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

Log 2

Going at a snail's pace I started changing.

I did manage to collect more information on this body. 18 years old, total dork, just lame in all directions.

She should be lucky I'm taking over.

That or extremely distraught.

Making my way downstairs I look at my dressed parents. Way over dressed.

“You ready to go?”

“No.”

“Great.”

Forced into the car, all I could do was glare out the window

— — —

Walking into the cafeteria, all the tables were pushed over to the side making room for all the parents and their children

Instantly my eyes connect to the face of Dib.

My smile brightened as I made my way over to him.

His honey brown pupils glanced over at me, “oh, Y/n.” he glanced around, “Zim still hasn't shown up. I can't wait to see this disaster” he grinned.

Psychotic looks hot on him-

“Mh” I hum in a small agreement.

He pauses, looking down at me. “I like your outfit.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well you only wear pajamas to school. So different is nice.”

Nodding my head, my brain instantly made the plan to wear outside clothes tomorrow.

I have problems, the main characters are cinnamon rolls to me, so they are literally my EVERYTHING.

A body bumped into me, causing my hips to bump against the punch table uncomfortably.

My eyes glance around seeing Zim face first in the back of my shirt.

I don't know how we always end up like this.

“Oh- hi Zim!” I greet happily.

He glances up at me normally before his face turned into a doward snarl.

See! He fucking hates me!

With a ‘hmph’ he side-stepped looking at the punch.

Lifting my hand, I gently patted his shoulder. “Have I done something that has made you mad?”

His eye contacts looked up at me, staring at my face. “Disgusting earth filth smell!” He growls out swooping a glass of punch.

Confused I raised my arm, sniffing under my armpit. “I don't smell an-”

An arm reaches around me, grabbing a cup of punch.

“Hello, Zim.” Dib grins wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Dib.” Zim answers looking at the contact.

“Dad, there's somebody I want you to meet. This is Zim. You know, the alien.”

My eyes glanced up seeing Prof. Membrane's face on a floating monitor. It hovers up closer to Zim.

“And what country is the little green boy from?” He asks, rubbing his chin.

Zim looks away, uninterested with the man, “Yes, yes, that's fascinating.” he scampers away, but returns and hits the bottom of Dib's cup of punch so that punch goes all over Dib's face.

Gaz sniggers along with me.

The tall male released me to deal with his… punch problems.

Professor membrane is literally the hottest. Like holy shit that man has prosthetic robot arms!