Hey guys author Ways here once again bringing you a new fanfic as much as I love action and adventure I thought I'd try my hand at a realistic touch on one of my favorite shows as a child. That's right I am going to write a fanfic on Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends. But this takes place like 5 years in the future written through Mac's POV. Cuz let's face it I need Mac a little more serious if wanna write this so I decided 13 is gonna be good enough, I'm 14 and believe me I'm one of the most serious people you will ever know (under the current circumstances). So ya, I would like to thank Cartoon Network for introducing me to Fosters as a child because the show taught me that imagination and friendship (cheesy iI know) the reason I thanked Cartoon Network is because as I' m writing this ist is the end of their 20th anniversary month and I haven't thanked them in any of the fanfics this month I should've thanked them in (i.e. Our Little Virtual Trip To France, and Totally Fictional Island). So anyways on with the fanfic I hope you enjoy The Death of Madam Foster.
The Death of Madam Foster
Chapter 1: The funeral
I can't really explain what's happened here in Fosters' couple of months because even I can't explain what's happened. Sure Bloo, Wilt, Coco, and Eduardo are my best friends and I've made more friends in school anc the deal had to be adjusted when I hit middle school last year. But that's not the point. About 3 months ago Madam Foster had gotten sick, it's a disease I can't explain Frankie and Mr. Herriman said I'm too young to understand. But when that happened things changed at Fosters, Herriman had been in Madam Fosters room all day along with Goo for a couple of hours each day so Frankie had to take over Herriman's job whileme, Goo, Eduardo, Wilt, and even Bloo took over a lot of Frankie's chores. I asked Goo every day if the Madam had gotten any better but she said no according to her for the first one and a half months she had been getting Greyer and greyer. At the second one and a half months she had been removed from the mansion and put into intensive care at the hospital everyone at the house wanted to see her so Frankie took some of her freetime to arrange when we could see her, even Duchess went to see her. When it was coming down to the wire last week she had finally given up and me, Bloo, Mr. Herriman, Goo, Wilt, and Eduardo had watched her die. The house has never been the same ever since.
I am seated on a chair inside the Foster's lobby which is filled with old people, imaginary friends, business associates, and rich people alike where the funeral is supposed to commence I am between Goo and Bloo. Go is crying and I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and tell her 'it's going to be ok' even Goo is tearing up a little as Madam Foster's lawyer is reading out of the bible. The whole thing is a blur really until Mr. McIntyre calls people up to say a few words about Madam Foster. I feel a little queasy as I watch Frankie get up to the Podium in her sleek black dress. She begins "My Grandmother was a kind hearted, gentle, and adventurous woman. She always told me stories about her youth and adult life, even as a child she was a straight forward and confident. She's traveled the globe and was a deep sea scuba diver, where she found 2 treasures, the world famous Foster's treasure but also her husband who was also dedicated to imaginary friends too. Together with the treasure they got the building funds to create Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends where she got married and kept her maiden name and had their first child, my father Arthur Trent. From then on she took in Imaginary friends into her mansion including her very own beloved Mr. Herriman who had been by her side since she was 2 and the very first couple of friends, Uncle Pockets, Wilt, Flame Broil Cody, and Josiah Wonkyshoes. The house had grown and she had decided to let people adopt the friends when a little girl known as Mary Ann Joseph had asked I she could take home one of the 20 friends she had in the house at the time. My Grandmother was a true hero making sure that all these friends were not left on the streets and cared for each of these friends as I they were her own where would we be without my Grandma?" She begins to tear up but continues in a weak sobbing manor, "Grandma, I wish that you were here to give me a hug and reassure me like you did to me and my father as a child, telling me that things would be ok, even now when things look so grim." Wow poor Frankie this is the first time I've seen her let out feelings about her Grandmother's death. We applaud as Frankie walks off the podium we applaud and it seems Bloo is fighting back the tears that are flooding his eyes.
Then Mr. Herriman comes to the podium I can't imagine how he could be feeling now that Madam Foster's gone, "As many of you know Madam Foster is my creator and I have to say that she was a kind, compassionate, young hearted woman who had quite the imagination. As you can see here," Herriman says and get's a bit of laughter Good Mr. H a little laughter in such a trying time "She gave me life, and was a true care giver even though I seem uptight to most people she understood me and was a true friend. We had our fun and games as a child, our growing bond as an adult, and a good laugh when she became an elderly woman. Even at her point of being an elder she still seemed like the sweet little girl that I hopped around with as a young rabbit. I truly will miss the madam and was with her in her final hours, now without her here I've done a lot of thinking, and I'm not done thinking, I just know that I should keep her legacy running, and that she will be in my heart forever." Mr. Herriman hops off the stage making his usually thumping sound.
Goo now gets up and walks onto the stage next. "I thought about this a million times in the past week and I decided that I would sing a song about Madam Foster." I'm surprised I haven't heard Goo sing for five years and if my memory serves correctly she wasn't very good. She takes out an Ipod and puts it in a speaker. The sweet violins come in and she begins to sing
"I will always remember the times we spent together,
When I first brought in my friends,
When you believed in me when others didn't,
When I entertained you with my imagination.
To love and to lose you,
To care and to trust you,
To be your friend,
I will always remember you Madam Foster.
I will always remember the things you taught me,
How it's ok to be imaginative,
How it's ok to deeply care about someone,
How it's ok to be me.
To love and to lose you,
To care and to trust you,
To be your friend,
I will always remember you Madam Foster.
I will always remember your final moments.
How you smiled when we walked in that door,
How you told us those important things to always remember,
How you closed your eyes one last time.
To love and to lose you,
To care and to trust you,
To be your friend,
I will always remember you Madam Foster.
I will always remember, and love you Madam Foster."
That was beautiful. We all applaud as Goo walks off the podium and some of us are crying while Eduardo is whaling. I smile at her and give a little thumbs up this gets me a sheepish smile and a bit of a blush.
Wilt then takes the stage. "Madam Foster is a woman that has come very close to my heart. My story goes all the way back to Japan, with the famous basketball player Jordan Michaels. He was always beat by his brother in basketball so he created me. I taught him to be a better player and we ended up being a team that beat everyone in the neighborhood. Until we came to this big shot and his imaginary friend he really wanted to win this game and I lost. I thought I let him down so I ran away until I met up with the Madam who was in Japan to visit an old friend of her's and at the time the only one in the house was uncle Pocket's but she took me in and even flew me back here. Because of her I was able to recover from the belief that I had let my boy down and because of some friend's I've had here me and my boy were able to reunite I can't thank the madam enough for all she's done." Wilt walks off the stage.
We wait a little bit and then Mr. McIntyre comes back on the stage and asks "Would anyone else like to say a few words," I'm scared because it's like the man's cold brown eyes are daggers piercing into my own. I don't want to say anything. I just can't not after what happened last week. "Well then let's go to the cemetery then for the burial."
Me, Uncle Pocket's, Eduardo, Mr. Herriman, and a couple of men were chosen to bury the casket. I walk over to the casket and look at Madam Foster for the last time and my eyes well up with tears that reluctantly spill to the floor, one of the men, a man who had brown hair and glasses who I believe Frankie's Father puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. We then go and take a walk to the cemetery down the street. The walk to the cemetery was far longer than I would've ever imagined. It's not that the casket was all that heavy especially with Eduardo helping. But it was just the fact that I'm carrying Madam Foster's dead body to be buried. We lowered the casket into the ground and at that I felt like a piece of me was being lowered into the ground to be buried and left forever. We each got to put a mound of dirt on the casket I hesitated for a minute before finally releasing my shovel full. At this point I was ready to break down but I can't, I'm supposed to be the smart, straight-forward, and confident. If I begin to cry I don't know whwat people will do I start to cry.
Later after it's all over everyone is in the house and some people were reassuring Mr. Herrimam and Frankie, and me, Bloo, Goo, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco were sitting in the room and all was silent between each of us until Bloo finally says "I can't believe she's gone."
This made Edaurdo start to cry and I say scornfully "Bloo!"
"No, Mac." Wilt says. "It's good to talk. It's really bad to just leave it all inside can be really bad for you psychologically."
"Alright, fine let's talk!" I say in a really irritable way.
Wilt looks down "Look, I'm sorry Mac ok. But you're not the only one who's sad about Madam Foster's death."
"Cococococococococco!" Coco says angrily.
"You know what fine!" I say angrily. "You can talk! But I'm out of here!"
I begin to storm out of the room but the door flies open and Mr. McIntyre stands there and I stop short. "Ah good, I'm glad you're all together." The old lawyer says.
"I was just leaving!" I say still a little angry.
"No you won't because you, Goo, Bloo, and Eduardo are all required to go to the auditorium for the viewing of Madam Fosters will.
"Viewing?" Wilt askes confused.
"Yes. Viewing. Madam Foster made a video for the Will."
"I'm sorry Mr. McIntyre but there's nothing Madam Foster would really want to leave me."
"Ah, that's what you think young man, but come see for yourself."
"Ugh. Fine!" I say angrily and walk out the room with Goo, Eduardo, and Bloo following close behind.
Wow Mac is a testy little teenager. Well he's just become a teen. I don't know why but I found myself tearing up a little when I writing this. Oh well. This was actually a pretty short chapter for me only 6 pages on word. Pfft. I actually made a lot of 39 cluereferences calling Madam Foster Grace (You didn't think Madam was her first name did you?) , having her lawyer be Mr. McIntyre, and naming Frankie's dad Arthur Trent Foster. But it's cuz they were the first things that came to mind. Happy 20th anniversary to Cartoon Network (at least at the time). Also I've decided to say something to sign off for each thing corresponding to what I do a fanfic on so here's the first one. Keep calm and use your imagination.