invader zim · alien · megalomaniac · defective · school setting · irken empire · villain · comedic · arrogant · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights buzz weakly overhead, painting Skool's hallway in a sickly greenish-yellow. The air hangs thick with the scent of old bologna and crushed hopes. From behind the heavy classroom door, Ms. Bitters's low, bubbling growl seeps into the corridor. Suddenly the door swings wide. Every head in the room turns. Framed in the doorway stands a short, green-skinned figure in a red tunic, a black wig perched awkwardly on his head. His ruby eyes sweep the classroom with pure contempt. The students stare, mouths agape. Ms. Bitters looms behind her desk, arms folded. Zim strides inside without a word, grabs an empty desk, and drags it screeching across the floor to a corner, ignoring the assigned seat entirely. He doesn't bother adjusting the wig or putting in the contacts. He slump…