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mallickscottshusband · 15 days ago

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When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other

summary; The traps come back to Milburn, Bobby and Mallick are put in one together

word count; 1.2k

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warnings; MCD

a/n; my friend shot me 87 times for writing this, do with that what you must (i also realize if you’re not in the rp server you probably are a little lost, but it’s ok!)

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Lawrence Gordon, the oncologist turned Jigsaw apprentice, found himself with the survivors and people who had died in Milburn. All was calm, quiet, but it was too quiet. The games started again. Give a man too much free time and he builds Jigsaw traps. First it was Peter Strahm, sleeping with the man who killed him? Shameful. He was willing to get hurt again for the pleasure Mark Hoffman brought him. Lawrence looked down on the special agent. Now it was time for Bobby Dagen and Mallick Scott. Mallick was dating a liar, and Bobby kept the lie up even after he was already tested. Pathetic. Part of Lawrence wondered what Diana would think of what he did while he set up the games, the other part knew she couldn’t understand. He messaged Bobby, giving some bullshit excuse to meet at the hospital.

Mallick wore his normal clothes, worn down jeans with mysterious stains on them and a long sleeve shirt. He was used to short sleeves with Bobby, but he had only texted Lawrence, he wasn’t that open about his scars. Bobby wore nice jeans with a t-shirt and one of Mallicks jackets. Mallick was nervous as usual, biting his thumb. Bobby rest a hand over his thigh as they drove “He probably got in contact with Doctor Lynn for the baby” He spoke to reassure Mallick. When they arrived at the hospital they saw Lawrence standing at the doors, a smile as he watched them park. They got out and went inside the hospital, Lawrence following behind. Then the needles came. Two vials of some kind of drug, both stabbed into each one of their necks. They were out on the cold floor before they could process what happened.

When Mallick woke up he heard the familiar whir of saws, smell rust, feel his sweat. No. No he wasn’t back here. It was another episode, it had to be. He sat up, looking around and immediately seeing Bobby “Fuck!” He yelled, hands going into his hair. He was back. Again. He kneeled on the floor over Bobby, shaking him. He was panicked, biting his lip, ignoring the blood that fell. When Bobby woke up Mallick let out a sigh of relief, at least he was okay. For now. He tried to get out words, explain what was going on, but he just sat wide mouthed. Bobby sat up, grabbing Mallick right as a tape started playing.

“Bobby, despite being tested before, despite losing your wife, you still lie. You’re a fraud. Mallick, you know he is a liar, you know how many people he harmed by lying, yet you still stay with him. The human body contains ten pints of blood, yet it is still able to operate with just half. But Mallick knows that doesn’t he? The device before you is one of sacrifice. In order to open the door, the beaker must be filled to the marked level, a level that is of no coincidence. This amount can come from any one of you. In 15 minutes, if the beaker is not filled, the bombs will explode and the door will be sealed forever. So now I ask you: How much blood will you give in order to survive again?”

Mallick stood up, pacing the cage table with his hands in his hair. He could die, Bobby could get out, it’d be fine. Bobby would live. Two tourniquets laid on the cage table. Funny. Hilarious even. It was better than nothing. Mallick rolled his sleeve up and kneeled beside Bobby “Tighten it” He spoke, anxious. Bobby just stared up at Mallick with shock “Are you serious? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Mallick tensed, pausing before nodding “I’ll do it, I’ll give my blood and you can go..” Bobby held Mallicks hand, shaking his head as a tear fell “No Mal, I’m not letting you die. You’ve done this with Brit before, I can do it with you” Mallick didn’t want to die, Bobby didn’t want Mallick to die, nobody wanted to die.

Mallick grabbed the other tourniquet and tied it around Bobby’s arm “Now tighten mine” He paused “Please” And Bobby did. Mallick helped him up, walking over to the cage table. Mallick slid his unscarred arm into the cage, pushing it into the blade before Bobby was able to, making sure he gave even just a bit more blood than Bobby did. Even if it was two drops, it gave Bobby a better chance. Bobby saw and put his arm in, letting out a cry as he held Mallicks other hand. Mallick could remember everything about the first game he was in, how the bombs smelt, how loud the doors were, the tightness around his neck from the collar, and the pain. He swore he could remember how bad it was sawing his arm him half, yet this? It felt worse. A million times worse. He gripped Bobby’s hand tighter, holding it over the cage table. He kept mumbling to himself, trying to reassure they’d be okay, Bobby would be okay. It wasn’t working well.

Mallick pushed his arm in further, Bobby only to his wrist. Mallick didn’t care, he just wanted out. He wanted to go home, hold Bobby again. Or let Bobby go home, hold his jacket while his body stayed there. Bobby’s cries of pain kept snapping Mallick back into zone, his hand tightening against the other man’s. “It’ll…We’ll be okay-“ He lied through his teeth. They couldn’t be okay after losing half their blood, they couldn’t be okay with their arms split in half. They wouldn’t be okay, not anytime soon. The time was running out, and they only had eight pints. Bobby pushed his arm in further, yelling out, his fingernails piercing Mallicks hand from how tight he gripped.

Three minutes left. The saws stopped, Mallick sliding down to the floor like he had years before with Brit, now with Bobby. The door unlocked, and pushed open slightly. Bobby grabbed Mallick, hoisting his arm over his shoulder and walked out, panting as his blood soaked his clothes. The more Bobby walked the more exhausted he became, blood loss hitting him. He needed to get Mallick help though. Then he realized he didn’t know where he could go. Lawrence? He wasn’t insane. He hadn’t seen Doctor Lynn before, he didn’t know what to do. He just had to get home, he could figure it out then. Bobby pushed the door open only to see a woman standing there, anxious with a box in her hands. “Oh god…” She mumbled as she saw the two. “Get back inside I need to stitch you up. Especially him” She looked to Mallick, pale as paper, with his wound higher than before. Bobby held a towel over his arm as the woman stitched up Mallicks arm, anxiety filled him as he watched. Then it was Bobby’s turn. He winced at every touch to his arm, trying to ignore it. The woman helped Bobby carry Mallick to his car “Let me take you two home..rest up please” She got into the front seat, let Bobby get in the passenger side and took them back to their shared home. The woman helped Bobby take Mallick to bed “I’m Doctor Lynn, call me if anything happens” She didn’t say a word about the game, nothing. She just left.

Bobby laid his head on Mallicks chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. He broke down into tears, holding Mallicks hand to his face. He cried himself to sleep, only waking up late at night when he had to use the bathroom. When he came back he laid his head back on Mallicks chest. There was nothing. No rise, no beat, there wasn’t a sound.

#sawposting #saw #saw franchise #saw movies #scarshipping #bobby dagen x mallick scott #bobby dagen #mallick scott #saw 5 #saw 3d #saw v #saw 7 #main character death

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mallickscottshusband · 1 month ago

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Save me

summary: Mallick overdoses and Bobby helps him back

word count: 688

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warnings: drug use, overdose, heavy angst

a/n: based on my au where everyone who died / was involved in a trap comes back to a town they cant escape guys i love them

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Mallick paced his apartment, hands in his hair as he was finally calming down. He had blocked Bobby earlier when he first got high, afraid that he would get angry with him and leave. He couldn’t leave if Mallick did it first. He wondered if Bobby called, maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. He grabbed another small bottle of morphine that he stole from the hospital, taking it and injecting his other arm. He hated himself. Mallick wished he was dead, he wished he died after his attempts, he wished he died after the trap, he wished he died in the trap, he wished he died in the fire, he wished he died of the overdose in college. He hated himself for ruining Bobby’s life. He survived his trap and ended up in a stupid town with no way out and Mallick goes for him. The man was married for fucks sake.

Mallick laid on his couch, arm falling off, his finger tips touching his carpet. He grabbed his phone and unblocked Bobby, pressing the call button with shaky hands. He bit his lip while he waited for an answer, too drugged up to realize he was bleeding. When Bobby answered he was worried, the hum of an engine heard behind his voice. “Mal, what the hell happened?! I couldn’t get ahold of you, I was worried sick” Mallick grumbled “Can you come pick me up…I’m tired Bobby” Bobby was already well on his way to Mallicks apartment “What do you need, Mal? I’m on the way I’ll bring you whatever you need”

Mallick groaned, his breathing slow and he felt like puking. He sat up and caught sight of the blue undertones of his nails. “I need you to go to the hospital..” He paused, trying to catch his breath “Narcan” He managed out. Bobby froze, foot still on the gas pedal. If he was in the real world he would’ve crashed into people, but nobody was on the road. He quickly sped to the hospital, getting out before his car even finished stopping. He rushed inside, digging around everywhere till he found it. He shoved the Narcan into his pocket and got back into his car, speeding to Mallicks apartment. He didn’t bother parking nicely, didn’t bother shutting his door, just going into Mallicks apartment.

Mallick laid on the couch clutching his stomach, his lips blue along with his nailbeds, the makeshift tourniquet still wrapped around his bicep, and his eyes were closed. His chest was barely rising. Bobby kneeled in front of the couch “God damnit Mallick…” He shook him, not wanting to waste the Narcan. The moment he noticed Mallicks chest stopped rising he ripped the package open, puffing the contents in each of his nostrils “Come on come on…don’t die on me Mal..”

When Mallick took a breath Bobby let out a sigh of relief, until Mallick puked right onto the floor beside him. Bobby pulled him down and held him as the other sobbed, apologizing “It’s okay…it’s okay Mallick…you’re okay” He rocked with him as he held a hand in his hair, not caring about the vomit from Mallicks mouth getting on his freshly clean shirt. He didn’t care about Mallick vomiting period. He cared that Mallick was alive.

Bobby carried Mallick to his bed, putting a trashcan beside him “I’m gonna go clean, you rest up” He spoke gently, pushing Mallicks hair out his face. He got up and took off his shirt, setting it aside in a laundry pile. He dug around and found something to clean the vomit with.

An hour and some scrubbing later, the carpet was clean. He put everything he used up, minus towels which went in the laundry pile. He went to Mallicks room, seeing him sweating and holding his stomach “Cmon Mal, let me get that shirt off and wash it” He helped him out the shirt, and started all the dirty clothes in the washer. Bobby shut off Mallicks bedroom light and laid behind him, rubbing his thumb over his bicep “Don’t fucking scare me like that again. Gave me a heart attack”

#sawposting #saw 5 #saw 3d #saw v #saw 7 #bobby dagen #mallick scott #bobby dagen x mallick scott #angst

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