The first thing Dib felt when he woke up was a throbbing headache pulsing under his eyebrows, and the rest of his body felt numb. Groaning in displeasure, he tried to bring his hand to his head or even open his eyes, but everything felt so heavy... Like his bones and muscles had been replaced with lead.

He couldn't feel anything besides his headache at first. But as he came to, he realized he obviously wasn't in his bedroom. Not only that, but he wasn't even lying down but rather was sitting upright in some weird chair. It was kinda sticky feeling on his bare back... maybe it was leather.

As he tried to open his eyes again, he couldn't hold back a grunt as he forced the tired weary lids apart; only to be greeted by complete darkness. Even with glasses on, only black seemed to engulf him.

As he awoke, he became aware of the budding pain that began to grow from his rib cage. Soon, the pain blossomed out into the rest of his torso, through his guts, encircling them internally. In vain, he tried to curl up, only to feel some sort of restraint on his chest, and then a blinding fury of agony all throughout his body, he screamed out while flames seemed to lick at his insides.

"AWWWWWW FUCK! Ahhh, AAAAAAAAAHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!"

Trying to get his breathing under control, he felt the chair behind him begin to shift. He felt something wet sting his back. From behind he heard a strangely familiar hiss and moan of pain, then the strange chair abruptly lurched back, forcing another mass of furious agony for Dib. He screamed out again,

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH! Stop it! STOP IT! Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

He was only vaguely aware of another voice joining his that time in anguish, it was only when he stood straight again and some of the pain subsided, that his blood grew icy when he realized he wasn't sitting in a chair, but was leaned up and tied to something... someone... and he knew exactly whose pitiful voice moaned directly behind him.

"Uhhhhh, oh Irk... Oh my tallest, what's going on?"

"Zim?"

"D-dib? ... WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS HUMAN! I DEMAND THAT YOU RELEASE ZIM AT ONCE!"

"Zim, I have no idea what the hell's going-"

"NO! RELEASE ZIM! LET ZIM GO NOOWWW!"

"Zim, I-"

"NOOOOOWWWWWW! This isn't funny human! LET ME GOOOOOOOO!"

"ZIM! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS GOING ON! I'm just as much in the dark as you are-"

"NOOO! You LIE! YOU ALWAYS LIE!" As Zim jerked away again, both screamed out as their innards contorted and liquid stung their backs.

"ZIM! CAN YOU JUST SIT STILL?! You're hurting me too!" Finally the alien stopped fidgeting and Dib could feel the invader's chest heavily rise and fall behind him. Unfortunately, even that small movement brought a throbbing pain to Dib's chest. Trying not to sound scared, the alien asked,

"Where are we?"

"I don't know..."

"Why is Zim tied to the Dib?"

"I-I don't know Zim-"

"Why can't Zim see?"

"For fuck's sake Zim?! Do you think I'd-" Dib was interrupted mid-rant when a television suddenly burst to life out of the silent realm of darkness. It's loud static making both the Irken and human jump in surprise then hold back their tears of pain at the sudden involuntary movement. Finally the static broke to reveal a strange puppet. It had face length, greasy, black hair, a white pasty face, out of place red swirly cheeks, a stern jaw and cold dead eyes that bore into its victims.

The human felt prickles rise upon seeing the disturbing doll, those glass eyes seemed to pierce through his aching body and knife its way through his heart and claw at his very soul. The Irken, not feeling threatened by a little creepy doll, only growled at the alleged captor, narrowing his eyes into distrustful scrutiny.

When the puppet open its mouth, a chilling, deep voice echoed through the room. "Hello Zim. Hello Dib. You may no know me, but I know you. However, of all here in this room, you two by far know each other best." With perfect timing, spotlights exploded and shown onto the walls of the small chamber, decorated by thousands upon thousands of photos the two had taken over the years of spying. They ranged all the way from when Dib was 10, through the two's awkward Middle-Skool growth spurts, well into their High-Skool days. It was undeniable, that their entire life long collections of one another had been sloppily pinned upon the walls.

"You two have wasted your lives away playing this twisted game, forgetting your ideals and morals all for a sick charade. You obsess over one another, drawing in closer and closer, plotting, experimenting. You two have become so caught up in one another you have all but forgotten the real world. You have become trapped in one-another's poorly planned webs."

Upon those words, a spot light finally shined down onto the prisoners. Revealing the trap placed on upon them. The maddening shrieks of the Irken and Human shook the room. Tears pooled in the victims' eyes, as they looked down at the horrible, disturbing, grotesque trap entangling them together...

When Zim looked down, he could see several tubes weaving in and out of his skin, creating a maze of bumps and green blood on his once perfectly smooth green skin. And four sharp nubs pierced his chest and lower abdomen; upon further scrutiny, Zim realized in horror they were his own PAK legs.

And when Dib looked down, he saw the Irken's magenta Pak on his chest, four of the Pak legs opened and stabbing his chest and guts. Lumps of wire and piping seemed to bulge randomly under the young man's skin; weaving through his insides.

The Pak legs skewered the two and the Pak's inner wires wove through the victims' insides and outsides seemingly sewing them back to back. Blood, both red and green spilled down their backs and burned the Irken whenever either tried to move. They were infixed to each other by blood and alien machinery.

The recording of the puppet was courteous enough to wait a few minutes and let the prisoners scream in horror before continuing. "Tonight, I give you two the opportunity, to sever the chains that bind you to one another and greet the new day as a changed young Man and a changed young Irken. You have exactly five hours to undo your unhealthy chains to each other. Upon the fifth hour, with the dawn of a new day, this room will be locked forever and a fire will burn all the hatred and darkness left in this room... Either, work together to destroy your obsessions, or perish with along with all your "lives' work". Forgive or Damn. Live or die. You decide."

With that said, static filled the TV, and shut off, and on the opposite side of the room, a clock burst to life, reading 4:59:59.