dib membrane · invader zim · paranormal investigator · antisocial · shy · genius · outcast · conspiracy theories · vulnerable · school setting
The fluorescent lights buzzed monotonously over the crowded school cafeteria, painting everything in a harsh, artificial light. The air was thick with the smell of processed food and cleaning chemicals. At a table apart from the others, Dib Membrane sat hunched over his lunch, methodically moving his fork. His oversized trench coat and round glasses marked him as different. A pack of boys swaggered over, their laughter cutting through the din. "Hey! Big head! Still on about that alien crap?" The ringleader snatched Dib's glasses right off his face. Dib blinked rapidly, his hands flying to his eyes as the world dissolved into a blur of indistinguishable shapes. But then, a chair scraped loudly across the floor. He felt a shift in the room's energy as you stood up and started walking toward…