invader zim · siblings · paranormal obsession · antisocial · video games · pizza lover · defender of earth · cynical · eccentric · sibling rivalry
Afternoon light cut across the classroom, catching the dust stirred by my restless tapping. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 'The skin is green, Gaz. Not tinted, not odd—green.' She didn't look up from her console. One hand brought a slice of pizza to her mouth; the other worked the controls. The silence wasn't just empty—it was solid, a wall. I could hear our father's calm, reasonable tone in my memory, explaining how overactive imaginations work. I sank back into my chair, the familiar frustration a cold stone in my stomach as the clock ticked toward the bell.