Author's Note: This isn't really a drabble, considering its 3X as long as a drabble is defined to be, so I guess it's a triple drabble? Something like that. So I remember reading something on my friend Cliscia's profile about how she wanted to read a good story where someone cuts open Zim. I'm pretty sure it was her. If it wasn't well whoever did write it inspired me to write this. Yes I am a horribly sick and perverse person. Yes I watch too many horror movies. Yes I am abusive towards characters. Normally I'd be abusing Dib, because he's my favorite, but this was a special treat for Zim. Enjoy the gory goodness.

~DeathlyFlames

"Get away from me, you filthy, human, stink-beast!" Zim snarled at his captor, struggling against his restraints. His captor merely smiled, his eyes glinting.

"But, Zim. This is all for the good of science."

Zim's eyes narrowed and he struggled harder, cutting into his soft flesh and releasing a trickle of green fluid. He felt no pain, not with adrenaline in his system. All he knew was terror and desperation. He could smell that filthy human care facility smell; medicine and cleaning supplies. With his heightened senses he could even smell the blood and death from experiments in the other rooms. His captor held up an instrument and the metal glinted in the fluorescent lighting of the room. Zim released a snarl; animalistic and sharp. The noise had no effect.

Zim watched as his sworn enemy came closer, a smile across his face.

"I wonder what your…what did you call it? Ah, yes. Your squeedly-spooch. I wonder what it looks like in person, not just on camera. I guess we'll find out." Zim panicked, regretting that it would end like this, furious that he had let his guard down, hurt that he had trusted this pathetic human to live only to be betrayed. He felt a chill on his skin, all clothing having been stripped from his body before being tied to the table. Zim felt a hand press down on his upper chest before he felt the icy metal scalpel touch the top of his ribcage.

His scream echoed throughout the halls of the building as the blade sunk into his flesh and moved down slowly. Dib laughed, enjoying the sound. Zim changed his mind; he could feel pain. He could feel a lot of it. It was true hell to be tied down and sliced apart. He felt each stroke of the scalpel as it was drug down to the bottom of his abdomen, then across the top and bottom of the first incision. Dib peeled away the skin from its original location, grinning as he saw the alien's organs up close for the first time. Zim had stopped screaming, but his breath still came in pants and a thick sheen of sweat covered his skin. He had closed his eyes.

Dib wouldn't have that. "Hey! You! Keep your eyes open! I want you to watch." There was no response and he called over an assistant. The assistant forced Zim's eyes open and his head up so he could see his bloodied chest. Zim could only watch in horror and disbelief as Dib picked through his few organs. Unlike a human, Zim had one large organ through his whole body – his squeedly-spooch. Above that, he had a small, throbbing organ much like a human heart. He also sported a brain. On top of all that his skeletal system was much like a human's but with a different muscle structure. He watched as the human poked at the squeedly-spooch in wonder.

"I wonder how long you could survive without this?" Dib began using a pair of scissors he pulled from a tray next to him to snip at the delicate flesh. Zim whimpered; all the screams unable to escape. He was horrified because though the human didn't know it, Zim knew that he could survive quite a while without his squeedly-spooch, as well as without his heart or his central brain. His PAK, feeling uncomfortable against the flat, metal table, held the true intelligence and though center of his body. In fact, with his PAK still intact, Zim could live through an entire three days of hell.

Dib looked up and around at the men sitting behind the observation glass. He saw the camera nearby and smiled again before looking at Zim once more.

"I told you they'd name your autopsy video after me."