The Adventures of Spyden: Book One Chapter 7: Trust to Death, a foster's home for imaginary friends fanfic

The Adventures of Spyden: Book One

Disclaimer: HA!! I don't own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (or any characters in it). However, I am the creator of Spyden, (who is a main character in the story if you couldn't tell) Brion, Taylor, and Ned.

Author's Note: YAY my first fic. This actually contains two story lines that eventually cross. So, I'll be switching storylines from time to time so be sure to pay attention!!

Anyway, please R&R.

Foster's makes it's another major appearance in this Chapter and takes a majority of the length of it (unlike the last one, even though I said it did, oops.) YAY!!! Also, my Spanish stinks to high heaven; so sorry to everyone if Eduardo doesn't talk much (in Spanish at least) .

So, far I feel like only three (or less) people are reading this story, so if you want you name on here. PLEASE REVIEW!!!

Now on with the story…

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Chapter Six: Trust to Death

"That is preposterous, Miss Francis! The keys are always found in my office in my LOCKED drawer. I moved it there due to a recent incident where, need I remind you, the bus was crashed inside the foyer!!" Mr. Herriman hopped along side Frankie toward his office.

"Well, DUH! Where do you think I went to look? Besides, the drawer was wide open when I last checked." The two went into his office and, sure enough, the drawer was wide open, empty. Mr. Herriman picked up the intercom receiver and spoke,

"Will ALL residents in this household please meet me in the Foyer, immediately." His voice echoed throughout the house. This was soon followed by the creaking of the wooden floors under the friends as they rushed down the hallways and stairs to the foyer. Mr. Herriman hopped out in front of the door, and waited for them to arrive. The room quickly filled to capacity.

"It has come to my attention that the set of keys for this house and many of its functions is missing. I do not know how they were lost, however we will have to find them as soon as possible. Each of you will clean your respective rooms and those surrounding yours if they are not being cleaned. Miss Francis and I will inspect every room afterward for the missing keys. You are dismissed, get to cleaning." The friends slowly filed out of the foyer towards their rooms to clean. No one disobeyed Mr. Herriman, even if their very lives depended on it. Save one.

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"I have the keys, I shall wait until nightfall to go down and use them."

"Actually, that bunny just issued a search, to some extent. You will have to hide them or use them now." Ned still held a calm voice.

"I'm not changing my mind. Besides, I don't allow ANYONE into my room without my permission. It will be easy to keep Mr. Herriman out."

"I'm going to check on the situation outside. Don't do anything stupid." He flew threw the walls and floors, seeing everyone cleaning in someway. He spotted Mac and company cleaning a segment of the hallway near the room where Eduardo was locked inside. He hovered a good distance away, so he wouldn't be sensed by the boy; even though it would be hard to sense him anyway, since he was struggling to breathe.

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"Quit it, Bloo!" Mac coughed out.

"What? Mr. H said to clean, and that's what I'm doing."

"Spraying air freshener isn't cleaning."

"Yes, it is. It's cleaning AND freshening."

Mac sighed as he scrubbed the floorboards. Although he didn't mind cleaning, he started to feel like a slave since all the mops had already been taken by the other friends. He felt his knees begin to ache, not to mention his back. He then had an idea, Mr. Herriman said to clean, that didn't mean he could have fun with it. He took off his shoes and their laces. He tied the scrubbers onto his bare feet, grabbed the gel soap and flung it on the ground with the water, then started to skate. Coco and Wilt soon joined in, while Bloo was having trouble figuring out a way to get the "skates" on his feet, since he didn't really have feet. Then it hit him, he didn't need the scrubbers, he could skate without them.

"Man, this is fun. Great idea, Mac." Wilt said with a smile.

"Cococococococococo" Coco challenged.

"You're on!" Bloo and Coco lined up together. Mac was the finish line as the two switched glare with each other.

"On your mark, Get set…GO!!" Wilt stood back as the two racers skidded down the hallway toward Mac. There was only one problem; the "skates" didn't have the greatest brakes…

"Bloo, Coco!! Watch where you're going!!" Mac tried to warn them, but it was too late. The two collided directly into Mac sending all three of them sliding down the hallway, until they reached the stairs, then they rolled down the stairs at a very high speed. The three ended up two floors down from where they had started; all three of them groaned from dizziness, not to mention pain. Wilt came down soon after.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Are you guys okay?" he asked quickly. Coco stood up instantly, soon followed by Bloo. Only Mac stayed on the ground, still groaning. "Mac. Mac." Wilt bent down and checked him. Nothing was broken, but obviously the fall was enough to keep him on the ground. "Coco, go get Frankie. Bloo, umm, Bloo you can, umm, keep Mac company with me, yeah, that's it."

Frankie quickly arrived at the scene and carefully picked him up. She walked to the nearest empty room and laid him on the bed. "What were you guys doing?" she asked in an annoyed-mother tone. After a brief silence she added, "Never mind, Bloo, Wilt can you get a bag of ice and some water."

"Sure thing, Frankie." Wilt replied as he left with Bloo and Coco out of the room.

"There's never a dull moment around here." The intercom shook has Mr. Herriman's voice rang out.

"Miss Francis! There is an ice disaster in the kitchen. Come immediately!"

She sighed, "Mac, you stay put, okay? I need to go do this." She saw him nod before she ran out of the room.

Mac stared at the top bunk of the bed; he started to doze off. He would've fallen asleep if it hadn't been for a chill that came over him. He looked around, hoping no one was there. He relaxed when he found no one, until a face appeared from the top bunk.

"So we meet again. Hmm, you don't look so good. Did you have an accident? Boo Hoo." He loved the way Mac reacts every time he is near him. Some inner fear rises and consumes him. How he loved that feeling of power. He would have continued if it hadn't been for the door of the room bursting open. A large, purple, horned beast stood in the opening, and it did not look happy. It spoke with a Spanish accent.

"You get away from Senor Mac, demonio!!" the mist flew away as Eduardo walked to Mac's bed. "Hola, Senor Mac!"

"Hi, Eduardo! Thanks, for getting rid of that…that thing."

"No problema, Senor Mac."

"Why did you lock yourself in the room?"

"I hide from demonio. But, then you get in trouble. And I save you!" he finished with a toothy grin. Mac shook his head; he would never fully understand Ed.

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Back in the Plains…

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All that was left of the house that he thought he was just in was the rolling plains and the sky.

"Well, uhh, you see, if you hadn't guessed already, I like to invent things. Like these gauntlets I wear." They were truly a work of science. Though they looked a little big for Brion to handle, he seemed to use them as if they were his hands. "The government has always been interested in me, particularly after a certain incident occurred. So me and my sis moved here, but before long the government was hot on our trail again, so I built a cloaking device for the house."

Spyden has turned away from the house toward the setting sun, a blood red sun. Unwanted memories seeped into his thoughts, showing him the horrors he has had to endure. Brion walked up next to him.

"Nice day, huh."

"Not really…" Spyden replied.

"So, where are you from?"

"I don't really…know…" he muttered. 'Should I tell him anything? Or should I just keep my life hidden from the world.' He thought afterward. He heard Taylor's voice ring out.

"Brion, come here!! I need help fixing the stupid VCR!!!" she screamed. She sounded like she was about to throw it out the window.

Brion sighed, "She isn't nearly as good with technology as I am, even if the VCR isn't REALLY technology anymore. I'll uncloak the door so you can see it." He pressed a few buttons on his gauntlet. Soon after, a wooden door appeared floating a few inches above the ground. Brion walked up to the door and disappeared behind it.

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Inside, Taylor was sitting comfortably on the couch when Brion walked in. "What's the problem? Did the VCR blow up----again?"

"Ha Ha, very funny---but seriously, I called you up here for a different reason." She started to sit up.

"If it's about Skippy, it's not my fault." He hastily added. Her face changed to an angry scowl.

"You mean that mutated GERBIL I found in the kitchen was YOUR fault!! It took me forever to clean up after that thing."

"Sooo, uh, what did you want to talk about again." Trying desperately to change the subject." She calmed down since the gerbil incident could wait.

"It's about Spy." She calmly started.

"What about him?"

"Can we trust him?"

"I'm not so sure yet…"

"We should make ourselves disappear before he becomes a threat."

"But he doesn't seem like he would work for them."

"Well, we need to make a decision."

After a few moments, Brion answered, "How about we keep a leash on him."

"Metaphorically, yes; physically, no. We'll watch him for a few days; one screw up and he's out."

"Right."

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Spyden stood, skill looking toward the setting sun. His mind began to wander as the stars revealed their silver glow. 'Why does this place seem so…familiar?' he searched his memories, looking for anything that could give him an answer. Then, as if his memories were responding, he started to fly; he didn't really intend to but he was led by something, something calling to him in the distance.

Brion walked outside to see Spyden flying off in the night sky. 'Where is he going?' Brion bent down to press a button on his shoes. They transformed into a hoverboard. A few more pressed buttons and he was able to follow Spyden, unseen to the naked eye.

Spyden's flight lasted for hours as he continued south toward city lights in the distance. He spotted what seemed to be the remains of a large structure. Spyden landed in the center of the ruins. He walked into a clearing of the rubble, where a single solitary statue stood in the night. He drew closer to it to realize that it was a figure on a horse.

"Why is this the only thing standing here? It's not even chipped or scratched at all…"

Meanwhile, Brion had finally arrived at the ruins. 'I've never seen this place before…' he found Spyden and hovered at a safe distance and watched him. Spyden stared into the statue, like it had just moved or something. He noticed there were feathers on the figure's head, and that he was holding a spear.

"No, it can't be…can it?" Spyden spoke with a slightly saddened disbelief. This had been the same statue he had seen before the bombing, before his life turned into a blank canvas. Brion watched as Spyden walked along the path (if you could call it that) out into another larger clearing. He cautiously followed him into a graveyard of cars. More like the shells of the cars. Spyden stopped, 'Why does this all seem familiar…why?' Then it all came together.

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Taylor was back in the TV room still trying to get the VCR to work. After a few fruitless attempts to set the clock, she decided to move to the kitchen to prepare dinner. If she had stayed in there any longer they wouldn't have had a VCR anymore. "I wonder when Brion will be back, I really hope they didn't go off too far, because I'M making dinner."

Taylor was an excellent cook, always seeming to make perfection itself. There was only one problem, she hated it. Neither she nor Brion knew why, but she only cooked when she absolutely needed to, or was so inclined to do so. Her reason tonight; guest in the house. "All I know is that they'd better get back here when dinner's ready or my kitchen will have a new coat of a stunning red paint."

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Spyden stood, his eyes wide, mouth gaping as he looked around him. He saw the ditch, the battered road and the ruins and then…a concrete wall on top of what used to be a van. His history becoming clear now; this is why he couldn't remember much. He must've been knocked out for a long, long…long time.

"I thought it was just---just a nightmare. But…but…" he fell to his knees, realization of the events in his memories hitting him hard. He looked at the van when he noticed a glimmer near it. He crawled over to where it was coming from and picked up a topaz amulet on a battered golden chain. It was his mother's most prized possession.

"Maybe," he stood up, still admiring the amulet, "Maybe, there are other survivors, maybe my Mom is still alive, like me." Spyden held it for a few more seconds before he pocketed it. He started to fly off, before realizing he didn't quite know how to get back.

"Uh oh, which way is their house?" he asked himself.

Brion turned off his cloaking device and headed toward Spyden. "There you are, I've been looking for you forever." He lied. He hadn't seen him much but he felt he could trust him, at least for now.

"Need help getting back to the house?"

"Sure."

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"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!! We've searched the entire house, and we still haven't found the keys, AND I need to tend to Mac!!!" Frankie was NOT happy about spending the entire day (and I mean 24 hours) searching with neat freak Herriman. Now that she thought about it, Mac would probably be okay, but she still needed to find a way out of this mess.

"We have yet to search Duchess's room. The keys must be up in her room." They arrived at the door and knocked. "Duchess, we need to search your room for a certain lost set of keys."

Duchess opened the door and said with an annoyed tone, "Two reasons why the keys would NOT be in my room. One, I never leave MY room, ever! And Two, I don't let anyone into my room, for it is just that, MY room. Now SCRAM" Mr. Herriman didn't look surprised,

"Well then, someone must be hiding them, and I WILL find that individual who is and discipline them, severely."

"I'm going to check on Mac, good luck with find whodunit." She ran down the hallway before he could respond.

"NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!!"

She slowed down once she was out of range, and peeked into Mac's room. He was sitting up reading a book he had brought with him. Thankfully, he hadn't swelled up from the fall; she breathed a sigh of relief before going in.

"Hey Mac. How you doin'?"

He looked up and answered in a surprisingly alert tone, "Fine, when I could finally move I tried to go to sleep with Bloo, but I just couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because that nap I had earlier today. OH, By the way, Ed's finally unlocked the door now. It's a good thing he didn't use the keys; have you found them yet?"

"No," she replied with a tired look, "Now Mr. H thinks someone stole them, why can't we just get another set of keys?" she gave an annoyed sigh. Then she remembered that Bloo might have stolen the keys, he did want it to finish his time-thing. "Hey Mac, do you remember seeing Bloo with the keys?"

"Sorry Frankie, but I don't think Bloo would go after the keys again, his memory doesn't last that long…"

"Good point. Well, good night Mac."

"Good night."

A/N: HI again!! Well, this is BY FAR the longest chapter I have EVER written in my entire life. What did I tell you though, more and more Foster's by the chapter!! ;D Please review!!

Next Chapter: Unwanted Guests: Spyden, Brion, and Taylor run into trouble in the plains. Also, Duchess makes her move, while Ned formulates a plan to help her. What will happen? How long will it take me to type it?

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. AND PLEEEEEAAAASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye ;D