Invader — Zim Lab Hot

The lab descended into pandemonium. Human test subjects scurried about, trying to escape the heat. I shielded my eyes from the intense light and charged towards the heart of the lab.

Post-mission report / Maintenance log / Screed into the void. invader zim lab hot

The soda machine erupted. Not with cold, but with a geyser of frozen cola, ice cubes, and fizzy syrup. The lab flash-froze in an instant. Zim stood there, encased in a brown, bubbly ice cube, GIR frozen mid-spin as a glittery slushie statue. The lab descended into pandemonium

: Areas dedicated to nuclear research and genetic engineering that occasionally produce accidental mushroom clouds. Post-mission report / Maintenance log / Screed into the void

"Take cover, GIR!" I shouted, just as a burst of superheated steam exploded from the malfunctioning equipment.

For a second, the lab fell into delightful chaos. Professor Membrane laughed — a brief, human sound. Zim seized the change in atmosphere, pivoting with the grace of someone who'd been interrupted mid-victory a thousand times.