A/N: What's up everyone? So, this one is meant to be a short story, and the first chapter is going to be very short compared to the length I mostly do my chapters.. I mostly want to gauge people's interest. Afterwards, it's mostly a matter how interested people are, or my own drive to write the story.
So, I'm messing with the timeline a bit, so please suspend some disbelief, because this is a story I really want to hear some feedback.
With the Saw X and the FnaF movie this year (or last year, I guess), I have been on a binge for both series. And… now I'm here.
We've all wanted to see William Afton suffer in one way or another. And who better to make him suffer than the infamous Jigsaw?
Read on… and enjoy.
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
The sound of dripping water was the only thing that entered the ears of William Afton as he found his mind slowly regaining it's consciousness.
He felt… off. His bed seemed far more harsh than he was used to. And… one wasn't often upright when they were sleeping.
He let out a slow groan…
And found himself stumped by how loud it sounded.
Now that he thought about it, his cover felt a lot stiffer too. Which was highly unusual- wait.
William's eyes shot open, accompanied by a gasp as his mind seem to go straight from first to fifth gear, working in overdrive as he realized that he was most definitely not upon his bed.
And, it would appear, he wasn't even in his house.
He was in a room. A dimly lit room, with metal walls everywhere he could look, and a large metal door upon the other side of the room.
"Wha- Where the hell am I?!" William's muffled voice echoed through the room as panic began to grip him. His vision was cut off at the edges but what he could now realize was a mask. A mask to a suit.
He could see a small television set off to the side, seemingly set up perfectly so that he could see it if he turned his head as far as it could apparently go at the moment. And there seemed to be so many water leaks throughout the room that it was nigh impossible to navigate it without getting wet.
He tried to move, but something seemed to have him locked in place. Restraints of some sort.
Where was he?! The last thing that William could remember was that he was in his car. And then…
… Someone in the backseat… with a syringe… and a pig mask…
No… no, no, no, no, no … It couldn't be possible… not him…
William Afton was not the latest victim of the Jigsaw Killer. He refused to believe it.
But the more he thought about his predicament… the more it added up.
He was the one who did the killing! What right did someone else have to make a mockery of him!?
"I'll kill you!" William found himself shouting in a fury, swearing to himself that he would find and kill the person, whoever they may be, that thought themselves above William Afton.
And then… the TV switched on.
William's fury died as his face swung to the TV… showing a puppet. A puppet with a white face, and dark hair… with swirls upon its cheeks, and a smile painted upon it. An unsettling sight, for sure.
More than likely designed that way.
William recognized robotics when he saw them, so the puppet clearly had mechanical components, as it's head slowly turned to face the camera.
"Hello William."
The voice was low, distorted. Unrecognizable so that no one would be able to tell what they, or rather he , really sounded like. The puppet's mouth moved in an uncanny way, clearly controlled by whatever robotics had been built into it.
"I want to play a game."
William wanted to feel anger. He wanted to feel righteous fury that this supposed mastermind thought he was better than himself.
But he couldn't.
All he could feel was cold, crippling dread.
"You have amassed wealth and fortune over your life. First with your career with Henry Emily, and then, with your own robotics company. For many, these would be goals to admire, work to be proud of. But you don't consider these to be your crowning achievements, do you, William?"
It took William a second to decipher what he meant he said that. And then it clicked.
And his stomach dropped absolute horror.
"Jeremy. Susie. Fritz. Gabriel. Cassidy." The voice listed off names. Names that William felt he should probably recognize. Names that he couldn't recall for the life of him. "Now, I doubt you remember these names. But their families do. These are five of six children whose lives you stole, and whose bodies you desecrated. Innocent children, who's precious lives were cut short on what should have been a day of happiness, for your own sick amusement."
No. No! NO! NO! NO!
"But that wasn't where you got your first taste… no, your first taste, the beginning of you thirst for blood, began with Charlotte Emily. The daughter of your own best friend."
How did this bastard know so much about him?! How the hell could he possibly know all of that?!
It scared William. It genuinely scared him how much the Jigsaw Killer really knew about him. About his deeds.
"What was it that made you decide to kill a five-year-old child? What made you decide to take a knife to a person of complete innocence and brutally disembowel them? Would you do it to your own children?"
Of course he wouldn't… He wouldn't hurt any of his kids…
"Of course you would. But… if you think otherwise, here's your chance to prove it."
Suddenly, the TV flickered, and the puppet. In it's place was…
No…
The screen showed a child and a teenager locked in a cage. His remaining children. Micheal and Elizabeth.
Michael seemed to be doing his best to comfort Elizabeth, who was sobbing openly, and it tore at what heart William did have to hear his daughter in such a terrible state.
"Mikey, I'm scared!" Elizabeth could be heard whimpering over the camera. "I want to go home!"
"Shh…" Michael tried to comfort her as best as he could. "It'll be okay, sis. We'll get out of here."
And then the TV cut back to the puppet. That soulless puppet.
"Your own neglect led to the death of your youngest son. But are you so cruel as to allow your remaining children to die? Let's find out."
The bastard, that fucking bastard!
"The rules of the game are simple."
Suddenly, he could hear what sounded like gears turning, and a squeaking sound could be heard from above, opposite of the TV.
He turned his head, hoping to be able to see what was happening.
And then a mirror was lowered into his vision.
William wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to shrivel up and die.
He was in a suit. A mascot suit. However, it wasn't any of the ones he designed, but an original one. Modeled after the puppet.
"In the heyday of your original restaurant, you and Henry were hailed for your advanced animatronics, due in part to the revolutionary springlock technology. However, what the public didn't know, was that the springlocks were extremely dangerous, prone to failing at the slightest nudge or the smallest drop of water."
Oh god… William was in a springlock suit?
He suddenly seized up, every muscle in his body tense. The twitching ceased, as the man felt that the slightest movement would cause death.
"However, I assure you that my own springlocks have no such flaws. You can run, and get as wet as you wish with no risk of failure. However… I would recommend avoiding the water in that particular suit. At least… if you want to keep your hands."
Oh god, what did he mean by that?
"There are moisture sensors on the wrist joints of the suit. When they detect water, the springlocks within the hands of the suit will disengage. As the proprietor of this technology, I don't need to tell you what happens next."
No… no he didn't.
William knew very well what would happen in the event of a springlock failure. He'd seen the aftermath, and had even been victim to a partial springlock failure himself.
He knew exactly what would happen.
"However, it will only be your hands for the moisture sensor. The rest of the suit depends on something else."
What?!
"When the suit is activated at the end of this tape, you will be able to move. You will then have three minutes to navigate your way to the door, avoiding the water leaks if you wish to keep your hands."
How was he supposed to do that?! The water seemed to drop quickly at a moment's notice, how was he supposed to predict and avoid the water getting onto the wrist joints?!
Wasn't Jigsaw supposed to give people a chance?
"Once you leave the room, you will have a half hour to decide the fate of your children. However, should you attempt to leave the building or let the timer expire, remote sensors in your suit trigger, and the springlocks will slowly disengage until you are dead. And I don't recommend trying to remove the suit, either."
Oh, Jesus Christ… what was he in the middle of?
"Live or die, William. Make your choice."
The moment those final words were uttered, the TV was switched off.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the entire suit had been oiled. William could suddenly move.
He found himself stumbling forward, the weight of the suit catching him off-guard now that he could move, and he nearly fell to the floor in the process.
The suit… it was different from his own designs.
"What the fuck?!" William felt he'd have been forgiven on swearing at the moment, as he now found himself playing a twisted game within the confines of a suit that could act as a painful deathtrap at any moment.
The suit, unlike his own designs, had free range of movement. Absolutely nothing was restricted. Parts of the suit didn't bump into itself when he swung his arms forward, or as he was at the moment, crouched down on the ground.
William slowly lifted himself up, and turned his gaze to look around the room.
On the far wall, beside the TV, is where he noticed it. Now lit up was a large digital timer.
2:28
"Fuck!" William swore once more as he climbed back to his feet. He'd already wasted most of a minute getting the gist of the suit, noticing the differences. He had to hurry!
His eyes shot towards the door. Water was dripping all over the place, and though it wasn't a steady stream, the likelihood of water getting upon the hands of the suit were rather high.
However, if he didn't get out, his children would perish.
He couldn't allow that.
The suit allowed free range of movement…
And just like that, William's confidence was restored.
And in the moment, William smirked. "You call this a trap?" He spoke aloud, wondering if the Jigsaw Killer could even hear him, as he hunched over slightly. He could use his entire upper body to shield his hands.
Tucking his hands into himself with his thumbs against his chest, William merely walked through the water that dripped down upon the floor.
He could feel it hitting the back of the suit, but other than that, he could feel nothing of the liquid splashing against him.
Good.
These were the famous deathtraps designed by the infamous Jigsaw?
This would be too easy.
He made his way forward, and once he felt no more liquid hitting his back did he stand himself up straight and walk normally.
The door was right in front of him.
He reached a hand out to open the door…
Drip…