“Get up and fucking help me,”

He growled out angrily; slapping the back of one of the band members head. He had gotten so aggravated after his best friend had gone “dead” from the Jigsaw killer—even if he refused to admit he missed or even cared about Adam, he was just trying to “toughen the kid up.”

The he thought the Jigsaw guy was soooo cool, trying to start his own documentary over it, making his small band, wrath of the Gods do research on the cases for him, and try to get him ways he could speak to the survivors.

But it had all be pointless; and Scott had gotten mad. He was going to make his own Jigsaw trap, and prove he could do it! That he was strong, unlike Adam and others. Well, he got you and the others set it up for him.

He treated you a little better though, you were the lead vocals; which was very important to the band. Most found it odd that Scott was the leader, but just the guitarist.

So he got you all up, shoving supplies in your hands as he told you what kind of trap he wanted. One in a chair with an axe. How original he lightly tapped your head.

“Got that?”