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Chapter 3: A new life
Five years after the crash. Five years since her world was torn apart. A lot has changed since then. She, for example, wasn't as random and erratic as she once was. She was calmer, cooler, and a bit more collected. There was the random spats where her inner child came back out, but that didn't bother her one bit. However, her biggest change was without a doubt her life. After so long, she had a new one. One she was content with. She still missed her old best friend dearly, and thought about him every day. However, that was years ago. She hasn't fully gotten over it And honesty, who could? She did manage to learn how to live life without him. And her new "brother" helped as well.
"Goo! Have you seen my hoodie?!" The voice of a teenager called to her. Goo shouted back,
"Its in the drier!" Footsteps were heard; followed by the appearance of her adopted little brother. It was Mac. Well... Sort of. It was his Dopplejanger. He walked to the drier and pulled out his red hoodie. "Going somewhere?" She asked.
"Yea. Just to the store. Mom said she needed eggs." The teen smiled at her, and Goo smiled back. She reflected on her life in past half-decade: It wasn't easy starting this new life. There was a lot of hush-hush and secrecy for the better part of a year. But after complaining about being cooped up for so long and only getting to go out very rarely, it was time for Goo to help her cabin fever ridden brother. It was her that pitched the idea of a disguise. Although, her original idea involved lots of makeup and a clown wig, but after some negotiations, they decided on a change of wardrobe. Mac didn't totally scrap his red shirt and pants getup. Instead, he got light layers to go over it. In comes the unmarked red hoodie. At first, Mac was too scared to try it out, but being cooped up and bored overthrew his fear and forced him out into the world. He was under close supervision, but was otherwise on his own. Everything went ok for the most part, until he met a kid he- or, more specifically, the real Mac- knew in school. Mac quickly turned down his head as the kid struck up friendly conversation, to which Mac responded to. It was a nice conversation, until the kid asked why he had his hood up on such a sunny day. Thinking in his feet, Mac spun a yarn about having a rare skin condition making him vulnerable to bright lights. Amazingly, this excuse worked and the rest of the interaction went off without a hitch. Mac grinned at this and kept trying it out. It was a huge success that he used regularly.
"Want me to come with?" Goo asked. Mac shook his head.
"Nah. I got it this time. Hey, while you're here, can you set up my lesson for the day?" He asked. The lesson he was referring to was his schooling. Obviously, he couldn't return to school without raising suspicions, so Goo's parents got homeschooling set up for him. That, and with Goo writing down most of what she learned in her grade, was more than enough to keep Mac up to par in terms of basic intelligence.
"Sure thing bubby. Stay safe." She said as she waved goodbye to him. Mac smiled and waved back as he threw up his hood and headed out. It was a fairly overcast day with a chance of rain, so he was relieved to have a better excuse for his hood that day. He always enjoyed shaking things up every now and then. Made things interesting. It was days like these that made him forget about everything and just... live. However, he knew that, deep down, he wasn't real, and never would be. He would go days thinking he belonged, then something happened and reality came crashing back down on him. Was he ungrateful for the live he had now, Absolutley not. However, he felt his existence was a mockery to the real Mac. The one he replaced. It always sent a chill down his spine thinking about it. But today was not one of those days. He pushed all his problems aside and his only goal was eggs. However, though reality had not yet caught up, fractures of the past would always be there. In this instance, it was a very particular building. One he knew all too well: Fosters home for imaginary friends. It made his blood run cold whenever he walked past it, and he walked past it a lot. There were times when he caught himself staring in, hoping to catch glimpses of... anything. He sighed sadly, everyone was inside at the moment. He saw nothing save for the colorful house and the gates that held him at bay. He shook his head of the feelings he had and continued his journey to the store. He walked past the people he met on the street with ease. He was invisible to them, another kid. And he was just fine with that. He made his way to the store with ease but couldn't help but wonder... How was life at Fosters? How much had changed? Be only had questions he knew he'd never get the answers to... Frankie... Edwardo... Coco... Wilt... He choked up a bit before he thought of the last person... A certain azure blob of a friend: Bloo. It made him think. What were they up to now...