You weren't sure what to expect when your Red Car contact hand-delivered an envelope containing an old VHS tape. All they had said was that 'Felix knew a guy', and that 'if anyone had the right sorts of screws loose to puzzle this out, it was you', and left without a further word.
It took you six hours to dig out your old VHS player from underneath a pile of board games that were shoved in the back of Norm's closet after Vanessa had moved out.
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The Los Angeles Museum of Natural History hummed with its usual quiet activity. Employees gently maintained or replaced the exhibits, and small hordes of either nerdy or bored visitors observed what they had on display.
The curator of the museum straightened her back after lifting a particularly heavy fossilized Plain Awful square egg onto its exhibition stand. It was good to see that Los Angeles was still so interested in natural history. Ever since the inaugural dig at the excavation site several months ago, all sorts of interesting objects had turned up! Most of them had barely been more than a century or two old, but they were still fascinating all the same- a veritable snapshot of the past, preserved under dirt and rubble. You never knew what was going to come through those doors.
The double doors to the museum opened with a deafening bang! that caused most of the patrons to jump. The curator paused her stretching, turning to regard the newcomer. "Well we really would ask that you be more gentle with the entrance, but welcome to the museum! I'm Dr. Jan, how can I-"
Dr. Jan was presented with a pair of rounded spectacles which seemed to reflect far more light than the room should hold. Beneath them was a stretched and pallid swathe of skin that stood out horrifically against the beaten black that surrounded it.
"My apologies." The figure spat out with perfect politeness. "I simply could not contain my… excitement."
Silence gripped every spectator within earshot as the ambient temperature dropped ten degrees, the automated air conditioning turning on to keep the Los Angeles summer at bay. An apprehension seemed to linger in the room like a fog, none of the patrons willing to be the first to break the tension.
"It's- good to see you, Mr. Mayor!" Dr. Jan gushed with a bit more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary. "Always nice to see our public figures taking an interest in history. Are you, uh, here about the new exhibit?"
Judge Doom's lips stretched over his perfectly white teeth in an approximation of a smile.
"You might say that!" Judge Doom declared in an uncomfortably loud voice just short of a full yell. "In fact I've come here for one artifact in particular."
Without a further word, Doom began stalking between rows of glass cases, ignoring their contents without so much as a glance. He passed the Zootopian ancestor display, the plaster T. rex sitting next to footage of actual velociraptors, and a multitude of other fascinating exhibits before walking through the glass doors leading to the backrooms.
Dr Jan hurried after him. "Uh, Mr. Doom, sir? That area is employees only, I- Mr. Doom?!"
Doom turned and stared unblinkingly back at her for just long enough that the situation grew uncomfortable. "I'm terribly sorry madam, but I am in something of a hurry. I have a great many… commitments today."
He swirled around again, black coat flowing, and continued marching forward as if he already knew the way.
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The feed switched to another, internal camera.
"Let me see, let me see…" He muttered to himself. "Ahaa. It's here."
Doom pushed forwards through a door Jan was near certain was usually locked, entering the restoration rooms for newly acquired artifacts. She hurried in behind him a few moments before he stopped in front of a large table layered with tools and brushes.
"I am here… for-"
Before the man could finish his sentence, a loud ringing emanated from his person.
"...One moment." He proclaimed, reaching into his black jacket and pulling out a phone. A moment later the curator realized it was an ancient standing phone, complete with rotary dial. A spiraling cord disappeared back into his jacket.
"This had better be important."
A low, wheedling voice came from the other end. "Eyy, boss. We just got big news from Danville! You're gonna wanna hear what the Doof just-"
Judge Doom reached into the phone and pulled out a mustelid snout, which he kept grasped in his thick black glove.
"Not. Now."
"Shorry Boshh…" The snout replied pathetically, spittle flying out of its squashed muzzle.
Doom returned the phone into his cloak.
"...why do you have a-?"
"Budget cuts." Doom replied. "Now then, where was I?"
"You were about to tell me why you were here." the curator replied.
"Oh yes. I am here…for your frog-shaped object."
Dr. Jan looked down on the table in front of her. "Wh-what?!" she asked, completely caught off guard for a moment. "There's no- I'm sorry, but nothing in here is frog shaped?" her voice rose in a hesitant uncertainty.
"Ah, but there is." Doom insisted, spreading his arms wide over the table.
Jan looked.
"Mayor Doom, this is a very fascinating find, possibly as much as a millennia old, it calls into question everything we know about early Kizh society and their capacity for metalworking, but… that's not even close to frog shaped. It's practically just a lump of metal."
"That is where you are wrong." Doom replied, hunching over the object. It was pixelated, hard to see on the low quality, but it did indeed have a slight metallic sheen,and seemed slightly smaller than a human head. "There's more to this than meets the eye. I can see it."
"I… okay." Jan replied after a moment. "You've seen it. Now what?"
"I'll take it!" Doom replied, placing a hand on the thing.
"What?! This is a museum, not a thrift shop! We haven't even had a chance to examine it yet! You can't just-!"
Doom's glove thrust out a sheaf of papers so quickly it seemed to appear from one frame to the next. "I'm afraid I've already negotiated a deal with the museum board."
The terrifying man reached into his cloak and pulled out an almost comically stereotypical sack of money. "Forty thousand in crisp bills, as agreed."
Jan looked over the papers with something between outrage and confusion. "This- … this only says thirty-five thousand."
"Consider it a tip, then. For Good Service."
Doom smiled. But then, the smile vanished, and he looked up at the camera. He frowned, and with a single fluid motion, swept his coat over the object. When he removed it again, the thing was nowhere to be found. He stalked out of the room, passing under the camera as he went, staring at it the entire time. "Have a good day, madam! You are doing good work for my city. Good work."
Jan watched him go with her mouth hanging open.
"Who votes for that guy?!?"
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Judge Doom has acquired a… frog-shaped object? You think. It's hard to make out on the videotapes. These are dated a couple months back, so… you're not exactly sure what he's doing with it right now, but it's something.