No One You Can Trust /Inanimate Insanity
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No One You Can Trust (or just N.O.Y.C.T)
warning: Blood, Violence, swearing etc
This story is based on a game That I definitely didn't forget the name of (and no its not Dangaronpa JUST so y'know).
In this story, there will be 2 murders, 1 sheriff, 1 Doctor and the rest are innocent. There will be one more role and that is the judge but they are NOT actually playing the game.
-The murderers have to kill everyone without being caught BUT they can only do so at night.
-The Sheriff have to investigate deeper than anyone else and their job is to find the murderers.
-The Doctors role is that they can shield one player each night. Meaning during a night, the person who has the shield currently cannot be killed.
-The Innocents are just trying to find out who the murderers are but get less information than the sheriff.
there are going to be only 20 ppl playing the game in total and you guys are going to have different P.O.Vs. There is going to be a bit of shipping but obviously it's going to be only at least 5% of the story.
I do not own Inanimate insanity they are from a creator called AnimationEpic on YouTube
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