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Originally classified as R-002.

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Robin's Report - June 24th 2006 ___________________________ Notes B said he got a tip about the Maronis planning an attack on the Falcones. Not sure where he gets these tips from. Is there some secret Bat-hotline I don’t know about? Probably informants. Like in those old detective movies he pretends he doesn’t watch.

Summary 22:00ish- We found the truck already driving all over the place. It was burning from the inside, which is definitely not how trucks are supposed to work. We couldn’t reach it in time before it crashed straight into an apartment building and set the whole place on fire. B got most of the people out, but I didn’t see any kids. There were bikes outside, so I knew they were still in there. I ran in. I found two little girls curled up together, crying. I couldn’t carry both out through the fire, so I had to improvise. I wrapped them in my cape so the flames wouldn’t get to them, sat them on a broken door, and tied my Waynetech line around the door handles so I could pull them. Once we hit the stairs, I used the door like a sled and got them out. (And yes, it looked cool.) B was definitely scared for me. He didn’t say anything, but I know. Then he opened the truck’s back doors and… it was bad. Charred bodies everywhere. One guy was somehow still alive. B talked to him. He said the attack was done by someone named Tommy. B looked surprised — I guess this Tommy guy is super loyal to the Maronis? But then the guy said Tommy’s face melted during the attack. Like wax. Yuck.

Involved Parties Maroni Goons Tommy Maretti Maybe Falcone? Observations The idea of someone’s face melting like wax is gross. And creepy. But besides that part? I did awesome. I saved two kids.

Tittle: The Cleaner: First File

Summary: One day green glowing monsters started appearing and attacking cities all over the globe, and with them, arrived 'The Cleaner'. The Justice League has not uncovered any real information about them to this day. Meanwhile, Danny in a full hazmat suit: 'People can't even let me take a friggin nap!!'

One day,  green glowing monsters and people started to appear all along the globe. No one knew where they came from, only that they enjoyed wreaking havoc wherever they showed up. 

With the entities came 'The Cleaner' as they were titled. They always appeared no more than 10 minutes after a villain - from the ‘Green Dimension’, as they named it - showed up, and contained them in ten seconds flat,  immensely helping in keeping the damage to the minimum. 

The only saving grace was that these aliens never got anyone killed. Everyone in the Justice League found this observation extremely bizarre. But even with no casualties,  the repair costs were enormous. 

No matter how much the JL looked, there were never sightings of the figure other than during the fights, when they seemed to appear out of thin air. Internet searches came up blank as well, only filled with excited rants and candid photos taken by civilians. With these, they concluded that “The Cleaner” was either a) a brand new hero previously unknown, or b) from the same dimension the glowing entities came from. The whole League was miffed, with the Bats even more so, collectively losing their shit over having no contingency plans against the unknown figure.

Fully covered in a red and black hazmat suit nobody had a clue about their identity,  even their gender was shrouded in mystery. Somehow their outfit, even without being overly baggy managed to hide any distinguishing bodily characteristics that otherwise would have been visible. 

Until…. one day,  one of the speedsters overheard the ‘Cleaner’s’ rant. 

It went as any of their usual fights with the green monsters did. Not even a few minutes after the beast started to destroy the buildings, their mysterious hero materialized into existence in front of it. Instead of immediately throwing a punch like they expected, ‘The Cleaner’ instead stared at them with the most deadpan expression they could convey with a helmet on. For some reason, the speedster got a huge 'I’m-so-done-with-this-shit' vibe. Or that was just his overactive imagination. It was hard to tell with the headgear on. He must have gotten it right though, because then they tiredly put a palm to their face with one hand, and, without looking, flicked open the lid of a tube and sucked the entity into it with the other.

Surprisingly, The Cleaner didn’t immediately disappear once the monster was gone, so he took a few steps closer as they hung the green, metal tube ( which he could now tell was actually a soup thermos? What? ) back on his belt and pulled out an honest-to-god cellphone.

He didn't even have to strain his ears to listen in on the ensuing phone call since they were talking pretty loudly. And boy, did they sure sound pissed. 

“I swear to the Ancients, Tuck,” the ‘Cleaner’ complained, motioning with their hands aggressively to emphasize their point “If I have to come to fetch another one of these god damned brats I'm gonna treat them the same way they act and build them a time out corner in either the warden’s prison or the palace. I'm pretty sure both Walker and Frightknight would love to teach them a lesson about tact!"

There was a pause as he listened to whoever they were talking to on the other end of the line. “No, I don't care that they’re centuries older than me. If they act like spoiled children they get treated as such!” 

They let out an annoyed harrumph “I was taking a nap, Tuck. A NAP!!! You know I don't take naps! Not to mention I’m retired! What the hell am I? Their nanny? I don’t even get paid to clean up the messes they make! Can't they just keep their ecto ass sitting still in the realm for at least a few centuries to let me take my well deserved break!? But nooooo, these asshats have to make even more paperwork for me to do!" 

“When I told them not to break into Amity anymore I did not mean for them to go to another dimension and terrorize a whole-ass-planet!!!” The ‘Cleaner’ threw up their spare hand in exasperation.

 Their grumbling still could be heard as, with a wave of their hands, a portal opened, made out of a green swirling mass. Ignoring everyone else’s presence they stepped into the portal as it was the most common thing in the world. 

The speedster could only watch and gape at the now empty air. They certainly did not know they could do that. 

Now that he remembers though, they did sound like a male didn't they? He couldn’t estimate their age from the voice as it was very muffled coming through the headgear, but it was definitely not feminine.

And that's how the Justice League got their first ever info about the mysterious ‘Cleaner’.

Finally,  the first real data was entered into the vigilante’s (?) file: 

Name: UNKNOWN 

Alias: “The Cleaner” 

Age: UNKNOWN 

Gender: Male 

Origin: UNKNOWN 

Race: UNKNOWN 

Appearance: UNKNOWN

Power(s): Flight (or hovering,  unconfirmed which), Super strength(?), Teleportation(?), Portal creation (confirmed)

Weakness(es): UNKNOWN 

Costume: A full  black and red hazmat suit. The headgear has a black, unreflective screen that has green orbs (eyes?) shining behind it. Matte black gloves, combat boots and belt. There are compartments added to the belt. Content: UNKNOWN 

Weapon(s): a metal thermos(?) with green accents

Personality: UNKNOWN 

Affiliates: Tuck (?) (no file available)

Takedown plan(s): Impossible to make without further data 

Note:  The entity always deals with the threats quickly and effectively. Their moves speak of prior experience. 

 Ao3

The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum!

My hands were itching to draw something so in a 'why the fuck not' mode i drew Danny's file.

Except as sequel of this with arts and all fellas cuz am already preparing it!

The sketch:

I didn’t go back to the building today.

I went to the county records office.

Fazbear Entertainment filed permits when the diner first opened. Renovations. Safety reports.

Old paperwork.

Most of it is boring.

Two names aren’t.

Henry Emily.

William Afton.

Their names appear on different documents. Never together.

One is tied to the designs.

The other to security.

I found a photograph attached to one of the files.

It was labeled staff reference.

I don’t recognize Henry Emily.

William Afton sounds familiar.

I’ve seen him before.

Near my house.

Standing outside his car.

I always thought he was just a neighbor.

Name: Cherry Rose Lynn

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Occupation: Serial Rapist

Species: Human, Immortal witch(Revenge Arc) then Imp demon later.

Family: Sara Lynn(Mother), Eric Lynn(Father), Thomas Lynn(Big brother)

Personality: Selfish, nasty, self-centered, cruel, Spoiled, crazy, obsessed, perverted, Naughty, Mean

Likes: Taking advantage of people, money, molesting people, Manipulating people into doing things that they didn’t want.

Dislikes: Getting in trouble, psychopaths, getting caught, people cheating on her instead, Police officers, Being arrested

Arrested for: Sexual Assault in the second degree, Massive Rape,Breaking and Entering.

She's in a family of 4. The Lynn Family are rapists and molesters, They used people, molested them and then kill them. The mother, father and brother were only caught and thrown in jail and sentenced to death but Cherry wasn't cause she escaped and she was a minor.

Status: Alive (meant to be executed for Serial Rape)

Victim: Sick Boyfriend/ Stephanie Sickest

Case reported: Jan 9th, 2011

Day 4 of Fictober and I'm trying my hand at some spooky X-Files shit.

Prompt #2 - "Don't worry, I got you."

The muddy earth sloshed beneath their feet. Last night’s rain surely washed away most of the evidence, but Mulder insisted on seeing the body, ritualistically posed, immediately. A cloud of mist persisted in the dense forest, but the agents pressed onward toward the crime scene. 

They reached a clearing where the body lay untouched. 

“It’s right through there,” said the young officer acting as their guide.

Scully thanked her and began examining the mutilated body, Mulder close on her heel. 

The victim was young, maybe in his late teens or early twenties, and splayed out on a large rock. His was cut open, his insides draped and adorned him like fine clothes. The putrid stench that filled the air of the clearing was inescapable. 

Mulder immediately turned away in disgust, a hand to his mouth and nose blocking the smell. Instead, he examined the surrounding area for clues, keeping as far away from Scully and the victim as possible.

“Well, it’s just like the other ones,” Scully said, coming up behind him and removing her gloves. “The body is posed in the same manner. Same M.O. as before, right down to the crown of intestines.”

This was the fourth killing of this nature, but Mulder grimaced every time. “How long has he been here?”

“I’d say a few days, maybe a week. This is a pretty remote location. We’re pretty deep in the woods.”

Yeah, if that hiker hadn’t stumbled upon this, who knows how long it wouldn’t taken to find him.”

Mulder called to the local law enforcement to have the body sent to a Dr. Dana Scully at the F.B.I. A special gift, just for her. 

“What about you?” she asked. “Find anything?”

“Just like the other ones,” he echoed. He put a hand to the small of her back and led her to a set of flat rocks on the edge of the clearing. She shivered under his touch. 

On the rocks there were candles with a wreath of leaves and flowers, an ornate silver crucifix, and scattered salt. Same as before. Scully nodded and walked around the makeshift witch’s table, taking in the whole picture.

“What is it?” Mulder asked. 

Scully shook her head and circled the rocks, looking contemplative. Mulder, unsure of what to look for, followed behind. 

Without warning Mulder was on his back, taking Scully down with him. She fell onto his chest. His breath was heavy and ragged from the fall, blowing her hair with each exhale. They stared at one another in a moment of surprise. 

Scully apologized, pushing awkwardly off his chest in an effort to climb off him. Mulder stood beside her brushing dirt off his tailored suit. 

“What happened,” she asked, with genuine concern. 

“I’m not sure. There was some…”

But then he lost his balance again, his arms flailing.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” Scully said, reaching out to steady him. He caught her arm, finding his balance. 

“Uneven ground,” he finished.

The agents bent to investigate the area beneath their feet. Next to them was a patch of sticks and leaves, more heavily concentrated than the rest of the clearing. 

“Mulder,” Scully said urgently. “You’re bleeding.”

She pointed to a trail of blood on his left hand.

“I didn’t even feel it,” Mulder said. 

Together she and Mulder unearthed a slightly buried dagger with a short, leather-bound handle, and discovered that Mulder had tripped on a large hole covered by forest debris. A human trap. And a folded piece of paper. 

As an officer approached them to ask about Mulder’s fall, Scully noticed Mulder slip the paper into his pocket. She held his gaze, but didn’t say anything.

*****

“So what did you find?” Mulder said by way of greeting when Scully walked through the office door. She set down her bag and two coffees. He grabbed one. 

“Nothing unusual. For this case,” she emphasized, sitting opposite Mulder. 

“I did some research on some of the witch material we found yesterday.

“Witch?” Scully arched a brow.

Not to be discouraged by Scully’s questioning, he continued. “The dagger is called an athame. It’s used in rituals, to command spirits and direct energies. In the Satanic arts.”

“Mulder…” Scully interrupted. 

“But there was also the crucifix and salt,” Mulder continued. “Someone cast a protection spell. There were two forces at work.”

“Good against evil?”

Mulder nodded. “Exactly.”

“But evil won.”

“This time.”

“What about the paper?” Scully inquired.

“That,” Mulder said, taking the paper from his jacket pocket and placing it on the desk in front of Scully, “is up for debate. This drawing is of the Romanian Muma Padurii, or Mother of the Forest. She is known as an ugly old woman who can transform her body. An urban folk legend used to scare children into being good.”

“Be good, kids, or the Boogie Monster will get you.”

“She lives in a dark little house in the forest,” he continued, “and kidnaps children to enslave them.”

“Or murder them,” Scully offered.

“Or maybe protect them,” he countered.

“Or a seriously disturbed person, inspired by Eastern European folklore, wants to make this look like witch’s ritual killing.”

“No, I think this witch is casting protection spells against a Satanist,” Mulder said.

“So, how do we find a shape-shifting witch?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” Mulder said, smiling. “There are a large number of spells that can be used to defeat her, according to legend. Or, in our case, find her.”

“Mulder, no.”

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