Funny Bleach Novels & Stories

“What happens when you drink a bottle of bleach?” I wasn’t expecting the question. But it was like a smack at the back of my head. This is a matter of life and death to him, yet I was flippant about it. I flashed a sheepish smile. “You were right. I do have the IQ of a log.” He burst into laughter for a good whole minute, then pushed my forehead with his index finger with a genuine smile. “Glad you noticed.” ***** Somewhere behind me, I overheard the photographer asking his assistant, “Could we get some fairytale ducks on the lake…?”

I can tell he’s a cool human being in a teenager’s body. “You too.’ He says smiling at me. “It’s cool to meet a fellow Bleach Verse lover.” He says pointing to my t-shirt. I look down reminded I wore this t-shirt when I left home last night. “Oh, Bleach Verse is the truth.” I say and he nods. I get up from my seat and start to clean up. He gets up too to help. There isn’t much to clean up, so we’re done in a few minutes.

I demanded, fury in my voice. Jade smirked, holding up a bottle of bleach. The strong, stinging smell hit my nose, and panic shot through me. “Oh no!" I shrieked, feeling the bleach burn my scalp. My hands flew to my head, desperately trying to wipe it away, but the taps in every room I tried were dry. They’d planned this. Minutes and minutes passed as they each blocked my way into every room for about 10 minutes. “Help!” I screamed, running to my room’s bathroom and plunging my head under the faucet. My heart sank as I watched strands of my hair fall out, and my once-brown hair turn a fiery, unnatural red and brown.

And then— The fair. The way his face changed. The anger. The fear. I frowned slightly, staring down at the dirty floor. “…What the hell is wrong with your family, Leo?” Because it had to be bad. Really bad. No one reacted like that over a picture unless there was something deeper behind it. Something dangerous. I shook my head quickly. “No. Don’t go there.” I had enough to deal with here. I pushed myself off the counter. “Bleach,” I muttered. “I need bleach.”

the blonde snapped. “I guess you left Professor Black when he lost his job and started looking for your next target to whore around with!” another added. This time I couldn’t hold it. I laughed so hard I had to hold my stomach. Tracy? She was purple. “Hold on,” she choked, “you didn’t tell me you have stupid clowns in your school.” “Who are you calling clowns?!” the leader spat. “Must you act foolish, Blender?” I asked. The crowd lost it.

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

I looked at Syrel and her eyes are widening while grinning. “Why?” Caye questioned. “Because I remember the time where Lou is bleaching his hair and Syrel tried to put the mixture on the solution. Right after helping Lou, Syrel noticed that there is a bleach stain on her finger and she was afraid that it might kill her” and we all chuckles as soon as we heard what she has said. That’s true and accurate. “Oh my gosh. I don’t know that it might poison me” Syrel responded. Jane passed the phone to Joshua and he reads the next question.

There was a moment of silence before another waitress screamed and the police and medical team came crashing on the café. Cleo stood and wiped the blood on her cheeks with the back of her hand, and announced "I shall go to the bathroom." She washed her face with clean hands and she realized it was never hard than with tainted blood. The only person who could do such a bold thing just to summoned her demon was no other than Misha, the bold character who has a childish personality but a deadly soul. She would kill without hesitation, she enjoyed killing. She thought killing is fun. "Looking stupid, Blanche."

Was life even worth living? Tears rolled down my cheeks as I reflected on the past few weeks. "I can't do this anymore!" My voice bounced off the walls of the bathroom. After looking around for a moment, I reached out to the small shelf. I pulled off the large bottle of bleach on the bottom. I uncapped it. After looking at the clear liquid for a brief moment, I brought the bottle to my lips and drew my head back.

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”