Chapter 3
Billy woke up groggily. His arm was sore and bandaged. Anthony and Mr. Clean were nowhere in sight. He looked at his arm and decided to take off the bandages, underneath was a dark purple bruise and a deep black hole where he had cut himself. The hole was starting to scab up, but in the process of taking the bandages off, it had been broken. Fresh blood started to ooze out of the newly opened wound; Billy urgently put the bandages back on and went to wash the cut.
Anthony, in Billy's kitchen, was cleaning and making breakfast for himself and Billy. He knew Billy was going to feel bad and he also knew he needed to isolate Billy from Mr. Clean. In the process of cleaning, Anthony knocked down one of many bottles of wine that Billy owned, making an awful red stain on the floor. "Shit," Anthony muttered, "where the hell does he keep his Oxyclean?" Anthony walked over to the laundry room in search for Oxyclean.
After a successful search, he returned to the kitchen to clean his mess, but already cleaning the wine was none other than Mr. Clean. Mr. Clean stands up from the stain, "Why the fuck are you summoning me again, you got your shit, I got my shit, stop making god damn mes- Oh! Well fuck me! Its motherfucking Anthony," Mr. Clean looks back down at the wine, "I thought you were Billy…"
"Oh so this is how he summons you," Anthony said while putting the OxyClean on the counter. "He doesn't need you right now, or really ever again, so I would find someone else's life to fuck up."
"Seriously? I know you're not that fuckin stupid. You know he gave me his fuckin soul. There no backin out of this shit now."
"He's going to stop his addiction and I'm here to help him stop." Anthony sounded confident with what he was saying, but he wasn't sure. There was something about Mr. Clean that made him seem like he knew exactly what he was doing, always, and this intimidated Anthony. Mr. Clean started again, "Billy's fucked and you know it. He's been hooked too long… And now I've got him wrapped around my motherfucking finger nigga." With one swipe of his Mr. Clean Magic Eraser™ Mr. Clean cleaned up the wine like it was never spilt. "Don't you ever fuckin summon me for no god damn reason again. I have other things to do, other people to do, and I don't have time to talk to lil dip shits like you."
"I'll summon you whenever I want to god damn summon you! This concerns Billy, and I care about him! A lot of people care about him! If you mess with him, you wont get away with it! There's too many people concerned for this to just go away!"
"You summon me one more god damn time and I'm going to shove that motherfucking OxyClean so far up your ass that I can clean my toilets with your tongue." Mr. Clean turned around and stormed out the door, his presence became… Transparent. And Anthony was left alone in the kitchen.
"Hey I thought I heard some yelling, are you okay?" Billy said while walking in the kitchen. There was no sign of Mr. Clean in the kitchen, there was just Anthony at the stove making breakfast. "No, no, no, of course not! I just dropped a glass, had to clean it up."
"Oh well you did a good job with cleaning it up, I can't even tell that there was a mess." Billy remarked. Anthony just smiled nervously and looked back to the pan he had at the stove. After a few seconds of silence, Anthony spoke up saying "I'm making eggs if you want some, I know you've got to get back to work as soon as possible."
"Well I can't go to work with this cut on my arm, my OxyClean shirt is short sleeved… Maybe you can sub in for me for awhile until I get better?"
"Yeah, of course I will." Anthony said, maybe a little too excitedly, Billy gave him a weird look. Anthony couldn't help it though he had always wanted to be the spokes person for OxyClean and this was his chance to make his mark. Billy wanted to go to work, but he knew he would just be sent away because of the horrid cut on his arm. Billy thought back to what Mr. Clean said about Anthony, he doesn't want good for you. He only wants to take your fuckin spot god damn it. He looked over to Anthony at the stove, he seems so eager to fill in for me, would he really try to take my spot?
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