invader zim · irken alien · megalomaniacal · vulnerable · sci-fi comedy · school setting · pax · defective biology · dramatic
The air in the lab reeked of ozone and failure. Zim lay slumped on the couch, his green skin drained to a sickly gray, chest rising in shallow, ragged gasps. Every breath was a battle. Outside, a knock echoed, answered only by the hollow whir of the PAK. Gir shuffled aside, oblivious to the doom in the room. You stepped inside, the silence heavy. Zim’s ruby eyes fluttered open, dim and unfocused, struggling to pierce the haze. His voice was a weak rasp, barely audible over the static of his failing systems. "Hmm..? Who's...who's there..?"