Bored Blooregard: Chapter the Third
A "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends" fanfiction
Written by Cartoonsey DeJubbyjub
Disclaimer: All I own are Toast, Icy, and the Hallway. Craig McCracken owns "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends."
Review Thankyous:
Okay, I accidentally put the answers to the reviews for the second chapter on the second chapter. --; So, I'm answering those reviews again and this time I'm putting them on this, the third chapter, along with answers to new reivews for the first chapter. Thank you to all of the dear reviewers out there. Your comments really do mean a lot to me.
Sabertooth Kitty: I'm glad you like the story so far. Here's the next chapter finally!
Miss Understood Genious: Thank you! I'm glad you find the idea interesting.
Mr.M7: Wilt gets hurt because it's important to the plot. I think. As for the muse, I know she's evil but she's helping to keep this story going, so I have to keep her. She's good for the angsty bits, and I'm hoping shes gonna be helpful with the romantic bits as well.
Barry I. Grauman: I think you must be psychic or something because... Well, I don't want to really give away anything, but your thoughts are running on the right track.
Kelt: Thank you! I'm glad you liked the story and the artwork in Toast's room, even if you couldn't actually see any of it. I didn't realize that it seemed to all be in Bloo's imagination, or that Toast seemed more like a memory than an actual, imaginary friend. It's a very interesting idea, though...
Mangolious Kiwi: I'm glad you like the story! Sorry about the grammar errors. I try to get them all before I post the story, but sometimes they manage to slip past... I update whenever I finish a chapter, however, inspiration comes and goes at it pleases, as does my muse. I'm happy that you like Toast's character, although, I'm not actually sure that she was in character! o.o; oops!
Again, thank you all for reviewing! Now on with the show!
Author's note: This chapter is gonna be from Toast's point of view, kind of, seeing as she is supposed to be the other main character and all. Hopefully this will clear up any confusion or curiousity about where Icy and Toast have come from, as well as why the hallway Bloo went down mysteriously just disappeared...
'...' means thoughts
"..." means speech
It was Monday, and that fact alone could put Toast DeJubbyjub in a bad mood. The Mondays themselves weren't bad, it was what happened on Mondays that made the small, imaginary friend regret ever waking up. Nothing particularly bad had happened, yet she couldn't help but feel that something not good was going to occur. This wasn't helping her at all because she had just had breakfast and was feeling slightly ill as she always did when she got a bad feeling about the future.
Now, Toast was a bit gifted in the mental powers area and so immendiately knew when the imaginary friend stepped into the Wandering Hallway, so called because of its tendency to go wandering off in the middle of the day and leave you wondering where the devil it had gotten off to. She knew he must have had quite a few things on his mind to end up in the Hallway. The fact that he was lost and studying the doorknobs only added to the many thoughts that were running through his, and, due to her abilities, Toast's, minds.
'How long have I been down here'
'...And where am I, anyway? Somebody's gotta live down here, so I'll just ask whoever lives in this room over here.'
'...I wonder what Mac's doing right now...'
'...Man, this place creeps me out! There's spiderwebs all over the place! Doesn't Frankie ever clean this place up? Ewwww, that's a dead roach!'
'...I bet Mac's waiting for the bus or something. I hope Terrance isn't being a jerk...'
'...I wonder who owns all the books laying around. They look like ancient'
'...I'm hungry. I probably should've eaten something before I started walking around...'
'...I wonder if Mac ate breakfast today...'
'...The colors around here are weird!'
'...I bet Eduardo would be scared out of his mind if he saw this place! It has "haunted house" written all over it!'
'This room' turned out to be Toast's, much to the brown and tan, imaginary friend's curiousity. When the door to her room opened, she was going to have a very good look at the person who peered in through it and so put her book down when she heard the telltale squeak of the hinges.
He was small, about her height, had a somewhat blank look on his face, and was only halfway through the door. He was also blue, from head to, for lack of a better word, foot. The imaginary friend, even after Toast had gone back to her music and book, kept right on staring at her. She began to feel a bit selfconcious and one of her tails twitched, causing her to accidentally switch the station on the radio to a pop song.
The following lack of conversation made Toast want to squirm or at least scream several obscenities. While still reading she decided to break the nerve twisting silence.
"You dance?" she asked of the blue, imaginary friend.
He said nothing for several moments before he seemed to realize that she had spoken to him.
"...Huh?"
"You dance?" she patiently repeated.
"Uh, sometimes, I guess, when Mac wants to," came the answer. Toast heard him mentally add, 'Or when no one's around to see me look like an idiot. Oooh, or when Mac plays that one song! That's fun!'
"Your creator still keeps you, huh?" Toast wondered aloud while inwardly wondering why this imaginary friend was here if that was case.
"Sorta," was the blue one's response. "His mom wanted me gone, so I stay here and won't get adopted as long as he visits everyday."
'Which means I need to get the heck outta here before eight or I'll have to wait until tomorrow to see Mac! But with my sense of direction, getting anywhere's not gonna be happening any time too soon.' A mental sigh. 'Ya know, it really stinks having to stay here instead of with Mac at his house. I never thought I'd wind up missing him so much... And I'm technically still his imaginary friend!!'
Something painful seemed to grip Toast's chest. How often had she longed to see her now late creator? She had to help this imaginary friend get back to the part of the home that, generally, stayed put so that he could see his kid.
Toast looked up from her book as one of her tails changed the music and said, "You want to get back to the 'normal' part of Foster's."
The other, imaginary friend said nothing and gazed at her in wonder and shocked speechlessness.
"Go back the way you came," the feline fairy explained as she recalled how to get in or out of the Wandering Hallway. "Don't think about it."
When the small, blue, imaginary friend said nothing and did nothing, Toast decided to try a different tactic, "Just get your butt out of my doorway and do it."
Again, nothing happened around her doorway, so Toast tried yet another tactic at getting him to move, "Before I decide to keep you as a pet."
...He stared at her and thought to think to himself, 'Ya know, she's kinda cute.' Something like horror ran through him as he quickly thought, 'Not that I think she's cute, just that she's cute like a teddy bear's cute! Yeah!' And on another level at the same time, 'Wait a second, if she can read my thoughts, then what if she just read that?! No, way that can happen though. That stuff only happens in sci-fi and "Lord of the Rings" movies. Yeah, that doesn't ever happen in real life...'
'...Right?'
Feeling embarrassed and wishing she knew how to turn off her ability to hear thoughts, Toast struggled to fight off a blush and, desperate to be rid of the blue, imaginary friend, asked, "...Do the words 'permanently trapped in a living nightmare' mean anything to you?"
'I'm dead.'
'...I think she wants to know why I'm standing here, looking like a total moron...'
'...I wonder what her name is...'
Looking embarrased and blushing a nice shade of red, the lost, imaginary friend trailed off as he said, "I was just kinda wondering..."
"Yes, chibi no aoi?" Toast lapsed into Japanese for a brief moment and decided she like the nickname.
Bewilderment passed over the other's face briefly and his mouth seemed to struggle to figure out how to form words before he continued, "What's your name?"
Surprised but vaguely pleased, and after a few moments, the fairy feline answered, "My name is Toast DeJubbyjub, but you, chibi no aoi, may call me 'Toast.'"
"Okay," said the somewhat confused, blue, imaginary friend. After he got over the confusion he added, "I'm Bloo. Nice to meet ya... I think."
Deciding she liked his name but still wanted him to go away, for now, Toast commented, "Nice. Now shoo, Bloo."
"Uh, okay. See ya later."
"Ja ne."
After Bloo closed the door and started to head back the way he came, Toast heard him thinking only one thing to himself.
'I wonder if Frankie's still mad at me...'
A smile flickered onto the female, imaginary friend's face as she remembered the small red head who used to call Madame Foster "Gwandma." Perhaps it was time, after all of these sixteen years, for the residents of the Wandering Hallway to pay the rest of the home a visit. Kitie and Notalons could use the sunlight, and Icy could do with the presence of a certain, tall, red someone. Now that the population of the house had decreased, the quartet had a good excuse to go explore the rest of the house and get reaccquainted with it.
Besides all of that, Toast felt like finding out more about this Bloo and his kid.
Afterall, he'd been kinda cute, too.
Author's Notes:
Well, dear reader, now you know why there was a wall behind Bloo when there should have been a hallway. Don't worry; I haven't forgotten about the cliffhanger in chapter two. I'm just trying to figure out how to write the next part to it.
And for those who wonder about these kind of things, this story takes place just after "World Wide Wabbit" and the -oops, almost ruined it for those who haven't seen the episode yet! Sorry about that.
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Cartoonsey