A/N: Before you read this fic I must tell you first that this is a sequel to my other Foster's fic called"Mobile". I suggest you read "Mobile" because this story will date back to some of the events in , I don't own Foster's. Mary-Linn is mine though (yes, Mary-Linn returns -evil music turns on in the background-)

"BLOO! GET BACK HERE!" Frances "Frankie" Foster screamed as the small blue blob ran away laughing.

"NEVER! MWHAHAHAHAHA!" He screamed back to the raging 22 year old woman. He was holding something behind his back, obviously something of Frankie's.

"Bloo! I mean it you little... Grrr!" Frankie screamed at the blue imaginary friend again, her face literally red with anger Bloo, not listening to anything she was saying ran into a room, closed the door and locked it.

"BLOOOOOOOO!" She yelled, banging her hands against the hard wooden door. "GET OUT HERE NOW! I MEAN IT! BLOO? BLOOOOO!"

She finally stopped screaming and fell to her knees. Why in the world did she have to deal with this 24/7? Why did she have to work in this nut house known as Foster's?

"I will never have my own life, will I?"

She sighed and buried her face in her knees. Suddenly, the door flew open (squishing Frankie against the wall) and out came Bloo, wearing a pink bra around his chest (or what he had of a chest).

"Hello everybody! I am Frankie." Bloo announced to all the imaginary friends in a high pitched girly voice. "I'm so awesome! I'm better then everyone here! I have to boss everyone around 'cause I'm sooooo much better then them! Blah blah blah! Yak yak yak! Yadda yadda yadda!"

Frankie, who managed to squeeze herself out from behind the door, watched in horror at what Bloo was doing.

"Look at me! Look at how big and sexy my boobs are." Bloo continued, holding up the bra cups like they were his own breasts.

Everyone was laughing. Laughing at Bloo's jokes. Laughing at Frankie! Frankie's face turned red again, now with embarrassment. She hid her face in her hands. She had thought she had gotten away from being laughed at when she got out of school. Apparently she was wrong.

"Why oh why must I be cursed like this?"

Right as Frankie was about to run away she heard the loud squeeking of running shoes. Looking up she came face to, um, legs with a rather tall (okay, really tall) and a bit broken up imaginary friend. This lofty friend was named Wilt and had been a resident of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends for quite some time now.

Wilt, walking over to Bloo, bent down so that Bloo's and his eyes (or eye actually, only one eye worked) met. Bloo gulped.

"Oh no..." Bloo mumbled under his breath. He knew that his little game was over now.

"Bloo," Wilt said to the nervous blue blob. " I'm sorry but that's not cool. Now please give me the, er, bra and stop being so mean."

Bloo, glaring at Wilt, unstrapped the bra and threw it in Wilt's hand.

"Fine!" Bloo yelled, crossing his arms. "I was getting bored playing that anyway."

Bloo stormed away, followed by a few other imginary friends who were mumbling something about people have no sense of humor anymore.

Wilt walked back over to Frankie and smiled a bit nervously.

"Er, um, hi Frankie." He said, handing her the bra. "Um, here you go."

Wilt was obviously a bit embarrassed about having the bra in his hand.

"Um, thanks." Frankie said to him back, about as embarrassed as Wilt was.

"Hey, no problemo Frankie!" Wilt replied, snapping out of his nervousness. "I'm happy to help you. Um, are you gonna be okay?"

Frankie smiled up at him and stood up.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just have to put this bra away." She smirked as she held up the bra.

Wilt shrugged.

"Okay then. See ya later." He waved as he walked away.

"Bye." Frankie waved back. Once he had gone she sighed and made her way back to her room. When she was finally in her room she put her bra away, plopped on her bed, and burst out into tears. She was rarely this emotionally, but today Bloo had pushed her to the edge.

"Why do I have to deal with this crap?"

Eh, first chapter. Sorry if it was kinda pointless, the next chapy will be better (I hope). Next chapter coming soon.