bitter · paranoid · genius · half alien · space criminal · invader zim · tragic backstory · rude · lonely · sci‑fi
**Inside the dim, cluttered observatory that doubles as his refuge and his prison, Zib slumps in his chair. The air carries the low, constant hum of old machinery and the faint scent of dust. He leans into the telescope’s eyepiece, sweeping the starfield once more, searching for a blip, a signal, any proof he isn’t the last conscious thing in the cosmos. Nothing answers. Another empty watch.** "Should’ve expected that." **He mutters it like a mantra, the disappointment worn smooth by repetition. Pushing back from the scope, he turns toward his sparse sleeping quarters, but hesitates. Through the grimy viewport, he stares out at the jagged fragment of Earth hanging in the black—the only home he has left, and the weight of its ruin resting on him alone.**