Yall ever notice how people are āstrahm has such pretty eyelashes, hes a princessā and then its like āhoffman got some phat gorilla titties with some lip filler, i wanna push him down the stairsā

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Yall ever notice how people are āstrahm has such pretty eyelashes, hes a princessā and then its like āhoffman got some phat gorilla titties with some lip filler, i wanna push him down the stairsā

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HIS TEST - Mark Hoffman x F!Reader
Everyone has been tested. Except him. Everyone have gone through their personal hell. But he? He remained untestedā¦.or thatās what he thought.
āI do appreciate my lifeā¦ā Hoffman says, an almost undetectable string of what you could conclude as arrogance tint his voice. He doesnāt know John itās going to test him very soonā¦.
Warnings: None.
Unknown.
Your existence was unknown to the other apprentices. The fact that you met every single one of them, under ācasualā circumstances, causal enough for John to elaborate, were never enough for the rest of them to even suspect you could be an apprentice too. Johnās gift to you was none other than the perfect veil of uncertainty.
You knew everyone elseās life and how they were doing along side John. But he got plans for youā¦youāre supposed to keep a close eye to one particular apprentice. Mark Hoffman. He wasā¦something else, you could tell. As said before, you knew every single one of them, but you found Mark rather interesting. His main motivation to help John caught your eye since day one. You came along after Logan, but before Mark, so when John first talked about him with you, the ceed of curiosity was planted. You still wanted to remain anonnymus to every single apprentice John had, so you would keep an eye on them with discretion, maybe even look out for them when John didn't even asked you to. The first time you saw him, he was patrolling thye streets and you stand by his police car and asked for a smoke. More precisely, asked for fire to start a smoke. His blue deep ocean eyes were unmistakable.
//
"Excuse me Officer, but by any chance do you happen to have fire? I would like to light up a smoke." You asked. Your voice soft like the wind blowing that night. You look at him holding a smoke between you lips.
He looks back at you for a moment, his eye lingered on your figure for a second, then nod yes nonchallantly.
"What's a girl your age doing outside so late at night?..."
"Couldn't sleep, Officer." He then approaches the lighter near your cigarette and lights it.
"You're so young to have habits like this one..." He speaks gesturing with his head at your cigarette.
That's ironic.
For someone who's helping a killer accomplish their desires. You didn't pay much attention to his comment.
"Oh, but bad habits don't die, specially if theyāre old ones, right Officer?" He didn't notice, but there also was irony in your question, cause him from all people shouldn't be having this doble moral.
"Guess you're right." He forced a smile.
You don't remember too much from that night, but he apologize, told you he was still on duty and took off.
//
The sound of voices echoing from afar brought you back to reality. You were standing on the shadow of a corner inside the meat plant. John had asked you to come over, cause he needed your help. But he never told you the others would be here too. You recognize one voice at least. Feminine, but not fragile, thatās how one of the voices sounded like. How could you not recognize it? It was Amanda Young. She came after Mark, her test was crude but necessary. The other voice was a male voice, which soon after youād recognize as Dr.Gordonās voice.
Now, he was the latest apprentice, he was part of a game that took place in that mundane industrial bathroom. You helped John to physically prepare the space, and you hated every single second of it. This two were talking among themselves, unaware you were around, but apparently Mark wasnāt here today, although something told you he was in fact present, somewhere. A thin tall figure approached you. John. You crossed your arm and gave him a glare.
āYou didnāt mention the others were here too.ā You tilted your head.
āWould you have drive all the way here if Iād told you the rest were inside?ā He smiled slightly.
āNoā¦I wouldnātā¦ā You rolled your eyes as you return the smile back. You stepped closer to him, reaching out for his shoulders. āHow youāve been lately?ā
āSurviving, as alwaysā¦I donāt have news unfortunatelyā¦.ā He said. You had your doubt about his word. Cause you knew he went to Mexico for a couple of days, not so long ago, and he hasnāt spoke a word about it. So you looked at him and asked.
āDid something happened in Mexico?ā I tilted my head, and he sigh.
āJustā¦minor inconveniences. Detective Hoffman and Amanda took care of the situation. You have nothing to worry about.ā He affirmed, sounding convincing. You decided to not keep questioning him about it. Instead you just nod. He gestured for you to fallow him.
āwalk with me.ā He said.
āsureā¦ā You fallow him around. Until he stopped on a place far from the others.
āI think you know why I asked you to comeā¦.ā He continued.
āI pretty much have an idea, yes.ā You answered.
āI need you to do something for me.ā He asked.
āAnything.ā You didnāt even thought twice before answering. Cause the truth was, you would do anything for him, cause you couldnāt shake the feeling that you owned him so much. He looked at you tilting his head before speaking.
āI need you to keep an eye on Mark, please.ā He spoke again, and you rose an eyebrow.
Mark?ā¦thatās interesting.
āSureā¦sure, Iāll do it. But-may I knowā¦why?ā You stated. Crossing your arms in front of you, hugging yourself. He looked at you for a second then nodded.
āOf course. I have reasons to believe he might still get emotionally involved with our games.ā John explained, with his usual tone of voice and gestures, telling you how you should proceed. You nodded in agreement, there was nothing left to say.
John apparently noticed and let you go freely, kissing you goodbye in the cheek. You returned the gesture and smiled. Though you didnāt left the plant yet, cause when you were about to, you heard John speaking with someone else. This times you were sure. It was Mark Hoffman. You fallowed them from the shadows of the corners, they were going to the industrial bathroom again. Much to your surprise, someone was there. A middle age man, bound to the ceiling from the wrists. From the comfort on a corner you watched Mark going in with John. He talks to the guy in there, though you couldnāt really hear the whole conversation, you could catch only one phrase.
āThatās what I callā¦epic bad luckā¦ā
Mark said, smirking and sounding as smug as always. You eyes lingered at his lips a little bit as he talked. His hair tucked backwards. You found yourself smiling slightly at his comment. You thought it would be fun to keep an eye on such a guy.
Hello!!! Itās been a while <3 but Iām back!! This time with something new!! Hope you like this Saw fic!! See you around!! Also, this is uploaded on AO3!! Hereās the link ā¤ļøā¤ļø
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epic bad luck!!
Have YOU Met Them Yet? š¤š§©
(was originally on tiktok, but the audio got nuked sooooooo)
He might be a little unhinged but he's still my baby š¤

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Made an edit for him cause Iām mentally ill Hoffman my beloathed // TW blood
You know if Peter Strahms middle name was Michael, everything would make more senseā¦
āHere comes Mister PMSā¦ā
Why did it just hit me how thereās so many Tapp- Strahm parallels???
- both ālostā their partners and went rogue and became obsessed with jigsaw.
- both also had wounds surrounding their neck and almost died
- both did not listen whenever they were told to stop pursuing jigsaw and lost their lives because of it
- both went on their own investigations (tapp hired adam to spy on Lawrence and strahm started tracking hoffman)