Stranded In Salem

Night One

Mafia's POV:

"So. You all are my teammates?"

The Mafia members sat across from each other in one of the houses. None of them knew each other at all, so the meeting was a tad bit awkward.

"I.. guess so?"
"Hope we're all able to get along, then. Would be a shame if we all ended up hating each other."
"Yeah."

It went silent in the room for a minute. One of the Mafia members took out a piece of paper.

"Here's a list of everyone in the town. I guess we have to, uh, kill one of them?"
"What if we just didn't kill anyone? Is that an option?"
"I mean, whoever's behind this would probably do something horrible to us if we didn't kill anyone."
"Maybe killing someone doesn't actually kill them. That's what I'm hoping, anyway. Let's just choose someone & get it over with."
"Alright."

The three of them looked over the list. "How about that Ollie person? Their non-threatening appearance threatens me."
"Sure. I can do that. House #3, right?"
"That's right!"
"Off I go, then!"

The Mafioso grabbed their gun & headed out of the door, on their way to Ollie's house.

Serial Killer's POV:

"Role?"

The Serial Killer found themselves in a cold, dusty jail cell. They had been jailed, by the town's Jailor, who was glaring them right in the eyes. Luckily for the Serial Killer, the jail cell was dimly lit, & they could hide their knife behind them.

"Oh, me? I'm just the Doctor." they lied, throwing a naive smile upon their face. The Jailor seemed to write something in their will.

"What are ya writing?"
"Your claim. If I die, everyone will know you're the Doctor."
"Ah. I see."

The Jailor finished writing in their will & set it aside, opening up the jail cell. "You're free to go-" they started, but their sentence was interrupted by the Serial Killer launching themselves out of the cell & plunging their knife into the Jailor's chest.

"AAGH-" the Jailor tried to scream, but the Serial Killer cut them off (literally) by stabbing their throat as well. They yanked their knife out of the Jailor's throat, & their body went limp. The Serial Killer sighed, dropping their knife next to the body.

"I.. I just killed this guy, didn't I?"

A gust of wind blew in, making the Jailor's last will fly across the room & land on top of the Jailor's body, soaking up some of the blood. The Serial Killer knelt down, looking at what it had read.

Name: Mortimer

Role: Jailor

Night 1: Jailed             . Claims Doctor.

Either the will was too bloody or it was too dark in the jail cell, because the Serial Killer's name was unintelligible. They hoped it was the former. They didn't want anyone to find out they killed this guy.

"I'm sorry," they whispered to the corpse. The only response they got was the blood that spilled out of Mortimer's corpse, covering the floor.

Arsonist's POV:

The Arsonist stood upon the town, looking at houses to douse. "Hm.. which house to douse?" they thought to themself, tapping their foot.

They walked toward one of the houses in front of them & held up a small match to read the house number. House #1. This was the house the Arsonist saw Charlie walk into, so it was probably Charlie's house.

Putting out the flame on the match & throwing it aside, the Arsonist thought about this. Charlie was the one who gathered everybody together & got them to introduce themselves yesterday. She's got the capability to lead the town, no matter her role. That could be dangerous to the Arsonist.

They opened up their gas can, & went to work dousing Charlie's house as they heard a cart ride past.

Ollie's POV:

Ollie was restless. They sat in their bed, fidgeting with a toy. From what the note they received read, most people got an object based on their role that they can use. However, Ollie's role couldn't really do anything, so they were provided with fidget toys & an MP3 player instead.

As they squeezed the toy in their hand, there was a knock at their door. Ollie hopped out of bed, fidget still in hand, & answered the door. "Hello?" they asked.

The person at the door said nothing, but they held the body of someone else in their hands. "Take them." the person said.

"What, are they dead or something?"
"No, just asleep. Throw them in your bed & get outside."
"Alright. I'm not one to argue."

Despite definitely being one to argue, Ollie obliged & put the sleeping person in their bed & went outside.

"So what's up? & also, who was that?"
"Get in the cart & I'll explain."

They hopped into the cart as the person started dragging the cart around. "That person I just handed you? That was the person who lives at house #15. Their name's Dawn, I think? We're headed to their house now."

"Why would we-" Ollie started, but a realization came to them. "Wait! Are you the Transporter?"
"Yeah? How'd you figure it out?"
"Well, remember how the note mentioned this was just a game of Town of Salem? Turns out that game is one of the few things I remember! There's a role in that game called the Transporter, & they can transport two people each night-"
"Yea, I know what a Transporter is. I am one."
"Yea, yea. So that's how I knew!"
"Good for you, I guess. Now could you do me a favor & be quiet for the rest of the ride, please?"
"Alright!" Ollie said, & those were the last words they said that night.