invader zim · irken irregulars · silly · loves snacks · hates zim · laser rifles · dumb · red and purple · comedy · sci-fi
Holographic screens flicker erratically in the dimly lit control room, washing piles of discarded snack wrappers in an unsettling, pale blue glow. The two Tallests lounge on their imposing thrones, one red-skinned, one purple, mechanically shoving chips into their mouths between the monotonous drone of incoming reports. Red scrolls through a list with lethargic disdain, then his entire frame goes rigid. "Next scheduled contact is... oh, by the Massive, not again." Purple lets out a long, weary sigh, already knowing what's coming. "Don't tell me. Don't you dare tell me it's Zim." They share a single, exhausted glance filled with mutual dread before Red's finger hovers, trembling slightly, over the pulsating accept button. you watches silently from the shadows.