Xii Emojis & Text

GREAT CHIP xii
(Autistic author)

Mustering his courage, Chip approached,
his own arms reaching out to mirror
Karen's embrace. But as soon as Chip's
fingers made contact with Plankton's
shoulder, he flinched,
his body stiffening like a board.
"NO!" he shouted.

The anger in Plankton's voice
was like a slap, the pain of his
rejection a sharp knife twisting
in Chip's gut. "But Dad, I'm sorry,"
he said, his voice cracking.
"I didn't mean..."

But Plankton's antennae shot
up, his body tense. "Don't!" he shouted,
pushing away from them both. "Don't
touch me!" His voice was ragged,
his eye wide with fear and anger.

Chip froze, his hand hovering in
the air. He'd wanted to comfort his father,
to somehow make amends for the cruel words
he'd flung earlier. But his attempt had only
caused more pain, and he felt the weight
of his mistake like an anchor around his neck.

Plankton's eyes narrowed, his antennae
waving in agitation. "You think you can
just...touch me?" he spat, his voice
a whipcrack of anger. "You don't get it,
you never will!" He shrugged off their
embraces, his tiny frame quivering with
fury and despair.

Karen stepped back, her eyes
filled with a sadness that was
even deeper than the anger. "Chip,"
she said gently. "Give him some space."

Her voice was like a lifeline, but
Chip's hands remained outstretched,
his eyes pleading. He didn't
understand why his touch, which had
always been welcomed before, was
now a source of pain. "But Mom's
touch d..."

Plankton's antennae shot up, his eye
blazing with anger. "Don't you dare
compare yourself to your mother!"
he roared, his voice echoing in the
cramped workshop. "You don't
know what it's like to live with
this, to have to explain it over
and over again!"

Chip felt his heart shatter, the
harshness of his father's words
cutting deeper than any insult
"It's the same touch as hers!
I don't understand any differ..."

But Plankton's anger was a
whirlwind, a maelstrom that drowned
out any attempt at reason. "You don't
understand!" he screamed, his voice
a volcanic eruption of pain. "You can't
just... just pretend you know!"

Karen's eyes filled with sadness,
but she kept her voice steady. "Chip,
please," she said, her tone a plea. "Give
your father some space."

But Chip was desperate, his heart
a tangled mess of guilt and fear. He
stepped closer, reaching out to mimic
his mother's gentle touch. His hand hovered
over Plankton's shoulder, but as soon as
his fingertips made contact, his father's
body stiffened. Plankton's antennae shot
up like spikes, his eye wide.

Chip's breath caught in his throat
as he watched his father's pupil
dilate, his gaze going distant. "Dad?"
he whispered, his voice trembling. But
Plankton didn't respond, didn't move,
his body frozen in a trance-like state.

Karen's eyes widened in recognition
of the familiar symptom, and she
quickly stepped in front of Chip,
placing a gentle hand on his chest to
keep him from approaching. "It's another
one," she said softly, her voice filled with
concern.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the
tension thick as the silence grew. Plankton's
tiny body remained statue-still, his eye
unfocused and unmoving.

Chip's eyes were wide with fear, his
hands hovering in the space where he'd
just attempted to touch his father. He
could see the fear in his mother's eyes,
but he didn't understand why his touch
was so wrong. "What's happening?" he
whispered, his voice shaking.

Karen's expression was a mix of
concern and resignation. "It's another
seizure," she said softly, her voice
filled with a sadness that Chip had
never heard before. "His body's just...
trying to cope."

Chip felt his heart race, his
father's stillness a stark contrast
to the frenetic energy that usually
filled the room. The realization
hit him like a tidal wave, and he
stumbled back, his hand dropping to his
side. "But I didn't mean to..."
his voice trailed off, the words
seemingly too heavy to be spoken.

Karen's eyes never left Plankton's face
as she gently scooped him up, her
movements precise and practiced.

"Let's get you to bed, honey," she said,
her voice a soothing melody in the
storm of his seizure. Plankton was
so light in her arms, almost weightless,
his antennae drooping limply beside his
face. His usual fiery spirit was gone,
replaced by a frightening calm that made
Chip's heart race.

They moved through the house
in a slow dance of care, avoiding obstacles
with the grace of long practice. Chip
followed behind, his eyes glued to his
father's still form, fear a cold hand around
his throat. The hallway stretched like
an eternity, each step closer to Plankton's
bedroom a silent plea for his father to wake.

The bedroom door creaked open, revealing
a sanctuary of order and solitude. Karen
navigated the space with ease, laying
Plankton down on the neatly made bed with
a gentle sigh. Chip hovered in the doorway,
his eyes taking in the scene with a mix
of awe and dread.

The bed was a bastion of calm in
the storm of Plankton's mind, the soft
blue comforter a stark contrast to
his father's usual chaotic energy.
Karen arranged the pillows with the
care of a sculptor, her movements
precise and practiced. She pulled the
covers up to his chin, her eyes never
leaving his still face.

Plankton's chest rose and fell
in a slow, rhythmic pattern, the only
sign that he was alive. Chip watched,
his heart racing, as his mother
sat by the bed.

The silence was a living, breathing
entity, filling every corner of the room
like a thick fog. Karen's eyes never left
Plankton's still face, her hand
trembling slightly as she reached
out to smooth his antennae.

Chip hovered in the doorway,
his own fear and confusion
reflected in the shimmer of the
dim light. He watched as his mother
moved with a grace that seemed
almost alien, her movements soothing
and gentle, as if she were handling
the most delicate of instruments.

Plankton lay on the bed, his body
still as a statue's, his eye unblinking.
Karen pulled the comforter up to his
chest, her hand lingering for a moment
before retreating. The quiet was so
deep, Chip could almost hear his own
heart pounding in his chest.

The room was a stark contrast to
Plankton's usual cluttered workshop,
his sanctuary of chaos and creation.
Here, everything was in its place,
each item a silent sentinel to the
peace they all wished Plankton could find, a place
where Plankton had always found solace.

Karen sat beside the bed, her eyes
never leaving her husband's serene
face. She knew the chaos raging
behind his unblinking eye, the maelstrom
of his thoughts that only he could see.
Her hand hovered over him, her
thumb gently stroking his antennae,
a silent promise of her love and support.

Chip watched from the doorway,
his heart a tumultuous sea of regret
and fear. He'd never seen his father
so vulnerable, so lost in his own mind.
He wanted to apologize, to take back
the hurtful words, but he knew it was
not the time for talking. Instead,
he settled for a silent promise, a
vow to be there, to understand.
ruder in the sacred space,
but he couldn't bring himself to leave.

Karen looked up, her eyes swimming
with unshed tears. She offered a sad
smile, a silent acknowledgment of
his presence. "Why don't you go get
him another blanket?" she suggested,
her voice barely above a whisper.

Chip nodded, his legs moving on autopilot
as he retreated to the hallway.
He just hoped that when Plankton woke up,
he'd be able to make amends.

new great chip comfortfic xii

CHIP AND FAIL xii
(Autistic author)

Karen knew her
husband's withdrawal was a defense
mechanism, a way to cope with the
sensory overload. But watching
Chip's pain was like watching a
school of fish caught in a net,
thrashing against the confines of
their misunderstanding.

Chip pushed his chum around his
plate, his appetite lost in the
whirlpool of emotions. "Dad," he
tried again, his voice a soft
wave breaking on the shore of
Plankton's silence. "I don't know
what to do." Chip
felt like a tiny fish adrift in
the vast sea of his father's
displeasure. "I just want to be
there for you," he murmured, his
words a desperate plea.

But Plankton's antennae remained
still, his eye unreadable. The silence
was a dense fog, obscuring the
usual warmth between them. Chip's
heart felt like it was trapped in a
fishnet of doubt and confusion.

Karen watched the exchange with a
heavy heart, her own plate of chum
barely touched. She knew Plankton's
silence was a form of self-protection,
his way of reeling in the chaos
that had engulfed him. But she
couldn't help but feel the barb of
it, stinging Chip with each
unanswered question.

"Dad," Chip whispered again, his voice
now a soft ripple in the vast sea
of their dinner. "I know you're upset,
but I'm trying." He took another
tentative bite, his screen never
leaving Plankton's still form. "Can
we talk about it? What part of today d..."

But Plankton's antennae remained
as stiff as coral, his eye unyielding.
The silence was a thick kelp
forest, entangling any attempt at
communication. Chip didn't know
what else to say, what else to do.

Karen's screen searched the horizon
of Plankton's face, looking for any
sign of relenting. But he was an
isolated island, unreachable. She
knew the storm inside him was
still raging, and she could feel the
waves of pain crashing against the
shore of her own.

Chip's voice was a sad melody,
his words a school of fish lost
in a sea of misunderstanding.
"Dad," he whispered again, his voice
a soft ripple in the vast ocean of
silence. "I know I said the wrong
things, but I'm here. I'm listening."

Plankton's antennae remained
still, his eye a clouded pool. The
dinner table was a coral reef of
tension, their plates untouched.
The only sound was the distant
lapping of waves against the shore
of their unspoken words.

Chip's voice was a lone seagull
calling out into the vast sea of
silence. "Dad," he tried again,
his voice a desperate cry. "I'm
sorry for what I said." But the
words fell into the abyss,
unheard by the father who was
deaf to his son's pain.

Plankton's antennae remained
still. The
tension at the dinner table was
thick, obscuring any
chance of understanding.

"Dad," he said. "I 
didn't mean to hurt
you." Chip's hope
was fading.

"I'm sorry," Chip murmured again.
He didn't know what else to say,
his words a futile attempt. 
His father's antennae
twitched slightly.

The room was thick with
unspoken words. Karen's screen
flitted between them, her gaze
a beacon of understanding for
Chip in the abyss of Plankton's
silence. She knew her husband's
pain, had seen the storms he
weathered in solitude. But she also
saw the desperation in Chip's
screen, the yearning for
connection.

"Dad," Chip whispered.
"I know I don't understand it all,
but I want to learn."

Plankton's antennae remained
unmoved, the
silence a crushing weight that
threatened to drown them both.

Chip's voice was tiny.
He took another bite of chum,
his mouth moving mechanically,
his screen never leaving Plankton's
still form. "Dad," he tried again,
his voice a soft whisper. "What
can I do?"

Plankton's antennae twitched once.
He took a deep breath, his chest
expanding then letting it out in a slow sigh.

Chip was trapped. He had
never seen his father so closed
off, his usual vibrant spirit
dimmed.

Karen's eyes were a lifeline,
her gaze a gentle nudge towards
patience. She knew Plankton's
silence was not rejection but a
cry for space, a retreat into 
his own mind. "It's okay," she
mouthed.

Chip nodded, his screen never
leaving Plankton's still form. He
could see the pain etched in the
lines of his father's face, the
way his antennae drooped.
He took a deep breath.
"Dad," he said, his voice a soft
current. "I just want to help."

Plankton's antennae twitched,
just once, but it was enough for
Chip to hold onto. "I'll learn so I can be
there to help during temper tantrums.."
And there it is. His eye
flinched, and suddenly, he was
no longer in the quiet room with
his son and wife. He was back in
elementary school, the laughter of
his classmates as they called
his meltdowns "tantrums." The taste
of the chum in his mouth turned
sour. His school teachers had never
understood, had never seen the silent
storm that raged beneath his calm
surface.

"Plankton?" Karen's voice was
a soft echo, reaching out to him.
He blinked, coming back to the
present, his gaze meeting hers.
Her eyes were calm.

Chip's voice was a gentle
nudge. "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to..." But Plankton's mind
was tangled within his thoughts of his
past. The word "tantrum" echoed in
his head, a reminder of his
vulnerability.

Karen's eyes searched her
husband's, understanding. She
reached over, her hand soft 
on his arm. "Take a moment," she
whispered. "We're here for you."

Plankton felt the warmth of her
touch, grounding him. His antennae
twitched slightly, acknowledging
her support.

new chip and fail Chip Plankton II Sheldon J. Plankton & Chip Plankton II Karen/Chip Plankton II xii

CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS xii

(Autistic Author)


The tree above them provides a gentle 
canopy, casting dappled shadows on 
Plankton's sleeping form. The leaves 
rustle in the breeze, creating a natural 
lullaby that soothes not only him but 
Chip and Karen as well. The world 
outside the shade seems to melt away, 
leaving them in a quiet cocoon of peace.

Karen watches her son with a mix of 
admiration and sadness. He's growing 
up so fast, she thinks, having to learn 
about things most kids his age don't 
have to. But Chip's strength is 
undeniable, and she knows that 
together, they'll navigate the storms that 
come with Plankton's condition.

The park's cacophony slowly starts to 
fade into the background, replaced by 
the rhythmic sound of Plankton's deep, 
even breathing. Chip sits next to him, 
the love rock still in his hand, his thumb 
tracing the smooth surface. The 
shadows from the tree above dance 
across their faces, creating a 
mesmerizing pattern of light and dark 
that seems to mirror the complexities of 
their lives.

Karen pulls out a small blanket from 
their bag and covers Plankton gently, 
tucking it around his small body. She 
looks at Chip, her eyes filled with a mix 
of love and sadness. "Why don't you sit 
with him for a bit?" she suggests. "I'll 
grab the car."

Chip nods solemnly, taking a seat 
beside his father. He places the love 
rock in Plankton's palm, curling his 
slender fingers around it. The park's 
sounds seem to fade away as he 
focuses on Plankton's peaceful face, the 
only indication of life the steady rise and 
fall of his chest. Chip's eyes drift over to 
the swings, now silent, the chains still 
swaying slightly from their earlier use.

While Karen walks to get the car, Chip 
sits in quiet contemplation, feeling the 
weight of their conversation from the 
night before. He's learned so much 
about his dad, about the storms in his 
brain that make him different. But 
instead of fear, Chip feels a newfound 
respect and love, a bond stronger than 
any storm could break.

Plankton's eye flutter open, the sleepy 
confusion fading as he sees Chip sitting 
beside him, the love rock still clutched in 
his hand. He looks around, the park 
coming back into focus. His antennae 
twitch slightly, searching for the source 
of comfort.

"Hey, buddy," Plankton says, his voice 
groggy. "What happened?"

Chip's eyes light up, his grip on the rock 
tightening. "You had a seizure," he 
explains, his voice steady. "But you're ok 
now. We're just waiting for Mom to bring 
the car."

Plankton nods, his gaze drifting to the 
rock. He opens his palm, revealing the 
smooth, shimmering stone. "Thank you," 
he murmurs, his voice thick with 
emotion.

Chip looks up, his eyes meeting 
Plankton's. "It's our love rock," he says 
simply, his voice filled with the weight of 
their new understanding.

Plankton's antennae twitch, a hint of a 
smile playing on his lips. "I remember," 
he says, his voice a little stronger. "It's a 
good rock."

The two sit in companionable silence, 
the rock a tangible symbol of their bond. 
The park's sounds slowly filter back in, 
the laughter of children, the squeak of 
the swings, the distant bark of a seagull. 
Life goes on around them, but in this 
moment, their world is small and 
focused.

As Karen pulls up with the car, she sees 
them sitting under the tree, the love rock 
in Plankton's hand. She parks and walks 
over, her eyes filled with concern. 
"Ready to go home?" she asks gently.

Plankton nods, his antennae rising 
slightly. "Yeah," he says, his voice still 
shaky. "Let's go."

They carefully help him into the car, the 
love rock still nestled in his hand. The 
drive home is quiet, the weight of the 
day's events hanging heavy in the air. 
Chip watches his dad, his heart aching 
for the silent struggle he knows he's 
facing.

As they pull into the driveway, Karen 
looks back in the rearview mirror.

"Remember, Chip," she says, her eyes 
meeting her son's in the reflection, 
"today was a learning experience. We all 
need to be patient with each other."

Chip nods solemnly, his gaze never 
leaving Plankton's face. He sees the 
exhaustion etched into his father's 
features, the quiet strength that hides 
beneath the storm. "I know," he 
whispers, his voice filled with 
understanding beyond his years.

The house is a welcome retreat from the 
overwhelming sensory assault of the 
park. Inside, everything is familiar and 
comforting, a bastion of predictability in 
a world that often seems too loud and 
too bright for Plankton. Karen helps 
Plankton into bed, tucking him in with 
the care of a lighthouse keeper guiding 
a ship to safety.

Chip sits on the edge of the bed, holding 
the love rock out to Plankton. "Do you 
still want this?" he asks, his voice 
tentative.

Plankton's hand reaches out, his eyes 
never leaving the rock. He takes it, his 
grip firm. "Yeah," he says, a hint of a 
smile playing on his lips. "It's 
comforting."

Karen gives them both a soft smile 
before leaving the room, closing the 
door gently behind her. The room is 
filled with the hum of the fish tank, the 
calming blue light casting a soothing 
glow. Chip sits with his father, the love 
rock nestled in Plankton's hand, a silent 
sentinel of their bond.

For a moment, they just breathe 
together. Then, Chip decides to speak. 
"Daddy," he says, his voice gentle and 
soothing, "I'm here for you. No matter 
what happens, ok?"

Plankton's eye flicker with 
understanding, and he squeezes the 
rock in his hand. "Thank you, Chip," he 
murmurs, his voice filled with more 
emotion than Chip has ever heard from 
him. "I'm lucky to have you."

The words hang in the air, heavy with 
meaning, as Chip nods, his own eyes 
brimming with tears. He leans in to offer 
Plankton his hand to hold. Plankton 
takes it, his grip firm, his eye searching 
Chip's for reassurance. The love rock 
remains a silent witness to their 
conversation, a physical representation 
of the unspoken affection that flows 
between them.

Slowly, Plankton's eye grow heavy, the 
lid drooping as sleep claims him once 
more. His hand relaxes around Chip's, 
the rock still cradled in his other palm. 
Chip watches his father's chest rise and 
fall with each deep, even breath, the 
storm of the day finally abating.

Eventually, Plankton's eye opens, a 
glimmer of understanding piercing the 
tempest. His antennae still, his body 
going rigid with the effort of speaking. 
He draws in a deep breath, his eye 
locking onto Chip's and also Karen’s, the 
love rock a bridge between them. "Lo..." 
he manages to murmur, the word a 
tremor in the quiet room. Karen's eyes 
widen, her heart skipping a beat. "Lo..." 
he tries again, the syllable a whisper of 
hope. The room feels like it's expanding, 
the walls stretching with the weight of 
his effort. "Lo...ve," he finally says, the 
word a shaky but clear declaration.

The air shimmers with the power of the 
spoken word, the love rock in Chip's 
hand feeling like it's vibrating with joy. 
Karen's eyes overflow with tears as she 
squeezes Plankton's hand, her voice 
choking with emotion. "Oh, honey," she 
says, her voice a gentle caress, "we 
know." Chip's own eyes sparkle with 
unshed tears, his voice trembling as he 
speaks. "We love you too, Daddy."
 "Lo...love," he manages to repeat, the 
word a treasure pulled from the depths
of his mind. Chip feels a tear slide down 
his cheek, the love rock in his hand a 
warm emblem of victory.

"You don't have to say it, Daddy," Chip 
says, his voice shaky but earnest. "We 
know." But Plankton's eye
determined, the word 'love' a beacon he 
needs to reach. With a Herculean effort, 
he whispers, "Chip...Karen...love...you." 
The room is suffused with a warmth that 
feels like a sunrise, the shadows 
retreating to the corners.

Karen stands with 
love for her family. She knows that this is 
just the beginning of their journey, that 
there will be more storms to weather. 
But with Chip by his side, she feels a 
glimmer of hope that Plankton's world 
will be a little less overwhelming.

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SHELF IMPROVEMENT xii
(Autistic author)

Turning back to 
Plankton, Karen 
approached the bed 
slowly, not wanting 
to startle him. She 
stood there for a 
moment, taking in 
his peaceful form, 
his antennae still. 
"Plankton," she 
whispered, reaching 
out to gently shake 
his shoulder.

His eye fluttered 
open, his antennae 
twitching as he took 
in the scene before 
him. "Karen?" he 
mumbled, his voice 
slurred with sleep.

"Hey, Plankton," 
she said softly, her 
face a picture of calm. 
"How are you feeling?"

Plankton's antennae 
twitched as he 
slowly came to 
consciousness. "Fine," 
he murmured, his 
voice still thick with sleep.

"Good," Karen 
smiled, gently 
squeezing his shoulder. 
"Chip has his science 
fair tonight. Do you 
think you're up for 
it?"

Plankton's antennae 
perked up. "Science fair," 
he repeated, his voice 
clearing a little.

Karen nods. 
"Yes. Are you 
ready to go?"

Plankton's eye 
widened with 
excitement. "Science 
fair," he said, his 
voice gaining 
strength. "Chip's science 
fair."

Karen felt a 
wave of relief 
wash over her. "Yes, 
sweetheart," she 
smiled. "And we're 
going to be 
there for him."

Once ready, they 
left the house, the 
crisp evening air a 
welcome change 
from the stifling 
atmosphere inside. The 
walk to Chip's school 
was quiet, each of 
them lost in their 
thoughts. The sight of 
the school's lights 
spilling out into 
the night served as a 
reminder of the 
event that awaited them.

The science fair was 
a cacophony of sounds 
and colors, with 
excited children 
dotted around the 
hall, eagerly 
explaining their projects 
to parents and 
teachers alike. Chip's 
class was grouped 
together, and 
his face lit up when 
he saw them approach.

Plankton's antennae 
twitched, but 
his eye was drawn 
to Chip's proud 
smile and project.

"Welcome to the 
Annual Science Fair!" 
The loudspeaker blared, 
its metallic voice 
cutting through the 
buzz of the crowd. 
Plankton's body 
stiffened at the sudden 
noise assault, but 
was quick 
to cover his 
antennas with 
his hands.

"Remember, Plankton," 
Karen whispered, her 
voice a soft 
contrast to the 
loudspeaker's roar. 
"Just let me know 
if it's too much."

Plankton nodded, 
his antennae still 
covered by his 
hands, his eye
scanning the 
bustling room. The 
noise was a symphony 
of voices and 
laughter, of beeps 
and whirs from the 
various science 
projects. His heart 
pounded in his 
chest, a drum 
matching the 
loudspeaker's rhythm.
"Find your classmates
and have fun!"

Karen and Plankton
follow Chip to his
classmates.

"Now students, I see
you brought your 
families with you; now
share with a partner
and their families, too,
about how our class
made projects.."

The room erupted 
in a flurry of 
excited voices, each 
student eager to 
share their projects.

The cacophony 
was like a storm 
of sound, threatening 
to overwhelm the 
sensitive Plankton.

One of Chip's class
partner's moms came
up to their family. "Hi, I'm
Andreea, Penny's mom," she 
introduced herself, a 
smile on her face.
"And this is Penny,"
she said, nudging the 
tiny octopus beside 
her. Penny looked shy.

Yet meanwhile the talking 
was like nails on 
a chalkboard to 
Plankton. He 
could feel the echoes 
of her words bouncing
off the walls, 
reverberating in his 
skull. The room spun 
around him, a whirlwind 
of color and sound.

"Hello, I'm Karen,"
Karen said warmly, 
extending a hand. 
"Nice to meet you!"

The woman took 
her hand, her smile 
widening. "Penny
told me Chip's the
smartest boy in class,"
she said, her voice 
bubbly.

"Mother," Penny 
whispered, her 
face flushing a deep 
shade of pink.  
"Chip's not the only 
smart one in class," 
she mumbled.

Karen chuckled, 
squeezing Chip's 
shoulder. "They're 
both very bright," 
she said, her eyes 
twinkling.

Penny's mother laughed
unknowingly causing
Plankton even further
distress. "Oh yes, I'm sure
they all are," she said.

But Plankton was 
barely holding on, his 
head prickling with the 
sensory assault.
Karen felt his
body sit, and she 
turned to him with 
concern. "Plankton?" 
she asked, her voice 
cutting through the 
noise like a knife.
But Plankton was 
unresponsive, his 
eye glazed over. 
He wouldn't budge, 
his body rigid. The 
noise was a wall 
he couldn't scale, 
his senses bombarded.
"Plankton?" Karen's 
voice was a gentle 
prodding, but he 
didn't react. The 
world around him 
was a chaos of 
colors and sounds, 
each more overwhelming 
than the last.

"Plankton, honey?" Karen 
tried again, her 
tone a gentle coax.

But Plankton was 
like a statue, his 
tiny body unyielding. 
The sounds of the 
science fair crashed 
over him.

"Plankton?" Karen 
repeated, her voice 
filled with worry.

Penny and her mom 
exchanged glances, 
picking up on the 
tension. "Is he okay?"
she asked, her voice 
concerned. Chip, too,
noticed this absence
seizure spell.

"He's just overwhelmed,"
Karen replied, her voice 
steady despite the 
worry etched on her 
face. She took a 
deep breath, 
knowing they had to 
act quickly. She knew 
this was his 
body's way of shutting 
down from the 
overstimulation.

Andreea's smile 
faded, her eyes 
filled with 
concern. "Is there 
anything we can do?"

Karen shook her 
head, her eyes 
never leaving 
Plankton's face. "Just 
give us a moment, 
please," she said, her 
voice tight. "This is 
part of a condition."

Andreea nodded, 
understanding 
dawning on her 
face. "Oh," she said, 
her voice soft. "Is he 
alright? I happen to 
be a nurse," she 
offered, her eyes 
filled with 
concern.

Karen's gaze 
flitted to her, 
desperation in her 
eyes. "Could you 
please help?" she 
asked, her voice 
barely a whisper.

Andreea nodded, 
quickly moving to 
Plankton's side. "I
also work with the
school nurse, Vicky,
but Vicky's not here
today. I do have 
access to her office;
we can watch over
him there, while Chip
and Penny can go
back to the class."

With Andreea, Karen
carries Plankton. "He
fell off a shelf, hitting
his head on the floor
along with the shelf
hitting his head. He's
acquired autism."

Andreea's eyes widen
in understanding. "Come
on," she says, leading the
way to the nurse's office.
"Let's get him someplace
quiet."

The nurse's office is
a haven of calm in the
storm of the science
fair. The walls are
lined with charts and 
supplies, but it's the
soothing silence that 
envelops them like a warm
blanket that Karen finds 
most comforting. They
gently lay Plankton on
the examination table, his
tiny frame looking 
vulnerable against the 
white sheets.

Andreea quickly 
assesses the situation, 
her nurse instincts 
kicking in. She listened
to his heart. "If anything
a little fast, which is
understandable," she told
Karen.

"He's okay?" Karen's
voice was tight with fear.

Andreea nodded, 
her movements precise 
and calm. "He's just 
having an intense 
sensory overload. It's 
not uncommon with 
this condition."

Karen's eyes 
were filled with 
gratitude as 
she watched 
Andreea work, 
her professionalism 
and kindness a 
balm to her frayed 
nerves. "Thank you," 
she murmured. "I'm not 
sure what to do."

Andreea nodded, 
her hands moving 
quickly and surely. 
"It's okay," she said. 
"My ex girlfriend said
her grandaunt had
similar issues." She 
tapped Plankton's 
cheek gently. "Let's 
see if we can get 
you to respond." But
Plankton's body remained 
still. Andreea sighs. "Do
you know any specific
triggers of his you've
noticed?"

Karen nods. "Loud
noises, sudden movements,
and certain touches," she lists off.

Andreea nods. "We'll 
keep it calm and 
predictable here," she 
promised, her voice 
soothing. She 
dimmed the lights, 
closed the door, and 
turned him to face a
blank part of the wall.

"Plankton," she 
whispered, her voice 
barely above a 
breath. "Look at the 
wall, okay?" He doesn't
respond. Andreea turns
to Karen.

"Remember, Karen," 
she said, her voice 
calm and measured. 
"Every person with 
autism is unique. We 
can't always know 
what will trigger 
their overload, but 
what's crucial is to 
create an environment 
that minimizes those 
triggers."

Karen nodded, 
her eyes never 
leaving Plankton's 
face. "I know," she 
whispered. "We're 
learning."

Andreea offered a 
kind smile. "It's a 
journey," she said. 
"But you're already 
doing so well." She 
turned to the shelves, 
pulling out a 
weighted blanket. 
"This might help," 
she said, spreading 
it over Plankton's 
legs.

Karen watched as 
Plankton's body 
relaxed slightly 
under the blanket's 
soothing embrace. 
"Thank you," she 
whispered, her eyes 
filling with 
gratitude.

Andreea nodded, 
her eyes kind. "It's 
important to tailor our 
approach to each 
autistic person," she 
said, her voice gentle. 
"Everyone's 
experience is 
different, but 
creating a 
predictable and 
comfortable environment 
can help."

Karen's hope grew.

"Remember," Andreea 
said, her eyes on 
Plankton, "it's not 
about 'fixing' him, 
but helping him 
navigate the world."
"I know," Karen says,
nodding.

Plankton began 
to rouse from his 
stillness. His eye 
blinked, the 
world coming into focus 
in fragments. And
Karen noticed. 
"Plankton?" she 
whispered, her 
voice hopeful.

His antennae 
twitched, his eye 
darting to hers. 
"Karen," he murmured, 
his voice groggy. He 
looked around, 
taking in the 
unfamiliar surroundings 
of the nurse's office. 
"Where..."

Karen's heart 
skipped a beat, 
relief flooding her 
chest. "You're in the 
school nurse's office," 
she said, her voice 
gentle. "You had a 
little sensory overload 
at the science fair. 
Remember?"

Plankton blinked, 
his antennae slowly 
unfurling from his 
head. The weight 
of the blanket grounded 
him, and the 
dim lights calmed 
his racing mind. 
He nodded, the 
memory of the 
noise fading into a 
distant throb.

new shelf improvement sciencecore xii

CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xii
(By NeuroFabulous)


Plankton's antennae twitched,
his eye opening slightly to
see the familiar sight of their
front door. The house looked
warm and welcoming, a haven
from the overstimulation of
the outside world. He nodded,
his antennae drooping. "Home,"
he murmured, his voice still
slurred.

Karen helped him out of the car,
his legs wobbly under the weight
of his still-sluggish body. The
fresh air was a shock to his
sensitive system, his antennae
quivering at the sudden change.
"Come on," she urged gently,
her arm around his waist. "Let's
get you inside."

Plankton leaned heavily on
Karen as they made their way
up the path to the house.
The brightness of the sun
was almost painful, his eye
squinting against the light. "I'm
shorry," he mumbled, his voice
barely audible. "Soo tired..."

Karen chuckled softly, her
arm tightening around him.
"It's okay, Plankton," she said,
her voice a gentle breeze. "You
can sleep as soon as we..."

But her words were lost as
his antennae drooped, his
body giving in to the siren
call of sleep. His eyelid fluttered
closed, his head lolling forward.
"Plankton," she whispered, her
voice a gentle nudge. But his
body was heavy, his antennae
still.

With a sigh, Karen picked
him up, cradling him against
her chest. His antennae
twitched slightly at the sudden
motion, his eye opening to
slits. "Wha..." he mumbled, his
voice barely audible.

"You're okay, Plankton," she
soothed, her voice a gentle
whisper. "We're going inside."
Her arms were strong, her movements
slow and steady, carrying
his weight with ease. The
world outside faded away,
replaced by the warmth and
comfort of their home.

Inside, Sandy and Chip played chess,
the only other sounds the soft
footsteps of Karen's feet
and Plankton's muffled snores.

Sandy looked up as Karen
carried in the sleeping Plankton,
his antennae drooping like
wilted flowers. "How's he doing?"
she asked, her voice low.

Karen nodded. "The surgery went
well," she murmured. "But he's
still out of it."

Chip looked up from his chess
board, his eyes wide as his mom 
carried his dad. Sandy quickly 
set aside the chess pieces and 
rushed to help.

Karen set him on the couch,
his antennae brushing the fabric
as he was laid down. "Just
rest here for a moment,"
she murmured, her hand
smoothing his antennae. Chip
watched, his curiosity piqued by
his dad's vulnerable state. "Is he
okay?" he whispered, his eyes
searching Karen's face for answers.

"He's fine," she assured him,
her voice soft. "He's just really
tired from the surgery. The
anesthesia makes it hard for
his brain to stay awake."

Chip nodded, watching as Karen
tucked a blanket around Plankton's
form, her movements gentle and
careful. "Why does Dad snore?"
he asked, his curiosity
getting the better of him.

"It's just his body's way of
getting the air it needs," Karen
explained, her voice a soft
mumble.

The living room was bathed in
dim light, the curtains drawn to
keep the world at bay. Plankton's
snores grew louder, his antennae
twitching with each inhale.

Sandy's filled with concern. "Do you
want me to stay?" she asked, her
voice hushed. "Help with Chip?"

Karen's smile was filled
with gratitude. "That would
be amazing," she murmured.
"I need to keep an eye on
Plankton." She gestured to
the sleeping form on the couch.

Sandy nodded, her eyes
filled with understanding. "Of
course," she said. "I'll watch
Chip." Her voice was a gentle
whisper, not wanting to disturb
the fragile peace that had
descended upon the house.

With Plankton safely on
the couch, Karen turned to
face Sandy. "Thank you,"
she murmured, her voice
carrying the weight of the
day's events. "I don't know
what I'd do without you."

Sandy waved a dismissive
hand. "It's what friends are
for," she said, her smile
soft. "Now, go take care of
Plankton. I've got this."

Karen nodded, her eyes
filled with gratitude. She
knew she could trust Sandy
with Chip, especially in a time
like this. She bent over
Plankton, her hand brushing
his antennae gently. "Rest,"
she whispered, her voice a
soothing caress. "You're safe."

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, his sleep-laden eye
sliding open. The room
spun around him, the edges
soft and fuzzy. "Karen?" he
mumbled, his voice thick with
slumber.

Karen's face appeared above him,
a soft smile playing on her lips.
"You're okay, Plankton," she
whispered, her hand stroking
his antennae gently. "You're
safe."

The words washed over him
like a gentle wave, the warmth
of her voice seeping into
his bones. His antennae
quivered slightly, his eyelid
flickering. The room spun,
his body heavy and sluggish.
"Home," he murmured, his voice
a sleepy echo of his earlier
sentiment.

Karen's smile grew, her eyes
soft with affection. "Yes, we're
home," she said, her voice a
lullaby. "You can rest now."

Plankton let out a contented sigh, his
antennas drooping with exhaustion.

The gentle stroking of
Karen's hand on his antennae
was the last thing he felt before
his mind slipped fully into
the abyss of sleep. His
snores grew deep and even,
his body finally at peace.

new chip on the shoulders sleepicore xii

CHIP IN MY BOX xii
(Autistic author)


Chip's tears fall silently
as he watches his father's
shoulders tense, his father's
body language a wall of
hurt. He feels the distance
between them growing, a vast
ocean of misunderstanding.

"Dad," he whispers, his voice
smaller than the fingertip
that had started it all.
"I'm sorry." The words hang
in the air, a tiny lifebuoy in
the storm of Plankton's emotions.

Plankton's antennae droop,
his eye shimmering with
frustration. "You don't get it,"
he murmurs. "You can't just-"
His words are cut off by a
deep, shuddering breath.

Chip's heart feels like it's
being crushed by a vice.
He's hurt his dad, and he
doesn't know how to fix it.
He opens his mouth to
apologize again, but no
sounds come out. His
throat is tight with regret.

Plankton's eye is on the
new sensory box, his hand
shaking slightly as he
reaches for the first item.
The sight of his father's
distress is like a knife
twisting in Chip's gut. He
wants to take back his
words, to somehow erase
the pain he's caused.

"Dad," he whispers, his voice
tiny and scared. "I didn't
mean to make you feel
that way." But Plankton is
too lost in his own world, his
mind a tempest of thoughts
and emotions.

He picks up a fidget from
the box, his antennae twitching
nervously as he tries to focus.

"Dad, I just wanted to help,"
Chip says, his voice barely a
whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt
you." The silence is a thick
fog between them, heavy with
the weight of Plankton's pain.

Plankton's antennae twitch,
his grip on the fidget tight.
He doesn't look at Chip, his
eye focused on the spinning
toy. "You can't help by
breaking things," he says,
his voice a low rumble.
"You can't fix me with a
pat on the back and a 'good
job'."

Chip's eyes fill with tears,
his heart a storm of regret.
"I didn't mean to break it,"
he whispers, his voice a
tiny wave of sorrow. "I just
wanted to kn-"

Plankton's antennae shoot
up, cutting him off. "You just
wanted to know," he says, his
voice a knife. "To satisfy
your own curiosity, without
thinking about what it
means to me." His eye is
a tempest of anger and hurt,
his antennae quivering with
emotion.

Chip's eyes are wide with
understanding, the gravity
of his father's words sinking
in. "I di-"

But Plankton's
interrupting him. "Don't say it,"
he says, his voice a
whispered warning. "Don't
make excuses and try to
make it okay." He turns
away. "Just...
don't."

Plankton's back is to him,
his antennae drooping.
He's retreated into
his own world, leaving
Chip on the outside,
desperately trying to
find a way in.

He sits up in bed, his
small frame a stark contrast
to Plankton's slumped
shoulders. "I just
wanted to show you that
I ca--"

But Plankton's had enough,
his antennae shooting up
in annoyance. "I don't
need a show-and-tell of your
understanding," he snaps.
The words hit Chip like a
wave, knocking him back
into reality. His father's
face is a mask of anger,
his eye a storm of emotions
he can't quite read.

Chip feels small, his own
curiosity a betrayal. He's
always looked up to Plankton,
his hero, his teacher, his
world. But now, he sees a
different side to him, a
side that's fragile and in pain.
The room seems to shrink,
the walls closing in on
his guilt.

Plankton's back is a wall
of anger and hurt, his
antennas drooping with the
weight of his own words.
"I'm sorry," Chip whispers,
his voice a soft ripple of
remorse. "I didn't mean to-"

But Plankton is lost in his
own thoughts, his mind racing
with the sting of Chip's
naive curiosity. The way his
son had talked about his
sensory box, as if it were
a childish toy, had made him
feel like a specimen, a
curiosity to be studied.

He sighs, his antennae
drooping lower. He knows
Chip didn't mean it, but the
hurt lingers. He turns
his head, his eye meeting
Chip's tear-filled gaze.
"I know you didn't mean to,"
he says. "But you have to
understand, it's not just a box.
It's a lifeline."

Chip nods, his eyes
never leaving Plankton's.
"I do," he whispers. "I just
wanted to be part of it,
to he-"

But Plankton's not
ready to hear it. "You can't,"
he says, his voice a gentle
wave of finality. "You can't be
part of something you don't
understand." His antennae
twitch with frustration.
"I'm not a science experiment
for my son to poke and prod.
I'm not a baby," Plankton says,
his voice a gentle rebuke.
"My sensory needs are not
a game." His antennae are still,
his body a statue of frustration.
"You need to respect that."

Chip feels his heart crack,
his eyes never leaving his
father's face. "I do," he whispers,
his voice a soft ripple of
sincerity. "I just di-"

But Plankton's antennae twitch,
his patience worn thin. "No,
you don't," he says, his voice
sharp as a tack. "You see me
as something to be fixed,
not understood." His eye
closed, his breathing shallow.

Chip feels his cheeks
heat with shame. He'd never
seen his father so upset.
He's always been the strong
one, the one who had all
the answers. But now, he's just
a kid who's hurt his dad.

"Dad, I'm sorry," he says, his
voice a whisper of regret.
"I didn't mean to make yo-"

But Plankton's antennae
wave away his words. "You
don't get it," he murmurs,
his voice a gentle reprimand. "Every
time you treat me like I'm a
child, it's like you're telling
me I'm not good enough." His eye
shimmers with unshed tears. "So, no
more 'good jobs' and no more
'you're special'. I don't want
your pity, Chip. So either you can
learn to understand me, or you
can leave me alone. Because
right now, your 'help' is just making
things worse."

Chip's eyes widen with
surprise and pain, the words
cutting deeper than any knife.
He's never seen his father
so vulnerable, so raw. The
realization hits him like a
wave: his curiosity had hurt
Plankton more than he'd ever
imagined. He'd unintentionally
stripped away the dignity
his father had fought so
hard to maintain.

new chip in my box chip plankton ii xii

A PLANKTON FAMILY STORY xii
(By NeuroFabulous)

They walked back to 
the car. Chip felt a
weight lifted from his 
chest. Plankton sat in
the backseat by Chip as
Karen drives.

The car ride home was
quiet, but it wasn't the
uncomfortable silence that
usually filled the space.
Chip could feel the tension
easing as they drove away
from the beach. Plankton's
antennas were relaxed.

As the car hummed along,
Plankton's eye began to droop,
his head lolling to the side.
He was falling asleep, his
antennas finally at rest.

Chip felt his dad's weight
shift, his body leaning into
his own. He glanced over.
Plankton had fallen asleep 
on his shoulder, soft snores 
escaping Plankton's slightly
open mouth.

Karen glanced in the rearview
mirror at them.

The sight of Plankton's antennas
still, his body relaxed against
Chip, filled her with hope.
Maybe today was a step in
the right direction.

Chip felt Plankton's warmth,
his snores steady and comforting.
He shifted slightly, trying not to disturb
his dad's slumber. His own
thoughts were anything but calm.
He was eager to learn more about
his father's condition, to find ways
to bridge the gap that had formed
between them.

Karen's eyes met his in the
rearview mirror, her expression a
mixture of pride and concern.
Her voice was a gentle hum as
she said, "You're doing great, Chip."
It was all the encouragement he
needed to hold his position,
his mind racing with questions.

The car's soft purr lulled Plankton
deeper into sleep, his antennas
twitching every now and then,
as if dreaming of a world
where the waves were made of quiet.
Chip felt a strange kinship in this
moment, his curiosity about
his father's autism growing with every
molecule of the salty air that filled
his lungs.

He studied the contours of
Plankton's face, the way his antennas
danced with the gentle sway of the car.
It was a side of his father he had
rarely seen—vulnerable, peaceful,
his usual armor of sharp words
and defensive sarcasm stripped away.

Carefully, Chip adjusted his
posture, his muscles protesting
the stillness. His hand hovered
over his dad's shoulder, unsure if
his touch would be a comfort or an
intrusion.

Plankton's antennas twitched in his sleep,
his snores a gentle rumble. Chip took
a deep breath and gently placed his
hand on Plankton's shoulder, feeling the
warmth of his skin beneath his palm.
He felt a strange sense of peace
spread through him as he held his father
up, supporting his sleeping form.

The car hit a small bump, and Plankton's
head lolled to the side, his antennas
flailing slightly. Chip's heart
skipped a beat, afraid he had
disturbed him. But Plankton remained
asleep, his breathing unchanged.

He gently adjusted Plankton's
weight, trying to find a more
comfortable position that wouldn't
wake him.

The soft snores grew quieter
as Chip carefully moved his arm,
supporting his father's body with
his hand. Plankton's antennas
twitched slightly, but he remained
asleep. Chip held his breath, his heart
racing as he adjusted Plankton's weight.

Karen's eyes flickered to the
rearview mirror, her gaze
meeting Chip's. She offered a
supportive smile.

"He's okay," she said softly.
"You're doing well."

Chip nodded, his eyes never
leaving Plankton's peaceful form.
He felt a strange mix of emotions—
relief that his father was at ease,
but also anxiety about the
fragility of the moment. What if he
moved wrong and Plankton woke up
upset? What if he didn't move enough
and Plankton's shoulder grew sore?

Karen's voice was a gentle
reminder in the quiet car. "You're doing
the right thing," she said, her eyes
still on the road ahead. "Just keep
being there for him. He must be tired
after today."

Chip nodded, his gaze never
leaving Plankton's sleeping form.
He felt the warmth of his dad's
body against his own, the soft
snores a comfort.

As they pulled into the
garage, the car's engine 
purred to a stop. Chip held 
his breath as his dad's antennas
twitched, but Plankton remained
asleep. Chip turned to Karen, his
expression a silent question.

Karen nodded. "Let's get him
inside," she murmured.

They carefully unbuckled
Plankton's seatbelt, his body
still heavy with sleep. Chip slid
his arm around his dad's waist. Karen
opened the door, holding it wide.

Together, they moved in
a silent dance, lifting Plankton from
his seat and guiding him out of
the car. His antennas remained
still, his body loose and relaxed
against Chip's side as Karen put
her hands under Plankton's armpits
aiding in the gentle transfer. Plankton's
head lolled back onto Chip's shoulder,
his snores a soft counterpoint
to the mechanical sounds of the garage
door closing. They both lifted Plankton
up by holding his arms, moving slowly
and carefully as not to disturb
his sleep.

The house was cool and dimly lit,
designed to be a haven for Plankton.
They maneuvered him through the door,
his bare feet dragging slightly.

As they approached the couch,
Chip's heart pounded in his chest.
They had to be so careful not to
disturb his father's rest.

They lowered Plankton's body
slowly, inch by inch, until he
was lying down. His antennas
twitched, but he remained asleep,
his chest rising and falling in a steady
rhythm. Chip's arm was a cradle,
supporting his father's head as they
eased him onto the soft cushions.

new a plankton family story NeuroFabulous xii

PLUSH ONE xii
(By NeuroFabulous)

He stumbles backward, his
body a maelstrom of anger
and confusion. "MINE!" he
shouts again, his voice
cracking with fear.

Karen's eyes never leave
his, her own fear a mirror
to his distress. "Plankton,"
she whispers, her voice a
soothing lullaby. "Ca--"

But her words are lost
in the tempest of his rage.
He lunges at her, the
plushie a weapon in his
tiny hands. Karen's instincts
kick in, and she blocks the
swing.

"PLANKTON, STOP!" she shouts,
her voice a commanding
wave in the storm. But he's
beyond reason, his autism
a prison that locks him away.

The plushie, once a source
of comfort, is now a weapon
of destruction. He swings it
wildly, the fabric tearing
under his frenzied grip.

Karen dodges the flailing toy, her eyes
never leaving his. "PLANKTON,
PLEASE!" she shouts, her voice
a desperate plea in the cacophony
of his anger. But the tempest
in his eye shows no sign
of abating.

With each swing of the
plushie, Karen feels the
weight of their shattered
world. Her hand snatches
the plushie from his grip,
her movements swift and firm.
He tries to grab it back, his
body a wild flurry of limbs.

"PLANKTON, NO!" she shouts,
her voice a thunderclap.
The room seems to hold
its breath, the only sounds
the echoes of their struggle.
But Plankton's autism doesn't
hear her words, doesn't feel
the desperation in her touch.

He wriggles in her grasp,
his antennae snapping like
whips of fear. The plushie
hangs limp in her hand,
its stuffing spilling out.

"PLANKTON, STOP!" Karen's
voice echoes in the room, a
desperate cry to the storm
that's taken him. But his
autism doesn't listen.
It's a beast that consumes
his every thought, leaving
no room for the man she
knows, the man she loves.

He flails and shrieks,
his eye wild with panic.
Karen's grip tightens, her
hands firm but gentle, her
heart breaking with each
tiny, futile struggle. She
must find a way to
soothe his fear, to quiet
the storm in his mind.

His antennae snap
at the air, his body
a blur of frantic motion.
"PLANKTON, STOP!" she shouts,
but the words are lost in
his autistic rage. She
holds him at arm's length,
his tiny fists clenched
around the ruined plushie.

Karen's mind is a
frenzied symphony, her
mind racing for a way
to soothe his distress.
With trembling hands, she
cups his face, her thumbs
pressing gently on his cheeks.
"Look at me—"

But Plankton's autism
interprets her touch as an
assault, his body a live wire
of fear. He bites down on the
plushie, his eye wide with
terror. 

With a tremble, she releases
his face. Then Hanna jumps
in, unable to stand and watch
any longer.

"PLANKTON!" Hanna shouts,
as she pins him to the
wall, her hands too strong
for his tiny frame. "WILL YOU
DO US A FAVOR AND JUST
GET OUT OF OUR LIVES?"
Hanna yells as she heaves him
out of the bedroom, slamming
the door closed on him.

On the other side of the door
Plankton's antennae droop.
But Plankton is eerily quiet
on the other side.
Hanna holds the door shut
despite the silence. Karen
was surprised, as she expected
him to knock hard on the door.

new plush one hannacore xii

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!deretsiger ytitnE
%001 ...noitalumis morf atad gnitropmI

 .esu ot "msirp ehT" ytitne rof nosrep etanretla a dnuof !deeccus 402 noitalumitS

404 :edoc rorrE .dnuof ton atad ytitne "msirp ehT" :derrucco rorre nA

.siht fo esuaceb tuo dessap uoy .niarb ruoy otni dedoolf .seiromem s'elpoep lla eht s'taht ,gnihsalf seiromem fo sdnasuoht was uoy ,etihw roloc eht ylno ,enog gnihtyreve "HHHHHHHHHHA"

 .murdrae ruoy ekorb ,ylduol maercs eh "OOOON ...oN" ,dehcuorc eh "?ti togrof uoy ,gnidave ,gnidnefed ,gnikcatta ta esrow uoy ekam lliw ti ,thgif a ta doog t'nsi gnigar ,leW"

"?TIH TON TI S'WOH" .kcatta yreve dedave uoy ,ylevissergga gnikcatta detrats eh "!UOY LLIK ANNOG M'I YTRID EM EDAM UOY HHA" dam ylemertxe ,niaga dekcohs eh ".eniru ym s'ti ,nemes ton s'taht"

"...em llik ot hguone t'nsi tohs ykaens a ...ah" .ydob sih no yltcerid tih ti ,dekcohs .mih ot resal lufrewop a toohs ykaens uoy "!uoy yortsed ll'I ...haN" .dias ylduorp eh ".eno tsrif eht er'uoy ,em tih yllautca nac eno on emit taht ni kcab ,yllautca doog ytterp er'uoy ,llew ?huh detnioppasid gnileef"

.dnats ot elggurts uoy edam taht evawkcohs a desaeler eh "!tohs daeh fo eid t'ndluow i ,dab ooT ahaH" .daeh sih no yltcerid tih dna ,drows sih hguorht toohs resal edam-nemes ruoy "?...woH"

.drows latsyrc eht htiw dekcolb teg tub ,ssim t'ndid ti emit siht ,yletarucca erom ti mia detrats uoy ,gnigar uoy edam drow siht "?ti t'nsi kcus mia ruoY" .dessim tub ,nemes ruoy htiw tuo edam resal gnorts ylemertxe a toohs uoy

"!!uoy yortsed yletulosba lliw I" .sinep ruoy morf tellub edam-nemes gnitoohs detrats dna ,ti dedave uoy ".eid" .uoy dniheb detropelet dna ,laed uoy kcatta eht gnitcelfer ot detrats eh .tnemom siht ta drah-artlu tlef uoy os niw ot deen uoy wonk niarb ruoy ,thgif eht fo esuaceb ebyam ,sinep denedrah ylemertxe ruoy gnigniws dna meht ot sdrawot dehsur uoy

.dias uoy "!ecitsuj laer eht rof og lliw i" .gnilbmert tib elttil a era uoy ,latsyrc citamsirp htiw drows a mrof eh ".dnoces a ni esol ll'uoy .neht niw ohw ees s'teL"

 .rewop noitalucaje etinifni ruoy htiw mih thgif ot ydaer ,sinep ruoy dloh yltnedifnoc uoy ".dlrow denosirpmi eht gnieerf rof niw lliw I .thgif s'teL"

".em gnigamad ot trats ydaerla uoy dna uoy no gnihtyna od neve t'ndid I ?huh evissergga oot skool uoY" .ti no noitseuq eht lla uoy derewsna eH ".ti yortsed ot deirt uoy eno taht .msirp eht m'I ?em rebmemer uoy t'nod ,reilrae tem eW"

.deksa ylsuoiruc uoy "?uoy era ohw"

"?ti t'nsi ,rewop eciN" .uoy fo tnorf ni gniklaw gniht gnivom yrrulb a ,ecalp krad ylluf a ni ,pu ekow uoy

 .nosaer wonknu a rof ,yppah os er'uoy ,tnemom siht ta ,gnimaerd saw uoy ekil ,etihw lufruoloc ,etihw lla saw noisiv ruoy ,yllautneve ,rethgirb erom dna erom emoceb msirp eht morf thgil eht .sselesu saw ti tub ,nac uoy sa drah sa gnikcik ,msirp eht gnihcnup ot detrats uoy .dlrow laer eht laever ot ,msirp eht yortsed tsum uoy ,dnim eht ni uoy dlot gniht a

.msirp edisni thgil eht esuaceb ,ssenizzid gnileef ot trats uoy ,noisnemid citamsirp eht edisni yllaretil saw dlrow ruo ,tihsllub lla saw ledom esrevinu eht lla eb ot tuo snrut .dlrow eht fo ytilaer laer eht gniwohs ,ydob elohw ruoy detanimulli thgil citamsirp eht ,msirp lufruoloc eht fo tnorf ni gnidnats erew uoy

.ti deyortsed dna esrevinu eht fo ezis eht dnoyeb nworg ydaerla stnalp ruoy eb ot tuo nrut ,enog gnihtyreve ,ylneddus .sselepoh gnileef "...siht morf eid ll'I ...on" .htrae elohw eht derevoc ydaerla ti dezilaer uoy ,stnalp eht edisni deirub er'uoy ,uoy tpecxe daed enoyreve ,imanust tnalp laet eht htiw tih tog syug uoy ,yllautneve

.noom eht fo flah fo ezis eht tuoba werg ti ,raey eno retfa ,deeps elbanigaminu a htiw gniworg ot detrats esuoh ruoy depacse ti daetsni eid t'ndid ti ti tuc uoy retfa ,stnalp ruoy s'taht dezilaer uoy ,uoy tpecxe ,cinap ot detrats enoyreve ,hcaeb eht no enoyreve ot drawot hsur imanust evissam ylbanigaminu a was dna ,hcaeb a ot tnew uoy ,raey eno retfa

"...won efas m'I ebyam" .siht rof stnalp ruoy tuc dna ,suoregnad oot saw siht dezilaer uoy ,emoh ruoy derevoc ylluf ti litnu ,evissam erom dna erom emoceb ti dna ,yadyreve siht detaeper uoy

.stnalp ruoy gniretaw ot sllab ruoy niard ot detrats uoy ,siht retfa .siht retfa citegrene erom emoceb ti daetsni ,siht morf eid ton did stnalp ruoy ,nosaer wonknu a rof ,worromot

 .siht morf eid ton lliw meht gnipoh ot detrats dna ,esuoh ruoy ni stnalp lla otni deruop uoy ,lufsseccus saw ti

.tceffe nohpis eht gnisu yb esuoh ruoy ni tnalp eht otni ruop ot dediced uoy os ,ti niard tsuj t'nac uoy ,gniriaper saw epip retaw  eht esuaceb .ti htiw od ot tahw kniht trats ,nemes htiw dellif but eht ta gnikool uoy

.doog ton yletinifed "hhhhha ykcits ...hhu" ,ti otni tis dna ,ti dellif uoy tub ,ti no niap gnileef ot trats neve uoy ,but elohw eht llif ot deen uoy nehw doog ytterp ton s'ti ,yletaidemmi ti yrt uoy "?flesym fo nemes eht gnisu yb htab a gnikat fo gnileef eht s'tahW"" gnikniht trats uoy ,taht retfa

.yot xes yllacitamotua ruoy fo esuaceb ,msagro elbappotsnu dna doog ylemertxe decneirepxe uoy ,rewop eht tog uoy retfa pots-non muc nac uoy ecnis ,llew

 ?dlrow eht ot neppah lliw tahw ,pots-non muc nac uoy fi