sure you're numb, okay?" He pointed. "We'll use a gel that tastes like bubblegum, and then we'll put in a tiny lit..." But Plankton's body convulsed, his eye starting to roll back into his head. "No, no, no," Karen whispered, her voice trembling. "Not again." Plankton's body stilled, his antennae drooping as his mind retreated. "It's okay," Karen whispered, her eyes never leaving his face. She turned to Dr. McSquinty, her voice steady despite her own fear. "We need to find another way?" The surgeon nodded, his tentacles still. "Let's talk about options," he said, his voice calm. "We can try sedation, or perhaps a different approach; we can even anesthetize him." Karen's gaze never left Plankton's shaky form. Dr. McSquinty's tentacles moved in a comforting wave. "Well, considering his sensitivity to pain and the potential for overstimulation, I'd suggest anesthesia. It'll keep him calm, and he won't be awake at all. It's safe." Karen's eyes searched Plankton's form, her grip tightening on his hand. "But he's never been under anesthesia before," she said, her voice tight. Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles waving reassuringly. "It's completely safe," he said. "We'll monitor his vitals closely the entire time." Karen's gaze remained fixed on Plankton's form, his antennae drooping. "Okay," she whispered. "Plankton baby, can you listen to me?" Her voice was gentle, her tone measured. Plankton's eye slowly focused on her screen, his body still trembling. Her thumb traced circles on the back of his hand. "We're going to have to put you to sleep so you don't feel any pain. Can you do that for me?" Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his gaze on Karen's screen. He nodded, his voice a faint whisper. "Okay." Karen felt the tension ease from her shoulders. "Good," she murmured, her voice soft. "We're going to take care of this together." Dr. McSquinty nodded, his tentacles moving in a slow, calming pattern. "I'll make sure you're both as comfortable as possible," he assured her, his gaze shifting to Plankton. Karen texts Sandy, "Plankton's getting his wisdom teeth out 🦷" Sandy replies, "Good luck! Chip's fine, don't worry 👶💨" The room was prepped, the smells and sounds minimized to prevent overstimulation. Plankton was laid on the chair, his antennae twitching nervously. Karen stood by his side, her hand on his. Dr. McSquinty approached, his tentacles moving with precision. He held up a mask, the sweet smell of gas wafting gently. "This is the anesthesia," he explained. "It'll help you sleep before we put the Iv in. The Iv will continuously administer anesthesia to keep you asleep." Plankton's antennae quivered, his gaze flicking to Karen's screen. She nodded, her smile reassuring. "It's okay, love," she whispered. "You'll be fine." Dr. McSquinty's tentacles moved with a gentle rhythm as he placed the mask on, and Plankton's eye grew heavy. Karen's hand stayed on his, her thumb rubbing small circles into his palm. The room grew fuzzy around Plankton as the anesthesia took hold. His antennae stopped quivering, his body relaxing into the chair. As the world faded to black, his last thought was of Karen's hand in his. A gentle squeeze, and he was adrift.

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CATCH IN MY CHIP x (Autistic author) ♡. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs .. Plankton's gaze is unfocused, lost in the storm. His body is rigid, his muscles tense like coils ready to spring. The room spins, the colors a blur Karen's fear a tangible entity in the room. Her hand on his cheek is a plea, a gentle reminder that she's there, that he's not alone. "Look at me," she whispers, her voice a soft mantra. "You're safe." But he doesn't hear her, not really. He's too lost in the sensory hurricane that engulfs him. Karen races as she watches the man she loves drift further away, his mind trapped in the labyrinth of his own making. She's seen this before, the way his autism can swallow him whole, leaving only the shell of a man behind. But this time is different. This time, there's Chip, waking up to his dad's struggle. Her eyes dart from Plankton's panicked gaze to their son's sleepy face, the innocence in his expression a stark contrast to the chaos in her husband's eye. She knows she must act fast, to protect them both from the storm. With a gentle touch, she lifts Chip's hand from Plankton's arm, her movements as soft as a leaf landing on a pond. Chip stirs, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The concern in her gaze is a question he doesn't understand, but he accidentally brushes his dad's shoulder as he sits up.. Plankton's body jerks, his single eye rolling back in his head. The room goes dark, the colors swirling into a void. The ringing in his ears is deafening. Karen's hand is a flash, catching him. Her arms wrap around him, supporting his weight as his body goes limp. Chip's eyes are wide with fear, his hand suddenly empty. "Daddy?" he whispers, the word a prayer in the quiet. Karen's eyes never leave Plankton's face, her hand checking for a pulse. She feels the steady throb of life beneath her fingertips, relief flooding her veins. "Daddy?" Chip's voice is a whisper of fear, his hand reaching out to touch his father's arm, but Karen stops him. "Let him be," she says, her tone firm. "He needs space." Her eyes are on Plankton, watching for any sign of returning consciousness. The room is a tomb of silence, the only sound their mingled breaths. Chip nods, his eyes wide with worry. He can see the fear in his mother's gaze, feel the tension in the air. But he trusts her. He has to. Plankton is his dad, and she knows him better than anyone. Chip watches, his own breaths shallow with fear. He opens his mouth to speak, to ask what's wrong, but Karen's hand is swift, silencing his words with a single finger to her screen. The gesture is a soft whisper, a command that he understands without explanation. Plankton's body is limp in Karen's embrace, his antennas still quivering with the aftershocks of his overload. Her eyes are filled with determination, her love for her husband a fiery beacon in the dark room. With gentle care, she lowers his head to the pillow, his body trembling with the last vestiges of panic. Chip's eyes are wide with uncertainty, his hand poised in the air. "Is he okay?" he whispers, his voice small in the vastness of the moment. With gentle firmness, Karen takes Chip's hand, leading him out of the room. "We need to give him some space," she murmurs, her screen never leaving Plankton's form. "He'll come to when he's ready. This only happens when his overwhelm gets him dizzy to the point of passing out, which in itself has only happened twice before. It's part of his autism, Chip." Chip nods solemnly, his fear for his dad mingling with his curiosity about this new aspect of Plankton he's never seen. "What can we do?" he asks, his voice barely audible. Karen squeezes his hand, her screen never leaving Plankton. "For now, we wait. And when he wakes up, we make sure to give him time to recover. No loud noises, no sudden movements." She speaks with a calmness that belies the storm raging in her own heart. They sit together on the edge of the bed, their screens locked on Plankton. Karen's grip on Chip's hand is tight, her knuckles white. She's seen this before, but it never gets easier. "Just wait," she whispers, her voice shaky. "Just wait." They sit in silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. The sun peeks through the blinds, casting slanted bars of light across Plankton's unconscious form. Karen aches as she watches the man she loves, the man who's been her rock, reduced to this trembling shell. But she knows he's strong. He's survived worse storms than this. Minutes tick by, each one longer than the last. The room seems to hold its breath, waiting for Plankton to stir. And then, slowly, his antennas cease their trembling. His eye flickers open, focusing on the two figures beside his bed. The world is still a blur, his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. But Karen's face is a beacon, her eyes a port in the storm. He tries to speak, his mouth dry as sandpaper, but only a croak escapes. "I'm sorry," he manages, the words a feeble whisper. His eye meets Chip's, filled with a swirl of emotions he can't quite name. Regret, fear, love. All fighting for supremacy. Chip's grip on Karen's hand tightens, his own eyes reflecting the same tumult of feelings. He opens his mouth, but no words come out. Instead, he reaches out with his free hand when Karen stops him. "Let him recover," she says, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "He needs to process, Chip. Let me talk to him first." With a nod, Chip withdraws his hand, his heart pounding in his chest.

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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS x (Autistic Author) Karen's heart squeezes as she sees the vulnerability in her husband. She reaches out and takes Plankton's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "We're all learning here," she says. "And we'll keep figuring it out together." Then, Chip speaks up again, his voice a little stronger. "Daddy," he says, "I still want to show you affection." Plankton looks up, his antennae twitching with a hint of sadness. "I know, buddy," he says. "And I appreciate that. But sometimes, my brain needs a different kind of love." Chip frowns. "But I don't know how," he says. Plankton's antennae wiggle as he thinks. "How about this?" he suggests, his eye brightening slightly. "You can make me a 'love rock'." Chip's eyes light up with excitement, and Karen nods encouragingly. "You can pick out a rock from the beach or the yard, and every time you feel like giving me a hug but know I might not be able to handle it, you can give me the rock instead. That way, I'll always know you're thinking of me." Chip nods eagerly, already imagining the perfect rock in his mind. "I'll find the biggest, smoothest rock," he says, his eyes shining with purpose. Plankton's antennae rise slightly, and he manages a smile. "That's my boy," he says, his voice a little less strained. “I’ll go look in our backyard right now,” Chip says as he does so. Karen watches him run off and looks at Plankton, her eyes filled with emotion. "You ok?" she asks, squeezing his hand. Plankton nods, his antennae still. "I think so," he murmurs. "Thank you, Karen." Karen squeezes his hand in return, her eyes filled with understanding. "You're doing great," she whispers. As Chip rummages outside, the sound of his little feet pattering on the ground, Karen and Plankton sit in the quiet kitchen, the weight of their conversation still hanging in the air. Plankton's antennae droop slightly, but there's a newfound openness in his gaze. "Do you think he'll understand?" Plankton asks, his voice still raw from the previous night's emotions. Karen squeezes his hand, her eyes filled with warmth. "He's a smart kid," she reassures him. "And he loves you. He'll get it." They sit in silence for a moment, listening to the distant sounds of Chip's exploration. Then, Plankton speaks up, his voice tentative. "What if I have another meltdown?" he asks. Karen squeezes his hand, her gaze unwavering. "We'll be there for you," she says. "We'll help you through it." The sound of the back door opening and closing echoes through the house, and Chip returns, holding a rock that fits perfectly in the palm of his hand. It's smooth, with a slight shimmer in the light. "Here it is!" he exclaims, holding it out to Plankton. "It's your love rock!" Plankton's antennae lift, and a genuine smile spreads across his face as he takes the rock. "It's perfect," he says, his voice filled with emotion. He can feel the warmth from Chip's hand still lingering on the stone. "Thank you, buddy." Chip beams, his earlier fears forgotten in the excitement of the moment. "Can we go to the park now?" he asks, hopeful. Karen looks at Plankton, who nods wearily. "Sure," she says, pushing her chair back. "But let's take it slow, okay?" The park is a familiar place, filled with the sounds of children's laughter and the distant hum of the city. As they walk, Chip chats away, his voice a balm to Plankton's nerves. Karen notices the subtle changes in her husband's gait, the way his antennae twitch with every new sound or sight. She knows he's trying hard to stay present, to not get overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught of the outside world. When they reach the playground, Chip runs off to the swings, his love rock clutched tightly in his hand. Plankton watches him, his gaze a mix of pride and concern. He knows his son's energy can be too much for him sometimes, but he doesn't want to miss out on these moments. Plankton takes a deep breath, his antennae wiggling as he gathers his courage. He approaches the swing set, his eye scanning the area for any potential triggers. The chains of the swings glint in the sun, and he can almost feel the sway of the seat beneath him. He hasn't swung in years, not since before Chip was born. Plankton sits on the swing by Chip. The metal is cold and hard beneath him, but as he starts to push off with his foot, the chains begin to squeak a comforting rhythm. The motion is familiar, almost soothing, reminding him of a time when the world was simpler, less stormy. He watches Chip, his heart swelling with love as his son's laughter fills the air. As they swing side by side, Plankton's antennae twitch with every movement of the breeze, every giggle that escapes Chip. The wind rushes through the playground, and he feels the rock in his pocket, a reminder of their newfound understanding. The rhythmic motion of the swing starts to work its magic, and Plankton's beginning to relax. The gentle sway feels like a lullaby for his overstimulated brain. Plankton smiles, his antennae waving in a way that says everything is ok. They swing in silence for a while, the steady back and forth a comforting metronome to the chaotic symphony of the playground around them. Plankton can feel the tension in his body slowly uncoiling, the squeak of the chains becoming a familiar melody that soothes his frazzled nerves.

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⣿⠁⣸⣿⣿⠉⠉⠛⠉⠛⡿⣍⠻⢏⠉⠈⠉⠙⢿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣟⣿⣻⣟⡿⣻⡽⣭⠿⣭⣟⣯⢟⡟⡯⢭⠙⡛⢭⡹⣙⢯⡛⡟⡿⢿⣿⢿⡿⣭⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⣽⣿⣿⡉⢩⠍⣍⣯⣹⣻⣽⡭⢉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉ ⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠆⠐⡄⠹⠳⣦⣶⣤⢤⡀⠀⠈⡙⣷⢯⣛⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣻⣞⣷⢯⣟⣷⣻⣽⣻⣳⢮⡗⣯⡞⣽⣺⣤⣅⡢⠱⠈⠦⡝⡜⡩⠾⡩⢿⣳⣯⢷⡾⣽⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠂⠈⠠⠀⠠⠁⣤⡠⡡⢀⠂⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣻⣽⣻⢾⣽⣻⢿⣷⢏⣛⣶⣞⣿⣫⠳⣿⣦⣦⣱⢼⣧⣿⣿⣿⣽⣾⣿⡷⣿⣽⡾⣟⣯⣷⣟⡷⣯⣟⣯⣟⡶⣯⣗⣧⡻⣼⣹⣓⡟⢦⡐⢆⡑⠢⡑⡩⢝⢯⣿⣿⣯⡿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⣿⡿⠁⠦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣿⣿⡇⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣳⣟⢾⣻⢾⡽⣯⣟⡿⣟⣿⣻⣟⡿⣿⡿⣿⣟⡿⣿⣻⣽⣾⣳⣟⣯⡿⣽⣷⢯⣿⣻⣽⡾⣽⣻⢷⣻⡾⣽⣻⣵⣞⣷⢻⣖⢧⡻⡜⣧⣛⠼⣬⣱⡠⢱⡚⢮⣖⣯⢿⣿⣷⣾⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣖⣾⣧⠁⠄⠀⡀⣀⠀⡀⢌⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣳⢯⡿⣭⢷⣻⣳⢯⡿⣽⣞⡷⣯⣟⣷⣻⢷⣻⢿⣽⣻⣞⡷⣿⣽⣳⡿⣟⣾⢿⣯⣟⣷⡿⣿⣽⢿⣯⢿⡷⣟⣾⣽⣞⡿⣞⢮⡵⣍⢖⡛⣞⢣⢾⡵⣧⡙⢶⡝⣾⢿⣾⣽⡿⣿⣻⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣍⠈⠁⡀⢀⡈⢿⣿⣷⣶⡜⡸⢲⣄⡀⣀⣠⠄⣤ ⣿⣭⢷⣻⡽⣫⢷⡯⣿⣹⢷⡾⣽⣳⣟⡾⣽⢯⣟⡿⣾⡽⣯⢿⣳⣯⢿⣽⡿⣽⡿⣞⣿⡽⣿⣽⣾⣟⣯⣿⣟⣿⣽⡾⣯⡿⣽⣳⢿⡼⣳⢾⣤⢧⣚⡿⣿⣽⣧⢿⣭⢿⣽⣻⣿⣿⢿⣻⣿⡿⣿⣽⣿⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣖⡢⣙⢰⣾⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿ ⣿⡞⣯⣗⣻⡽⣏⡷⣯⢯⣷⢻⣳⡟⣾⡽⢯⣟⡾⣽⣳⢿⣽⣻⣽⢾⣟⡷⣿⢯⣟⣿⣽⣻⣽⡾⣷⣻⣟⣾⣯⢿⣞⣿⣽⢿⣷⣯⡿⣽⣳⢧⣚⡼⢭⢳⣌⡻⣟⡿⣞⣿⡾⣟⣷⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣟⣿⡿⣿⣿⢿⣾⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⢿⣿ ⣿⣹⢗⡾⣳⣽⢫⣽⡞⣿⡼⣯⢷⣻⣳⢟⡿⡾⣽⣳⢯⣟⣾⣳⢯⣟⣾⣻⡽⣯⢿⣞⣷⢿⣽⣻⣽⣯⢿⣳⣿⣻⣯⢿⣾⣟⣷⡿⣽⡿⣽⣿⣻⣼⣷⣶⣭⣛⢯⡱⣟⢷⣿⣻⣿⣽⣾⣿⡿⣿⣾⣿⢿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣯⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣟⣯⣿⣿⣾⣟⣿⡿⣯⢻ ⣯⡗⣯⡻⣵⣫⣟⢾⣹⢧⢿⣱⢯⡷⣝⡯⣟⣽⣳⢯⢿⠾⣷⠟⠿⣞⣷⣯⡿⠟⠛⣾⣯⢿⣞⣯⡷⣟⡿⣯⣷⢿⡽⣿⣳⡿⣯⢿⣻⣽⡿⣞⣯⣿⢾⣽⣻⢿⣟⣶⡭⣞⠷⣿⣯⣿⣟⣾⣿⣿⣽⣾⣿⣿⣽⡿⣿⣾⣟⣯⣷⣿⣟⣿⡿⣷⣿⡿⣟⣯⣿⣿⣿⣾⣟⣿⡽⣿⣭⣟ ⣷⢫⢷⡹⣇⡷⣞⢯⡳⢯⣏⣟⢾⣹⣭⢿⣹⢾⡭⣟⡿⣶⣬⣤⣶⣮⣿⢾⣶⣴⣄⣿⢯⣟⣾⣽⣻⣽⣻⢷⣯⢿⣻⣽⣯⣟⣿⣻⢯⣷⢿⣻⣽⣾⢿⡽⣯⣿⢾⡷⣿⣻⡿⣷⣯⣷⡿⣟⣷⡿⣯⣿⣷⢿⣯⣿⣿⣽⣿⣻⣯⣿⣟⣯⣿⡿⣷⣿⣿⣷⣾⣟⡋⠋⠛⣉⠙⠻⢿⣿ ⣯⣛⢮⢷⡹⣞⡽⣎⢿⡱⣏⢾⡹⢞⣼⣫⡽⣞⡽⣞⡵⣯⢿⣿⣯⣷⢯⣟⡾⡽⣯⣟⣿⣻⡷⣯⢷⣯⣟⡿⣞⡿⣯⢷⣯⢿⣞⣿⣻⣽⣟⣯⢷⣯⣟⡿⣽⢾⣟⣿⣽⡷⣿⣟⣷⣿⣻⣿⣻⡿⣟⣷⡿⣿⣯⣷⣿⣻⣾⢿⣽⣷⣿⣻⣽⡿⣿⣽⣿⣿⡿⠋⢉⠳⣾⢿⣷⣶⠌⡉ ⣷⡹⣎⡳⣝⢮⡳⣝⢮⡳⣝⢾⡹⣏⡶⣳⢽⡺⣵⣛⠾⣭⣛⣮⢯⡿⡾⣝⡾⣽⣳⡽⣞⢷⣻⡽⣻⢾⣝⡿⣽⣻⣽⣻⣞⣯⣟⣾⣽⣳⣯⢿⣻⢾⣽⣻⢷⣻⣞⡿⣾⣽⣟⣾⣟⣾⣟⣷⣿⣻⣿⡿⠟⠛⠷⠛⠺⢿⣽⣿⣻⣾⣽⣟⣯⣿⢿⣽⢿⣿⣿⣓⣻⣧⣿⣾⣽⢶⣳⢶ ⣗⣣⠽⣱⢎⣧⢳⣬⢣⡙⠌⠣⠿⠜⠳⡝⢮⢳⠧⣏⢿⡱⣏⣞⡧⣟⡽⣳⣏⡷⡽⢾⡽⣞⣳⠿⣝⣯⢾⣽⣳⡟⣾⣳⣟⡾⣽⣞⣷⣻⣞⣯⣟⡿⣾⣽⣻⢷⣻⣽⢷⣻⣾⣻⢾⣻⣾⣽⣾⣯⣿⠗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢁⠘⠻⣷⡿⣞⣯⣿⣻⡾⣿⡽⣿⣻⡿⣟⣿⣽⢾⣟⣯⣿ ⣏⢖⡫⣕⠺⣔⢫⢖⡣⡝⢮⠔⡠⢀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠌⠈⠳⣙⢮⡳⣝⢮⡗⣧⡻⣼⣛⢷⣫⡽⣭⠿⣽⡞⣯⢶⣯⢻⡷⣽⣾⣿⣷⣾⡷⢿⡾⢷⣯⣻⣗⣯⢟⣯⢷⣯⣟⡷⣯⣟⣯⣷⣻⣿⣽⣧⣄⣠⣄⡀⣄⣀⣶⣶⣬⣜⣡⣿⣿⣿⣟⡾⣷⣻⢯⣟⡷⣿⣽⣻⢷⣯⣿⣾⣽⢾ ⣏⢮⠱⣎⠳⣌⠳⣎⠵⣙⢮⡹⣱⢣⠒⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣉⢞⡵⣫⢞⡽⣲⡝⣧⣛⡮⣗⢯⡽⣛⣮⡽⢯⣷⢫⣟⣾⣿⣷⣿⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣞⣾⣻⣞⣳⢧⡿⣽⣳⣟⣾⣳⣯⢿⣝⣿⣿⣿⡿⠻⠻⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠻⣄⣿⠷⡯⢿⣳⡟⣯⢿⣽⣳⢯⣟⣯⣞⣧⡴⣬⡟ ⣗⣊⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣍⠶⣱⠣⣏⢳⡱⣃⢖⡐⡊⠵⣉⠶⣱⢏⢾⡱⢧⣛⢶⡹⡞⡽⣎⢿⡱⢧⣟⡾⣷⢻⡞⣧⢟⣿⣻⣽⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡉⢷⡯⡯⢿⣽⣳⢯⣞⣷⠿⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⡿⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⡝⣎⠳⣎⡵⣫⢞⢶⣹⠾⣽⣳⣻ ⣧⢊⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⠳⣌⢧⠳⣍⠶⡹⣌⢳⡌⣞⡱⣎⢧⢏⡳⡭⢞⡱⣏⢷⡹⢮⡝⣯⢞⡵⣫⢗⣯⢳⣏⣶⢫⡽⣿⣦⣄⣠⣤⣤⣜⣷⣿⣧⣝⣹⣢⠙⠻⣿⡽⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⣿⣿⣍⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠄⠎⣿⢮⠵⢬⣶⡹⢮⡻⣼⣛⣧⢷⣹ ⡧⢊⠳⡌⢣⢌⠳⢌⠳⡌⠳⣌⠳⡌⠶⣙⠬⡓⡵⣊⠷⣘⠶⡹⡜⣎⢞⡱⡽⣩⠗⣮⢣⢟⣣⢟⡼⣋⢾⡱⢫⣞⡳⣞⡼⣫⢗⣳⢮⣝⡳⣝⢾⡹⢎⠷⢽⣾⣯⣯⣦⣥⣀⣹⣿⣿⣆⣤⣴⣦⣼⡯⣭⢫⡕⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢌⠢⣜⡸⢞⣞⣦⣀⡟⡯⡷⢯⣷⠻⡼⣏⢿ ⡗⡩⢃⡜⠡⠎⡜⡌⡓⣌⠳⢌⡓⣌⠳⣌⠣⡝⡰⢍⢮⡑⢯⡱⡹⡜⢮⡱⢣⢧⡛⣬⢏⡞⣱⢎⠷⣹⠮⣝⡳⣎⢷⣹⣚⡵⣫⢞⡳⢮⣝⠾⣭⣛⢯⣟⡳⡶⢶⣦⣥⣭⣬⣭⣐⣉⡛⣟⡯⠿⠧⢿⣭⢳⣘⢬⡓⡤⣀⠦⡑⣌⢓⠊⠓⠠⢉⠛⠛⠨⣍⣿⣴⢻⡺⣷⢛⠶⡹⢮ ⡧⢑⠣⢌⠣⣉⠔⣢⠱⢌⡚⠤⢓⠬⡑⢆⠳⣌⠱⣊⠦⣙⢆⢳⡱⣙⢦⡙⢧⢎⡵⢣⢮⣙⠦⣏⣛⡖⡻⣜⡵⡹⣎⢶⡹⡜⡧⢯⣝⡳⣎⡟⣶⡹⣞⡼⣳⣝⣳⣞⣼⢎⡷⣭⢏⡷⣫⢽⣹⣛⢿⡲⣍⢧⣋⢶⣙⠶⣭⠶⣱⢎⣮⡹⡳⢦⡤⣀⠌⡰⢬⣲⢶⣫⣛⡶⣟⡲⡵⣄ ⡧⠘⡤⠘⡄⢋⠔⡉⠦⣘⢡⠒⡜⠤⡓⠜⣢⠙⢦⡙⢤⢋⠼⣌⠣⡝⣈⢓⣘⠺⡓⢚⠞⠛⠲⠛⠛⡳⡧⣽⡡⣷⣙⣎⡷⡵⠷⠾⢟⣷⢽⣧⣝⡳⣿⢷⢿⠟⣿⠝⠻⢾⢷⠿⡼⠗⢯⣞⣭⣿⣼⣣⢟⡼⡻⣜⡻⢶⣹⢲⢏⡾⣭⢳⣣⢞⡵⣻⢶⣥⣮⠟⣬⢋⠽⣡⢋⠇⢧⡙ ⡇⠱⢠⠩⢐⡉⢢⣉⣒⣤⣧⣭⣴⣷⣾⣶⣷⣾⣶⣿⣾⣿⣾⣾⣿⣾⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣷⣾⣽⣬⣽⣦⣗⣶⣛⣽⣚⢶⡲⡽⣤⣬⢶⣻⣱⣛⢮⣑⣩⣛⣠⣀⣘⣹⣿⢶⣀⣙⣾⣢⣅⡩⢿⣾⢟⣿⠿⡏⠱⡛⡊⠉⠹⣣⣗⠛⢺⠗⠛⠒⢯⢮⠵⠪⠖⠛⢒⡎⢖⡰ ⣿⢷⣶⡿⣟⢿⡻⢿⢻⡝⢯⣻⣙⢧⡻⡼⣭⢻⣜⣧⣻⢮⣟⡷⣯⣟⡷⣯⣟⣯⣿⣯⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣶⣷⣶⣽⣮⣽⣭⣳⣏⣉⣐⠀⠀⠀⠌⠹⡁⢻⠿⠻⠋⠛⠸⡷⢤⣐⣪⣑⣶⡠⢐⢡⡐⣳⡥⢶⡶⠦⣬⡳⣵⡄⠀⣀⣶⣫⠱⣼ ⡯⠼⣆⠷⡜⣶⡹⣎⢷⡹⢧⢷⣫⢷⣛⣷⣫⣟⡾⣵⢯⣟⣾⣻⢷⣿⣽⢿⣽⣿⣞⣿⣷⣟⣿⣟⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣶⣿⣥⣴⣖⣋⣑⣀⠘⠤⠀⢠⠉⢯⡉⢉⠻⢝⡒⢻⣛⢶⡛⢭⠾⠺⢶⢿⠶⢟⣾ ⣯⡽⣬⣛⡽⡴⣭⣹⣎⣟⣭⡳⣭⢏⣯⠽⣎⣯⣟⣽⣻⣞⣷⣻⣟⡾⡽⣯⢿⣞⣯⡷⡿⣯⡿⣽⣯⡿⣟⣾⢿⣾⣯⣟⣿⣻⣿⢿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣿⣧⣯⣿⣭⣷⣶⣶⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣯⣾⣾ ⣿⣻⣭⣽⣾⣵⣯⣵⣾⣵⣺⡵⣧⣻⢮⣛⣷⠾⣼⣞⡵⣾⡱⣧⢟⣼⣽⣚⡷⣞⢧⣿⢳⣟⢷⡻⢾⡽⣟⡾⣯⢷⣟⣯⡿⣿⢾⣟⣿⢿⣾⣽⣟⡿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣽⣯⢿⣽⣻⣞⣧⢷⣞⡵⣻⠵⡿⢯⡿⢾⡽⢷⡾⣽⢶⣻⣭⣟⡾⣞⣽⣚⢯⡟⣞⡿⣮⢿⡽⣯⣟⣮⣽⢯⣿⣞⡷⣯⣽⢯⣟⣾⢯⡿⣽⡾⣿⣽⣯⣿⣽⣻⣿⣻⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣷⣿⣿⣷⣿⣽⡿⣟⣾⣽⣟⣿⣻⣟⣿⣻⠿⣯⣷⢿⣻⢷⣯⣟⣿⣻⣟⣻⣯⣟⣽⣳⣻⣏⡿⣧⢿⣭⢯⣟⡾⣯⢷⣻⣞⣷⣻⣞⣯⣟⣷⡻⣷⣻⡞⣷⢯⣟⡷⣿⡽⣿⢾⣳⡿⣿⣯⣿⣻⣽⣟⣿⣻⡿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣻⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣾⢯⣟⣯⢷⣻⡽⣷⣯⣿⣾⣿⣾⣟⣷⣿⡽⣯⢯⣟⣻⣽⣻⣯⣟⣧⢿⢾⡷⣿⢾⣽⣳⣟⣷⣻⡽⣯⢿⡞⣽⣭⣟⡽⢯⣗⢿⣣⣟⡾⣽⣳⢯⡷⣟⣿⣳⡿⣟⣯⣿⡽⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣿⣾⣯⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⢿⣻⣷⣿⣾⣽⣾⣯⣿⣽⣻⣟⣾⣷⣻⣾⣳⣟⣯⣿⢾⣟⣾⣽⣻⣟⣾⣫⣗⣯⣽⣳⣯⣷⣻⣽⣞⣷⡿⣟⣾⢷⣿⣻⣽⣷⣟⣯⣿⣽⢿⣻⣿⣽⣟⣿⡿⣿⣟⣿⡿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣟⣯⣿⣿⣾⣿⣽⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣟⣿⣽⡿⣿⣿⣻⣟⣿⢿⣻⣯⣟⡿⣽⢾⡽⣯⢿⣽⣻⣟⡾⣯⢿⣯⢿⡿⣿⣾⣟⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣽⣿⣻⣯⣿⡷⣿⣾⢿⣯⣿⣟⣿⣻⣷⣿⣾⣿⣿⣯⣿⣯⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿

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Luna: Why don't those humans get it?! I will go down there as a human, and try to find some people who believe in love. Bella: *all of the stars in the sky come out to listen to Luna* *song: Love song* Hairy Godmother: I am Hairy Godmother, the narrator of this story. Luna the moon climbed down from the sky, and was now in a kingdom called Hanoveria Luna: Oh! Look at that handsome man, he must be the prince of this kingdom. I must meet him! Jack: *Walking around the garden, I see a strange girl. I must talk to her* Excuse me, miss. I'm Jack, the prince of Hanoveria. Who might you be? Ferocia: *Walking behind Jack* Jack! Jack: *Turning around* Ah, Aunt Ferocia! Luna: *Looks at Jack and Ferocia* I-I'm Luna. It's nice to meet you both. Ferocia: Jack! Stop talking to peasants! We have work to do! Luna: *Smiling* Bye Jack. *song: Love Song (reprise)* Hairy Godmother: *scene change with Hugo the giant now.* Hugo: *As the former king, Hugo, he's quite large and can't control his anger. He is living with the three bears and Jean-Claude. He senses that something is wrong and decides to investigate* I smell trouble. Mama bear: *With a growl* Hugo, you under-baked the cookies. Papa bear: *Looking worried* I think Hugo burnt the cookies. Baby bear: I think these cookies are just right! Jean-Claude: *Trying to calm Hugo down* Hugo, what's wrong? Hugo: *Still angry* Something is very wrong in the kingdom! I can feel it! Mama bear: *Pacing around* I wish we knew what was going on. Baby bear: I wish we could help the humans, but they're scared of us. *song: The Misfit Song* Hugo: *Rushing out of the cave* I must find Jack and warn him about the danger that lurks ahead! Jean-Claude: He won't realize it's you, now that you are a giant. Luna: *Wandering the forest, still thinking about Jack* Oh, why is love so hard to understand? I wish I could just make everyone see it. Tree 1: Look, it's a human! Tree 2: A beautiful one at that. Luna: *Looking up* Oh, hello trees. Tree 1: Hello human! *song: The Tree Song* Jack: *On his horse, riding through the forest* I must find Felicity and tell her how I feel. Luna: *Following Jack from a distance* He's so noble. I wish I could tell him how I feel about him. Felicity: *On her horse, riding through the forest* Where are you going, Jack? I need to tell you something important. Luna: *Hiding behind a tree, watching the scene unfold* Oh, this is interesting. Jack: *Slowing down his horse* Felicity, what is it that you need to tell me? You've been acting strange lately. Felicity: Eunice, your cousin, has been missing. Luna: Eunice? I think she's one of Ferocia's daughters. Jack's cousins... Jack: *Horrified* Oh no, not again... Another one of our family members gone. We have to find her. Luna: *Stepping out from behind the tree* I could help you. I know where she might be. Jack: You do? Luna: Yes, Bella and Stella have been watching her. They might know where she is. Jack: Bella and Stella? You mean the stars in the sky? Narrator: Bella and Stella become shooting stars, and land in the forest. Luna: Yes, they're the stars that care for us. They know where she is. *song: Shooting Star Song* Bella: Jack, we saw Eunice being kidnapped by a group of fairies. They were heading towards a castle. Luna: The castle is guarded by a dragon. You'll need to find a way to defeat it if you want to save Eunice. Hairy Godmother: They arrive at the palace. Felicity: Jack, are you sure about this? Stella: It's the only way to save her. You have to be strong. Luna: I believe in you, Jack. You can do this. Ferocia: *In the castle* This is perfect! I can send The Three Blind Mice, Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon, to kill Jack! MWAHAHAHA! *song: Evil Spies Song* Mickey: Okay. Hairy Godmother: The group arrives at the castle. Luna: Jack, are you ready to face the dragon? Algernon: *Stumbles into Jack* Luna: Oh, careful! The mice are blind, but they can still trip you up. Jack: *Steeling himself* I'm ready. Let's do this for Eunice. Luna: *Taking a deep breath* Alright, here they come. Jack: *Draws his sword* You three will not harm her! Luna: *Whispers* Jack, be careful! They might not be what they seem. Jack: *Faces the blind mice* Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon... You three stand before me. You must know why I've come here. Luna: *Gripping her staff* I'm ready to help you, Jack. Hairy Godmother: The Three Blind Mice, Mickey, Minnie, and Algernon, stumble around, trying to find their way. Luna: *Suddenly, she hears a faint whistle* Mickey, Minnie, Algernon, it's no use! They can't escape their fate! Jack: *Taking advantage of the distraction* Now's my chance! I'll save Eunice! Luna: *She rushes after Jack* Jack! Wait! You don't know what you're doing! Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he continues to run through the castle* I have to save her! Luna: *She chases after him, trying to catch up* Jack, listen to me! They aren't what they seem! They're actually three clever spies sent by Ferocia! Jack: *Still not listening* Luna, please, just stay back and be safe! Hairy Godmother: Jack runs away with Bella and Stella. Minnie: *Still blindly stumbling* Luna, we're sorry about this, but we had to follow orders. Ferocia is planning something big. Luna: I know, Minnie. But I can't let Jack fall into her trap. *She sighs* I have to find a way to stop him. Jack: *Finally reaching the room where Ferocia is holding Eunice captive* Jack bursts in, sword drawn. Hairy Godmother: But Eunice isn't there. Stella: *Rushing into the room after Jack* Ferocia must have moved her! Where could she be?! Luna: *Running after them* Jack, no! Stop! You're walking right into her trap! Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he continues to search the room* I have to save her! Luna: *Finally catching up to him* Jack, listen to me! Ferocia has been playing you all along! She's not here, and neither is Eunice! Stella: Watch out Jack! Luna: *Turning around, she sees Ferocia standing behind them with a wicked grin on her face* Oh no... Jack: *Turns around and draws his sword, ready to face her* You won't hurt her! Luna: *Her heart racing, she realizes that they're trapped* Jack, we have to find another way out of here... Jack: *Ignoring Luna, he charges at Ferocia* I won't let you get away with this! Luna: *She ducks behind a table, looking around for an exit* Jack, please be careful! Ferocia is too strong for you! Jack: *The two spar, their swords clashing loudly* You can't win! I won't let you hurt Eunice! Luna: *She sees an open window, but it's too high up to reach without help* Jack, look out the window! There's an opening, but we need to work together to get out of here! Algernon: *Suddenly, the blind mouse leaps onto the table and grabs Luna's staff, handing it to her* Use this, Luna! Together, we can help Jack! Luna: *Taking the staff, she concentrates on its power, summoning a magical platform beneath them* Jack, jump on it! I'll boost you up! Jack: *He nods, then jumps onto the platform, his sword still clashing with Ferocia's* Go, Luna! Get us out of here! Luna: *She pushes off the table, leaping onto the platform with Jack, and then pushes the platform against the window* Mice, you can climb out now! Jack: *He glances at Luna, a look of admiration and gratitude in his eyes* Luna, I can't thank you enough for helping me. I thought I was going to lose my cousin for good. Luna: *She blushes slightly, looking away* It's nothing, Jack. You're my friend. I'm just glad we were able to save her. *song: Love Song* Bella: Wait, where's Felicity? Luna: Oh, that's right. We still need to find her. She was with Ferocia earlier, so she might still be here somewhere. Jack: *He nods, scanning the room* Let's look for her together. We can't leave anyone else behind. Luna: *They start searching the room, calling out for Felicity* Felicity? Are you here? It's safe now. You can come out. Ferocia: MWAHAHAHA!

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SHELF IMPROVEMENT x (Autistic author) Plankton's body finally stilled, his breathing evening out. The room was now quiet, the only sounds their combined exhales and the distant hum of the house. Karen could feel the weight of his fear slowly lifting, his body becoming less rigid under her touch. "Gentler," he murmured, his eye looking up at her. Karen's hand trembled slightly as she brushed his antennae, trying to give him comfort. "We're going to get through this," she promised, her voice firm. Plankton's antennae twitched in response, his gaze searching hers. "Together?" Karen nodded, a warm smile spreading across her screen. "Together, Plankton. We're a family." Plankton's antennae quivered with relief, his body slumping into the pillows. "Together," he echoed, his voice weak but steady. Karen felt a weight lift. "Yes, together," she said. They sat in silence for a moment, the tension in the room slowly dissipating. Plankton's antennae twitched, and he reached out to grasp her hand, and Karen squeezed back. "Karen," he murmured, his voice still weak from his meltdown. "Thank you." Karen's eyes watered as she squeezed his hand back. "Always," she whispered. The room was still, the only sounds the soft sighs of relief from both of them. Plankton's antennae slowly relaxed, his grip on her hand loosening. "Tired," he murmured, his eye half-closed. Karen nodded, wiping her own tears away. "Why don't we get some rest?" she suggested, her voice still a whisper. She helped him lay down properly, adjusting his pillows and covering him with the blanket. Plankton's antennae nodded slightly. "Rest," he murmured, his voice fading. Karen sat beside him, her hand still in his, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. She felt his grip tighten briefly, a silent plea for her not to leave. As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room began to unravel. The steady rhythm of his breaths grew deeper, his body relaxing into the embrace of the soft mattress. Plankton's antennae twitched one last time before going still, and Karen heard the telltale rumble of his snores. They were faint, almost imperceptible. It was the sound of his body letting go of the fear and anger, surrendering to sleep. With a sigh of relief, she gently released his hand, placing it by his side. Her heart ached as she took in the sight of him, so small and vulnerable. This was their new normal, and she had to be strong for both of them.

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cuh it's just a digital cat n it's not that serious. reposting won't stop anything. if you were actually that worried about the emojis, you would've just ignored the cat instead of pointing it out. people can see, you don't see anyone else complaining about it. dk what you thought you did, but it was actually useless to really do that. just like how you're probably not gonna see this, no one will really take time to 'check out' your complaint. you could simply ignore it. please stfu you sound so goofy bro.༯

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PLUSH ONE x (By NeuroFabulous) Plankton's sleep is deep, his body at rest, but starts stirring when Karen's phone dings with a text. She jumps, fearing the sound might disturb him. Carefully, she pulls her hand from his, her eyes never leaving his face. The plushie remains under his arm, his antennae twitching slightly with his dreams. Karen reads the text from Hanna, her friend. Her house is under construction and needs a place to stay! But Hanna and Plankton never met each other.. She thinks for a moment, weighing her options. Plankton's autism is still new, and she's not sure how he'll react to a stranger in their space. But Hanna's in need, and Karen can't ignore that. Gently, she leans over and kisses his antennae. "I'll be right back," she whispers to his sleeping form. She goes out front, texting Hanna to meet her in the front yard. Her mind races as she sees Hanna. "Hey, Karen! Sorry about the short notice." Hanna says. "It's ok, just follow me inside," Karen says, opening the front door and closing it behind them. And yet Karen's mind is racing. How will Plankton react? They enter the bed room, where Plankton still sleeps, oblivious to their guest. Karen takes a deep breath. "Hanna, this is Plankton. He's been through a lot today." Hanna nods, her eyes widening at the sight of the tiny creature. "Hi," she says softly. Plankton's antennae twitch, and his eye opens slowly. His gaze flits between Karen and Hanna, his body tense. "It's okay," Karen whispers, her voice a gentle breeze. "This is Hanna. She's a friend." Hanna nods, her smile kind. "Hi, Plankton," she says, her voice soft. "You're Karen's husband right? The one who inven-" But before she can finish, Plankton's body jerks upright, his antennae quivering. "NO!" he shouts, the word cutting through the quiet with panic. Karen's mind races, her eyes snapping to him. "It's okay," she repeats, her voice soothing. "This is Hanna. She's a friend." Plankton's gaze flicks between them, his antennae a blur of movement. "Friend?" he asks, his voice tight with fear. Karen nods. "Yes, a friend," she says firmly. "We're safe here." Hanna nods. "Hi there Plank..." But the sound of her voice sends Plankton into a spiral of anxiety. His eye widens, his body stiffens. Karen's knowing she's made a mistake. The sudden presence of a stranger has disrupted his carefully controlled environment. "Shh," she whispers, moving closer, her movements slow and deliberate. "It's ok. This is Hanna, she's here to stay for a bit." Plankton's antennae twitch frantically, his eye darting between Karen and the new presence in the room. "Hanna?" he echoes, his voice filled with uncertainty. Hanna nods, her smile gentle. "That's right," she says softly before noticing the plushie on the floor. "Ah, is that a plushie?" Plankton's antennae stop moving, his gaze locked on Hanna's hand as it reaches for the toy. "MINE," he says firmly. Hanna's hand freezes, her screen a silent question as she picked it up. Plankton's eye tracks the movement, his body tense. He doesn't like change, his autism demanding predictability and routine. Karen knows what to do. "It's okay," she says, her voice low and reassuring. "Hanna's just lo…" But Plankton's autism doesn't allow for this. He snatches the plushie from Hanna's hand, his body rigid. "MINE!" he shouts sharply. This was a mistake, introducing change so suddenly into his life. "I'm sorry," Hanna says, her hand dropping to her side. "I didn't kn-" But Plankton's fear has turned to anger. "NO!" he shouts, his antennae flaring. "MINE!" Karen's eyes widen, his outburst echoing in the room. Her mind is racing to find the right words, the right way to comfort him. She knows his autism has made him hyper-aware of his possessions. "It's okay, Plankton," she says, her voice a calm river. "Hanna didn't mean to take it. It's still yours." His antennae slowly retract, his body loosening. He looks at Karen, his eye searching for truth.

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Hey, quick message. Not everyone on this website is comfortable with the topic of real life genocide around the world. Long story short, lets refrain from posting about Israel, Palestine, Russia, Ukraine, and other wars happening at the moment on a website made for looking for cute kaomoji or a new discord introduction template. Not everyone is the same, stay sharp friends. 🍭🍮ᡣ𐭩 -Saiki

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CHIP AND FAIL x (Autistic author) Plankton's antennae quivered, his body trembling. "You want to help?" he demanded, his voice a thunderclap. "Then LISTEN!" His antennae shot straight up, his body rigid with tension. "Just because I freeze up, it doesn't mean you get to paw at me like a sea urchin without a care in the world!" Chip's screen filled with hurt, his hands dropping to his sides. "But Dad," he began, his voice trembling. "I just wanted to make it better, seeing you're not acting like an adult or even a good dad with your dramatically fitful tantrum." His words were like salt on an open wound, but he didn't know better, his innocence a blunt weapon. Plankton's antennae snapped back, his eye narrowing. "Out," he said, his voice a glacial wind. "You don't get to be in here right now." Chip's eyes filled with shock, then hurt, as the reality of his father's words sank in. "But Dad, I didn't mean..." But Plankton was a wall of ice, his antennae stiff and unyielding. "No, get out," he repeated, his voice a chilling wind that sliced through Chip's protests. "I want you out of my sight, Chip. Just go." His eye was a storm cloud, threatening rain. Chip felt the sting of his dad's words, the coldness of his rejection. He took a step back, his hand dropping to his side. "But Dad, I just want to..." But Plankton's antennae remained stiff, his voice unyielding. "Out," he repeated, his eye a storm cloud ready to burst. "You don't get to stay here after saying that." Chip's eyes searched his father's, his own filled with a mix of hurt and bewilderment. "But Dad," he whispered, "I don't..." But Plankton's antennae remained rigid, his voice like ice. "I said, OUT." His anger was a palpable thing in the room, a force that pushed Chip backward, despite his father's physical stillness. With a final look of hurt and disbelief, Chip turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like the ghosts of all the moments he had hoped to share with his father. Plankton watched him go, his heart a leaden weight in his chest. Those words Chip used might as well be unforgivable. Karen's eyes were wide with concern, but she knew better than to push him in that moment. She knew his triggers, and how Chip inadvertently said the wrong thing. She knew he actually doesn't want to bring attention, and being told his pleas for boundaries have been called tantrums, by his own son, in his own room... Karen knew how his moments of 'twitching' and 'freezes' and 'mishaps' and 'venting' as he preferred to call them, being called tantrums... Plankton closed his eye, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his own tears. Karen approached him cautiously, her screen filled with worry. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle as a summer breeze. Plankton's antennae drooped, his body slumped in the chair. "No," he murmured, his voice thick with pain. "But I will be." He took a deep, shuddering breath, his chest rising and falling like the tides. Karen watched him, her heart in her throat. She knew the storm would pass, but the wreckage it left behind was always the same. She reached out a tentative hand, her touch feather-light on his shoulder. "Do you want me to explain to Chip?" she offered, her voice a whisper. Plankton's antennae twitched, his body still trembling. "No," he managed to say, his voice a rasp. His eye remained closed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Karen's hand hovered for a moment before retreating, her heart breaking for her husband. "Okay," she murmured, giving him the space he needed. She knew the importance of respecting his boundaries now more than ever. "He just didn't know how much his wording hurt you.." "I know," Plankton said, his voice barely audible. "But that doesn't make it sting any less." He took another deep breath, his antennae twitching with the effort of calming his racing thoughts. Karen's hand hovered over him, wanting to comfort but knowing not to push. "If he asks, can I tell him? You know, so he doesn't..." Plankton's antennae twitched again, his eye finally opening. "Only if he specifically asks about it," he said, his voice stronger now. "Otherwise he needs to understand for himself and figure it out if he wants to help so bad." Karen nodded, her screen filled with understanding. She knew her husband's pride and the importance of their son coming to terms with his condition without being forced to. She gave him a gentle squeeze. "I'll be here," she said. "For both of you." The room remained silent for a long moment, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Plankton took another deep breath, his antennae slowly unfurling. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a whisper. Karen's eyes searched his, her hand still on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, her voice a gentle caress. Plankton took a moment to consider. The storm in his head was beginning to abate, the pain lessening with each passing second. "I'd just like some time to myself." Karen nodded, her screen filling with love and sadness. "I'll make sure he doesn't bother you," she promised, her voice a soft whisper. She knew how important it was for Plankton to have space. Chip stood in his room, the closed door a barrier between him and his father's pain. He felt like a sea urchin thrown onto the sharp rocks of misunderstanding, his spikes no match for the storm of emotions that had just erupted. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made things worse. He had wanted to connect, but instead, he had hurt the one person he loved most. His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his father's behavior. The words "autism spectrum" echoed in his thoughts, a mysterious code he hadn't known existed. He had heard the term before, but it had always been a distant concept, not something that could affect his own life. He sat down on his bed, his hands shaking. He felt like he had just been handed a treasure map without knowing how to read it. His dad's condition was a treasure, a key to understanding the man he idolized, but the map was written in a language he hadn't learned. With each passing second, the weight of his father's words grew heavier. He had never thought about the world from Plankton's perspective, had never considered that his touch could be anything but comforting. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of him.

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