Yall are forgetting that Ocavia is literally 16 and Loona is 22. Their ship is literally pedophilia :/

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TO SEE OR NOT TO SEE (by NeuroFabulous) 𓇼 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑 🕊️🩰🐚 Pt. 13 "Okay," Plankton murmured, his antennae drooping. "Step by step." Karen nodded, her grip on his hand tight. "We'll get through this." Penny nods. "We've various ways to administer the local anesthetic," she says, her voice soothing. "Which one do you prefer?" Plankton's stims decrease slightly, his eye blinking rapidly as he considers. "The gel," he murmurs. She nods. "Okay. So after the gel, we'll give it a few minutes to work, and then we'll start the extraction process. So for that, we'll have you leave your mouth open as we get a tool used to cut the g-" He jerks back. "No," he says, his antennae quivering. "No cutting. No poking. No tools." His voice is desperate, his eye wide with fear. Karen's eyes searched Dr. Coral's, silently pleading for understanding. She knew his sensitivity to pain was exacerbated by his autism. "Is there another way?" she asks, her voice even. Dr. Coral nodded. "We can consider IV sedation," she said. "It's something we offer to patients with severe anxiety or sensory issues. But I think general anesthesia's our best bet. It's like laughing gas, nitrous oxide yet it'll simply keep him asleep during the whole procedure." Karen felt a weight lift from her shoulders. "Okay," she said. "We can do that." Dr. Coral nodded. "Good. We'll schedule you for general anesthesia. It'll be easier on everyone. Tomorrow morning works for you?" Karen nodded. "Yes, we'll make it here, bright and early." The drive home was silent, the tension in the car thick as the kelp outside. Plankton was curled in his seat, his body tight with residual fear. Chip's mind raced, trying to process everything that had happened. His dad, so strong and sure, had crumpled before his eyes like a discarded piece of paper. Once home, Karen helped Plankton to the couch. Chip hovered nearby, his eyes darting between his parents, unsure of what to do. "Why don't you go play in your room," Karen suggested, her voice gentle. "Let me take care of your dad." He nodded, retreating to his room with a heavy heart. The silence in the house was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos of the dentist's office. Karen helped Plankton pick out a blanket and a stuffed animal, comfort items, for the oral surgery tomorrow. Plankton's stims were more pronounced as he tried to process the information. "It'll be okay," she whispered. He nodded, his antennae still twitching. "We'll be there with you," she assured him. "Every step of the way." Early the next day Karen got up so she could take Plankton back for his wisdom teeth removal procedure. He was already awake, his antennae twitching with nervous energy. Chip also will go with them. Plankton sat up front with his blanket and plush. Karen squeezed his hand. "Remember, sweetie, it's going to be okay." He nodded, his antennae drooping slightly as he turned to look out the window. Chip sat in the back, his eyes glued to his father's reflection. They arrived at the dental clinic, and the receptionist looked up, her smile faltering slightly at the sight of Plankton's agitation. "Dr. Coral is almost ready, so have a seat in the waiting area." As they all sat, Plankton started rocking back and forth, his stims increasing with each moment that ticked by. "Hnnn," Plankton hums. Karen's eyes searched the room for anything that might help calm him, but the bright lights and the cacophony of sounds only seemed to exacerbate his discomfort. The fish flipping through magazines, the TV playing a children's show, the distant whine of a drill from a different room—each element a potential minefield for his sensitive senses. Chip watched his dad, his throat tight with anxiety. He'd never seen him like this, so vulnerable and frightened. Karen reached over and placed a tentative hand on Plankton's shoulder. "It's okay," she whispered, but Plankton flinched away, his antennae quivering. Karen understood. Plankton's in need of his space, and she wouldn't push him. She knew today's particularly overwhelming. Dr. Coral called them back, and Plankton's body stiffened. Karen stood up, her arm around his waist, guiding him toward the open door. "Let's go, sweetie," she murmured. "It's time. Chip will stay here in the waiting room, okay?" The surgery room was a stark contrast to the waiting area. The lights were dimmer, the sounds softer. The smell of antiseptic was faint, but it was enough to make Plankton's antennae twitch with anxiety. Karen noticed and whispered, "You can keep your plushie with you." He nodded, his grip on the stuffed animal tight. They approached the exam chair, and he allowed Karen to help him climb up. The nurse, a kind octopus named Octavia, smiled. "Hi! I'll make sure you're comfy and snoozing while Dr. Coral takes out the wisdom teeth. She told me about your needs and we've the gas, okay? And Karen will stay with you the whole time." Plankton's antennae stopped twitching momentarily, his eye blinking rapidly as he tried to process her words. "You'll stay?" he asked, his voice small, hopeful. Karen nodded. "I'll be here." He held out his hand for her to hold and she took it. The stuffed plush was in his other arm. The nurse, Octavia, prepared a mouth prop. "This is going to help keep your mouth open comfortably," she explained, her voice gentle. "It's soft, and it won't pinch." Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye narrowing. It looked like a pair of plastic salad tongs. He opened his mouth and allowed her to place it gently. Dr. Coral entered, her smile reassuring. "Ready?" she asked. Plankton nodded, his antennae still. Karen took his hand, squeezing it tight.

TO SEE OR NOT TO SEE (by NeuroFabulous) 𓇼 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑 🕊️🩰🐚 Pt. 15 As the anesthesia began to wear off, Plankton's snores grew quieter. His antennae twitched slightly, a sign that he was coming back to consciousness. Karen was there, her hand still in his, ready to face whatever the waking world brought with him. His eyelid fluttered open, his pupil dilated and unfocused. "Mmph," he mumbled, his mouth filled with gauze. Karen's heart jumped. She leaned in closer, her voice soft. "Hey, Plankton, you're okay. You're back!" Plankton looked at her, his antennae twitching. "Wha...?" he mumbled, his speech slurred from the anesthesia. He tried to sit up, but the nurse, Octavia, gently pushed his shoulders back down. "Easy, Mr. Plankton," she said. "Take i---" "Wha... Whath...?" Plankton interrupts. Karen leaned closer. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out," she explained gently. "You're going to be a bit sleepy and your mouth is going to feel funny." Plankton's antennae twitched as he took in her words. "Teef?" he slurred, his voice higher than usual. "Owies?" Karen nodded, her smile soft. "Yes, but you're all done now." She gently stroked his cheek. "You were so brave." Plankton's antennae twitched as he tried to comprehend. The world was a blur, his mouth still numb and filled with cottony gauze. "Windom teef?" he mumbled. Karen's eyes filled with compassion as she nodded. "Yes, sweetie, they took them out to make sure you don't hurt." She held up his plushie, now wet from the drool. "Remember your friend here?" Plankton blinked, his eye focusing on the plushie. He nodded slightly, his antennae slowing their twitching. "Fwens," he murmured, his voice faint. Karen pressed the stuffed animal to his chest. "You did so good," she whispered. "Now, let's get you home so you can rest." Chip stepped forward, his own anxiety easing slightly at the sight of his dad's confusion. He reached for the plushie. "Da-" But Plankton's eye widened. "No!" he protested, his voice slurred. "Ith’s mime!" Karen's eyes met Chip's. "Let him have it," she whispered. "It's a comfort object." Chip nodded, stepping back. The nurse, Octavia, smiled gently. "Okay, Mr. Plankton, let's get you sitting up now." Plankton's antennae twitched as he complied, his movements slow and clumsy. Chip couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy at the sight of his dad so out of sorts. Karen helped him into a sitting position, his eye still unfocused. "Whewe am I again?" he asked, his voice small and lost. "You're at the dentist," Karen said, her voice soothing. "Remember the surgery?" Plankton blinked, his memory foggy. "Teethies?" He looked around the room, his antennae quivering. "Ith wath scawy," he said, his voice trembling. "Buth now it'th aww done?" Karen nodded, her smile reassuring. "Yes, sweetie, it's all done. You're okay." Chip watched, his heart swelling with emotion. His dad's confused speech from his numb mouth was a stark reminder of his vulnerability. "Buth I don't feew ith," Plankton said, his antennae drooping. "Mowf, funny." Karen nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "It's because the doctor had to make your mouth sleepy," she explained. "But we'll get you home, and you can take more naps to feel better." Chip watched his dad, his heart aching. The brave front Plankton had put on was gone, replaced by childlike bewilderment from the lingering anesthesia. "C-can go hone now?" Plankton mumbled, his voice still thick and slurred. Karen nodded, her eyes filled with pity. "Yes, we're going home right now." She turned to Octavia. "Can we go?" The nurse nodded. As they helped Plankton into the car, his movements were still clumsy, his coordination off from the anesthesia. He leaned heavily on Karen, his antennae drooping. "Thath way," he murmured, his eye pointing in the general direction of the car. Chip stepped aside, his heart heavy as he watched his dad's unsteady gait. Once inside, Karen buckled him in and put his blanket over. "Here you go," she said, her voice soothing. "Everything's going to be okay." Falling asleep as Karen drove, Plankton's head lolled to the side, his mouth open, drool pooling in the corner. His snores were low and rhythmic, his antennae still, and his mouth was slack. Karen giggled. "Plankton how you doing?" He stirred, antennae twitching slightly. "Mmf," he murmured. "Tham." Karen's eyes filled with love. "We're almost home," she said. "Just a little longer." Plankton nodded, his antennae still droopy. "Karen I'm tiwweeddd!" Karen couldn't help but laugh, her heart warming at his slurred speech. "Whewe's Chip?" he asked suddenly, his voice groggy. Karen looked in the rearview mirror. "He's right here, behind us," she assured him. "Keeping an eye on you." Chip felt his cheeks warm with the attention. Plankton's confusion was so innocent, like a child's, it was hard not to be drawn in by it. He leaned forward. "Hi, Dad," he said gently. Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye searching the backseat. "Chip?" Chip nodded, trying to smile. "I'm here, Dad." Plankton's gaze was glassy, his voice slurred. "You...shay?" "Yes, Dad," Chip said. "I'm right here."