Town Traitor Backstories

[jailbroken2008]

So, we all know that on the wiki (https://town-of-salem.fandom.com/wiki/T ... :Main_Page) for each role, there are stories for each role: example, the Jailor story:

[The sun had set already. The people of the Town moved along the paths and streets of a lamp-lit Salem after the town's afternoon meeting. One figure, his hand moving to turn the doorknob to his house, had suddenly found himself in a blindfold and handcuffs. With no chance of resistance, he was hauled away under the cover of darkness. He would not be in his bed that night, nor out doing his duty. Instead, he would find himself tossed into a pitiful jail cell. Stone walls, a small cot, and a bucket were the only material inside.

After a long and dreadful wait, the barred window of the cell's only metal door let through a voice in a sovereign tone. "What is your role in this mess?" The figure, alone in the cell, sweats and looks from the cell door back up towards the bars. The voice sounds again, compelling and potent in its ultimatum, "Make your claim, or you will die here."

Handcuffed and nervous, he calls out, "I-I'm the Doctor! I was only trying to help someone!" It didn't work. He could hear the sound of a gun being taken out of its holster. The sovereign voice of the Jailor sounds again. "...I had a visit from the Doc' yesterday." The door opens. A pistol points at the cuffed figure inside the cell.

"It wasn't you."]

Okay, you back? good. So, there isn't anything on traitors. So i thought I'd try my own version of the Jailor story, but a Town Traitor Jailor.

"Well, good night, then," said the ambusher, tipping his hat to the rest of the town. As he headed to the Mafia's usual meeting place, though, he heard a noisy click as handcuffs were forced onto his wrists and a large, strong man carried him off to a cold, dark cell. "You've been ambushing a lot of Townies lately, eh?" accused the Jailor, having determined John Hathorne's identity through the well-known sheriff. "You don't want to do that," the Mafia's lurker replied coyly. "And why not?" retorted the prison keeper. "I've got a double-barrel shotgun aimed right at your face." "Because, our Consigliere knows who you are. You're Proctor, right? John Proctor. My team is gonna take you down this very night, unless you let me go. Then we'll see who's got a gun pointed at them." Well, well, well, thought the Jailor. This man knows who I am. The doc died last night, from that crazed killer's blade. The Crusader got lynched by that guy obsessed with him. And that Bodyguard should be protecting the Mayor, if he knows what's best for the Town. This is bad. "Look," the warden said to his prisoner, "You've caused a lot of trouble, and your threat is legitimate. But... how do I know you won't just stab me in the back the moment you're free?" He reached for the shotgun he had killed that suicidal maniac with. "You better give me a darn good reason."
"Wait!" shouted Hathorne. "I know! Don't shoot me! You can join us!" " ...Join you?" "Yeah! You become a part of the Mafia, take down the rest of the Town, and live with us after they're all dead!" The Jailor contemplated this for a while. He remembered the Investigator, accusing him of blackmailing the Medium into hiding the dead's words. He remembered the idiotic Escort, distracting him the night he had captured the Godfather. And most of all, the Mayor, who had never shown the town his identity until he himself had to threaten him with a shotgun barrel to the head. He thought for quite a while. A long, long while. Finally, though, he responded. "You've got yourself a deal, John."