I'm sorry it took me a little bit longer to write than I had expected!

Stan felt so relieved as he pulled the metal from his ankle. He stood up, stretched his legs, and had a new found hope. Though, at the same time, he didn't understand why it had only worked on his lock. Why not Kyle's? Was there another key for him? Was he the only one who would be able to be freed from this? He knew he was lucky, but that didn't change him from wishing Kyle had the same pleasure as he did.

Before he searched the room for clues, or tried to find an exit, he walked over towards Kyle. He gingerly walked past his other dead friend, Kenny, before throwing his arms over Kyle and into the tightest embrace the two had ever shared. It was purely friendly, but he had never been so relieved to have another person's touch. Especially from his Super Best Friend, who he was afraid he'd never be so close to again. Yet, here he was.

"Now, please, Stan, get us out!" Kyle whispered into the shoulder of the other boy. Kyle was happy that at least one of them had full body movement, though he was definitely jealous. The longer he sat there, unable to do anything, the more he felt the need to get out.

"I really don't want to do this, dude, but I think I should look in Kenny's pockets. Maybe there's something there, like we had in ours'?" Stan said, sadly eyeing the dead body before stepping closer.

While Kyle knew how terrible it was to have to do this, he agreed. If there was even the slightest chance they could find another clue, they had to take risks. Including tampering with a dead body.

Stan first took the gun from Kenny's cold, limp hand, placing it aside, careful not to even touch the trigger. Next, he checked to see if his boxers had pockets, and oddly enough, they did. Awkwardly trying to reach inside of them, without touching anything… else…. Stan felt a rectangular shaped thing inside of the pocket, and pulled it out. Another tape.

"Dude…" Stan said, pulling the tape into Kyle's view.

"Play it!" Kyle said with morbid enthusiasm.

Stan, putting the tape into the recorder, heard once again the husky, yet quiet voice of who they thought was named Jigsaw.

Congratulations, you've found another tape. This means you've been able to figure out the first clue, so it's time for another. Kyle, this one is for you. What are you afraid of? Think of your fears and find the one that will lead to another discovery. The biggest question here is are you two trying to save yourselves, or each-other?

The recording ended with a beep.

Kyle racked his brain, thinking of his fears. Death, but that would happen if he didn't find the proper fear. Public embarrassment, but that wasn't going to happen here. Listing off fears of his in his dead, he made it to one that could work.

"Stan, turn off the lights!" Kyle shouted, and Stan was very quick to obey.

The room, now dark as it had been when the two had awoken, seemed even more frightening with the lights off. Though once Kyle had the chance to look around the room, he saw it. A jigsaw, painted with glow-in-the-dark paint, on the wall.

"Do you see that?!"

"Keep looking at it, so we don't lose it when I turn the lights on," Stan instructed.

The lights were turned back on, and the jigsaw piece was now invisible, though they both remembered exactly where it was. Stan moved towards it, and realised it was painted on some sort of wall tile. Easily breakable. Now, what would they find inside of it?