Plankton the Destroyer vs Super Mecha Karen 5
Plankton and Karen continue their fight!
This is a Spongebog Squarepants fanfiction. All characters are 18+
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“That’s not something I’m interested in, Shaldon,” she says.
Plankton whirls around. “How?”
“Let me spell it for you!”
With that, she launches herself forward, leaving a cloud of dust and mud in her wake.
“F is for a flash strike, faster than lightning!”
Plankton doubles over as he gets punched in the gut, his eye bulging, spit flying out of him.
“U is for uppercut extreme!”
Plankton launches up into the air, and Karen follows up by jumping and grabbing him around his waist, using their combined weight to come crashing right back down into the ground!
“N is for never ever relenting!”
A cloud of dust rises up where they land, leaving the people of Bikini Bottom, who had been getting commentary from A Talking Fish Head to raise their hands and cheer “Down here in the deep blue sea!”
As the mud clears, two titans kneel before one another, coughing and sputtering, waving the smoke and steam and detritus from in front of them. Plankton blinks, his eye tearing up, but he smiles. “I must admit, Super Mecha Karen,” he begins, “You are one formidable opponent.”
Karen’s face shows that her loading bar goes from 99 to 100, and then she snaps to him and replies. “You’re quite dangerous yourself, Plankton the Destroyer.”
“I don’t know how much longer my potion will keep up. I’ll just be Plankton again in a bit—my reign of terror will be over, and you stopped it.”
“Yes, well, maybe it shouldn’t be about your reign of terror. Maybe it really should be about fun.”
“Fun at the expense of others?” he chuckles. “That’s the best there is.”
Karen nods. “I read an academic report by Sandy Cheeks. She postulates that there’s no act more intimate than facing your dearest one in combat. Her preferred method is Karate.”
Plankton places his hand upon his computer wife’s, clasping her tenderly. He leans in, smiling slightly. “I hear some call it Kar-ah-tay! But I don’t know any moves.”
“That’s fine,” says his wife, grasping his arm. “I’ll show you all forms of martial arts. Hiiiyah!”
With that, Karen whirls around, lifting Plankton over her shoulder and slamming him back into the ground. Another rumbling grumble from the sea follows suit, and Plankton, pulling his face out of the ground, coughs and sputters. “Are we causing geological distress?”
As if in response to the two of them, the ground rumbles some more, the dirt churning up, becoming soft and muddy, making the two begin to sink into the mire.
“Well, when in Rome,” Plankton says, sloshing over to his wife, grabbing her by the head and dunking her into the mud.
Karen whirls around in his grasp, her back to the ground, grappling and kicking him in another throw, sending him splashing into the muck.
He rises out of it, slick and shiny, and tackles her, burying them in the mess they made of the fields outside town.
But as they roll and kick and punch, striking sides and grappling necks, they don’t realize the true horror they’ve awoken.
From the depths of the ground, there launches up something massive, no, not huge, Big!
Its form is so colossal that it is terrifying beyond comprehension. No, there is a word that describes it perfectly. Scary!
And its fleshy form blots out the sky, a tubular thing, veiny and ringed. What could possibly describe such a horror? PINK!
The two fighters stare up at the shadow of the beast, Plankton’s head firmly in Karen’s grip, having gotten him in a choke hold. Her monitor displays a shocked exclamation point as she stares up at the creature before her.
Meanwhile, there is a fish wearing tubes in their nose and a tight bodysuit. They fall to their knees, crying out in rapturous glory. “It’s the Shai Hulud! The ALASKAN BULL WORM!”
“This does not compute!” Karen gasps. “Alaskan Bull Worms aren’t native to this tropical climate!”
“THis is what happens when you take an entire town and you push it somewhere else—the ecology gets all weird!”
The Bull Worm roars, falling down toward the two fighters.
“Honey,” says Plankton, rolling his shoulders. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“A small truce?” says Karen.
“Yes, I think that I, aaah!?”
Karen swipes at Plankton, and he ducks down. “What are you doing!?”
“This fight isn’t over just because we have a new obstacle in the way,” Karen says.
Plankton growls, throwing a punch to her stomach. This sends Karen stumbling back through the mud. As he continues the assault, hitting her stomach over and over and over again, he moves her forward.
This means the Worm does not hit the two directly when it crashes into the muddy ground. Instead, it hits right beside them, splashing tons of mud all over the place. This sends Plankton and Karen flying through the ocean.
“How about this?” Says Plankton. “Whoever lands on the ground first loses?”
“Is that how you want to go out?” says Karen.
“Frankly, a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant would have been lovely enough for me,” shrugs the giant Plankton.
“How very funny,” says Karen, spinning around, striking Plankton in the back of the head. This sends Plankton falling toward the ground further away from the town than the two have ever been.
But that’s when the ground erupts, and from within it, the Alaskan Bull Worm rises up, right to where Plankton was falling.
“Oh, this is gonna hurt,” groans the Destroyer.
Plankton falls, screaming as he approaches the maw of the Alaskan Bull Worm. What mighty feat might this mightily muscled man be able to pull off to prevent himself from finding himself as food for this fiend?
Nothing! He’s in a super-powered freefall. The laws of physics wouldn’t allow it!
So soon, the worm jumps up, the massive creature swallowing the Destroyer.
Or rather, it tried to swallow him.