Foster’s Porn Story: Fosters Home For Imagionary Chaos Chapter 3

Mac’s eyes slowly opened
after what seemed to be an eternity. His vision however, was terribly
blurred for he could not differenchiate the masses of People and IFs
that surrounded him.

“Mac…you okay?”
Frankie bent down and examined him.

“Yea..I think so.”
replied the weary, not fully awake Mac as he struggled to open his
eyes fully.

“Well hey, at least
he’s alive right?” sneered a very uncaring and tone-less voice
from across the room.

“Bloo shut up!”
demanded Frankie as she picked up the boy with one arm and gently
began to stroke him softly on the head.

“What? Can’t I say
something without getting yelled at? GAWD you people are
so…so…jerky.”

“Master Blooregard!”
began Mr. Herriman, “Do you realize the full extent of what you
have done to poor Master Mac? You could’ve killed him!”

“AW C’mon! people!”
retorted Bloo who seemed the least concerned, “I would NEVER
kill him, I mean, after ALL he’s done for me-“

“That will be quite
enough Master Bloo!” demanded Mr. Herriman as he ushered Bloo to
his office.

Mac finnialy could see
normally. He scanned the area around him to notice there was quite a
few people.

“Well, He got what
was comming to him.” remarked Mdame Foster as she entered the
small enclosed room.

“Grandma! How could
so say that?” demaded Frankie.

“Oh no,no,no I wasn’t
taking about Mac, I was speaking of Bloo. That careless cruel-hearted
jerk!”

Frankie took Mac into his
room and gently placed him in his bed and sat beside where hey lie.

“Bloo is right..”
began Mac, “When IS the last time I’ve ever really showed
apprechiation for him?”

“Mac, that’s not
important right now.” assured Frankie, “What matters is
that you are okay. Are you?”

Mac did not answer. For it
would be too obvious for anyone to think he was. What would be the
point of lying to her and telling her he was? His mom is dead, His
best freind nearly killed him, and now he’s being asked if he is
okay. The stupidest person would know that answer, and it was that he
was not.

“Look pal, I’m sure
Mr. Herriman will have a nice long talk with Bloo, and he’ll shape up
and tthings can get back to the way they should be.” Frankie got
no response. For the boy was already fast asleep. She got up and
headed to the dining room where everyone was normally seated for
dinner.

She passed by Bloo who was
eating his food as he normally would…like a frigging pig.

“Bloo, eat properly!”
she asked as she walked towards the kitchen.

Bloo however persisted his
un-ruly consumption of the meal, he seemd to be un-altered by either
the lecture, nor the incident that occured just hours ago.

“Do you think Mac’s
okay?” asked Wilt who hoped to see Bloo answer honestly but he
did not.

“Who cares?”
retorted loo, “He got hiis punishment, and now he’s dealing with
the “aftermath” I could really care less about him right
now.”

“Bloo. Your saying
this about Mac, the boy who created you and made sure you didn’t live
out in the cold.. how could yo-“

“Hey first of all
Wilt, It was MY isea to come here in the first, plac, HE was
skeptical about it. And another thing. He created me sure, but does
he take care of me like he should? NO. Conversation over.”

Wilt and a few
eavsdroppers gawked in disbelief at what they were hearing. This
ignorent, self-centered blob seemed to have no remorse whatsoever for
his creator and best freind. To them, it seemed completley unreal.
But it was the truth…

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So ends chapter three! As
usual, rants, reviews, questions are welcome!