Holy shit guys, I haven't written a new story in A WHOLE YEAR. Does anybody remember me? Obviously I'm still a Style writer, but this is totally different than anything I've ever done before.

It's Saw: South Park Style. Totally horror, and based off of the first (though inspiration from all of the other movies) movie, though I'm probably going to do the second one as well, if this one goes good. Though the things that happen will be different, and knowing the movie won't spoil anything for you, other than the fact that there is a Jigsaw. And if you haven't seen the movies, EVEN BETTER!

Also, for those who have seen the movie: Kenny, lying on the floor, is actually dead. He's not actually Jigsaw, like in the movies.

Kyle fluttered his eyes open. All he could see was black, though his eyes started to adjust. He could see figures of things, and smelt something absolutely rancid. His head started to pound as he became aware of what was going on.

"Where am I?" Kyle said aloud.

He heard nothing.

"Hello?" He yelled this time, hoping he was simply waking from a nightmare, and his mother would come rushing to his side. Though, once again, nothing.

He scooted backwards, and his back hit a wall. He pushed himself upwards, hoping to find a light switch. All he could feel were pipes. The ember haired sixteen year old stared walking forward as fast as he could, hoping to find something that could tell him where he was. Before he could even start to run, he fell foreward, his foot caught on something.

"What the fuck!?" Kyle screamed, confused at what was restraining his ankle.

"Mmmhmppp…" he heard from across the room.

"Hello!? Is somebody there?"

"Kyle? Mmm, Kyle…" he heard, once again. Was that… Was that Stan?! He was immediately filled with hope. Had he been having a sleepover with the boy? Were they just in the basement of his house after playing video games too late? But what about the restraint? Before his mind wandered too much, he decided to call out to Stan.

"Stan? Is that you?"

"What?! Kyle?! Where am I?!"

Kyle heard the rustling of what sounded like a chain, and realised that Stan had begun to struggle, trying to move around.

"Stan, I don't know where we are, but I need you to stand up and try and find a light switch. We need to see where we are, okay?" Kyle asked politely, hoping not to scare Stan.

The raven haired boy did as he was instructed. A minute after he stood, he found the switch. The light immediately blinded the two boys, both of them falling to their knees with their hands over their eyes. Moments later, Stan pulled his hands away, blinking until the room became clear. With what he saw, he wished he had never unveiled before him.

Kyle was across the room, chained by the ankle to a pipe. Next to him was a bathtub with what appeared to me water droplets slowly dripping from the tap, though Stan could see no further, due to his location in the room. Kyle was also placed near a broken toilet. The floors, walls, and ceiling were what appeared to be white, though coated with dust, dirt, and cobwebs. Stan had also seen something so horrible, he hadn't even taken the time to look closely, too afraid of what- or who- it could be.

No longer able to avoid it, Stan looked. There was Kenny, lying in the middle of this supposed bathroom, in nothing but boxers and a white t-shirt, drowned in his own blood. In his hand was a gun, so it was obvious he had shot himself. Had he been in the exact situation that Stan and Kyle were in, and given up on escaping? Choosing to kill himself? Stan wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Across the room, Kyle was still in the same spot, though his eyes were wandering as Stan's were. His jaw had dropped from shock, and his eyes began to become teary.

"Stan… What's going on?" Kyle whimpered.

"I don't know… But we need to get out of here." Kyle nodded. "Do you remember what you were doing before you woke up?"

"I remember…" the boy took a moment to collect his thoughts. "I remember getting a text telling me to go to Stark's Pond, that you were hurt…"

"What?! I wasn't even at Stark's. Why would somebody of sent that?!" Stan was furious. The idea of him had been used to bait Kyle into putting himself in a dangerous position.

"Obviously it was whomever put us in here! What were you doing before?" Kyle said in disbelief, turning into questioning.

Stan sat for a long moment, clearly unable to remember exactly what he had been doing.

"Stan?" Kyle asked, becoming unpatient.

"My mom and I got in to a fight. I told her I hated her, and I wish I lived with Dad," Stan started. Things had been rough for him and his family ever since his parents had gotten a divorce nearly a year ago. "And then, to clear my head, I wen't… I went to Stark's Pond," Stan said, quickly remembering.

"I remember walking there, but I don't remember leaving. He, or she, must have taken us both from there, together… But I don't remember seeing you." Stan stated.

"Obviously he took one of us first. Well, do you remember anything about him?" Kyle asked.

"How do you know it was a "he"?"

"Well it was somebody strong enough to take us, so I'm only assuming. I remember somebody calling my name… But that's it."

Stan agreed with the reasons behind it being a man, but couldn't remember any details of him being taken.

"Well, that doesn't help much. Check your pockets; do you have your phone with you?" Kyle told Stan, before checking his own pockets as well.

Stan pulled out a tape-recorder, but no phone. He had never used a tape-recorder, let alone owned one. Someone had obviously put it there. His confusion was somewhat gone after Kyle pulled out a tape.

"What the-" Kyle said, before noticing what Stan was holding. "Quick, put it in!" Kyle tossed the tape.

Stan, unsure of how to use the device, put the tape in the wide opening, and looking for a 'play' putton, soon finding one. Then, there was a voice. The voice of a man, horribly frightening, speaking from the tape-recorder.

Hello. I want to play a game. The two of you are trapped. You have the next 12 hours to escape, before the door, the door that could set you free, is permanently locked, and you are left to die. I cannot help you in your escape, but do know this: I am on your side. I want you to figure out how to get out of here. But do not let this fool you. If you are not smart enough, clever enough, trusting enough, you will die. Here is your first clue to finding your escape: Your mother, Stan. What does she do that bothers you so much? Figure this out, and find your clue. Follow it, and you will live to see the light of day again. If you're lucky, you will hear my voice again soon.

Dun dun dunnn….

Please review, it'll inspire me to write more. Though I hope to write a new chapter every 1-2 days. If I get bored, I may do a few a day.