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Plankton ventured out
of the bedroom to find
Karen and Chip, but also
two guests? He heard
the knock on the door
and came to see, not
yet noticing the heads
shared the same body.
"Hi, Dad!" Chip called
out. "This is JoJo, my
new camp friend!"
Plankton emerged
from the hallway. "I
didn't know we're
having company.."
He saw Chip and...
another child? But
he was coming from
the side, not seeing
that they're one kid.
Plankton approached, his
eye squinting. "Hi," he
managed, his voice a
little unsure. "And, who's
the other one?" He asks,
pointing to the other.
"They're both JoJo,"
Chip clarifies, his voice
filled with excitement.
"Hello!" JoJo says
as they turn to face
Plankton, now in
front of him. He then
sees the one body,
sharing both heads.
Plankton's antennae
twitch in surprise,
his eye wide. "You're
joined," he states, his voice
soft and curious. JoJo nods,
both heads tilting slightly.
"Bicephalous," they explain.
"It's a rare condition. We
aren't twins, yet we share
a body. It's complicated
to explain!" One head
giggles while the other
says, "I'm sure you being
a one header won't know
what it's like to have both
teachers and students see
you as the class weirdo
despite getting good grades.."
Plankton's eye narrows.
"What do you mean?" "I
mean, Chip says you're
so good at science. We
bet the other one headers
loved you for it!" JoJo says.
"We're smart, but some
weren't so accepting and
had to sometimes get taken
out of class just because
of how we're born! But you're
lucky to be admired for your
intelligence without worrying
about bullies.."
Plankton's gaze falters.
Being autistic, he's gone
through the same thing!
Despite being the best
at science, he's been
singled out repeatedly.
He looks at JoJo, his
heart aching. He knows
exactly what it's like to
be seen as different, to
have people whisper about
you, to be misunderstood.
He takes a deep breath,
his antennae drooping.
"Actually," he says, "I've a
neurodisability, making some
stuff easier but others hard."
JoJo's heads lean in,
their curiosity piqued.
"Oh, cool!" one says. "What
kin-"
But Karen cuts
them off. "He's
a bit sensitive
about it, with his
own experiences,"
she explains gently.
JoJo nods. "We all
have things," they say.
Plankton looks at
them, his antennae
twitching in thought.
"Would you like to
play?" Chip asks,
his voice hopeful. JoJo
nods, their heads bobbing.
"Sure, I'd love to,"
they say.
JoJo follows Chip to
his bedroom, leaving
Karen and Plankton
face to face.
Karen looks at him,
concern etched into
every line of her
face. "Are you okay?"
she asks, her voice
gentle. Plankton nods,
his antennae still. "I'm
fine," he says, his voice
quiet. "It's just..." He
pauses, searching for
the right words. "It's just
that JoJo, they're...
different, more than me."
He sighs, looking at
his son's retreating
back. "I know how
it feels to be... less
than, to be seen as a
freak," he whispers. Karen
squeezes his hand. "You're
not a freak, Plankton."
Her voice is firm, her gaze
steady. "You're you.
And you're incredible."
He looks at her, his
eye glistening. "But what if
Chip... what if he
doesn't understand?"
Her grip tightens. "Chip
understands more than you
think. And JoJo, they're
different too, in their
own way. They'll learn
from each other."
Their eyes lock, and
Plankton sees the love
and determination in
Karen's gaze. He nods.
"Okay," he says, his voice
shaky. "Okay."
They walk into
Chip's room, where
the two children are
already engrossed in
a board game, their
heads bent over the
colorful pieces. Plankton
watches them, his antennae
twitching.
The sight of Chip
laughing with JoJo,
his excitement unbridled,
makes him feel a
swell of pride. His
heart aches for the
times he couldn't connect
with others, but here,
his son is, sharing
his world with someone
who's different too.
He watches as Chip
explains the rules of
his favorite game,
his voice earnest and
his eyes shining. JoJo's
heads nod in
understanding, their
smiles matching Chip's.
"Karen," Plankton says
to his wife, "I'm gonna
go to the Krusty Krab
to see what happens."
Karen looks at him,
surprise in her eyes.
"Again? Even aft-"
"Yeah," he cuts her
off. "I need to
understand."
Karen nods. She
knows. "Be safe,"
she whispers,
kissing his cheek.
Plankton nods,
his antennae twitching
slightly. "I will,"
he promises, his voice
determined. He heads
out the door, the
fresh ocean air
whipping around him.
The Krabby Patty
factory looms in the
distance, its lights
always on. He's been here
before, but today is
different. He's going
alone, not as a thief,
but as himself.
He opens the door,
his heart racing.
Krabs looks up, his
eyes widening. "What
do you want?" he said.
Plankton's antennae twitch.
"To talk," he says,
his voice steady. Krabs
frowns, but nods, gesturing
to the counter. Plankton
slides onto the stool, his
body tense.
"What about?" Krabs
asks, although he's
figured out exactly
why Plankton came.
Plankton takes a deep
breath. "I wanted to...
talk about what happeâ"
Krabs interrupts, his
claws tapping on the
countertop. "You mean the
other day?" His eyes
narrow slightly. "Why? I
kicked out that ableist!"
Plankton nods. "I know.
Thank you for that." His
voice is sincere. "But I
wanted to talk about..."
He pauses, gathering his
thoughts. "About me,"
he finally says. "What your
knowledge of my autism
means for us.."
Krabs' claws still, his
expression unreadable.
"Look, Plankton," he says,
his voice gruff. "I dunno
much about all that brain-
stuff. But if it's important
to you, I'll try." This is
his chance to bridge
the gap, to explain
his world to someone
who's never truly
understood.
Plankton's antennae quiver.
"It's just," he starts, his
voice shaky. "When you
see me, do you see me?"
He looks into Krabs' eyes,
his own filled with hope
and fear. "Or do you now
see autism?"
Krabs' face softens, his
claws still. He considers
the question. "I see you,"
he says, his voice firm. "And
yes, I see the autism. But
it's not all of you. Which is
why I'll still keep me eyes
peeled for any shenanigans!"
A small smile plays
on his lips, hinting at his
understanding.
Plankton's antennae
quiver. "But it's a part of me,"
he says. "A big part."
Krabs nods. "Aye, it is,"
he says. "And it's why I'm
tryin' to be more...
understandin'." He pauses,
his eyes searching Plankton's.
"I don't always get it, but
I'll try. But still, hands off me
secret recipes as always, yeah?"
Plankton can't help but
laugh a little, his antennae
lifting slightly. "Always,"
he promises. "Still, can't
say I won't try!" Krabs'
smile widens. "Aye, get
on outta here before you do!"
He waves Plankton off, both
their hearts lighter.
The conversation lingers
in Plankton's mind as he
walks back home. The
Krusty Krab no longer feels
like enemy territory. It's
still competitive, but now
it's tinged with a new
dynamic. One of... camaraderie?
Or at least mutual
understanding.
JoJo is just leaving as
Plankton returns back.
"It was great meeting
you, Mr. Plankton!" JoJo
says, their heads
nodding in unison.
Plankton's always felt
so isolated in his
differences, and now he
sees that Chip is forming
bonds with someone who's
even more unique. "You too."
Plankton replies.