Author note: This story will be my first ever Fanfiction I will publish in a long time, (The first one doesn't count). I've been watching Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends for about a month now, and my wife and I love it! Anyway, first off I'd light to point out the disclaimers. I don't own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends or the characters. All rights and reserves belong to Craig McCracken & Cartoon Network. Willis is my only original Imaginary friend.

Comments are appreciated, and I hope you all enjoy the beginning of my Willis Chronicles.

PS: The story takes place in 1984, when Frankie was two years old (I think), this explains a little of my misspellings.

Lifetime Friendship: The Past

Chapter 1-Frankie's Bedtime

"Francis, time for bed," Mrs. Foster chimed from the kitchen as she placed the last clean dish back in the cabinet. "Francis?" Mrs. Foster came out of the kitchen, searching for her two year old daughter in her suburbian household, which was not easy with ten different rooms for little Miss Francis to hide in. "Come on, Frankie," she spoke in a louder tone. "I'm not in the mood for games." She peeked behind the corner of the hallway and finds Frankie crouched on the ground, shaking like a puppy, her eyes darting back and forth from the closet door to her bedroom.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Mrs. Foster asked with concern.

"If I fall asleep, Mommy, he'll get me," Frankie answered, her red pigtails shaking back and forth as she swings her head back to the closet door.

Mrs. Foster sighed in relief, and annoyance, knowing about Frankie's fear of ghosts, ever since her husband allowed her daughter to watch a scary movie with him that night. "Frankie, no ghost will get you. They are not real."

"But when Daddy and I watch that movie, there were ghost in there, and they were weal."

"And that's all it was, sweety, a movie." She picked her daughter up and carried her to her room, getting her ready for bed. "And movies are not real. Remember that movie about the young girl from Kanzas and how she ended up in the land of Oz?"

"Yes." She replied pulling her blue flower nightgown over her head.

"Well, that scary movie is just like that, made up. Now listen, when I was little, Grandma Foster told me a little secret for driving away bad thoughts. Do you know what that is?"

The little girl shook her head.

"All you have to say is 'there are no such things as ghost' over and over, then no bad things will frighten you, because you know they can't."

"Thewe awe no such things as ghost." Frankie repeated.

"That's my little angel." She complimented as she ruffled her red head, making her giggle. "Now, go to sleep alright? You get to visit your Grandma Foster tomorrow and you don't want to keep here waiting, right?"

"Right!" Frankie answered with a smile. She crawled over and hugged her mom around the neck. "I wove you, Mommy."

"I wove you too, sweety." Mrs. Foster replied, touched.

Flash!

Frankie hid under her covers as lightning flashed outside her window. She never liked thunder, or lightning for that matter, because that was when the ghost came out in the movie.

"Thewe are no such things as ghost," she started to repeat to herself, trying to fall asleep. She peeked out from under her blanket, staring into her dark room. At night, her toys always looked creepy, like they only seem harmless in the daytime or something. She peered over at her nightstand, where she placed her unicorn pony just before she went to bed, but the pony was not there.

"Thewe's no such things as ghost, thewe's no such things as ghost, thewe are now such things as ghost!" She repeated, though she didn't believe it. She curled up in her bed, daring not to stare out into the dark room. She instead focused on her teddy bear. "I wish I had someone who would pwotect me from those ghosts. Like Scarecwow from Wizard of Oz." She smiled as she began to daze off. "Yeah, a scarecwow that can scare ghosts away for me. "Her eyes closed as she drifted into her own little dream world, but she could have sworn a pair of warm hands pulled the blankets over her and tucked her in, keeping her safe and warm, and a strange scent of....pine straw?