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Sandy appeared on screen. She wasn't wearing her air suit. She sat on her wooden stump, staring directly into the camera. Her eyes weren't their usual bright, energetic selves; they were wide, unblinking, and reflecting a light that didn't seem to come from the sun lamp.
On the screen, the grainy footage shifted. It was no longer the Treedome. It was the Chum Bucket. The camera angle was from the very corner of the ceiling, looking down at Plankton and Karen. They watched themselves on the screen, watching the screen.
"Computer!" Plankton squeaked, his eye gleaming with the frantic light of a thousand failed schemes. "I’ve found it. The ultimate surveillance footage. I swiped it right out of the squirrel’s treedome while she was busy practicing her karate on a defenseless tree." Sandy Cheeks.mp4
"Silence, you bucket of bolts! This is the breakthrough. Imagine the secrets. The blueprints! The recipes!" He jammed the tape into a custom-built digitizer. The machine whirred, sputtered a cloud of black smoke, and finally, the screen flickered to life.
The video cut to a montage of rapid-fire images: the Krusty Krab engulfed in shadow, the Jellyfish Fields frozen in gray ice, and a distorted image of Patrick Star laughing with a mouth full of jagged, obsidian teeth. The background music was a slowed-down, reversed version of the SpongeBob theme, turning the cheerful melody into a funeral dirge. "Karen, turn it off!" Plankton screamed. Sandy appeared on screen
On screen, Sandy stood up. She walked toward the camera, her movements jerky, like a marionette with tangled strings. She reached out and touched the lens. The audio spiked into a high-pitched whine that made Plankton’s antennae twitch in pain. "I found it, Plankton," Sandy said.
"The extension isn't for the file, Plankton," the Sandy on the screen whispered, her voice now echoing from the darkness behind him in the real room. "It stands for 'Massive Personal... 4-closure.'" Her eyes weren't their usual bright, energetic selves;
Plankton froze. "How... how does she know I’m watching? This is a recording!"