Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 13

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No response.

Frankie, you in there?

Silence.

Will you please open the door?

Still no reply. With a groan, Wilt ceased knocking on
Frankies door and leaned heavily against the wall. Where was she? He hadnt
seen her around the house, and according to the other friends, no one had
really spotted her in the last two hours or so. Well, if she wasnt doing her
chores, then she just had to be in her room, didnt she?

Ughso not
okay. Wilt murmured to himself. He thought he had seen the worst of it the day
Mac had been taken from her, and she spent the rest of her waking hours that
fateful day completely consumed by tears. But the way Frankie was acting
lately, like she was a double in some cheap, low-budget zombie movie, Wilt just
didnt like it. He didnt like it at all.

What had become of the Frankie he knew and loved? Had the
loss of Mac really set her back emotionally nineteen
years? Did all those memories he had, all those wonderful times, did they
mean nothing now? All those bedtime stories when she was little? The endless
games of hoops out back on the basketball court? The long hours he put in
helping her with her house duties? As much as Wilt hated to think it, the
answer seemed to come back as a resounding yes.
Frankie seemed to be nothing more than a traumatized wreck with the tragic loss of her beloved
little brother.

But if she had been reduced to nothing, then what of his
other friend? What about Bloo? At least Wilt was still able to spot Frankie on
a normal basis around Fosters, and she would still even allow him to help her
out from time to time with her chores. But, besides rare appearances at
mealtime once or twice a day, Bloo seemed to have vanished from their lives
completely. It was as if without the presence of his best friend and creator,
he simply couldnt exist on his own.

Poor little guy,
Wilt thought sympathetically. The kind-hearted friend wanted nothing more than
to at lease give the heartbroken little creature a couple of reassuring words,
or a comforting pat on the back. But heck, if he couldnt even find him to
start out

Before he had time to finish his thought, a
mysterious passerby rushing down the hallway ran smack into his long, skinny
legs.

Whoa! the middle-aged woman cried in surprise as
she bounced back and lost her balance. Before she could topple over completely
however, the fast thinking Wilt quickly grabbed her by the arm and set her back
on her feet.

Oh no! Im sorry! Im sorry! Im sorry! He
apologized profusely as he steadied the stranger back on solid footing. Im so
sorry! Are you okay? he asked concernedly.

The woman just smiled gratefully and chuckled at his
over-polite mannerisms. Oh, I think Ill be alright.

Are you sure? Oh Im sorry! I shouldnt have been
standing right-

Stop, enough already! the woman said, her shoulders
shaking in laughter. No please, Im the one to blame, I didnt see where I was
going, um, Mr

Wilt. My names Wilt. He said, giving her a warm
smile.

Please to meet you Wilt, my name is Alicia Brown.
The woman replied as she shook his hand. Sorry, Im just here with my husband
today, and I was just trying to find him after I accidentally wandered off on
my own. Such a massive place, I never thought Id find my way out! Anyhow
though, we have a five-year-old son, see, and-

Oh! Youre here to adopt an imaginary friend! Wilt
cried enthusiastically. Good for you! Dont worry, Fosters is the best, we
have some awesome friends here! Cmon, I think some of the guys are just down
the hallway. Weve got Shaky, Rosco, Crackers, Cockamamie Amie

However, as Wilt tried to lead Mrs. Brown off, the
mother just stood rooted where she stood, still gripping tightly to Wilts
hand, smiling broadly.

Maybe a little too much for Wilts comfort.

Um, Mrs. Brown? Sorry, but if youll just come with
me, we can go look-

To be honest; I dont think thatll be necessary.
She interrupted while still grinning eerily.

Wilt swallowed hard as she began to lead him
downstairs.

Yes, yes, Master Wilt here possesses many admirable
qualities. Truly a model friend! Why just last week

In the midst of all the excitement that was going on in
the office, Wilt just stood in the background, mouth open, eyes as wide as
dinner plates, completely stunned by it all. He groaned a bit while he rubbed
his temples. He suddenly seemed to have grown extremely light-headed in the
last few minutes.

Whats wrong
with me? He thought worriedly. Im
getting adopted. Im going to finally have a family, and a kid, after all these
years! Im going to get a home! This is every abandoned imaginary friends
dream! Im getting it all! ImIm

Wilt stopped and rubbed his head while a brief dizzy
spell overtook him. No, wait, what was he thinking? Finally getting a new family? Finally getting a new home? Finally
getting a new child?

No, that was wrong. That was all wrong.

He had had all of that the moment he came to
Fosters.

Wilt sat down on the floor, trying to make a sense
out of it all, completely oblivious to the people chatting busily around him.
An incredible feeling of panic began to rise up from deep within as Wilt
realized the awful truth. He didnt want
to be adopted. He wanted to stay here, at Fosters. At his home, with his
friends. With his family.

He couldnt do this. Wilt was finally getting
adopted, and it all just felt so wrong.

No, I cant! I
just cant! What am I doing? I shouldnt be here! I need to tell them! I need
to tell them the truth! I already have a home! I already have friends! I
already have a child, I have Fra-

Master Wilt? Mr. Herrimans thick British accent
cut in, immediately scattering his thoughts. Wilt looked up wearily at the
large rabbit and the happy couple.

Well, Master Wilt, this is certainly been quite a
day! It seems your record-breaking time here at the house is finally coming to
a well-deserved end, wouldnt you say? Ive discussed the matter with the
Browns

Tell them.
Tell them now. A voice in Wilts head whispered.

and they think you to be quite the specimen that
theyre looking for in a suitable friend

What are you
doing? Say it. No. Thats all. No. Just do it. The subconscious voice
spoke up a little louder.

however, after clearly going over the whole
matter Mr. Herriman droned on.

NO! NO! FOR
THE LOVE OF GOD! SAY IT! YOU DONT WANT TO GO! NO! the voice shrieked.
Wilt took a deep breath as he tried to get the words out. Just one little word,
thats all it was. If he could justsaythatword

theyve decided for now that they wish to discuss
the whole situation a bit further among themselves and with their son tonight
in the comfort of their own home. They will then return here by late tomorrow
afternoon, and give us their final answer. Of course, I dont think theres too
much need to worry. Would that be all right?

N-nn-n-n Wilt struggled in vain. Just one word!
Just that one

Okay. He finally said, lowering his head in defeat.

You coward
the voice whimpered sadly as it faded away.

Excellent! Mr. Herriman cheered.

Oh Im sure Brendan will be thrilled, Im sure of
it! Mrs. Brown laughed.

Mr. Brown nodded his head silently in agreement.

Wilt just groaned.

Whats all the fuss, Bunny? someone asked from behind.
Mr. Herriman turned and nodded respectfully with a grin to the tiny old woman
who hobbled into the foyer.

Wonderful news, Madame Foster! Simply wonderful news!
Youll never believe whos finally going to be adopted!

Really? Who? Madame Foster replied curiously as she
cocked an eyebrow.

Why, our own Master Wilt, after all these years! Mr.
Herriman laughed delightedly, not noticing the shock that appeared on her face.
To think, after all this time, hes finally being adopted by-

WHAT?

The three looked up in shock in the direction of the
sudden shriek of outrage and horror. Frankie stood silently in the doorway,
staring aghast at Mr. Herriman and the unthinkable words she had just come from
his mouth.

Miss
Frances!
Mr. Herriman cried in surprise. Quickly he noticed the massive tear now
adorning her ragged right sweater sleeve. Good heavens, child! What on earth

W-Wilt. Frankie jerked her head shakily in the direction
of the lanky imaginary friend. Didd-did Mr. Herriman just say

I..I-I The gangly imaginary friend muttered dumbly,
burning with shame as he watched her face contort with incredible horror.

Non-no, pleasedontdont tell me that- she begged
shamelessly.

Wilt just shook his head sadly. FrankieImI-Im sorry.

Stunned beyond belief, for a few moments she just stood
speechless and still as a statue as the unthinkable truth slowly began to set
in, whiles the others just stood by, unsure of what to say or do as they read
the unmistakable pained shock in her expression.

Frankie suddenly moaned as the color rapidly began to
drain from her face. Suddenly, she felt extremely dizzy with intense shock and
quickly latched onto the door for support. She couldnt believe what happened,
just seconds before she returned home. Not Wilt, not after losing Mac, they
just couldnt. Not to her, not after
all that she had been through.

Oh my goodness! Madame Foster cried as she noticed that
her ashen-faced granddaughter began to shiver violently. Frankie, are you-

Nothis cantthis just cant Frankie murmured
incredulously. What was happening? The room seemed to be spinning before her
very eyes.

Wilt gasped. Frankie-

This isnthappening. Frankie managed to mutter to
herself.

Excuse me? Mr. Herriman asked as her panic skyrocketed.

This isnt happeningthis isnt happeningoh God, this
isnt happening Frankie began to chant to herself repeatedly as she clung on
tightly to the door, her body trembling violently and her legs wobbling
dangerously beneath her.

Dear, please. Madame Foster said softly as she tried to
approach her granddaughter slowly, quickly realizing that the poor thing was on
the verge of a breakdown. Just calm down-

DAMMIT, THIS ISNT HAPPENING! Frankie screeched in a
tone that wouldve made a banshees wail sound like a chorus of angels. With
another heartbroken shriek she let go of the door and shot out into the rapidly
waning sunlight, tearing off to no particular destination in her hysteria. She
just had to get away from it all; she just couldnt take any more of the pain,
the anguish, and the loss of everything that she loved.

Breathing in ragged gasps, she sprinted madly onto
Fosters extensive property out back.

No, wait, please! Wilt cried, running out after her.
Frankie, come back!

Miss
Frances,
contain yourself! Mr. Herriman yelled as he speedily hopped out behind the
lanky imaginary friend.

An incredibly stunned Madame Foster incredulously watched
them race off for a few moments, and once they vanished form sight she simply
bowed her head with a heavy sigh.

Was her life nothing more than a living nightmare? She
just couldnt believe it. Hadnt the heavens had enough tormenting her? Would
the higher powers not be satisfied until they robbed her of everyone she loved?

Its n-not fair. Hes mine. Hes m-m-my imaginary friend.
Hes mine. Frankie whispered repeatedly to herself between the sobs that
wracked her body, as if that would somehow make it all better. Not Wilt, her Wilt. It just wasnt fair, he was her imaginary friend, he had looked
after her for as long as she could possibly remember. For Gods sake, he was
the only reason she was even alive today. Did it not mean anything that he
saved her life? Were no bonds sacred?

Frankie howled in unspeakable anguish. It was all just too
much to bear. She just couldnt handle any more losses; she simply couldnt
take any more pain. Frankie didnt know whether she wanted to cry some more,
faint, be sick to her stomach, or just crawl into a hole and-

Suddenly she felt her belly do a violent flip-flop. As she
began to gag uncontrollably, it quickly became obviously what her next course
of action was. Without thinking twice, Frankie turned her head and threw up
into the hay, puking up more half-digested food then she thought her stomach
was capable of holding. After she finally emptied her burning gut of all its
contents, she simply collapsed helplessly in a heap back into the hay pile,
regardless of the fact she was now lying in a pool of her own vomit.

It just didnt matter anymore. In just a matter of weeks,
she had lost Mac, and now she was loosing Wilt. Two of her best friendsno, two
of her family were being taken away,
and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Shivering
uncontrollably, Frankie shut her eyes tightly and she let her grief-wracked
body go limp as the pure shock overwhelmed her. Never in her entire life had
she felt so utterly helpless, and just so completely-

Frankie suddenly squeaked in surprise when she sensed what
felt like cold metal being gently placed against her lips.

Here, drink this. Someone told her softly, as she felt a
tiny arm wrap around her head and push it up slightly so as to put her in a
better position to swallow. Frankie quickly allowed the mysterious Good
Samaritan to take charge, and before she knew it an unmistakable stream of
cool, sweet life-giving water was flowing down freely her throat. Sure it, it
was probably just a metal cup filled with trough water from inside the unicorn
stable. But Frankie didnt care, she was desperately thirsty, and it did
wonders in cooling her badly burning throat. After gulping down the sweet
sustenance in heavy gulps, the old tin cup was fully emptied and tossed aside.

Frankie finally opened her eyes to get a good look at her
savior. However, weak as she was, she was only able to do so at an arduously
slow process, and the fact that the sun had pretty much set did not help her
now badly blurred vision, momentarily incapacitated by crippling emotional
weakness and the tears that flooded her eyes. However, she managed to at least
make out the basic shape of the compassionate soul. Who was that? Wilt? No,
this guy was way too short for that,
and was oddly shaped like a door of some sort

Bloo? Frankie asked incredulously in a soft whisper as
comprehension dawned upon her.

The small, blue imaginary friend frowned sadly as her
gently rocked the grief-stricken girl’s head in his tiny arms. He had clearly
gotten no better since he despair had driven him into complete seclusion a few
days before, and was so pale he was barely the shade of his namesake anymore.
Despite this, he dutifully stayed by her side and attempted tot end to her.

II was, umhangin around in one of the empty stallsand
I heard you outside. I only watched saw you for a moment before you collapsed
so thought maybe thatyou kinda needed someyknow the embarrassed little
creature tried to stammer out in a hoarse whisper.

Frankie still shivered uncontrollably. B-Bloo. She
stuttered out softly, a badly shaking arm reaching up to his shoulder.
I-I-Itheyre g-gonna

What? Bloo asked concernedly, cradling her like a mother
would an infant.

Its all over. The girl managed to whimper. With that
her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fainted away in a heap.

Shes still not looking too well, but at least shes
resting. She said wearily. Theres not much we can do except let her sleep
and hope shes feeling better in the morning.

C-can Ican IIm s-sorry, but c-c-can the over-polite
imaginary friend stuttered uncontrollably in his deep worry. Madame Foster gave
him a wan smile.

If it makes you feel better, dear. She said with a weak
chuckle.

Th-thank you. Wilt murmured as he quickly stepped around
her and slipped into Frankies room. Bloo wordlessly followed at his heels, but
Madame Foster made no objection to the little blue imaginary friends
unauthorized entrance. She simply closed her eyes and bowed her head, sighing heavily
again as the door was shut behind her.

All the while, Mr. Herriman anxiously stood nearby,
wringing his hands nervously as he frowned concernedly at his creator.

Madame, is there anything I can-

How could you?

What?

Herriman, how could you do such a thing? Madame Foster
demanded, almost accusingly. Mr. Herriman gave a hard gulp. She almost never called him by his proper name. She
was definitely not pleased with something.

What? What are you taking about? Madame, I simply- he
tried to respond as Madame Foster lifted her head and stared him straight in
the eyes. Mr. Herriman flinched under the weight of her piercing glare and
immediately stopped himself in mid-sentence.

Now dont start giving me any of that infernal claptrap!
she said sternly, waving her cane at him. You know very well that Wilts like
family to Frankie! How could you just adopt him off like that and not even
think twice about it? Why-

Madame Foster, please!
Mr. Herriman snapped angrily. If you havent forgotten, that is the exact
mission of our establishment! You are in no position to simply blame me for
doing my job! If we simply kept every
friend we took a fancy to and never let a single one be adopted, then the
entire system-

Enough! Madame Foster shouted angrily in reply. When
did I say that? When did I say that?

I knew exactly what you were thinking! her imaginary
friend barked furiously. Dont lie, I know precisely how your mind works! As
soon as a particular friend catches your eye, you go off and wave rules left
and right, the very principles that keep Fosters afloat! he growled,
clenching his gloved hands. I know exactly what youre going to say! You-

Catches my eye? Catches
my eye? the old woman bubbled in rage. Does saved Frankies life mean
anything to you? Does helped raise her since she was three have any
significance? Hmm? Hes not nothing but look after her since theyve started
living here, and its all either of them have ever wanted! Maybe if you werent
so busy going about business as usual and actually stopped to think about what you were doing, or at
least notice for once that-

Madame, you can not sway me by merely appealing to my
emotions! Mr. Herriman growled and jabbed a finger at her angrily. Its my
sworn duty! This is our duty! This is
our purpose! This is-

Those are the rules and regulations that you blindly live
your life by! Madame Foster yelled. If youd just get your nose out of all
your rulebooks and look around once in a while

This is our mission! Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends
was founded to shelter all abandoned
imaginary friends that come to our door until they are all adopted! WE CANT
JUST PICK AND CHOOSE WHO GOES AND WHO STAYS! WHY CANT YOU JUST FOLLOW THE
RULES OF YOUR OWN HOUSE? Mr. Herriman shut his eyes and bellowed at the top of
his lungs.

He was so overcome a rage, it took the enrage rabbit a
while to realize that there had been no reply to his last ferocious outburst.
Cautiously opening one eye, he quickly beheld a small, elderly lady who was a
far cry from the furious gray-haired little bundle of fury that had been
shrieking at him not two minutes earlier. Madame Fosters bottom lip quivered
as a tear welled up in her eye.

Rulesits always about the rules, isnt it? she murmured
softly. Without so much as a second glance she simply turned about and began to
slowly hobble off down the hallway, sadly muttering to herself.

Its a rule that Wilt has to goits a rule that a
twenty-two-year old cant adoptjust more rulesrules, rules, rules she
whispered softly to herself.

Mr. Herriman only looked on in utter confusion. What was
this? He had been expecting another snappy reply, or even an announcement of
another exception she was going to make to her own establishments rules, whether
he liked it or not (as in the case of Bloo.) What he had not been expecting was this sudden complete and total surrender.

This wasnt like her at all. Where was the fiery-spirited Foster he had looked after since
she was five? What happened to the little old woman with vitality and energy of
most women a third of her age? What was going on?

Madame? he asked her gently. Madame, what-

The old woman stopped her retreat long enough to turn her
head and give him a look eerily reminiscent of a condemned criminal being lead
off for execution.

Theres a difference between whats proper and whats right you know. She said with a
sniffle. With that she immediately went off her way, shoulders sagged and head
bowed.

Her imaginary friend stood petrified in place, eyes wide
open as the simple words hit home.

Whats properand
whats right.

Well yes, I suppose
maybe Ino, no I cant! Waitwhy not? No, no! I cant keep making these such
wild exceptions whenever the Madame says so! I have to be firm! It would be
anarchy if we never followed the proper rules and precautions! It would never
work out! It wouldnt be…it wouldnt

it wouldnt be
proper.

Usually as neat and orderly as his office, Mr.
Herrimans mind was suddenly now a mad whirl, an utter mass of chaos as a
plethora of convictions, notions, opinion, and a thousand other different
thoughts raced freely about his brain.

The old rabbit groaned as he slapped his forehead
irritably. Grumbling to himself, he hopped off in the direction of the nearest
staircase. With all the serious contemplation he had ahead, he might as well
make himself a cup of tea in the kitchen.

Something told him it was going to be a long night.

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