I return. The joy of a better job meaning I get to sleep and Encanto fanfictions has revived my interest. Let's get this story done.
For those that don't remember, the isekai'd man has been thrown into the Saw world, and other horror fandoms, and is now in the Saw video game in the body of an unlucky native. They've gained significant power, from a base of having the sort of garbage tier isekai package you buy in Ikea and which doesn't fit right. This is a chapter from the perspective of the mysterious Pighead, who leads the traps and twisted madness of the insane asylum that David Tapp, the black cop from Saw 1, was trapped in.
For those that have read the story, I reworked the earlier parts to make it a bit more cohesive.
His powers include minor elemental control, door smashing, trap making, moderately decent combat, shapeshifting, improved strength to the level of a pretty fit guy in a gym, he gets luckier the more he scares people, and a magical power booster from Maturin that gives him some resistance to magic. He has an inventory with a host of stuff stolen from IT, resident evil, and wherever he can find it, that he can access when he escapes. He has some allies, including a magical sorta zombie dog, and a very disloyal set of villains and heroes from resident evil. He is also annoyed at how many people Jigsaw has killed, and is ready to fight back.
Pighead has shown himself to be absurdly tough, strong, and able to sneak around and control the insane asylum. In this clash of titans, who will win? Read and find out.
David Tapp slammed a hammer into the door frame, fixing on some new deadly trap meant to kill him. It wasn't meant to be this way.
He'd been pieced back together with one purpose. Vengeance. Tapp had ruined him. He'd never appreciated life before the pain, the constant pain, but now he appreciated one thing. Tapp had to die.
The camera, one of the few Tapp hadn't found and mixed together in Tapp's sudden technical madness, flickered as an electrical pulse ran through the mad house's aging systems.
He lifted his metal mask up, affixing it on his body. He was falling apart. He was more metal than man now, his body a painful mess of plates and steel and decayed flesh. He wouldn't last much longer. But before he went, he would kill Tapp.
He had to retrieve Amanda as well. Jigsaw had said she still had a role to play in his games.
Jigsaw loved his damn traps. Slicing, cutting, jabbing. He was smarter. You could dodge a trap, but you couldn't dodge a knife to the chest.
He picked up the spiked club he treasured, with nails from when he was awakened. He touched a finger to each spike, feeling a friendly prick of pain. Jigsaw had added some sort of symbol. He said it was a trick he'd picked up, something to even the scales.
He would do something else to even the scales. He activated the remote control built into every explosive collar that the criminal scum had attached to their neck. Tapp had disabled his long since, but there were a lot of people who still had them. His voice, gravely and deep from the burns, filled the insane asylum.
"Follow the cameras. You want to live? Kill David Tapp." He set up a program where the cameras and the collars would lead every one of the over a hundred captured people to Tapp. It didn't matter how many traps he set up. The wave of bodies would rip them apart.
He injected a mix of drugs into his neck. Stimulants, antibiotics, everything he needed to stay alive just a bit longer and overcome the freakishly strong Tapp.
"You broke me. I'll break you back." He slipped into the red robes and pig head, and got ready to go murder Tapp.
From across the asylum doors clicked open, and prisoners were freed. They had all done something quite bad to get here. Jigsaw had been thorough in this massive game. Drug users, prostitutes, homeless people were common, but there were also corrupt insurance officials, bad cops, and others of more standing.
He selected people very carefully for his games to add to the ambiance, but this game for Tapp needed lots of bodies. Everyone Jigsaw could find who fit his ideals had been grabbed, collared, and let loose in his facility to face down Tapp.
Some would call Jigsaw petty, for throwing over a hundred people single man who once tried to kill them. He wasn't petty. He'd separated them into rooms, placed tools and traps and other things to make sure there were no unmanageable fights.
All of that was ending now. With makeshift weapons like broken legs from beds and syringes used to pacify old inmates they rushed towards their goal, seeking freedom from death.
Getting closer, a man and a woman stopped at a door. They could see the wiring, the hint that there was a shotgun trap above it. The massive sign spray painted next to it saying do not enter was also a hint.
The man grabbed the woman and kissed her. "This is just like when we were in New York. We scammed them, we'll scam him too. We just need to get close enough, and we can wait for others and steal their kill. We can do this."
The woman kissed him back, full of passion. "Together forever. We'll show Tapp that he doesn't mess with the Faranis.
The man stepped under the door, and quickly darted back to dodge the shotgun trap fired down.
What actually hit him was a spike trap. It slammed into him from below.
His partner squeaked past him, as he was pinned to the ground.
"I'll see you in the next life! I gotta get out!" She waved and rushed onwards to her freedom, leaving him to bleed out.
A group of four men, leading a dozen others burst through another door. They were muscular men, with heavy weapons. They'd been drug dealers once, college men who worked out, and pushed their products on those outside. Now they were forming their own gang.
"You get to test the next door, Bob." The leader of the gang said. He poked him forward with a spiked club.
Bob looked back for support from his fellow insurance adjusters. None of them felt he was a risk worth taking on. They looked down, happy that they wouldn't be the ones facing the next danger.
He breathed faster and faster, and slowly stepped forward. He shoved the door open, looking for a trap. There was no trap.
What there was in the next room was a monstrosity. Poles and cameras and odd things from across the asylum, melded together into a thin man form, with a tube sticking out of its chest.
"Burn." The speakers onboard spoke, as a flame erupted out of it, burning him and those behind them.
A pair of cops advanced slowly down the corridor. They'd lived a rough and ready life, protecting the community above what their bosses wanted by collecting collection money to fund it. A little violence here and there kept the cash rolling in.
One was calm, and one was panicking.
"We'll get through this bro. Together. I know it's hard. I know you hate places like this. But together, we'll get out. We should-"
As the one trying to calm their companion stepped forward, the metal wires under their feet sparked up. Electricity flooded the floor, slowly frying them.
Their buddy raced into action. He drew a small explosive they'd wrestled out of a trap and jury rigged into a grenade out, and tossed it at what he now saw was the wiring. The trap fizzled out, disarmed. He grabbed his buddy, and held him up.
"I'll get us through this. For you, I'll do it."
There were many tales of villainy and heroism as the people advanced through the asylum, pushing through traps from Tapp and Jigsaw. But Jigsaw's traps were predictable, and Tapp hadn't had long to prepare his traps. Pighead watched from the cameras as they advanced, closing off the paths Tapp could escape.
Tapp had fucked up. He had thought that fixed traps and defenses would be enough to stop him- and maybe they would be enough to stop just him. But he had an army. They'd needed a few deaths to motivate them, but they'd got moving with time.
121 unarmed people.
23 armed people.
30 injured or disabled people.
Tapp, because he was weak, hadn't made deadly traps. He made painful, horror inducing traps, but all that had done is make the people group and go slowly and carefully. He'd pushed them forward whenever they flagged with messages, and now it was time to end this.
Tapp was likely holed up in a big auditorium. He gave the prisoners commands to cut off each entrance on his portable laptop, and prepare to breach.
He paused. He had told something to Tapp once. Tapp always rushed headlong into things, and he'd warned him.
"Whenever things are going well, expect a trap."
He could have rigged this place to blow. Chemicals, explosives- there's a bunch of ways. An old wound started to hurt again as he remembered. You shouldn't trust easy wins. He pressed a button on his laptop, calling everyone.
"Send in the injured, carrying the portable cameras. I want this done well. If you kill him, without killing the woman you'll all go free. Anyone tries to be a hero-"
He made all their collars bleep.
They didn't move. He growled, and tapped a button.
One of the healthy, uninjured men's collar started bleeping. He screamed, and shook around, till the venus fly trap death mask slammed on both sides of his face. He screamed even more then, as the nails ripped through his skull.
The healthier among the groups started shoving the injured people into the room after that. They knew they could be next.
He could see into the amphitheater. Amanda was there, tied to a table. Next to her stood him. Tapp.
A drug dealer who had pushed drugs on college kids and now been burnt for their trouble charged forward, along with their insurance broker gang. Their bodies were hurt, but they could still attack.
Tapp clicked a button on his hand, and an electrified net dropped down, stunning them. The insurance brokers collapsed, but the drug dealer dodged it.
With more strength and speed that Tapp should have had, the man dodged and swayed with the blows, quickly knocking him out.
As he fought them a scam artist Tapp had spiked before charged in from behind and stabbed a needle of heroin straight into Tapp. He shrugged it off like it was nothing, and backhanded the man away.
11 down.
The rest were more cautious. They disabled traps, slowly closing around Tapp, who was content to stand there panting, recovering. A cop and his buddy, uninjured but unwilling to leave his companion, were the first to charge forward. The man quickly slammed something into each, disabling them. He could see two markers on his laptop vanish. A taser?
He headed forward. He'd need to help the rest handle him.
Tapp moved fluidly and quickly. Somehow, he shifted forms, sometimes to that of a woman, other times to that of a smaller man, dodging past each blow. His body was flexible beyond that of any humans, swaying out past blows that would kill a normal human. With little twists of his wrist and movements he summoned bursts of fire, earth, water, and air, stunning people who got too close. His luck was impossible. His enemies would stumble and trip, while the floor seemed to almost shift to favor him.
Once, a pair of them caught him, grabbing him and holding him still, wobbling on their sliced up flesh. A third came in to hit him. Something as small as a coin glowed, dulling the blow, and he twisted his arm, a crack sounding through the camera as it dislocated and popped back in. He held up a photo, and the two holding him collapsed, screaming in madness at the sight of it, hands digging into their own eyes to tear them out.
He ran. He hadn't believed it, but he knew what this was. Magic. Jigsaw had told him about it. It wasn't a deep well, in this world. It would drain Tapp to use whatever dark powers he had gained. He needed to attack him soon.
He had noticed the large clothes hung over things that hadn't been there before. More traps, or those evil robots he had somehow made from cameras and scraps he found in his cave.
Soon the rest of the injured people had been knocked down by Tapp. Tapp grabbed a camera, looked into it and spoke.
"Come at me, you mother fucker, or Amanda's dead."
He ran.
A minute later he'd arrived. He jumped as he heard something behind him- but no, Tapp was still pacing up ahead, and all the prisoners were where they were meant to be. He tucked the laptop away, locked, behind a bed, and pulled out a button that had some of the same functionality. He was at one of the entrances to the amphitheater where twenty of the remaining healthy people stood. They looked nervous, as they should be with traps strapped to their necks. A flick of a button, and every one of them would die.
He clicked a button, and sent a prerecorded message to everyone.
"Attack him now."
He himself hefted up a metal bed tray, and went forward. He needed some protection if Tapp had some surprise ready.
He walked in behind the screaming prisoners as they sought Tapp's death. As he'd expected, beneath the sheets were more robots, with spikes, flames and death spewing out. They had stopped the charge for now, as people drowned them in numbers, and Tapp was by Amanda's bed.
He charged, the bed pan held high. He felt bullets slam into the metal, and he knew he'd been right to bring this. Somehow, Tapp had gotten a rifle. The metal of the bed was built to hold strong men who didn't appreciate the experiments on inmates done here though, and it held enough to deflect the full metal jacket bullets away from him.
He slammed the bed pan into Tapp, and Tapp slammed back. He could hear the twisting as Tapp's body shifted to what he assumed was a stronger form, and even more strength behind it as he slammed into the shield, denting steel thick enough to stop a charging bull.
Just as planned. He swung his spiked club around, catching Tapp in the side. With a surprised huff, Tapp fell to the ground, back in his base form.
The symbols on his bat glowed, like radiation, but he pushed that from his mind. He needed to end this quickly and save Amanda, Jigsaw's apprentice. Or he'd face him again.
He slammed the spiked club down. Tapp spat at him, sending a green, smoking fluid at his face. He caught it with an arm, and felt it burning even through the armor, smashing the club into his chest again to crack some ribs and leave a bloody imprint.
"This is over, Tapp." He said.
Broken and battered down by what he now knew must be an antimagic spiked club, Tapp laughed.
"Call an ambulance. But not for me, Steven Sing. What's that behind you?"
He ground his teeth. How did Tapp find out? It didn't matter. He wouldn't fall for that. He went to end this, to drive the spiked club through Tapp's brain.
He felt a hard pair of impacts come at him from behind.
He looked back. The two cops who he though Tapp had stunned were up, and armed with shotguns. His back burnt, but the soft lead slugs didn't have the penetration to get through. He could get through this. He clicked a button on the master switch he held, to activate both of their venus traps.
It didn't work. Shell after shell slammed into him, the powerful impacts cracking bones and knocking him back, even if they couldn't pierce his armor.
Tapp surged forward, ignoring broken bones and battered limbs, a tattoo of a turtle glowing as bright as the sun on his wrist, and grabbed him. With a single skilled motion he tore off the front armor plate of Steven Singer's armor.
The next shells hit him. He felt them flash through him, and tear apart his insides. He felt his limbs go limp as he dropped to the ground, like a puppet whose strings were cut.
As he wondered how this could all happen, he found his answer.
Tapp walked forward, and span his wrist. From out of nowhere he pulled a pistol, and fired three shots into the ceiling.
From each prisoner's necks from the hidden microphones a growl emerged.
"I've killed your boss. I've got control. Stand the fuck down." Tapp ordered, gesturing wildly with his gun. His two armed accomplices turned and offered him fire support.
The prisoners paused.
Out of a door walked a dog, carrying his laptop. It had logged on, and navigated to the program he used to control the necklaces.
His last thought before he went unconscious was, he had been outsmarted by a dog?
Who's a good doggy? Cure is!
Shadow Thorn6I am glad to oblige and grant you more story.
Man Man- Thanks, I try to keep the story different.
Guest. Ethan doesn't know what the hell is going on. He's been jumped around in a magical portal back and forth and repeatedly mind controlled by people, and still things the protag is his wife. Pretending to be Ethan's wife is obviously pretty dangerous, but it's better than being killed in Saw.
Another Guest. You know when you are setting up your fancy 2000 dollar gaming computer, and you enjoy a bottle of 100 dollar wine, and you start to type on your top of the line mechanical keyboard that just feels right, and then you need to decide on the antivirus, and 60 dollars a year? No, the bank will not bear that cost. You go for a free antivirus. That's basically how his ROB treated his isekai. He got the cheapest jury rigged starting powers, and then he was shoved in a situation that needs top of the line powers. He's a lot stronger now because he bought several tiers up, but it's really traumatizing being tortured and abused and torn apart by traps set by an angry bald guy. Also, Eve is a super zombie, and she forced him to get the party skill for free, because she has super fungi mind control powers.
Isleep. Dimensional travel is easy in the Stephenverse, and IT was able to travel from the macroverse to earth and they're in a magical town. In a supernatural horror universe it doesn't take a lot of mystical juice to summon a horror. Also, the flood would have wrecked him, because they're a hyper advanced post singularity civilization with advanced biomancy, and he's a dude who has bad luck.
Next chapter he gets to reap the rewards of the world, and then onto the next universe.