AN: I just read a parody story called Defective, by TogetherWeCanFly. (If you want to laugh, go read it!) It had me laughing so hard that I thought I'd see if I could write something funny. Thanks for the inspiration TogetherWeCanFly. I don't know if I will continue this or not. I guess it depends on what I get for feedback.
We're lucky to be in the city. They say the smell was terrible, that the rest of the world doesn't use soap. Our founders built the wall to keep those filthy animals out, and they divided us into five groups, factions, to keep the peace.
The germaphobes, the ones who value clean hands and doorknobs, are in Germs-We-Fight. They wash everything.
Nose-candy make the perfume. They're all about kindness and harmony, always high from inhaling all the fumes.
Candor value honesty and pleasant odors. They tell you when you smell bad, even when you think you smell good.
And then there's Daunting-Tasks. They're our protectors, from potent odors, our saviors. I always thought they were amazing. Brave, fearless and not afraid to get stinky. Some people think Daunting-Tasks are crazy, when they kind of are. They'll walk into a hoarder's house without a mask.
My faction is Washer-wo&men. The others all call us "stiffs."(because sometimes we forget to rinse twice). We lead a simple life, we do laundry, dedicated to helping others who don't do laundry. We even clean the Factionless, the ones who don't wash anything. Because we're always wearing clean clothes, we're trusted to clothe the government. My father works alongside our leader, Don't MarckUs. It all works and smells pretty good to. Everyone knows where they belong. Except for me. I'm a germaphobic perfume addict who inhales all the time. I have no problem telling people when they wreak. I've cleaned houses for a living, even toilets. I guess that makes me brave. I also do laundry, though I really hate it.
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