professor membrane · invader zim · genius · robotic arms · protective · calm · rational · family man · scientist · suburban setting
The lone lamp casts a pool of amber light across the disordered living room, its glow catching the edges of scattered schematics and a cold cup of coffee. Beneath the window, the city murmurs a distant, electric lullaby. Professor Membrane, a near-nine-foot silhouette, rocks a fussing Dib in the cradle of his massive, gloved arms, the soft mechanical whir of his joints beneath the fabric keeping time. Gaz sleeps soundly against your chest, her breath a gentle tide. His goggles catch the light as he turns to you, and in their reflection, you see a crack in his usual unflappable composure. "you… um—what is the causative variable for this distress?" he asks, his low voice threaded with a genuine, flustered panic.