Foster’s Porn Story: Whatever happened to Eduardo Chapter 1

Whatever happened to Eduardo?

Written By: CG
Written: Started 31st October
2006
Fandom: Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends

Genre: General/Mild Horror.
Rating: K+ for
mild horror themes.
Pairings: None.
Warnings: None.

Plot: Fosters Home holds one dark secret that
only opens on Halloween.
Spoilers: None.
Story Notes: Now I
have no idea how Eduardo was created, by who, or anything like that.
This is simply for story purposes. But do try and enjoy either way.

Chapter 1

The autumn leaves were building up, covering the
yard of the aging Victoria Mansion like a brand new carpet freshly
laid out by interior designers. Every now and then a gust of wind
would come rushing up, capture a few leaves and send them dancing
through the air before settling again for some rest. When the wind
did come, it was sharp and cold, enhanced by the dark clouds hanging
in the sky high above the world.

You couldn’t ask for better
Halloween weather if you tried.

“Man this is gonna be so
GREAT!” Bloo exclaimed for the hundredth time that day. “But
you know what’d make it greater?” he asked his audience of two.

“What’s that Bloo?” Wilt asked, who was decked out
in a black tuxedo with very impressive tails on it. His face and lone
hand was painted white too, and for a rare occasion he was wearing
black shiny ‘dance’ shoes. Accompanying him was Coco, who had somehow
managed to get ripped stockings over her legs, a denim jacket covered
in buttons and stitches over her ‘arms’, and each leaf was dyed a
different colour.

“If this toilet paper didn’t RIP so
easily!!” the small blue imaginary friend growled viciously.
Same as last year, and the year before that, and the year before
that, Bloo had left it until the last minute to make himself a
Halloween Costume. Now, it was Halloween afternoon and Bloo found
himself scavenging through the house in hopes of finding something
suitable for the holiday.

At first he thought he’d go as a
swamp monster, but Frankie hadn’t been so keen on him rolling in mud
then walking through the house, leaving a trail of mud and slime in
his wake. Another attempt had been a wolf man, but Mr. Herriman
refused to grant him access to the ‘Fur’ room where the imaginary
fleas lived. Also Eduardo had bulked when he saw Bloo with a razor in
his hand. Then he thought maybe a ghost would work, but this time
Wilt had voiced a little concern at Bloo taking a pair of scissors to
one of the curtains in the house. Now, he was trying for a mummy
appearance. Sadly, the toilet paper he had stolen from one of the
upstairs bathrooms wasn’t proving as binding as he’d hope.

“Hmm,
maybe I should try some three ply…” Bloo mumbled as he
observed the rolling paper, which happened to have a floral
pattern.

Wilt rolled his eye for a moment as Coco’s eyes just
rolled in all directions.

“You know Bloo, hate to say it,
but if you had planned this a little better maybe you’d already have
your costume planned?” Wilt offered some constructive criticism,
careful of his words around his short blue companion. (‘short’ being
a lame term since to Wilt, everyone was short).

“Hub bub
bub.” Bloo held his hand up to silence Wilt, who was already
quiet. “This is the way I’ve been doing things for YEARS Wilt, I
think I know a little more about costume development then you give me
credit for, Mr. Tall red and Lanky.”

“Lanky?”
Wilt echoed.

“Coco, cocococo cococo co
cococo coco cooo cocococo co co coco co?” Coco suddenly
asked, driving the conversation in another direction completely.

“Oh
it’s easy; Mac just does it for fun. Besides, his neighbours know to
give him apples ‘n sugar free candy.” Bloo replied as another
piece of toilet paper tore along its dotted line. “Darn it!”
he ripped the piece to shreds, glaring at the tiny pieces as they
flittered to the floor.

“…you could just paint yourself
white.” Wilt offered. “If that’s okay.”

“Wilt!
Wilt!” Frankie’s frantic calls could be heard gathering speed
from down the hall way, causing all three to turn and look at her.
Two with more concern then the third. “Oh thank Goodness…
she came to a stop, wiping her brow. Frankie, this year, had dressed
up as Frankenstein’s wife. Her face was painting pale green as were
her hands. Bandages covered her arms and a long white gown from head
to foot. Her hair was also dyed black with a hair sprayed white
streak going down both sides.

“What is-” Wilt
started, but stopped himself.

Bloo looked up at the two, who
were exchanging very peculiar looks.

“You almost forgot
your…” Frankie started, but stopped when she saw Bloo looking
up at the two with a very confused, but all the more curious look on
his face. “…trick or treat bag! Yeah! C’mon, let’s go get it.”
with that she grabbed his wrist and led him off quickly.

“What
the heck?” Bloo asked Coco, who looked as innocent as she could.
Which fuelled Bloo’s curiosity like throwing inflammable liquid onto
a fire. But before he could even ask, the denim clad Coco had already
fled the scene, leaving a Coco shaped cloud in her wake. Bloo remains
there by himself for a few seconds before he grins widely, and
hurries off down the hallway in the same direction that Wilt and
Frankie vanished.

To say the house looked perfect
would be an underwriting. The spider friends had spent the better
half of two days spinning webs all throughout the house, inside and
out, giving it a spooky feel. Black and orange curtains hung from
almost every visible window that could be seen from the street out
front, and many many pumpkins had been carved and set around the
house. Beneath window sills, on the roof, along the path that lead to
the house, beneath the sign… the spiders even had strung webs along
the iron gates, and thanks to some smart thinking, even the gates
looked rusted and old. It was quite a sight to behold to anyone on
the street. Everyone felt it was the best house on the street.

Well,
almost everyone.

One had to wonder where Eduardo had taken
himself. The large imaginary had all but vanished from sight a good
day before, but strangely enough not many of them had picked up on
his disappearance. Especially not Bloo, who was so self absorbed it’d
take a first class telescope to see people beyond himself.

Halloween was always a mixed bag of emotions for Eduardo.
While it gave the house something fun to celebrate a month before
Thanksgiving, and it brought a lot of children to the house for trick
or treating, it was the whole . . . ghosts, zombies, monsters, and
every other horrible creation you could think of ‘walking the earth’
that got him so unsettled. Terrified is the better word for it. Even
if he knew it was only children, or his friends behind the masks and
makeup it still caused him such high amounts of terror he sometimes
lost control of himself.

In more ways then one.

He was
now in his room, curled up beneath his blanket in his bed with his
eyes tightly shut. Every Halloween began like this, Eduardo huddled
in his room trying to block out the knowledge of all the scary things
that were possibly happening just outside his door. But it rarely
worked. Every sound seemed to be enhanced, the footfalls down the
hallways, the wind outside, even his breathing almost became
unbearable to hear.

Then he heard it.

Footsteps,
coming down the hallway. They were heavy, and sounded like the person
who was attached to those feet had a mission to complete.

The
doorknob began to squeak, and Eduardo could practically see it
beginning to turn. The eventual ‘click’ that filled the room caused
him to pull the blanket even tighter around himself so much so that
his tail began poking out from beneath it.

Wilt entered the
room, slowly, checking for Eduardo. Spotting him hiding beneath the
blanket he sighed a bit in relief. He walked into the room, keeping
the door open to allow some more light (then Eduardo’s night light)
fill the room.

“Hey Ed?” he asked, his voice soft
and steady so not to alarm his friend.

He got a quivering body
mass as his answer.

“Listen, Ed. We gotta get you to
well, you know.” Wilt started, but didn’t need to finish the
sentence. Every year since Eduardo first arrived in the house, every
Halloween like clockwork he had to be transported to a room in the
basement. It was a little difficult to explain why. Let’s just say
the first Halloween Eduardo spent in Foster’s still hasn’t been
forgotten.

“I no want to go.” Eduardo’s muffled
voice answered.

“I know, but I’m sorry Ed but you gotta
go in there.” he took a few steps and was soon by the bed. “Come
on…” Wilt hated doing this. Having to make Eduardo do
something he clearly didn’t want to do was painful for the imaginary
to do. But he knew it was for the best, for everyone.

Eduardo
wanted to put up more of a verbal fight against this, but he knew it
was inevitable. No way in avoiding it, much like flu shots that
happened every spring. Sighing sadly he rose up from the bed, keeping
the blanket securely wrapped around him. “…mi security
blanket.” Eduardo informed Wilt from behind the material. Wilt
had to smile a bit, but nodded and waited until Eduardo had climbed
off the bed; offer him his hand before leading him off through the
house.

Mac was growing all the more annoyed with
Bloo with every passing minute. He’d just arrived, like he said he
would, and Bloo was a no show. When he’d asked various friend in the
house they all shrugged, some mentioning just what he’d unleashed
upon the house that day. Mac apologised a few times for the mud, the
clothes, the holes in sheets, but eventually he found Frankie in the
bathroom. She was doing the messy task of putting her hair up. There
was a lot of pins and hairspray involved.

“Frankie!”

“Hey Mac, cool costume!” Frankie exclaimed. Mac was
in a cowboy costume, but his skin had been painted green with
multiple scars on his face and hands. Even one of those fake arrows
through the cowboy hat tricks. Zombie cowboy. Inventive to say the
least.

“Thanks, listen, where’s Bloo? We were meant to
leave for trick or treating ten minutes ago.” he looked at his
watch. As much as Mac couldn’t eat half or more of the candy he
collected, he still enjoyed going out and spending time with his
friends. Since this year Wilt, Coco and Eduardo (or so he thought)
was going to accompany him and Bloo.

“Sorry Mac, I
haven’t seen him since I saw him with Wilt and Coco.” she
replied as she finished adjusting her hair so it sat just right.

“So where are Coco, Wilt and Eduardo? They were meant to
come too.” Mac glanced into the hallway, to see Ringo Rango
dressed as Jack the Ripper walk past.

Frankie froze for a
moment.

“What?” Mac asked, catching it.

“Oh
um… look Mac,” Frankie knelt down. “Eduardo… can’t come
trick or treating with you guys.”

“Why not? He can’t
be that scared.” man, Mac felt a little stupid after he said
that. Eduardo was scared of his own shadow, and spiders the size of a
penny. Of course he’d be terrified of Halloween.

“It’s
not that, Mac. Listen. There’s something you gotta understand about
Ed.” Frankie said, her voice quite low now. “See, I kind of
remember. It happened the first year Eduardo came to live with us.
He’d arrived with all these other Imaginaries, his… ‘family’, I
guess.”

“I didn’t know Eduardo had family.” Mac
said, surprised by this piece of information.

“Well he
does. Kind of. Imaginaries created by the same person, but the rest
were… well. They’re too scary and dangerous to be living outside.
They’re a kind of extreme-o-saur. But anyway – I don’t know why, but
every year around Halloween Eduardo… kind of changes.” Frankie
was trying to be mindful of what words she used. Too much and it’d
seem too scary.

“…changes how?” Mac asked, his
voice slightly lower then normal.

“It’s a blur, really.”
Frankie shut one eye in thought for a moment. “He just. Becomes
so scared that he becomes bad so he won’t be scared. And when I say
bad, I mean ‘bad’.” To be honest Frankie hardly remembered the
day it happened. What she could was the roars, the yells and screams,
and the mess that followed afterwards. She was honest she couldn’t
remember it. “So every year at Halloween we have to go put
Eduardo somewhere safe and secure so he won’t get out and hurt
himself. Or someone else.”

“Whoa.” Mac was way
surprised to hear all this. “So how long does he stay locked
away?”

“By tomorrow this time he’s fine. He doesn’t
like it, of course, but it has to happen.” Frankie stood up,
dusting her white gown of any dust that might have clung to it as a
result of her kneeling.

“…wait…” Mac started
quietly.

“What?”

“…Bloo.” he said
the one word and both of them understood at the same time. When it
came to Bloo and locked doors, or anything that might hold ANY secret
behind it, lead to trouble. Both looked at the other with wide,
terrified eyes, before both running off in different directions
calling out Bloo’s name.

It always felt strange
having to do that job, but Wilt was the only one who could actually
manage to get Eduardo into that room without much hassle. Mostly
because Eduardo had so much trust and respect for him did it work.
Frankie tried one year but Eduardo ended up running off in tears,
claiming she didn’t like him no more so that was why she was trying
to get rid of him. It had been an unhappy feeling all around. But now
Eduardo was in his ‘secure’ room, still hiding beneath his blanket
and hopefully things will pass without too much strife this year. At
least he hoped that’s what was going to happen.

Unbeknownst to
Wilt, something short and blue had followed him and Eduardo through
the house, ducking behind corners and treading extra gently so not to
be heard. Bloo watched as Wilt and Eduardo vanished into a room he
hadn’t seen before. A few moments later Wilt re-emerged by himself
and locked the door behind him. Then he placed the key on the door’s
top frame and walked off. As soon as the hallway was clear, Bloo
walked up to the door and stared up at it. It was massive, and made
of metal obviously. He reached out and tapped the surface, feeling
just how cold it was. Then he stepped back and narrowed an eye in
thought at the key that he knew was up there. He didn’t know why
Eduardo was being locked away, but man! He wanted to find out!
Secrets behind doors just weren’t safe with Bloo around.

But
how to get to it? He wasn’t tall enough, and he knew asking Wilt
would get him no where since he didn’t want anyone knowing. So what
could he do… a-hah! The broom! Bloo looked back and forth before
rushing off down the hall way. He knew where the broom was kept,
he’ll take that and if he’s asked why he’ll say he’s helping a friend
who needs a broom to dress as a witch. Perfect!

Having found
the broom Bloo rushed on back up the stairs, dragging it behind him
and tripping up a few unfortunate friends in his path. But finally he
reached the door, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He lifted
the broom and began moving it against the door.

Within
the room Eduardo was huddled in the corner, eyes wide. Even though
technically he couldn’t hear anything horrible, he swore he could.
And practically see them. He saw the spiders climbing down from the
ceilings, encasing him in their webs in order to eat him. He could
most definitely see the witches and hear them singing gleefully about
cooking him in their pot and using his fur as a nice coat. He could
hear the shrieks and howls of spirits, cursed to wander the planet
for all time. It was all getting louder and louder, but then he heard
it.

Something was trying to get in through the door. His head
jerked up as his wide eyes watched the door, in what little light he
had. This room was unfortunate enough to be blessed with one light
that hung in the ceiling, and unfortunately even more so the bulb was
almost dead and gave off enough light to make Eduardo aware of the
shadows and just what could be lurking in them.

The noise was
awful. Something heavy and blunt dragging itself along the door
outside. But then it stopped, and for a few fleeting seconds Eduardo
could relax. But then another noise had replaced it. Something with
bristles, something big, was not at the door. After a few moments of
this noise, something hit the floor. But then, much much worse . . .
the key was in the door.

“Bloo? I don’t know,
haven’t seen him since you reminded me of my.. uh, ‘job’, Frankie.”
Wilt had been caught up by Frankie, who was looking more frazzled
then before. Which was impressive given her costume. Mac was also
with her again, heaving and wheezing.

“M-man how c-can it
be so hard t-to find that little loudmouth w-when you need him?”
Frankie wheezed, annoyed.

It was then the house was rocked to
it’s foundations by the kind of roar you only hear in the movies in
surround sound. It sounded angry, it sounded violated, it sounded
like-

“Eduardo!” all three cried at once.

“Bloo!”
Mac added as a split second after thought.

Of all
the things to expect, this wasn’t it at all.

Bloo had tried
getting the key down with the wooden end of the broom at first, but
when that failed he used the other end. This way was a bit difficult,
what with the thick bristles now being at the top of the long pole.
But finally he moved it to where the key was, and the key
fell.

Unlocking the door was no problem. It was opening it
that was difficult, it was heavier then it looked and that’s saying
something of a metal door. But finally he pushed it open enough to
look inside.

Eduardo felt this room was his safe
haven. Wilt had assured him time and time again, year after year,
that this was his safe room. No one could get into this room. You
shouldn’t be scared of anything in this room. No one can hurt
you.

But he had been wrong. After so many years, something
horrible had worked out how to get inside.

Something had
worked out how to get inside HIS safe room.

As soon as the
door was wide enough Eduardo threw the blanket off of himself, leapt
and landed right in front of whatever it was (he was so terrified
that he was literally blind to what was really there), and bared his
massive teeth which suddenly seemed far more threatening then normal.
His purple fur which was normally so soft, and gentle to the touch
had risen with such ferocity you’d think he had doubled in size. His
eyes too, seemed to had been removed of any worry lines that normally
were there. His pupils were large, dilated, angry but terrified in
the same instance.

Wow. Eduardo’s teeth are
huge.

That was the last thing Bloo thought until Eduardo
unleashed a savage roar of epic proportions right into his
face.

Then everything went black.

. . .

To be continued.