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When Adam had been kidnapped, placed in a disgusting bathroom, shot and then left for dead, he had fully expected to die. Even made his peace with God and by that he means cursed him out. Unfortunately, while the universe couldnt seem to decide whether it liked him or hated his guts, it sure loved to fuck with him. Instead of succuming to a slow and painful death next to a toilet, the metal door slid open and who should appear but the guy he was stuck with, Lawrence Gordon. Looking sickly pale, with a brand new metal foot (he came back) and next to him was a girl in a pig mask that had brought Adam to this shit tip. They proceeded to drag him to a safehouse and take care of his wounds and infections. A great way to spend four months of his life.
What Adam really hadn't been banking on becoming an apprentice of the dude who tried to kill him. Or falling in love with Lawrence. Or befriending Amanda. Or finding out Hoffman watched the Golden Girls (can't blame him great show, but it's not the kind of thing Adam imagined a serial killer would watch). Now after a year of misery, they're sitting across from eachother around a large oak table, awkwardly eating a roast dinner like some fucked up sitcom family. In between questions like "can you pass the salt?" there'll be talk of putting a lawyer in a machine that'll either rip his head off or his fingers depending on whether he feels like waking up tommorrow. Adam is grateful he wasn't victim to some of jigsaws more creative traps (though hes less grateful when he spots the metal poking out from lawrences pant leg or when he feels a slight ache in his shoulder).
They all revere John, its almost sickening how they hang on to his every word, well almost everyone except Adam and the man sat across from him, Peter Strahm. Apparantly he was some FBI detective who worked on the jigsaw case before shit hit the fan and Hoffman who had developed a sort of crush on the detective, decided to, instead of asking him out like a normal human being, put him through a glass trap before kidnapping him. Adam still isn't sure if Strahms a prisoner or if its just a sex thing, ugh, he screws his face up at the mere thought. Strahm sends him a death glare across the table and he resists the urge to childishly stick his tongue out. He doesn't hate Strahm, but that doesn't mean he likes the guy either. In theory they should at least get along somewhat, neither of them really like the games or John but that doesnt mean Strahms not a cop, and one with severe anger issues at that.
"No that won't work because-"
"It will, just because you're too narrow minded to see it-"
"Can we just focus on what happens after?" Lawrence asks, in a futile effort to keep the peace.
Amanda and Hoffman look like they're gearing up for a fight, both seemly reaching for weapons under the table, Amandas bearing her teeth and something sinister flashes in Hoffmans eyes. Johns sitting at its head machines hooked up to him left and right, beeping and whirring. Oh no, he's smirking, this is gonna end in blood if Adam doesn't do something quick. Lawrence reaches over and grabs his shoulder in a death grip, ready to throw him out of danger at a moments notice. Okay, now he really needs to do something or hes gonna end up with two bad shoulders.
Adam completely blanks, then panics, fumbling with his utensils, managing to flick some of his mashed potatos, right into Hoffmans face. Everyone stops. It's dead silent apart from the occasional beep of John's heartmeter.Hoffman stares at him, stoic. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He slowly reaches down to his plate and quickly hurtles his beef wellington straight at adam. It hits him square in the chest and he hisses. Amanda readily springs up screeching.
"You asshole!" She roars and throws her whole plate at Hoffman, it barely misses him, instead shattering on the table sending bits of food and porcelain everywhere. Strahm manages to toss his plate towards her, kinda like a frisby Adam thinks, but it ends up splaying food on Lawrence's side. He pauses and takes a deep breath. Then with a blank expression on his face, grabs a nearby fork and stabs it straight into Strahms hand from across the table, which sets off Hoffman which sets off Amanda, and yep its gone to chaos again.
Fuck, Adam thinks, they all want to kill eachother even more now. He looks at John, who's smiling like the cat who got the cream. He turns to Jill, his last hope but she just sighs with a defeated look.
"It’s so nice to have the family together for dinner."
At least Logan was out of town.