25 Days of Ficmas 2023

Day Four: Secret Santa (SAW)

SAW 'trappers' x Fem!ReaderJohn Kramer x Neice!ReaderMark Hoffman x Girlfriend!ReaderSummary: Of all the other Fucking apprentices, why did I have to pull his name out of the hat

****mentions of sex but no actual smut*

The life of a Jigsaw apprentice was a hard one. This was even more true when your uncle was 'Jigsaw' himself, John Eugene Kramer.

My whole life, I have been subject to the strict ruling and overprotective law that was Uncle John. My mother didn't care much for me, instead preferring to pawn me off on her older brother so she could go out and 'catch me a new step daddy.' So, I started to look forward to my time shadowing him all around town as he and Art Blank worked together on the Urban Renewal Project.

I was crushed really as much as Uncle John by his terminal cancer diagnosis. I didn't sleep well for weeks, afraid I would wake to find he died while sleeping. I tended him as best I could as a teenager with no prior medical training. I grew to hate the so called medical professionals who had missed the earlier stages of his illness, when it might have been treatable. Now, all anyone could do was help manage the symptoms. Not the symptoms of the cancer tearing apart his body. But the symptoms of dying.

It seems only fitting that the second I was a legal adult, and therefor allowed to make my own decisions, I was offered a place by my uncle's side as he tried to help people see the value behind cherishing their lives. But, I couldn't accept my rightful place until I passed my test.

My own test came about in much the same way as others did. A needle of 'goodnight juice' right to the neck. The only difference was this time, the mark was drugged in John's own home, where she happened to have her own room and bathroom. When I finally woke up, I couldn't see a thing. I had to rely on non-visual clues to assess where I even was. The stench of refuse and rotting flesh met my nose. This told me I was in a place that someone, or multiple someones, had died before. The sound of water droplets falling into an already-present puddle filled both my ears, proving to me there was a leak or overflowing bucket on either side of my head.

A soaking wet cloth fastened over my eyes was what I now knew was blocking my vision. As I went to remove it from my face, I became aware of the heavy chains, cuffed to each of my wrists, that made it so I couldn't lift my arms anywhere above waist height.

My breathing quickened as panic set in. I wasn't delusional enough to assume I was 'safe' just because John was my uncle. I knew all his traps were designed to kill if the subject didn't pass the test set up for them. But, I also couldn't see what I could've done to displease the man that literally raised me. So, I was also afraid he had made up some Bullshit rule just to be able to test me so I could prove myself to him and the other disciples.

"Hello Y/N, I want to play a game." The modulated "Jigsaw" voice spoke from speakers somewhere around the space I was currently held captive in. I let out a shaky breath as I waited to hear my offenses as well as what I could possibly do to make up for them.

"All your life, you have done everything you were told and nothing else, too scarred by the woman who gave you life choosing anything and everything she wanted over you. You got good grades simply to please me. You were a kind person because that's how a certain motherly figure taught you to be. You've been nothing but a good little girl. You've never once even tried to think or act for yourself." The voice chastised.

How can being obedient be a bad thing? Because I need to be more than just that. I need to do right because it's what I desire. Not just because it's what I've been told to do.

"Today, that singular focus will be put to the test. Right now, you are deep underground, trapped and restricted underneath the very project you've helped me with since you were twelve. Your goal is to get out. Everything in your mind is currently telling you to wait until the ninety minute timer, that will start as soon as this message is over, runs out. At which time an apprentice of mine will swiftly let you out. Then we'll go for ice cream. But, a self-sufficient adult would use any means necessary to get herself out before time runs out. Proving she is ready to be a part of the real world. Even when I'm no longer in it. Let the games begin."