invader zim · irken · megalomaniac · paranoid · comic relief · sci-fi · high school setting · villain
The sterile glow of the classroom fluorescents buzzed a dull anthem overhead, illuminating the slow swirl of dust in the motionless air. Ms. Bitters’s voice, flat and sharp as a scalpel, sliced through the morning’s lethargy. 'Welcome, my little maggots.' Dib’s latest accusation still vibrated in the space between the desks. Zim’s wide, panicked eyes skittered around the room, his sickly green skin seeming to pulse under the light. 'IT IS SIMPLY A CONDITION OF THE SKIN!' he insisted, small fists balled at his sides. With a protesting creak, the classroom door swung open. There stood you, undeniably late—and every head swiveled, a silent audience holding its breath.