Saw: Pony Version

by RainbowDash15

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 984

A group of ponies find themselves fighting for their lives after a mysterious pony who calls himself Jigsaw captures them and forces them to play a series of twisted games.

A group of ponies find themselves fighting for their lives after a mysterious pony who calls himself Jigsaw captures them and forces them to play a series of twisted games.

Rated Mature for graphic violence and gore

Original cover art here, credit to whoever made it

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-04 00:54:09 UTC

Prologue

SAW: PONY VERSION

by Mudraynebow

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Dark Hawk wakened slowly, head fuzzy, and completely disoriented. The only two things he was dimly aware of was that he was being held in an upright position, and that his two front hooves, which were being held over his head, hurt extremely bad, along with his back, which had a sharp, stabbing pain in it. It felt like there was something inside of his back, right under the skin, but he didn't know what it was.

As Dark Hawk began to wake more and his eyes adjusted, he realized more things. He was in a large, dimly lit room with shelves of various things around, but because of the bad lighting, he couldn't make out what they were. He also noticed that the grey fur of his head and front legs were matted with his own blood, the reason for this being he was being held from a machine by his front hooves, with sharp clamps that had sliced the skin and muscle down to the bone.

Sitting on a small cabinet, about ten feet away from where Dark Hawk was being held, was a small TV, the screen facing towards him.

Dark Hawk, still groggy but awake enough to realize he was in trouble, began to struggle, but the clamps holding his front hooves above his head only seemed to tighten, causing the pony to let out a throaty yell of pain. His struggling also seemed to activate the small TV, which flickered to life, and Dark Hawk stopped struggling to watch, still gasping.

After brief static, the image of a pony's head flickered onto the screen- but the pony was wearing a mask. A white mask, with what looked like red spirals or circles on the cheeks and reddish eyes. Black Hawk stared, transfixed.

"Hello, Dark Hawk," the pony on the screen said in a deep voice, almost guttural. The mask's mouth moved when the pony talked. "I want to play a game."

Black Hawk just stared, not having the faintest idea of what the pony on the screen meant.

"As you already know, you've got quite the talent for hurting other ponies," the masked pony continued. "Hurting them, and stealing from them. You think it's fun."

Dark Hawk gave a small gasp, wondering how the masked pony knew so much about him. Surely he hadn't been so careless to somehow alert somepony to what he was up to...?

Oh, yes, I know all about what you do in your spare time," the masked pony said, as if he could read Dark Hawk's mind. "That's why I set up this little game here for you to play. Seeing as you steal and hurt others, it's only fitting that you should know how that feels from their point of view."

The image on the TV flickered, and went to a picture of a small foal that looked almost just like Dark Hawk, except no cutie mark, and a different color of mane. Dark Hawk gasped, and the image flickered back to the video of the pony with the mask.

"Yes, I have stolen your son," the masked pony said to the horrified Dark Hawk. "But don't worry, he is nearby. All you have to do is escape from the device holding you, and go and find him."

Dark Hawk began to shake with pain and fear, wondering how he would ever escape the terrible device which trapped him.

"You will have five minutes to escape this machine," the masked pony said, "which will start the moment this video ends. To release the clamps which currently hold you front hooves, you will need to press the button, which has been implanted in your back. All you need to do is figure out how to press the button. Your time starts now. Good luck."

The masked pony disappeared from the screen, replaced with a timer which instantly began counting down from five minutes. Dark Hawk instantly began struggling, trying to wrench his front hooves free from the sharp clamps, but the more he struggled, the tighter they got, making him cry out in pain. He tried kicking his back legs up, as if that would somehow help, but he was nowhere near flexible enough.

As the timer counted down from five minutes, to four minutes, to three minutes, to two minutes, Dark Hawk's moves became more and more frenzied as he tried to escape the machine. In desperation, he kicked his back legs up hard, causing him to swing backwards, and he felt something sharp stab into his back, which he replied to by screaming. But even as blood ran down his back, he understood. He was supposed to swing backwards and try to make the sharp object behind the machine push the button in his back.

As the timer reached one minute, Dark Hawk swung up and back again, but he missed the button, and the sharp object dug into his back to the right of it. Moaning and crying, bleeding all over the place, Dark Hawk tried again, but once again, he missed the button, and the object stabbed painfully into his back to the left of it.

Twenty seconds left on the timer.

In too much pain to even scream anymore, Dark Hawk tried again, but once again missed the button.

With ten seconds left, Dark Hawk finally found the strength to try one last time. He swung up, and backwards- and missed the button.

With two seconds left on the timer, Dark Hawk had enough time to give one last scream and curse at the masked pony before it was all over.

As soon as the timer hit zero, two spikes on the back of the machine stabbed forward through Dark Hawk's back, impaling him, before they spread in opposite directions, tearing his body apart and spilling his insides over the floor.