#pipe bomb trap saw x

[hugesawenjoyer]

people's princess omg

[outtheoiseaux]

Entering a genuinely horrendous Saw phase🪚

[mjshortformcjesus]

OK LOOOONG POST (i ranked all the saw traps except for the spiral ones)

starting with the worst and i’ll work my way up :3

74. lawnmower trap (saw 3d) because its boring and stupid

73. edgar munsen’s trap (jigsaw). this whole movie sucks ass but. the lack of filter on like this whole scene pisses me the fuck off

72. shotgun chair (saw v) idek it just sucks

71. hangman’s noose (saw 3d i believe) its really boring and basicccc

70. cyanide box (saw 3d) boring as hell im afraid

69. sentry gun (saw 3d) its kinda funny i suppose???

68. hoffmans ugly fucking rbt (saw vi) its fucking ugly

67. suspended cage (saw 3d) i would survive this no problem

66. chain hangers (jigsaw) i dont care for it and the needles and i hate it

65. spike trap (saw iv) its good i think its just like the one trap i cant watch :/

64. scalping chair (saw iv) idkkkk its justs like boring and yawn (really funny on 2x speed though)

63. grain silo (jigsaw) lordddd its badddd

62. electrified staircase (saw ii) i think this would fix my knees but like. the way its filmed lowkey sucks

61. public execution (saw 3d) good golly this one ugh. i think it couldve been good if it werent a stupid reason to get put in a trap

60. drill chair (saw i) lost points for being named jeff

59. shotgun keys (jigsaw) funny. i suppose

58. shotgun hallway (saw i) i liked sing ;-;

57. freezer room (saw iii) slow ass fucking jeff

56. cycle trap (jigsaw) not a personal fav but the corpse is really funny

55. brazen bull (saw 3d) diy top surgery ig but the wife didnt deserve that

54. ceiling jars (saw v) they couldve all fIT IN THERE

53. antidote safe room (saw ii) i hate xavier and i dont really enjoy when he cut the back of his neck off :/

52. electric bathtub (saw v) i liked the lady that got zapped ;-;

51. razor box (saw ii) its good but also akdjdjosjeoskdo

50. disembowelment (saw x) wooble wooble wooble

49. gas chamber (saw x) i hate cecilia so sos os os so much

48. oxygen crusher (saw vi) its a wee bit fucked up ngl

47. buckets room (jigsaw) personally i dont like it very much but @w3bcu1t does and i love her

46. neck tie trap (saw v) LMAO THE DECAPITATION

45. pipe bomb (saw x) ughhh its good but ughhhh

44. zep’s test (saw i) idek yall

43. magnum eyehole (saw ii) yea

42. spine cutters (saw iv) i liked art…

41. bedroom trap (saw iv) its icky but well done

40. horsepower trap (saw 3d) all i wrote for this was “lur lur lur” idk what that means

39. leg wires (jigsaw) ://////

38. wisdom teeth combo (saw 3d) the peanuts :3

37. jeff’s final test (saw iii) kajsisjslkaksndkd

36. razor wire maze (saw i) man oh man its a classic

35. the furnace (saw ii) :3

34. steam maze (saw vi) yea

33. exploding puppet (saw iv) OWAGHH lindseyyy

32. pig vat (saw iii) juice

31. flammable jelly (saw i) ngl its just for the name

30. knife chair (saw iv) hehe ha

29. eyeball vaccuum (saw x) slurrrppppp

28. silence circle (saw 3d) i wont explain myself

27. nerve gas house (saw ii) lowkey this trap fucks hard. easily the best group trap

26. laser collars (jigsaw) listen. i know it sucks. idc

25. the cubeeee (saw v) in my cube. straight up breathing it. and by “it” well haha lets justr say. neck air

24. classroom trap (saw iii) again. my notes just say “lur lur lur”

23. brain surgery (saw x) pabdodjeokeow

22. impalement circle (saw 3d) i…have no idea

21. radiation (saw x) gabrielaaaaa

20. bloodboarding (saw x) ITS SO AINSOEMEPW

19. pendulum (saw v) he-he got cut in half lmao

18. acid room (saw vi) tghe fucking body melting??? PEAK

17. bathroom trap (saw i) gay people

16. ice block trap (saw iv) fuck eric amiright

15. venus fly trap (saw ii) i loveee this one but poor michael probably didnt deserve that

14. shotgun collar (saw iii) live. laugh. lesbian.

13. pound of flesh (saw vi) this is a classic and i love it sm

12. the gallows (saw vi) AMERICAN HELATHCARE

11. shotgun carousel (saw vi) USA 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅!!!!!

10. 10 pints of sacrifice (saw v) when- when the hands do the flappy i lose my shit

9. amanda’s test (saw iii) ANSOSJOSJknosjoskijsi&/918Jwboajaosj

8. needle pit (saw ii) isjsisjsoajaoanoak

7. reverse bear trap (saw i and 3d) amajda ambda andbaa mandy ambda amanda (and jill i suppose)

6. mausoleum (saw iv) mmmmmmmmmm

5. eric’s test (saw ii) oh goodness. i fucking hate eric matthews.

4. bone marrow (saw x) i really like this one

3. glass coffin (saw v) silly haha

2. the rack (saw iii) THE PRACTICAL EFFECTS RAHHHHH

angel trap (saw iii) i loveee kerry i loveee the effects i loveee the rats on her in saw iv i loveee amanda appearing as kerry’s ribs get ripped open

yayayaya i did it. yall can ask if you have questions :3

[stray-kaz]

Set, Charge, Boom : a Kaz Brekker x Van Eck!reader oneshot

Summary: What he would do to get her? Anything.

Warnings: none really, except somewhere in writing this, I turned Kaz into a courting gentleman. Sorry not sorry.

You were there when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands himself, stormed into your brother’s lab like he owned the place. Wylan, however, was not there yet, likely still out in the dark playing his flute and trying to get you both enough money to eat before morning awakened you to empty stomachs once again.

You were reading in the corner when Kaz walked in, and you were quiet, but those eyes didn’t miss a thing and they flicked down to the cover of the book you held before returning to your face, noting the soot all but ground into your eyelashes.

“You must be the sister” he said dismissively, but then you rose to your feet and put the book down, not looking at him, and the sight of you was like an electric charge.

“Wylan’s out” you told him, not giving an answer. “If you want more phosphorous, I’m your best bet.”

Kaz shook his head.

“I need something with a bit more bang, actually” he said quietly. “I need a show.”

Your eyes flashed with pleasure and he clenched his fingers around the head of his cane.

Beautiful.

What?

He shook his head again, this time to clear it of fog, and did his best to focus properly on you.

“A bit more bang, huh?” you repeated, musing. “That’s more up my alley than Wylan’s.”

He watched your gaze flit over him, from his blue eyes to the slightly scuffed toes of his shoes, and back up. He swallowed hard, unaware he was doing the same to you even as he noted each physical aspect of your appearance. 

Wearing a man’s shirt cinched at the waist by a velvet sash, a jacket patched at the elbows, roughspun worker’s trousers and stolen hard wearing boots. Fingerless gloves covered your hands and your hair was cut as short as your brother’s, no doubt to ward off fleas from living and sleeping in the bottom of the Barrel.

“Brekker?”

He snapped back to attention at the sound of that name out of your mouth, his eyes hot. Surprised, you blinked, paused in the middle of reaching for a packaged substance on the counter.

“Don’t call me that” he said fiercely.

You nodded and tossed the package from one hand to the other.

“Okay then” you said. “Kaz.”

He stared at you and you stared back, both of you caught in a snare, trapped with nowhere to go until the door whined open and Wylan appeared, easing it shut with a dull look on his face. It disappeared and turned to something more like wary shock when he saw you and Kaz locked in what appeared to be a staring contest.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. “Kaz, do you need more phosphorous bombs?”

Wylan watched as you shook your head, barely snatching your gaze from Kaz’s to look at your twin. You smiled, and he watched, eyes wide, as it lazily unfurled over your lips.

“No, Wy, Kaz wants something with a bit more bang.”

Wylan rolled his eyes right back into his skull and dropped his backpack on the floor with a loud thud.

“Not a chance” he said firmly, eyeing you knowingly. “Phosphorous is one thing, but a bomb big enough to blow up a building is not something I’m comfortable with.”

Kaz swerved his attention to Wylan, his gaze shrewd.

“When was the last time you ate?” he asked.

Wylan said nothing and folded his arms over his chest, studiously ignoring your pleading eyes and outstretched hands. Kaz raised his eyebrows.

“Another tack, then” he said carefully. “When was the last time she ate?”

“Yesterday morning” you piped up, and ignored Wylan’s glare. “A poppyseed cake stolen from a vendor down the street. It took all of two minutes to eat.”

Ignoring the clenching in his chest, Kaz dipped a hand into his jacket pocket and withdrew a slim collection of kruge. He held the money out to you, a tic thrumming in his jaw when your fingers brushed his gloved ones.

“Go” he muttered. “Buy as much food as that’ll get you.”

You nodded, tucking the notes inside your shirt; Kaz glanced away from the secret flash of skin, heart pounding.

“Thank you” you said quietly, and quickly left.

He nodded sharply and turned back to Wylan, who was observing the exchange with curious eyes.

“Do we have a deal?”

Wylan blinked.

“What?”

Kaz sighed heavily.

“I feed your sister, and you by extension, and you make me whatever I want” he answered roughly.

Wylan sighed softly and nodded.

“I suppose we have a deal.”

You were late. You expected a bollocking from Kaz, but he just gave you a brief nod as you slipped in next to him, attracting the attention of both your brother and the tall, slender man in the hat who had been talking to him until you arrived. He glanced between you and Wylan, then back to you again.

“Why are there two of them?” he asked, wide eyed beneath the brim of his hat.

Kaz rolled his eyes, but before he could speak, the heartrender Inej had found for him did.

“Isn’t it obvious, silly guns?” Nina demanded, grinning impishly. “Twins. They’re both cute as a button, don’t you think?”

The young man cleared his throat with a cough and looked away. Inej caught his eye and grinned, sidling closer and beckoning him to lean down to her.

“Jesper, she is interested in Kaz, not you” she whispered in his ear.

He straightened with even wider eyes as he stared at her. Then he glanced around for Kaz and saw that he was standing closer to Wylan’s sister than he ever willingly stood to anyone else. And was he staring him down? 

As Jesper watched, you slipped a hand into your shirt and pulled out a few crumpled notes. He stared as you tucked them into Kaz’s free hand and they disappeared.

Kaz glanced down at you, surprised by the contact and the money. You shrugged.

“I had change left over” you explained. “It’s yours.”

He stared at you. Free money, and you were just giving him change like it was nothing to you?

“Why are we here?” Inej asked, finally voicing what they all wanted to know.

Kaz glanced at her, feeling strangely grateful to be brought out of the trance you kept putting him under.

“Follow me.”

You traipsed after him, careful to keep your steps well behind his cane. Wylan followed at your back, a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you mental?” he whisper-hissed in your ear. “Kaz? Why?”

You flicked him a glance.

“He’s cute” you answered.

Wylan rolled his eyes and glowered balefully.

“And he fed me” you added.

The glower faded to shame and you briefly halted on the steps to kiss his cheek.

“I love you and I do not blame you” you said softly. “But if Kaz can help, take it. Do his deals and have a full stomach, Wylan. We’ll both be better for it.”

He clasped your hand in his and you stayed linked until you reached the roof and stood at the edge to watch...something. The Ketterdam skyline was shadowy and bleak, limned by only the barest of greyish light.

Kaz and Jesper stood to either side of you and Wylan like soldiers, postures erect and shoulders straight, eyes watchful. But when the far off building exploded in a rose of flame and you snatched Kaz’s empty hand as you watched with wide eyes, he was looking at you.

You felt Wylan’s hand slide slowly out of yours and sensed him turning to face you, eyes wide and mouth agape. Reluctantly, you turned your head to look at him.

“What happened to my bomb?” he demanded loudly. “That wasn’t a safely contained explosion! That is a disaster!”

You shrugged lightly.

“I gave it a bit more bang.”

“How? You went to get food!”

“I have my ways.”

Wylan muttered something ferociously in Fjerdan that raised Nina’s eyebrows.

Meanwhile, Kaz had his heart in his throat as he gazed down at your hand still in his, warm skin pressed against cool material. The fabric gripped at you, as if it, too, didn’t want to let you go. But he did let go.

He spoke to Jesper, let go of you, and walked away.

Kaz Brekker was courting you. It sounded absurd to say it out loud, but it was the truth. In his own way, he became your benefactor and news spread quickly through the city that he had acquired another Crow. Worse gossip said he had found a pretty street rat to groom, but you trod on those rumours in the new heeled boots he bought you.

He fed you, paid you a quiet fee for bombmaking and phosphorous matches, and bought you a new wardrobe to go with the boots.

Sometimes, he sent Jesper with a ribbon bound package, and he flirted obviously with your brother as you opened it to reveal a new silk shirt, fitted trousers, and now, a dress. 

Kaz watched you with hooded blue eyes as you touched it, stroked the fine edges of the bodice and let the fabric fall between your fingers like water. You looked up at him with round eyes, and he caught a glimpse of the world in them before he glanced down at the dress you had yet to remove from the crisp cardboard box.

“Do you like it?” he asked, the rasp cut with anxiety.

You nodded and lifted the gown out of its box. It was the blue of his eyes, you noticed, with a white bodice, puff sleeves and an empire waist.

“It’s lovely, Kaz, but where am I going to go where I can wear it?”

Kaz shrugged lopsided.

“The opera?” he suggested.

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Ketterdam has an opera?” you demanded, shocked.

He had a small smile and nodded.

“It does. It’s tiny, but there is a show tonight and I wondered if you would like to attend?”

You gathered the dress to your chest, leaned up on your tiptoes and brushed your lips lightly across his cheek, a blush following in their wake.

“Yes!”

You hurried to the small bedroom at the rear of the lab and redressed quickly, smoothing the front of the dress and dragging a brush through your hair, now just touching your shoulders. You walked to face the tarnished and cracked mirror in the corner, staring at the reflection of yourself in the spotted glass. Wide eyes, flushed skin, bare arms, streamlined dress. You hardly recognised yourself from the scruffy girl you used to be.

There was a knock on the door and you whirled from the mirror to open it, discovering Kaz on the other side, somewhat shyly handing out a pair of long white soft gloves. You took them wordlessly and slipped them on, the smooth fabric sliding against your skin.

When you stepped out of the bedroom, Wylan was back and he stared at you in surprise, eyebrows lifted.

“Wow” he said, blinking owlishly. “You look beautiful, sis.”

You blushed, pleased, and looked to Kaz, who just nodded and offered you his arm. You took it, tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow.

“Don’t wait up” Kaz muttered to Wylan as you passed him.

You thought you heard your brother choke a little, but said nothing.

The small opera house was beautiful, decked out in delicate filigree and opulent seating. Kaz ignored the scandalised expressions of those regular patrons who knew who he was and never dealt with him or his kind. You, in turn, kept your head high and ignored the heated whispers behind gloved hands and unkindly laughing eyes.

“I see why you don’t usually come here” you murmured to Kaz as he walked you to your seats.

He flashed you a surprising smile and shrugged.

“I don’t usually have someone to bring” he replied. “It’s not like Jesper knows how to sit still.”

You bit back a smile and sat down, smoothing your skirt into place. Kaz eased into the seat beside you, wincing at the twinge in his leg.

The performance was breathtaking and you took in most of it perched on the far edge of your seat, swept away by the elegantly dressed women and the black clad men in half masks singing up to the very ceiling.

Kaz watched you instead and felt his palms start to sweat as he draped his gaze over your eager expression, dragged it down onto your delicate collarbones and then below, to the gentle swell of your chest. You appeared to glow in the lights from the stage above, your whole body haloed in milky gold.

Did he love you?

He blinked as the audience rose as one to its feet, you included, and applause swelled upwards, lifted to the rafters on a wave of sound. You bounced on your toes a little, thrilled to be a part of it, a different breed of explosion.

Yes.

You thought that, through the noise of the theatre, you heard Kaz saying your name. You turned to see his lips shaping it again and he reached for one of your gloved hands, gently tugging on your fingers. You hurried to kneel in front of him, one hand braced on his leg for balance; he didn’t so much as flinch.

“Do you need to leave?” you asked him, anxious you had stolen too much time and hadn’t paid enough attention to his needs. “Do you have a job to get to? I have some extra phosphorous back at the lab if you need -”

He cut you off with a cool gloved finger pressed gently to your lips. He watched your eyes widen and your dark pupils dilate. He glimpsed your eyes dart down to his lips and then back to his eyes; he was certain he looked as desperate as you did right then. 

Kaz slipped his hand down to carefully cup the side of your face, cradling as if your jaw were made of glass. Your breath caught; you had never seen him be so gentle with anyone or anything before.

He seemed to be waiting for something, a clue, a cue, a direction. You inhaled a shaky breath.

“Kaz, you can -”

And once more, you were cut off, but this time by his mouth on your own. Contrary to the rest of him, his lips were gentle and shy, barely pressing to yours.

When he pulled away, your white gloved hands were knuckle deep in his hair and your eyelids were fluttering rapidly before your eyes opened fully again.

And in them he glimpsed the world.

No pressure tag: @writingmysanity​

[wolveria]

The Raven’s Hymn - Ch 33

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “Are you here to do what they cannot?”

AO3

The elevator came to a rolling stop, and the door parted to reveal a large tunnel ahead, chiseled out of the surrounding bedrock. Hanging fluorescents lit the way, bracketed by pipes and wires that must lead to a separate power generator and cooling systems. You were so far beneath the facility that it had to be isolated from the site’s power and water grid.

A squad of five soldiers waited once the doors parted, and they weren’t any standard security you’d ever seen. In fact, upon looking closer, you saw the Mobile Task Force logo etched into the arm bands of their uniforms.

What was the MTF doing here? Their whole purpose, their advantage, was mobilization to where they were needed, but you’d never heard of them being kept on-site before.

The Site Director offered no commentary or explanation, simply gave a nod, and the Site-20 guards handed you off to the MTFs. They were ridiculously overpowered in their tactical suits compared to your knee-length nightgown, of which did you no service in keeping you warm so deep underground.

Walking no more than five minutes, your group arrived at a massive door at least 10 meters tall, thick enough to sustain a bomb blast by the looks of it. But what drew your eye was a familiar face, already there to greet you.

“I don’t recall inviting you, Amin,” Leahy drawled. Dr. Puli stood straighter, his frown the most severe you’ve seen it yet.

“This isn’t right, Geoff. I must protest.”

“Noted.”

“When the O5 Council learns what you’re doing—”

“Who do you think authorized this project?”

Dr. Puli’s eyes widened, glancing between you and the Site Director, but his jaw clenched into a stubborn hold.

“They would never allow this.”

“It’s a shame you don’t have the clearance level to know for certain.” Leahy motioned his head down the tunnel, back the way you’d came. “Now, are you going to retreat with your tail between your legs? Or are you going to stay, because despite your weak objections, you wish to know what will happen just as much as I do.”

Dr. Puli met Leahy’s stare, the Site Director’s without any warmth behind his rimmed glasses. Your former boss lost the test of wills, stepping aside and sending you a quick glance before looking away.

Leahy scoffed, taking your arm as he pulled you forward.

“Despite being a psychologist, you’re as predictable as anyone else.”

Leahy walked to a panel and retrieved something from his pocket: a flat, rectangular object, its surface solid black but thicker than a typical keycard, and inserted in into a card reader.

“Open it.” The Site Director gave the order to a technical engineer at a console, and he worked the controls, the massive door sliding upwards at his command. Beyond was a catwalk, leading into darkness so black it seemed to be the end of the known universe.

Leahy wasted no time, pushing you forward before letting go.

“Walk.”

Your feet remained glued to the ground, your legs trembling and refusing to budge.

Leahy went to the console and pulled out what looked like a handheld microphone, the kind that belonged to CB radios. He instructed the engineer which channel to dial before he clicked the microphone on.

“049 containment team? Over.”

A small, tinny voice replied, but it was loud enough for all to hear.

“Standing by. Over.”

“Are you prepared to move the SCP into permanent containment? Over.”

“Affirmative, over.”

Leahy stared at you, not needing to say anything more than that. He had you trapped, and it disgusted you that he knew you well enough to know it would work. You wouldn’t let 049 be punished because the Site Director was a sadist, and you could only hope that if this last test killed you, Leahy would lose interest in 049. Maybe, he would move on when his shiny toy was broken, leaving 049 in peace while he found some new victim to torment.

You turned back to the black void and walked forward. Moving past the door, you stopped and half-turned when it began to slide shut behind you.

“What am I supposed to do!” you yelled to be heard over the humming gears.

“Make physical contact with the anomaly!”

“What else!”

Leahy said nothing, even though he had time before the bottom of the door touch the ground, sealing you inside with a final loud series of locks sliding into place.

Your breathing was too loud in the open space, straining to see in the pitch dark, searching so hard that you flinched when the catwalk lit beneath your feet. Walking lights lined the suspended pathway, revealing you weren’t suspended over nothingness. The bottom curve of the tunnel was roughly ten feet below you, but the ceiling was still high overhead. It didn’t bode well why the Foundation needed such a large tunnel for whatever they were keeping here.

With nothing else to do, you moved forward, guessing that Leahy had some method of monitoring your progress. The tunnel was too large to spot any cameras or other equipment, so you kept going, illuminated by the lights stretching out ahead of you, like a runway guiding your path to take flight.

If only you could.

The rock walls had vanished, though you couldn’t pinpoint when, replaced by rectangular, metallic panels curving around the tunnel, leaving you with the impression you were walking inside a giant conductor of some kind. A low humming noise came from ahead of you, and the hairs on your body stood upright.

The catwalk ended in darkness, and as you approached the last few remaining steps, lights flashed on overhead, forcing you to shield your eyes. When you lowered your hand and opened your eyes, you couldn’t understand what you were seeing. The rectangular panels of the round room were raised and aimed at the center, like an array of solar panels, but they were aimed at no sun. Lit in the middle of the room, illuminated by focused spotlights and hovering in the air, was what had to be the anomaly.

It was a writhing, shifting mass of flesh with a spherical shape, constantly moving and turning. At first, it would coalesce into something that resembled a face, though the muzzle was long and filled with teeth, and then it would disappear again into a twisting mess that hurt the mind to comprehend.

And then you realized it wasn’t shifting; the mass was turning itself inside out, over and over. The muzzle appeared again, and this time, it spoke.

“Have the apes finally found a way to end me?”

You went back a step, halfway raising your hands as if to block out the bone-jarring voice.

“Are you here to do what they cannot?”

Fighting down the bile that threatened to rise in your throat, you stared at the mass and concentrated on the features before they could disappear. A long snout, a greenish mane, and grey scales.

“682?”

The SCP rumbled an affirmation that rattled the panels on the wall.

“But… that’s not possible,” you choked. “You were labeled as neutralized after the Site-19 breach.”

682 rumbled again, this time it was closer to a threatening growl. You took another step backwards.

“I am trapped here… in a constant state of eternal agony, unable to prevent my bones from twisting and my flesh from boiling. This… is as close to neutralized as humanity can achieve.”

Even without any eyes at any given moment, the accusation of his gaze was hot on your skin.

“Though, perhaps that has changed, and my torment will be finished. Come. End it.”

You could only stare at the horrific thing that used to be 682.

“I don’t… understand.”

“What is there to not understand?”

“What did they do to you?”

Though you’d never seen 682 in person, you’d seen photos and video footage. The reptilian anomaly could change his size and composition to fit his environment, but this was something else.

682 was silent, though you could swear you heard… or felt echoes of its screams of agony, especially the longer you were in his presence.

“The humans managed to trap me within another entity,” 682 said, his words dragging out as if with reluctance. “A singularity the size of a speck, but capable of consuming my body just as quickly as I can regenerate. I do not think they meant this room to be my new cell, but per their fashion, the apes can do nothing right. I cannot die, but perhaps for the first time, I wish I could.”

The Hard-to-Destroy Reptile was no longer the menacing, humanity-hating entity he had once been, and you actually felt sorry for him. With how many times he had tried to escape, and how many lives he’d taken, it wasn’t a mystery why Leahy wanted you here, to touch the SCP and stop his healing regeneration and adaptive capabilities.

He wanted you to kill 682 permanently.

“What are you waiting for?” the reptile snarled, his teeth bared for the brief moment his muzzle appeared. “Get on with it.”

You shook your head, needing to stall for time, time to think.

“How do you know what I can do to SCPs?”

The monstrous reptile gave an offended snort.

“Even without your Site Director trotting you out like a prized hound, I know you. I would know you anywhere.”

Coincidentally, or to prove his point, one large, slitted eye gazed down on you, malice held in those yellow depths.

“You were sent to do their bidding. I make no illusions, and neither should you. Now, do it. Destroy me.”

“I…” Your mouth was dry. “…I can’t. I can’t kill you.”

682’s roar sent you scrambling backwards, the panels trembling in their positions as bits of dust drifted down from the rounded ceiling.

“Foolish, naïve child! Believing you still make your own choices because you are blind to the leash around your neck! You do not understand your own nature, your ignorance will be an instrument used at their whim. A beast set upon your masters’ enemies!”

682 writhed faster, snarling and biting at the air, his claws lashing at nothing only to disappear inside his twisted body.

“And you dare tote yourself as something better than us, absolving yourself of death even as blood stains your hands. And there will be blood, so much of it. When the leash tightens into a noose, that is when you will be the most dangerous. Your masters are not as foolish as you are. Perhaps, even now, they are building the walls of your containment.”

Your limbs wouldn’t stop shaking; you wanted to run from this horrible place, from the impossible nightmare scene in front of you, but you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“I don’t… don’t understand. What I am, what you th-think I am. But this is… this is wrong. Cruel.”

“You cannot be cruel to a thing.”

The words were so similar to Leahy’s opinion about 049 that you didn’t doubt he’d said them to 682. You would never understand how a man who despised SCPs had risen to the rank of Site Director.

Another rumble echoed from the twisting mass, this one laden with heaviness.

“If you will not end my suffering, then get out of my sight. I have little use for something like you, clearly in the early stages of infancy. Perhaps with time you would grow to what is needed, but time… is what we both lack.”

You began to back away, your hands no longer curled next to your head but now pressed against your chest.

“I… I don’t know what to do for you,” you whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re… sorry?”

The writhing mass twirling and focused on you, pulsing faster.

“I experience a lifetime of suffering within the span of a single moment, and you’re sorry?”

682 roared, and for a moment, his head formed out of the grotesque sphere, cohesive and baring his ancient teeth.

“Your apologies are poison! More insidious than their lies! Make your apologies to 079, and then perhaps your words will amount to more than useless noise!”

The face disappeared back into the mass, giving one last agonizing scream that followed close at your heels as you sprinted back down the catwalk. You slipped and stumbled, your hospital shoes not affording much traction against the surface, but you didn’t stop running until you reached the vaulted door. Trying to catch your breath, you hunched over and braced against your knees, your eyes burning as you alternated between gasping and retching.

They must have known you were there; the door began its arduous slide upwards, guards spilling through the open walkway, half of them aiming their guns at you, the other half moving past you to set their sights down the catwalk. Nothing had followed you, but they clearly weren’t taking any chances.

“Well?”

You raised your head, neck craning as your palms remained on your knees.

“Status report?” Leahy prompted when you didn’t answer.

You wanted to tell him where to show his status report, but instead you said, “It didn’t work.”

Leahy frowned, glancing over you back down the catwalk where you’d come. The MTF no longer had their guns raised, but they weren’t at ease by any means.

“Explain.”

You slowly straightened your spine and stared at him. Your usual mixture of hate and disgust was there, but fear swam under the surface. You wanted to believe that Leahy hadn’t meant to trap 682 in an eternal cycle of suffering, but he didn’t seem too bothered by it either. You were beginning to realize you’d underestimated his capacity for cruel violence.

“I touched him, and nothing happened.”

“The lizard still lives?”

You didn’t bother to correct him that lizards and reptiles weren’t interchangeable terms. All you said was, “Yes.”

Leahy brought up his tablet, swiping over its surface with a frown.

“Disappointing.”

Pressing your lips together, you kept at bay the pleas you wanted to make on behalf of 049, for Leahy not to punish him for your failure. But he didn’t call on 049’s containment team, nor did he make any threats. He merely nodded at the MTF soldiers, and they grabbed you by the arms and led you back down the tunnel.

You looked over your shoulder and watched as the massive door slid into place.

Next Chapter

[todd-queen]

we won.

the bathroom trap 《i》 pipe bomb test 《x》 save as i save (spike test) 《iv》 water cube trap 《v》 pints of sacrifice 《v》 pound of flesh 《vi》 || text from saw vi

[bringmefoxgloves]

Some v informal and probably wrong Saw X tailer analysis with photos below the cut! SPOILERS WATCH THE TRAILER FIRST (tw for flashing jumpcuts and gore of course)

Images 1 & 2: We have Billy on a tricycle!!! But we also have the woman who posed as a cured cancer patient, chained to what appears to be an anchor. Her pants and the anchor are visible in the next image, it appears she is being hung.

Image 3: John working on what appears to be a hollow bullet, maybe something like the shotgun key component of the Rack?

Images 4 & 5: One of the characters, assuming a nurse who was part of the fake procedure, made to cut off her leg (Anyone getting Lawrence vibes? Just me?) which is so helpfully marked.

Images 6, 7, 8: Man with scalpels duct taped to hands, and pipe bombs secured with barbed wire around his forearms. Clearly he survives his trap.

Image 9: Character! Who? We don't know.

Image 10: Full shot of Amanda's Pig mask!

Images 11, 12, 13: Glass tube trap we see on the poster, but also notice the wires to his wrist/fingers, which mean the broken fingers are a part of his trap. Open end to the tubes suggest something is meant to travel down the tube to his eyes.

Image 14: Bathroom jumpscare! Don't know whose shoes are those but that looks like perhaps Zep's corpse on the edge of frame?

Image 15: Police investigation board..... I think

Image 16 & 17: Billy bringing out the tools to brain surgery pt 2 trap! Glad to see a crt television.

Image 18: John hugging someone.... Perhaps Amanda?

Images 19 & 20: Woman waking up in backseat of car, smoking pouring in from vents.... Carbon Monoxide poisoning trap?

Image 21: GORE IS BACK BABYYYYYY Reminds me of Seth Baxter.....

Image 22: Close up on a random trap

Anyways those are some of the interesting images I pulled from the trailer!

[horror-corner]

Part 3 of 4!

[hugesawenjoyer]

i remembered im an artist and i can literally draw Anything i want so i drew yoshida hirofumi in the pipe bomb trap from saw x

[badluvkii]

What's your top 5 favorite Saw Traps?

my top trap is DEFINITELY angel trap bc i think it’s so weirdly beautiful, i also really liked the pipe bomb trap from saw x and i’ve seen no one really talk it but it intrigued me when i watched it . i liked pendulum trap because of the meaning but also the trap was cool . i liked the silent circle because it was really creative for me and reverse beartrap 2.0 bc i was very happy when hoffman got out haha

[voididol]

WOULD I SURVIVE THE SAW TRAP? saw X edition

Eye tube one: probably? I would turn the thing really fast.

Pipe bomb one: I feel like I would manage 1 bomb and then my brain would stop functioning from the blood loss

Bone marrow one: HEEEELL NO BROTHER.

Brain surgery one: ?????? That was so bizarre. Maybe??? Leaning towards No but if that complete fucking idiot almost did it maybe I can

Radiator one: yeah I would. Also I would go for the wrist first although the fall is gonna hurt like a bitch. At least I can sit on the floor to break my ankle. Plus I feel like after the first Radiation Wave I would drop the hammer

Last 2: depends who I'm with . First one isn't REALLY built to kill you so it's really manageable.

[west-haven]

okay saw x spoilers

I thought it was engaging, I did like seeing John as he was still trying to find some way to cure his cancer. But he was all wide eye optimistic trying to find an experimental cure in another country in Saw 6 (which insurance turned down, thus the games in 6), after presumably he was burned with an experimental cure in another country?

But still, it was interesting to see him get burned and then trap those who wronged him, though the traps were very sparse yet elaborate. Like, mostly the other people were just standing there waiting for something to happen.

And I do find it very bananas that John predicted soooooooo much, like okay you could guess that Bad Guy was truly Bad, but for them to put y’all in your own traps and it to NOT turn out badly???? Like he thought ahead so much that he would be put in a trap where the Bad Guy and Bad Lady not want to stand there and watch them die and thus to booby trap the money???

While watching Roland Emmerich movies with my brother, and having a bingo card for them, we had a spot for “contrived coincidence” and I totally should have put that on my Saw X bingo cuz small Mexican boy being randomly outside playing soccer at god knows time in the really early morning so he could get promptly shown inside to be in a trap was like “dude REALLY?????” I feel like there is some “okay that was convenient” in these movies but that took the cake. And then the image of this small boy who did not speak English being with Amanda and John, covered in blood, just walking off into the sunrise I was like “bruh 💀”

The traps were just as weirdly elaborate as I thought they’d be, so I did get to pencil in “who built this?????????” on my bingo card. We are soooooo far from the traps in Saw 1, where the most elaborate was the Reverse Bear Trap, and the rest was people being tested with relatively simple setups. When I saw the guy with the pipe bombs sewn into his arms, I got excited thinking we’d see Lawrence, but nooooo. We did get that Hoffman cameo, tho, and of all the cameos I had on my bingo card (Lawrence, Detective Kerry, any past/future survivor, and reverse bear trap), THAT was the one I DIDN’T put on there 🤦🏻‍♀️

The premise of Jigsaw going to Mexico for an experimental treatment is such a weird yet interesting yet ultimately weird premise, it does indeed feel shoehorned in considering how he was already shown trying something similar in Saw 6. And like if he couldn’t get insurance to cover that, he TOTALLY couldn’t get this covered, so how did get the money to wire even half to Bad Lady??? It’s the same weirdly large amount of money he has to make all these death traps rofl

Am I being too nit picky over Saw movies? Maybe lol

Should I just keep it simple? Should I just say “oooo yeah the brain trap was gnarly and I did glance away” but then not say how I rolled my eyes when Bad Lady used another woman’s intestines as a ROPE to wheel a cart over??? Which I will say I am confused cuz one of the others says “we can use our jackets like a rope” or something and then they go to NOT DO THAT. Which I would have LIKED that cuz it would have been a smart throwback to Saw 1.

OH I did like John using his smarts and his drawings to triangulate where their hideout was, that’s very serial smart killer of him

I just have a lot of words about this movie and no one to talk to lol

If I have to put this movie in a ranked list it would prolly be

Saw 1

Saw 5

Saw 3

Saw 6

Spiral

Saw 7

Saw X

Saw 2

Saw 4

Jigsaw

And even that feels weird, it’s so hard to number this series. All I know is that I do not like Jigsaw and Saw 4, and the others are mostly interchangeable while the original is on top. Plus I’m weird, I LIKED Saw 7 for the cheese factor tho I do have major problems with it, the cheese is just very good. And then I liked Spiral for bucking the trend and trying something different, I was super excited to see it a second time in theaters, that’s is more saying something than X. Tho I do kinda wanna see it in 4DX so I can see if they do the water effect to simulate blood flying on the audience and shit lol that sounds like dumb fun

Ramble ramble ramble shut up Carrie you’re just sad chainshipping isn’t canon

[todd-queen]

whaaaaaaaaat i have no idea what you're talking aboutttttt 🫣

haha really tho yeah it's me! I'm just shy :))

i really enjoyed all your answers tho! and thank you so much for asking me!!!

the pound of flesh trap is by far my favorite, i think i spend about 90% of my day thinking about it 😅 i love it so much because of Tanedra Howard, the woman who chops off her arm. she was the winner of 2008 Scream Queens, and, especially after watching the show, i just love her performance so much! (and the first shot of saw vi with the cockroach on her hand makes me INSANE knowing she had to put cockroaches on herself in the show to win the role)

my other very favorite is the water cube trap! the fact that scott patterson actually submerged himself under water! on countless takes! and still managed to not only act!! but still convey all the emotions underwater! AND PERFORM THE TRACHEOTOMY STUNT!!!! every time i watch it i'm in awe

i also love the pendulum trap, i don't really have a good reason for it except that i just do really love it. the behind the scenes of all the practical/sfx is also really cool!

the classroom trap with the married couple in saw iv is also one of my favorites. i've never been sure if the traps in iv were fully designed by john or hoffman, but i feel like it's one of the best examples of john's philosophy. and i love that she killed her husband and got to live!! (this reminds me too of pints of sacrifice (v), i guess i love the traps where characters live but are not fundamentally/physically unchanged!!! :D edited to add: diego's pipe bomb trap in saw x is also one of my favorites like this!)

now as for surviving a trap.... that's a pretty hard question, and i know i asked it first lol

i don't think i could survive anything from iii or vi, since you have to rely on another person's choices to determine your fate. although i'd like to say i could survive pound of flesh, but i think if it really came down to it i wouldn't be able to convince myself in time. especially if i had never heard of a jigsaw trap before, i'd think it was a sick joke!

real talk tho, i think i'd be able to survive either the razor wire trap or the furnace from saw ii. i think in both cases the victim rushed into them- Paul had 3 hours, and i think with that time i could definitely find a way out with superficial cuts, maybe even crawl so it's just digging into my hands and knees; Obi started to freak out as soon as the furnace turned on, he never even noticed the drawing on the wall. my biggest concern with the furnace would be getting out of the tight space as soon as possible! but who's to say the other people wouldn't gang up on me when i get out 🤷🏻

thank you again for asking! even though i asked you i hadn't thought about my own answers till now so this was a lot of fun :)) thank you for indulging my rambling

(also tumblr wouldn't let me edit my draft so i had to screenshot your ask!)

[myusernamechangesevery5minutes]

**SAW X SPOILERS ALERT ⚠️**

*Extra warning: some uncomfortable images from Saw… proceed at your own risk** ⚠️

How I’d have survived every trap in Saw X because I’m immortal (in reality I died in the first 5 minutes).

Eye vacuum trap 🥽 👁️ : **sigh**

I can’t lie I’d not be avoiding any mutilation here… but fuck meeee just turn the dial straight up to 5 😭😭😭 I’m not saying I wouldn’t break 1 finger then bitch about it until the time is up then die irl. But after breaking 1 finger, most people would rather go straight to 5 than feel their eyeballs leave their skull. 💀

Pipe bomb trap 💣:

Not sure if this would work as Jigsaw is always watching 👀, but avoid struggling because the timer is not actively beginning, this timer must be started by something, it is triggered when the wire attached is pulled. This may buy more time to think of other solutions. Then try to cut the duct tape off your hands with the knives and use your hands to remove the pipe bombs to avoid as much injury as possible. Or wait for Jigsaw to approach and attempt to defend yourself with the knives, then wait for help?

Bone Marrow Trap 🦴:

Fuck no did John give so little time to saw off her whole damn leg! The only way I can think to get out of this is to try using the gigilo saw on the ropes holding you in place and duck out of the way to avoid decapitation. Then save the poor guy from the brain surgery trap because he had no hope 😭. With this trap, just make sure John and Amanda are distracted. Again risky… as Jigsaw is always watching.

Brain surgery trap 🧠👹:

In terms of surviving without help, if the instruments provided can cut through the skull, it may be possible to cut through part of the trap, but this would be time consuming and not foolproof. Also to avoid putting in less grey matter, could he have put part of his skull in the dish, it may have absorbed some additional enzymes attached to the skull?

Otherwise I’d hope someone else saves me I doubt it or flirt with Amanda and hope she sets me free.

Radiation trap ☢️:

Again, hope you can make Amanda take pity on you and fall in love with you like the empath she is.

Or try breaking your thumb only, as the tool provided is small enough to do so. Then do a bit of an Eric Matthews and slide your hand free. Bit less painful and should be possible in the time limit, plus avoids smashing your ankle. If the lamp moves because you’ve failed to break your ankle chain, you can run behind the lamp to avoid it or keep moving, as it’s easier to move and take cover without a broken ankle. With hands free, could use clothing add some layer of protection on your face and buy more time 🕰️

Blood boarding trap 🩸:

There won’t be an unlimited supply of blood so being altruistic and taking turns is a survival tactic. Although, if you were paired with Cecelia on this trap, this may not be the best option.

In this case, turn your head to get more opportunity to breathe? Or tilt your head up so the blood lands on your head not directly blocking airways (this would be very uncomfortable but you might survive).

Burning gas chamber 🔥💨:

First you could try to find the source of the gas and block it with clothing or items in the room or damage it. If not, just straight up killing the other player to avoid severe injury and reach the air vent is the best bet of survival, but not a Kramer approved way to survive. Is the gun cabinet big enough for a person to fit in? You could sit in there and shut the door on yourself to keep the gas out, cover and cracks in the door with clothing, it would buy more time.

Bonus round

Scar tissue trap ⛓️:

Firstly, whatinthefuckisMarkHoffmandoinghere 😍

Secondly, there’s little chance in fighting with Hoffman to escape this trap so best bet is playing along, or playing dead. ☠️ Hard to say as we never get to see Henry’s end, but that twist had everyone in the cinema shook I couldn’t speak 😭😭😭

Alright and that’s all I got!

Disclaimer: No chance would I survive a saw trap, please do not try these at home 🤣

Would you like to see more posts like this? And if so traps from a full movie, or smaller posts about specific traps/one trap at a time.

Comment more of your ideas for survival!

Until next time… 🌀