Foster’s Porn Story: Mobile Chapter 9
A/N: I don’t own Foster’s, I never have, never will. Get that in your head
Nyachu: Hey thanks :) At first I wasn’t really planing on making it a Wilt and Frankie story, but that’s just how it turned out. Hope you like this chapy :)
Alexander the God of Destruction: Oh thank you :) Sorry if I called you a girl
Voxxyn: Yes, I agree, Mary-Linn is a you-know-what. Thank you, glad you like it and I’ll try to add a bit more description to it
Castoro Chiaro: Why thank you :) I’m really glad you like it so much. I’m going to help you beat up the mean sons and daughters too -gets out bazooka and lightsaber- lol. P.S., I’m not quite sure yet when “Good Wilt Hunting” will be airing yet
Silentdreams97: OHMYGOD THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! Lol. I’m really glad you like it. I hope you like this chapter
Wilt knocked loudly on Frankie’s bedroom door. She had been extremly quiet in her room for the last 2 hours. Wilt had heard what had happened with Kiwi.
“Frankie, come on, please open the door.”
A few seconds after he said that the door opened slightly to revel a small face peaking out.
“Hi Wilt.” Frankie said very quietly.
Wilt looked at her splotchy face and her puffy, red eyes. He tried to say something but all that could come out was “Oh Frankie.”
“I guess you heard what happened.” Frankie said. Wilt nodded.
“Well yeah, everyone’s talking about it.”
“Damnit!” Frankie cursed, plopping on her bed. Wilt sat down beside her.
“Frankie, I thought you really loved Kiwi. Why did you give him away?” Asked Wilt. Frankie sighed and hung her head.
” I dunno, maybe because I felt sorry for the little girl and thought Kiwi would be better off with someone who played with him more.”
“But Frankie, I thought you created Kiwi when your parents… when your parents…”
“Died?” Frankie said, filling in for Wilt.
“Yeah.” He said. Then he sighed
“Okay, here comes the big question.” Wilt thought. Then he spoke.
“Um, Frankie, sorry but when did you create Kiwi after your parents… died?”
Frankie looked at Wilt and thought a little.
“Hmmmmm, I think just a little after I got after the hospital.” Frankei looked thoughtful for a moment again. “Wilt, why don’t I just start the story from the beginning.”
Wilt nodded and Frankie began her story…
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“Ohhhh…” The little girl groaned, rubbing her head. “Where am I?”
Her small eyes darted from left to right as she looked at the room. It was white with one large window. There were some flowers by the window. It looked like a hospital room. That’s when she noticed herself. Her head was all bandaged up and she had many cuts on her face, hands, and legs. She looked to her left arm and saw an IV sticking out of it. She remembered. She was in a car accident. All she could remember was screaming, a loud crash, and blood, so much blood. She shivered when she thought about that. Suddenly, she heard a small sound. She turned her head to see where it was coming from and saw her grandmother, asleep in a chair in the room.
“G-gwandm-ma.” She whispered, using the little strength she had left. Right when she said that the woman’s eyes opened.
“Frankie?” She said, gasping. “Frankie! Oh thank God! Funny Bunny, get the nurse.”
Right when she said that a six foot rabbit sitting in an other chair suddenly got up, obviously half asleep still. Frankie glared.
“You bwought Ol’ Fuzz Butt with you?”
The bunny (who’s Mr. Herriman as we all know), mumbling something about young people having no respect for their elders, left the room to get a nurse.
“Don’t worry sweetie,” The women (Madame Foster) said to the three year old, stroking her head. “everything’s going to be okay now.”
The little girl looked up at her grandma.
“Where’s mommy and daddy?”
Madame Foster looked down at her feet, her lip quivering. Frankie sighed.
“Don’t tell me, they died didn’t they?”
2 weeks later…
“Okay Frankie, this is your new home.” Madame Foster said to her granddaughter as Mr. Herriman pulled the bus up to none other then Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends.
“I’m moving into Foster’s?” Frankie said, confused.
“Yep!” Said Madame Foster beaming. “Like I said, this is your new home. Enjoy!”
Frankie groaned and took her grandmother’s hand. Mr. Herriman opened the bus door and let Madame Foster and Frankie go out first. When they got in the house Madame Foster showed Frankie to her room. After that Madame Foster came back down stairs to talk to Mr. Herriman.
“Are you really sure we should have three year old young Francis living in the house?” Mr. Herriman asked Madame Foster when she came back down stairs. “I mean really Madame, she’s barely out of babyhood, who knows the trouble she could make.”
“Funny Bunny,” Madame Foster started. “I’m really the only family she has left. Without me, what? Would she have to go to a human foster home? I don’t think so.”
“But if she did at least she would have a real family and…”
“I’m am her real family and I’m not gonna let her go to some complete strangers!”
Herriman thought for a moment and sighed.
“Fine, but on the day she turns thirteen, I want her to start working for us, meaning cooking, cleaning, and all the other chores. She’ll work for pay.” Mr. Herriman decided.
“Well,” Madame Foster pondered. “alright then.” She was just about to leave when Herriman stopped her.
“Oh, and don’t let the child get into anything. We can’t afford her to break anything of great value”
“Yes yes Funny Bunny.” Said Madame Foster, waving her arms in the air. “Don’t worry, I’ll watch her well.” What Madame Foster and Herriman didn’t know was that little Frankie was listening closely on the stairs. Frankie ran back to her new room sobbing.
“They don’t want me, know one wants me.” She picked up her stuffed animal that was lying on the bed and hugged it close. It was an odd plushie. It had the head of a parrot, the body of a cat, and little wings sticking out of it’s body. It was something Frankie’s mother had made for her when she was just a baby. Frankie loved it and named it Kiwi, after her favourite fruit. She hugged it even closer, remembering her mother a father.
“Oh Kiwi,” She said. “if only you were real.”
Right when she said that there was a loud caw. She turned around quickly to find a copy of her plushie flying beside her.
” -squawk- Hi Frankie, how are you?”
Frankie gasped, dropping the original Kiwi plushie. An imaginary friend, her first imaginary friend. She got off her bed quickly and hugged the imaginary griffin.
“Oh Kiwi, now I’m not lonely anymore.”
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Wilt wrapped his long arm around the sobbing teenager.
“Oh my gosh Frankie I’m really really sorry. I didn’t know it hurt you so bad to talk about it. Oh I should have known. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Frankie couldn’t help but giggle at Wilt’s constant apologizing. Just to shut him up she slapped her hand over his mouth.
“Don’t be sorry Wilt.” Frankie said to him while taking her hand away from his mouth. “It wasn’t your fault my parents died. It wasn’t your fault that I gave away Kiwi. And maybe, maybe it was better that I gave away Kiwi.”
Wilt looked at her a bit stunned.
“Why Frankie?”
Frankie smiled.
“Because that little girl was probably lonely too. It always feels so good when you create an imaginary friend, because you know that you have someone who’ll be there for you when you need them the most. I know some kids just can’t create imaginary friends so they come here. It just nice to see the smiles on their faces when they walk out with a new BFF. Even before I knew the kid was deaf, I knew Kiwi would be better off with her, I just didn’t want to admit it. I know Kiwi will be happier with her, I just do.”
Wilt smiled at Frankie.
“You did the right thing Frankie.”
“Yeah, I think I did, but… but, I also think that… that…I really need a hug right now!” Cried Frankie.
“Oh, of course.” Said Wilt, hugging the girl with his one arm. The girl sobbed on his arm for awhile until the voice of Mr. Herriman called out. “Dinner is served”. Wilt tugged at Frankie a bit.
“Are you gonna be okay?” Wilt asked Frankie. She nodded. “All right, well come on, supper’s ready.” Wilt said. Frankie couldn’t help but giggle again a little.
“I’ll probably never hear the end of this from Fuzz Butt.” Frankie said. “He’ll probably lecture me about leaving the customer table unattended.”
Wilt chuckled.
“Well, you never know. Now come on, I’m hungry.”
Frankie laughed and ran after Wilt to the kitchen.