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Blood on the Watcher Shrine

Summary:

Blood on the Clocktower game but..
With trafficpinners?

This is not just a specific set of roles (eg. Trouble Brewing), it’s actually a mix of experimental ones, loric, ect, so kudos to you if you figure out who is what exact role.

I already have multiple chapters written and I will be slowly putting them out

Chapter 1: || PROLOGUE || Blood on the Watcher Shrine

Notes:

This fic is based off the game Blood on the Clocktower, but this will not be based off a set group of characters (eg. Trouble Brewing), it will contain things from multiple groups, and even experimental or Loric roles.

Any mentioned ships or family relationships are only because of the family thing in trafficpin. They are in no way the main focus of the story. Please be careful about ships, as some people may not be comfortable.

Chapter Text

Dove stood, helping Bison down from the platform on the shrine. 

 

The two would have to climb down the watcher shrine was covered, almost fully stalagmites. 

 

The night air was cold, breezy. The lightning conductor had fallen off, and now had been reattached with minimal casualties, but, if took a few hours.

 

Dove held a hand out to help Bison down the next spike.

 

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..

 

 

A foot slid, the figure on the higher spike falling forward, down to a lower, seemingly accessible one.

 

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..

 

 

 

Unable to even muster a breath, the figure impaled through the bottom left of the chest before flailing to get off, then falling flat again. The spike was stained wine red. 

 

Dove dropped their hands. Blood pulsed in their ears, the world deafening as a body lay there, still, slowly cooling, unmoving.

 

What had they done? They don’t remember pulling forward, but they were the only one there. How did this happen? What will happen to them after people find out?