Bleach Fan Novels & Stories

She scooped the basket of hard bleach off Effie hands. "You don't need so many cleaning agents for one toilet." "Here," She handed them three different brands of antiseptic and bleach. "This should be enough." *** Credits to G****e on hotel staffing info.

The bathroom door is locked. I checked it three times. Click. Jiggle. Secure. I am alone in the small, tiled box. The air smells of cheap lemon cleaner and my own nervous sweat. The fan overhead rattles, a mechanical wheeze that grates on my nerves. On the white porcelain of the sink, I have arranged them. Clearblue. First Response. E.P.T. I take them out of the packaging. The foil crinkles loudly in the silence. I place the plastic sticks in a row, parallel to the edge of the sink. They look like instruments. Like scalpels.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"

Waltz was so shocked that she couldn’t close her mouth. Alex shook his head. “This is just ten percent of its power. Also, this fan is a little damaged. Otherwise, I’m not sure how much more powerful it could get. Here you go.” Waltz blinked, confused. “You’re really giving it to me?” Alex chuckled. “Yeah, I did say that a while ago. This thing isn’t suitable for me. Besides, it’d be good for you if you keep it at your side too. I’ll teach you the techniques of using this fan after we get home. Oh right, the fan’s name is Kira!”

I took the bottle of bleach and poured it into the washing machine without a second thought. In the same way, I took the duvet and placed it with the white bedsheet, allowing it to rest for a few minutes. I filled another washing machine halfway with water and detergent, then added the second bedsheet. I observed it absorbing water, growing heavy in my hand. I focused intently, biting my lips to ease the discomfort in my hands and shoulders. It was quite an unpleasant experience, and I was relieved that Yasmin wasn’t here. As if she could read my mind, she opened the door and walked in, holding a bottle of more bleach. “Oh, I forgot to mention something.” Don’s white bedsheet should be clean

I have to get these symbols off the wall. The kitchen! There has to be something in the kitchen I can use to get these symbols off the wall. I go to the kitchen scramble looking for something to remove the symbols. My mind is in overload. Bleach there has to be bleach here. I look under the cabinet. Yes, bleach! I grab the bleach and I grab a towel. It should do the trick. I run for the door and start scrubbing. As I'm scrubbing the door mayhem comes to the door. He looks at me puzzled and asks me what I'm doing. He doesn't know what's going on, how can this be? He was here when I went to sleep.

Looking outside and beyond the horizon, I swipe my tongue across my lips to wet them, hoisting myself to my feet. Hands on my waist, I once over the entirety of my space, satisfied and proud, telling from the smile playing on my lips. I nod slowly, turning on my heels to head for the kitchen. It’s my next target. As soon as I step into my living room, a strong stench of bleach attacks my senses. Not unpleasant but too strong for my liking. I remind myself to be careful with the amount I use next time. Pinching my nose to reduce its potency, i dash across the living room and into my kitchen. A stack of dishes piled into the sink awaits me. I groan out loud, whining about having to actually do

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

“I only found one. Where is another?” The walkie dashed on. “Try the big storage closet on the tenth floor.” Wesley replied. “Copy.” Bryan took the elevator to the tenth floor with the one container of bleach. The tenth floor wasn’t as bright and well-furnished as the second floor. Bryan assumed maybe the rooms became more dark and gloomy as the numbers went up. On this level was a black and red design with a black fluffy carpet that was soft to the touch. Like walking on a cloud. Bryan couldn’t help but touch the carpet. As he studied more of the carpets outlines, he could see traces of white on the carpet leading to the bed. The carpet had been sprayed with some cleaning material for sure,