Madame Foster smiled as she drove her car down the street. She had every reason to smile, just a little over a year ago she had started her own home for imaginary friends. There were only about seven friends there, mostly friends that her friends children didn't need anymore, but they were always welcome to new comers. Every other week they sent out a group to search for strays, they haven't had much luck so far. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something red shuffle into an alley. She backed her car up and looked out the car window, the alley was still, she could have SWORN something was there. Then a single eye poked out and looked at her before quickly hiding itself again. She smiled and hopped out of the car and shuffled over the alley and crouched slightly.

"Hello? Anyone there?" She called, there was no response, "Come on out! I don't mean any harm!" The eye, dull and slightly bloodshot, made itself seen again.

"Wh-who are you?" asked a low vioce, definetly male, definetly frightened.

"I'm Madame Foster, now come on out, I won't hurt you."

There was a shuffling in the alley for a second become the friend, crouched over, made it's way over. Madame Foster held in a gasp, the figment in front of her had large glaring scars on his face, a wonky, busted up eye, and most of all, the vast majority of his left arm was gone. He was thin and slightly boney, and he looked like he had hardly slept in weeks. Despite his rough appearance, when Madame Foster looked into his...eye... she saw fear, and hurt, and a good soul hidden under it all. She reached out slowly to touch him but he shuffled back and she withdrew the arm.

"Don't worry, I want to help. " She reached out again, this time he stayed put. She put a hand on his head and rubbed it gently. The friend hummed slightly and smiled a bit. "There, see? I'm not so bad, now why don't you come with me, I have somewhere safe for you to stay."

"Safe?"

"Safe. now come on." She stood to her full height and gestured towards her car. The friend looked uncertian, but then stood completely upright, and man oh man was he TALL. they made their way over to the car and slipped in. The friend parked himself in the backseat buckeled himself in before tucking his knees up to his chest and leaning his head against the window. The drive was quiet and calm but soon the sounds of, rather loud, snoring filled the car. Madame Foster looked back slightly and saw this mysterious friend had fallen right asleep in the backseat of her car. She smiled abit and looked back to the road.

Soon they had arrived at her home, a rather large, brightly paint mansion. She reached back and gently shook the friends leg.

"Wake up dear, we're here." The friend lazily open his eye and gave her a tired look before getting out of the car, the they started to walk up to the house. The friend was slightly intimidated, man that was a big house. The Foster lady said it was safe, maybe he had been living on the streets alittle too long. They stopped infront of the front door. Madame Foster gave the figment a reassuring look and patted him on the leg. She opened the door.

"I'M HOOOMMMEEE!" She screeched as she walked in the door, instantly about 7 friends rushed into the foyer. "I would like all of you to meet this darling guy I found he- where did he go?" She turned and saw the friend was gone. She went and looked for him and saw he was hiding behind the door.

"Well come on, lets go meet your new friends." he shook his head. "Don't be silly! We aren't going to hurt you... come on." She gently took one of his long fingers and lead him inside. "Everybody, look who I found, just sitting in a alley, make him welcome." With that she gave him a small shove forward and walked off. They stared at him for awhile before walking up and shaking his hand.

"Hi there! I'm Uncle Pockets, what's your name?" Uncle Pockets said shaking his hand.

" ...Wilt. The name is Wilt." Wilt said smiling slightly, shaking his hand back.

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Wilt sat on his bed, it had only been abot a year since he had came to Fosters. He remembers it well, but it seems so silly now how afriad he was. He loved it here at Fosters, Madame Foster was so sweet, he would never admit to it, but she had even helped him learn to tie his shoes again. Getting over his trama, well he wasn't over his trama, but getting over his injuries, he was almost there. The Foster Friends were very understanding, and helped him as much as they could and they did, and Wilt helped them back. He felt he owned them that much. The worst thing was the phantom pains, by the time he got to Fosters they were pretty much gone, but not completely. He remembers the first time he had them while at Fosters, right in the middle of dinner; He just about scaried the living daylights out of everyone. He has much less episodes, he hadn't had one in four monthes, he thinks its finally over.

He hadn't dared to try to play basketball yet, He just... couldn't. The worst part was that there was a basketball goal right outside, as if taunting him. He had a new roomate, Coco. Strange thing she was, she only said coco, it took awhile to understand her but now they were the best of friends. The house was growing, but Wilt didn't mind. He glanced out the window and saw the basketball goal. It sure was tempting, just sitting there not being used. He decided enough was enough, he would at least try. He grabbed a basketball and went outside. He shot the ball and he... missed. He tried again with the same results, agian and again and again. He tried and tried but he missed everytime he missed. This was going to be a bigger challenge than he thought.

Meanwhile by the window Madame Foster was watching Wilt. She had a feeling he couldn't resist that goal for long. She put it out there just for him, he looked like the basketball type, though she couldn't see why, he was AWEFUL. Outiside, Wilt was becomimg excedingly angery, he slammed the ball to the ground and sat down in the middle of the court. So much for basketball. Suddenly he heard little footsteps behind him, he turned and saw Madame Foster's grandaughter, Frankie. She was visiting with her parents, only a year old she was, just learned to walk. Frankie was holding a basketball in her little arms and she was smiling really big, like always.

"Hiya Wilty, you dwopped you' bwall." She said sitting the ball into front of him. Wilt smiled and picked it up. "Hey, Wilty, what ar' ya doin ou' here?"

"Oh, I was just trying to play basketball! It's not goin' so well."

"Well, when I wa' learnin' ta talk ya always tol' me ta neva gi' up an' if I kept on tryin' I wou' get it! An' I di' !" She said, saying pretty much every word wrong. Wilt laughed and stood up.

"Can't argue with that logic!"

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Wilt shoots. nothing but net, as always. Little Frankie, now four years of age, cheered loudly and clapped her small hands. She was living at the house now, something... unfortunate happened to her family, so she lived here now. She seemed happy enough and boy did she love to play! Wilt smiled and looked over at her then gestured her over. She ran over to him and stood right at his side.

"I'm sorry, but it's your turn!"

"But I'm not good at basketball, Wilty! I'm too short!" Frankie said wearing a pout.

"Well some might say I'm too tall to walk through most doorways, but that doesn't stop me! I'm sorry, but you never know if you don't try!"

"But, Wilty-"

"Here, let me help." Wilt then sat the ball in her hands and lifted her up towards the goal. She through it into the hoop and cheered.

"Wilt! Frankie! Lunch is ready!" Madame Foster shouted from a window. Wilt propped Frankie up on his shoulders and walked inside.

"Down you go!" Wilt shouted lifting her down onto her seat.

"Master Wilt! I told you to stop carrying Miss Franis around!" Mr. Herriman excliamed.

"Oh calm down, Funny Bunny, they are just having fun!" Madame Foster said, swatting Herriman in the shoulder. Wilt rolled his eye and sat between Coco and Eduardo. Eduardo was his newest roomate, he was from out of the country and he didn't speak much english, but he was learning. All and all it was good to have a male roomate, no offence to Coco. Granted Ed was alittle... odd, but hey something is better than nothing right?

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Frankie flopped belly-first onto her bed, tonight was probably the most imbarrsing night of her life. tonight was her Senior Prom, and no one had asked her out and who came to her rescue? Wilt, of coarse, he ment well but going to Prom with an imaginary friend was embarrassing, even if Wilt was a good dancer. There was a sudden knock at her bedroom door.

"Frankie? I'm sorry, but could you open the door?"

"Go away!"

"It wasn't that bad!"

"Yes it was!"

"Come on Frankie, it was not. Now let me in." Frankie got up and did so, then ran back to her bed and flopped down once more. Wilt walked in, still clad in his suit, and sat down next to her.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure you where ok."

"I am SO embarrassed! I just took an imaginary friend to Prom!"

"...I had fun."

"So did I..."

"So, what does it matter if a few people laughed? We had fun." Frankie stayed silent. "Look... I know you really wanted that a boy to ask you out, but it didn't happen. Thats thier loss, cause they missed out on one heck of a girl."

"...Really?"

"Really." Frankie suddenly got up and hugged him, Wilt recioled for a second before hugging her back.

"So... " Frankie started after they broke apart, "There any girls in the house you got your eye on?" Frankie nudged him with her elbow twice. Wilt's face went bright pink.

"I'm sorry, but thats none of your business!"

"Oh really, but my love life is yours eh?"

"That is-"

"Don't defend yourself, I get it. But seriously, I wouldn't be surpised if you had a whole long line of girls waitin' on you."

"Oh no... not me."

"Well, why not?"

"Well... look at me, with the wonky eye, stumpy arm, and the scars... I'm not exactly attractive."

"Well you have a great personality."

"Oh ha ha." Wilt muttered sarcasticly.

"Okay okay, seriously though, you shouldn't be so down on yourself, your not so hard on the eyes and pretty darn nice guy at that."

"Ohhhh... I'm not that great."

"Shut up! Your awesome and honestly, your nicer than half of the boys at my school put together, and thats not sayin' much. Take it from a girl, you are quite the catch my friend."

"R-really?"

"Really. " Then it was Frankie's turn to be shocked, Wilt quickly brought her into a big ol' bear hug. "Hey hey hey, calm down, its not like I got you a girlfriend."

"S-sorry." Wilt said letting her go.

"It's okay, Wilt."

"Well... Thanks... No one has ever... you know... sa-"

"I get it. What are friends for?"

"Oh come 'ere!" Wilt laughed and used the remainder of his left arm to put her in a headlock and gives her a nugy with his good arm.

"Hey! Wiiillltttt!" Frankie slipped out of his grasp and started to tickle his sides.

"H... Hey, n... no fair!" Wilt laughed, kicking his legs furiously. Wilt started to tickle her back and soon enough the two were pretty much wrestling. They were having a grand time intill they heard someone giggle. Wilt and Frankie looked up and saw Madame Foster standing in the doorway giggling to herself.

"Grandma, what are you doing here!?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, you looked pretty down when you got home, but it appears you two were having a fine time here." Madame Foster with a sly smile. Frankie and Wilt looked at themselves, their clothing was messy from the wrestling and Frankies hair was a mess. And Wilt was on top of her. Wilt and Frankie's eyes widened in shock and they scrambled away from each other.

"It's not what it loo-"

"I know, deary, I was just messing with ya, now you two should be getting to bed. It's getting late."

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Wilt looked down at the vistors, a boy and his imaginary friend, they were just staring up at him. What were they looking at?

"Ummm... helloooo, guys?" Wilt said waving a hand infront of their faces. They kept staring, what were they staring at? They must be freaked out by his stumpy arm and wonky eye. "Ohhhhhh I get it, your freaked out by the stumpy arm and the wonky eye. Don't worry I can get someone else t-"

"Your taaallllll." They said in unison

"Uh, well yeah I guess uh-"

"You should play basketbaaalll." The small blue imaginary friend said.

"Oh yeah? Well I used to... errrmmmgghheerr... Hey, how about that tour?" The two boys nodded happily and they began the tour. Wilt showed them all the cool rooms and the pantery. Then they got to the kitchen and Coco walked in.

"Coco?"

"Uh... no thanks." The little buy said.

"Coco?"

"Yes." the blobbish friend said.

"Coco?"

"Yes."

"Coco?"

"Yes."

"Coco?"

"Yes! Please, with marshmallows!"

"Oh no, this is Coco, she wasn't asking if you wanted any coco. Well, all she says is coco." Wilt said, he had known Coco for a LONG time. He remembered when they first meet, he didn't understand a word that passed through her beak for two weeks.

"Well what was she asking?"

"Do you want any juice?" The two boys exchanged glances before the lad suggested that they continued with the tour. Wilt went and showed them the arcade, the hallways and the bedrooms. Including Duchess', that wasn't so pleasant. Wilt remembered when he first meet Duchess, insteed of shaking his hand like the others she scoffed and walked away.

"Speaking of evil, are their any monsters here?" The boy asked.

"Monsters? What are you, crazy? There's n-" the blue one started.

"Weeeelllll." Wilt started before leading them to the extremeasaur cage. "These are extremeasaurs, they are imaginary friends imagined by jerky teenage boys, we have to keep them locked up 'cause boy are they nasty."

Suddenly a tenticle shoot out of the cage and grabbed the boy and shook him back and forth over and over again. This was bad, Wilt had heard of what extremeasaurs could do to a person. They all screamed and paniced as the boy was flung about in the air, but then Eduardo ran over and ran into the cage and freed the child. He swooped him up in his arms and rocked him back and forth, bawling his eyes out. The boys friend was under the impresstion that Ed was attacking and freaked out and presceeded to chase Ed in circle. Coco talked him down and then Bloo bute him, and it started again.

"Stop crazy blue man! I am no monstro! I am hero! I am friend!"

"Friend?"

"Si."

"See? Friends, we're all friends and speaking of friends man o man you should see the kinds of friends we got here at Fosters!" And with that they were off agian. Wilt showed them around the house introducing them to the different friends. Evenually they got back to the foyer and Mac finished Wilt's sentence and agreed to let his friend, Bloo, Wilt thinks he heard the kid call him earlier. It seemed that the two were confused about the perpose of Fosters, to take in friends and make sure they get good loving homes. After sorting the manner out, Mac left. Wilt had a good feeling about this one. He had seen kids leave friends here and never come back, but this Mac kid seemed different then them, little did Wilt know. he was right.