Prompt 22- Band Aid

A/N: A bit weird...Hope you like!

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Seeing SpongeBob was not welcome on Plankton's agenda, for all sorts of reasons- but today, he was curious as to know why the poriferan was huddled up by the Krusty Krab window, hugging his left knee against his chest- only for him to move it away every so often.

Plankton would normally have ignored his behaviour- but the fact that SpongeBob was outside the Krusty Krab on a Sunday, when it was closed, was a little odd, even for the strange sponge kid.

The miniscule cyclops scurried over to the Krusty Krab to see what was going on- but as soon as SpongeBob saw him approaching, he stood up and ran to the doors in a defensive stance.

"Would you relax, you nimrod? I'm not stealing the formula today!" Plankton told the sponge defensively, holding up his hands in surrender. "I just came to see what you're doing- you were...um..." He pointed to SpongeBob's left knee.

The sponge frowned- before understanding lit up his face. "Oh, that- I'm just scared to take this off..." He removed his hand to reveal a band aid on his knee. "I need to take it off today...but I'm scared it will hurt!"

"SpongeBob, how do you think I feel- I get trod on, squashed and humiliated by Krabs and all of Bikini all the time!" The plankton reminded him, standing on SpongeBob's shoe.

"I guess..." The boy sighed, scooping Plankton into the palm of his hand gently. "I could use a friend to help me through this, but I can't find anyone..."

This gave Plankton an idea. It was a pretty lousy one, to be honest, but he decided to try it anyway. "I'll tell you what, SpongeBob- how about I help you remove that repulsive thing, if you steal the Krabby Patty formula for me in return!" He offered, holding out a hand.

"Never, Plankton!" SpongeBob declared bravely, hugging his left knee. "That would pain me more than removing this band aid!"

"Hm, I see- well, it wasn't my most evil plan, anyway. I have a more...college educated plan in mind."

Then, the little one eyed criminal hopped onto the sponge's knee, dug his hands under the band aid, and yanked it off in one rip.

"OW!" the fry cook yelped in protest, tears of pain pouring down his face. "That hurt..." He blubbered.

Plankton rolled his eye. "Well, if you're done with the tears, I'm going to take Spot to the park." He announced, drolly, causing his frenemy to wipe his tears away with a sniffle.

"Mind if I come with you, Plankton? It's much more fun taking pets for walks with a friend- plus, I need to walk Gary anyway."

"...fine..."

"Great-come on, I'll take you both back to mine and we'll get ready!" SpongeBob enthused.

"Okay, whatever...Spot!" The little amoeba ran out, barking happily. "Slight change of plan, Spot- SpongeBob and his snail Gary's coming with us, and we're going to his to get Gary."

Spot barked.

"Okay, we're ready..." Plankton sighed.

SpongeBob placed both safely on his shoulder and they headed off to 124 Conch Street to start their walk.