I got up quickly. Pighead was after my head, and he had recovered quickly from the taser. Sprinting off, I shoulder rammed my way through a door.

I knew the path. There could only be one king in Sawverse, and that king would be me. Time to die, John Kramer.

I sprinted up the stairs. Up at the top, a pair of people awaited, with venus fly traps. No doubt more of Kramer's minions. I slammed my body weight into one, knocking him back, and stabbed with my spear at the second, ramming it into their chest. The glass shard broke off, and I ripped it away as they staggered back, bleeding to death.

You have dazed an opponent! You have slain an opponent!

As they staggered around, dazed, I darted into a nearby medical room. Amanda had memorized this- ah. In an empty fluids bag next to a bed that smelt of crazy people pissing themselves and pain, was a key. I grabbed it.

The man who I had dazed got up, reaching towards my chest. I picked up a chair from the room, and smashed it into their head. The chair shattered in my hands, cheap old metal and rusted joinings fracturing under my strength and their age. He staggered back and I tossed the remnants at him, and ran past him.

I heard a meaty snap behind me, as his mask triggered.

I had no time for that.

As I pushed the key into a door, I had a quick think about recent revelations. I'd done some sort of magical ritual to gain extra crafting skill? That had been weird, I could spontaneously trigger ritual magic, but not much I could do about it now.

Wickerman. Horror film. A police officer goes to a town, finds they have creepy pagan worship, gets sacrificed to the gods. I wasn't sure exactly what I was meant to take from that. But regardless, my plan stood.

This town wasn't big enough for the both of us. I was gonna unseat Kramer as king.

Sticky lock. I fiddled with it a bit more, and got the door open.

I was more careful now, stealthy now that Pighead wouldn't be immediately sure where I went. I locked the door behind me, and moved more slowly and carefully. I began coiling the electrical wire I had ripped from the TVs and the walls into a rope.

The way the asylum was set up, they had lots of flat roofs. This was a common thing when you were cheaping out on property. Flat roofs were cheaper to maintain, maximized space, let you set up things like gardens on the roof.

This one had a garden that had run wild. Greenland everywhere. It was probably meant to help calm down the inmates and stop them biting the staff. I personally didn't find it that calming. I paced through it, going past overgrown tomatoes and pumpkins that the inmates had probably made months ago.

Kramer had a weakness. He was very good in personal combat, had lots of traps and fancy things and minions and stuff that made him very hard to pin down.

However, he was still just a man, and was not immune to buildings falling on his head.

Once I got to the roof above the library, I started setting up my magical ritual.

Rituals were hard. Maturin had confirmed to me, a lot of worlds were magically dead. They had some rare fonts of magic here and there, but there was no ambient power to draw on. He had confirmed that was true even for John Kramer. Even if he was an archmage of the highest degree, able to throw fireballs around and use a time turner and fly around on a broomstick, without power to use he couldn't do much.

That was where these magical items I had grabbed came in.

Ritual of tracking. Form a magical connection between yourself and a target of choice. Cost, 1 magic point, and 1 personal link. Range, 100 meters.

I stuck my fingers down my throat, grabbed the string, and pulled out my holdaway item. Some fancy, colourful, clownish glasses. I put them on, and all the plants around me became clownish and colourful. I took them off.

These let you see clowns everywhere and made the world fun. In time, they would make those clowns real and have them hunt you down. Probably. I didn't really care. They were a magical item.

I took my spear and sliced open my arm. Taking the blood, I formed a pentagram on a small clearing on the roof, and placed the video tape and the glasses between them. I then focused my will on the magic, and spoke the words.

"Servant of the high one, hear my plea.

I offer this undone, search for me."

I heard the clown glasses scream in my head, as whatever demon that possessed them was undone and sacrificed to power my tracking spell. I picked up the video tape.

Some of the magnetic tape was floating out, pointing in a direction. I very carefully and slowly and silently moved through the forest as it guided me to Kramer's location.

Once there, I analysed the situation with Mad Scientist, and found some points where the glass was pretty unstable. This room had been extensively modified. Peaking through, Jigsaw had built some sort of weird altar, which had majorly damaged the structural foundation of the room. He was working to prepare a bunch of TVs, fiddling with the wiring. It looked like they were preparing some sort of grand finale where the truth would be revealed and Tapp would have to make deep emotional choices.

Fuck emotional choices. I had explosives.

I lay the explosive charges out, using twisted bits of garbage paper and wire as a way to get some distance from the explosion. I lay out the explosives carefully, packing them together with stray plant matter to direct the explosive downwards.

I packed the taser and the tracking tape in greenery, so they wouldn't break.

Then, all the jury rigged wires set up, all the explosives places ready whilst Jigsaw stayed busy making the game of a generation, I hid behind a steam chimney, pulled out a small bit of charged tv fragment, and held it close to the wire.

I paused. There was something I should do, but I couldn't remember what…

Gamer's mind was keeping me too focused. I dropped it down.

I felt a sudden flurry of pains, emotions and all sorts of nonsense about how killing was wrong, and shoved it down deep. Only emotion I needed now was anger.

Something came to the fore. Tapp. The detective who had been pursuing John Kramer, and whose body I was in.

Oh yeah. I opened a mental channel.

"It's till to kill him. To kill John Kramer, Jigsaw."

"I know. Who are you?"

"The planeswalker. Macgyver. When we're done with this, find Adam Stanheight." One of the things I had learned last time from the battle with clown was you didn't go into battle with your allies unprepared.

I pulled up gamer's mind again, a welcome relief from the mess of emotions, and set the explosives off. Time to bury John Kramer under a roof.

20 damage done! Explosive stun effect negated by Gamer's Mind.

I was slammed back into the earth as the chimney broke apart under the more powerful than usual explosion.

That was… weird. I quickly got up, and looked over.

That explosive was a lot bigger than it, or the physics, dictated it should be. That was again pretty weird, but I didn't have time to worry.

Jigsaw had a bunch of perks to prop him up if he lost all his health. If I was lucky, he would be dead, but he was fast and canny, I couldn't rely on that.

1000HP, after all, meant surviving multiple gun blasts. In his case, it would probably be more about dodging and luck, but it was a lot of extra durability.

I rammed the metal of my spear pipe into a hole in the broken concrete roof, tied the makeshift rope on, and twirled down the rough line of wire tangled together with hope and dreams.

This was a really rough and ready way to get down and in an ideal world I would use a safer moment but this was not an ideal world. And the explosion had lowered the durability of my rope.

Makeshift rope. 2/4 durability. A twisted and broken abomination forged of ripped out wires and cables. Extremely unstable.

You have taken one damage! You have taken one damage!

My hand was sliced bloody and raw as I went down, the sharp wire slowly bleeding me out. Then, catastrophe. When I was around 10 meters down, one of the knots started to uncoil.

Shit. I could see part of the altar of tvs had survived, poking up, the other buried in glass and broken roof.

I kicked forward, grabbing at it.

Dex check failed! 15/20.

The wire snapped before I could reach it. I crashed to the floor, my right leg bone snapping with a wet crack as I smashed badly onto the floor.

Damage taken! 50 damage. Arterial bleeding debuff (20%) negated by gamer's body. Broken leg debuff (50%) partially negated by gamer's body. 10 HP lost from bleeding per second.

I pushed through it, quickly putting pressure on the wound. The pipe. It had fallen near me. I ripped my top off and made a quick crutch from it, tugging my leg bone back into place, stemming the blood enough to give my body time to heal. I healed 1HP every 20 seconds, I'd be fine.

I was down to 70 HP, slowly dripping down at one a second by the end, but I wasn't dead yet.

I picked up the tape scryer, and got ready to scry and die. I wouldn't have long before Pighead would be here, and I needed to finish the job and get my 1000 perk points.

I hobbled over to a chunk of rubble notably smaller than the others. There he was. John Kramer. The tape was pulling like mad now, the magical connection to the maker stronger than ever as we got close for our final encounter.

I pulled my backpack out, getting the taser out of it's planty enclosure.

Then, impossibly fast, John Kramer lashed out. A knife rammed into my chest, sending a hot wave of agony through me.

I felt all the pain and agony and weakness that had been building up, the burnt flesh, my bruised mind, the tiredness, rush back in. My powers were gone. I fell back stunned.

Kramer pulled himself out from the rubble, bruised and abused, but still his living pasty ass.

"Macgyver you-"

My body slammed forward and my fist slammed into Kramer like a jack hammer. He was knocked back, dazed.

"You killed my partner! Die you sick fuck."

Detective Tapp. Thank Maturin.

He kept on pounding at him.

"You lost me my job!" His fist smacked into Kramer, uncaring of the damage he was doing to himself as the knife grinded in his chest.

"You made my wife leave me!"

His fist smashed into Kramer with another meaty thud.

"You made me look crazy!" He yelled, as he smashed him again.

I considered letting him do his thing, but I could see that while Kramer was surprised he was rolling with the punches. He was close to rallying.

I pushed my raw human will forward, whispering in his ear as he prepared for another strike.

"Use the taser." He grunted in assent, grabbed it out of the bag, and slammed it into Kramer.

The pulse cooked him. His pasty ass shook and pulsed as the dirty electrics from the broken TVs ran through him. His arms and legs flopped out at all angles as he collapsed, his flesh burnt and charred.

Tapp looked him over, and spat at Kramer's corpse.

"Good riddance."

He then flopped down to his butt, his rage spent.

"I am gonna die here, aren't I? "He said, looking at his broken chest, punctured lung, and generally broken body.

"Pull the knife out. I can heal us." It was hard speaking, with the burning of everything still up, but I managed it. He grabbed it and yanked it out, a spurt of fresh blood coming out.

You have killed John Kramer. Congratulations. You win. Level up and 1000 perk points. Title gained- The King.

I felt the pain lighten but not vanish and took in a breath again, feeling the blood in my lungs bubble.

I think I could repair my leg enough to get out, with the extra perk points.

Pighead burst in through a door. He looked pissed. I sighed.

Then he exploded into a mess of thousands of forms. My own body twisted and mutated, and I saw a thousand worlds. I lived as each person in every saw movie, and died in them, I was ripped apart by a thousand traps and ripped apart a thousand others.

But they all broke down in madness and death, because John Kramer was meant to be alive in Saw 2, but I had killed him in the past.

Temporal paradox detected. Emergency exit.

I was floating in the void, near a massive Turtle, grander than the world, who looked pissed.

"Hi, Maturin." I said, sheepishly.

Next Chapter, Saw the normal video game and a Maturin chewing out.

PegasiJake. I do love old horror movies.

Maurz. Harsh.

Mistersnx. Thanks, good to write it.

Bonbonboi666. Why blackout club? Is it good?

Dragon0905. Harsh.

And thanks to Likkoyn for becoming beta.