Bored Blooregard A "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends" fanfiction.
Written by Cartoonsey DeJubbyjub
Disclaimer: All I own are Toast, the hallway, and a bar of chocolate. Craig McCracken is, without a doubt, a genius.
This is my first ever "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends" fanfiction. Please bear with me.
Bloo boredly wandered through the lengthy halls of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. There had to be something to do around here. The small, blue, imaginary friend had already played five games of tag with Coco, three games of hide and seek with Eduardo and Coco, and had attempted one game of basketball with Coco, Eduardo, and Wilt. That hadn't been the best decision they had ever made. After repeatedly missing the laundry basket Wilt had set up for the group to play with, Bloo had become so frustrated that he'd thrown the ball with all of his strength at the wall.
Unfortunately, Frances had been passing by at that moment and had swiftly found herself with a nasty lump on the back of her head and a much smaller amount of patience for Bloo's natural mischief-making abilities. The entire quartet had fled the immediate area and sought refuge in their bedroom for all of one minute before the smallest had announced he was going to find something to amuse himself with. Wilt had kindly reminded Bloo to stay out of Frances's path until she decided to calm herself and her temper. Coco suggested he offer to help the woman with her chores to get back on her good side. Bloo had bluntly commented his thoughts on the idea and earned a ruffled look from the wacky, imaginary friend, a shocked one from Wilt, and a wail of sorts from the remaining member of the group. It was then that he left the room after an embarrassed apology and an uncomfortable silence that went on for two minutes.
That brought Mac's best idea back to the present moment. Bewilderment passed through Blooregard Q. Kazoo. Where in the name of flapjacks was he?
This particular hall was a strange, blurry, silvery-blue color, and all of the doors had green, red, purple, or white doorknobs. The lone imaginary friend looked back in the direction he had just come from. None of the doors or doorknobs down that way looked normal, either, and Bloo could not see the end of the hall.
'How long have I been down here?' he wondered to himself.
Deciding to ask the residents of the rooms with the odd doors how to get back to the familiar section of the house, Bloo opened the door nearest to him on his right. For the rest of his life, he would always remember which door it was he opened first because the experience later creeped the heck out of him. Inside of the seemingly strange and dark but not at all dangerous room came a cheerful, if not loud, bit of music that the small, imaginary friend was pretty sure he had heard on a commercial for chocolate a year or so ago. Also inside of the residence was a small, brown and tan, imaginary friend who bore resemblance to a cross between a mutant fairy and a mutant kitten.
She looked up from the book she was reading, the chocolate commercial song ended, and a new classical sounding one began. There was a pause during which the two imaginary friends studied one another. The feline, imaginary friend was about Bloo's height, and her room was decorated with photographs, portraits, paintings, and sketches of a wide variety of subjects not a few of which included a younger Mr. Herriman, a smaller Frances, and a much, much younger Madame Foster. When the more blue of the two realized he had been staring at the more feline of the two for the past ten minutes non-stop, a blush raced across his face, and a foreign and not exactly pleasant feeling flooded his stomach. An upbeat song was playing now. However, Blooregard Q. Kazoo, regardless of his former boredom, did not feel like dancing.
The female, feline, imaginary friend stopped the music with a flick of one of her two twice-split tails and, with the same tail, switched the music to a different station. A light, cheerful tune accompanied by the singing voices of a young male or two who didn't seem to have been able to be bothered with coming up with a more complex chorus than "mm-" and some random verb filled the air.
There was yet another pause, though this one was much more uncomfortable for Bloo.
"You dance?" the female, imaginary friend asked of him suddenly.
He looked blankly at her for several moments before responding.
"...Huh?"
"You dance?" the other repeated the question.
"Uh, sometimes, I guess, when Mac wants to," Bloo answered.
"Your creator still keeps you, huh?" the feline fairy questioned as she read.
"Sorta," was the response. "His mom wanted me gone, so I stay here and won't get adopted as long as he visits everyday."
The brown and tan, imaginary friend looked up from her book again and seemed to think before saying as she switched the music again, "You want to get back to the 'normal' part of Foster's."
Blooregard Q. Kazoo, for once in his fairly short, loud-mouthed life, was speechless.
"Go back the way you came," the music-switching, imaginary friend explained. "Don't think about it."
"Just get your butt out of my doorway and do it."
"Before I decide to keep you as a pet."
...He stared.
"...Do the words 'permanently trapped in a living nightmare' mean anything to you?"
"I was just kinda wondering..." Bloo trailed off as he blushed and felt idiotic.
"Yes, chibi no aoi?"
He opened his mouth and then shut it in temporary bewilderment before continuing, "What's your name?"
"My name is Toast DeJubbyjub, but you, chibi no aoi, may call me 'Toast,'" the female replied after a few moments.
"Okay," said a somewhat confused Bloo. After he got over the confusion he added,
"I'm Bloo. Nice to meet ya... I think."
"Nice," commented Toast. "Now shoo, Bloo."
"Uh, okay. See ya later."
"Ja ne."
After a moment, Blooregard Q. Kazoo closed the door and headed back the way he came wondering whether Frances was still angry with him. Before he realized it, the small, blue,
imaginary friend was back in the familiar part of the house. Bloo turned about while hoping that he would see the other hallway.
All he saw, however, was the wall directly behind him.
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Cartoonsey