Foster’s Porn Story: The Life Times of a Imaginary Friend Chapter 1

Me: Camille! Camille? Ah, there you are! (Hugs Camille.)

Camille: (Smiles) Hello, Corvus.

Me: Aaaw… Aren’t you surprised to see me?

Camille: No. I knew you’d be coming. Poupoko made sure that you would.

Me: Huh? But… why…?

Camille: First things first. Here. (Hands Me a small stack of paper.)

Me: What’s this?

Camille: A story I wrote for your anniversary.

Me: … Anniversary?

Camille: You’ve been on for three years now, remember?

Me: Wow… Uh, is it okay if I post this?

Camille: Of course, you may want to read it also.

Me: Sure.

DISCLAIMER: WE DON’T OWN FOSTER’S.

The Life & Times of a Imaginary Friend

By Camille Genmu

What makes an imaginary friend imaginary? Better yet, what makes an imaginary friend? Is it the child who gave life to the friend, or something that the child did not know that they possessed? Why in the last century did imaginary friends become real, living, breathing creatures? Scientists worldwide have tried to find the answers to these puzzling questions and, for the most part, they remained unsolvable. Society accepted the friends that their children created the same way they accepted each other and expected as much from the friends. A friend was as human as its creator and could still be punished for crimes that they committed. Luckily, few, if any, friends have committed a crime let alone one serious enough for them to end up in prison.

However, despite the acceptance of imaginary friends, there was one question that was on every adults mind.

Could an imaginary friend die?

He did not remember exactly where he had been, nor did he really care. He liked the there that he was and still is in. He had been one of the first imaginary friends to be created by a child, though he and his creator were unaware of that fact. His creator was a young girl when she created him, her first and favorite of her imaginary friends. He could not speak in actual words but in nonsensical noises, but she and her other friends, imaginary and real, could understand him easily. Even her parents, who were quite shocked at his initial appearance in their backyard, understood him easily. It was a fun day that day, his birthday in imaginary terms.

It had started with his creator having a tea party in the large backyard of her parents estate with only her toys for company. Like any child, she was quite happy both with her parents and the few toys that she requested to have. Again though, like any child, she wished for someone to play with that could speak and interact with her.

In otherwords, a friend.

There were few kids in her neighborhood and even less around her age group, so it was not hard to imagine that such a sweet child could be alone even in the neighborhood that would soon have hundreds of children in the oncoming years. She had been imagining a creature she had seen in one of her picture books when it had happened. When he suddenly appeared by her side. The both of them were quite shocked at his sudden appearance, none more so than him, and could only stare at each other in wonder for they were the first of anything the other had ever seen.

He was the first imaginary friend she had created and though his form was based off a mythical beast that many called monster, he was anything but that. Not with his maroon sweater-vest and brilliant emerald scales. His wings were quite small and seemed incapable of lifting him into the air, especially considering that he was near fifteen feet tall. He had a large tail and his legs were more like a goats even though his arms were more like a dinosaurs. His horse-like head rested on a long neck with a pair of horns jutting out just behind his webbed ears. His eyes were like faint rubies and sparkled with their own light.

She was his creator, but more than that, she was his friend. His first human friend and the first he had ever seen before. She was young, barely six, and yet her pale gold hair was quite long and fell past her shoulders in a twinkling stream and was held back from her face by a small black band. Her large eyes were a matching pair of sapphires that befit the dress that she frequently wore and was wearing now. She tilted her head back enough to see his eyes and fell right of her chair with a small cry of surprise.

Are you alright? he burbled down at her, concern marking his ruby eyes. She merely continued to stare up at him.

Who are you? she asked, her voice small even for one as young as her. He looked confused and tilted his head slightly, his eyes closing as he organized his thoughts. He did not know how he knew as much as he did, but he knew for a fact that his name was

Jabberwocky. Reaching down with a clawed hand, Jabberwocky helped his friend to her feet gently. Whats your name? Althoughh he knew already, he wanted to hear it anyway.

Im Alice. Jabberwocky smiled and held out his hand again.

Hello, Alice. Im your imaginary friend.

They were always together after that, even though Alice had created a few more imaginary since then, he and they were always by her side.

Until her parents decided to move.

They all stood before the newly created foster home for imaginary friends that was run by one of, if not the first, to create an imaginary friend; Madame Foster. Reginald and March were crying their eyes out and poor little Bibbet Harte only kept his eyes on his oversized pocket watch. Cheshire had long since disappeared from view and Mock was weeping alongside Griff. They all bade their final farewells to Alice and entered Fosters home sadly, the Madame, her husband, and Madames own friend offering their shoulders for the friends to cry on. Only Jabberwocky remained outside to stand beside Alice, now fourteen.

Im sorry Im so sorry Tears were falling down her face and Jabberwocky could only burble a soft sob of his own before bending down and taking a tear gently atop his claw. He stared at it sadly for a moment before snuffling to himself. Looking down, he smiled sadly at Alice.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Huh? Jabberwocky smiled a watery smile, I expect you to write me the answer, Alyss. Alyss, his secret name for her that he shared with her only when they were alone.

Alice stared up at her first imaginary friend in silence before a small smile appeared on her face. Ill write you every chance I get, I promise Ill find the answer.

Jabberwocky grinned and nodded once before looking over towards where Alices parents patiently stood waiting for their daughter before looking back down at her. May we? One last time?

No. Not the last time, Alice closed her eyes and hummed a steady beat as Jabberwocky raised his head up and started to sing.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe

As the years came and went, more friends were welcomed into Fosters and some were bid a fond goodbye as they were adopted by another child, including several of Alices own. All but Jabberwocky. He had a deeper connection to Alice than the others did, though this did not mean that the other friends did not care for her just as much. She was their creator, their first and, as far as many of them were concerned, the best friend any of them could ask for. However, they, including Jabberwocky, desired friendship with real people, though the friendships between imaginary friends often kept this desire at bay, it was not strong enough to stave it off indefinitely.

But he would do so.

For Alyss.

He bid farewell to his fellow friends and received the odd letter or two from time which normally arrived on parr with Alices own. Whenever such a letter would arrive, Jabberwocky would spend the entire day reading and rereading the current letter as well as all the previous ones he had received, thinking back to days of yester year when he and all the others were still together and, more or less, a family. Still though, he was happy where he was and had a few friends real and imaginary alike. Jabberwocky enjoyed drinking tea with Mr. Herriman even if the rabbit didnt provide nearly as much topics of discusion as Bibbit or March. He enjoyed all his talks with Madame Foster, who was actually quite like Alice but to a more extreme state even for Jabberwocky, but he liked her nonetheless. He especially like her for her helping him avoid Mr. Herriman whenever the large rabbit was giving a tour to a family that was looking to adopt a imaginary friend much to Mr. Herrimans chargrin. However, it wasnt until Jabberwocky had been at Fosters for near fourteen years that something would occur that would have him near bouncing on the walls for joy much like Herriman had nearly done upon the news that Madame Foster was getting married but had asked him to give her away at the ceremony.

Madame Foster! Madame Foster! Jabberwocky all but slammed the door down as he entered Mr. Herrimans office.

Master Jabberwocky! What is the meaning of

Sorry, Mr. H! I really need to see Madame Foster! Please! Before Mr. Herrimen could reproach Jabberwocky for breaking rules 294 through 321, the madame herself entered from her own office and looked up at Jabberwocky who was, by now, hopping up and down like a child high on sugar.

What is it, Jabberwocky? Is Timmy stuck in the well? An on-running joke between the two involved Madame Foster making many puns that referred to the newly made show Laddie.

Its Alice! Shes getting married and has invited me as the ring-bearer! Can I go? Can I go? Can I go? PLEASE?

Provided she picks you up, I dont see why not. Madame Foster hadnt a chance to say anything else, not with Jabberwocky giving her the biggest hug she would ever receive in her life.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I gotta call her! Wait, I dont know her number! Oh yeah, she wrote it down here! I gotta pack my bags! Wait, I dont have any bags! Like his dear friend, Bibbet, Jabberwocky ran out the door leaving only his excited burblings echoing behind him.

Did you have to do that, Madame? Now there wont be any peace until he leaves Madame Foster merely smiled a knowing smile and nodded.

I guess then that you dont want to be godfather then?

WHAT?

A few days later, Jabberwocky was enjoying the after-effects of the wedding and reception in which his fellow imaginary friends who had also been invited to the wedding though they did not play as much a role as he had. Every one of them had cried during the proceedings, Bibbet and Reginald more than the others, and had all shared a dance with Alice at some point or another.

They had also given fair warning to her husband as well.

However, in the next several months, Alices letters came in fewer and fewer amounts until Jabberwocky had begun to fear that something had befallen Alice or she had begun to forget He berated himself constantly for thinking such a thing but he had seen far too many friends hearts break when it finally sunk in that their creator would not be coming back for them. Jabberwocky began to slowly get more and more depressed despite the fact that Madame Fosters child had already begun to walk and talk. Even Mr. Herriman was overly ecstatic though that didnt stop him from being overly protective of the beloved womans child.

Despite all the hustle and overall good mood of the House, Jabberwocky was still in a sad state to the point that even his eyes had lost their sparkle. It had been several weeks since he had last received a letter from Alice and he had already started to accept the fact that he was a forgotten friend. They say theres nothing worse than death, Jabberwocky thought to himself many times now. But there is To be forgotten thats far worse than death

DING-DONG.

Jabberwocky glanced up from where he was slouching on the main staircase, where he had been moping for the past few hours. Slowly, he began too walk towards the door, silently wondering if it was a real family that was here to adopt a friend and maybe, just maybe, adopt him just so that he could distract himself from the pain. Little did he realize how much of a surprise he was about to receive.

Welcome to Madame Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends. How can I help you?

Hello there, Jabberwocky.

Dodge? Indeed it was none other than Dodge Anders, husband of Alice Anders. Blinking twice in confusion, Jabberwocky slowly looked to Dodges right and saw none other than his creator. Alice? What A sudden awareness caught Jabberwockys now sparkling eyes as he stared in open-mouthed shock at what rested gently in Alices arms.

A baby girl.

Alyss is that?

Mmhmm. Jabberwocky, Id like you to meet my daughter, Elisa. The small baby blinked as she heard her name and yawned cutely before looking up at the still stunned Jabberwocky. Blinking in obvious confusion, Elisa reached up towards Jabberwocky who gently bent his head down towards her level and blinked at her. Giggling, Elisa leaned forwards enough to grip Jabberwockys equine nose in a somewhat rough manner, not that he minded any; he was still in a small state of shock at seeing the child let alone Alice.

Were here to adopt a friend for her. Any recommendations? asked Dodge, his jokers grin playing across his tanned face. Jabberwocky shot his head upwards and stared down at the man before looking towards Alice who grinned and nodded her head while her daughter made upset noises at Jabberwocky from leaving her grip so easily.

Really?

Really, really Jabberwocky. Alice replied. Jabberwocky tried to blink back his tears but he could not hold them back.

I I would be honored

For the longest time, it had felt that heaven had come to Earth for the large imaginary friend. He spent most of his time with Elisa and the few times he didnt, he remenisced with Alice. As Elisa grew up, it became apparent that she was a near equal mix of her parents with her mothers love of nonsense and her fathers sense of mischief that caused many adventures to be had between herself and her friend, Jabberwocky. As she grew older, she never tired of the draconic friend nor could she really imagine being without him. He had been a part of her life since she was a baby and had been the ideal big brother many times.

Back in first grade, when she had been picked on by a bully, Jabberwocky had come with her the next day and stood beside her like a monolithic bodyguard, attracting the attentions of several kids that had imaginary friends of their own and the friends themselves. He spent all her elementary years beside her and when she went to her middle school, he came only sparcingly if only to annoy her science teachers who did not believe in imaginary friends. He had been the shoulder for her to cry on whenever she had trouble with boys during high school and had been an excellent helper with her homework, especially those concerning English literature. He had cried quite openly at her graduation ceremony and had been one of the loudest to cheer for the graduating class. However, when the time came for her to select go to college

Youre leaving? exclaimed Elisa. Jabberwocky smiled sadly and nodded.

Yes. Im going to back to Fosters.

But why, Jabberwocky? Alice leaned against her husband as they watched their child argue not with her imaginary friend, but a member of their family. She had already talked with Jabberwocky about his decision to leave and she had accepted, albeit with great sadness equal to when they had parted once before. Dodge had also tried to argue with Jabberwocky but had come out fruitless and he too ended up feeling the same despair as his wife for he had grown to like the draconic friend like the brother he never asked for but was very glad to have.

Youre grown-up now, Elisa. I cant be your imaginary friend anymore. You need a chance to go out into the world without me.

Then stay here! Mom and Dad will be glad to have you!

I cant burden your parents either, Elisa. Ill still write to you

Its not the same thing, Jabberwocky! Elisas self-restraint broke down as she uttered a sob before turning and running to her room. Jabberwocky burbled sadly and sank down to his knees, his ears and wings drooping. Alice walked up to her first imaginary friend and patted his shoulder gently.

Shell be okay. Just give her time.

Ill miss her

I know. Shell miss you too.

Tell her Im sorry?

I will.

And the riddle? Have you solved it yet?

No. Not yet.

I can wait.

Time was something that all imaginary friends possessed for it still could not be proven whether or not a friend could die. They could withstand the worst of punishments, much like a cartoon character, but they could also get sick. Some had the power of deity and others barely enough to walk, but the one thing that all friend seemingly possessed to them was time.

A lot had changed at Fosters when Jabberwocky returned. Many more friends had been born and just as many had been abandonned as well. Jabberwocky got along well with most of them, at least those that could be associated with. He especially liked the Frabjous Five as he secretly called them. With Wilt, there was a sense of kinship taken from the fact that the both of them were among the tallest of imaginary friends that couldnt be classified as a imaginary monster, although Wilt himself was a few feet smaller than Jabberwocky neither of them minded the difference. Wilt had, apparently, been at Fosters once before Jabberwocky and Alices other friends had arrived and was amongst the oldest ones there though Mr. Herriman was far older than either of them, a fact they both enjoyed greatly. Often times, Jabberwocky would assist Wilt with a task given to him, especially the unfair tasks that had been asked of him due to his nice nature.

Then there was Eduardo, a imaginary friend that looked more like a monster than a friend. However, unlike most imaginary monsters, Eduardo lacked any sense of ferocity and courage both, making him in need of a friend more than anyone else though many called him a protector type friend due to his gentleness and rare occurences of courage. Admittedly, when the two first officially met, Jabberwocky had been suffering from a mild cold and had sneezed a large plume of fire that caused the purple furred friend to faint dead-away. However, once Jabberwocky had gotten over his cold, and Eduardo had been properly revived and notified of Jabberwockys own nice nature, the two had become good friends, especially when it came to both their knowledge of their vast Beanie Baggie collection.

Of course, like every group, there was bound to be one nut and that nut was Coco, a imaginary friend that was crazy as Reginald himself, if only because of her lack of common sense. She had been one of the few friends that had been studied by scientists, a fact that Jabberwocky had only become aware of due to his be able to speak to her better than anyone else. After all, if one had to deal with Reginald and March with their unbirthdays on a daily basis, one could communicate with any mad person easily. He was quite surprised at her ability to lay plastic eggs that contained anything from a trading card to large amounts of monopoly cash. He was one of the few friends that was nice whenver he asked her if she could provide him with something that he needed, something that the eccentric friend was thankful for.

Next was Blooregard Q. Kazoo otherwise known as Bloo. He was by far the biggest pain in the neck for Mr. Herriman and was one of the Houses best pranksters and finder of loopholes. He was also a friend who could not be adopted and was quite good at bowling. Jabberwocky and Bloo rarely interacted with one another but the few times that they did, it was, more or less, to teach Bloo something that he was otherwise unaware of. In fact, it was Jabberwocky who had taught Bloo had to use a paddle-stick properly so that he could own the zone with his human friend and creator, Mac.

Speaking of the boy, Mac was, as far as Jabberwocky knew, the only friend that visited Fosters to play with his friend Bloo and the other three. He often acted as the concience for his imaginary friend and was the settler of many disputes amongst the friends, especially those caused by Bloo. Like the blue-blob, Jabberwocky and Mac rarely interacted with one another except for times when Jabberwocky would help Mac with his homework if only to get Bloo to stop using his tail as a jumprope.

Finally, there was Frances Foster, otherwise known as Frankie, the granddaughter of Madame Foster herself. The twenty-year old was the only real person aside from the Madame that lived in the Home and was actually the Houses main caretaker as it were. She was the one in charge of all the things that Mr. Herriman was either not good at or didnt want to do. Of course, there were a lot of thing that Mr. Herriman didnt like to do and even more that he couldnt do. Because of this, Frankie was often found arguing with the large rabbit, arguments that often had Jabberwocky arriving and stopping. More often than Mr. Herriman liked, Jabberwocky helped Frankie with the chores that she was given and supported her whenever she argued with Mr. Herriman more because she was often right but also it was fun to see the various colors that Mr. Herrimans face would go through.

Although the next few decades included many varieties of mishaps and misadventures, most due to Frabjous Five, but they were good years nonetheless. Jabberwocky received more letters from Alice as well as from Alices other friends who had good real friends of their own once again so they had no need to return to Fosters. As years went by, Jabberwocky was delighted to find out that Elisa had gotten married and had already given birth to her first child, and was already pregnant with her second. Still, Elisa had never written nor spoken to him since their last meeting, a fact that saddened Jabberwocky a great deal. He often wondered if Elisa even thought about him anymore.

Even with such sad thoughts reoccuring through his mind, Jabberwocky seemed quite happy when he had been walking towards the dining room for dinner and was just heading towards his seat when the unexpected happened. A bitter coldness had suddenly pierced its way through Jabberwockys heart with enough force to send the draconic friend on his knees, burbling in pain. Such a thing so unseen and unnatural, most of the friends remained sitting in shock but four of the Five as well as Mr. Herriman and Frankie were at Jabberwockys side as he collapsed onto the floor, his bright eyes dulling as he slowly slipped into unconciousness.

Alyss

He had awoken an hour later in his bed surrounded by many of the imaginary friends that he had befriended as well as the three human friends that included Macs girlfriend Goo and excluded Madame Foster who was strangely absent. His ruby eyes flickering, Jabberwocky slowly sat up and placed a clawed hand against his head. Upon seeing his return to the waking world, many of the friends tried to speak all at once and were only silenced by Madame Fosters soft voice. The small woman, no taller than Mac, slowly walked into the room and stared up at Jabberwocky who was confused by what he saw in her eyes. Worry and concern were there but there was something else despair? And hatred? But why? What did he do to deserve hatred, even a tiny sliver of it, from Madame Foster?

Jabberwocky, do you remember what happened? she asked, her voice quiet and subdued, bringing even greater concern to the large friend.

I I was walking to my seat and then It hit him like a ton of bricks. ALYSS! Somethings wrong with Alyss! Jabberwocky made to stand but was halted by several arms holding him down. Let go of me!

Jabberwocky, I just received a call from Elisa. Jabberwocky stopped his struggling and looked down at the elderly woman, slithy fear dripping into his heart.

What happened?

Your creator, Alice, had a heart attack, a serious one. The doctors cant do anything for her but give her more time. Im sorry Jabberwocky.

He stood by her side the next day, having received permission to go to the hospital she was staying at. Many of the friends at the House wanted to accompany him but only Frankie was allowed to go because she was the one providing the transportation. Alices other friends had been notified but it was doubtful that the letters would arrive in time for them to come; Jabberwocky was alone.

He had entered the room slowly, taking in the sight of Elisa and her family before gazing upon his creator and his first friend. She was almost as small as she was when they first met and her face was heavy with wrinkles. Her hair was shining white and flowed down her pillow like silver streams, but her eyes were still the same sapphire blue that he remembered. She had changed in the years while he had remained the same.

Hello, Jabberwocky, Alice smiled slightly at him as he quietly moved to stand beside her. Glad you could make it

Alyss Im sorry

Theres nothing to be sorry about. I take it the others couldnt make it?

Theyre with different families now. The letters wont arrive in Jabberwocky gulped back tears and glanced towards the machine that monitored Alices heartrate and felt his own begin to sink. The lines were barely rising up and down.

Except for you Alice whispered, ignoring the last sentence entirely. My riddler

Alyss please dont talk The more she spoke, the faster her heartrate declined.

I know the answer now to your last riddle

Please dont

A raven is like a writing desk because the notes they produce are flat Right?

Yes, thats right Her heartbeat was nearly gone. Alyss, I

Sing for me? One more time? Jabberwocky looked down into her eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe

She was gonne before he had reached the fourth verse but he continued with the song nonetheless, his hands clutching hers gently as large tears fell down his snout and stained her still warm blanket. Once he had finished, he released his grip and stepped back only to hear a sharp gasp from Elisa. Looking over his shoulder, Jabberwocky saw that his wings were beginning to disappear. In fact, his entire form was beoming more and more transparent with every minute.

Jabberwocky, whats happening to you? whispered Elisa, her first words to him since they had parted all those years ago.

I am dying whispered Jabberwocky, a small smile etched in sadness appearing across his snout. I knew that I would be

Why? Why are you dying? A imaginary friend cant die! They cant! Elisa reached up to grab his hands but her own simply went through them, causing her to gasp once again.

I guess its because Alyss is gone or that I havent had a real friend for so long

Im still your friend, Jabberwocky! I never stopped!

But you did but dont worry Im not sad or mad Im glad Maybe imaginary friends can go to Heaven too it must be quite a place

Please, Jabberwocky! Dont go! This time, Elisas grip found purchase on Jabberwockys hands. She had already lost both her parents, she did not want to lose her best friend too.

Elisa I cant Jabberwocky was nearly gone by now. Dont worry, Ill still be your friend too Remember my promise? Well be friends

Forever and a day

Yes

I love you, Jabberwocky

I love you too, Elisa

He was gone.

So it was proven on this day that imaginary friends can indeed die if they stopped receiving the love that created them in the first place. Without love, they were without life and even the love shared from others of their kind could not match the same love found in a child for a childs love is boundless. However, with the knowledge that imaginary friends could indeed die, people began to think of another question that connected with another that was as old as time.

What happens after?

A pair of children, both at the age of six, played happily amongst the pearly clouds, giggling to themselves as they pranced about, their small wings flapping. They ducked behind a cloud and stiffled their giggles behind their hands but they were still found by the large form of their friend. Laughing amongst themselves, the small arms of their friend lifting them high as he chortled giddily, a bright halo adorning his head and a much larger pair of wings adorning his shoulders. Laughing the three tumbled down and bounced along the fluffy clouds before the childrens wings lifted them high into the air as their friend gave chase with his own wings.

The End of One Adventure

And the Beginning of Another

Me: That… that was excellent work… (Rubs eyes)

Camille: Are you crying, Corvus?

Me: No! I just got something in my eye… darn thing won’t come out.

Camille: … Corvus… there’s something else that I wanted to give you.

Me: Ah, Camille, you don’t have to…

Camille: However, it won’t be here for about a year.

Me: A year? What could take a…

Camille: (Smiles)

Me: Camille… are you… pregnant…?

Camille: Yes.

Me: … Holy smokes… (Faints)

Camille: Sigh… I guess I better ask Poupoko to upload all this for him then.