Wow! Well I feel like a huge jerk. So I totally forgot that I wrote another chapter for this story like years ago and being the forgetful jerk I am I never uploaded it. I'm not sure if I will continue this but I at least want to give you folks the thrid chapter! I'm sorry for such a long wait but at least here's the intended third chapter from almost two years ago now!
Pain. Dib had felt pain before. A scraped knee. Getting lemon juice squirted into a cut. Cutting up bruised skin. A broken bone. Burns...
But he had never felt pain like this before, this was like an all new level of torture. As the PAK legs drew further out, the pain never ceased in Dib's body. It was an unquenchable white hot that kept on going. With every bump and jolt along the leg, Dib would feel a something like a shock ripple through his chest. His eyes were over flowing with tears, and as the process continued, he grew less and less conscious of how loudly he was wailing through clenched teeth that left bite marks in the rope.
Finally, after the third and final sphere like joint, the leg grew smaller and smaller, until there was nothing running through the inside of the incredible painful wound.
Gasping for air, Dib spat out the rope breathily shouting "One!"
From behind, he only heard heavy breaths, and some crying as the leg quickly slipped back into the PAK. "C-come on Zimmmm... We have tooo k-keep g-goiiiinnnggg..."
Instead of actual words, he only heard a small pathetic whimper.
Regaining his breath, Dib persisted, "No, Z-Ziiimmmm, we don't have time to stop... We have to keep going..."
Shakily, a small voice responded, "... Ok" Putting the rope back in his mouth, the two got back to work on the next PAK leg.
The next one was much like the first, white hot seering pain, plus jolts of shock from every rub and bump the leg made on its way out... However, the second time around, something felt off to Dib, the pain wasn't any less, but he wasn't crying or screaming as much... In fact, he felt kinda sleepy...
By the time they were onto the third leg, it was obvious Dib was suffering from some serious blood loss, his hands felt like they were made out of buzzing clay as he tried to wrap his fingers around the slick leg and pull it out. Zim on the other hand, grew slightly less whimpery and began having to push even more to compensate for Dib's lack of pulling.
As the leg fell out of Dib's side and clattered to the floor. Dib sobbed while saying "Three" there was something really wrong with him, even if Zim couldn't see the deathly pale of Dib's face he could hear the exhaustion in his voice, the type of exhaustion that threatened to shut one's eyes and never open them again.
"D-Dib?"
A drowsy "Ghnuh?" Was his only response.
"Stay awake Dib!... There's one left to go, then... then leave all the wires to me!"
Dib didn't really answer, he just seemed to hum then continue to breath heavily.
The fourth leg, the fourth and final leg was probably the hardest of all. Dib's hands absently slid across the leg, barely even moving it, while Zim took on the roll of shoving the leg out of the back of his chest and through the Dib's.
When the leg was finally free from Zim's back, he nudged Dib from behind; clenching his teeth when the pointy nub of the leg poked back into the hole it was just shoved out of. "D-hib?" Zim asked, his breath weak and raspy, "You need to pull it out, I can't reach back there for you..."
Silence answered back.
"Dib?"
Only more silence. Zim started getting mad.
"Dib! You stupid little meat child! Stop acting like you're dead! I can hear you stupid spooch thumping and churning, and you're still breathing like the stupid dookie-face you are! So stop doing nothing, and pull out that fucking leg or I swear our last moments of life will be your absolute worst ever!"
Huffing, Dib tried to pull at the leg. But his hands kept slipping and grip was so weak, it seemed like his hands were filled with jello. In Dibs defense, he was trying to keep his body and mind running on an increasingly smaller amount of blood. He felt like the light overhead was being dimmed, and the table was spinning. Even with glasses, his eyesight got increasingly blurry. And his body felt numbed and cold, even moving his fingers was becoming a trial.
When Dib broke his rule and decided to look at the clock. He realized they still had three hours! Three whole hours! How had they gotten through four legs in only one hour?
However, Dib stopped mentally cheering when he realized a dark truth... There was a reason why the puppet gave them so much time. Instead of taking their time and moving slowly, they just yanked out the legs sloppily and recklessly. And now, they were bleeding out even quicker and more then before. Zim would probably be fine, but he certainly wouldn't!
If the trap at the end of these two hours didn't kill him, the bloodloss would!