Foster’s Porn Story: Memoirs of a Demon Named Frankie Chapter 3

Wow! This is my longest chapter yet, I hope everyone likes it!

Cyburn: Yeah, Macs sweet that way, isnt he?

Semine: Gracias!

That little voice: Yep, thats our Bloo.

Barry: Well, as we can see from this chapter, its gonna take a lot longer for Frankie to get adjusted to her change, and shes not out of the woods yet… and yeah, Frankie and Mac have a bond… though I dont know about romantic; I think Frankie sees Mac more as the little brother she never had. And, yeah… if Madame Foster had gotten the necklace, shed be too busy having fun to get all angsty.

Mario: Yeah, Frankie isnt aging, and Mac is, so one day theyd be the same, but is Mac really going to wait fourteen years for her? And besides, unless Frankie can turn someone else into a Valix (and she cant, at least not for more than a couple of hours) Macs gonna go right on aging. So that might not work out as well as youd think.

Tori, DarkWolf: Sorry it took so long, Im not a very fast writer, but as you can see, this chapters twice as long as the last one!

Inu: Well, like I said above, Frankie cant turn Mac into a Valix, at least not permanently.

Thats not to say it cant happen, though… -grin-

Chapter 3: Dear Diary

May 13, 2005

Ive decided to start this journal to give myself an outlet for my emotions. Its not fair to take them out on the Friends. Well… maybe its fair to take them out on one friend in particular.

Oh, where do I start?

Its been about a week since this all started. It was my birthday, and Bloo gave me this harmless-looking pendant.

Harmless. Yeah, right. Im typing with clawed fingers and mousing with one of my three tails. Harmless my Aunt Fanny, pardon my French.

The pendant changed me into a freak. An utter, complete, unnatural freak. Im covered from head to toe… excuse me, hoof… in blue, black, and white fur. Ive got pink hair and wings to match. I have three eyes. I have three breasts. Ive got freakin horns, for pitys sake. There isnt a single way that Im not a freak. And Im stuck this way for the rest of my potentially endless life.

Look on the bright side, everyone says. What bright side? That Im the only one of my species? That I can never leave the house as long as I live? That I had to get my new shoes at the unicorn stables? That I look into the mirror and I cant find me anymore?

Ive got powers, they say. Whats the point of having them if I cant have a life? So my chores have become a little easier now that Im stronger and faster. Whoopee, I have more free time to be lonely and depressed.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I shouldnt waste my time on this.

May 15, 2005

Okay, trying this again…

Gaaaah.

Nothing to write.

I hate my life.

I hate this diary.

Im done.

May 16, 2005

Well, I thought Id never do this again, so, why am I doing this again?

Its all thanks to a talk I had with Wilt, last night.

He was helping me clean up the kitchen after cooking dinner yeah, Im still doing my job. Its pretty much all I have left now at this point. Anyway, he was drying the dishes while I was washing, and I noticed that he had to hold the dishes with his teeth in order to dry them…

How do you do it, Wilt?

Well, basically, I use circular strokes. That way, its much easier to avoid leaving streaks.

No. I mean… how do you stay so happy all the time, with your… you know…

Its okay, Frankie, you can say it. Im missing an arm. No big.

But… it is a big! I mean, if Id had that kind of thing happen to me…

It happened a long time ago… Im pretty used to it by now.

Frankie sighed deeply: I guess I must look like a big crybaby… I mean, its not like I lost a piece of myself.

Frankie, did I ever tell you how I lost my arm?

Frankies ears perked up. Wilt NEVER talked about his arm. How?

Well, one day, my kid took me to the zoo. And he wandered into the alligator pit. I reached down to get him, and managed to pull him out of harms way, but one of the alligators bit off my arm.

Ohmigosh, that mustve really hurt!

Not as much as losing my kid would have. And that little boy grew up to be Shaquille ONeil.

…really?

No, but it makes the story more interesting. The point is, sometimes life throws us a bad pass… He spun a plate on his finger for emphasis. But you can still go for the slam dunk.

That really made me think. Yeah, being a demon isnt a picnic. But there are people out there a lot worse off than me.

So, Im gonna keep working on this diary. Who knows, maybe someday itll be a best seller.

May 17, 2005

Thought Id use this entry to touch on some of the weirdness of my new body.

Lets start with the fur. The stuff on my body is pretty short and soft. Its thicker over my chest, calves, and forearms. My hair, for contrast, is long, silky, and shocking pink. Ive cut it into a version of my old style, but that pinkness… ugh.

My fingers are as long as they ever were, but instead of nails, they have these claws that fold out like switchblades. Theyre sharp enough to cut through a tin can and still slice a tomato afterwards. I have Ginsu fingers.

My tails have some elasticity built into them. I can stretch them out to about three times their normal length. None of my other body parts can do that. The fur on their tips is exactly like the hair on my head, down to the color. The feathers on my wings also match.

I have a pouch on my belly. Most of the time, its closed and seamlessly blends into the rest of my abdomen, but I can open it when I need to. Ive never really tried to see how much I can fit in it, but judging by the fact that it seems to seal and unseal magically, I wouldnt be surprised if I could stuff a pumpkin in there and not have it show.

My hooves. Well, like I said, I had special shoes made for them by the same guy who makes the horseshoes down by the unicorn stable. Theyre surprisingly comfortablesure theyre nailed into my hooves, but I cant feel it. Hooves are really just oversized toenails.

I hate my horns. They dont seem to have any real purpose. Theyre just there. My third eye, on the other hand, is actually pretty cool. When I close my other two, I can see a few seconds into the future. Of course, the downside to that is I have a third eye.

I think that covers pretty much all of my major mutations. If I remember more, Ill tell you.

June 7, 2005

Something happened today that really freaked me out.

I was chopping vegetables for a salad (the bunnys all up in arms about everyone getting more fiber), and I guess I wasnt looking at what I was doing. The next thing I noticed, I had chopped off three of my fingers. Without even feeling it.

Thats right. I felt absolutely no pain slicing off a part of my own body.

Thats not all. Not only wasnt there any pain, there was no blood. I could actually see a cross-section of my fingers, but nothing was coming out of the blood vessels. And Im still not up to the weirdest part.

I could still control the fingers. It was as if they were actually still part of my body, just not attached. And I was actually able to just reattach them by sticking them back onto the stumps. There werent even any scars.

Up until now, I knew I wasnt normal, but I thought at least I functioned something like I used to. But now… I dont even know anymore.

What AM I?

June 29, 2005

Grandma got me an appointment with this xenobiologist that she knew from the University. She says I dont need any more surprises like the finger incident.

Part of me is really scared about what shell find…

Please remove your clothing, Ms. Foster, so we can begin?

Frankie willed her clothes to vanish, and lied down on the examination table. Theyd smuggled her on board the Fosters bus when no one was looking and driven down to the university. Professor Dominguez, a serious-looking woman in her late fifties, had shown remarkable calm in the face of seeing a seven-foot-tall demon.

Right, she said, lets start by taking a blood sample. Using a syringe, she extracted some blood from her arm… or rather, tried to.

Thats odd… you dont seem to have any blood.

No blood? How could I have no blood? I feel a heart beating inside me, what else could it possibly be pumping?

I have a theory… but well have to move on to the next stage to test it. She led Frankie to the X-Ray machine. Once Frankie was set properly, she began.

Do they tell you anything? she asked.

Quite a great deal, actually. The reason you dont have any blood is because your circulation is energy-based.

…come again?

Your heart isnt pumping blood… its pumping energy, feeding a steady stream of ionized oxygen to every part of your body.

I see… Frankie slumped. Im actually even less human than I thought I was. And whats next?

Many tests followed… EKGs, MRIs, CATs, and an alphabet soup of other tests, some of which were still in the experimental stages.

Finally, the professor allowed Frankie to re-dress, while she went over the results.

Hmm… looks like we have a basic idea of how you tick, but, well, some parts of you just defy explanation, she said.

I really dont like the sound of that.

Oh, its nothing bad… in fact, you have some pretty fascinating systems. For instance, your cells seem to have a degree of independence… thats why your body parts can live if theyre separated. You could lose an arm, a leg, a tail, a wing… in fact, I believe you might even be able to survive a beheading if you get it reattached right away.

Frankies jaw hung open as Prof. Dominguez continued to expound on her freakishness. If parts arent reattached in a certain amount of time, they will dissolve into protoplasm. However, you should regenerate them, with the exception of your head, eventually.

How could she just talk about stuff like that casually?

Another oddity revolves around your marsupium. It seems to have some very strange dimensions. Theoretically, you could fit a full-grown human being inside it without any visible bulge.

Youre kidding.

I never kid.

Its true, Madame Foster chimed in. Shes never had a sense of humor as long as Ive known her. A stick in the mud, that one.

May I continue? Now, is there anything else you wanted to know about?

Frankies cheeks flushed with embarrassment (at least they would have if she still had any blood; the increased flow of energy did result in a slight glow in her eyes, though). Well… what about… you know…

Ah, yes. Well, youll be happy to know that you are, in fact, fully capable of breeding with humans.

Youre ki- oh, right, you never do. How is that even possible?

You have exactly the same number of chromosomes as a human, though some of the gene locations are changed. In all likelihood, your children would carry all of your non-human characteristics. Now… youre fertile every three months, as opposed to every month. The physical act should be the same, but birth would be much different, as you are an egg-layer.

Frankie boggled. Eggs?

The professor nodded. I realize this is a lot to deal with… would you like the number of a mental health professional to help you cope?

Oh, no, no no… Ill be fine. Whats the big deal about being a no-blooded egg-laying marsupial with a bottomless pouch?

Professor Dominguezs expression never changed. Sarcasm is hardly helpful, Ms. Foster.

Helps me plenty, mumbled the demon.

Now… I really must insist you get professional help. I know a number of very highly-educated, compassionate, and above-all discreet therapists that can help. I strongly suggest you give one a call, she said as she handed over a list.

Like Id ever call one. Im fine.

Couldnt be better.

July 3, 2005

Mopings getting old…but what else is there for me to do? Chores. Yeah, but with superspeed and magic, they get done too fast. So, it seems like mopings become my hobby.

July 7, 2005

Im getting scared… this morning, I looked in the mirror and the face staring back at me actually felt like mine. Am I losing myself? Maybe I am… this changed body of mine has been starting to feel right, lately. But I dont want it to be. The second this truly become me in my mind is the second that Ive forever given up on being human again, and I never want to do that.

July 10, 2005

Eduardo still runs every time I enter the room. I keep trying to remind myself he also reacts this way to butterflies, doilies, and Ray Romano. But yknow… when youre trying to get used to being different, the sight of a big, hairy, horned creature running in horror from you isnt one of the big self-esteem boosters.

July 16, 2005

Adopt-a-Thought Saturday. This little girl whod wandered away from the backyard and into the house saw me and wanted to adopt me. She said I was the prettiest imaginary friend shed ever seen. I had to explain to her that Im not up for adoption, I just work here. She was so broken-hearted…

July 19, 2005

Im starting to go stir-crazy. I cant believe Ive barely been out of the house in two months. Its driving me nuts.

Mac suggested that I should go out tonight and try out my wings. Maybe I should… I mean, Ive fluttered around a bit in the house, mostly to reach things on the high shelves, but Ive never really cut loose and just thrown myself into it, just to see how fast, high, and far I can go.

Of course, the reason I havent done it yet is that theres a chance I could get caught… but thats just my fears talking.

Thats it.

Im doing it.

Frankie stood on the rooftop the night breeze ruffling her fur slightly. From here, you could see most of the city of Crackenburg (Bloo had once pointed out the corner of Macs apartment building). The night was clear, cloudless, and the recent streak of hot, humid weather had ended, making the night absolutely perfect for flying.

Frankie begin to gently flap her wings, slowly lifting her off the ground. She willed herself forward, increasing her wings speed to carry her higher and faster, and let herself be carried out into the night.

It was bliss. Beneath her, she could see the lights of the city twinkling in welcome. The stars lay in a canopy above her, a natural reflection of the artificial starry night below. It was like being in the very center of infinity. And able to reach out and grab it.

Faster and faster now, her wings beat… her speed increasing with her altitude. The city below blurred, and eventually gave way to forests. And the forests eventually gave way to the ocean. And still she went faster and higher. The icy air, far from chilling her to the bone, served only to invigorate her. This, then, was what she was made for, what she was born to do.

Faster and faster now… time had lost all meaning blurring into an endless now. A loud bang temporarily deafened her. She had just broken the sound barrier. It was almost impossible to believe that shed been able to do it but shed heard the evidence.

And still she went faster.

The ocean now gave way to the coast of Portugal. The Spanish countryside whisked by. The City of Lights was but a blip. She zipped past the Rhineland, the Baltic, the Steppes… the Great Wall ran beneath her for a while… the Pacific swept by…

She circled the world three times that night, taking a different route each time. Observatories would, for years afterward, be baffled by the strange blue comet that was seen all over the world that night, following an impossible path. If only theyd known the truth…

She finally landed back on the roof at 4AM. Too exhilarated to be exhausted, she settled back down in her room

Wow.

If youve never flown before, I highly recommend it.

Ive had my ups and my downs over the last couple of months… but today, for the first time… I was actually HAPPY about my transformation.

I just hope it lasts.

July 23, 2005

Spent the day getting my butt whipped by Coco in Street Tetherball II Alpha. How the heck does someone with no hands get so good at video games?

Coco… shes an odd duck… airplane… plant… thing. Shes the only one in the house who hasnt shown any reaction whatsoever to my change. But then, shes always been kind of in her own world. For all I know, I always looked like this in her eyes.

July 27, 2005

Ive been practicing more with my sorcery lately. There doesnt seem to be much of a limit on what I can do… Ive rearranged furniture, transmuted water into soda, turned the entire house upside down, conjured a rain of ping-pong balls, made the carpets grow like grass, made the grandfather clock in the northeast hallway sing Green Days Basket Case, and teleported the entire house to Antarctica and back.

There does seem to be one limit, though… anything I do to a living being reverses itself in a couple of hours. I found this out when Cockamamie Amy asked me to remove a humongous zit from her forehead. I figured, why not, and zapped it away. Two hours later, it was back.

It kinda sucks that I have this limitation, but Im glad I found out before I tried something like trying to restore Wilts arm. I wouldnt have been able to deal with breaking his heart like that.

Bye for now, diary… I promised Mac Id conjure him a huge water slide.

August 3, 2005

Ive been fooling myself.

I was starting to think that maybe life wouldnt be so bad. I was starting to think, maybe, there was a chance I could be happy.

I was wrong.

It began this morning. I was cooking breakfast (yeah, I can just conjure food, but it never tastes as good), and the phone rang…

Hello, Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, how can I help you?

Frankie, is that you? I finally got back from Phoenix, and I was wondering… you wanna get together?

Kathy? Youre back? This is bad. This is really, really bad.

Duh, I just SAID I was. Think you can get the bunny to let you get out early tonight? Weve got a lot to catch up on.

You dont know the half of it, sister.

Um… its not gonna work tonight. In fact… its not looking good anytime soon.

Oh… well, if you wanna change your mind, you know my cell number.

She sounded so disappointed. And it HAD been over three months.

And… it was Kathy. Theyd been best friends since kindergarten. If there was anyone she could count on…

Look… I cant go out, but, we really should talk. Come over tonight after dinner, okay?

Sure… is that big cuddly purple one still there? Hugging hims like therapy.

Eduardo? Yeah… Eduardos still here. Youre, like, the only one who doesnt scare him.

Cool. Ill be there around seven.

Good. Be warned… Ive been through some changes.

What, you got some new piercings and tats?

Something like that.

Frankie took a deep breath. Well, here goes everything…

She opened the door.

Kathy looked mostly the same as she had the last time. Shed added a new tattoo on her left forearm proclaiming her love for Coldplay (Kathy often joked that she was the only living African-American metalhead on the East Coast), but otherwise, she remained the same. Which, of course, was more than she could say for herself, judging by Kathys complete lack of recognition.

Oh, you must be one of the new friends, she said. Im looking for Frankie.

Kathy… its me.

Confusion gave way to comprehension as Kathys jaw dropped. She started to say something, stopped, started to say something else, stopped… the two stood there, wordless, the tension between them so thick you could fill a milkshake glass with it.

Frankie… she managed to stammer out…

Frankie nodded. It happened about ten weeks back.

Y-youre… youre a…

Kathy, please… I know I look different, but Im still the same person under all the fur.

I… I… I have to go! she said, sprinting away, leaving Frankie standing in the doorway, gaping.

It was at that point that I realized that I will never, ever be happy again.

This is my last diary entry. Theres no point updating it anymore… diaries are for people with lives.

September 1, 2005

Itd been a month since Mac had been to the house… his momd sent him to summer camp. Of course, that had led to Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco attempting to smuggle Bloo into camp so that he wouldnt be adopted. It turned into a pretty hilarious escapade. But, that was a story for another day. Today, Mac was at Fosters for one main purpose… to check on Frankie.

Hed pretty much expected Mr. Herriman to answer the door… Frankie hadnt done it in a while. Greetings, Master Mac, he said. I trust summer camp was most enjoyable?

More or less, yeah.

I trust the shenanigans we endured this year will not be repeated next summer?

No, sir. Um, I came to see Frankie… is she around?

Miss Francis… he sighed, …has not been herself lately. Perhaps you will prove more effective in stirring her from her present state.

Present state?

You should see for yourself. Be warned… it may be a most unpleasant sight.

Mac hurried up the stairs to Frankies room. His knocks werent answered, so he slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

The stench hit him at once. It smelled like a skunk had died, decomposed, and gone to the bathroom afterwards. Holding his breath, he went in.

Frankie was little more than a lump of matted fur and feathers. Her three eyes were bloodshot from extended crying, her hair limp and dull.

Frankie? he whispered.

M-mac? Her voice was strained, hoarse; it sounded like she hadnt spoken in weeks.

Frankie, you look awful… whats wrong?

Waste of time… all of it… go away…

Please, Frankie, talk to me… Mac pleaded, but Frankie had pulled the covers over her head, sealing herself away from the world. No amount of prodding would snap her out of it. Giving up, he left.

On his way out, Mac passed Creaky Pete. The creature, who seemed to consist of nothing more than a beard, a hat, and a rocking chair, was one of the oldest imaginary friends at the house and seemed to always know everything that was going on.

Wonderin what happened to Frankie, are ya? the Friend asked, in his brittle voice.

Do you know? Mac asked.

Well… he began, It happened… bout a month back…

Yes?

…seems Frankies friend… Kathy… came on by…

And?

Seems… she done… come by…

AND?

An… she came on by… an Frankie met her…

AND!

An Frankie… she done scared her… an she ran away… an that… is why Frankie… is so down.

Uh… thanks!

It was clear… if Kathy was the cause, then Kathy would have to be the solution.

You didnt have to come along if you didnt want to, Bloo, Mac replied.

Well, its partly my fault she was changed in the first place, so I feel kinda… whats the word where you feel responsible for something?

Bloo, it was ALL your fault!

Look, we can argue all day long about who mutated who, but we both know that wont solve anything.

Right, right… anyway, here we are. 695 Elm, apartment 5E. He rang the doorbell and waited. After a minute, a woman about Frankies age opened the door.

Can I help you? she asked.

No… but theres someone else you can help.

Look, I dunno what anyone told you, but I dont really have a lot of disposable income, so whatever charity youre here for…

Leave this to me, Mac. Ill use the ol Kazoo charm. Bloo sauntered well, as much as a creature with no legs can saunter forward and put on his biggest grin. Melinda…

My names Kathy, you- wait, youre one of those guys that live over at…

Yeah, yeah… youre the one who broke Frankie, right? Well, thanks a lot! Now she wont get out of bed for anything, and all of us have to pick up the slack! I mean, have you ever tasted Cocos cooking? She aint no Emeril LaGassy, lemme tell you…

Broke… wait, what are you talking about?

Please, Mac interrupted, hear us out, okay? Look, ever since you came over, Frankies been really depressed… she just lies around in bed, crying all day.

And reeking,added Bloo, dont forget the reeking.

Look… I… that was a month ago, okay? I mean, if you were in that situation, youd run too, right?

Wrong. I WAS, and I DIDNT. Bottom line is, shes your friend, and you let her down.

The woman sighed sadly. Kid… after what I did, I doubt shed even see me anymore. Itd be a waste of my time, and Im really sorry, but this was a waste of your time. She closed the door.

Well, THIS was pointless, Bloo groused. Might as well go home. If we hurry, we can have some of Cocos socks parmigiana while its still inedible.

Yeah, agreed Mac, I really thought wed be able to get through to her, but I guess not.

Her friend was drowning, and shed thrown her an anvil.

Now sprawled on the couch, idly flipping channels, she came to the conclusion that she was, as a human being, completely worthless.

My Best Friends a Monster now concludes on Spacetime: Sci-Fi for women.

Kathy perked up.

Frannie, Im really sorry I abandoned you just because you became a hideous mutant. Can you ever forgive me?

Its okay, Katie. The important thing is that youre here now. Best friends forever, right?

She switched of the TV. Kathy wasnt particularly religious, by any means, but she knew an omen when she heard one. Maybe shed blown nearly two decades of friendship to hell, maybe there was no way she could ever mend what had been broken… but if there was an opportunity to set things right between them, it was her duty as a friend to take advantage of it.

The second thing was the mess. Dust and cobwebs covered everything, even the bed.

The third was the bed itself… or, rather, the motionless blanket-covered lump atop it.

Frankie? she whispered. The lump didnt even move. Kathys mind raced as her imagination assaulted her with all the worst possibilities. Shed starved to death, perhaps. Maybe shed taken a fatal valium-and-vodka cocktail. Maybe shed slit her wrists, or asphyxiated, or even simply willed herself to death somehow, as if that was possible…

..no. she couldnt let herself think that. Carefully, she edged over to the bed, and pulled the cover away. A strangled gasp exited her throat. Shed prepared herself for the worst… but now, confronted with the results of her transgression, all her preparations fell by the wayside. A month ago, shed been startled and fear-stricken by the results of her friends transformation… but in the interim between then and now, shed come to realize that Frankie had been vibrant, colorful… beautiful. The contrast between what she was then, and now, was stark and terrifying.

The pink hair was limp, and matted; the blue, black, and white fur, whatever of it was visible between Frankies rank, filthy, clothing, was mangy and dull; the wings had shed most of their rosy feathers. Her eyes were red-rimmed and bleary.

Frankie? she whispered again, prodding her. She could feel her ribs sticking out. When was the last time the girl had eaten?

Her pointed ears twitched, registering Kathys voice.

Frankie… if youre there… its me, Kathy. I just came by to say Im really, really sorry. I shouldnt have run like that. I just… I just hope you can someday forgive me. But even if you cant… at least dont let yourself waste away like this. There are still people who care about you.

She turned to leave, but felt something grab her wrist.

Dont go, croaked Frankie.

Well, Im back, miss me?

I never thought Id return. But then, I never thought Kathy would ever come back. But, well, there she was. She truly did care.

For like, a solid fifteen minutes, all I did was cry on her shoulder. She probably couldve grown rice on her denim vest, afterwards. But, it was pretty therapeutic, really… it was as if the misery that had been infecting my body (literally; I found out later that extended periods of depression cause my body to start to decay… Kathy, quite literally, saved my life today, because I would have eventually died) was flowing out.

After I was finally done, we caught up. I told her the whole story… the party, the necklace, the transformation, all the discoveries about my biology and my powers… you know, after the original shock last month, she took it pretty much in stride.

The more we talked, the more my mood improved… and I began to notice that my feathers were regrowing, the missing patches of fur filling back in… I dont think I even registered that I was losing them during my illness. You never really notice that.

Okay, so the stench of death was fading, but still, I hadnt bathed in a month. Or eaten, or drunk, or anything. I barely had the energy to stand on my own two hooves. So, Kathy helps me to the bathroom, and then she actually starts to bathe me. You read that right. She took a sponge and soap and went to work. And didnt feel weird or anything… it was just her being a friend. And then, she makes me chicken soup (okay, it was actually won-ton soup and she actually ordered it from Pings down the block) and spoon-fed it to me.

You dont have to do this for me, I said.

Yeah… I kinda do, was her reply. I dont know if itll make up for what I did, but at least Im trying.

You have, Kathy. I meant it. Shed more than made up for the pain she caused me.

After that, it was like the old slumber parties we used to have when we were kids. We split several more orders of Chinese food, gossiped, watched some DVDs, played video games, giggled more than any two people ever should. We even had a pillow fight.

It was great. After a month of being dead to the world, I felt like a human being again, like life had purpose, like my form didnt matter.

When morning finally came, she gave me a big hug before leaving. We have to do this again sometime, I said.

Forget that, she answered me, we have to go out and party again!

Um, well, in case you noticed… Im not exactly set up for natural human interaction.

Maybe so… but Halloween is coming up. And youve already got your costume, right?

Yeah… yeah, youre right. I CAN go out on Halloween!

So, well do it then? You, me, the clubs, party till we drop?

Damn right, girlfriend!

So… two months. Halloween.

I cant wait.

Next: Halloween is here… will Frankie be getting a treat, or will fate trick her?