It was Tuesday night when it happened. Bloo, Coco, Eduardo, and I were about to head off to bed after a yummy Mac and cheese dinner cooked by Frankie herself. "Mhmm, that dish was muy good!" said Eduardo. "You said it! I'm sorry, but Frankie's food is always superb!" I replied with a smile. "yeah yeah, let's just go to bed already. I'm stuffed." Bloo mumbled. I stopped to hold the doors open for them while they left the kitchen with everybody else when I heard a knock at the door.
it took a bit for everyone to get out, but once they were I went to go answer the door. I wondered who could be out this late at night. people who dropped off imaginary friends here usually came during the afternoon, and as far as I knew none of us had ordered anything. I opened the door, and I looked around. nobody was there. I looked down and saw a smallish sized package on the doorstep. I picked it up and looked at the label. there was no return address, but it looked to be for me. Strange. I hadn't been expecting any package. Perhaps Jordan had sent me something? no, that wouldn't make sense. He would have labeled it. as I stood there wondering who would have sent me the package, hopped over to me with his usual frown of disapproval. "master Wilt, what are you doing at the door? there's nobody there." he said. "well, I heard the doorbell ring, and I went to see who it was, but there was nobody there and there's this package that is for me, and I was trying to figure out who may have sent it if that is ok?" "Well if you're going to be wasting time wondering, you should do it in your room, instead of letting the cold air in!' he exclaimed. I did as he said and walked on over to my room.
Everyone else had gone to sleep at this point, so I sat on a chair in the room and opened the package. It was a knitted black scarf, with red stripes running down horizontally. it looked to be very long, I wondered how long it took to make it. It would be rude to not use a gift, especially one that seemed to be made for me, so I wrapped it around my neck. it seemed very soft, and warm for that matter too. I put away the box and headed to bed to sleep.
That night I had very strange dreams. I was in a black room, with nothing around me. Then, I heard a scream of pain coming from behind me.
I looked behind me and saw Bloo. However, on closer inspection, he didn't look right at all. his body looked dry and shriveled, his eyes seemed to be gone, with only the whites still there, and there was a knife in the middle of his face, oozing with Blood. I woke up in a cold sweat and checked above me. Bloo was still there, sleeptalking something about paddle balls. I went back to sleep, and I had normal dreams for the rest of the night.
The next morning was pretty normal. we all got washed up by 's command, and we went to the table to eat breakfast. I decided to sit next to Bloo because last night's dream had shaken me up and wanted to make sure he was okay. Frankie had handed out some pancakes for us all to eat. Bloo was, of course, guzzling them down. I reached out for the knife when I felt my hand start to have a sort of...tingle. The moment I grabbed the knife I lost control of my hand and it almost stabbed Bloo right in the forehead, luckily I was able to gain control of it again before it punctured any skin. Bloo was obviously horrified for a few moments, but then gained his voice back. "what the heck Wilt? you almost KILLED me!" "i-I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me, I'm so sorry.." he wasn't having it, but he went back on to demanding Frankie to make some more pancakes for us all. The morning went on normally, except for Bloo and a few others next to us looking at me with a scared expression whenever I walked past.
I decided to relax by playing some video games in the arcade. I chose one of my favorites, "basket champ 2". I saw Bloo walk past, and I decided to ask him to play with me, to make him forget about the strange thing that had happened earlier. "hey Bloo! want to play Basket champ 2 with me?" he took a step back when he heard me. "uhmm, I don't know Wilt." he had a bit of a shaky voice. "hey, I'm really sorry about what happened at breakfast earlier. I don't know what got into me!" he then noticed the scarf I was wearing. "hey, when did you get that?" he asked in a way that made me know he wanted it. "oh, I got it from a package last night!" "whos it from?" he said in a bit of an interrogating tone. "I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know. there was no label on the package. I'm still trying to figure it out." "hmmm, maybe it is from a GHOST! orrrr there could be a ghost possessing the scarf! and that's why you nearly murdered me at breakfast!" he yelled. "I'm sorry, but you're being silly! It probably was an order I forgot about! and the breakfast thing was most likely just a hand spaz" I said, mostly trying to make sense to myself about it. "so, you want to play?" he reluctantly said yes. We played for a good while, with us at a tie. However, I had been starting to gradually feel the same tingle again, and the scarf seemed to be tightening itself when my hand reached out and grabbed Bloo and banged him against the glass of the cabinet. I had managed to get enough control back so it wouldn't hurt too bad, but it still banged him up. He looked at me with an expression of pure horror. He tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out so he just grabbed his head and ran. I chased after him so I could apologize for the incident that just happened, but he had locked himself in the room and refused to open up.
I heard someone come up the stairs calling for Bloo, and I felt a tightening on my neck as I uncontrollably hid in the closet next door. I realized it was Mac. He was looking for Bloo. he tried opening the door to realize it was locked. "Bloo! Why is the door locked? what are you doing in there?" he yelled with a mixture of a concerned and angry tone.
"w-ww-Wilt! h-ee-hee's trying to KILL ME!" he screamed. "what are you talking about? Wilt wouldn't hurt a fly!" "he-he tried to s-s-tab me at breakfast! and he-he tried to sm-smash me against a game cabinet!" Mac wasn't buying it. Bloo often made up things to prank us, so it was no surprise. "uh-huh. well I'm going to go talk to Wilt then, and he'll tell me what actually happened!" he stomped looking for me, and even though I knew it wasn't a good idea right now, I opened the door and walked out. "oh hey Wilt! what were you doing in the closet?" "oh-uh, i was, uh, getting cleaners to clean things! uh-huh!" he didn't buy it, but ignored it and saw my scarf. "hey! That's a cool scarf! could I try it on?" "Absolutely!'' I tried to unwrap the scarf from my neck, but it wouldn't budge. "huh, that's strange...'' I mumbled. I tried to loosen it up but it ended up squeezing very hard to the point I choked until I let go. "hey Wilt, are you okay?" Mac asked. "uh-i'm fine! never better! you can try on the scarf some other time if that's okay?" he was still concerned, but let it go. "Bloo is scared in there saying you were trying to kill him, ya know what's up with that?" "Uhm-uh, I have no clue! he's probably trying to prank us! yeah! prank us!" "strange prank to do on someone but okay? I'm going to try and get to unlock the door, cya Wilt!" he left, and I collapsed with a giant feeling of guilt for lying. the scarf felt a bit looser now, but when I went to take it off the same thing happened. I tried to forget what happened, and the day went on normally.
That night Bloo had gotten to let him sleep in one of the guest rooms as he refused to go in the room, so I was able to sleep on the bed that night, which I suppose is good. I had another strange dream. I was back in the black room, but this time I heard a faint voice. "Wiiiiiiiii...why did you stop me from helping?" it said, like an ethereal being. " I'm sorry, but who are you?!" no response. I felt a strong tighten on my throat, and it made me collapse and choke. "stop me and you will keep feeling this way forevvvverrrr" "I-I'm sorry, but I cant murder let you murder one of my friends!" I said as firmly as I could while being choked. "you know it's no use Wilted. just let go of him. you know you're tired of him. of his childish attitude and his obnoxious prank s." I didn't admit it, but it was right. I was getting tired of him. I didn't want to kill him though. it seemed to be choking me as hard as it could without killing me. "Hoooo www about tt thissss? Just hurt him a little, not kill him, and I'll give you whatever you want..." I was in a chokehold, and as much as I cared about Bloo, I really didn't want to die. Besides, I wouldn't be killing him, just hurting him a little. "f-fine..." the scarf released its grip and I had black dreams the rest of the night.
The next morning I woke up and searched for Bloo. If I explain to him what's going on maybe he'll let me-? No, I barely understand it myself. how would I even be able to explain it? I shook my head and pondered the least painful way to hurt him. maybe just a quick slit at him with a butter knife? or maybe a tranquil gun? I eventually found him gorging himself on chips, and when he saw me he turned very pale. "u-uh-uh, hey w-w-Wilt..." I opened my mouth to try and explain what was going on when I felt a strong tug from my scarf and my fist went for a sucker punch on him. I didn't stop it this time, but I did it as lightly as possible. After that, my mouth seemed to gain a mind of its own as it said: "Take that piece of shit." I covered it. Bloo stared at me. imaginary friends usually don't swear, as we get created by a child. the fact I even knew the word shit was taboo. Bloo stammered, "wh-what is WRONG WITH YOU?" and he ran away. I knew by this point our friendship was starting to tear at the seams. I felt another tug from the scarf and heard a knock at the door. I went over to go open it, and there was another package, also for me. I opened it and saw it was a basketball I had been wanting for months. the thing hadn't lied. I heard a small whisper in my head. "do it again and I'll give you more". I smiled a bit.
I looked for Bloo again, this time with a more, how do I say it, eviler desire. He seemed to be looking for Mr. Herriman, and I grabbed him and slammed him against the floor. I laughed a bit as I did it, but then I heard a scream from the front of us. "WILT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" it was Mac, screaming his head off as he rushed to help Bloo. I stammered and took a few steps back. "i-i-i can explain..!" "ok, explain why you are trying to KILL BLOO?" Bloo was in tears of pain at this point, and there was a small puddle of Blood forming. "i-i found a package... I opened it, and there was a scarf inside, and it's telling me I'll get whatever I want if I hurt him, I'm so sorry..!'' I stammered. mister Herriman was hopping into the hallway to see what the screams were about. "my word, why are you all so- OH MY GOODNESS! WHAT HAPPENED!" he screamed as he saw the puddle of Blood and Mac and Bloo crying. Mac pointed at me and screamed, "Wilt IS TRYING TO MURDER BLOOO!" he looked at me, then at Mac, then at Bloo, then me again. "is this true, master Wilt?" "I, I can explain..."
He led me to his office. "master Wilt. I know you have gone through very tough times, but that is no excuse to be trying to maim another imaginary friend. What reason would you do this?" "well, you remember that package I found two nights ago? Well, it's telling me to kill Bloo. I'm sorry, does that make sense?" he laughed. "oh really? blaming your scarf for your murderous thoughts? what poppycock! I'm sorry, but you will have to be expelled from the house, we do not allow such violent behavior." I felt extremely angry, which was something very new for me, and I felt a strong tug from the scarf as I broke a glass bottle he had next to him onto his head and pushed him against the wall before he was able to react. After I calmed down I checked his pulse. He was dead. I normally would have felt an extreme feeling of guilt for murdering , but somehow I felt proud. I felt one of the scars on my head gently peel off. I smiled an evil smile. if I killed the rest of them… I could be back to normal...no more scars...my hand back….and my eye fixed...but first, I had to hide the body. I hid him in his madame foster bust closet, and grabbed an axe he had on the top shelf of things to keep imaginary friends away from. I walked up to the room and saw Eduardo, Coco, and Bloo there. they started to greet me, but I wasted no time throwing my ax at Bloo, which was a perfect hit, splattering Blood everywhere. " ¿QUÉ ESTÁS HACIENDO?" screamed Eduardo as I picked the ax out and swung it at his temple, yielding the same results. I then went for my final target. coco. she laid an ax of her own, but my speed was too much for her and I cut her down like a tree. I grinned as I felt the scars gently come off. I hid the bodies in the closet, and I looked for my next victim. I was going to be fixed.