lazy au stories because writer's block

Darn Minx and Boyinaband's raps.
I came up with a Town of Salem AU for the Spies after listening to the ToS rap over and over again.
Then Writer's Block.
So this.
*confetti*

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To an Arsonist, there was no need to be quiet. Flames made a lot of noise, it was enough to cover her. So she hummed.
Fushia Blazer prowled the streets of Salem, fixing her skirt as she walked, humming the same tune. She knew the song by heart. As did her partner. Should she even call him a partner? No matter.

She was looking for her target. The Arsonist moved swiftly and silently, aside from her quiet humming. No one was outside at night. Not anymore.
And she intended for it to stay like that. After a few more nights, this town would finally have a peaceful night. Everyone in a truce, everyone under control. The town would be hers.

Okay, he wasn't really a partner. More like compeition. Yes. A rival. That's what he was. But they worked together sometimes. They could safely work along now, though. Yes, it was an odd feeling, but she dealt with it.

She stopped walking and humming. Was the sound of footsteps? How dare. This place was supposed to be quiet at night. Peace and quiet! She craved it, drove her insane. Control and quiet. She snuck carefully over to the source of the sound.
It was him, the newcomer, now a Sheriff. How dare the remainder make him Sheriff! The man had no idea what he was doing, or who he was up against! She was about the open the container of gasoline when she spotted the other.

Great discration! She leapt up carefully to the roof of the house just before the newcomer Sheriff, Crenwood Tanaka, went around the corner.
She locked eyes with her Serial Killer friend, Choco Fudgemallow. He was on the opposite house's roof. What was he out here for?
She went to jumping across trees and rooftops to follow her target, the pesky Sheriff.

She unscrewed the top from her can of gasoline, and when at the right angle, threw the liquid out of it towards him. She watched the Sheriff stop moving. She mostly missed, but she did get part of his leg. It was enough.
Crenwood went into a panic, looking about, and withdrawing a gun, that of the former Vigilante's. She hid herself, squinting at him, awaiting a next move.

Choco hid in the underbrush of the nearby forest, she only spotted him when he twirled his knife, which gave her the sight of a quick flash of silver metal. She lit a match, and threw it hard.
Flames grew up fast, but the Sheriff was fast. Too fast. He outran the Arsonist's flames. She cursed under her breath and chased after him.