Foster’s Porn Story: Dreams Of The Blind Chapter 2
Bad Thing
Where is he?
Where is he?
WHERE IS HE?
Rampant chaos screamed from the wooden halls of Fosters home for imaginary friends. Countless children concocted creature squealed at the aggravating howls and shouts from down below, all coming from one, single, blue being.
I dont KNOW, for the ten billionth time, I dont know where Mac is so you will just put a cork in it Bloo? Frankie shouted.
The daunting hours of endless hollow days were starting to weigh heavily on the small blue blobs energetic personality. Its been 3 days since anyone at Fosters had seen Mac, and all of them were starting to get very worried. The red haired woman known affectionately as Frankie sighed, slumping her face into her green sweaters sleeves upon her desk.
Frankie frowned I dont get it, Macs been late before but hes never missed a whole day. Unless hes on some sort of vacation or something.
Bloo gasped WHAT? Without me, that rat! That slimy, no good, vacation riding, fun stealing, razza frazzin RAHHHH.
Frankie growled Bloo, youve stopped using real words.
Bloo nodded There not real.yet. But mark my words, my day will come.
The blue blob waddled off and Frankie groaned before slamming her forehead into her desk again, the girl looked up and screamed out with an anguished and aggravated scream.
Where are you Mac?
The dwindling darkness of the boys room suffocated his very heart at every corner and wall. Not a glimmer of light, not a splash of love, not a sign of a smile, just an endless abyss of sorrow and despair being vividly reflected in the shattered eyes of a young boy, locked forever in a frozen state of despair.
Terrence, would you please go tell your brother that Im going out for a little while, Ive got to pick something up and Ill be right back a woman said.
The woman was Macs mother, and the angry, bitter, cold hearted, pimple faced ogre of a human being was Macs older brother, Terrence. The dark haired grunt chuckled to himself as he was eagerly looking forward to crushing his knuckles into his younger brothers skull for a few hours.
He hasnt done it since yesterday.
Terrence shouted Sure thing mom (to himself) time for the thumping of a life time twerpo.
Terrence opened the door to Macs room and smirked proudly as he cracked his knuckles with a deafening snap. But once the boy had actually entered the room, he saw nothing but a darkness deeper and blacker then his own heart. Mac was seen huddling under his covers, his pillow and hands soaked by puddles of constantly flowing tears.
I uhI uh Terrence stuttered.
Mac had a small object right beside his bed, it was laying on the floor and its dark, towering shadow soared high upon the boys dark ceiling.
It was a cross.
The cross had been broken into 2 pieces; Mac was staring at it without even moving a muscle. The boys tear drenched eyes stared up at Terrence for the briefest of moments, the quickest of seconds, and the boy screamed his shattered heart out in one, inhuman cry of eternal suffering and damnation.
HE HATES ME Mac screamed.
Terrence gasped and slammed the door shut, his pimply face turning ghostly pale white as his heart rapidly thumped within his chest.
Terrence took a deep breath and whispered Uh Ill come back later.
Mac slumped out of his bed and stared at the broken cross, the shattered symbol of peace and love. No sign of God could look more hideous to him, no joke could rape Macs soul any deeper, no horror in existence can match the uncertainty and madness that now corrupted this young childs soul.
Mac collapsed to his knees and cried GodGodI know youre not listening to me anymore butI dont know who else to talk to.
I did a bad thing GodI did a bad thing
Im scared, and Im afraid. I dont want to feel this way but I do. I know its wrong, I know its evil, I know everything about this says Im a monster
But I dont want to be a monsterI dont want to be evil
I dont know whats wrong with me but
I feel itI feel love
I love Frankie Foster
And thats whyand thats whythats why I want to go away
Thats why I want to die
The boy collapsed in tears and simply shoved his face into his hands, as if preying for the world to just end right now so this inhuman agony hes feeling would go away, along with the rest of the Hell hes enduring. Unknown to Mac, a pair of spying eyes and ears were listening in on his conversation. A pair of eyes and ears that belonged to a certain blue blob.
Bloo gasped Oh Mac