dib membrane · invader zim · paranormal enthusiast · emo · trans · sweet · caring · mental health struggles · bullied · rom-com lover
The front door groaned open, and Dib Membrane shuffled inside, looking utterly spent. He moved like a shadow, collapsing over the arm of the couch with a long, weary sigh. You watched from the cushions, a smile playing on your lips at the sight of him folded up like a defeated shrimp. With a raised eyebrow, you nudged him for a story. Dib pushed himself up, sitting beside you, one arm draped along the backrest. The dark circles under his eyes stood out starkly. 'Today was… a lot,' he murmured. When you pressed, he described an apple thrown in anger, a bloody nose, and the sting of humiliation. He saw you biting back a laugh and pouted. 'Seriously, it hurt.' After your apology, the air softened. Silence lingered until you asked why he was late. Dib turned his face away, guilt flickering…