The Return of the Saga of the Dark!Laundry!fic!!
Largely thanks to lost_spook's encouragement, I have actually resurrected the long-languishing Laundryfic!!
Part 4
coming clean
Part 1 is here.
Part 2 is here.
Part 3 is here.
The background is here.
MacGyver opened two washing machines and begun stuffing clothes into both. He had intended to toss the flowered shirts in with the jeans, but that machine filled up faster than the one with the lighter stuff. He ended up with one machine that was too full, one that wasn’t nearly full, and a pile of odd clothes that couldn’t be washed with the white stuff, but wouldn’t make up a load on their own. And then there was the pile of towels . . . this was why he hated doing laundry. It always ended up like this.
He glanced over towards the counter, checking to see whether the pretty girl was still there. Nope. The old woman - grandmother or whatever - was nowhere to be seen either. Mac had briefly contemplated asking them if there might, just possibly, be something broken around the place - anything - that he could fix if they’d just deal with the laundry for him. But there was nobody behind the counter just at that moment, so he sighed and turned back to the machines.
That was the moment when he realized he hadn’t brought any detergent.
Okay, fine. He had plenty of quarters; there had to be detergent for sale somewhere. He spotted the dispenser machine, over near several other vending machines, and hurried over, digging in his pocket for a couple of quarters.
He didn’t see the man who popped out from behind the row of dryers, clutching a styrofoam cup of fortunately lukewarm liquid, until he’d walked right into him. The tepid stuff in the cup splashed over Mac, splattering pale stains all over his last clean t-shirt.
Poll
ETA: Part 5 is now online! Right here!
Part 4
coming clean
Part 1 is here.
Part 2 is here.
Part 3 is here.
The background is here.
MacGyver opened two washing machines and begun stuffing clothes into both. He had intended to toss the flowered shirts in with the jeans, but that machine filled up faster than the one with the lighter stuff. He ended up with one machine that was too full, one that wasn’t nearly full, and a pile of odd clothes that couldn’t be washed with the white stuff, but wouldn’t make up a load on their own. And then there was the pile of towels . . . this was why he hated doing laundry. It always ended up like this.
He glanced over towards the counter, checking to see whether the pretty girl was still there. Nope. The old woman - grandmother or whatever - was nowhere to be seen either. Mac had briefly contemplated asking them if there might, just possibly, be something broken around the place - anything - that he could fix if they’d just deal with the laundry for him. But there was nobody behind the counter just at that moment, so he sighed and turned back to the machines.
That was the moment when he realized he hadn’t brought any detergent.
Okay, fine. He had plenty of quarters; there had to be detergent for sale somewhere. He spotted the dispenser machine, over near several other vending machines, and hurried over, digging in his pocket for a couple of quarters.
He didn’t see the man who popped out from behind the row of dryers, clutching a styrofoam cup of fortunately lukewarm liquid, until he’d walked right into him. The tepid stuff in the cup splashed over Mac, splattering pale stains all over his last clean t-shirt.
Poll
ETA: Part 5 is now online! Right here!