-- Hello y'all and this is chapter two of my fan fiction! Thanks for the Reviews: Mac,

Aryeh Zucker, and M'lah for reviewing chapter one and I hope you enjoy this chapter!! --

Wilt entered the new house that was now his permanent home...or until Kat had grown up and returned to Fosters. He smiled and gaped as he saw the house which was a huge four bedroom house with separate dining room and kitchen and huge backyard. Kat gave a grand tour of the place which made Wilt very happy as he saw his own room that was decorated with a lot of basketball items. Kat's mother had told him that Frankie had told them that he loved basketball. He paused for a second and smiled,

"Frankie..." he said to himself but was called by Kat and he ran to her side. It was finally 6 o' clock and it was dinner time, just like at Fosters. The food was exactly like Foster's as well. Pastas with meatballs and tomato sauce. "Thank you so much!" Wilt thanked Kat's mother as she smiled and noticed that one chair was missing. "Matt! Can you please come down?!" Kat's mother yelled from upstairs and there came down a fourteen year old boy with headphones on and smiled at Wilt. "So this is your new friend eh Kat?" he asked her sister, giving her a small noogie and she giggled and nodded.

"This is Wilt and he's a great imaginary friend! We adopted him!" She answered in her cute little voice. He nodded with his body and grabbed some pasta. "So Wilt, by the looks of you, you like basketball huh?" Matt asked, as he grabbed his fork and started eating.

Wilt Smiled as he brought basketball up and replied, "Oh yes! I like it very much. It's fun, I used to play it at...Fosters." His voice kind of silenced down while he mentioned Fosters and retreated from his smile. Matt Chuckled and sucked up some spaghetti.

"My girlfriend and I when we were younger, we made an imaginary friend that would change color. She's thirteen now and she still has that friend." He said as he finished up his pasta and Wilt thought. 'wow, she must really like imaginary friends if she still has that friend with her.'

"Can I go up now please?" Matt asked politely to his mother and she excused him. "Pardon him, he's kind of stressed out since it's exams." Kat's mother pardoned.

"Oh no, that's quite alright Mrs. Ericson!" Wilt answered happily as Kat finished up and smiled widely at her mother. "May I please go up to wash mommy?" Kat asked and her mother nodded. Kat turned to Wilt and said, "C'mon Wilt! Let's go upstairs to play with my dolly's!"

"Okay!" Wilt replied and she grabbed his arm and was led upstairs. Kats mother sighed happily and gathered the plates. "I bet this is a start of a beautiful friendship"

MEANWHILE AT FOSTERS

"GOD I MISS WILT!!" Bloo yelled as he sat down at the table lazily. A lot of the friends had lost their energy because one of their leaders wasn't there...Wilt. His cheery attitude usually put energy in their systems, making them up and ready to clean and play games now was a lazy disaster. Frankie was a nervous breakdown and had been getting bruised up by falling of ladders to repair very tall appliances and rested beside bloo.

"Preach it Bloo. I feel the same way!" she said, sighing and turning on the loved and the loveless but had no desire to watch it. Eduardo came down to sit right next to Frankie and sniffled up. He still cried for the loss of his dear friend.

"I miss Rojo...is he going to visit?" he asked Frankie who frowned which made Eduardo into another crying spree. Coco had disappeared...no one knew where she was. Some people thought she had ran away some other people think that she just doesn't have the craziness anymore. Frankie was of course worried, but didn't have the energy to search. There was silence and finally, Frankie couldn't take it anymore.

"AGH! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! WHY DID THAT NOSY BRAT HAVE TO TAKE WILT?! I MEAN, OF ALL THE FRIENDS, WHY OUR WILT?!" Frankie screamed and Bloo just merely nodded once and Eduardo said a silent, "si."

She just rolled her eyes and slumped down once again. "God, this place is so damn boring now." She covered her mouth as soon as she said that Bloo lazily yelled, "oooh! Frankie cursed!" Frankie tried to cover up but just gave up and watched the TV miserably. She stood up and walked toward the kitchen to get a soda but Mr. Herrimans voice called over the intercom, "Miss Francis! Please clean up the mess on level three of the house! Also, please gather up Miss Duchesses' laundry." Frankie slumped down and walked inside the closet room to gather some items to clean up the mess. She had no energy whatsoever to clean anything up at the moment, but it was either clean or get yelled at by Mr. Herriman. She walked up seven fleets of stairs and entered the third floor and saw the massive soda and candy spill sprawled across the floor. She kneeled to the floor and began to scrub in circles, grabbing the candy pieces as she cleaned. She scrubbed lazily as she scrubbed for about three minutes and sat down on the side of the hallway.

Wilt was so important to that house for some reason. Of course he was like a leader toward imaginary friends of that household and he did give them energy to work and have fun. Mr. Herriman was the one that kept everyone in line, but Wilt was like the opposite side of Herriman, Happy, fun and so optimistic. He was like a lifeline for the mansion, a lifeline which kept all of the friends inside happy and energetic and not lazy like they were at the moment. Frankie remembered right after Wilt left, people had lost their 'Oomph'...lost their cheery personality. The friends were silent, some at the brink of tears, others were in tears. Frankie noticed that day that Wilt was a very important part of their huge family and she noticed at one point, that she was crying too. Frankie remembered when she came into the house that day, that Coco was not her crazy, cooky self. Coco just looked at Frankie depressingly and wandered off into the abyss of the house. She wasn't seen ever since. Of course, Frankie would feel the same way if her best friend she knew more than anyone in Fosters had to leave; Hell, she'd cry her eyes out and probably would do the same thing Coco was doing right now for a few days. Frankie was worried about Coco, where she was and how she was doing. She didn't appear for dinner tonight which made Bloo and Eduardo worried. Bloo was normal except he has been even more lazy as usual and Eduardo....well, Eduardo just bawled.

Frankie snapped out of her trance and stood up, noticing that she still had to clean up the mess and get Duchesses' laundry. 'Well, better do that first.' Frankie thought as she walked to the laundry room and grabbed the bucket as she walked along. She finally made it to the room and grabbed the her duchess' laundry and began to walk towards Duchesses' room. As she walked towards the snotty friends room, she noticed some imaginary friends, laying in bed doing nothing or snoozing the day away. It was way too early to be sleeping, but the energy around here was no longer happiness and luck, it was now depression and bad karma. Everyone had at least gotten into a fight or an accident. More friends were in the infirmary now than ever. 'it couldn't be because of Wilt could it? This is too much bad luck for this place.' She thought as she knocked on Duchesses' door to see that Duchess was a silent, an amazing event for Frankie. "Uh, here's you laundry Duchess." Frankie said as she laid her sheets on the bed.

"Leave now..."

"Excuse me?" Frankie asked.

"Leave NOW!!!" Duchess screamed and Frankie ran out of the room. 'What's her problem?' she thought to herself.

"She's mad. The energy's gotten worse for everyone in this house." A voice called out and it revealed the imaginary friend that had read Bloo's mind earlier. Frankie saw her and smiled, a smile that hadn't been across her face since this morning. "Oh hey Lifa, how are you?" Frankie asked grabbing the bucket and sponge. Frankie had not talked to Lifa in a long time, for about a year and a half to be exact. Lifa looked like a human, except her skin was a pale white/orchid and here eyes were a lavender color. On her forehead was burned a red crescent moon and her hair was a silver color. She wore a lengthy Grey dress, her hair tied up into a long ponytail. Lifa was created by an eight year old but was quickly orphaned when her creator turned nine. Lifa didn't care though, she didn't like being used by a child and rather stay at Foster's where it's safe.

"This place is depressing now and because Wilt is gone. It's amazing on how much this house was balanced because he was here." Lifa explained and Frankie nodded. She thought about it and realized how much Wilt was needed here.

"But...we can't do anything now. It's final." Frankie said and held the bucket up to her chest. Lifa chuckled a bit and walked away. "I'll talk to you later Frankie. We will meet again I presume?" Lifa said and walked into shadow.

'She's so depressing...I wonder what her creator did to her to make her like this.' Frankie thought and walked the other way to the mess that was awaiting her..

-- Okay, this chapter probably sucked because it was less of Wilt and more of what was happening at Fosters. Sorry if this chapter didn't make sense but PLEASE R&R!! --