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The Janitor is just a lowly schoolhouse custodian. He takes the abuse of the townspeople's children, the taunts and the bullying. The Janitor is used to it. Any scrap of food left on the cafeteria table is slipped into his pocket, for his pay is meager, and food is a necessity of life, is it not? This has been his life for as long as he can remember. But, as he lay in bed one night, contemplating what he shall do, his door is broken in half. In walks a large and rather intimidating man. He soon realizes he is The Godfather. Fearing for his life, he begs for mercy. The Godfather only laughs, until he realizes who he is going to kill. A plan forms in his head. The Janitor has the skillset to clean anything...even a dead body, wiping away any trace of a will or clues to what a lowly townsperson's role is. The Janitor is offered a choice. Use his skills for the good of the Mafia, or die. Anyone in their right mind would choose correctly. He grabs his mop, and his bucket, and follows The Godfather outside. Revenge is sweet, but not dirty. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to justlyra)

He gets the call at three past midnight. "We need a clean-up, bring extra spray, this one was messy. I'll send ya the address." A gruff man on the other end says quickly, hanging up before the sleepy man can even reply. He mutters a few curses to himself before getting out of bed. He knows he should not be surprised they called him this late, but some part of him still wishes the other Mafia members realized that a guy has to sleep at some point. He worries not about looks, it is not like the dead are going to judge him if he has bed head. All he does is simply slip on his shoes, don a black trench coat and hat, grab his special supplies, and head out to the address sent to him. They were right, this one was a messy kill. "Must've been a newbie, the experts ain't this sloppy." The poor woman was riddled with bullet holes, blood sprayed every which way. The Janitor is quick yet meticulous with his work. The body is easy enough to get rid of, this is what the garbage bag was for; the blood is another matter. Still, nothing all that complicated for an expert. The body is gone, the blood is gone, and no trace is left of who the woman was, nor the person who erased her. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to HOM3STUCK413)

"Could he leave more of a mess?" the Janitor grumbles as he surveys the scene. Mangled corpse? Obvious signs of a struggle? Blood everywhere? Check, check, check. With the lye already heated up, it's a simple matter to haul the body over to his house and gently lower it into the liquid. Then, the true work begins. Back in the victim's house, every piece of furniture is examined and thrown onto the lawn and every blood splatter is meticulously scrubbed away.

Finally, the Janitor turns to the last will of the poor soul. Nothing special, only a blunt list of actions. Yet his eyes linger on the top- "John Hawthorne, Doctor." Ah, to be a Doctor again! Examinations, autopsies, vivisections... In the medical field, the Janitor was an expert, nay, a prodigy. The sudden loss of his license crushed him as he was relegated to the role of custodian. Thus, the Janitor turned to the one group that could give him the same thrill. After all, the Mafia always needs someone to clean up.

Tearing his gaze from a reminder of the past, the Janitor crumples the last will and chucks it onto the pile of furniture outside. A smattering of gasoline and a single match feed the hungry flame. In the morning, the Town would awaken to an empty house with a scorched lawn. John Hawthorne's body and will would never be found, nor his role determined. Another successful cleaning. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to nighthawk101)

A former Town of Salem medical examiner, fired because of his relation to the criminal underground and forced to take work as a custodian, the Janitor takes his ironically named job very seriously. After the dirty work of the Mafioso and Godfather, the Janitor removes all traces of the body's former identity; disposing of wills and any leads to the victim's occupation. (unregistered contributor)

Revenge is wonderful; the Janitor whistles happily as he cleans the bloody corpse of the Town's Head Doctor who fired him from the job he loved. The Mafia promised vengeance when the Town's Political Board forced him out, and the Godfather fulfilled his promise. Working beside his best friend, the Disguiser applies the last of the necessary makeup to become the now deceased Doctor while the Janitor mops up the last of the blood and tosses a heavy bag filled with remains over his shoulder. The Disguiser looks at the Janitor and says in the Doctor's voice: “You clean up rather well.” The Janitor grins, and says back to him: “So do you, Doc.” (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Janitor and the Mafioso stared down at the dead body of the Jailor. The Mafioso had done his job, now the Janitor had to do his. The Mafioso gives him a little wave and walks out of the jail while the Janitor gets to work. The Janitor scrubs the blood off the floor and walls, and then starts working on the Jailor's body. He cleans out the bloodstains with some powerful cleaning agents and then starts searching the Jailor's pockets. What's this? A log indicating who the Jailor jailed on what night, and what role they claimed? The Mafioso and the Framer were both on this log, having both been jailed. Oh no no, the town couldn't see this. The Janitor pocketed the document and continued searching the Jailor. Ah, keys to the jail! Also worth hiding. If there was any piece of evidence implying the Jailor's role, it was up to the Janitor to destroy it. He searched the rest of the jail, finding small documents verifying the Jailor's identity and pocketed them all. This was all information the town couldn't be permitted to know. Once he was done, he took his leave with the jail keys and all the evidence and returned to his home. There, he buried the jail keys in his fireplace, lit up the fireplace and started throwing the Jailor's log and evidence of his role into the fire, burning it all. This was information the town didn't need to know and were better off not knowing. By the time all the evidence had been destroyed, morning was rising over the town and the Janitor got up and went to the courtyard, where the Jailor's body was. The Executioner searched his pockets, taking longer than usual, which was making the town restless. Finally, he stopped and when the Lookout asked why, he simply replied "There's absolutely no evidence of this man's role. No logs, no documents, nothing." which caused the town to start whispering to each other with uncertainty, some suspecting Investigator while others suspected a simple Jester. That day, the Sheriff stepped forward and claimed to have found a mafia member. The town put the man on trial, much to the man's denial and he was lynched. The Framer had been at the man's house the night before. The lynched town member was revealed to be the Doctor. The Sheriff quickly begged for the Jailor to protect him tonight, but the Janitor knew the Jailor was already dead. That night, he told the Godfather this information, and the Godfather sent the Mafioso and Janitor after the Sheriff. The Janitor smirked, picking up his equipment again and getting it ready to clean the Sheriff. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The housekeeper wasn't getting enough money. He barely had enough for his kids. He was desperate. He would do anything. Problem was, he spent his whole life cleaning. What use would that do? During his nightly work, he knocked on doors, asking for any tips, saying he was a bit low on money. He got nothing. Nothing whatsoever. Then he knocked on the Godfather's door. He went in and cleaned the house. Then he told him his position. "Really? What are you good at?" The Godfather raised his eyebrows. "THe problem is, all I can do is clean." He sat there looking at the ground. "Well, if you're REALLY desperate, I can get you some money. IF, and only if, you clean the bodies that we kill." The Godfather looked at him. "Well... How much, I'm really desperate?" The Godfather smiled and showed him a small stack of cash. The housekeepers jaw dropped. "Well, you know what? Yes! This was it. He was a Janitor. (Credit to Runtoastrun)