guys if i'm writing a robin arellano lives and is gay asf for finney fucking blake do we think i should also have gwen and ernesto get together or no?
cause so far i have them meet when robin and finn get kidnapped (they get grabbed together) and they decide to like. sherlock & watson or wtv. idk im trying to figure out if i want to shove two ships into this
It’s a Saw x TBP au where Finn is in the reverse beartrap, you know what trigger warnings to expect.
I woke up… all I could taste was blood.. and metal.
Finney could barely keep his head up when he blinked into consciousness. Everything felt heavy, like an infant who didn’t have enough neck strength yet.
The terror takes too long to seep in. His body is already trying to tug at the restraints on his wrists before his mind has even caught onto the fact he’s tied down.
“Hmhg—?”
The last thing he remembers is jabbing the sharpest part of his rocket into the creepy man’s arm in an attempt to get free, and then everything went black.
A low chuckle echos from halfway behind him and Finney twists as far as he can to look. The first thing he sees in pure white. Little red swirls take up the space on too protuberant cheek bones.
“Hello Finney.”
Finney’s heart lodges in his throat. He starts thrashing again with the little energy he has and gets a little wiggle room from the fabric tying his wrists down. He stops when he hears the footsteps walking around him.
The masked man crouches down in front of him and reaches up to tap the side of the metal cage-like contraption on Finney’s head. He can see remnants of what his rocket did to the bastards arm and boy, if that doesn’t fill him with the briefest satisfaction through terror.
He catches Finney staring and stands back up fully.
“My fucking arm… I should break your jaw for what you did to my arm.” Masked eyes crinkle into irritation. “It’s covered in blood. You see that? It’s like I killed someone.”
Finney tries wiggling his wrists free, just one, very carefully. And he gets close before a much larger hand grabs onto him. Finney freezes.
“Ah-ah.. not yet..” He breaths.
“Do you know what you’re in, Finney? The little toy you’re wearing?”
Finney’s terrified whimper barely made its way free. The hand leaves his wrist—almost trusting that Finney won’t try again—and the mask grunts approvingly when that ‘trust’ isn’t broken.
“Ya’know Finney..”
The Grabber’s slow footsteps echo in the dingy concrete basement as he walks around the chair, then detours towards the left.
“I don’t usually play this early. My games.”
Finney twisted to keep watching, eyes wide and terrified. The metal frame jostled softly with each soft shiver that wracked his body.
“You’re a naughty boy, Finney. Taking away my fun.. stabbing me in the fucking arm.”
A single choked sob escaped him when The Grabber disappeared behind the wall and reappeared dragging a body into view. Finney recognized that bandana.
“So we’re going to play my game now.”
He squeezed his eyes shut like it’d all disappear if he just believed hard enough.
“The toy you’re wearing is hooked into your upper and lower jaws.” Finney’s eyes snapped back open and settled on The Grabber again. He’s almost smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“When the timer in the back runs out..” He brought his hands up to interlock his fingers, holding them in front of Finney’s face.“Your mouth will be permanently ripped open—“
His pulled his hands apart abruptly and Finney flinched back as much as he could, sobbing muffled through the metal in his mouth.
The Grabber smiled even more. “Think of it like a.. reverse beartrap?”
Finney shook his head, crying and hiccuping and tasting so much blood. He didn’t even notice as the older man walked back to Robin’s body and dropped a single knife beside his stomach.
Marked with an X that was only visible barely from the bottom of Robin’s shirt.
“Be good or naughty.” The Grabber looks at Finney again, walking back to the door. He grabs the handle. “Your choice.”
The door slams shut, and the moment it does is when Finney hears ticking.
Panic shoots through him and all he can do is thrash and tug and pull. He nearly topples the entire chair over when he finally gets free and scrambles.
The ticking continues when he tugs on the metal frame, when he reaches to tug at the lock behind his head, when he finds himself slowly crawling over to Robin who’s lying completely lifeless.
Not a second to spare, but he still manages to stare at his best friend for a 3. Then his gaze drifts to the knife.
Finney whimpers and sobs as he wraps both hands around the handle and raises it above his head.
He’s dead, he’s dead. Robin won’t feel it, he’s already dead, at least one of them has to live—
Robin’s eyes flutter open just briefly before Finn brings the knife down into his stomach. And again, and again, and he sobs while he does and realizes too late.
Robin was alive. He was.
5 seconds are wasted while Finn cries over the bloody stomach of his best friend. The ticking keeps filling his ears and Finn barely has the will to rifle through entrails until his fingers find something small and jagged.
The key.
Finn swears each tick gets faster while he fumbles with wet and trembling hands, nearly dropping the key once. He can’t find the hole.
He’s going to die. He killed his best friend and he’s going to die anyway and go to hell and leave Gwen with Terrence and Robin will never forgive him—
The key slides in and the lock clicks and Finn can feel the horrible slide of hooks coming out of his jaw as he tugs it off and throws it aside.
The timer goes off right as it hits the ground and opens with a sharp snap.
Finn sobs while trying to wipe the blood dripping from his mouth to no avail with his even bloodier hands.
He can’t bring himself to look at Robin again.
Wrote this while ignoring the class I was in. (It’s okay, it was just icebreakers. No one gaf.) Even as the revised version, I’m not 100% happy with it, but I don’t feel like rewriting it again and it’s better than the first time so it’s whatever. I tried to combine both the almost slow(?) and tense atmosphere of TBP with the fast paced of Saw. Idk it’s bullshit whatever just take it. Also I think this might be the longest thing I’ve posted on here. @acid-miwi @d1sapp01ntm3nt @2tonedwolf @cheap-lemons-and-theatrics @watered-down-lemonade @zombiegrains @arteei
Also I changed the front there ^ because I remembered some of my moots have glasses and I was worried it was too hard to read. Sorry. 😞
