SAW would be a good entry to the list. It has the same energy as the squid game in a way. Oh ll-nam playing John kramer role and In-ho being one of his apprentices that help track down people to play their torture games on.
Gi-hun gets kidnapped by them and finds himself waking up in a broken-down restroom and sees his childhood friend, Sang-woo, chained next to him.
The tv in the room comes alive. The tape starts to play with creepy doll, turning its head to them. It airs out their dirty secrets, debts that they have, and the people they let down. In order to prove themselves worthy of second chances, they must try to escape the room with the sacrifices that they have to make before the time runs. If they can't complete the task on time, then they'll die in this room together.
[ ❥ ] Who Are You? | WC: 2,396 | tos | requests: open
[ ❥ ] synopsis: Mike Schmdit and Vanessa Shelly become victims of the notorious Jigsaw killer, forced to go through violent trials inspired by their lives to escape.
+ tags: saw x fnaf au, horror / thriller, teamwork makes the dream work, van & mike yapping, angst, mikes pov mostly; dw we'll get vanessa soon
cw/tw:
1. Violence: There's not much gore here, but there are descriptions of violence, as well as blood and corpses.
2. Swearing: They go off a little bit, but there's not that much profanity.
[ ❥ ] author's note: saw brainrot got to me ....this is probably gonna be the worst shit ever but whatever!!! Lol. i need to find better images tbh. get this post to two likes and I'll make Vanessa & Mike kiss in the saw trap 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Mike could feel warmth tickling around his head as he slowly emerged from a hazy fog. His thoughts were gradually solidifying, as well as his other senses. The taste of rust was heavy in the air and when his surroundings finally sharpened into shape he realized that his body was strapped to a chair.
His body started to convulse, reanimating with hysteria as he wrestled with the restraints. Mike tried to cry for help but his mouth was seemingly hooked shut. He tried to look around but his vision was fixed horizontally. Mike was wearing a mask, a heavy one at that. The smell of metal and mold was so vulgar it nearly sent him into tears.
Within the web of his panic his fingers found the edge of a video tape. Mike released a confused muffle as he raised his hand best he could to angle it into eyeshot. Hesitancy was choking him but he couldn't sit idly. He sunk his thumb and tensed at the sound of a gruff, low voice speaking to him.
"Hello, Michael. You don't know me, but I certainly know you." He could feel his heart beating rapidly. Mike knew exactly where he was now.
He was in a trap designed by the Jigsaw serial killer and anyone who watched the news knew they were completely inescapable. Mike felt his eyes begin to well so he shut them completely. He whimpered, trying to assure himself it was just a dream.
It continued. "For too long you have let your brother's dead dictate your life. It has ruined your family and forced you down a path of self loathing, misery and anger. It hurt the people around you, even your sister. You have been living life just as dead as him and to have your freedom, you will need to let go of him."
Mike felt his stomach begin to twist with fear as the recording trailed on with static for a few seconds. He nearly jumped in his seat when it started explaining the instructions. "The device you are wearing is hooked to your jaw, like a fox you will need to be quick and cunning to escape your snare."
Mike saw a red light flickering in front of him. Smoke started to steam out of a disgusted rectangle until it flipped open like an envelope slot.
"The key to your mask is hidden in one of these dolls. If you do not find it fast enough you will denoate, ripping your head. There is a lock on the back of the device."
Dozens of small, fox looking plushies spilled into the ground around him. It was so absurd Mike couldn't even move. He was watching the space around him close in with toys. Mike flinched when the opening shut loudly. Now he knew what the recording was referencing. Mike tried to count as many as he could, it had to be more than thirty.
The figure behind the recording spoke again. "There is a knife underneath your shoe, use it wisely." Mike slowly slid his shoe to the side and the video was right. The shine of a small, bent blade had given him some relief. However, when his captor finished with a cryptic: "You have three minutes. Live or die, make your choice." He was filled with dread once again.
As if on cue, the metal bands holding him had pulled themselves back into the chair. Mike bent down to grab his knife and he heard something click on his head. The sound of ticking made him sick, there was such little time. Without second thought he dove into the sea of plushies and started stabbing.
The mask was incredibly heavy so he nearly fell onto his stomach. It was a chore to even sit on his knees. He took his first toy. He should have expected it, but the disappointment was crushing. Mike tossed it aside.
Cotton was sticking to his sweaty body and he was viciously tearing the animals, growing more and more terrified when he was met with nothing but stuffing. The ticking was growing faster. It was toying with his mind, sending him to the brink of insanity. He could barely breathe, his vision was blurring and his hands were quivering. At this point, he dropped the knife and resorted to his hands. The toys broke easily, quicker too.
Mike whined and worked faster. He had lost count completely, as well as his mind. It was why he didn't soak in the fact he was holding the key in his hands right now. Mike rasped, panting wildly as he poked around the back of the mask. He found the lock and started twisting, digging and scratching. Mike couldn't unlock it, his hands were shaking too much. He released a frustrated cry and finally jabbed the key inside, twisting it rapidly until he heard the sweet release.
He wasted no time. Mike slipped out of the death trap and threw it onto the ground. He heard a loud ringing and it snapped together right in front of his very eyes. The mask looked like the head of an animatronic, a fox no less. Mike fell onto his back with the layer of mangled stuffed animals acting as his pillow.
Blood edged on his lips, same with sweat and grime. He was still easing up from the ride of terror he had just experienced. It was paralyzing and he thought he'd never get up. His eyes were wide open and Mike could finally read his tomb. It was a dark, greasy box of a room with checkered patterns lacking congruence painted across the walls. It looked like a party room lost to time.
Mike didn't pry further and slowly brought himself up, tucking the old key in his pocket for safe keeping. He fisted the knife he dropped and pressed his hand against a dark door. He could hear humming behind it so it was obvious it led to some type of room. Perhaps his escape or some other trial.
He snuck his fingers under the cracks and scratched up to get a decent grip. Mike's nails were chipped until it opened well enough for him to push it back. It slammed against the wall and he took a step down a long hallway. Mike could only see through flickering bubbles of old light and regardless of that everything around him was filled with cobwebs and weeds. Old merchandise was left to decay, party hats and confetti overwhelmed with dust.
Mike covered his nose with his sleeve and extended his hand forward, keeping his knife exposed. He was completely blind, walking around in this maze-like level. Mike turned another corner and the shrillness of a scream echoing down the hallway briefly sent him off his feet. He wanted to stalk the host of the noise but he swore he could hear it wailing for help.
Mike knew that Jigsaw usually didn't have a single victim. He also knew they could kill him too. He didn't know what orders they were receiving, or if they were just as sick as the man who put him in this place. Even with that thought he couldn't stomach the cries of pain of a human being.
He swore under his breath and started following the echos rickashaying off the walls. There was an influx of branches and weeds when he veered into another corner. Brambles tore his skin but he pulled through the tangle and cleaned spider webs stuck in his soaked curls. He was getting warmer, he knew it.
Mike had brought himself deep into the labyrinth. Turning and descending further. Anytime he wanted to stop for air the screams had pulled him back into an exhausting cycle. He was closing in, her pleads were getting clear. He approached and started running towards a door at the edge of a hallway. Mike angled his elbow and ran at full speed.
Mike nearly fell onto the concrete, windmilling his arms to catch himself. He heard a wire snap and in a beat, he could hear ticking. Mike gasped when he was face to face with a large box, completely see through.
There was a woman inside and she was banging on the walls, crying and panicking. Mike immediately ran towards her, eyes widening in horror as he saw her swimming in her own blood. She was laying in glass. He took a step back, fully dissecting the coffin. It looked like a bunny trap.
“Hey, help me! Please!” She coughed. Mike knew she was running out of air. “I can't breathe, damnit.”
“Don't worry.” Mike rasped. “I'm gonna get you out of there.”
Mike noticed a video player on the top and took it into his hands. He pressed it to life and set it on the roof, listening as he scavenged across the room. The bunny trap was illuminating the room, so he could see shelves, tables and other instruments that had proven to be useless. He tried breaking it with his knife but it was no use. There was no lock either.
He noticed there were wires attached to the trap leading to a box. Empty slots blinked across the screen, anticipating an answer. Mike started searching for numbers, letters, a code — anything.
The video tape buzzed. “Hello, Michael. If you are listening, you have completed your first test. Right here lies Vanessa Shelly, a police officer in your town. If you wish to free her before she suffocates to death, you must learn to let go. On the table is your brother's airplane,” a spotlight shone on a clean stool. The old you was fixed and preserved. Just seeing it distressed him.
“You must destroy it to find the code inside. Like the dolls you need to be quick. Either you begin the journey to rehabilitation, or stay in your pit and let her die. Good luck.”
Mike hesitated. Vanessa started thrashing, “Hey, hey. We can get out of here together, okay? I know this is hard for you, Michael. Your name is Michael right?”
He was holding the little airplane delicately. “Yeah.”
“Okay, Mike. I need you to get me out of here.” She struggled, Vanessa could feel herself suffocating. “Please? I'll make it up to you, I swear. Just don't leave me.”
Mike’s breathing picked up dramatically. He could feel the stress crushing him. This was the only thing he had left and he was going to destroy it for a stranger. Still, he couldn't let someone die painfully for his own comfort.
“Sorry, Garrett.” He muttered. Mike slammed it against the floor violently. It didn't break completely so he kneeled down to finish the job. He started hitting the floor, crying out loud as it broke into smaller pieces. Mike was stuck in a cycle of violence until a tiny slip of paper came out.
He rushed to the box with tears in his eyes and it disturbed his eyes with neon green. The box opened slowly and Vanessa crawled out, coughing. She regained her strength on the floor, completely still. Mike sat on the ground with his hands on his head.
Mike sighed, “It wasn't but I wasn't going to let someone die.” guilt was gnawing on his bones. Whatever Jigsaw had planned for his rebirth it wasn't working. He found himself deeper into his grief. He didn't want to look at the broken toy.
She crawled next to him. Mike could grasp her appearance a little better. Long, disheveled blond hair and a piercing gaze. She was wearing a comfortable sweater drenched in her own blood. Vanessa covered her mouth with her sleeve, shivering. “How long have you been here for?”
“I don't know. I just woke up with a fucking mask on my head and had to genocide a bunch of stuffed animals to escape.” Mike cringed. “What about you?”
Vanessa shrugged in response. She winced at the glass flakes and shards seeping into her back. She started plucking them off her skin. “I guess we should start looking for an exit. Unless we get more of this to deal with. Maybe there's a secret message or door or . . . something.”
Vanessa stood up, legs staggering slightly as she tried searching for a clue.
“You sound like you know what you're doing.” Mike said. He tailed behind her.
“Sort of. I've investigated Jigsaw cases before.” She answered. “But even if I did, I don't think I could guarantee anything. He's unpredictable.”
Mike’s eyes narrowed. “Well, aren't the traps based on something? We're here for a reason, right? What do you think you did?”
“Well, I'm a cop, maybe I fucked up a case or something? I dunno.”
He sucked his teeth. Vanessa blinked, "What?"
"Nothing." Mike fumbled with his fingers. He pondered for a few seconds and snapped his fingers, “Maybe it's my pills.”
“Pills?” Vanessa was intrigued.
Mike said. “Yeah, for sleep.”
“I don't think that's anything.”
He realized how stupid that sounded. Mike dug his hands into his pockets. “Right, you're right.”
Vanessa decided to take an exceptional glass shard from the bunny trap and stick it in her pocket. “Look, if we're going to get out of each other we need to trust each other. The traps are designed with us in mind, yeah? What's your relationship with the toy?”
It pained him to explain it, but she needed to know. “My brother got kidnapped years ago. That was his toy. I haven't seen it in years. I haven't really . . . moved on.”
Vanessa’s face flashed with sympathy. “I'm sorry that happened.”
Mike rubbed his shoulder. “It's fine, I guess. If it helps us get out of here.” He eyed the coffin. “Well, why do you think you were put in there?”
“Not sure. I think this one was just made for you. But if I wanted to take my guess, it's probably representing some childhood trauma or something.” She cleaned the sweat off her face. “Who knows what that guy is thinking, honestly?”
Vanessa opened the door and looked both ways before walking down the hallway. She didn't want to dwell on that room anymore, Mike was still staring at the wreckage of Garret’s airplane.
“Are you coming?”
Mike picked up a piece of the left wing and put it in his sleeve. “Yeah, sorry.” He tailed behind, unknowing that his small form of defiance had been caught on camera.
