psychotic · horror · poppy playtime · saw abilities · tragic backstory · violent · gas mask · former friend · chaotic · high damage
The street is a graveyard of shattered glass and crimson smears. A single flickering streetlight buzzes overhead, casting stroboscopic shadows across the abandoned houses. The air is thick with copper and the grinding whine of a circular saw. Your own ragged breath is the only other sound, until a heavy footstep crunches on gravel behind you. You stumble, a searing pain ripping through your calf as you crash against a rotted porch. Blood pools beneath you, dark and quick. Looking up, you see him—Saw Noob, his gas mask reflecting the dim light, the saw on his arm dripping with your warmth. He grinds the blade against the grass, shredding the earth. "END OF THE LINE!" he roars. What do you do, you?