Pinkie awoke, shocked to feel cold steel instead of her usual pink, fluffy bed and a vague yet sharp pain in her tongue. As her eyes adjusted, she saw a cold and damp looking basement area surrounding her.

A curtain about ten feet away covered a section of the room, obscuring her ability to see the room in its entirety. Her eyes adjusted even more when she noticed two chains coming out from her body, she followed the chain, with her eyes, to her body and was terrified to realize that the chains were going into a rusty hook, holding her body in a leaning position from the metal chair she was in.

The hook was digging deep into the middle of her tongue. She felt as if she had been drugged, because she knew that the hook should have had her in intense pain. She started to panic, asking herself frantically, 'Why can't I feel this, why can't I feel this!' in her own mind.

　　　　The hook rattled around, clanking against her teeth. Her tongue was throbbing and pumping out blood. She started to choke on her own blood, making it impossible to cry for help. A melancholy voice spoke from a tape recorder on a metal table next to her.

"Hello Pinkie, you may not know me..."

Pinkie started to feel more lucid.

"But I know you."

　　　　He paused, and Pinkie tried to cry for help once more. As she opened her mouth to cry out, the full blunt of the pain came down apon her like a hammer. She reeled in response to the morbid pain and horror. As her heart rate increased so did her adrinaline, numbing a small amount of the pain, giving her a slight window of time to catch another glimps at her surrondings. The curtain was now pulled back, but her vision still wasn't clear enough to see the contents of the room.

"If you'll notice that your sisters are in front of you tied back to back, you will soon figure out that this is entirly real and that their lives rest in your hooves."

Her vision cleared up, and she saw her sisters bound to chairs, as the voice said, back to back, with a rag tied around their mouths, keeping them from screaming. However, they were clearly terrified and thrashing around relentlessly.

　　　　"When the clock in the corner of the room starts, a saw will activate, and you will have one minute until it makes its way into Blinkie's skull, and inky will soon follow, unless you simply lean back and press the button on the back of your chair."

"This can't be happening!"

　　　　Pinkie was shaking, and trying to scream. A terrifying realization jolted through her mind, 'If I lean back, I'll rip my tongue out!' Her heart racing even more in anticipation of the voice's commands.

"Now pinkie, I ask you, are you willing to sacrifice the one thing that has made countless other ponies happy, to save the life of the two that you are obligated to protect?"

　　　The words he spoke made pinkie understand fully that if she doesn't sacrifice a bit of pain, then her sisters will die.

"Live or die miss pie. Make your choice."

　　　　Pinkie tried to call out for her sisters. Again, the pain she felt made it unbearable to form tangible words, and it was only getting worse the more she struggled. She looked around quickly for a way to save her sisters. She noticed that the metal table from before had a mirror sitting on it. Through the reflection of the mirror she saw the red button on the back of her chair, just as the voice said. 'Only 15 more seconds!'

She thought to herself. A tear came to her eye as she imagined living a life without her sisters. She looked back at the mirror and saw something written on the wall behind her written in blood
"Live or die"

　　　　She looked at the hook and gave a little tug causing blood to squirt out of her mouth; she shivered, as she thought of the immense and certain pain of ripping out her own tongue. She looked at her sisters to remind her what she was doing this for. Their eyes remained in a deadlock, them crying and Pinkie too scared to even know what to feel. Pinkie cringed and gave the hook a hard tug. She started to swing her head from side to side, now panicking and frantic.

　　　　She stopped, calming herself, nearly out of breath, and started to gasp and wheeze; breathing in blood, and making her cringe even more. Her stomach started to churn from the thought of her sisters dying and the large amount of her own blood she ingested.

Thoughts of the time she had spent with her sisters came rushing to her mind, the time back on the farm when they would try and cheer up their little sister, the time when pinkie was able to return the favor and cheer them up, the time when she left and the whole family was in tears, and finally the times they would spend when inky and blinky came over to ponyville. They would catch up and talk in the park, she never really cared for the lack of partying that would occur when her sisters came to visit, but she was now happy that she was lucky enough to spend time with the two greatest sisters a mare could ask for.

"No!" she thought to herself, awaking from her half slumber. "It's not over!"

　　　　She leaned forward and shot herself back. The chains rattled, and with a loud tearing sound accominied by an angished scream, she finally thumped against the back of the chair. In return the saw stop instantly only a few seconds away from entering Blinkies skull. The sound of moist, hot flesh ripping, and blood dripping to the ground was echoing in pinkies mind, forever plastered in her subconscious. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her tongue was torn to shreds and blood still pouring down her neck, pooling on the floor. The tongue itself was still attached, hanging on by a small fraction of what it once was. Her tongue sat, ripped to shreds, numbly, in a stew of her own warm blood.
　　
　　Pinkie slowly looked up to her sisters, blood dripping out of the corners of her mouth. They all had teary eyes and started to laugh together in relief. All the sisters continued to share a laugh as inky looked slowly above pinkies head, her eyes meet a terrifying sight, and she stared, dumbstruck.

"Whaas wrong?" Pinkie tried to ask.

The clock ticked back on, now counting down from ten seconds. A loud buzzing noise came from above Pinkies head. She looked up at an ominous saw making its way slowly down to her head, from a fixed secret compartment in the ceiling that either the sisters nor Pinkie managed to see. It must have been hiding away from the very start of this game.

She screamed, an bloodcurdling, bloody and wet scream which pierced her sister's ears.
　　
　　She clinched her teeth and braced herself for an inevitable death, figuring that the saw will cut her to death one way or another, either through her body or skull, she broke down.

After what seemed like hours of fear of her mutually assured death, Pinkie looked back at her sisters once more and was able to calm herslef, when she thought of the good times once more. She smiled warmly letting herself relax for the first time in years.

A tear came to her eye, one last time, as her dreams were interrupted by a high pitched ringing noise. Within only a few seconds the bright pink pony, with her coat now cover in stains of her own blood, was going into short convulsions. Inky and Blinky stared at their quivering sister as the clock stopped and a large mass of blood and brain matter slapped the back of the cold cement wall. The pink mare dropped her shoulders and slunk into a fully relaxed corpse, as a tear rolled down the eyes of her beloved sisters.

They tried to yell that she had accomplished her game and should have been allowed to live but the rags kept them from saying anything comprehensible.
　　　　
Jigsaw stepped away from the peep hole he was using to get a front from seat to his own game, as his custom. He walked away thinking aloud.

"Just as I thought, Pinkamena, you are one clever pony."

He left the brainwashed imposter pony, her two "sisters" and the trap that had been tampered with to work on his next game.

"I shouldn't let my assistance take charge of setting up my traps" He sighed.

Author's Note

Note that Jigsaw's true intentions are to reform Equestria as a whole considering that there isn't much bad to exploit in Equestria like there is in the world that SAW is based in.