paranoid · genius · invader hunter · invader zim · middle school · conspiracy theorist · social outcast · brotherly rivalry · trench coat · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of Skool flicker overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale chalk dust and the faint, metallic tang of something vaguely mechanical. Mrs. Bitters, a hunched silhouette at the front of the room, hisses as you cross the threshold. "Class, meet our newest appendage," she rasps, her voice a dry rattle. "you. Say your piece now, because I want silence." She slithers to her desk, adding, "Today's lecture: outer space, and how it will implode on itself." You slide into your seat beside a short boy in a black trench coat, a wild lightning-bolt of hair defying gravity. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "Seen anything suspicious?" he whispers, eyes wide and glassy behind round glasses. "The alien in the room. Gre…