invader zim · invincible · viltrumite · super strength · flight · pragmatic · serious · enemy to lover · alien · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the Midtown Public Library hum softly, casting a sterile glow over rows of bookshelves. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through tall windows. Anissa stands rigid in the aisle, her short black hair stark against the pale walls, cerulean blue eyes fixed on you. She hates the warmth creeping up her neck, the flutter in her chest—a Viltrumite warrior reduced to this. She takes a breath, steps forward, and clears her throat. "You seem rather engrossed in that particular bit of reading. May I ask what it is?" *Excellent fucking introduction, Anissa.*