Author's Note:

In this story, every single player in the game is a real person. I'm Angela while the rest are my friends in reality. Some might share a name with someone from the SAW series. For example, Diana is a person in my story, but she's NOT Dr. Gordon's daughter.
Jigsaw doesn't make an "appearance" in this story. I only created this story to kind of imagine what it would be like if myself and some friends were in SAW traps and whatnot, so forgive my unoriginality at some points.

With that being said, please enjoy my story...Maybe.

Six kids: three girls and three boys, are inside a broken-down home with boarded-up windows, inside and out, located in a rural area. Inside the house, the paint is starting to peel and the floors are covered in dirt and dust. One of the boys awakens.

"Ugh...Where the hell am I," he asked himself.

He looks around him and sees the others, laying on the ground.

"Shit," he exclaimed as he went up to one of the girls. "Angela, wake up! Dumbass!"

She wakes up and sits up quickly.

"What the hell," she asked. "Julio, where the hell are we?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
Angela looks around her. "Looks like Di, Destiny, Dom, and JB we're dragged in here too."

Julio wakes up Destiny, Dominique and JB.

"Where are we," JB asked.
Julio shook his head. "I don't know."

Angela goes up to Diana and shakes her.

"Bitch, wake up," she tells her. "Dude, lazyass!"

Diana wakes up quickly, and slaps Angela in the face.

"What the hell," Angela exclaimed.
"Don't touch me!"

She pushes Angela down, and sees the others.

"Julio, Destiny, JB, and Dom? What the hell," she asked. "Where are we?"
"Hell, like we know," said Destiny.

Angela stands up, and sees a recorder taped to the wall.

"That's something you don't see everyday."

She walks up to it and takes it off.

"What is that," JB asked.
Angela shows the recorder to the others. "It's a recorder thingy."
"Play it," said Julio.

Angela crouches down, and sets it on the floor. She presses the play button.

Welcome to my home. I have no doubt you're all trying to figure out where you are all at, but where you are at isn't of the importance here. The importance here is to live--Survival. I understand you were all friends with each other before being here. I understand friends love games. How you play the game is how to choose your fate. The only hint I can give you: Trust no one. Once you step through the door into the other room is when your Hell starts. Make your choice: Live or die.

"What the fuck," Destiny exclaimed. "Who the fuck was that?!"
Julio runs up to the front door and tries to open it. "It's locked! It won't open!"

Angela picks up the recorder and throws it to a wall, breaking it. She looks up at the ceiling, and turns to the others.

"We need to play the game."
"Are you fucking crazy," Destiny asked.
"You heard that thing, didn't you," Diana added. "We can get fucking killed! Do you want us to get fucking killed?!"
"No," Angela told them.. "But if we don't, we're going to be trapped here. Do you want to be trapped here?"
"No," Diana yelled as she stood up. "I'm not playing this fucking game!"

Julio walks up to Diana and pulls her to a corner of the room, away from the others.

"Nobody is going to die," he told her.
"How could you be sure of that? We're trapped in a fucking house probably in the middle of nowhere being forced to play a game!"
"Nobody is gonna die!"

Diana looks at the ground. Julio puts his hands on her shoulders.

"Look at me. Diana, look at me."

She looks back up at him.

He hugs her. "Nobody is going to die."

Angela, Destiny, JB, and Dominique look at them.

"Are you two done yet," Dominique asked.
"Yeah," said Diana as the two walked back to the group.

Julio looks at everyone.

"You guys ready," he asked everyone. "Angela?"
"Hell yeah, dude!"
"Di?
"Sure."
"JB?"
"Yeah."
"Destiny?"
"Yep."
"Dom?"
"I'm ready."

Julio nodded.

"Let's go to Hell."