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Well hello, I'm Nenilein, 17 years old, austrian, and just love writting. From time to time, I feel the strange urge to write cartoon-fanfictions, even though I'm actually more of a Manga/Anime girl. But Foster's home is one of the best Cartoons I've seen in a while and I just had to write about it. The story is mainly about Mac creating and befriending Bloo, but also involving a little side-plot with 17-years old Frankie Foster.

I tried to stay in-character as much as possible, but I had to make 3-years old Mac very whiny and kind of a wimp to justify his reasons of creating Bloo. Don't worry, he'll be pretty much the Mac we know by the end of the story.

I hope you enjoy reading. ^^

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In the corner.

There was no backing of any further than this.

He was in the corner.

„Now, hand it over!"

„B-but Terrance…"

Mac squeezed the thing against his cheest.

„I… I made it a-all by myself… I wanted Mom to…"

„Hand it over!"

The thing was a fantasy-animal, made of clay, almost to big for Mac to carry.

That, on the other hand, didn't mean that it was especially big. Mac was the one who was tiny.

A little boy, just turned 3.

Little. Shy. Afraid.

And Terrance just kept coming closer.

„Uhmm.. Uhh… Hey!-"

Finally, Terrance just snatched the sculpture out of Mac's hands.

„Gottcha."

„T-Terrance…. Give it back. Please!"

„What's that even supposed to be? A buttugly… ugly thing?"

Mac tried to get his possesion back, but Terrance just kept pushing him away in a pretty violant manner.

Mac's eyes became all wet.

„Why are you doing this, Terrance--?"

Seeing his little brother that miserable, Terrance just started to laugh at him:

„Oh, you aren't crying, are ya, twerp? You're such a baby!

Now, just watch."

Terrance rose his arm with Mac's clay-sculpture in it. Mac shrieked. He knew what his brother was going to do now:

„NO! Terrance, please not, it took me so long, please don't—I'll do every—„

CRASH.

Terrance laughed:

„Oh sorry, were you saying anything? I just wasn't listening at all, because trashing your stuff is way to much fun! HAHAHA!"

Mac said nothing. He just kneeled down over what used to be his hard work.

He just wanted to show his mother, what he could already do. Now he could only show her shattered pieces.

Why? What did he do wrong?...

„Aww, weeping little Baby!"

Terrance was right… Mac was crying. But it was less because of the statue, than…

„Ah!"

Suddenly, Terrance pulled Mac up on his shirt. He fixated his little brothers eyes.

Mac tried to find his voice again… he just had to say something, but..

„T-Terrance…. Mom wouldn't like this, because.. because she…. And Dad, he always…. I…"

Terrance just rolled his eyes and shock him:

„AH!"

„OK, now, listen up, twerp, and better listen good! If you don't want this to happen to everything else in your room as well, you're better not telling Mom a single word of this!"

„B-But… You wouldn't…"

„OH, I would, I promise! Muwhahaha!"

He just threw Mac back into the corner of the room and went away.

„Not.

A Word!"

Terrance turned the light of and slammed the door behind him.

Mac could hear a clicking noise.

Terrance had locked the door. Again.

Which means, he would only unlock it when Mom comes home. Which means, that their mother would find Mac, and just Mac in the living room, along with this mess of broken clay.

„This isn't fair…"

Mac cowered in his corner:

„Why can't Terrance be nice to me? Why can't he just leave me alone? I wish Dad was still here… when he was around, he and Mom would always care for both of us… But now, Mom's always gone. I'm always alone with Terrance! And he's so mean…

..I'm always alone…"

In the darkness of the closed room, Mac took one of the clay-pieces and though aloud:

„If… If there was just someone with me… Someone, who's not that afraid of Terrance… Someone, who would just tell him to go away…Then…"

Mac stood up.

His knees hurt. Terrance gave him a though beating.

Mac went up to the window and pulled the certains aside. The stars were shining brightly beyond it.

„I…

All I want is… a friend. Someone, who is more coinfident than me. Someone, who's a little „stronger" than me. Someone, who's not afraid of doing something he wants to do. Someone…

Someone who can show me what it's like to be not so… lonely..."

Mac closed his eyes.

He could see him clearly now. His very own friend… Yes, that was, what he should be like…

„It would be so great, if someone like that was really here…"

„I am here!"

„HUH?"

Mac turned around. It was dark still dark in the room and he couldn't see a thing. He just thought, he heard a voice. A voice, he never heard before, and yet it sounded familiar.

„Err… is somebody there?"

„Geez, it's dark in here! Where's this stupid swi—Aha!"

Mac backed off a bit, as the lights in the room turned on suddenly, blinding him momentarily.

When he opened his eyes again and look in front of him, there was…

Something.

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Yeah, I admitt, the part with Mac wishing for a friend is pretty much from Lilo&Stitch. Sorry about that, but it seemed to fit so good. At least I didn't make him wish for an angel. *shrugs*.

Yes, more is coming soon, and yes, it becomes less corny and more Foster's-like. ;-)