FPM: oh goodie, goodie, goodie!! Another chapie!!

Bloo: is that a good thing or a bad thing?

FPM: (-.-)…anyways, I was listening to "Three Days Grace" (the BESTEST band ever!!), which inspired me somehow…I have no idea how, but w/e…

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Wilt excused himself from Mac's presence and walked along back to Blinky's room. He came into a neatly-organized (like there's any other type of organized…) room and noticed Blinky had his white shirt with a smiley-face on playing cards with Cherie.

'she's your replacement…it's going to be fun to be alone again, eh? You and me, me and you…'

Wilt felt like ripping the top of his head off just to get rid of this maniacal voice that continued pestering him…

"So, what are you playing?" Wilt said cheerily, even though the voice in his head had disturbed him. He stooped over and picked up the instructions-packet by Cherie and read it.

"…Uno. Hmm, sound fun." He smiled and sat next to Blinky, who showed him his card-hand.

"Sees, Wiltses? Sees?"

Wilt nodded at Blinky's sudden question. Cherie smiled and placed another card on the face-up card pile.

"Bloos!! Bloos!!" Blinky squealed excitedly. "Likes Mes!! Justs likes Mes!!"

"Your turn, B." Cherie said, laying her cards face down on the floor and leaning back against the bed. At Wilt's confused expression, Cherie smiled and shrugged.

"I'm B!! B!!...BB!!"

Bloo tumbled into the room and screamed. "BEE?! WHERE?!?!" His large eyes darted across the room and Cherie laughed. She hadn't laughed in a while and it was fun to be with actual friends…even though they were "imaginary".

"No, Bloo, Blinky thinks he's 'B' now…"

"Pshh, I wonder why…" Wilt frowned and looked away. His eyes suddenly bulged and he quickly covered his mouth. "…I…Please excuse me." Wilt stood and walked out of the room, a hand still over his mouth. Bloo gasped.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO WILT?!?! SPEAK, TERRORIST, SPEAK!!!!" Bloo screamed and jumped on top of Cherie, holding her green t-shirt collar and his left hand posed to punch.

"…What are you talking about?"

"YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT-"

"BLOO!!" Frankie gasped and ran over to Cherie, yanking Bloo off of her friend. "What do you think you're doing?"

"ASK THAT TO YOUR DEMENTED FRIEND, FRANKIE!! FRANKIE 2 IS MAKING WILT GO ALL BERSERKISH!! HELP ME, MAC!! SAY I'M RIGHT!!"

Mac casually walked in from the side railing of the door and sighed.

"…Bloo, people aren't always nice, people aren't always mean-"

"BUT WE'RE NOT PEOPLE!!"

"Or sane, for that matter…" Frankie whispered as she lugged the blue friend away from Cherie. Cherie sighed.

"I can leave if this isn't worki-"

"No! Don't do that!" Mac suddenly blurted, then blushed, looking away. Cherie's brow rose and Frankie dropped Bloo.

"…Holy, Cherie, this place has gone wild…well, I mean, it's always wild…but it's so weirdly-wild…ya know?"

Cherie shook her head and sighed, stood, and wiped her rear of some dust she had sat on. She crossed her arms and frowned.

"No, Frankie, I don't know. And I guess I'm just causing all this bad stuff to happen. It's like I'm bad luck or somethin'…"

Wilt sauntered in through the door and shook his head. "No, no, Cherie. It's me. I must have had some bad breakfast or something. It's nothing. Blinky?"

At his name, Blinky looked up and smiled, and then ran and jumped into Wilt's arms.

"Whats's, Wiltses? Whats's?"

"It's been fun."

Blinky's smile grew and he hugged Wilt, giggling. Wilt's eyes glazed over, but he blinked away the forming tears and let Blinky onto the floor. Wilt looked at Cherie.

"Thanks for the help. Maybe I'll see you later." With that said, Wilt went back to his room to discuss some important matters with his mind. Cherie shrugged.

"…So I'll stay?"

"That's great! Okay, 'cause then I actually have someone almost my age and who's real to talk to…Yeah." Frankie smiled and ran off at the sound of breaking dishes. Bloo had obviously been left alone in the kitchen...

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FPM: OMG.

Mac: what?

FPM:…I read my second chap and it said "Foter's Home Fore Imaginary Friends"…Bahahahahaha….Foter's….hahahahahahaha…

Mac: o.O

Bloo: Yeah! I'm in Foter's!

FPM: holy munkys that's funny…(-wipes tear from face-) …okay, sorry, readers. I am opinionated and think of the most random stuff in my head…Foter's…(-again, laughs maniacally…-)