"I probably shouldn't have killed John Kramer… and Amanda… and broke the timeline. But in my defence, there wasn't really a good warning to me that breaking time was a realistic possibility. I thought that given that I have already massively altered the timeline it would just work out. That time was a timey wimey ball and I would be fine, so yeah. Oops. Sorry. We good?" I asked.

Maturin had scales that rippled with colour. They were even more vibrant now, with his power flushed and grown with the might of Pennywise, who was slowly digesting in his vast maw. His reptilian head, as vast as the world, normally looked grandfatherly and happy. Now, the colours were paused, still, the power to destroy worlds focused on little me.

"You know what you did. Cut the crap." His voice came out, an annoyed tone in his massive voice.

And there I was left in the void, his voice booming around me.

Most people I faced some clever scheme could stop. Even the toughest mortal would die to a harsh trap. If I was tossed into Bleach land and faced people who could wield swords as powerful as skyscrapers, I still had some hope if I could ram enough skyscrapers into them.

This was different. He had some foundation in reality, and damaging the Clownverse would damage him. But as is, summoned before him, I was a very small ant before a titan with the strength to crush me.

"Yes, I may have been aware that breaking time was a bad idea." I sighed and looked down. "It was stupid. I admit that. I am sorry. Why did you send me to that time broken place in the Saw world though?"

Maturin shook his head. "There's one higher than me pushing your strings. I can't control you fully."

I looked around. "The dark tower." The metaphysical construct at the centre of his universe.

"Higher. I know it sucks that all this metaphysical bullshit is coming down on your head, but you need to be wary. Time is like a train of thought. It can keep going even if you throw a lot of stuff in the way but if you cut the lines too hard, it will derail. That's bad for everyone."

"Did that happen with Amanda?"

He nodded.

"Her future nature as undead was retroactively connected to this moment. John Kramer had no such future, so your actions broke the timeline. Imagine time as like a river. Little rocks? It'll flow right over on it's course. Drop a giant boulder in upstream? The river authorities are gonna be mad."

"That makes sense. I'll be more careful not to cause any disruptions."

Maturin nodded, his scales returning to their normal motion.

"That's all I ask."

"Who is this higher one? Are they my old patron?"

He shook his head, stars flying aside as he did.

"Saying their names would only draw their eyes. They are separate. The one who forged your power, the one who pulls your strings, and the one who drives the train. Find them yourself. A mortal like you draws far fewer eyes. And don't rock the boat again for a while, it cost a lot of power to fix this mistake." His voice was calmer now he was issuing orders. It was mine to obey, I guess.

I was a bit disappointed at no lore dump, but I was ok reading. Once I got to a world with more open internet access I would be looking up who the patrons were.

"I'll work it out. I'll make sure I don't break time again."

He looked side to side, a motion strange when each movement of his rainbow reptilian head was vaster than the world. "You can't trust your instincts."

"Why not?" I asked. And the turtle, the size of worlds, looked cagey.

"Trust me. Think everything through."

"Something weird is up, isn't it?" I asked.

He nodded. "You never will have an easy path."

Then, I was back in a dark toilet, in the body of a black man trapped by Kramer on a personal vendetta that he had justified to himself as helping him get over the obsession of chasing Kramer.

I would follow my patron's guide. But this was a weird life I was in.

I was used to being able to trust my emotions. I'd trained them well to be my speedy quick smart response to problems. Something was off with them.

By sequence breaking I had missed out a lot of chances to buff myself, and failed at boosting my strength. So, now it was time to grind. I also needed Detective Tapp to like me, so I could bring him into the fold of my Saw fiefdom.

Genius, which gave me dual mental tracks, was fun. While I worked this all out, I dismantled my face mask, along with the TV, scavenging the scarce parts once more. It wasn't so much that I had two minds at once, like in Kumo desu ga, Nani ka, or Games we Play. It was more that when I multitasked I could give each all my attention at once. My mind felt grander.

As I began to walk through the maze of the asylum, I opened to Tapp.

"I am Macgyver, the planeswalker. We have a shared enemy, the one you know as Jigsaw. Truthfully, John Kramer, cancer patient, turned mad murderer. Fight alongside me and all truth will be revealed."

He strained against my control. I felt my fist clench, and yank away, slamming into the wall.

One of the charged components hit me with a powerful shock. I tensed, holding it, pushing back with magic and will against the impulse to drop the charged TV parts and kill myself. I just managed it.

"Don't lie to me! Who are you." He said. I strained, and took back control. I needed

"I am inside your body. I am a divinely powered being sent to save you from the dangers of this place. I am controlling you because I need to use my technical skills to stay safe. As proof-"

I quickly purchased Air Mastery, Earth Supremacy, Hand of Earth Metal mastery, Fire Mastery, and Water Master, and ascended to become the avatar of Raava. I wish.

The powers didn't give me any fluid control, or any earthquake shattering control. At a massive cost in stamina I could manipulate a small amount of the material a short distance from me. With earth at least, since I had supremacy as well I could control it a bit better.

I took out a handful of earth, and shaped it in front of him. I could feel the dirt shift, like it was a part of me, and I formed it into the shape of a Jigsaw.

"The enemy."

"It's Gordon Lawrence. Kramer is just a cancer patient." He said, confidently. I started to dismantle the TV more, using my powers more. It was easier with them. I could manipulate things with the dirt, tug metal directly.

"No, the evidence was planted- let me show you." I sent him a stream of images from my mind, of Kramer talking to me, trapping me, of Gordon locked in a dirty toilet just like him.

Why had my taser been better at grandmaster? I just didn't get the physics of it. It wasn't any more charged up than any other. No more current or voltage. I hadn't pushed it somewhere different. Why had it done more damage at grandmaster?

I tried to push my memory back, to try and grasp the insight I had gotten then. How could I draw out more power from nothing? Was it some magic thing? Had it been magically boosted to super electricity? Had I tapped into etheric currents of the universe and somehow empowered my taser?

I formed a mental model of the circuit board of the grandmaster quality taser. You crush it, all the electricity goes into them-

Oh. Yeah. That was obvious. It would collapse in such a way to leave the wires jutting out there. Blood was conductive to electricity, meaning it would travel better. It would punch through clothes better.

Using broken glass, metal magic, and earth magic made tools tools, along with small pushes of air, I made it.

Macgyver's Taser. Mark 2. Durability, 1/1. Damage, 200. A copied model of the grandmaster quality inspired taser, formed of electrical fragments of television. Uses sharp glass and metal to penetrate clothing and skin and hit harder.

Crafting formula added to recipe book.

I felt a rush of knowledge. I could see each component, each permutation, each wire. I knew I could make this device much more easily in the future, and customize it further.

New feature, cool. I felt I could craft this taser much more easily and quickly in the future.

It looked like a paper box, with metal and glass sticking out of it. From the back, a plastic pipe I had ripped out held it away from me, since the charge would happily jump to me if allowed. Ram it into someone, and all the stored charge within would discharge, giving whoever touched it a nasty shock. This one was layered so I could easily upgrade it with further TVs, with racked capacitors.

I wasn't as skilled as a grandmaster, but with something quick and dirty like this, I could bring out as much damage and firepower.

I remade my spear, and found a bag again, and was ready to go.

I made my way onwards, working on dismantling the two masks from the first room and had blessed silence until we were trapped in the bomb room.

He finished his flashbacks. "I have so many questions- you know- you can get justice. We can justice together. We can stop him."

"I swear to you, together we will stop this scheme of his." I went to the bomb.

"You want to play his game?" I asked, as Jigsaw on the TV blared on about how he wanted us to go reach into a toilet filled with HIV covered needles to grab something.

"I won't play his games. Not any more."

I went to the bomb, took some paper, and sliced out all the explosive from the bottom again.

"I wish I had you when we were facing down his traps. Maybe Sing could have lived."

I had a sudden instinct. I walked over to the bars, and purchased a perk.

Deadlight Acoylte. You are a creature of terror and horror. You have forsaken your humanity to gain a hint of the divine. Terrify others, and guide their fates to death. You can gain a constant bonus of up to ten luck by increasing the terror of others.

I went to the wired bars that kept me from my companion in the other room. I didn't kill him, this time. I ripped it open again like before, and stepped inside.

The man backed away in fear, waving his hands as I went towards him. I felt the power within me, another shard of power within my soul, one pulsating with the power to terrify. I could dominate this asylum. Pigface ruled for now, but I would make them fear me more. I would slay and torture the mad that Kramer had brought me, and gain the power to crush them with fate.

I slapped the man. "You know what Kramer told you. Tell me his plan." I said, my voice cold and rough.

"He said- his video- not to tell-" I focused again on Tapp, and spoke to both of them. "We can find out the secrets of John Kramer. We can find out his scheme here, in the asylum."

The man below shook. "You're crazy." He tried to get up, and I kicked him down.

"You and me together. This man is in the way. Will you stand with me?"

Detective Tapp took control, and his fist rammed into the man, knocking him down.

"Tell us what you know!" he said. He picked him up, and we lifted him to the explosive, still ticking down. "Or you'll be salsa."

I grinned, as my luck ticked up one.

Thanks to Likkoyn again for being an awesome beta.

Next chapter, onwards through Saw the Video game.

I'm gonna revise a few old chapters as well, add some more info dumping for people less familiar with it.

Swiftwolfbeta. He was pissed that he broke the timeline and killed Saw whilst they were in saw the video game which is before Saw 2. He also didn't have personal control over where he was sent. Maturin is his patron, but not omnipotent, and he's also busy maintaining the shitty multiverse that is the dark tower that is filled with demons, monsters, vampires, and killer clowns.

Enclave. All has been explained.

Ajin. SCP soon.

AmurderofCrows. The MC has always been arrogant and petty. They didn't need infinite lives to do that. They haven't really worked on dealing with their pettiness yet, since they can just teleport to new worlds and avoid consequences so being petty is fine for them (though their karmic debt to Eveline may be catching up to them soon), but they're working on being less arrogant. That said, the pain resistance is a thing, but they are very worried about death. You saw a bit of it in the previous chapters, where repeated mind control and trauma left them insane and unable to get out of that mental pit. They had several hundred or thousand or something loops where they repeatedly died and were broken. They're extremely worried about that, and when there's a serious prospect of that they wisecrack less.

Guyfives. It's back, and a new chapter soon. Already half written, and my neighbors are being quiet.

Enclave. One day, the stompa will be full sized. His mechas probably will have a very orkish style to them. Lots of scrap metal, lots of rough edges, and more dakka.