#squareyellowfellow

[squidink-tortellini-blog]

“ Not even two seconds in and you’ve ALREADY confused Squilliam for me? I’m peeved, to say the least.”

[jcalousy]

⊰   @squareyellowfellow isn’t the one at fault this time...  ⊱

⤥ The Chum Bucket was quiet and eerily still this afternoon. The only sound in the otherwise empty restaurant was a hollow, forlorn-sounding plink plink plink kind of noise as the restaurant’s worn out, rusted down plumbing oozed black corruption from all its many pipes. The current was fierce outside today, and every so often the restaurant itself would groan like a living thing as the water surged round its metal circumference.

   Plankton had his eye closed tight as he stood tensely in the center of his combination kitchen-laboratory, trying valiantly to tune out the offending sounds of his restaurant settling deeper into its comfortable decay, and it was taking everything in his power to resist the urge to yell aloud in frustration. He had a splitting migraine that he could feel throbbing in perfect time with his pulse from staying up most of the previous night thinking about the unfortunate events which had transpired yesterday...

...Neither he nor Karen had slept a wink the previous night. Although Karen didn’t technically need to sleep, usually Plankton liked to unplug her or put her into sleep mode to save money electricity when he wasn’t awake and therefore had no reason to keep her plugged in. Thinking about this now, he found himself realizing yet again that perhaps what she’d pointed out yesterday at some point in their argument had some merit after all.

   Perhaps he did indeed see her as nothing more than a possession-- even after all these years. But could you blame him? He’d bought her, assembled her, installed her software, programmed her feelings! She was an object to him by all accounts!

   This would certainly explain why he so easily overlooked her so-called feelings even after they’d been shoved in his face... repeatedly. After all, he had programmed her to love him-- er, at least ‘love’ in the only way an AI possibly could possibly hope to comprehend. Plankton was of the opinion that what they had between them was only a passable imitation of the real thing. A counterfeit, if you will. To him, it didn’t really count if it was a forcibly programmed kind of feeling, you know? It just wasn’t the same as being loved and cared for by an organic lifeform-- something that could form its own opinions without being input some kind of code or command...

   He sighed and began to pace. He hadn’t seen Spot in several hours, either. Presumably his little amoeba was hiding somewhere, trying to avoid his master when he was in such a cantankerous and frankly dangerous kind of mood. It wouldn’t take very much at this point for Plankton to lose the handle on his fragile self control and spiral off in a fit of rage or perhaps even break down crying, although he knew deep down that this was all his own damned fault.

   Karen had packed up her things and left sometime during the night. Plankton had been so tired from arguing with her that he’d just let her go without much protest at all, and now he was really feeling her absence. It was kinda hard not to when she’d always been there for him unfailingly, doggedly for over three or four decades now despite all the abuse he’d put her through. This was another thing he’d programmed her with-- loyalty to him and only him.

   But maybe it was time to face facts. 40-odd years was a long time to lie to yourself. Maybe he loved Karen, and maybe she loved him back-- but... this just couldn’t keep happening. It was too much.

   He found himself looking at the door more than a few times, wondering if he should just leave, himself. The Chum Bucket, empty though it was, was full of Karen. He couldn’t look at anything here without feeling her absence. The giant monitor which she’d usually use as a vessel took up more than half of a single wall in his laboratory, and it was silent and dim-- judging him, condemning him-- and Plankton couldn’t stand being watched anymore.

   As he finally gave in and pushed open the double doors, he knew already where he was headed... ⤣

[squidink-tortellini-blog]

“ I have the best and cutest little thing for a boyfriend.”

[jcalousy]

squareyellowfellow replied to your post: "OOoh, daddy~!" Spongebob, no.

“But I thought you liked being called daddy!”

⤥ ❝ Yes, but not by you. It’s just weird when you say it! ❞

❝ And besides, our relationship-- such that it may be-- isn’t like that. At most, I’d agree to a being called your master but certainly not your daddy-- especially since I’m more than old enough to be that for you. Yeesh. ❞ ⤣

[jcalousy]

⊰   @squareyellowfellow | cont.  ⊱

⤥ ❝ You... uhh... you think I’m ‘cute’??? ❞

   ❝ Gee, I-- I don’t know what to say, Spongebob. Nobody’s ever called me ‘cute’ before. At least, that I can remember. In-- in recent years, I mean. Heh. Seems most people can’t see past the bad things I do, y’know? N-not that I’d change myself to earn their approval, or anything... ❞

   He rubbed his arm awkwardly. ❝ Even Karen doesn’t call me that... ❞ ⤣

[squidink-tortellini-blog]

squareyellowfellow replied to your post: “ Life’s a big, elongated build-up to utter...

“Rough day, huh?”

“ Rough day? More like rough life, but go on Spongebob. Be happy and carefree as usual. Don’t mind me. I’ll just sulk for a few more hours, then I’ll be back up and at it again as though it never truly mattered. You know, the usual daily standard of living I’ve had lately. The vicious cycle that has completely encompassed me and made me who I am today.”

[jcalousy]

❝ So help me, dear Neptune, If you don’t SHUT UP in the next THREE SECONDS I’ve got a new Insta-Muter 6000 ray gun I’ve been DYING to test out! ❞

❝ SO DO US ALL A FAVOR AND CAN IT!! It’s 9 O’CLOCK at night and some people are trying to watch a movie over here!! ❞

[jcalousy]

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you’ve encountered @false-majesty … ⟩

❍ ⧼   The Beast’s claws tapped rhythmically upon the worn stone armrest…

   Tick tick tick tick tick…   –Then settled after a moment…   tick tick tick…   –Then shortly resumed their irritated tattoo.

   For the time being, his chair is steeped in dense, impenetrable darkness– yet when the demon finally opens his eyes, they glitter wickedly in the dark to a light and life of their own. Red and white-pink, they seek the source of your disruption and settle heavily upon your comparably modest stature. The creature exhales a rasping sigh through its open mouth, and a white-gray cloud of smoke escapes from somewhere that was vaguely beneath the creature’s eyes.

   Once again, aside from the demon’s unearthly glowing eyes and slowly burning flaming eyebrows, you can’t see a thing.

   Which is why you can hardly stifle the cry of genuine fear that escapes you when you feel rather than see one of the creature’s tendrils wrap harshly round your leg and YANK you to the ground. Still without speaking, the demon pulls you closer, and though you cannot see his smile you know he’s grinning at your feeble attempts to free yourself– you can hear his teeth gritting together in a maniac’s snarl. Furthermore, you hear his claws grow still once more upon the armrest only to suddenly scrape harshly against the stone– the motion sending a small shower of sparks in its wake.

   Now you’re close enough to see the demon’s face by the light of his unearthly glowing eyes and flaming eyebrows, and his hellish, inhuman gaze fixates upon you as he bends down to grasp you by the front of your shirt and hoist you to your feet.

   ❝Hell-o… What have we here?❞ he rasped quietly, his voice soft in the silence if only so you’re struck with terror at the real danger in this situation as you dangle helplessly in his grasp– so many feet above the throne room floor. You know his voice could so easily shake the very citadel itself, if he had a mind to raise it when addressing you. Yet, for some reason he does not.

   At least.. not yet….

   ❝ I must admit, I grow weary of your kind…❞ he hissed, baring his tusks at you almost as would a dog. ❝Al-ways waltz-ing in here as though you have any right to disturb my solitude… My con-temp-lation of things your puny mortal mind could never hope to grasp… Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t destroy you as an example to further violators who would test A-KU’s GENEROSITY? ❞   ⧽