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The tiny green Copepod shuffled along the seafloor with his pet amoeba, Spot, in tow. After nearing a large dumpster in a fetid alleyway, the master of his pet urged it forwards into a dark clearing where eerie noises could be heard just at the base of the dumpster. No light could penetrate into the veil of murky shadow, which appeared to stir the water into a miniature whirlpool.

Plankton spied the darkness ahead in wonder of it's apparent sentient intention. The tiny cyclops appeared to gaze in a sort of fear as he approached it cautiously, while gripping even firmly to the leather straps of his pet's leash to brace his consternation into a false bravery. Silent steps proceeded towards the gloomy shade, with now only the pitter-pat of the amoeba's paws now providing the reassurance in this endeavor.

The noises became deafening after he crossed the threshold of light and shadow in a fierce battle for dominance. It was almost an otherwordly experience. His pet jerked on his leash, cowering closer to his master's skinny, stumpy legs, at what he could indisputably sense beyond the naked eye of Plankton. The water stirred into a fierce and sudden drop in temperature, but paradoxically there was no evidence of the cold being spawned from anywhere near them.

Plankton dropped Spot's leash to begin an excursion into the dank void, feeling as though he was meant to be here despite the air filling his entire essence with a ravenous anxiety to retreat. The little amoeba scurried backwards, shivering from the cold and his master's willingness to push forward to where even he did not know where he was going.

A squidgy, sloshing sound jiggled echoes of slimy resonance around the dumpster's metal walls as Plankton neared something that seemed to cower in his presence. A black, sludgy ooze shifted on the Ocean's gritty sand before the Copepod. Bubbling warts of globular filth shined in whatever light could trickle through that abyssal scene on the ooze, as it revealed a slight tinge of deep red amongst the oily black. The creature could almost be described as living chunks of Mesothelioma and infected sores that burst with poisoned blood. The smell which wafted from the oily organism finally caught in the green explorer's lungs, as he coughed out and breathed in what can only be expressed as the entrails of a festering carcass filled with pus.

Suddenly, against everything he'd just witnessed, Plankton began to laugh as he wiped his nose and mouth with his arm. "This will do nicely." He spoke to himself, as the sludge shifted under the Man's shadow.

A few hours had passed, and the Chum Bucket, where Plankton resides in, was quiet and empty. However, this was already an expectation of his, and the fact of that had stopped bothering him for the day. Metal doors creaking open loaded the vacant halls of his restaurant in high pitched squeaks and scrapes, and he entered triumphantly, hauling his catch of the day in a clear test tube. The black slime sloshed in the tube with a sort of curiosity, seemingly peering out at the various choices of chum stashed raw and openly on a nearby counter. Spot whimpered as he plodded alongside his master, actively staying clear of the substance that only he was aware could be capable of much more than it seemed at first inspection. It reeked of Sinister intention far beyond his own master, Plankton. An evil so intense, it was not even Earthly.

"Karen!" Plankton sang from the newly opened laboratory door, "I got something for you to lay your beautiful eyes on: OUR TICKET OUTTA HERE!!" The man cackled as he raised the glass, shaking the creature within slightly. Karen, his computer W.I.F.E., wheeled herself sluggishly into the Lab whilst yawning robotically. "WhAT Is It PlAnKtOn? YoU kNoW I nEeD mY bEaUtY rEsT!" Karen nagged mechanically in his direction, but silenced immediately when she caught note of the small creature he brought home. The Computer slid backwards marginally away from whatever he looked so proud to have captured.

"WhAt ThE hEcK iS ThAt?!" She spoke up again shortly, eying the structural integrity of that container against the ooze she scanned who's density seemed off for even a non newtonian fluid. She could see that, whatever it is he brought there, was breathing and pulsing rapidly. It was alive, and unhappy by the subtle sounds it emenated that no normal person would be able to pick up. "This, Karen, is my new weapon against that feeble-minded Mr. Krabs. I just need to analyze it a little further to see what it can really do!"

Plankton hopped onto a table excitedly as Karen trundled herself onto the wall socket to switch her body functions to the larger computer, hoping to better observe his actions with more control over the entire facility in case something were to go wrong. "Hmm, test subject... test subject..." Plankton scratched his chin, glancing around the room in order to find something to expose to his newly found concsious substance.
Eventually, his eyes trailed to the potted plant in the corner of the room. "Perfect!"

After the subject's were prepped, and Karen braced her sensors to maximum, Plankton popped open the tube to let in fresh air that even became choked out by the stale shield of muck this thing exhibited. The miniature cyclops dropped a small drop of the creatures viscous body into the soil.

For a moment, nothing happened, and in the spance it make Karen relieved. Her uncomfortable time around this Devilish blood oil would be cut short. However, not long after her silent victory, the potted plant began to shake violently. Twisted vines sprouted from the stem and curved thorns suddenly appeared upon it as well. The once lovely pollen filled face of the flower debauched into a sadistic smile with furious eyes. The flower now greatly intimidated the Copepod by a large factor, rendering him clueless on how to recover from this sight. The new petaled beast raised it's tendriled arm with leafy claws intent on slicing it's prey into splattered pieces. It swung down hard, but miraculously for Plankton, his legs found the will to move just in time, letting his creation slice a hole into the solid table as if it were no problem. It glared it's menacing compound eyes at Plankton, readjusting itself to regain it's momentum. Before the flowering fury could strike again, Karen activated the security system's intruder function, vaporizing the monster instantly.

Plankton gasped for air, gripping his nearly insignificantly sized heart in panic and relief. Maybe it'd be best not to meddle with strange liquids that give an impression of danger when you capture it.

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Plankton tossed and turned in his bed. His pores draining him of sweat in his sleep, and his eyelid twitching from the voice he could hear in his head that, strangely, didn't belong to him.

Get her.... Get the sponge... Get her... Destroy the sponge... GET HER!!!

The green man burst from his covers after envisioning a monstrous figure leap out at him from within a dream. It was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed before, with a ram like structure, red skin, and muddy red fur. It terrified him to no end. He felt his head, which was hot from exhaustion and stress.

But there was one thing he did remember from the dream that made sense to him. "Destroy the Sponge..." he whispered to himself, staring at his legs before glancing at the liquid creature churning on the counter within it's glassy prison. He smiled, as an idea crossed his mind.

Description
The tiny green Copepod shuffled along the seafloor with his pet amoeba, Spot, in tow. After nearing a large dumpster in a fetid alleyway, the master of his pet urged it forwards into a dark clearing where eerie noises could be heard just at the base of the dumpster. No light could penetrate into the veil of murky shadow, which appeared to stir the water into a miniature whirlpool.

Plankton spied the darkness ahead in wonder of it's apparent sentient intention. The tiny cyclops appeared to gaze in a sort of fear as he approached it cautiously, while gripping even firmly to the leather straps of his pet's leash to brace his consternation into a false bravery. Silent steps proceeded towards the gloomy shade, with now only the pitter-pat of the amoeba's paws now providing the reassurance in this endeavor.

The noises became deafening after he crossed the threshold of light and shadow in a fierce battle for dominance. It was almost an otherwordly experience. His pet jerked on his leash, cowering closer to his master's skinny, stumpy legs, at what he could indisputably sense beyond the naked eye of Plankton. The water stirred into a fierce and sudden drop in temperature, but paradoxically there was no evidence of the cold being spawned from anywhere near them.

Plankton dropped Spot's leash to begin an excursion into the dank void, feeling as though he was meant to be here despite the air filling his entire essence with a ravenous anxiety to retreat. The little amoeba scurried backwards, shivering from the cold and his master's willingness to push forward to where even he did not know where he was going.

A squidgy, sloshing sound jiggled echoes of slimy resonance around the dumpster's metal walls as Plankton neared something that seemed to cower in his presence. A black, sludgy ooze shifted on the Ocean's gritty sand before the Copepod. Bubbling warts of globular filth shined in whatever light could trickle through that abyssal scene on the ooze, as it revealed a slight tinge of deep red amongst the oily black. The creature could almost be described as living chunks of Mesothelioma and infected sores that burst with poisoned blood. The smell which wafted from the oily organism finally caught in the green explorer's lungs, as he coughed out and breathed in what can only be expressed as the entrails of a festering carcass filled with pus.

Suddenly, against everything he'd just witnessed, Plankton began to laugh as he wiped his nose and mouth with his arm. "This will do nicely." He spoke to himself, as the sludge shifted under the Man's shadow.

A few hours had passed, and the Chum Bucket, where Plankton resides in, was quiet and empty. However, this was already an expectation of his, and the fact of that had stopped bothering him for the day. Metal doors creaking open loaded the vacant halls of his restaurant in high pitched squeaks and scrapes, and he entered triumphantly, hauling his catch of the day in a clear test tube. The black slime sloshed in the tube with a sort of curiosity, seemingly peering out at the various choices of chum stashed raw and openly on a nearby counter. Spot whimpered as he plodded alongside his master, actively staying clear of the substance that only he was aware could be capable of much more than it seemed at first inspection. It reeked of Sinister intention far beyond his own master, Plankton. An evil so intense, it was not even Earthly.

"Karen!" Plankton sang from the newly opened laboratory door, "I got something for you to lay your beautiful eyes on: OUR TICKET OUTTA HERE!!" The man cackled as he raised the glass, shaking the creature within slightly. Karen, his computer W.I.F.E., wheeled herself sluggishly into the Lab whilst yawning robotically. "WhAT Is It PlAnKtOn? YoU kNoW I nEeD mY bEaUtY rEsT!" Karen nagged mechanically in his direction, but silenced immediately when she caught note of the small creature he brought home. The Computer slid backwards marginally away from whatever he looked so proud to have captured.

"WhAt ThE hEcK iS ThAt?!" She spoke up again shortly, eying the structural integrity of that container against the ooze she scanned who's density seemed off for even a non newtonian fluid. She could see that, whatever it is he brought there, was breathing and pulsing rapidly. It was alive, and unhappy by the subtle sounds it emenated that no normal person would be able to pick up. "This, Karen, is my new weapon against that feeble-minded Mr. Krabs. I just need to analyze it a little further to see what it can really do!"

Plankton hopped onto a table excitedly as Karen trundled herself onto the wall socket to switch her body functions to the larger computer, hoping to better observe his actions with more control over the entire facility in case something were to go wrong. "Hmm, test subject... test subject..." Plankton scratched his chin, glancing around the room in order to find something to expose to his newly found concsious substance.
Eventually, his eyes trailed to the potted plant in the corner of the room. "Perfect!"

After the subject's were prepped, and Karen braced her sensors to maximum, Plankton popped open the tube to let in fresh air that even became choked out by the stale shield of muck this thing exhibited. The miniature cyclops dropped a small drop of the creatures viscous body into the soil.

For a moment, nothing happened, and in the spance it make Karen relieved. Her uncomfortable time around this Devilish blood oil would be cut short. However, not long after her silent victory, the potted plant began to shake violently. Twisted vines sprouted from the stem and curved thorns suddenly appeared upon it as well. The once lovely pollen filled face of the flower debauched into a sadistic smile with furious eyes. The flower now greatly intimidated the Copepod by a large factor, rendering him clueless on how to recover from this sight. The new petaled beast raised it's tendriled arm with leafy claws intent on slicing it's prey into splattered pieces. It swung down hard, but miraculously for Plankton, his legs found the will to move just in time, letting his creation slice a hole into the solid table as if it were no problem. It glared it's menacing compound eyes at Plankton, readjusting itself to regain it's momentum. Before the flowering fury could strike again, Karen activated the security system's intruder function, vaporizing the monster instantly.

Plankton gasped for air, gripping his nearly insignificantly sized heart in panic and relief. Maybe it'd be best not to meddle with strange liquids that give an impression of danger when you capture it.

----------

Plankton tossed and turned in his bed. His pores draining him of sweat in his sleep, and his eyelid twitching from the voice he could hear in his head that, strangely, didn't belong to him.

Get her.... Get the sponge... Get her... Destroy the sponge... GET HER!!!

The green man burst from his covers after envisioning a monstrous figure leap out at him from within a dream. It was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed before, with a ram like structure, red skin, and muddy red fur. It terrified him to no end. He felt his head, which was hot from exhaustion and stress.

But there was one thing he did remember from the dream that made sense to him. "Destroy the Sponge..." he whispered to himself, staring at his legs before glancing at the liquid creature churning on the counter within it's glassy prison. He smiled, as an idea crossed his mind.