Welcome To Chapter 5!

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a male panther Woke up in a dim lit room, Feeling pain in his Right eye. He sees that his upper torso is hooked up to a metal device, with what seems to be a mask with spikes in it. "Wh-What The Fuck?! H-HEEY! Help!" He yelled. He stood up from his chair and looked around for anything he could use. He saw a mirror hanging on one of the walls and walked over to it.

What he saw was his eye leaking blood with a stitched Cut under his eye. "Aw...SHIT!" He yelled, not happy with what happened to his appearance. Suddenly, a TV turned on, he spun to his Left, where the TV was. after a few seconds of Static, Jigsaw's Doll was on the screen, it turned to the camera and started speaking.

"Hello, Nathan. In what very loosely can be called your life, you completely removed yourself from Society. More than that, you watch others for a living, making yourself a voyeur, always watching everything from the shadows. Today we will see if you can look inward, rather than outward." It Explained. Nathan was starting to be scared. The doll continued talking.

"the device you are wearing is a death mask, which will close and kill you if you do not locate the key in time." The camera switched to something that seemed to be old footage. On it was a cloaked figure, tampering with Nathan's Face, with Nathan Laying unconscious on a table. "What you are looking at right now is you more than 2 hours ago. You were sound asleep, and couldn't feel a thing. In case you're slow, here is a hint on what you need." The TV flashed to an X-Ray photograph, on it was Nathan's skull, and Within the Eye Socket, was the Key he needed.

Nathan quickly grabbed his Face in shock and fear. "Now this leads to one question;..." the TV flashed back to Jigsaw's Doll. "...How much pain will you endure to stay alive, Nathan? We will find out Today. Live or Die... Make your Choice." It finished. The TV Flashed off and The Timer on The Trap activated and started counting down from 60.

"FUCK!" Nathan Yelled. He looked around for anything he could use to get the key out of his eye socket.

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after not finding anything to use to try to get the key out, he decided his only chance was his claws. He went back to the mirror, and Moved his paw up against his face, and claw nail right near his eye, while cursing under his breath.

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Nathan slowly inserted his nail into his eye, causing him to yell in pain and agony. Blood squirting onto the wall and the bottom of the mirror. Due to the massive pain, he stopped, and struggled to get the device off his torso.

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"Somebody! PLEASE! G-Get Me Outta Here! GET ME OUT!" He desperately yelled. He injected his claw into his eye again, trying again to get to key out of there. Blood spilling out onto the floor and his chest.

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"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He screamed in agony, he couldn't see through the eye anymore, but he kept ripping apart at the eye. After a few seconds he gave up. "HEEEELLP MEE!"

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Nathan once again tried pulling apart the contraption but it was no use.

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"No, No, No, NOOO!" He yelled, his Final words ever said. The Trap Closed, With the Spikes impailing his head, front and back, killing him. Nathan started stumbling around and crashed into the mirror, and fell dead to the floor, blood leaking out of the holes of the mask pouring onto the floor.

a few minutes after Nathan's Death, The cloaked figure opened a metal door and stepped inside the Room. In his paws were a Tape Recorder, a Spray Bottle of Red Paint, roll of duct tape.

he placed the Recorder under the chair and Duct taped it making it stuck to the chair. He placed the chair to its original position.

The Figure stood up on the chair, looking up at the ceiling, He Shook the Spray Can and Started spraying words onto the ceiling.

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I AM SO SO SO SO SO SSSO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU ALL WAIT THIS LONG! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'll be sure to upload the next few chapters pretty soon.

Bye.