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fishingformoncy‌:

               $  There it was! That beautiful, heart-warming smile! It was difficult to get one out of the little guy, especially when upset or irritated at something. And upon losing one of his most prized possessions, he hadn’t seen the cyclops smile in only Neptune knows how long! He wonders if someday, maybe in the far, far future when he has a job of his own and can make tons of dough, he can get one that won’t combust! After all, the one at school was probably faulty; having been used by a hundred thousand other students and with chemical concoctions no where near the perfection that his buddy makes, would certainly wear down its shelf life. But one that was scientist grade? And can last a million explosions?! 

               $  Then again, the one he bought was simply meant for children. Stomach churned in worry for a moment. What if it only took a few wrong mixtures to make the plastic melt and make a horrible mess? What if this was an entire few dollars wasted in the trashbin? Or what if it turns out to be quite useless compared to the others he’s had in the past? Claw tips tap together at these doubtful thoughts. A nervous chuckle. Hopefully he didn’t just make a grave mistake and make the situation twenty times worse.

               $  Best to not dwell too much on it, though. Rather than making the copepod feel worse than he did, he would rather keep that frown upside down. The happier he is, the better they would be. It made the crustacean feel happy that Plankton was happy. And in the long run, it was considerably and overwhelmingly better to let the moment run its course. It was worth it, if only to see his best friend forever lighten up and enjoy the day again. 

               $  Together, at that.

               $  “  —  Hey, maybe we can go to my house?  “   eyes glance down toward his green buddy. Smile, though disappeared, turns into concern for a moment. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty hungry. And thirsty.   “  I made some escargo that me mom and me hunted the other day. That needs ate before it goes bad. And maybe ye can make somethin’ for us to drink? We haven’t paid the water bill yet so, we’re really thirsty and… kinda stinky.  “

[Krabs’ house ( or rather, trailer )? That would suffice as a makeshift laboratory for now, so long as he didn’t practice any of his potentially explosive mixtures. Frankly, considering that his current set was intended for children ( judging by the packaging, which he had been staring at for the past few minutes ), experimental chemical weapons wouldn’t be an option...not if he wanted this kit to last, and he absolutely did, not only for fun, but for its sentimental value. He wasn’t typically a mushy person, but this was a heartfelt gift that really touched him -- this time around, if he managed to blow it up or otherwise shatter it, his resultant breakdown would be far more catastrophic.]

[Much like his best friend, however, Plankton didn’t dwell on that -- instead, he concentrated on Krabs’ follow-up proposition. Antennae perked up at the mention of “escargot,” along with the brief note that he and his mother had hunted it -- was their situation so dire that they couldn’t afford proper meals anymore? He didn’t want to expend a single thought on the origins of the poor snail who’d wound up as a meal, otherwise he wouldn’t enjoy it ( even though the Krabs family’s cooking was simply sublime ). Concerns intensified when the crustacean added that they didn’t even have water to drink, let alone bathe themselves with -- yikes.]

[Given his age, he still had a difficult time comprehending the true worth of money; he saw his parents spending it, and didn’t give it much thought. Seeing Krabs’ situation, however, hearing that his mother could no longer afford to purchase proper meals...it was depressing, and were it possible, he would offer to do something. Of course, this particular situation did give him an opportunity to provide assistance...in his own special way, via his field of expertise. He simply adored when his passions came in handy, like now.]

-- ❝ Sounds good to me, Eugene. ❞ [For now, he’d refrain from commenting on the situation as a whole, smile still lurking on his lips. After all, he was resolved to aid his chum -- and why stop there? If Krabs so desired, he could make fancier beverages than simple drinking water; sugary ones, from lemonade to drinks resembling the fountain drinks served at Stinky’s. Simple recipes, but scientific and technically chemistry-based nonetheless. They ought to have the ingredients around the house, and he’d be able to grab them effortlessly.] ❝ Say, if you want, I could easily make you something tastier than plain old water. Just name it! ❞

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fishingformoncy‌:

               $  Hmm, quite a hard excuse to rebuttal. Even Eugene himself had some old habits that had difficult times being broken. Though most were small things, like having accidents in bed, or being a little too grumbly when it came to financial exchange – there was one habit that even after the navy was troublesome and still a challenge to hinder: thievery. Shoplifting isn’t as bad anymore; the crustacean had primarily gotten over those days. Though every now and again the temptation would arise, and some food or a couple of pieces of clothing would come up missing on the store’s stock. But thieving? If even a penny is missing from the monthly profit checks, some poor and innocent soul’s pocket is going to be horribly burned out. And fast.

               $  Finally, the cheapskate lightened up. Though not entirely sold on the whole scheme ( this isn’t the first time the minuscule rival had done something like this. at least once, and there’s always their post-good day hatred to keep that heart in a constant emotional loop ) ,  it definitely isn’t as conspicuous as it was originally. At least, not to the crab. Brows softened their stare, and mouth’s gawk reduced tenfold. Though expression of disbelief was on his face, he was admittedly, somewhat more open to this. He supposed he should just be careful from now and on. Tred with caution, and keep egging him to see if he’d snap.

               $  Though, since the other was fighting logic with logic, it was just as hard to not respond with some sort of intimacy. Trust was far from earned, yet there was a slight interest. No Krabby Patty? That was even harder to accept. He knew that was a lie, even if he was trying to change. He knew his old bestie would die for a taste of his food. He remembers clearly the weekends where the cyclops would spend his nights at his old trailer. Breakfast and supper were his favorite parts of the day, no matter what they did prior or any plans after.

               $  A scoff from underneath his breath. Lungs chortle with a harsh exhale. It seemed exaggerated to an extent, yet in reality it was the farthest from. Especially with the claw that lifted and gestured outward. There was so much confusion now. What was really going on here? Why didn’t he just call him or write him? Plankton was never one to quite understand what to do in public circumstances.

               $  “  —  Well, yer right about that.   …Unfortunately.  “   the same gesturing claw inches itself toward the triangular body of his. It taps against the back of his neck before rubbing it up and down gently.   “  Then what didya wanna talk about, Plankton? It’s gotta be pretty darn good; ya never come over here, let alone to talk about somethin’.  “

[Relief washed over the microscopic organism when the crustacean didn’t prod any further about the near-constant surveillance; thankfully, “habit” had sufficed as an excuse in his eyes, despite its shakiness...he was starting to gain steady ground, in terms of earning Krabs’ trust. What a pleasant feeling, to see a scheme of his inching toward success -- granted, many of his plots followed that same path, but few ( if any ) marched onward to actual triumph. This time around, however, his plot felt solid; as though it would grant him the results he so desired, and frankly, deserved. He would earn that blasted recipe by the time his convoluted scheme had concluded!]

[Accompanied by his own repose was the crustacean's ease, signaled by him softening his expression and his agape jaw reducing itself. There remained hints of his cynicism, trace amounts of his disbelief, but those would linger for a while; Plankton was cognizant of the fact that those misgivings wouldn’t simply fade after his insistence that he’d changed, no matter how repetitive. He’d need to prove it, time and again, and earn his trust ( and friendship ) on top of all that -- a revolting concept, but one necessary for his ultimate scheme. Ah, the torture and misery he was willing to inflict upon himself for the sake of this confounded formula...]

[Nevertheless, he certainly recognized that scoff, the mark of a skeptical crustacean; of course Krabs would sneer at the very possibility that Plankton would find himself able to reject a Krabby Patty, and truth be told, he had every reason to. There was no denying that he would’ve loved a sample -- he would’ve done anything for that formula, and had proven that over and over again with his plethora of plots, all of which had proven to be catastrophic failures. However, accepting that offer would render this entire endeavor pointless; after coming this far, he refused to fall for it.]

[A miniature smirk formed on his features when the crustacean admitted that he had a point, though it evaporated as quickly as it came into existence when Krabs inquired about what compelled him to speak with him in person. That was a rarity, and this was indeed a task that could be accomplished over the phone, but he didn’t think the crab would give him any credence if he utilized that method. Eyes averted the crustacean’s piercing gaze, humiliated by what he was about to admit; again, he’d painstakingly prepared himself for this portion of his plot, but it didn’t make it any easier to spew out the sentimental drivel that he needed to.]

-- ❝ You’ll make me spit it out again? I thought I told you -- I...I came here to talk to you about... ❞ [Enough with the hesitation! Krabs wouldn’t believe him if he kept that up, would he? Then again, he’d be dubious ( and shell-shocked, pun intended ) no matter what Plankton did.] ❝ Well, I wanted to...make things right between us again. Since I’m not going after the formula anymore, it -- it can’t come between us anymore, and...there’s not really much reason for us to fight. I...hate to admit these things, Eugene, but...I, uh...missed you. ❞

[Those last two words were mumbled under his breath, almost begrudgingly, with the utmost reluctance. What putrid sappiness! It made him sick to his stomach -- but he’d persevered, and that was all that mattered now. Hopefully the damned crustacean wouldn’t put him through that endurance test again.]

[youwillobcy]

$$$  T H R E E S .

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MUSE :   SHELDON J. PLANKTON.

$ 𝟑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

Plankton is a brilliant scientist; his prowess in the field is likely only rivaled by Sandy’s, and even then, they’re evenly matched. His specialties lie in chemistry, computer programming, and engineering. Truth be told, if he started selling off his inventions, he might actually stand on his own feet as a business competitor against Krabs -- too bad he’s so stubborn, and that starting up a restaurant has been a consistent dream of theirs since the two of them were children.

Speaking of, his determination is perhaps his biggest strength, depending on your perspective; twelve seasons of the show have passed, and Plankton has yet to completely lose hope on his goals of stealing the Krabby Patty secret formula. There’s an argument to be made that after a certain point, his resolution becomes a flaw, however.

Resilience; not quite the same as determination, since this is more his ability to be squished and stomped on over and over and get right back up. Given that he is a microscopic organism, he’s glossed over constantly, often intentionally by his arch-nemesis -- but he can always stand back up at the end of the day, and is resourceful enough to patch himself up.

$ 𝟑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

Stubbornness; as previously mentioned, this goes hand-in-hand with his determination. It’s stubbornness that’s pushed him to pursue the recipe for decades, with a one-track-mind that hasn’t allowed him to focus on anything else. This flaw ruined his relationship with Krabs in their childhood, even starting their bitter rivalry and fanning the flames for years. 

Expressing his feelings ( the sweet ones, anyway; kindness in general is another weakness of his ). A simple flaw, but an intense one nonetheless; he’s not the type to want to convey sentimental emotions anyway, but when he does ( usually for some sort of scheme ), it’s unbelievably difficult. He has a difficult time tapping into his softer side, finding it absolutely humiliating and degrading to ever unleash it to anybody around him, and avoids it at all costs. The only exception is with his wife, Karen, and even then -- that’s rather rare. They share their “I love you”s and their pet names in private, of course, but that isn’t too often.

His stature; because Plankton is a microscopic organism, he finds himself needing to shout and use megaphones to get other fish folk to even hear him. In addition, as previously mentioned, he’s so frequently overlooked that they stomp all over him ( usually without realizing it ) -- he leads a miserable existence. However, it all feeds the evil, so it’s not too bad.

$ 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒.

Plankton does care about Krabs. Deep, deep down, buried in his subconscious, is a desire to rekindle their friendship. However, he’s unbearably tenacious -- he’d rather die than admit that he wanted to befriend the crustacean again if he ever realized that, unless he’s completely given up on the Krabby Patty secret formula. He also considers SpongeBob a friend, on that same subconscious level, even after betraying him in F.U.N.

In high school, he secretly helped Krabs out from behind the scenes. After their argument years before, Plankton had assumed that Krabs would be living life in luxury by then, but he wasn’t -- he was still bullied, still in ragged clothing ( not the sewn-together washcloths anymore, but not much better ), still miserable now that the excitement of the Krabby Patty had worn off on the public. So, figuring he needed some form of support, Plankton stealthily provided it from the background, getting revenge on bullies at the end of the day. His biggest secret from back in those days is that he planned on talking to Krabs again, on trying to patch things up between them -- however, the day he planned on doing so was the day Krabs was enlisted in the Navy.

Technically, for a while, his past with Krabs was a well-kept secret from most of Bikini Bottom. He doesn’t like discussing it these days, since he considers it a weaker point in his life, and he hates reflecting back on those times -- though, truthfully, his detestation of his reminiscence is based on him missing their friendship more than anything else.

$ 𝟑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

The Krabby Patty secret formula being destroyed. Whether or not its his fault, Eugene’s fault, or a third party’s, losing the recipe that he’s devoted his entire life to at this point would be a devastating blow that would absolutely CRUSH him.

Losing Karen. Her mechanical parts can be replaced, but her AI is one-of-a-kind, and he does care about his computer wife, despite his outward demeanor -- he worked on her meticulously all his life, and he loves her. Besides, he doesn’t have much company in his life otherwise.

Losing Krabs. It’s terrible, horrible, sentimental, but he would actually be devastated if he did manage to lose his arch-nemesis. Even if it was his fault, like it nearly was in The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, after some gloating, he probably would wind up mourning and ultimately regretting his decision. There would be a definite hollowness in his life without his former best friend and current business rival.

$ 𝟑 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒

To steal the Krabby Patty secret formula! Self-explanatory; Plankton’s desire for that recipe has long outlived his friendship with Krabs, and he isn’t about to give it up for anything this vast ocean can offer him. 

Eventually, when the Chum Bucket is a smashing success, to tidy up the place enough to pass their inspections. He hasn’t been maintaining it as of late, given that he hasn’t had a single customer, but that’ll all change once he finally gets his hands on that recipe! And he will, any day now. Any day now...

To become friends with Krabs again.  To become richer than Eugene Krabs. Now, that’ll be the day! He can’t wait to rub that in his arch-nemesis’ face.

TAGGED BY : @fishingformoncy​ ! ( tHANK U FAM ) TAGGING :  STEAL IT FROM ME, BE LIKE PLANKTON

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[youwillobcy]

[Normally, the only object that the microscopic cyclops would expend the effort to steal was the Krabby Patty formula; after witnessing the wonders of a certain pencil in action today, however, he couldn’t keep his grubby mitts away from it. A doodle brought to life, presumably by the pencil itself, had it in its custody -- when it happened to glance away, Plankton grabbed it and booked it out of there, feeling rather successful in the moment. If this granted life to anything he drew, then that blasted recipe would be his in a heartbeat! His day would finally come, and the entirety of Bikini Bottom would kneel before him and his restaurant! First, however, he needed to devise a proper scheme...]

[An army would be one option, combined with living weapons, all of which would obey his every command; perhaps he could attempt one of his previous schemes involving a massive legion of robots, now that he could be positive that they wouldn’t turn on him. Besides, he had more experience with sketching schematics for robots than an actual living militia...yes, that seemed to be the ideal plan here. A maniacal laugh instinctively escaped his lips with the thought of his own devious brilliance, though his plot was still a stretch, given that he could barely handle the pencil properly. It was enormous, monumental, compared to him!]

[Precisely when he adjusted his grip on the tool, attempting to set his latest plan in motion, the double doors of his establishment abruptly swung open; they slammed against the metallic walls, startling him enough for him to fall and lose hold of the pencil. He gathered himself quickly enough upon glancing at the figure who’d approached him, however -- that sentient doodle, apparently hellbent on vengeance for its missing writing implement. Standing up and reaching for it with his miniature paws, he stepped away from the demented drawing carefully as it...babbled at him. Why could it only speak in gibberish, anyway?]

-- ❝ Back off, scrawl! This pencil’s mine! ❞ [Perhaps insulting the thing and reclaiming the tool wasn’t an ideal move, given that it was gradually making its way toward him, and he didn’t have much room -- his laboratory was nearby, however, and he if he could dig up his death ray...he could easily rid of this sketchy nuisance. The building was trembling, and the doodle was exasperatedly waving its fists at him, but he refused to be intimidated, let alone submit! He’d succeed in the end! ...Wouldn’t he?]

[Nevertheless, he subtly maneuvered over to the side, in the direction of the laboratory doors; given that the sketch was idiotic enough to be incapable of speech, it would likely blindly follow him to its doom.]

          ✎ @youwillobcy​ dares approach the sketch.

he turns away for two seconds. only two seconds. just two seconds and that pencil has escaped his hands! at first, the sketch figured it was that stupid, ridiculous sponge. but that would be impossible. he doesn’t think he’s been rediscovered yet! and if he has, that sponge has grown quite a thick skin! normally he would scream when they made eye contact. and doodleboy could only imagine the look on the yellow one’s face. the idea made him smile! but only for a moment. he needed that pencil back. without it, he was practically defenseless.

the sketch could sense it for miles away. birthed by the magic itself, it was one with it. connected with it, along with the sponge. it would be ridiculous to let it hang in the wrong hands, no matter what they wanted to draw. that pencil was his! and he rightfully deserved it after going through what he did with spongebob! he paddles down every dark corner, every empty crevasse until that graphite felt like a million smokebombs in his face. one whiff of his small, circular nose and he could tell just where it was.

at the chum bucket.

he made no mistake. glaring at the establishment, the doodle stepped forward. it was difficult too, what with how his feet were drawn  ( two left ones after all, unfortunately. his realistic counterpart isn’t much of an artistic genius, it seemed. ) ,   but he didn’t let that stop him. not when his pencil, his magic, his way to getting back at his very own creator was in another man’s hands.

doors slam open abruptly. power within is radiating in either arm – the building shakes. the zombie-liked sketch steps forward. still slow, still agonizing, but without cease.

“  YEEEEEARNNN ! ! ! !  “    hand extends. fingers curl up into bulges that resembles a terrible fist. though words were only mumbles and grumbles, it was more than apparent on the sketch’s face that he was enraged.    “  eee  E E E  e   e e E ! ! m      mM  M M MMnnn e   e  e y  o r n e    m  i h o o    o o iii!  “

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fishingformoncy‌:

               $  Admittedly, the crab expected a smile or two. Seeing such a lackluster response after all that build up was disappointing. It nearly destroyed all the hope and happiness he had in the moment. Yet the smile remained regardless, despite its dissipation. He knew that Plankton loved it; his buddy adored science! When they weren’t venting to one another, or discussing their day or any matter of sweet revenge, it was science, science, and more science! Eugene didn’t understand it much, but he did support and appreciate the passion that his bestie had for it. Though the understanding was lost to the midst of his thoughts ( science was never his forte, though math and pe? right up his alley! ) ,  it was intriguing to see his minuscule buddy try to make him understand. It didn’t work most of the time, and it made the crustacean feel awful, yet the very thought of the witnessing the other smile and speak so fondly of a heartfelt love is very refreshing.

               $  He wanted more from the little guy than this! Not that he was upset by any means, no. Yet the invertebrate knew just what to do to get him excited, jumping and going. There’s nothing that Eugene wanted more than to see the little guy jump with delight at the mention of science, especially chemistry. So, to try and help speed up the fun, the crab extended a claw. It’s gently put against the small albeit oblong creature’s back. With a prod, he is encouraged forward. After a gentle shove or two, the claw is retracted.

               $  He was leaning over Plankton now. He hoped it wasn’t too demeaning or too infuriating! He was just trying to get a nice view of both the copepod’s gift and his face. Eyes glance betwixt either, double-taking a few times before feet are planted on the ground and triangular body is up straight. Arms lift upwards. Eugene prods his bestie further.

               $  “  —  Come on, Plankie! Is it too early for ya to hang out yet? We can’t let that new toy go to waste!  “   yet another gesture, another prod. He calls the amoeba over with a claw over-the-shoulder.   “  I’ll even be yer guinea pig for ya to try out yer chemical-mixey-thingies on!  “

[Despite his challenge expressing his emotions, the copepod sniffled to himself as he clung to the chemistry set, frown trembling as Krabs’ grin dwindled. Plankton’s reaction didn’t eradicate every trace of the crustacean’s former glee, but it came close, and he resented himself for that -- why couldn’t he muster any trace of enthusiasm, even for his best friend? Instead, he’d been so genuinely touched by the gesture that he could only sit there and wallow in tears...how pathetic. At least he wholeheartedly trusted Eugene enough to do so without feeling vulnerable and exposed. Otherwise, this would be...more humiliating than usual.]

[Eventually, the crustacean delicately aligned one of his claws against the miniature cyclops’ back, then gently shoved him forward a couple of times. Somewhat startled, Plankton might have instinctively yelped the first time, but silenced himself the second time around -- once he’d settled on his position, he noticed that Krabs was hovering over him now. Alright, now he was confused. Paws gripped the box a bit tighter, gaining his footing all over again as he adjusted to his new position; what was that all about?]

[After the crustacean’s glance darted between the copepod himself and his gift a few times, he readjusted and coaxed Plankton forward once again; was he attempting to get Plankton moving, then? Goodness, he had a tough time reading social cues. Krabs’ eventual query about whether Plankton could play made all clear; a smile finally tugged at microscopic features as he processed everything, especially the crab’s offer to function as a guinea pig for today’s experiments. His best buddy really did know how to make his day, didn’t he? And after all Plankton had done to ruin his...]

-- ❝ You mean it? Hot dog! ❞ [Yet another rub at his eye followed his thrilled remark ( was he still crying? ), and he leaped from his spot to Krabs’ claw, then his shoulder. Now this was starting to feel comfortable, normal; they were buddies again, and all was well. Plus, now he had a chance to test out one of his latest concoctions!] ❝ C’mon, Eugene, let’s hit it! ❞

[youwillobcy]

                    YOU  DOODLE ,   ME  SPONGEBOB .

sideblog to @fishingformoncy.  very triggering topics ahead.

[youwillobcy]

So have you all heard of the lovely majesty that is Rick’s( @youwillobcy )’s Sheldon J. Plankton? To those we haven’t noticed, they’re my exclusive. They made their blog with mine and our headcanons always match, regardless. And with all those headcanons come a ton of plotting. Tons. And this comic I’m gonna make happens to be one that we’re RPing on tumblr right now, but one we’ve planned for a long time. He and I are both very excited for this comic to be over!

No coloring this time, though. Though it’s already messy, I don’t think it’s too bad. So I’m not gonna ruin it with my shitty coloring.

Part 2 will come soon.

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fishingformoncy‌:

               $  He supposes that is true. Perhaps anger and his own sort of wishes for revenge were getting to him. Or at least, the undying dream of Plankton’s apology. One that is almost certainly impossible, yet one that will continue to live with no wires, no gods, and no supervision. It will always kick, always scream. No matter what the little, green bastard does next time. It will continue to thrive, hoping and clinging onto the whim that one day, the two will drop all this nonsense. That one day everything – including their rivalry – will cease to exist. It’s an idea built for a utopia; a sort of dreamland that no matter what sort of scheme plays out, conclusions will nearly end subpar.

               $  The squeeze is released. Though grip remains, the hold isn’t so straining and isn’t so dangerous. The other is being curious now. After all, he was telling the truth ( for once ) .  If it wasn’t for his old buddy now turned arch nemesis, he wouldn’t know how long it would have taken for him to discover money. And what would he have done with it then? Would he have had someone to spend it on? How would it have happened if he first discovered it upon making the delicious burgers known so well today in Bikini Bottom? Free claw is upon chin now, as thoughts run wild about the past.

               $  Ah yes, their bullies. Just thinking about them got him to cringe in rage. A part of the cheapskate loathes himself for not standing up sooner. More than initially, at least. Any attempts in grade school were met with worse insults. Some of which, so bad he could never recover from  –  ragboyragboyragboy –  some of which, his old so-called friend for life also used to take part of  –  ragboyragboyragboyragboy –  recalling said events nearly made Eugene shiver. He had to get his head off that! Poverty isn’t anywhere near him anymore, and it shouldn’t be in the forefront of any collected thought or process. He was as rich as can be! No thanks to Plankton. For constantly trying to destroy his business!

               $  On the other hand, the little, green copepod should be appreciated. After all, his excuse to chat was one of the dumbest he had ever heard. Eyes popped open wide, leaving the crab static for a good five seconds. Pupils were shaking though, reading the minuscule being, checking on any patterns or breaks in character. Anything that can be a sign of some beautifully yet painfully constructed facade. Truthfully, however; though face was motionless, it took every fiber within the invertebrate to not explode out in laughter.

               $  “  —  So, you think yer funny, do ya?  “   that once frame of a face had finally moved. Eyes bulge outward, mere inches away from his old pal’s singular. They were so close, so radiated with hatred toward one another, that the crustacean could eyeball the muscles within the one eye from Plankton. And how ugly they were upon such a skinny, oblong face.   “  Ya don’t think I see ya spyin’ on me? Or the telescopes when I look out me winder… You’re a fool for thinkin’ I don’t, Plankton!  “

               $  Last few words are spat out – screamed onto the little one’s face. Saliva is spewed everywhere, tongue flicking and muscles quaking as lungs push out every ounce of their power. The further their meeting continued, the more irate the crustacean had become. Now both claws grab at his old buddy, squeezing tight enough to keep him ensnared, but not enough to cause pain.

               $  “  —  I want ya to give me one good reason to trust ya. If ya can,  “   beware, Sheldon. This next part is a lie!   “ I’ll give ya a Krabby Patty. I’ll even buy it, if yer excuse is good enough.  “

[At last, Krabs ever so slightly relinquished his grip on the microscopic cyclops; there wasn’t enough room for him to squirm free, unfortunately, but the gesture allowed him to feel somewhat comfortable amidst the otherwise smothering grief he was receiving from his arch-nemesis. Perhaps he was beginning to sway the stubborn crustacean toward his side now...even if utilizing their shared nostalgia was an underhanded tactic, its effectiveness was not to be trifled with. Now he had some wiggle room to negotiate his supposed surrender with the crab! All was going according to plan...hopefully, it would remain that way.]

[Nevertheless, once that proposal of his sunk in, Krabs appeared shell-shocked ( pun intended ); eyes opened wide, features frozen as he registered the reality of the situation. At least, that’s what Plankton assumed he’d been preoccupying himself with. The only signs of activity were the crustacean’s trembling pupils, glowering at him, perhaps scanning him -- thankfully, Plankton was a resourceful actor. There hadn’t been the slightest break in character for those eyes to identify, though that might also be attributed to the possible fact that there wasn’t any pretense to his offer. Deep down, perhaps he did desire to rekindle their friendship...or perhaps he was so overwhelmed by his earlier revulsion that he couldn’t concentrate on any other emotion, leading to a profound lack of deception to detect.]

[Once the crustacean’s existential crisis of sorts drew to a close, his eyestalks bulged outward in Plankton’s direction, as though to maintain a closer eye on the copepod than ever before. Despite the already cramped space within Krabs’ claw, Plankton inched away to the best of his ability, evidently uncomfortable with the abrupt lack of personal space. Now that the crab could observe the veins within his eye, he found himself able to do the same, and he detested it.]

[Singular eye instinctively shut as Krabs spat in his face, expression immediately contorting to match his repulsion in the moment. The crustacean’s alternate claw met to ensnare the copepod further in his little trap, further compressing him ( though the actual ensuing pain was minimal this time around ). However, despite all of the pressure ( literal and figurative ), Krabs’ hissed words revealed a hindrance to his scheme -- the confounded crab had noticed the massive telescope he’d monitored the restaurant with! Damn! How could he write this one off?]

-- ❝ Alright, I’ll admit it. Old habits die hard. Can you blame me for wanting to keep an eye on things? It’s not like I have anything ELSE to do -- not without a business or a steady income, anyway. ❞ [There, that ought to serve as a solid enough alibi...so he hoped.]

[Then -- finally, oh, finally -- Krabs provided him with the opportunity of a lifetime! An exchange; evidence that his intentions were pure in exchange for the Krabby Patty he’d sought all these years! A deal that was...too good to be true. And, of course, Plankton recognized it as such from the get-go...even if his mouth watered at the mere prospect of receiving one. Even so, the copepod effortlessly covered up his own enthusiasm, his expression remaining entirely nonchalant and unfazed while the crustacean spoke. When his time to respond arrived, his tone was laced with feigned disdain.]

❝ A Krabby Patty? No, thanks. That’s not what I came here for, Krabs...I thought you’d get that by now. ❞ [Plankton’s eye rolled, then after a brief sigh, he returned his gaze to the crustacean’s disconcertingly close pair of eyestalks.] ❝ If you want a reason, I don’t think I can give you anything. Reasons for trust don’t always manifest as physical proof, Eugene. ❞

[youwillobcy]

                                           FRIEND   or   FOE  ?

mr. krabs rper:  indie, semi-exclusive, selective, television based only – all seasons, very canon compliant. plankton rper:  indie, sideblog, selective, mutuals only, early spongebob based ( seasons 1 - 3 + movie primarily ) .

[youwillobcy]

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[youwillobcy]

“ Oh, by the way, each painting will be seventy a piece! And there will be interest! “ “ Don’t push it, Squidward. “ “ Oh, but Mr. Krabs! It’s art! “

This took me three days to do! Not consecutively but it took me a span of three days until I finished it. By the way, if you couldn’t tell, I’m really bad at coloring. But I kinda wanted to color it anyway because??? Yes.

Squidward is REALLY FUN to draw.

This is based off of this post, which I assume is a scene from the office? But I couldn’t find it on youtube.

This is for @tuesdayscanons, who occasionally RPs as Squidward. We had an idea a long time ago where Mr. Krabs sees Squidward’s art and tells him that if he can paint anything that’s not himself, he could be a really good artist. Might even display some of his stuff in the Krusty Krab. So upon seeing the post above I was bewildered by the sheer accuracy the scene had depicted our idea? So I decided to do a more in-character version of it in a comic for my friend.

[youwillobcy]

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               $  There he was. Thank Neptune! He was getting worried that he declined the offer and continued to hide away in his room. But the crustacean held tight to the hope of seeing that bright face. And though it wasn’t so bright now, he knew that in just a few short moments, it would be alight and brimming with joy. The thought made Eugene’s smile grow wide. Even if the copepod was mumbling and grumbling about lost sleep and delicate loneliness.

              $  Cheeks puffed outward as smile continued to grow. Imagining his dear friend happy and perky again was making the crab feel all tingly inside. Just the thought was making his knees weak! Might as well sit down; he knows how uncomfortable his friend can get with his height. The shorter he feels to the near microscopic creature, the better. With a wobble or two, the crab fell back on his bottom, the plastic flasks, cylinders, and dishes rattling around in the box.

               $  “  —  Oops! Ya probably heard that, didn’t ya…  “   an embarrassed look is on Eugene’s face. He meant to warm the fellow with a bit of company and conversation before presenting the gift. A sort of greeting and explanation before giving it to the other. Ah well, the sooner the better. Either way, he knew that Plankton was going to be happy!

               $  “  —  Here ya are. A new chemistry set!  “   he held it out with either claw, careful not to damage the box anymore than the condition it was in. Sometimes those claws just can’t contain themselves, especially when emotions were at hand.   “  Me mom had a couple extra bucks in her paycheck! She gave me one. So, I wanted to getcha a new sciencey set… I know how sad ye were when ya lost yer last one.  “

[Perhaps what made Krabs and Plankton a dynamic duo, the closest chums any sea critter could imagine, was the fact that the crustacean tended to be so patient with his microscopic buddy’s outbursts. That was fortunate for the copepod, who tended to never put a lid on his temper, even around someone he cared about so dearly...and he was certainly grateful for it now, deep down. Granted, the crab’s elation in the moment didn’t seem influenced whatsoever by Plankton’s dismissive attitude -- in fact, it only seemed to intensify with every passing moment. What could possibly be making him so eager?]

[Singular eye widened ever so slightly when the crustacean seated himself, causing the contents of whatever he’d been hiding to jostle noisily. From what he could hear, it sounded like the delicate rumbling of glass; that sound alone grounded him in the moment, properly rousing him from his fatigued state. Plankton didn’t want to make assumptions, to raise his own hopes too high, but it -- it sounded akin to the jingle of a chemistry set. He ought to know, having carried one around at all times.]

[His brow now furrowed with a look resembling concern, though it arose out of bewilderment more than anything else. There was no possible way that it could be anything so thoughtful -- sure, Krabs was the type to pour his heart out in the form of a present, but he couldn’t...afford a full-fledged set, could he? Yet, the embarrassment on his features, combined with the delighted attitude he’d barged in here with...]

[Plankton’s optimism was confirmed when Krabs held out a box, a brand new chemistry set -- a cheaper one than what he’d grown accustomed to, but a complete arrangement of flasks, beakers, and dishes nonetheless. His eye darted up to meet the crustacean’s, a slight reluctance to accept it; this was by far the sweetest gesture he’d ever received, and it left him in a state of stunned disbelief. He shakily raised his hands to grab it, cautiously holding it in front of him and simply staring at the label for a moment. Finally, he returned his gaze to Krabs...his expression certainly wasn’t the thrilled reaction that the crab had been anticipating, but he felt a heartfelt sense of gratitude and fuzziness that he couldn’t hope to convey properly. Not with smiles and joy, anyway.]

-- ❝ You -- you really went to all this trouble for me...? ❞ [Plankton gently gripped the box in his hands, a subtle gesture that he already treasured it, despite not putting it to proper use yet. He simply couldn’t believe that his best friend expended all this effort for his sake, especially after he’d bickered with him so much earlier. Not that it wasn’t the first kind gesture Krabs had greeted him with after finding spare change, though the last attempt ended with him stranded in mid-water with no hope of getting down. This was...almost too good to be true.]

❝ S-Sorry, I guess I’m -- ❞ [Emotional? Not that he could bring himself to admit that. One of his hands quickly rubbed at his eye, possibly to wipe a tear away -- who was to say? Part of him wished that he could better express himself, lest he wind up disappointing Krabs with his reaction.] ❝ Um...thank you, Eugene. Seriously. I-It, er, means a lot to me. ❞

[youwillobcy]

fishingformoncy‌:

               $  Fortunately, out of the two, the crab was always the more sparing. Even when they were much, much younger and trying so desperately to get revenge upon those who belittled down. If Eugene ever thought that his old best buddy was taking it too far, he was always the one to outstretch a claw. Justice needs to be served, but there is definitely a moment where methods become unlawful. Cruel and unusual, to an extent. And though the cheapskate never truly hated Plankton, it was certainly a trait of his – an outrageous and exasperated perception, that is – that he would never understand.

               $  Eyes lid. They squint harshly. Claw now opens slightly, but only for a brief moment. It allows the copepod to slip through. Yet as soon as those antennae were in range, claw closes. No pincers however – the crustacean didn’t want to harm Plankton. As much as he wishes to every now and again, it was the last malintent in his brain. But they were pinched together pretty tight, and the minuscule creature was practically tossed around like a ragdoll. Leaning inward, eyes bulge outward. Now they meet literally eye-to-eye. Two pupils looking ever deeper into Plankton’s singular. 

               $  “  —  Ye’ve done it before, Plankton. What makes ya think I would think this time would be any different?  “   Free claw was grasping tight onto the straw. He had to be careful by this point; seething with confusion, the man could nearly poke one-to-many-a-hole through his trusty spitting straw. Voice was quiet thankfully, so the smaller creature wouldn’t be tortured with such an overpowering scream. But it was still mocking and sneering all the same. Eugene would not trust Plankton.

               $  Wait. Talk? Talk? What? Mr. Krabs couldn’t believe it! There was a gawking mouth. No sound. Surprise ran rampant one thousand times, and each turn made brain churn harder and harder. Now belief was absolutely destroyed. Any semblance of trust, whether it be honest and sincere or fabricated and deceitful were all decimated. Eyes pop wide. He just wanted to talk? The distance between the two fishy-fiends grew significantly – arm being held out at a far more grave extension.

               $  “  —  Talk. You wanna talk? About what? About how my day’s been, or how our restaurants are going… or what we’re doin’ for dinner tonight…  “   there was just as much surprise in Eugene’s voice as there was mocking. Claw was back around the copepod’s body now, squeezing him tight within his clutches. Pincers are only centimeters away, nearly brushing against the other’s green exterior.   “  shut up, boy. Ye ain’t wantin’ to talk! Even when we were kids, all ya ever did was talk about yer stupid science!  “

[Once again, Krabs had the upper hand -- claw -- and Plankton was suspended mid-air, yet again, hanging by a thread while being carelessly tossed about with every motion of the crustacean’s enclosed fist. He absolutely loathed this; every time he attempted to convince the confounded crab that he’d changed his ways, he seemed to find himself in this position, almost entirely at Krabs’ mercy. Thankfully, he actually harbored some, unlike Plankton himself...had he not been capable of compassion, Plankton would have been shot back home through a revolting bullet of spit by now.]

[The copepod’s eye narrowed in a rather subtle retaliation when Krabs raised him to eye level; he needed to avoid coming across as too hostile, otherwise his point would be moot, but this was still a war of attrition. Of course the crustacean’s initial response was filled to the brim with scrutiny, skepticism seeping through his every word -- what could make him assume that this “attempted breach” was any different? Well, perhaps the fact that Plankton hadn’t even forcefully squeezed himself through the doors, that he hadn’t studied the place for weeks attempting to find a secure route, that he hadn’t expended every effort to fool Krabs and stealthily obtain the formula.]

[Now that he truly considered the details his usual schemes often contained, they did seem a bit overboard or ineffective...that didn’t matter at the moment, however. In any case, Krabs ought to have recognized that Plankton wasn’t expending the usual extraneous efforts to surpass his security measures -- and in that sense, he was far from a threat. He certainly didn’t appreciate being treated like one when his intentions were, for once, not oriented around stealing the formula ( at the moment, at least ).]

[Finally, the crustacean reacted to Plankton’s request for idle chatter -- as anticipated, judging by his responses thus far, he was absolutely baffled by it. Truth be told, that was the first reasonable feedback to this mess of a plot that the copepod had concocted; while the entire scheme was bound to work ( why else would he be putting in the effort otherwise? ), Plankton approaching the crab simply to reminisce was an immense deviation from his usual behavior. He’d simply grown impatient...he’d assumed that Krabs was enough of a sentimental moron to visit first, but he’d apparently been mistaken.]

[This time around, Plankton’s entire body was squeezed, pincers mere centimeters away -- an instinctive, uncontrollable yelp of pain followed the gesture, the copepod attempting to gather himself so he wouldn’t immediately lash out. He desperately wanted to, however, especially with the notion that he’d never spoken about anything other than his science while they were still friends. He could recall numerous conversations, barely any of which were one-sided, crystal clear; their mutual lust for revenge, their discussions of money, the countless shows of putrid consideration and compassion for one another. His singular eye glared daggers in the crustacean’s direction, an infuriated groan preceding his reply.]

-- ❝ Oh, come on, Krabs! I was never THAT self-centered. We used to talk about all sorts of things, didn’t we? Money, revenge, ruling the school... ❞ [While his tone started out as overly antagonistic, it settled itself by the end, a sinister chuckle following that last sentiment. Perhaps nostalgia was taking over, or perhaps he was “getting into character.”] ❝ See, I came here to talk about...about... ❞

[Lord, not now. He couldn’t be hesitating now. Practically sputtering out his words with an outwardly exaggerated reluctance, he desperately struggled to spit out his sickeningly sappy proposition.] ❝ I thought we -- I thought we could...catch up. For...old time’s sake. I’m tired of trying to steal from you, so why don’t we...ugh...make up? ❞

[youwillobcy]

[Plankton hadn’t yet had the displeasure of formally introducing himself to Sandy -- there had been brief moments where he’d spotted her, mostly in crowds, through events and social gatherings held by that yellow nitwit, but at no point had he made an effort to interact with her. Had he not heard of her scientific prowess, he certainly wouldn’t be here now, nor would he care to be. He was here for scientific purposes only...in other words, he needed to borrow ( or steal, if this went sour ) some components for an invention, and Sandy would likely be the only one in this backwater town who’d possess them.]

[His brow furrowed as she leaned down to glance at him, a frustrating reminder of his microscopic stature. The copepod could acknowledge that he was small, but he couldn’t stand it when others knelt to speak to him, unless they were bowing down to his superior might. It made him feel insignificant otherwise, a feeling that he detested.]

-- ❝ Slow your roll, land squirrel. I’m here to consult you about our mutual scientific pursuits -- surely, you could assist. ❞

@youwillobcy

                      ‘ alright…. i’ll bite, what’s going on here? why’d you come                                       visit my tree dome? ’      sandy questioned, hands on her hips as she tilts her head a gentle smile      of curiosity spread over her cheeks as she looked down at the small       plankton who is currently almost easily able to blend in with the grass      she gives a quick little scratch on her lighter fur on her face before glancing      down at him and bending, hands going onto her knees.

                    ‘ or are ya not gonna tell me, and i have the pleasure of kickin’                                          you out of my dome. ’

[youwillobcy]

[In their younger years, Plankton and Krabs had practically been inseparable; that had dramatically shifted over the years, though it wasn’t necessarily caused by drama or conflict of any sort. They were still the closest chums that they could be! It just became challenging to spend all that time together when they grew, when their school lives and home lives impacted how much time they could allot to personal matters. Besides, Plankton had recently gotten himself into trouble after a certain incident involving his old chemistry set blowing up at school...and he may or may not have blown up at his best friend, too, after all that frustration piled up.]

[As a result, Plankton had holed himself up in his room over the weekend -- that fact alone made it shocking that Krabs expended the effort to visit him. He couldn’t comprehend why, especially after his misery-induced tantrum the other day...but it was a welcomed surprise, even if he was too exhausted to muster a proper greeting. A half-lidded eye glanced up at his buddy, who seemed positively giddy, claws hidden behind his back.]

[Microscopic hands rubbed at his singular eye; of course he was aggravated by the disturbance, and he’d probably make that much clear through whatever insulted and exasperated greeting he did eventually give, despite him earnestly appreciating the visit itself. Expressing his feelings, especially sentimental ones, wasn’t his forte.]

-- ❝ Ohh...what is it now, Eugene? ❞ [The copepod sighed, crossing his arms and struggling to stir himself awake. Had this been anyone else, he might wind up worsening the situation with more groaning and complaints, but this was him being as nice as possible. Despite his attitude problems, he didn’t want to lose the closest friend he’d ever had.]

$$$  @youwillobcy​ is eugene’s bestie !

               $  A big smile on the crustacean’s face. He knew that his old buddy didn’t really like having his family riled up, but they hadn’t seen each other in a while! And the crab was starting to miss him. He’ll deal with all of Plankton’s angry mumbling and grumbling if that means they can go hang out again! After all, they were the only two that understood eachother. Maybe not perfectly, but just enough to be considered close.

               $  Expression went soft. Claw is still behind back, perched against the back of his rag-dress. With a soft huff, the young boy lowered his voice. The other looked sorta sleepy!

               $  “  —  Hey, Plankie! I guess I caughtcha while ye were sleepin’! Heh, sorry. Forgive a friend his loneliness…  “   greetings aside, Eugene jumps up with a perky smile. Both claws are behind back now, keeping the gift hidden from the other. Triangular body bends, leaning forward to meet Plankton almost eye-to-eye. 

               $  “  —  But nevermind that right now, chum! Guess what!  “   claws shake. He has to be careful! He might break the poor thing.   “  Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat–  “