I do not own deadpool or saw. This is for fun and I don't make a cent off of this.

Okay, so I am trying something new. I'm going to try and write deadpool. But in this story I am going to be writing each chapter in various points of view. So this first on is through Bob's point of view. I hope you guys find it funny. I got more coming. I'm going to try and keep up with this at least every other month, so I'm taking my time on this, as I am with all of my other stories. So have fun and enjoy.

The room was black and cold with the stench of death surrounding me at every corner.

"He Bob can ya hear me?" said a voice from the darkness.

"Mr. Wilson?" I said nervously

It took me several seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I could see that I was in a run down bathroom. The toilets were filled with slimy mold and feces. The floor tiles were cracked and crumbling to pieces.

I looked at my colleague Wade Wilson aka Deadpool.

"Mr. Wilson, where are we?" I asked.

"Hmm… well by the looks of it, a bathroom."

"We got to get out of here."

I began to move towards Deadpool, but I felt a strong tug on my foot. I looked down to investigate.

"Oh no!," I said.

There was a chain cuffed to my foot preventing me from moving no longer than a few feet. I tugged and tugged trying to break the chain from the pipe that it was attached to but alas I had no luck.

"Hey I found a saw," said Deadpool.

"Great we can cut these chains off."

"This seems familiar somehow…"

A screeching sound filled our ears causing massive pain to my eardrums. A voice on a loud speaker filled the room.

"Hello Wade Wilson, I'm here to play a game," said the voice.

"Oh I love games!" said Deadpool.

"I have all of your associates in my possession Wade. Your friends Weasel, Taskmaster, Cable, and of coarse your sidekick Bob are all playing my game. If you play it right they live, if not they die. You are a mercenary, you kill for money, and you kill for fun. You don't take life seriously. Are your friends important to you Wade Wilson? Your first task is to free Bob and yourself from the chains I have attached you to…"

"Done! I'm free!" screamed Deadpool.

"Mr. Wilson?" I asked.

"Oh I sawed off my foot and freed myself from those uncomfortable chains. Yeah as he was blabbering on my foot healed and my leg is good to go. Okay Bob you're next!"

Deadpool runs up to me with the saw and grabs my foot.

"Now this might hurt a little," he said.

I screamed in pain as he dug the saw into my flesh cutting through muscle and bone until my foot was completely off.

"Oh god! Oh god!" I kept repeating as I cried in pain.

Deadpool walked over to were he was originally chained up.

"Hey this is funny, Bob this is so funny." he said.

"W-What's funny?"

"We had a set of keys the whole time, we could have just unlocked ourselves, isn't that funny.

"WHAT!"

The voice cam back on the speaker.

"Hello Wade, by know you have realized that I have poisoned both you and your friend Bob. I have hidden the cure inside one of your friends. You must sacrifice one friends to save this one. But who will you have to"

"Blah Blah Blah, lets get out of here," shouted Deadpool.

"I think I'm bleeding to death."

"Hmm… I got an idea!"

Deadpool wraps a chain around my wound preventing me from bleeding out any further but leaving me back in the same position I was in when we got here. Trapped in a bathroom.

"Don't worry Bob, I'll free everyone and I'll get you help, and I'll kill that bad guy!"

"Mr. Wilson I…

Before I could finish Deadpool closed that bathroom door cutting me off in mid sentence.

"I-I" I stammered, "I'm so fucked!" then I passed out.