#wakes up. sees im in a jigsaw trap again.

[starlightsailfish]

SAW 2 has been sawn too!

[bathroomtrapped]

What if they didnt fight cary and convinced him to return for saw 3... Then, would the scenario "jigsaw kidnaps larrys family" become real? Then, then, would it be more awesome than his coming back in saw 3d? I guess the answers yes. I'll forever hate Larry's treachery.

if it went according to plan, allison is kidnapped again and lawrence takes the role of lynn where he cares for john (iirc). either way, yeah theyre involved again. not sure abt diana tho?

okay so, sorry to be That Guy. but lawrence as an apprentice makes the most sense for his character and the saw universe and im going to use this random ask to voice my opinion so thank you for using my ask box as a saw google lol

A LOT more under the cut

i DO with we got to see that version because it would mean more lawrence screentime and i genuinely do not dislike any saw content. idc how shitty saw x is, it could undo everything and shit all over it but i would NOT care. any content means an avenue to explore saw further

thats one of the main reasons the apprentice reveal was so good, in my opinion. before i get to why its great for lawrence, i want to point out why it works SO well for the other aspects. amanda is johns pseudo-daughter, he LOVED her like a father. we see it at the end of saw iii. no matter what he says, john does not forgive people. he punishes jill for losing their child but at the end of iii, we see him genuinely look at amanda with love and forgiveness. and yet? he never trusted her enough to tell her about lawrence. this random fucking guy who didnt even WIN, is the golden child. trusted with his wife!

as for mark, he is the definition of jigsaws philosophy. he may have jostled his victims around but he had the strongest will to live out of anyone and never relished in hurting them (crying after kidnapping paul + killing seth). another reason i like 3D is that he cant even look at jills corpse. his "game over" wasnt victorious. not like johns always is. YET he is not trusted. hes been there since before amanda, followed his rules, lived his philosophy and he was shafted again. i think the reveal does a lot of good for the apprentice-john dynamic for everyone involved.

secondly, JOHNS TESTS DONT WORK. CANONICALLY. they do not!! amanda says it herself. jigsaw traps make people worse, and not just bc thats a logical response to trauma. working for john amplifies everyones worst traits. amanda became a killer, mark grew to find some sort of enjoyment in killing (at the very least, it made him dependent on it for power and a sense of identity after the loss of his sister)

lawrences test was designed to show him what john said he was missing: empathy. he has none! he lies and doesnt care, he cant understand other peoples points of view, and he prioritizes his own whims and wants over everyone. CONSISTENTLY. so what happens when his tests presents him with the very definition of his heart and moral core, then asks him to kill him? he gets fucking worse!

lawrence is a narcissist. as in the personality disorder. he has low empathy (this is canonically the reason for his test!! not just "he cheated" or "he ignored john", he does these things for that reason) and god. just look at the symptoms, its like they made every scene an example of them on purpose. the idea that his game would be a wake up call and cause him to reflect and adjust his behaviors is just insane to me! within the canon logic of the story, and when taking into account his clear personality disorder... its the most logical choice (source: i have it and also i have eyes. SIDE SIDE note, my real source is that hes a clear parallel to john and john was evaluated for NPD in his psychiatric files in the saw game. so theres that) i think this has a lot to do with people not understanding low empathy. they cant understand why he would betray adam and join jigsaw

trauma wont change that overnight. getting fixed by john for 2 years without seeing the sun certainly wont help either

lawrence as an apprentice is the most logical progression of his character. he does what he wants and what he has to, at the expense of others. hes isolated from his wife and child. he cant understand other peoples prespective. he has an issue with guilt or feeling empathy for people, including those suffering like john. this wont change bc he experienced his first shred of empathy after MURDERING someone he got to know for 6 hours. low empathy =/= no empathy. thats like saying dude bros who do shrooms and experience empathy for the first time in their life are changed people. they arent lol

also the contrast between his game over vs marks 5 minutes earlier is SO important for their characters. theres so much good shit in that movie. take out the corny lines and jill mistreatment, and u have a lot to work with! so yes i do think that itd be more awesome. i love saw 3D and what it did for his character. im not sure how saw iii hostage lawrence wouldve expanded on his character, but id rather go with saw 3D bc im confident they didnt butcher his character. im glad that a beloved protagonist is a complete narc, and hes still beloved! im never giving that up

[hyenasbreath--archive]

ok wait im gonna like summarize the first movie bcs its the best evar! hope i dont hit text limit with this xoxo so the first thing we see is a guy in a bathtub, hes asleep? or something like that but hes still alive you can also see a key floating in the tub!!! seconds later he wakes up breathing really heavily after being in that tub for god knows how long, he wakes up in a pitch black room and starts yelling for help a bit later we hear another mans voice adam tries to have a conversation with the other man but gets shut down almost immediately and boom! the other man finds a light switch and we can see things a lot better now, they both realize theres a dead body in the room holding a gun in one hand and a tape recorder in the other the bodys head looks like its been blown out using the gun one of the men throw up, since hes never really seen a dead body before, the other is a lot more calm, later we find out hes a surgeon which could be why hes pretty calm, some time later they exchange names adam being the guy who was in the tub and lawrence being the doctor. adam finds 2 hacksaws inside of the toilet next to him OH WAIT DID I MENTION HTYE were in like a really old bathroom. ok now i did anyways they both try sawing off the chains on their legs oh wait did i mention that theyre chained to a wall 30 ft apart. ok now i did anyways it didnt work so lawrence realizes they need to saw through their feet to escape or else lawrence and his family will die , surprise! theyre in a saw trap. we get to see a flashback from lawrence from a couple days ago where we see that another person was a victim of jigsaw (the guy whos making those traps) and died, he was in a razor blade maze he died from bleeding out as youd expect, we see another trap with a man burnt alive he died from. burning alive since he was covered in some kind of flammable gel and his only light source to completing his trap was a candle and some matches anyways they dont matter right now because detectives found lawrences lightpen! making him a possible suspect of being the jigsaw killer. fast foward later we see lawrence trying to explain to his med students whats happening to their current cancer patient, john kramer (remember that! its important) lawrence gets called to go to a police department to get interrogated, he later gives his alibi (which is that he was cheating on his wife at the time of the traps with one of his med student), to further his defense the dettectives find a real saw trap survivor her name is amanda, she explains what happens and then that helps make lawrence innocent again ok cool! umm anyways flashback over adams really confused! he has no idea why hes in the trap (every other victim had a reason ie lawrence cheating, amanda doing drugs ect ect basically anything that might be deemed as not cherishing your life since thats jigsaws whole motive) so then he finds out he just. wasnt cherishing it enough nothing specific really, adams pissed since he wont be able to survive if lawrence wins (lawrence needs to kill adam to get out) 1/????

adam was in the saw trap bc jigsaw saw how pathetic he looked nothing else

[angeltrapz]

saw ur post 4 saw asks n im here to deliver!! (also fully gonna answer the one u sent me i just had a busy night 💚) — hmmm would personally love to hear more abt the Matthews-Faulkner-Stanheight-Blank family dynamic? esp maybe Daniel + Art, but rlly just anything u wanna talk abt there! maybe if they have any sorta family traditions, what holidays look like for them, that sorta deal

shfajs tysm!!!! (also tht's totally okay, take yr time!!!)

also oooo I love this question okay. so like u mentioned this when I asked abt what Eric n Daniel's relationship would b like post-trap, but I think it's very very good fr Daniel 2 like. see tht Eric has ppl who love him n who don't mind helping him when he needs it n who are THERE fr him bc again, like you've mentioned, seeing a parent so utterly shattered th way Eric was after his trap is incredibly difficult, esp for a kid (though Daniel is like. at least seventeen? still). knowing tht his dad has a good support system n is surrounded by ppl tht care abt him helps put him at ease bc he knows he can trust Adam n Art. he knows they'll keep Eric safe n tht they'll help him to heal, tht they love him n want 2 see him do well n get better. plus, Daniel knows tht if he needs to talk 2 some1 abt how difficult seeing his dad like tht is, he knows both Adam n Art r there fr him and tht helps a lot. of course, he also has Rigg + maybe Hoffman (until th whole. u know.), but they don't live w Eric. they don't see him every day th way Art n Adam do. that's not 2 say they don't know Eric is struggling, but there is a difference btwn them n Eric's boyfriends. basically, Daniel is very much grateful fr Art + Adam.

I feel like Art wld be VERY good at lending an ear fr when Daniel needs 2 talk. whether that be abt their trap + tht whole experience, Eric's trap n the consequences/rough aftermath, just plain venting, etc.; Art is there 2 listen to them + offer a solution if they want one. most times I think Daniel just wants to b listened to, esp when it comes to what they went thru in the Nerve Gas House - tht's smth they don't feel comfortable discussing w Eric right away fr obvious reasons, but therapy can only do so much. I think th two of them have more in common than they might realize at first, bc hey, Art Killed A Man Because Trevor Was Going To Kill Him If He Didn't, and Daniel Killed A Man Because Xavier Would Have Killed Both Them And Amanda If They Didn't. I feel like Art is like. very reserved abt th details of his first trap + how they affected him (and th second one tbh; it's not smth he vocalizes often at all), but fr Daniel he wld gladly talk abt it if it meant Daniel didn't feel alone. if it meant it could help them, reassure them that hey, it wasn't yr fault, u did what u had to, n I know tht can be hard 2 believe right now n that's okay. u need to process things at yr own pace.

and so Art tells them abt the Mausoleum, bares a part of himself he keeps locked away where he doesn't often give it much thought/actively ignores it. n I think tht's healing fr him too, maybe. there's solace in tht shared experience, as horrible as it was in th moment. 2 know there's someone out there who has even th faintest inkling of what u went thru + what u had to do to survive. of course Daniel relates 2 Adam fr this reason too, but like. Art will use his Lawyer Voice n make sure Daniel understands tht what they did doesn't make them a bad person or confirm tht Jigsaw Was Right And They Deserved It. n tht's rly important fr Daniel 2 hear, esp early on. it's honestly one of th first times Art is truly honest abt his feelings on th matter + the Mausoleum, n it's just. a step tht much closer to healing for both of them.

family traditions!!! they do have a few! in the summer, every sunday they have Daniel w them, Eric Art n Adam go out fr ice cream, even if they get it at the drive thru n eat it in th car bc none of them want 2 be around all th people/sit outside in th muggy weather. it's a good way to get them all out of th house fr a little while, something enjoyable tht doesn't require too much energy or even interaction. it's just smth nice they can do where they're all together n chilling n just enjoying each other's company!

this is mostly a Daniel one but every year around April Fools he just. puts fucking googly eyes on everything. n every time some1 discovers some, it doesn't matter where in th house he is, u can hear him cackle abt it. Adam thinks it's an absolute delight n has assisted on multiple occasions. tht's abt as far as pranks go fr them, bc none of them like surprises like that, but god is it ever hilarious 2 hear Eric frm the kitchen while Art Adam n Daniel r in the living room when he says "I found another one!" while he's looking fr smth in the fridge kjdkfsf.

holidays!! every Christmas they all sit down in th living room n watch a couple of movies w the blankets spread out on th floor w snacks n hot chocolate. the first Christmas following his trap, Eric was sat on th couch between Adam n Art while Daniel chose to sprawl out on th floor, n he just looked around at his boyfriends n his son n the fake pine tree they had all decorated together n he like. needs to take a moment bc this is it. this is all he cld ever want out of life right here. this is a level of peace Eric never knew he wld ever be able to reach after what he went thru fr those six months. n he just sort of presses his face into Art's shoulder n breathes thru it. he doesn't even have to say anything fr Adam n Art to know what he's thinking bc Adam's hand is on his arm n Art's resting his cheek against th top of his head, n he might cry a little, but he's happy. surrounded by th ppl he loves n who love him, love him enough to keep the lights down low n the volume on th television soft, to use subtitles so he doesn't get overwhelmed, Eric realizes he has a home n it's just. oof.

fr Valentine's Day, this one was actually Adam's idea initially: wht they do is take sticky notes n write little affirmations on thm fr each other, n stick thm in places where they'll see it. sometimes Daniel joins in on this one, but usually it's an Art Eric Adam thing. so like it'll be little things, like a note frm Adam telling Eric how proud he is of him, or one from Art letting Adam know he couldn't have had a better best friend, or th one from Eric that thanks th both of thm fr helping him w his rashes + helping him 2 accept tht part of him n start to see it as nothing to be ashamed of. it starts on th first day of February and ends on Valentine's Day itself, n sometimes they get those packs of cards u get fr kids just to write goofy shit on thm to pass back n forth n make each other laugh. they also get th discounted candy!! (Adam steals all th twix bars tho. tht's okay bc Eric likes snickers anyway n Art is fond of reese's peanut butter cups. they share th sweet tarts + conversation hearts!)

Halloween is when they get a big bowl of candy 2 leave on th porch fr the kids who're trick-or-treating while th three of them stay inside (+Daniel sometimes!) n watch some classics, like their Christmas tradition. they Also add in some bad movies 2 mix it up a lil bit bc sometimes u just need a laugh. I am like in Lov w the idea u had abt Eric n Adam sometimes building cozy pillow forts, so they do tht n the three of them just vibe in there n lay together n look n talk. n like it's So Much Fun 2 have ppl to like. discuss movies w while yr watching them! esp when they're ppl who won't be annoyed w u when u wanna share a thought! like Eric n Adam will get into this deep discussion abt horror movie decisions n Art will just lay there n listen bc he loves them so much n loves hearing them get amped up abt things. he'll offer his own two cents if asked too! mostly he listens, but he can definitely contribute.

inevitably at some point, someone's hand ends up in Eric's hair n he's just. asleep not too long after that. usually on someone's shoulder or against their chest, n depending on who's still awake, they either try 2 move to th bedroom or they just sleep in th living room (i.e.: Art will try to convince Eric n Adam to come to bed properly, whereas Adam will just b like "fuck it" n pass out right there. has this led 2 them waking up sore b4? absolutely. but it's like. "we r adults who live w our decisions n this one happened 2 be sleeping on th floor" so.

n then a minor one is on their birthdays, some1 (usually Art, to be completely honest w u) will cook tht person their favourite comfort food fr dinner n they all help make cake/cupcakes/cookies/something dessert-related of their choice. so like Art rly likes brownies, Adam is fond of strawberry jello poke cake, n Eric can make some RLY good carrot cake cupcakes w homemade frosting too. it's just smth fr them to do together + like! it's celebrating! they've all been thru so much hell but they're still here! n that's rly th focus for the three of them. sometimes they have ppl over too - like Rigg, Gibson, Brit, Mallick, Lawrence, William (all of them best-case, obv); it's nice 2 have a lil party sometimes! after what they've endured they've kind of earned it I think!

thank u sm!!! this was so fun 2 think abt fjdkjsk

(lil random hc: when Daniel was little, Eric used 2 write letters to him frm Santa. eventually Daniel got "too old for that," but honestly? they cherish tht memory. I wanted 2 include it bc it makes me kjehfje!!!)

[greatcomets]

3 13 and 17

thank you jordan!!!! <3

3. Which character death would you pick to retcon?

imo the only answer here is amanda!!!! her death was bullshit and we deserved to see her carry the franchise for at least 2 more movies. but on a personal level adam because i think leigh whannell should be forced to act in the saw franchise again. like i think that would be a funny thing for him to have to take time out of his schedule to do

13. Saw I-III or Saw IV-VII?

hate to say it but IV-VII.. while II does have 1 of my top 2 saw endings, II-IV is my least favorite streak of saw movies, and i had a GREAT time with V and VI. so sorry leigh and james but when given a choice i will always choose the movie where slowass jeff is unceremoniously killed over the one where he is the protagonist </3

17. You wake up in a saw trap from the films. Which one? Do you survive?

im going to be completely honest it doesn't matter which one. i would not even remotely survive a jigsaw trap. no offense to the jigsaw survivors out there but being forced to dismember myself is safely past outside the limits of my will to live!!!

[itwillbeall-dwight]

what happens in metropolis

david tapp & dwight fairfield; canon-typical violence; saw timeline!dwight; panic attack tw; 3481 words

a/n: did you think i was gonna write things that made sense? HA thats very funny. anyways i hc dwight is from the saw timeline. why? because i like dwight and i like saw ok, shut up. i also want some dad tapp content and if i have to make it myself then i WILL.

i’ve got a couple more fics that are almost done, i promise im not dead. as always, drabble reqs are open, so if you liked this for some reason, get into my askbox ya dingus.

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Preview: The leader gave a weak smile, moreso to comfort himself than anything else, it seemed, wincing as he rolled his shoulder. “OK… what now?” “We’ve gotta that off you. Did she… explain the rules?” “I… no, but I-I think I’ve got it.” Dwight started to shuffle where he was curled up, trying to get to his feet, but he was still somewhat shaky, like a newborn fawn, leaning on the wall of scrap as well as Tapp for support. He inhaled, and exhaled, breath still short. “There were… boxes, I think the key is in there.” Of course, that made the most sense, it seemed. “Right. You start heading to one of those, and I’ll-”

From across the yard, a generator powered on, and from where they sat, the clock started counting down. 

Waking up by the campfire was like waking up from a bad hangover. There was a thump in his head and the taste of iron in the back of his throat, as he shielded his eyes from the distant light of fire. As he stirred, the little company residing by the flames paid him mind, checking on his condition, asking who he was with a pity in his eyes that he didn’t quite understand. But he told them regardless - he was David Tapp, a detective from the Metropolitan PD (former, though they didn’t need to know that, not yet), and, as far as he remembered, he was investigating the Jigsaw murders.

 They didn’t know much, about the fog and forest that surrounded them, but the redheaded Meg told him what they knew, introducing him around the camp at the few people that were there - some of them were in a ‘trial’, she’d said, while also adding she’d explain that later, as well - trying to make him feel as at ease as he could be in the situation they were in. He sat down on a log as she went off to talk to the girl in the beanie again, taking his hat off and rubbing the back of his neck, looking down at the dull police badge that hung around his neck, almost mocking him at a false sense of status.

 “I, um- hey.”

A voice next to him made him look up, meeting the eyes of a man in glasses, fiddling with his tie. The leader of the group, Meg had said. Dwight was his name. Tapp forced a small smile. “Uh… hey.”

“Do you, um…” He seemed oddly nervous, avoiding eye contact and simply moving a hand to gesture to the seat next to the detective. “Do you mind i-if I-”

He silently moved aside, letting the younger man sit down, oddly tense and awkwardly keeping his eyes on the fire in front of them, or maybe to the conversation quickly growing heated between the beanie girl and the tall brutish young man just across from the campfire. Tapp followed his eyes, leaning forward with his elbows on his legs-

“I-I know who you are.”

The phrase was somewhat unnerving, coming from the man in the glasses now staring very intently at him as his head almost snapped back to look at him. The detective hesitated for a moment. “Y… yeah?”

“...That sounded… really bad- god, I-I’m sorry, I just- I- argh, dammit-”

“No, no, you’re good, kid.”

He inhaled, and exhaled, wringing his hands as if to calm himself down. “You’re… Detective David Tapp, aren’t you? You were investigating the Jigsaw murders. I-I saw your… your memorial, on TV.”

A breath caught in his throat, if only for a moment, as he tried not to think about the thought of a send off when he still was still alive, in… some capacity. “I… see.”

There was an empty silence after that revelation, with Dwight still keeping his eyes on the man as he swallowed, seeming to try and wrap his head around the idea that someone had watched him live and die. “You did an a-amazing job, if it… means anything.”

He sighed, sitting up, his voice lower, as if not to alert the others - better not to spread the secret too far… at least, not yet. “Did they catch the bastard?”

He paused. “I… yeah. They caught one of them, I-I think. Kind of. He, uh… died.”

There was a quiet growl from the man. Of course there had to be more than one. For a moment, he thought back to the doctor he was tailing - just who else was involved in those twisted games of playing god? And if not him, who was it?

They didn’t speak much more on it, after that, as the trial had concluded and a hand slapped down on his shoulder, introductions moving swiftly on and leaving the young man who knew too much about him with his mouth hanging open. 

 Despite their first meeting, Dwight was a capable leader, Tapp soon learned. He was a kind man, sacrificial to a point, nowhere near as much of a coward as he’d initially thought, as he watched him push his friends over to take a slash from a machete or a pair of mangled claws. He made plans, gave orders - no matter the weak disposition it was given in, one that felt like paper in a strong breeze - and protected those who he called his friends, no matter the teasing and harsh words thrown his way by a select few. He was a man trying to prove himself, either to those around him or…

 Tapp had learned what trials were, soon enough, guided by Claudette as they tried to evade the Trapper, a large, tall man, armed with a machete and bear traps, as if he was hunting down small game in the forest… in a way, that was almost accurate. That trial, while stressful, soon passed in success, and while the whole situation was still unbelievable, he soon found himself oddly adapting to the new world in the fog that he found himself in - get in, try not to die, repair generators, and leave. It didn’t take long for him to take the initiative and start giving input on plans of attack, earning a joking comment from the old gambler of the group that maybe he was better made for the leadership position than who was currently in employ. He tried to ignore that, for Dwight’s sake. 

 This should have been no different. Though this was his first time in the Autohaven Wreckers, loud annoyed groaning from Nea when the fog cleared was enough to make him think that this wasn’t going to be easy. After catching sight of Laurie and Dwight, the four of them split off, aiming to find generator’s around the wrecker’s yard, for efficiency’s sake. One was already powered by the time he spotted a pair of blinking lights… but between the trees, something else caught his eyes. A box, not like anything he’d seen previously, steel casing rusted, though untouched. But the box, while interesting in its own right, wasn’t what made him approach the damn thing.

 It was the monochromatic ventriloquist dummy sat on top. 

 Seeing that bastard puppet was enough to make him approach slowly, staring at the box it sat upon - it was like seeing an old friend, but one you’d want to snap the neck of. And it stared back, almost mocking him. His stomach turned. Had Gordon followed him? That had to be who this was, right? Tapp gritted his teeth, wanting to punch the damn thing off of its torture throne, but knowing that would probably alert… someone to where he was, someone he didn’t want to know. So he forced himself to tear away, fists clenched. It was like wading through water as he crouched down by a nearby generator, pulling at levers and twisting at cogs to make it sigh and whir… though that puppet never stopped looking at him. And he never stopped looking back, until-

 A loud scream made him duck behind the generator for a moment, wincing at the grinding of metal against a scrap wall, and the begging, the pleading… no one had ever reacted like that before. The curiosity was enough to make him look around the mechanical device to catch a glance of the Jigsaw killer.

He recognized her movements, and the way she carried herself almost right away, and the way he kicked himself would have made him double over. Of course Amanda was involved - the bastard broke her down, and rebuilt her in his own design. And now, she was just as much of a prisoner as he was, stuck in the fog with nothing to do but suffer at the hands of her fate. Though she took hers with pride, it seemed. She enjoyed the hunt, the chase and the kill. Was she too far gone to be saved from that which she thought had first saved her? He couldn’t entirely say. 

 The philosophical waxing had to be paused, though, as quiet, panicked whimpers made him stop, hands hovering over the generator he was about to resume repairing. He listened to the strained, weakened breathing, almost holding his own to listen. It was just in front of him, where the attack had failed. Slowly standing to his feet, the detective did what he did best - keeping his posture low as to not be spotted by the pig-headed woman, he went to investigate.

 It was Dwight, hidden behind a wall with his back pressed against it, and he was in a bad way, holding onto the space around in his collarbone, blood staining his palms as he tried to muffle his panicked That wasn’t what originally drew the detective’s attention, however, as a familiar helmet was strapped to his head, almost entirely covering his face. He felt his stomach drop.

“...Fairfield-” He kept his voice quiet, but it still startled the nervous man, who only started to panic more, it seemed. He put a hand on Dwight’s shoulder, and god, was he shaking under his grip. “Right, right, just breathe, kid.” 

Tired eyes look up at him from inside the helmet, strained and shallow breaths from hyperventilation making his chest move up and down at a worrying pace. He couldn’t say anything, he only held Tapp’s arm in place to keep him there.

“C’mon, you got this, in and out.”

Dwight soon followed instructions, taking as much care as he could to breathe, though he hiccupped and stuttered from tears every so often.

“Yeah… there you go. That’s it.” It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Tapp gave the man a gentle nod, digging into his belt for a couple of medical supplies he’d scraped together earlier in the trial. “Let’s get you up and at ‘em, yeah?”

 He calmed down enough to start panic rambling, and the way he switched from one extreme to another was almost welcome, as Tapp gently wrapped the bandaged over the deep cut from the hidden blade. Dwight spoke of before the fog, when he was alone in his shitty apartment with nothing but two birds to keep him company, barely earning enough to afford to live, but surviving by the skin of his teeth every month when the rent was due. He’d hardly slept before, but murders on your doorstep didn’t make it any better, especially since they were targeting the average man, just like him. And after an accident he conveniently skipped around, his paranoia only got worse.

“I-I saw one, once.” He stuttered, voice almost echoing through the trap on his head, as Tapp tied off the gauze.

“A murder?”

“A trap. In the open. A-and no one could do anything about it, I saw it on my way to work. The girl, she was- I… god, they just-”

“Fuckin’ Christ…”

“Yeah… yeah, that. Exactly that.” The leader gave a weak smile, moreso to comfort himself than anything else, it seemed, wincing as he rolled his shoulder. “OK… what now?”

“We’ve gotta that off you. Did she… explain the rules?”

“I… no, but I-I think I’ve got it.” Dwight started to shuffle where he was curled up, trying to get to his feet, but he was still somewhat shaky, like a newborn fawn, leaning on the wall of scrap as well as Tapp for support. He inhaled, and exhaled, breath still short. “There were… boxes, I think the key is in there.”

Of course, that made the most sense, it seemed. “Right. You start heading to one of those, and I’ll-”

 From across the yard, a generator powered on, and from where they sat, the clock started counting down. 

 That only started to send Dwight off again, eyes growing wide with fear as he looked back to the detective, who seemed equally as stunned. It seemed like she’d been busy, workshopping her craft.

As the leader started to buckle under his own weight again, Tapp grabbed onto his arm - not too hard, but just firm enough to keep him in place - and began looking around between trees for that bastard puppet that he’d seen earlier in the trial. As he tried to keep them both out of sight, he heard the stifled breathing behind him, as the leader tried to calm himself down while the two leaned around a tree, watching the Pig chase after the determined blonde in the blue shirt. He reached to grip onto Tapp’s shoulders, knuckles going white from the force, palms sweaty. Tapp put a hand on top of one, and gently tapped at it for a silent comfort. Once the killer was well distracted, he led Dwight to the first box. No luck.

 A second box, on the same side of the junkyard.  A quarter of the time gone. Nothing.

 Box three, on a hill besides the dingy old shack. Half time. Nothing.

 Now with only one box left, the leader was growing more frantic. Tapp held onto his wrist as he pulled him around the killer shack, pressing his back against the wall, his own heartbeat in his ears matching the beeping from the helmet. He looked back to the younger survivor.

“It’s just up ahead. Go.”

“She k-knows I’m- I-I’ll die, I’m going t-to-”

“I’ll cover you. Go, grab your life.” He was firm in his demand. But still, the leader didn’t move. He repeated, raising his voice a little. “Go!”

Dwight followed that order, practically stumbling over himself to leap to the box and shove his hands into it, wincing as his hands dug into needles and thorns on the inside that he couldn’t see.

And while the detective’s eye followed him, he noticed someone else following him as well, concealed in the grass, ready to pounce. He gritted his teeth, silently asking her to forgive him someday for what he was about to do (and what he had already done), before reaching down by the entrance to the old shack and grabbing a handful of pebbles. Tapp weighed these in his hand for a moment, before tossing them in her direction.

Bullseye. He heard her squeal from the hit, before growling and standing to her feet, turning in the detective’s direction, where he made no attempt to hide himself, ready to throw another rock should she choose to ignore him. “...Fancy meeting you here.”

“Could say the same to you.”

“I hadn’t realised I wasn’t the only pig that they’d let out of the slaughterhouse. I would have thrown a party for your arrival, Detective.”

The bite of her words was venomous, purposely crafted to throw him off, but he did not let it show. He still looked her in the eyes and stood his ground, until he could smell the rotting pig head she wore. “Would have appreciated it a lot more than this, Ms. Young.”

“Tell me, Detective,” Now Amanda, she was a woman of wearier disposition, broken from circumstances, but this new woman, a woman made of a pig? She thrived in the violence and the fear. That much he deducted, from the way she looked up at him, and though it was hard to see her eyes, he could almost see the fire in them. “Are you sure this is the game you want to play?”

For a moment, Tapp’s eyes fell behind her head, where Dwight had taken his hands out of the box, dripping with blood and sweat and shaking from fatigue and stress, before looking back to her. “It isn’t a game I haven’t played before. I can dance.”

 He tried to lead her some distance away from the puppet-adorned box where they leader still struggled, but the Pig was no fool, catching him by surprise in an open area with a knife to the gut, pinning him to the floor in his surprise with a wrist blade to his neck, threatening to slice it open a second time. The detective gritted his teeth, both from the pain and the strain of pushing her arm away, until he was just able to push her off of him, scrambling to his feet and blocking the entrance to the shack with the palette at the door. He took the time she was taking to break the obstacle to leave the shack, with no choice to run closer to the trap box, closer to Dwight, to a small collection of scrap metal walls, formed with another wooden palette and a window frame, which he quickly vaulted over to avoid a failed swipe.

 “Dwight!” He looked back as he ran the killer around a long wall connecting to the window, still seeing the leader digging through the box, loud beeping ever imminent. “Dwight, come on!”

The timer was so close to flatlining, and Dwight wasn’t doing too hot, panicking as he tried to find some solace in the cold metal expanse in front of him.

Tapp quickly slammed the palette down onto the killer’s head, hearing her squeal as he stood there, breath catching in his throat. “Dwight!”

He pulled his hand out of the box with a key in hand, quickly unlocking the mechanism and ripping the trap off of his head as it snapped open, surely to be his end if he’d messed up just once more. Breathing heavily, he felt along his face, blood gathering on his fingers from where the rusted teeth had dug into his cheeks, among the cuts and bruises from rummaging through the boxes to find his life. 

The detective was almost so caught up in himself that he didn’t hear the growl and the sound of the palette breaking behind him, the adrenaline kicking in to push him forward into a sprint, taking hold of Dwight again and pulling him along as the Pig gathered herself, and got back on their trail. “C’mon, time to go.”

 They were lucky to make it just in time, a failed swipe from the killer catching at their back as they ran into the fog where she couldn’t chase them. Tapp looked down, finally letting go of the younger man and placing a hand on his shoulder. “You OK?”

A breathless laugh escaped him, as he looked up to Tapp. “I- I- you- we- ...I’m alive. I’m alive!”

The detective smiled, about to say something before he was cut off from a tight hug, the younger survivor happily crying into his chest, getting snot all over the front of his vest. Tapp’s hands hovered for a moment, not entirely sure how to react, before he finally decided to just pat his back. 

“Thank you, thank you so much, thank you-”

“Hey, slow down, catch a breath.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little, though it was a lot more awkward than the few times he’d had to comfort lost kids who came into the station. Still, Dwight appreciated it regardless.

 “Well, you guys seem just fine and dandy.”

Dwight pulled himself away suddenly, looking up as he pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, as Laurie finally joined them in escaping the trial, sheepishly stepping away. “I… yeah.”

She gave the two of them a look, almost fond. “Nea said she knew where the hatch was, and while I wanted to stay to see her out here, I’m almost glad I didn’t. You’d never hear the end of it.”

“Wouldn’t put it past her.” Tapp chipped in, as the young woman nodded, flipping the flashlight she’d brought with her between two hands.

 The three of them returned to the campfire, Dwight and Laurie sharing a small conversation, taking care to almost dote on his face wounds from the trap he’d barely escaped from, while Tapp listened along. Dwight had almost recovered from the ordeal, though his voice still shook, and it made him think. They knew each other… or at least, he knew of the detective, of the traps, of the killings. How intimately was still up to debate, but the way he reacted in the trial told him that it was something that had deeply disturbed him. And while he’d never been much of a leader himself, but Dwight looked up to him, in the way a student did a teacher - protection, and guidance. Was it because of his attachment to the case? He didn’t deserve the title, or the treatment (he’d still failed, on the larger scale, of Dwight’s account of the public execution trap was to be believed), but if one person still believed in him despite his failures… then he had to get out, if only for that. 

 He needed to catch the Jigsaw killer, or whatever was left of them as a collective. For the sake of people just like Dwight.

[yourvirtualgoddessforlife]

❤ Pig ❤

Requested anonymously and written shittly, sorry for the delay and the quality but im seriously ill right now and had to keep pausing to nap

- You telling me you survived a jigsaw trap… right, makes sense but you clearly can't catch a break, surviving a trap then sent to  realm of never ending trials. Yikes

- In the saw series I always saw Amanda as a big convenience because she just so happened to be at a place which was unlikely to give her motive or character??? I never understood saw but I do know because of that i can confidently say she probably knew you before undergoing the puzzle

- So you get out of the puzzle and a few months later you wake up in the entity’s realm, naturally you’re scared but if you could survive jigsaw you can survive this

- The you see the pig again and it’s basically game over

- You eventually grow closer to Amanda since you did have a past together and i think the time before her trial when she knew you was when she started developing feelings. Now you’re in the entity’s realm and it's a big relief to her. Before she was dying and now she’s been put in a place where she can’t carry out her one purpose, fulfilling Jigsaw’s last wish. You being here makes her want to stay

- It pains her to put a Reverse bear trap on you so she conveniently forgets to. She doesn’t want her s/o to go through that more then once

- If she does trap you and you die, expect her to apologise, cuddle you and just try to comfort you because she can’t stand the idea of losing you. Not after she lost John, Not after she lost her purpose

[wannawrite]

I Miss You

Monsta X’s I.M X Reader Angst, angsty til the end Word count: 2025 • based off their song ‘Miss You’ ( i almost cried im so sensitive ) but from reader’s POV • sAD VERY SAD • buT I LOVE IT JDSHSKD CONFLICTED im emo don’t touch me but thank you for requesting anon, i suppose a little angst never hurt anyone ;) hope you like it ITS A crINGY MESS BTW GOODNESS - admin L __________ //We need time, in a maze trapped with emotions.// When was the last time you saw Changkyun’s face? You didn’t know. How many nights have you spent alone, longing for your boyfriend? You had lost count. Was there an incident where he had called you after he arrived? Yes, once. It was a hurricane of emotions, all tossed and turned, intertwined. Wrapped up in sorrows, they clouded your head, blurring your vision and trapping your thoughts. It was like a jigsaw puzzle that refused to be fixed, you seemed like a blind man searching for sticks. How much time had you given him? Maybe he needed more. //You’re unable to escape, and only comfort me.// Some days, you found yourself worrying for him. You wondered how he was fairing, how he was being treated. Whether he was eating and sleeping well. You forced yourself back into the past, reminiscing about the times he was a source of hope, a source of happiness, a source of comfort for you. He was your pillar of support. Did he crumble and fall? //Leave behind all the words about it being our last, I’m more persistent than you think.// “Y/N, we never say goodbye okay? It’s always see you soon,” Changkyun had declared, locking his pinky with yours in a promise. “How could I ever leave you? I’d never let you go, jagi.” He leaned forward a pressed a kiss to your forehead, embracing you close to his chest at the same time. Then, you smiled. Promises are the lies you want to keep. ( this is for dramatisation purposes only ) You learned that the hard way. It hurt your heart to think about it. To think about all the promises you made, the promises he made. What were they to you now? Did he even fight for your relationship? Then again, did you? //Girl, I’m standing in this post, I miss you and thank you, I want to kiss you// You chuckled in disbelief, shaking your head at all the empty words and silly pledges. Changkyun always insisted his success was because of his constant support, partially true but you knew it was due to his hard work. He was living his dream, doing what he wanted to do, it would be selfish of you if you stopped him yet a part of you wished you did. Missing him was inevitable, you couldn’t  avoid that one no matter how hard you tried. //Where are you right now? Do you know that I’m looking for you like this?// Your gaze met the clear blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, not a single storm cloud in sight. The mild sunlight danced on your skin, kissing it tenderly as you basked in the sun. Your back resting on the blanket that covered the lush green grass, it brought you great sense of tranquility. Where could he be? You pondered, eyes closed in a relaxed mode. We used to do this all the time, could we be looking up at the same sky? Changkyun, if only I could tell you how much I miss you but I’d never be able to put it in words. Do you sense me? I’m still waiting for you as much as my heart wants me to. //When I miss you. When I’m sick, you already know, baby.// Not even the universe could keep secrets from the two of you. It was like it was meant to be, knowing even those notes in bottles thrown into the sea. Not meant for anyone in particular but someone floated to you. In your heart - you guessed - there it grew. The relationship was built on trust and knowledge, both could sense if the other had an aura of trouble or discomfort. To an extent it was invading and rude, but it was a factor that helped set the mood. //Where you at right now? Leaving behind my face that waits for you.// Rain or shine, snow or fall, he’d be there, waiting for you. Changkyun was there without fail, standing by your school gate still in his own uniform. On occasion, he held onto a fancy bouquet of flowers or a paper bag containing a small gift for you. You could recall his lips curving into an excited grin and if he was too impatient for you to exit the school, he’d walk up to you despite how different his uniform looked. The exact angle of his jaw, how his hair flopped and covered half his face when he laughed at a stupid joke. Changkyun let you trace his face before, you remembered every curve or indent of his features, how smooth and flawless his skin was. You reassured him that you loved him even with his flaws. It had been a year. Where was that all now? It was just a distant memory of the past. Where was he now? You couldn’t answer. Who was he waiting for now? That thought plagued your mind for there was no definite answer. //How could you leave me, baby? My baby, I miss you// There was no denying at a point in time, he was your boyfriend. There was no lying that you thought he would be your last. How could you leave all you had built up over a span of four years? It seemed impossible. But nothing ever is. You ended on good terms, you would tell yourself. There was a mutual agreement. It was a big lie. No one wanted the split but you forced it to happen. It was for the best, you told yourself. We could have celebrated our fifth year together today but no, it’s only me blowing out candles on the cake. Why do I still miss you even though my head tells me not to? It doesn’t make sense how it tricks me into loving you. I hope you have moved on and I know I should too but I don’t think I will ever stop missing you. … //Whenever I close my eyes, I think of you. Even stars in the night sky seem like you.// Sleep could not be an easy feat. Tossing restlessly in the sheets, I told myself that I was fine, that you were not worth the whine. When I couldn’t sleep, I looked at the stars, wondering how they shone from so far. They made me think of you, contrasting a blue. Then sometimes, I’d admire them until the sun awoke, a constant beckoning not to mope. Still, maybe once or probably twice, my pillow would be damp with tears and I’d wake up to one cold side of the bed, the sense of longing stabbing at my heart, glaring in my face like a tasty strawberry tart. I guess as much as stars seemed like you, there were some differences too. They kept me company on long lonely nights. //I’m missing you like crazy. Like a young child who had lost their mum// It drove you mad. You were confused, lost in the twisted web with no exit in sight. You supposed it was life and you had to learn but it seemed harder to let go the more you yearned. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down but to no avail. The tears still fell, in sync with the raindrops that pattered outside. You were glad you decided to spend the remainder of the day at home, your sobbing was an unforgiving sight. However, Changkyun always cradled you each time you cried, dashing away your tears and whispering soft lullabies. He said you were gorgeous no matter how appalling your exterior looked when you wailed. Who knew he was such a good fibber? You hated his lies and his reassuring words but if you could hear them once more, you would do so in a heartbeat. //You who shined on me and gave warmth like a sun. I can’t see anything ahead, where are you?// Your road was blocked. You weren’t sure why. Perhaps it was the same reason for that sigh. He always complimented your skin, blessed by the sunlight and shining within. It made you feel like you were the light in his life. But it couldn’t be, for there were always things more meaningful than thee. This tangled mess of emotions left you dazed so you prayed and prayed, God, please take them away. Where are you? How far have you run? Are you just a fragment of my imagination? Those thoughts hurt but they couldn’t kill. It would be over soon, you reassured. //Stepping on all those painful memories, please light up those glittering days again// The memories in one jar were cheerful and bright, leaving no room for darkness or obstruction of sight. The other contained upsetting and dismal things, those swept under the carpet for good reason. You wanted to relive good all days when everything was all horseplay. No rules, no rights, no fear of being left behind. He’s chasing his dream, you wanted that too but you wanted his dream to be you. Changkyun morphed from your dream to your nightmare. He was like the rain during sunshine, bittersweet. You missed him. You just wondered if you had even crossed his mind. A tear fell from your glossy eyes, it rolled down your cheek and landed on the sleeve of your shirt. You wanted those days back but they were gone forever. Still, those memories were engrained in your memory forever. Everything around you still screamed his presence, it was like an insult you would  love you receive. Changkyun, you hated when we argued and I’m sorry i offended you. Let’s not live in this tangled web of emotions, I can’t keep living like this. You stripped your wall of polaroids, those with smiles, kisses and love. His hoodies were shoved to the very back of the closet, you promised you would send them back to him one day but for now, they would have to bite the dust. After you had rid your room with the obvious traces of him, you stepped outside your house. The fresh scent of freedom welcomed you, accompanied by the feeling of wind brushing through your hair. It was blissful, it was calm. So, you wandered along the edges of the neighbourhood near the park. You felt someone glaring lasers into your back but refused to turn around. It wasn’t Changkyun. Why? Because he stood in front of you, with a group of boys you had never seen in your life before. They were well dressed and had prettily dyed hair, assistants and stylists rushing to attend to their every need. Changkyun was living his dream. As much as you wanted to turn and run into his arms, the force you applied was much stronger. You ignored him, ignored his stare, oblivious to the world around you. You walked away. All this time when you wondered where he was, he was right by you. Every time you called for him, he nearly reached your side. Without knowing where to go, you would have sunk down but this time, your mind was clear. As much as you missed him and even though you still loved him, you had to let him go. I.M, I’m sorry. I miss you but will let you go. The polaroid that you once treasured and kept in your wallet bent and floated with the wind as it left your grasp, tears raining down your cheeks. A part of you hurt to let it go but missing him anymore was a big no-no. … “Hyung, wait! I think I stepped on-” I.M couldn’t finish his sentence, he picked up the polaroid with shaking hands. His eyebrows narrowed in confusion, guilt and sadness stabbed at his conscience. Sighing, he tucked it into the pocket of his jeans, running after his hyungs as if nothing had happened. He bit back tears which only fell onto his pillow much later at night, holding on to an ex love with all his might. Y/N, I miss you too but I will let you go.