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In one of their fights, Zim somehow ended up unconscious. Dib took advantage of the moment and used his questionable handcuffs he bought online, which had the ability to put beings from other planets, or simply aliens, to sleep.
He placed the handcuffs on Zim's small, delicate wrists while Zim was still unconscious. Now under the control of the handcuffs, there was no way he could wake up unless the handcuffs turned out to be a fraud...
Dib took Zim home. The sun was still in the sky, but they were in a sparsely populated area, so he didn’t worry about being seen. Successfully, Zim was now on a metal gurney in Dib’s room.
(I assume Dib’s house is very high-tech and has such equipment because his dad is a scientist and builds such things, so it makes sense for the gurney to appear in the middle of Dib’s room with some mechanism to make it retract or appear as Dib wishes.)
Dib removed one of Zim’s hands from the handcuffs and used the available cuff hole to secure Zim to the gurney so that if he woke up, he wouldn’t be able to escape.
He took the chair that was in front of his computer and moved it closer to the gurney. It would be more comfortable to sit during the vivisection procedure he had planned for Zim.
Dib adjusted the chair's height to be comfortably level with the gurney and decided to start with something simple: removing Zim’s disguise. First, he pulled forcefully on Zim’s wig, though he quickly realized that the force was unnecessary since the wig wasn’t even properly attached. How did the wig never fly off? That didn’t matter now; he had a task at hand. He needed to remove the rest. He slid his hand over Zim’s clothing, looking for any buttons or ways to remove the Irken uniform Zim wore, but found none. Removing it like a regular shirt wasn’t an option, as the neck hole of the uniform was much smaller than Zim’s head and didn’t seem to stretch, so he decided to cut it with a scalpel. Now, he needed to begin the investigation,
He had in mind was Zim’s insides: what would his organs be like, or what exactly was that “squeedily Spooch” Zim once mentioned? He had his own theories, but nothing would be better than to check it himself. He stood up from the chair and looked for his knife kit (knives, scalpels, exacto blades, etc.) in one of his drawers, as he liked to be prepared for situations like this. Afterward, he returned to the chair and leaned back over Zim. He carefully held the scalpel he had taken and slid it across Zim’s clothing. He knew Zim’s uniform was resistant, as even after several fights in a day, his uniform remained intact with no scratches, while his own always needed mending or patches. The scalpel didn’t cut through Zim’s clothing, so Dib decided to use more force. He managed to create a small opening and used it as a base to tear the uniform completely from Zim’s neck to the waist where the uniform ended. He set the scalpel aside once the uniform was split in half and pulled it away, allowing him to see almost the entire alien. It was then that he noticed several things.
One of them was that his chest was completely smooth—quite logical since Zim wasn’t a mammal and didn’t have a belly button. Irkens weren’t raised the same way humans were. Well, more information for his research.
Dib decided to touch Zim a bit. He already knew what Zim’s skin was like from their previous fights, but he was still curious.
He put the scalpel away in his coat pocket (better to keep it away from Zim in case he woke up).
With his hands free, Dib leaned back over Zim and slowly pressed his hand where he presumed Zim’s sternum was. Zim’s skin was soft but cold. It made Dib think of two things: lizards and insects.
Zim’s skin had a kind of velvet texture that reminded him of the fur insects seemed to have, and because of his cold blood, he thought of insects and reptiles, both for the cold blood and his tongue, which seemed like a kind of forked tongue.
He did nothing for a few seconds, simply touching the skin until he decided it was enough and that he should start with what brought him here: the vivisection. He reached into his coat pocket and took out the scalpel.
He didn’t want to inflict a fatal wound or make a mess, so he decided not to do anything crazy for the moment. Dib thought for a few seconds and decided it wasn’t the time yet. There were other things he wanted to find out about Zim. He thought for a moment… He definitely wasn’t regretting this.
“THE GLOVES”
Dib turned his gaze from Zim’s body to his hands. Zim was wearing black gloves similar to latex gloves but with a different texture. Dib thought he had never seen Zim’s hands, so he decided to remove the gloves.
With one hand, he held the free part of the glove on Zim’s arm, and with the other, he slid the glove off. Zim’s hand was revealed to Dib, who simply looked, not surprised by what he saw.
There were three fingers (nothing new), but somehow the fingers deformed into a strange claw-like structure. Dib held Zim’s hand (or claw) as if it were a cat’s paw since it was much furrier than the rest of his arm. It almost looked like a cat’s paw but without the pads and without the ability to retract the claws. Dib stared for a good minute, then released Zim’s hand and simply continued to gaze at the strange being. He had to continue with what he started, but for some reason, the initial excitement and courage had disappeared. Still, he didn’t want to leave this unfinished. He decided to continue, though his conscience told him not to.