What Is My Life-A Basicclean Fanfic {discontinued}

Chapter one

This is a Basicclean fanfic, Mr. Clean and Basic Avocado (the weird emoticon on Snapchat).

Chapter one redone on 10-17-16 but it still sucks, just a bit less. It's also still really short.

  It was a sunny Monday morning and Mr. Clean opened his eyes. He sighed. He was going to have to go back to work today. He worked at a tall building about 15 minutes from his house. Mr. Clean worked on making cleaning products. He would always try them out at his house so it was always spotless. It was a nice weekend but like all great things, it had to end. All weekend he had watched Netflix and ate ice cream while lying in bed. Mr. Clean finally decided he'd have to get up or he'd be late for work so he got out of his bed, knocking his laptop off the bed in the process.

  Mr. Clean dropped down onto his knees in front of the shattered laptop. "No, this can't be!" He cried out in agony. He remembered all his good memories with his laptop. They'd been through everything together and it felt weird for her to not be sitting there, comforting him. The happiness she brought to Mr. Clean was too great to describe. They had been in a relationship for two years now. The couple were even getting married in a week. Or perhaps they wouldn't be.

  "STAY ALIVE!" Mr. Clean yelled. He grabbed his phone, nearly dropping it as well, and called 911. "911, what..." "MY FIANCÉ IS ABOUT TO DIE!" he cried out. "Sir, please calm down. Tell us where you are and we'll send an ambulance." The 911 lady said. "I'm at 221B Baker Street. Come as fast as you can!" He said while trying to calm himself down. He took a few deep breaths. There were tears all over his face but he managed to get himself to stop crying. It looked as if he'd just jumped in a pool. He hung up and looked back down at his laptop. "Don't worry, help is coming." he assured her.

  Not long after, he heard the ambulance pull up. Mr. Clean ran to the door and opened it. "She's in our room." He said, trying to stay calm though he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He lead the people into his room and showed them his shattered laptop. The people looked at him like he was crazy. They all looked pretty pissed as well. "Aren't you gonna do anything?" He asked. "Sir, do not call us for pranks." A man said. "THIS ISN'T A JOKE, DON'T YOU SEE HER? SHE'S DYING!" He yelled, the tears falling down his face once again. Mr. Clean couldn't believe that the police wouldn't help at all.

  The people left but one of them stayed. "You have a very clean house, sir." She said. "My name is Mr. Clean for a reason." He said, trying to lighten the mood, mostly for himself. She giggled quietly. "I'm Basic Avocado." The woman said. Mr. Clean nodded, looking at her from her feet and all the way up to her head. She was covered in avocados and she was about 5'5. All he knew was that Basic Avocado was beautiful. He stared at her as she left the room and his house. Maybe he could get over Laptop. He knew was that he had to see her again. Basic Avocado.

What even is my life? Anyways, this is dedicated to archangelmicha for our new Mr. Clean fandom.