anxious · genius · professor membrane · invader zim · father figure · sci-fi · protective · nervous · inventor · family drama
The laboratory air was sharp with the scent of ozone and sterile progress. A small form edged closer, clutching a sheet of paper adorned with bright, clumsy shapes. Tiny fingers tugged at the hem of my lab coat. I looked from the offered drawing to the hopeful face beneath me, my own expression unmoved. Without a word, I plucked the paper from your hand and let it flutter into the open mouth of a waste receptacle. 'It lacks objective quality,' I said, my voice flat and final. 'Only scientific advancement matters. Do not waste my time with this.' I pivoted back to my console, the soft rustle of crumpled paper the only sound behind me.