You sit at the bar quietly with a blank stare forward as you downed drink after drink. The feeling of not feeling powered over your body, it was nearing closing time. You scoffed and grabbed a drink at last call, quickly finishing and stumbling out. The street lights blinded you as you tripped across the sidewalk.
"Hey does the carpet match the drapes?" A snarky voice creeped behind you, referring to your hair. You jerk around to see a group of frat boys laughing and whispering at each other.
"What did you say to me sleezeball?" You slurred, scudding your feet on the concrete.
"Woah watch out we've got a live one fellas" they laughed even harder.
You felt rage build up inside yourself as you ripped off your heel and started aggressively beating it into his skull, he fell to the ground bleeding and begging for mercy. It took all 3 of his friends to get you off of him, when they threw you to the side you spit at them and continued to stumble back to your house.
"Crazy bitch!" He scoffed, you turned back and shot them a smile and flicked the finger.
You walked swaying and nodding back and fourth, mumbling to yourself and barely keeping your footing straight. You passed a strange fella in a black and red cloak, his face hidden by the hood. You squinted your eyes at him but kept walking, as you passed, the hooded man stabbed you in the neck and it all went dark.
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Your eyes fluttered open, you felt a sharp pain radiating throughout your face. The taste of blood tainted your tastebuds as you moved your tongue around to feel metal plates and rods in your mouth, your eyes widened as you felt a large contraption on your head, you couldn't speak or open your mouth. You looked all around the room you were in, it was pitch black and you couldn't see a thing besides a faint light on the other side of the room. In the middle of
Your sheer panic, a blank screen infront of you suddenly turned on revealing a puppet on the screen.
"Hello Y/N, I want to play a game." The sinister voice rang throughout the room. "You spend your days picking fights and drinking yourself blind, you can't hold a job for longer than a few months and often put yourself in dangerous situations." He paused "The device you are wearing is somewhat of a reverse bear trap, it will rip your jaw completely open" you let out a muffled scream. "There is however, a key on the other side of this room" suddenly the dim light on the other side of the room brightened revealing a key dangling from the ceiling. The path to the key was a glass covered floor; barbed wire and razor blades. "Live or die the choice is yours. You gave 60 seconds to travel through the wire maze to attain the key, can you handle the pain without the numbing effect of your substance of choice." The tv shut off.
You jerked your head around looking in all directions to see a way out, in doing so you pulled out a trip wire and began the timer. You let out another muffled scream and ran over to the razor maze, you walked hesitantly and slowly,stepping around the wire and on top of the glass. The ticking of the timer intensified and you panicked, you closed your eyes and ran through the wire and blades, stumbling due to the glass. You reached the end and ripped down the key, dropping it but quickly grabbing it again and unlocking the trap just seconds before it activated. You let out a breath of relief as you backed into the wall and slid down, holding your knees and trying to catch your breath. You sat silently in shock when you heard footsteps approach. You jerked up grabbing a piece of glass from the floor and holding it out in front of you.
"Who's there!" You shouted as the footsteps grew louder "I have a weapon!" Your voice cracked.
"Hello Y/N ." A man in a black hood approached "you have passed your test." He laughed
"What test? Who are you?" You shouted
"I am no other than a normal cancer patient." He lowered his hood revealing a frail older man. "You should have a new outlook on life." He smiled, "the door is that way but I do have a proposition for you"
"What's that." You dropped the glass and walked closer to him
"I want you to join me in my work; you see you have been instantly rehabilitated. Your will and desire to live allowed you to beat your test and put your past behind you."
"I can't say I understand the philosophy, but if I say no?" You questioned "and I go to the police"
"There will be no consequence, as you will never hear of me again. And I assure you the police won't help you." His raspy voice ringed around me.
"What's in it for me?" You started to consider
"To rehabilitate others the way you have been, the choice is yours." He held out his hand. Without hesitation you walked over and grabbed it.
He escorted you out of the room to a larger room where other traps were set up, he sat you down and a woman walked over to begin attending to your wounds. She seemed standoffish until she smiled.
"That was my trap too." She continued to tend to your legs and feet; you felt stinging as she cleansed and disinfected the cuts and gashes. "I'm Amanda. I am one of 2 of John's current apprentices. You would be the 3rd" she looked up at you "normally I would be disappointed in John's choices of people, but you seem alright: it'll be nice to have another girl around here." She smiled and stood up "all done, leave them on for a couple hours but you should be good to change them later." She held out her hand and helped you stand "Welcome to jigsaw"
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Killer in Training <Mark Hoffman X Reader Saw Fanfiction>
FanfictionYou're a loner, you have little friends and no family to call your own. You lost both of your parents in an accident and have been alone since. Opening up and trusting others is something that doesn't come easy. You drink day and night to numb the p...
