Introductory post~

The couple stood in shock as they looked at their now blackened front room. The young robot master however looked unphased at the mess around her that she had caused. All she cared about was that her job of cleaning the chimney was done like they had asked her to, and she was going to get payed for it.
"Right... Big job up there, so... I think that's twenty quids worth...then adding the clearance of the blockage and labour fees..." she counted on with her fingers.
"You want us to pay you?! After you have pretty mutch ruined our carpet, soiled all our furniture with ash and have caused us now more greif than the blocked fireplace?!?" The lady of the house scolded. Cynder, still looked unphased.
"Yes Missus." she nodded.
"Well, I'm afraid that's not going to happen!" The woman pouted. "In fact, I think we should be payed compensation!"
Cynder frowned. "Listen you old trout! I went up there, cleaned the sodding chimney like you asked me to. You have a bloody problem with mess you should have put sheets down like most normal people do!" She argued back. "Either you can pay me now like you said you would, or I can make this place EVEN MORE of a nightmare to clean."
The woman looked flabbergasted. "Y...you cheeky little brat! How dare you threaten us! Get out."
Cynder sighed. "If you insist." She mumbled before taking a deep breath.
"Well?" snapped the man of the house. Cynder smirked, and suddenly exhailed, blowing out a thick smokescreen of smoke, ash and dust. The room blackened.
Eventually the smog cleared from the house. The couple stood in filthied clothes. Their faces covered in ash and dirt. The money on the side intended for Cynder had gone. The man suddenly fumbled around and patted his sides.
"THE CHEEKY BEGGARS NICKED MY WALLET!!!"
Cynder was nowhere to be seen. Strangely, neither the front door nor back, or any windows had been opened.