A rather large idea that's been concocted in my mind over time. Don't let this first "Prologue" seem like a large letter to Fans of Foster's. In fact, it's a letter, but from my character in this story. :3 I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own the beauty of imaginary friends, nor should I ever be bestowed the honor...I pity myself and anyone else who wishes the same ;.;.
I tell
you, we met here on purpose
I bet they
can't wait
To wake us
up...
Howie Day - End of Our Days
You would think that after serving more then five hundred imaginary friends for more then 30 years, at least one person would realize the rather sick realism of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. In fact, one would think after serving for such a long time, one would realize the sick realism of the human mind. They are not amused for the longest time, nor for the easiest and most common object. The term 'imaginary friend' can be placed into physical objects other then the origin, such as toys, games, and even other people.
Television has become one of the things to replace imaginary friends. Why bother creating your own when you can enjoy characters on a screen, and steal them instead? Why bother creating your own when you can play a video game with machine guns, tearing apart another's creation or the creator themselves? In the end, one realizes the sick realism of it all indeed.
Imaginary friends can no longer be served as humans are. They're considered objects for the short length of time they are with their creator, or their adopter. They're nothing more then creatures to help save the human's life and mental processes, rather then sharing and saving them for each other. The selfish human being then tosses away their friend, a mere toy, back into the toy chest, out into a yard sale, or even worse, just practically in the street, where they become spoiled, ruined, and evaporate into complete nothingless.
In realizing this point, one wonders why Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends exist. While many will fight for the fact that imaginary friends are just as human as we are, and deserve a place to stay, many will fight that it is nothing more then a prison, and a prison of lost memories. I, myself, would give pity had I been a simple jogger on the street, stopping by to gaze at the luxurious Victorian house. I'd give pity to every imaginary friend in there, despite the laughter flying from the open windows, and the daily routine of a certain boy heading to the doors monotonously.
But due to current events, I cannot even think of a reason to give pity to those who do not wish for it. While imaginary friends are adopted or created for whatever purpose, they serve their time and most likely wind up there. Normally, I'd ask the owner why, how, and when they came up with such an outrageous idea. But due to current events, I can't ask these questions normally, for they can never be answered so simply. It takes some sincere experience within the home and lifestyle of Foster's to realize the beauty of it all. While the imaginary friends are simply given and abandoned each and every time, they enjoy every moment of it, relishing in the ability to have that memory.
I only say this because of the fact I have my own imaginary friend, as old as I am. Though now it doesn't seem as uncanny as Madame Foster has her own imaginary friend. In fact, I can no longer find a reason as to why any age shouldn't have an imaginary friend. At any age in any time, humans can find themselves lost and alone, and it is in that time, however small or large it may be, that they find themselves a friend, any friend, even an imaginary friend.
My imaginary friend is no different then me, other then the fact he's rather tall, and male. I'd consider the fur a difference, however due to my occupation, it's no longer such a difference anymore. As stated previously, any age deserves an imaginary friend, and perhaps getting to know him at the time, in my state of anger, depression, rebellion, and doubt, saved me from the habitual knowledge of thinking imaginary friends are stupid.
They are no different from humans. While we think of the future and the past, so do they, but we all live for the current present, with the current problems, with the current situations. I thank whomever created me for giving me the ability to desire my wants, desire my needs, and act upon them with decisive thinking. But in the event that I met my imaginary friend, I acted without thinking.
And in the end, it made me realize that the sick realism of the human mind, and the faults we accidently or purposely made, can be just as life-saving as Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.
-Teff Riven
Upcoming Chapter: Hurt Once, Used Thrice
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh
Every day of my life...
Kelly Clarkson - Because of You
