Town of Salem Fiction And A Little Fact

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Sheriff x Trapper

I haven’t written in a long time so PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. This is a Town of Salem fan fiction that I made a little while ago based on true experiences. @tosfiction It would not allow me to submit it to you so I’ll just tag you. —   A cold moonlit night blows over the hell they call Salem. Nobody has any leads and more people were disappearing. A Sheriff is hiding her in house for the night in case the werewolf is lurking outside.    "Not him… Not her…UGH, WHO COULD IT BE?! This coven is tricky…“ She says with a sigh escaping her lips.    Soon enough, she hears the sound of metal slamming from in front of her house, followed by a loud pained howl. She rushes out to find the beast that has been terrorizing the town, lifeless in the trap’s massive jaws.    "You’re welcome, doll.” a voice chirped.    She turns her head towards the voice to see a rugged man holding a toolbox.    "You were about to be dog chow. Are you alright?“ the man said, chuckling softly.    The Sheriff stares at the man, his role becoming clear to her. He was the town’s mystery Trapper that people have been gossiping about. His trap had caught a Juggernaut a few nights ago but nobody had seen him set it up or even tear it down.    "How did you build that trap so fast?”    The Trapper chuckles and pats her shoulder. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re sweet little self is safe.”    She goes quiet and mutters. “I…T-Thank you…”    He gives the Sheriff a small peck on the cheek before turning around and walking home. She can finally rest easy with a Trapper looking out for her.

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Heh I basically abandoned this account but I'm still getting emails from it. Don't know if that's why submissions weren't working though. Pretty nice story in any case!

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I can post my really bad FanFics with all my bad, original, Town of Salem based characters??? Is that okay?

Sure, sure. Don't see why not.

And sorry for being off for awhile, just kinda busy irl. Gotabunchofemailsandrealizedthattheresabunchofstuffpeoplehavebeensending

@otherguy,mafiosoxescortdoesntexistandneverwill

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Survivor x Framer

"Twenty bucks the mafia kill me!" the Survivor sighed, sitting on his doorstep dejectedly.

The Framer overheard and chuckled. "Make that fifty and I accept your challenge!"

"You'll lose." The Survivor shook his head at her. "The mafia hates survivors like me."

The Framer smirked confidently but said nothing else. He didn't realize how much power she had over his life.

And she liked it that way.

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Town of Salem Dating Simulator

I’ve finally gotten off my lazy butt and done it.

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B57ZyzC7w4fmUzh5RmVuTEUtSzA

I still haven’t done any art for it, apart from a draft of the witch and this concept art above. Anyway, this is what I worked all summer on, and I hope you enjoy!

A few notes: - There is no night sequence yet, so if you click on it you’ll be met with an error - If you’re met with an error just press “Rollback” at the bottom of the screen and don’t click the same option again. Also if it’s an error that’s not the night sequence, screenshot it or tell me which line it is and what it says is wrong. - The playable file is called “Tests” because this is the file I used to test the coding, not the original that has everything in it. The other version doesn’t work without pictures. - Pressing escape will bring you to a loading screen to save your progress. It’s a lot brighter than the default screen that already pops up, so watch out. (I keep pressing the “escape” key instead of “nevermind” on the screen and it’s just really bothersome) - You can click on a certain dialogue twice! Clicking “Hello” on most people more than once will normally lead to different dialogue each time.

Thanks to all those who helped me with the dialogue when I was feeling overwhelmed this summer (even though I barely did anything after summer). I’ll need to put a credits somewhere.

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY HAVE FUN IN THIS LITTLE WORLD I MADE. THE CHARACTERS MIGHT HATE YOU, BUT HEY AT LEAST YOU’RE HAVING FUN, RIGHT?

disclaimer: the characters don’t actually hate you to begin with except for the arsonist and especially the cat. i don’t think you have a chance with the cat

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1OB9DKV2Jp32Ic_3954RijgbvIjnlLC3RMPqnt8DfPn0/edit?usp=sharing

This is my thank you to Isaac, Tare, Aloe, Jelly, and Lucidia, and kinda Clay. And please message me if you helped with dialogue but I forgot your name.

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So I tried uploading the dating sim to google drive but I have no idea how to share it without requiring each and every person to request permission

Problem 1 might be that I’m using a phone to do this. Problem 2 might be that I’m using google drive.

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Anyone have some ideas?

[tosfiction]

So I tried uploading the dating sim to google drive but I have no idea how to share it without requiring each and every person to request permission Problem 1 might be that I'm using a phone to do this. Problem 2 might be that I'm using google drive.

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Jester x Werewolf

(Wow am I out of practice. I really need to get back to writing.)

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A wolf huddled in the forest in distress, the full moon high in the sky. Blood stained his paws. A boy pat his back in worry, uttering a question on his wellness. In his surprise, he calmed from the gesture of the jester. It seemed he'd have a furry friend to return to every full moon, and the wolf, a friend to turn to in distress.

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Just going to say now that I rarely ever notice my messages so if you send me something you might either want to give me a heads up through an ask, or just talk in asks in general. Kek. Or just like If I don't respond in a day or you're really bored and want a response soon Then send an ask Also thank you Platinum for sending me that beautiful motivation.

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post the first day i need 2 see the jester Bulge

The jester Bulge is a lieIt never existedYou never existedWhere is my laptopDoes it exist?

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Somebody spam me with messages so I post the first day of the ToS Dating Sim

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I have it mostly complete, without music or art, and there's a few bugs, but if I don't do it now I don't know if I ever will

[tosfiction]

Somebody spam me with messages so I post the first day of the ToS Dating Sim

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Sour Rain (Vigilante x Veteran)

The rain poured down from the sky as the army base went flooded with mourning people. Cries and shouts of hurt and disbelief could be heard all across the building. The Vigilante walked along the lines and chairs of crying people, mourning their lost ones. He stopped at a table in which a woman was serving. “How may I help you, sir?” The woman asked The Vigilante. The Vigilante sighed and mumbled, “I’d like to ask, where the fuck Christopher Greenfelt is, usually called ‘The Veteran’. I haven’t seen him in… a long time.” The Vigilante’s tone, despite his best try to not to, he ended up sounding desperate and worried anyway. He looked at the woman in the eyes, his orange-maroon ones softly gazing with worry and fear. The fear of losing him, The Veteran. The woman sighed after a few clicks on the computer, and looked back at the Vigilante. “So? Where is he? Please don’t tell me he’s…” The Vigilante stopped dead on his sentence. No, this can’t be happening. The woman held her hands together. “I’m sorry for… your loss.” The Vigilante’s heart, at that exact time and place, broke in disbelief. “He went MIA for months now… I’m very sorry.” The woman looked at The Vigilante in sorrow and sorry. The Vigilante’s mind went blank, only the memories of The Veteran and the laughs they shared are displayed. No, no, no. This is impossible. He must be dreaming. This CAN’T be happening. He shook a little bit while holding his tears back. He’s in a public place, for fuck’s sake. He mustered up courage to speak to the woman, “T-Thank you, ma-ma'am.” He bows and he rushed out of the door into the pouring rain.

The Vigilante kept running and running. The rain soaked The Veteran’s- his own camo jacket, but he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. His tears were streaming down his face, out and free to fall with the tears from the sky up high, mourning the fallen and the loss of their families. His running slowed down, and down, and down. Until he stops completely, shaking and crying in front of a bench in the park. He wanted him back, he doesn’t want to let go.

The Vigilante looked at the bench he stopped directly in front of. He suddenly recalled memories, memories of him and The Veteran. They used to play there, the bench has been there for a long time, and ages to come. He rubbed the stone bench, the smooth surface making him recall how he usually faked falling asleep and making The Veteran carry him home. How he blushed at the action because of how romantic it is. He slowly sat down, sniffling still heard in the air. He sat down and hugged his knees as he continued hiccupping, at least his crying had ceased. He looked up at the sky, the grey clouds frowning with him and looking down at his vulnerable state. Oh how The Veteran would hate him for looking like this, a mess.

As the rain poured down on his face, The Vigilante recalls the memories he had went through with The Veteran. He looked down to his hands, and to his ring finger. There lies a silver ring, not a proposal one, a promise one. A promise The Veteran kept. He promised he would survive and see The Vigilante again. But even promises break themselves.

On that day, rain has turned sour for him.

@tosfiction, I did a thingie.

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CHRIST I FINALLY GOD THE TIME TO READ THIS AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

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I'm too lazy to retype it all but just now I wrote an Invest x Medium x Escort x Serial Killer fic in-game and it is the worse thing I have ever written. The Invest came over to the Medium's house, they resurrected the Escort, and in the middle of their threesome the Serial Killer walked in and joined.

Wow, kekI'd love to see the story some timeWouldn't that be retributionist instead of medium, though?

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Blackmailer x Medium (Mediummailer? haha)

From his stance next to the Godfather's throne, the Blackmailer laid eyes on a shy woman who stood at the edge of town. She was the Medium, a girl who kept to herself, save for the spirits that visited her at night. 

Staring at her, the Blackmailer took pity on her. He leaned close to the Godfather. "Don't kill her, please. Spare her." The Godfather stared at the Blackmailer with disdain, and waved him away to continue plotting with the Forger and Mafioso.

The Blackmailer left his post and made his way over to the Medium. Although surprised by his advances, the Medium let him draw her close. He whispered to her, "I'll do my best to keep you safe. I promise." A sweet nothing he knew he'd one day have to betray. But for now, he held the Medium close.

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Medium x Medium

Night fell across the town like a thin blanket. Alone in her house, the Medium opened a channel to the spirit realm, the underworld that housed the deceased.

At first, all that met her ears was the murmur of souls' whispers. "Hello?" she asked timidly. "The medium is here."

The souls hushed. Then the Bodyguard informed her, "There's a second Medium! There's two of you!"

The Medium sighed in relief. "Tell them that I love them." She had an ally now.

For the rest of the night, the dead relayed love letters from one Medium to the other. When dawn arrived, she wrapped her shawl tightly and went out to meet the day. From across the town square, the Medium smiled knowingly at the man whom she knew was her ally.

[tosfiction]

The Last one Standing, a Haiku

Despite everything You're still living gleefully In this town alone

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Retributionist x Bodyguard

A white figure rushed to the town’s graveyard. The Retributionist was desperate to bring back the one who risked their life to save hers. She reached the grave she sought and worked her magic. A hand reaches up out of the dirt. The Retributionist pulled the bodyguard out of her grave and hugged her. “Welcome back to the world of the living.” The Bodyguard smiled and kissed her gently on the cheek. “It’s good to be back. I really missed you.” The two walked back to their little home, hand in hand.