Notes: This story is based off Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, the first chapter taking place on the first episode 'House of Bloos' and follows along the episodes. If you have not watched the show or cannot remember, I assure you, you need no background on this show.
Technically this is the first few episodes taken and put into story form, so if you are not interested in a this, that's fine, but if you are, enjoy!
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September 2nd, 2003
Bloo was created for a multitude of reasons - a long list of saddening reasons, from loneliness due to his Mother's absence to the terror that his older brother caused him.
But if it had to be one reason, blue blob was made for no other reason than a friend - one to look too for guidance or help, to cheer you up on an off day, or one who always sat by your side no matter the circumstances.
Mac grew up in the dampened streets of the city, a rundown apartment that had leaking faucets and occasionally no hot water for showers. He despised it, but Bloo managed to always make up for the dreariness of his home.
His Imaginary Friend was simple, almost a cylindric shape with two pure eyes filled with depths of chaos and mischief. When needed, his arms showed, but mostly hung to the side of his body, not visible. He was sky blue - the purest color of blue seen, but his small appearance was always misjudged.
Bloo held a strong narcissistic demeanor that was the complete opposite of Mac's surprising maturity and calm attitude. Some were surprised that one like Mac could create such a rambunctious creature, the two were practically opposites most of the time.
Blooregard Q. Kazoo was the inner childish side of Mac, the outgoing ego he never showed, and the annoying kid that Mac never really was. Bloo was a liar, a thief, a bragger, and an idiot almost all the time. He was all that Mac could have been - he was the alternate being of his creator. And still they had such a close bond the phrase, 'opposites attract' couldn't begin to describe it.
But Imaginary Friends were things created for reasons you didn't even realize at times. Like when Mac was constantly threatened by his older brother Terrence.
It was early on the Tuesday morning. Rain dripped off the windows and Mac had rejoiced at the delayed school day due to the flooding, but turned to be cornered by his gangly teenage sibling. He was dragged backwards with a loud shriek of protest.
Terrence knew he was too small, and to weak to actually fight back, so the younger brother had no idea how to escape this situation.
"Terrence, let go-" The boy scrambled, his hands digging into the soft carpet but to no avail as he was still pulled by his brother. The brunette was in emergency panic mode, clawing, shouting as loud as possible. The teenager laughed with a deep rasp in his throat, cussing out his sibling in the least dignified manner.
Mac managed to leap from his grip, hopping over the couch as the bully proceeded to chase him.
"Come here you little runt-" The teenager was cut off as a blue streak shot out and lunged. Mac winced and fell, looking up in amazement as his best friend came to his aid. The blob propped himself up on the teen's shoulder nonchalantly, startling the boy.
"Hello Stupid. I don't believe that boy over there is a chew toy or yours so..." The Imaginary Friend gave an eerily sinister grin before balling up his fist to punch Terrence in the face. "Back off!"
The fight continued, Bloo crawling all over and causing the older brother to trip and hurt himself. The two crashed into the sliding glass doorframe that led out to the small balcony and cracked the cabinets. The blue figure bolted up the shelves and stuck out his tongue with a cackling laugh.
"Look, this is just too easy." Bloo leaned over and dropped a flowerpot directly on the teen's head. Terrence crumpled, and stilled on the carpet while the Imaginary Friend waltzed over to Mac's hiding place, a victorious smile plastered on his face.
He leaned forward and grabbed Mac from his uncomfortable position curled into the corner of the couch, and balanced him. But when his creator just cowered more his smirk turned down, his eyes curving so his uncertainty and worry showed.
"Hey, buddy..." The Friend patted his back, trailing off uneasily, "You okay?"
Slowly, Mac tilted his head up to look at his creation with wide, soft and such innocent eyes, Bloo cringed. His gaze went between Terence and his Friend before snapping his hands around the blue blob and pulling him into a hug.
"Thanks Bloo."
"Anytime." Was the shy response as the creation shrugged and returned the hug awkwardly, with a genuine pleased look.
When he saw his creator being bullied he broke, never having such rage or pain before. The Friend laid in the boy's arms contently as Mac's snuffles slowed, easing away. Bloo nudged into his lap to sit on his right so the brunette wouldn't see the blooming bruise on his eye and side.
After a minute, Bloo managed to take Mac back to his room and make him breathe easy while he closed the door and cared for the young boy. There were rare moments such as this where the Imaginary Friend showed his compassion and changed his entire ego. When Bloo acted mature and did what he needed too.
The Friend stared sadly at the clock that only read two minutes of eleven, knowing Mac's mother would not return until much later in the evening. He would have to freely learn how to fix this situation without help or guidance. And he was never any good at that.
"Mac?" Bloo managed after a few minutes in silence. The brunette blinked, focused, and realized his friend was speaking to him before lifting his face. He looked terrified. Traumatized.
"Bloo, I-"
"Listen pal," The blob held up one of his hands, closing his eyes and sighing, "You know I'm here for you, even with all of that mopey-mushy emotional stuff. We can talk if you'd like."
The creator had a ghost of a smile on his lips and that's all it took, Bloo leaping upward to bounce on the side of the bed.
"Come on," He ruffled the boy's bangs with enthusiasm, "Lighten up! I just kicked Terrence's butt!"
"I guess you...did."
"No you didn't guess, I totally KO'ed him!" The Imaginary Friend yelled in his high pitched voice with achievement.
Mac chuckled, and it formed into full grown laughter as the creator and creation spun around and flung themselves on top of each other. The brunette tackled his Friend and pressed his forehead to Bloo's. The excitement wore off the second the boy cuddled the blob, which yet again was a rare occurrence.
"You," He nuzzled the blue creature, ignoring the embarrassed look he got in return, "Blooregard Q. Kazoo are the best Imaginary Friend I could ever ask for."
Bloo was speechless for once, so apparently today was a day for breaking records. The Friend's eyes watered slightly, before he wiped them away as quick as they came. With a flustered shrug, he nodded.
"Yeah, I know."
"Bloo."
"What?" The thing snickered as Mac gave him a rough, but joking, shove. Finally both of their voices died in their throats and they just sat. Then Mac cringed.
"How do I explain this to Mom?" He whispered, heart beating in his ears. "Do you think she'll believe it was Terrence, I mean, he still may be unconscious on the floor!"
Silence fell over the two and then the Imaginary Friend stood almost solemnly.
"Blame it on me."
"What!"
"Blame." The blob elongated the word, "The whole entire mess. On. Me."
The boy shook his head with a firm stare and irritated grimace. "No way, no how Bloo."
The creation gave in, waving his hands angrily, "I don't want to see you get in trouble again! She grounded you that other time -"
"That was a month ago." Mac glared, watching the blob storm around their small bedroom.
"Mac, you know how she acts when something bad happens and it involves me, she continuously blames you because..." Bloo choked, "Because I'm your creation, and that's all I am. I can't take that. I don't care if you put the blame on me...it's worth it."
The creation gave a wobbly smile, and Mac was still, never seeing his Friend like this before. The two stopped and looked at each other for a long time. The boy shook his head and patted the side of the bed, beckoning for the blob to move.
Creator and creation sat side by side as Bloo curled inward and Mac leaned on his side.
