JCL ARCHIVE – AUDIO LOG 0001
Date: 2000-08-05
Location: Unknown house
Subject: Unknown Man

[Tape begins. The sound of a chair dragging, then a heavy exhale. The voice is male, low, steady, but tense.]

Unknown Investigator:
My name isn’t important. Not yet. If this tape gets out, then I’ll already be gone—or buried deeper than the Joke Comic League would ever allow.

For the past six years, I’ve been investigating Gayifier. Not the stories, not the flashy rumors, but the man himself. Who he really is. Where he came from. How he got his powers. Every thread I’ve followed ends the same way: silence, redactions, fear. Even his real name doesn’t exist in any record—not in government files, not in census data, not even in the dusty Huxley family archives. Nothing. Just absence.

I spoke with his father—Paul Huxley. Asked him directly who Gayifier really was. He refused. Wouldn’t even flinch, wouldn’t look me in the eye. Just silence. That silence told me everything. There’s something here. Something so deep that even family won’t speak it aloud.

Then there’s the matter of Gay-boy. His so-called sidekick, the bright-eyed partner who vanished in 1993. Official reports said an “accident.” No details, no funeral, no closure. So I broke in. Snuck through the Joke Comic League’s main headquarters, down into the basement morgue. They keep it quiet, locked behind three reinforced doors, but I got in. And I stole Gay-boy’s autopsy report. I have it in my hands right now.

[He shuffles papers audibly, the sound rough and deliberate.]

It wasn’t an accident. The report is clear: multiple fractures, internal trauma, and burns that don’t match the cover story. Cause of death is redacted—entire page blacked out. But someone wanted Gay-boy erased.

I’ve also spoken to the neighbors near the old Huxley house. Most of them are terrified to talk, but a few—an old woman down the block, a shopkeeper who saw him as a boy—they said he was different. Quiet, disciplined, but with this…edge. One even told me, “That boy was punished for things no child should be punished for.” They didn’t elaborate. They didn’t have to.

The more I dig, the less I find. It’s like Gayifier’s life is one long scar someone keeps covering up. And yet, every lead points back to the same conclusion: he wasn’t made by the JCL. He wasn’t recruited. He wasn't built, something darker, buried in the cracks of his family.

[The investigator pauses, the sound of him rubbing his temples. His tone lowers.]

If you’re hearing this, then I’ve probably pushed too far. But people need to know. Gay-boy’s death wasn’t an accident. Gayifier’s powers didn’t just appear. And his true name…it’s hidden for a reason.

[He exhales sharply, voice steadier but grim.]

I’ll keep digging until they stop me. And if they do—then let this tape be the evidence. Gayifier is not who you think he is.

[Click. Tape ends.]