FPM: (-sigh-)...

Wilt: what's up?

FPM: (-yawn-) oh...nothing. I'm just excessively tired...

Bloo: Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy Have I NEVER Had That Feeling...

FPM: (-o.O-) wonder why...

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Wilt walked up the stairs with Cherie following behind him to the fourteenth floor.

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FPM: okay, sorry. I haven't been able to watch the show for a while or much so i don't know much about the building...or how many floors it has for one. ...yeah.

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Cherie sighed. "Who is it that needs help?"

"Hm? Oh ...I think Blinky does."

"...Who's Blinky?"

"He's pretty cool.  He's blue, friendly and cute, large black eyes..."

"Thanks. Anyways, what with?"

Wilt smiled and tilted his head towards the door.  He stepped inside and dissapeared.  Cherie shrugged and followed. 

She found herself in a rather messy room with toys and other random items lying about the floor.  Horribley resembles my apartment... Cherie nodded to herself, making a mental note to clean it.  Blinky, a small cat-like animal that looked like a plush-toy, bounced over to her, grinning.

"I gots a shoe! It big'n'lelo!" It lightly bounced from one foot to the other and moved towards what seemed like the bed, jumping onto it and bouncing on it, toys that once plagued its cover scattering onto the floor. The little, blue Blinky screeched for joy, continuing its disasterous actions.  Wilt's head popped out of a pile of toys located in the left back corner of the room. He smiled and stood from it.

"There you are. May I have my shoe back please?"

"Nos! Mees zes nos!" Blinky stuck his tongue out, a miniscule red vine that bounced up and down as Blinky continued bouncing on his bed. Wilt nodded.

"You want my shoe?" Wilt walked over Blinky and watched him bounce from the bed almost to the ceiling. He smiled happily at Blinky's nod. "Then you can for now. Can you give it back when you want to?" Again, the blue creature nodded in delight. "All right. Thank you Blinky. Anything else?"

Blinky stopped and looked Wilt over.  He tapped his chin with his right hand and came to a conclusion. "Blinkys wants yourzez shirt."

"...I don't have a shirt, Blinky."

"Blinkys Wants A SHIRTZ!"

"Just calm down, Blinky. Maybe we can get one tomorrow-"

"How's about this one?" Cherie held up a small white shirt with a smiely-face on it she had found on the floor.  Blinky's eyes glistened as he ran up to the shirt.

"My Shirt! Yess'm, thankyouz..." Blinky happily skipped off to a corner in his room, leaving Wilt's shoe behind. Wilt, still smiling, picked it up and slipped his foot inside of it.  He looked over at Cherie.

"That's basically what I have to do for an hour. Keep him company."

"Oh. Would you like me to stay?"

"...If you would like to, it's fine." Wilt smiled again and picked up a basketball, and started twirling it on his finger. He rolled it allong his shoulders and to his other finger where he started twirling it again. Cherie smiled.

"Basketball fanatic?"

"Huh?" Wilt dropped the ball. Cherie winced.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine. I can practice later. Now what was your question?"

"...Well, it was kind of more a statement than a question..."

"Try me." He smiled, ushering her on.

"...I said...I don't want to repeat it. Not that it's a total diss, I'm thinking it wasn't really nice..."

"Oh. Um, all right, then." Nervous, her turned in Blinky's direction, worried about what she had said.

'they doubt you...you're not good...' a shrill voice in his head squealed in delight. 'you're nothing...'

"Am so too!" Wilt said to himself sternly. Realizing he had said this alloud, he quickly excused himself to his room. He walked briskly, not mentioning a sweet "Hello" like he usually did as he passed by other friends. Mac and Bloo noticed this and silently followed him.  Wilt went to his room and closed the door, and sat on his bed, face in his hands. i'm going crazy, aren't i?...

'you are. you are. ...but then again, you would have had to be sane in the first place to go crazy...'

just leave me alone!

This other voice in his head had developed when Wilt was left abandoned, alone with hisself.  It had created a mind of its own, keeping Wilt inside a mask that showed nothing but kindness or hospitality. It scared Wilt, but he kept his troubles hidden, not wanting to burden others with his problems...

"Wilt?...You alright?"

Mac's voice rung in his head. i'm already starting to become a burden...i don't want to hurt them...

'too late for that...'

"Wilt?" Bloo walked half-way through the door, his face worry-stricken. Mac's head popped up behind Bloo's, same expression. Wilt sighed and breathed deeply, a tear falling from his face. He wiped it away and sniffed, standing. He walked over to Mac and Bloo, smiling sweetly as ever.

'but you know what lies beneath...'

Mac bit his lip. "...Your eyes are all puffy. What's up?"

"Huh? Oh, allergies..." Wilt wiped his right hand against his eyes and blinked. Bloo frowned.

"Nuh-uh. All the time I've known you, you've never had these so called 'allergies'..." His eyes narrowed "It's that Frankie 2, isn't it? Aha! I knew she wasn't for the better of our lives..." Bloo began talking to himself as Mac and Wilt silently crept out of the room. Mac smiled.

"Sorry about him. He's been kinda...ya know. Wacko...at least since she's come along. But then he always does that when someone is new..."

Wilt nodded as he started back to Blinky's room. Mac cleared his throat.

"Anything ever needed can be gained through me..."

Wilt stopped and turned slightly, smiling. "Thanks, Mac. I'll remember that..." With that, Wilt walked on, his other side screaming in his head...

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FPM: oooh! Wilt depression...oh, that's sad...i like Wilt.

Wilt: that's all right.

FPM: ...k, i own Blinky, Cherie, my story and its ideas.

Bloo: FPM does not own me or any other fostered friends and surely does not own Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends.

FPM: (-glare-) thanks for rubbing that in...