Foster’s Porn Story: Dreams Of The Blind Chapter 3

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Note: Okay I can tell you right now; this is not going to be a long
story. Obviously this is a very serious and delicate issue and Im
trying to handle it in this story, in that same fashion. Im also
trying to keep this as realistic as humanly possible.

I know a
lot of you people may find this creepy and a bit disturbing, but it
is a real possibility, one that I am making more and more with this
story as I go on with it. I dont support this kind of love in
anyway way, shape or form, but I do think its the king of thing
people need to see, just to experience what can become of it.

So please
enjoy it for what it is and dont remind me about the moral values
of this relationship, I know its wrong so try and enjoy the fic
for what it is. Btw Im going on vacation to California tomorrow
and wont be back until June 18th, so dont expect any
chapter updates until after that date. Enjoy!

Oh
Mac

Oh
Mac

Death
itself could strike the very soul of this fictional creature, and end
his existence without even the slightest of hints, and its reward
would be hollowed silence. The cold, bitter jaws of sorrow sank deep
into the flesh of joy and love. No smile could heal, no word could
mend, and no love could bloom.

Poor
Mac

Poor
Mac

In less
then 5 minutes ago, everything that seemed so important to Bloo had
now seemed meaningless and utterly pointless. The fun of life itself
had simply been ripped out like a rotting tooth, not an ounce of
cheer could be carved into that tombstone frame. Seeing Mac like that
sunk Bloo into an eternity of hell, a hell some people actually dream
of, but never reach.

Hey
Bloos back, all right, hows Mac doing little buddy?

That
cheery voice, that positive attitude, it could only be Wilt. Bloo had
made it back to Fosters home all right. Normally such arrogant
positive words would make Bloo laugh at their complete and utter
absurdity. This time, Bloo wasnt laughing, no, Bloo was wondering.

Bloo was
wondering how someone could be positive when their heart had been
yanked out of its home and raped so hard by reality, that it
shattered into a thousand pieces, each one too small, too rough, too
broken to ever be put again

The red
basketball creature blinked at Bloos cold dead silence, something
he didnt even think Bloo was even capable of. The hulking hairy,
purple monster known as Eduardo approached Bloo, he waved hi but his
greeting was returned by the chill of pain that swelled up in Bloos
crying eyes.

Eduardo
sniffled Azul, why you cry? You going to make Eduardo cry too.

Wilt
blinked Yeah, come on Bloo, dont be so sad. Why dont you
tell us whats the matter?.

Bloo
sighed I will but firstwheres Frankie? Theres
something she needs to know.

10 minutes
later

Frankie
groaned All right, all right cotton tail, Ill get to it in a
few minutes, sheesh. Okay, sorry about that you guys. You wouldnt
believe how much laundry is.

The red
haired girl slowly stopped as she realized that everyone was staring
at her like Madame Foster just kicked the bucket. No poets words
could begin to describe the haunting stains of sorrow that painted
the 3 creatures faces like blank canvases. Such innocent
creatures, now forever tainted with a breed of heartless darkness
that only humans seemingly could understand. Bloo, Wilt, and Eduardo
all looked up to Frankie with tears in their eyes.

Frankie
started to worry Hey guys, please stop, youre scaring me.
Whats the matter with you? Bloo, did you talk to Mac? Is he all
right?.

As the
diminutive blue blob prepared to tell Frankie what he had already
told Eduardo and Wilt, the creaking sound of an old pair of feet
started to wobble down the stairs. White hair and an olive green
colored sweatshirt adorned the ancient bones of the elderly being
that so carefully and graciously stepped down the stairs. Madame
Foster grunted as she made it down each step, her eyes bulged behind
her glasses when she saw Bloo looking so sad.

In all her
years, all her experience, in all her countless imaginary friends
that have come and went, none of them have ever worn a face so dark
and empty as Bloo was wearing. No, thats not an imaginary friends
face, thats a humans face. A face that has always been worn
mere seconds or moments before an even would occur, an event that
would destroy lives and shatter hearts. This hollow face is a mask
many have worn, worn before they

Shot
themselves

Hanged
themselves

Drowned
themselves

Killed
themselves

I knew
it, its finally happened Madame Foster whispered.

The
abysmal stares, the hollowed silence, how cold such a feeling must
be, how awful and inhuman that darkness must feel. Bloo took a deep
breath and was about to explain everything he saw and heard in Macs
room. But just before Bloo could speak, a thundering force slammed
open the front doors. Frankie and the others gasped and turned to see
who it was.

It was
Mac.

The boy
was shaking scared, his clothes were racked with rain and mud, a
storm had just unleashed its Earth rumbling contents over the now
blackened the sky. There was a bloody scar on the side of Macs
left cheek, it almost looked like the shape of a cross, carved in by
some kind of small, sharp object. The eyes on Macs young face
looked blacker and darker then the deepest circle of Hell, a
heartless shell of pain hid behind those 2 eyes.

Frankie
gasped Oh my god Mac, what happened to you?.

Mac
whimpered Im sorryIm sorryI love you
Frankieand Im never ever coming back.

The boy
burst into tears and ran out the door into the ice cold rain, his
voice shrieking out the pain in the night, like a banshee lost in a
sea of thorns. A small Swiss army knife dropped from Macs pocket
and clanked as it fell to the ground. There was dried blood on the
tip of the knife, Frankie started to cry. Bloo bent down and picked
up the knife, staring endlessly at the door.

Wilt
sobbed Never?.

Eduardo
added Ever?.

Bloo
finished Coming back?.

Frankie
sobbed Oh my god, what the hell have I done to that sweet little
boy?.

The red
haired girl let her soul set ablaze as the blades and tears of
anguish shredded through her gentle spirit like cardboard. Frankie
ran to her room and cried, cried until her eyes felt as empty and
cold as her heart did.

Bloo
weakly whimpered to the door, as if asking it a question as the tears
of his sadness faded away, along with his beloved best friend

Goodbye?

Goodbye,
cruel world
I’m leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye

Goodbye, all you people
There’s nothing you can
say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye

To be
continued