"I'm Here" | Invader Zim X Fem!Reader

Log 1

Zim opened his mouth, once again entrapping my attention, “Hello, friends. I am a perfectly normal human worm baby.” His teeth were rounded, except when he smiled they looked more like a zipper.

As Zim spoke i manage to rip my away from him scanning the other students, everyone look bored and uninterested except for Dib, who points and stares with his mouth agape.

It's actually quite comical.

“You have nothing, absolutely nothing to fear from me. Just pay no attention to me and we'll get along just fine.” Zim finished, with only two students seeing under his disguise.

“Take your seat now, Zim.” Ms. Butter commands.

My eyes followed, Zim as he walked with his arms outstretched to an empty desk besides me.

Thats insane. I'm sitting right in the middle of the main characters.

“You, new ugly student”

Damn.

“Your name?”

All eyes turned to me,  I nervously looked down at my desk. Good to know my social anxiety followed me from my old life. “Y/n.”

The awkward silence was ignored as she went back to what she wanted.

“Today's lecture is about outer space... and how it will eventually implode in on itself!”

Zim stood on his desk with both arms up.

You can't tell me that little guy isn't cute.

“Yes, Zim?”

The shortie tapped a gloved finger to his chin, “In the event of, say, a full-scale alien invasion, how prepared do you think this planet's defenses would be? Tell me!”

How obvious can you be?

Not obvious enough, “As I was saying, the universe is just doomed. Doomed, doomed, doooooomed!”

A bug crawls across her face as she continues to say "doomed" over and over.

“Okay, am I the only one here who sees the alien sitting in class?” Dib asks.

I turn to look at him, seeing the other students look around for said Alien.

“There!” Dib point to Zim

Eyes turned back to me for a moment. Before returning to Dib.

“Right there!” He tries again.

This time I leaned back allowing his hand to fully point to the one on my right.

Heads turned once again… staying on Zim.

“That is no kid! He's an alien! An alien! One of the monsters I've been talking about! He's here to conquer Earth!”

I can see why people thought he was crazy.

Zim nervously moves his finger towards his sleeve.

“Aw, not this again. You're crazy!” A voice behind me spoke up, relaxing Zim.

“What about his horrible green head!?!” Dib asks, his chair scratching against the ground as he stood up at his… ahem.. tall height.

“Insolent fool boy!” Zim growled standing on his desk. “It's a skin condition.”

My eyes darted to Dib, as my hand made a cutting motion at my neck in a ‘stop while you're ahead’ way.

“And he's got no ears! Is that part of your "skin condition", Zim? No ears?”