Chapter 1

Billy awkwardly eyed the room around him as he fumbled his fabric fingers over a sesame street toy phone. There was nothing to do. No Jigsaw- no master plans in need of his assistance...he wanted to go for a ride on his tricycle but he wasn't aloud to at the moment. He knew very well that there was activity brewing back at the house where his daddy played his games, and it really pissed him off that he wasn't included. How dare him! He threw the phone, weakly, to a place just a few feet away from his mary-janes. He kept his legs limp over the floor, and spread out just a bit, but slowly slid down to lie flat on his back. "Godamnit". He thought to himself.

After further comtemplation, Billy had become ten-fold as angsty as before, so much that he stared rather angrily up to the dimmed florescent lighting and folded his arms. That little ass-fuck of a father. With much trouble, he rolled to the side and caught some balance again- enough for him to get to his small feat and stare mindlessly at the door. He knew it was unlocked, but he wondered...what would really happen if he were to be bad and leave? Jigsaw couldn't hurt him...if he fired him it'd probably be a benefit, and really, he was way cooler than Jigsaw anyway so he wasn't afraid. He jerked quickly around, back to the pillow in which he'd been leaning against, and then averted his eyes to the teddy-bear at its side. "You stay here and cover me." It said nothing, returning only, a black and empty gaze with its plastic round button eyes. Billy took this as a solute, strangely enough, and slowly opened the door, cringing at each and every squeak and crack created from the hinges. From there, he slipped his thin puppet-body out to the hall way, where his tricycle sat. He knew very well he couldn't ride it then- it'd be far too conspicious, and so, he would walk. He eyed one end of the hallway, leading to the chamber his daddy had used for that drug-addict Amanda-bitch, and then eyed the other end, a clear path out to a rather factory-like part of the building. Smiling with spiraling cheeks and gleaming eyes, he dashed down the hallway.

From there, he was able to walk along past the cranking gizmos and strange contraptions laying about in the dusty room. He studied his surroundings curiously while he headed past this room, innocently swaying his arms from side to side with each step. He looked down to a blur of his reflection in the dark green floors, all covered with a layer of dust. This didn't really affect him though- he knew damn well he was sexy! He lifted his chin up, this time a little higher, and attempted to pull his chest forward for the illusion of manlyness as he carried on to the end of the building, feeling utterly daring and rebellious. Challanging authority was an all time favorite activity for him, and to see the light of day for once was a plus as well. He had other things in the mind though. Screw the birds and the trees. There was life afoot!

He stood, rather confused, but trying to hide it in the previous expression of ruggedness, on the beginning steps of the fire excape, until finally coming to terms with the fact that he was going to have to climb down and with each step on the narrow bars, hold on for dear life. He put a hand on the handles and looked down, and then turned himself backwards to begin the climb. With that, a finger slightly slipped over the metal, causing his eyes to enlarge. And in the result of this, he came up with a rather fantastical plan to head down! Something only a light inanimate object could accomplish! He let his legs lose their stance over the bars below him, and though wrapping his fingers around the bars, let his body swish down the latter until his feet met the ground, and his legs curled. He fell backwards with a bit of a commotion, feeling the pressure of his wooden skeleton being bent to its utmost tolerance. "Fuck!" He let out, and then looked around to make sure no one heard him. He slid his arms across the cement and pulled his legs out from the unnatural way that they were tangled and stood up, dusting the rubble of off his suit. With that, he made sure the bow-tie was straight, and then walked out, near the end of the curb.

There were a lot of things he learned about the world that day.

He learned that drug-dealers liked dark alleys next to the subway entrance.
He learned that sometimes people took pictures of other people when they were doing bad things.
He learned that whores were persistant.
He learned that it was supposed to rain that day,
that the speed limit was 25,
that the lightposts were rusting...
He learned that that the sidewalk was slippery (and in a painful way, might I add)

And you're probably wondering /why/ he learned all of these things. Well, they all resulted in his first gain of knowledge: the sad truth that taxi drivers didn't stop for puppets. He tried again and again, his pleas growing more and more agrivated, to the point where he could only scream innapropriete language at the yellow blurs as they passed him buy. He supposed his stature left him insignificant in the world.

Sure, he was pissed for a while. It wasn't exactly enjoyable wandering around town with people staring at him every which direction, but he got used to the strange looks and tried to focus on his destination.

The subway smelled like McDonalds that day, birds didn't chirp, the endless sea of heads could only move an inch a minute, and Billy was not a patient guy-Er...puppet.

Getting back to the story, it was his idea of fun to go down to that house and scare the crap out of people even though it wasn't planned. See...Daddy Jigsaw had the impression that if Billy's presence was not stratigicly put into just the right traps at just the right time, that everything would be thrown off and he'd be a disgrace to serial killers everywhere. Or all in all, master-mind criminals in general.

So naturally, Billy was quite happy about causing trouble.

However, there were other things to watch out for.

Even if he /were/ to make people crap their pants in fear, there was a slight chance that whoever had the most balls in the house wasn't gonna play into some wooden puppet coming by and trying to traumatize them all. He could have been beaten up for all he knew! It was a painful experience back with that Adam guy. He was glad he was dead.

And let us also consider the possibility of becomming /stuck/ inside of the house. Not to say that he would die or something, but generally, being stuck with a bunch of retard-losers who couldn't have gratitude for their lives just wasn't gonna do it for such a long period of time. They'd start to annoy him tremendously. Sure, he did his thing on occasion and said the whole "congratulations" speech, but it was becomming slight of a continuous routine. All the while he could only think of how pathetic they looked, and waited word upon word for his cue to ride off on his tricycle and continue on with matters that were actually /important/. Like watching Sesame Street, and listening to rap, and being mean to people, and stealing things. Those were important.

So upon arrival of the neighborhood of the house, he had a lot to ponder, and if he really truly wanted to get involved with it.

And after a second's deliberation, he decided he did! Daammmmn right, bitch.