Summary: Six years have passed since Bloo began living at Foster's, and Mac is now 14. He has to face the hardships of high school, his human friends, and imaginary friends while still keeping the fact that he visits Foster's after school a semi-secret. Not only will stress ware him down, but also his actions. Can Wilt, Frankie, and Bloo confront and convince Mac that what he's doing is wrong, or will it be too late to save Mac from himself?

Chapter One: Something's up With Mac

Sometimes, Mac thought to himself, sometimes can't life be EASY? Mac poked glumly at his sausages. He prodded the pancakes and watched the syrup ooze from their spongy bodies. Even his lunch had to be lifeless, not to mention his whole day. Or his entire life, for that matter.

Bloo popped suddenly out of his backpack. "Aw," he said loudly, "cheer up big guy! At least I love ya!" Bloo jumped in front of him on the table. Mac just gave him an 'I don't know you' kind of stare, but continued to play with the rubbery sausage. One of Mac's best human friends, Robert, sat next to him. "Man, look at this shit," he said, bouncing the sausage off his plate. Another of his friends, Sally, sat down across from him. "Ew," she said, looking at Robert with disgust, "you're actually picking it up with your hands?"

Max, Alex, and Isabella also joined the table. Max plopped the tray down next to Sally and handed her one of the many sporks he snagged from the cafeteria. "Yay!" she squealed. She hugged him impulsively, until she noticed that everyone's eyes were on them. Mac smiled, the first time in a while that he smiled in fact, but said nothing. Alex cocked an eyebrow and start singing "Sally and Max, sittin' in a tree..." Sally slung a plastic fork at her, and Alex sat staring at her, mouth open with shock, and Sally began to apologize.

Then Alex smiled and threw a sausage at her. Sally gaped at her, and so the food fight began. Mac just sighed disapprovingly and grabbed his bag. He didn't recall seeing Bloo on the table after the food fight began. "Bloo," he said, scanning the cafeteria for him. Then he saw the glob on Isabella's shoulder, just about to throw a packet of syrup at one of the football players.

"Bloo!" Mac yelled impatiently. "What?" Bloo replied innocently. When Mac's look of displeasure didn't soften, Bloo jumped into Mac's backpack. "And don't follow me to school tomorrow," Mac added. Bloo sighed and snuggled into the dark nylon pouch inside of Mac's backpack.

Mac stepped off the bus and took his backpack off, letting Bloo outside. Bloo gasped for air. "Man," he said in between breathes, "what happened to letting me out for last period?" Mac glanced at the tall iron gates. "I guess I forgot," Mac said flatly.

Bloo noticed the blank tone of his voice. "Hey, Mac," he said quieter than his usual voice, "Are you okay?" Mac looked down at the blue glob, staring up at him sincerely. "Yeah, I'm fine," Mac answered, his tone still empty and flat. "See you tomorrow Bloo," Mac said. "What!" Bloo exclaimed. "You're not staying!" Mac shrugged and looked down the street. "I have other things to do." He walked away, closing the discussion for the day.

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Bloo stood in amazement, his jaw almost reaching the pavement. He turned to the gates, and began to slowly open them and walk toward the entrance to the mansion. "Mac...didn't..stay..." Bloo whispered, traumatized and saddened by Mac's behavior. "Didn't stay," he repeated. "Oh my god," he said louder. He ran toward the house, screaming bloody murder.

He ran up the stairs and burst into Frankie's room. "FRANKIE!" he screamed. "WHAT!" she screamed back, mortified by his tone and by his sudden urgency. Bloo gasped for breath (running up several flights of stairs can really take the air out of you) for so long that Frankie shook him while shouting "WHAT!" Then Wilt, Edwardo, and Coco came running to Frankie's room, worried with all the screaming. "What's wrong?" Wilt asked. Bloo blinked and waved his arms. "Something's wrong with Mac!" Bloo screamed, his voice cracking. "He didn't want to stay! He's not himself! Maybe," Bloo gasped, his voice still loud, "he was abducted by aliens!"

Wilt and Frankie sighed, Coco shook her head and started to walk away, and Edwardo bit his fingernails. "Really?" he asked Bloo, his voice shaky. "No," Wilt explained. "Aliens don't exist. Bloo just has an overactive imagination."

Frankie and Bloo completely ignored him. "Bloo, you scared me. I thought this was important." Bloo gaped at her. "But it IS!" he insisted.

Bloo followed Wilt and Frankie around the Mansion until finally they caved and agreed to take Bloo to Mac's house.

He walked up the steps, Wilt and Frankie behind him. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered to Wilt.

Bloo knocked on the door, but it creaked open on its own. "Mac?" Bloo asked. No answer. No one seemed to be home, although the TV was on at a level of volume that could blow someone's eardrums out. "Mac!" Bloo yelled louder. But still there was no answer. Frankie and Wilt wondered inside behind Bloo. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea Bloo. Maybe we should just go home," Wilt suggested. "Nonsense," Bloo insisted. "We need to help Mac, something is seriously wrong with him."

He ran up the stairs, shouting to Mac but getting no reply. Bloo searched every closet, room, and corner of the house. He went back down stairs in defeat, and was just about to leave when he saw light blaring from under the downstairs bathroom door.

"Mac!" he shouted, running to the door. "Bloo!" Frankie shouted after him. But he was in the bathroom before she could protest. Frankie and Wilt followed him.

The blank hospital theme was almost blinding. White everything. But the sink was the only object that wasn't entirely white.