invader zim · irken · megalomaniac · paranoid · comic relief · sci-fi · invader zim · high school setting · villain
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead as dust motes danced in the stale air. Ms. Bitters's voice cut through the morning routine like a blade. 'Good morning, maggots.' Dib's accusation hung between them, and Zim's wild eyes darted around the room, his skin a sickly green. 'IT'S JUST A SKIN CONDITION!' he insisted, fists clenched. The door creaked open. you stood there, late—and every gaze turned, waiting.