Pale Carousel

Author's Note: Okay I can tell you right now; this is not going to be a long story. Obviously this is a very serious and delicate issue and I'm trying to handle it in this story, in that same fashion. I'm also trying to keep this as realistic as humanly possible.

I know a lot of you people may find this creepy and a bit disturbing, but it is a real possibility, one that I am making more and more with this story as I go on with it. I don't support this kind of love in anyway way, shape or form, but I do think it's the king of thing people need to see, just to experience what can become of it.

So please enjoy it for what it is and don't remind me about the moral values of this relationship, I know it's wrong so try and enjoy the fic for what it is. Btw I'm going on vacation to California tomorrow and won't be back until June 18th, so don't expect any chapter updates until after that date. Enjoy!

A shattered world of sadness choked the very sun and life out of the beauty this glorious day once shared. The blue figure wavered on an ocean of tear shaped daggers, tearing and ripping at his heart.

Oh Mac……

Oh Mac……

Death itself could strike the very soul of this fictional creature, and end his existence without even the slightest of hints, and its reward would be hollowed silence. The cold, bitter jaws of sorrow sank deep into the flesh of joy and love. No smile could heal, no word could mend, and no love could bloom.

Poor Mac……

Poor Mac……

In less then 5 minutes ago, everything that seemed so important to Bloo had now seemed meaningless and utterly pointless. The fun of life itself had simply been ripped out like a rotting tooth, not an ounce of cheer could be carved into that tombstone frame. Seeing Mac like that sunk Bloo into an eternity of hell, a hell some people actually dream of, but never reach.

"Hey Bloo's back, all right, how's Mac doing little buddy?"

That cheery voice, that positive attitude, it could only be Wilt. Bloo had made it back to Foster's home all right. Normally such arrogant positive words would make Bloo laugh at their complete and utter absurdity. This time, Bloo wasn't laughing, no, Bloo was wondering.

Bloo was wondering how someone could be positive when their heart had been yanked out of it's home and raped so hard by reality, that it shattered into a thousand pieces, each one too small, too rough, too broken to ever be put again……

The red basketball creature blinked at Bloo's cold dead silence, something he didn't even think Bloo was even capable of. The hulking hairy, purple monster known as Eduardo approached Bloo, he waved hi but his greeting was returned by the chill of pain that swelled up in Bloo's crying eyes.

Eduardo sniffled "Azul, why you cry? You going to make Eduardo cry too".

Wilt blinked "Yeah, come on Bloo, don't be so sad. Why don't you tell us what's the matter?".

Bloo sighed "I will but first……where's Frankie? There's something she needs to know".

10 minutes later……

Frankie groaned "All right, all right cotton tail, I'll get to it in a few minutes, sheesh. Okay, sorry about that you guys. You wouldn't believe how much laundry is".

The red haired girl slowly stopped as she realized that everyone was staring at her like Madame Foster just kicked the bucket. No poet's words could begin to describe the haunting stains of sorrow that painted the 3 creature's faces like blank canvases. Such innocent creatures, now forever tainted with a breed of heartless darkness that only humans seemingly could understand. Bloo, Wilt, and Eduardo all looked up to Frankie with tears in their eyes.

Frankie started to worry "Hey guys, please stop, you're scaring me. What's the matter with you? Bloo, did you talk to Mac? Is he all right?".

As the diminutive blue blob prepared to tell Frankie what he had already told Eduardo and Wilt, the creaking sound of an old pair of feet started to wobble down the stairs. White hair and an olive green colored sweatshirt adorned the ancient bones of the elderly being that so carefully and graciously stepped down the stairs. Madame Foster grunted as she made it down each step, her eyes bulged behind her glasses when she saw Bloo looking so sad.

In all her years, all her experience, in all her countless imaginary friends that have come and went, none of them have ever worn a face so dark and empty as Bloo was wearing. No, that's not an imaginary friend's face, that's a human's face. A face that has always been worn mere seconds or moments before an even would occur, an event that would destroy lives and shatter hearts. This hollow face is a mask many have worn, worn before they……

Shot themselves……

Hanged themselves……

Drowned themselves……

Killed themselves……

"I knew it, it's finally happened" Madame Foster whispered.

The abysmal stares, the hollowed silence, how cold such a feeling must be, how awful and inhuman that darkness must feel. Bloo took a deep breath and was about to explain everything he saw and heard in Mac's room. But just before Bloo could speak, a thundering force slammed open the front doors. Frankie and the others gasped and turned to see who it was.

It was Mac.

The boy was shaking scared, his clothes were racked with rain and mud, a storm had just unleashed it's Earth rumbling contents over the now blackened the sky. There was a bloody scar on the side of Mac's left cheek, it almost looked like the shape of a cross, carved in by some kind of small, sharp object. The eyes on Mac's young face looked blacker and darker then the deepest circle of Hell, a heartless shell of pain hid behind those 2 eyes.

Frankie gasped "Oh my god Mac, what happened to you?".

Mac whimpered "I'm sorry……I'm sorry……I love you Frankie……and I'm never ever coming back".

The boy burst into tears and ran out the door into the ice cold rain, his voice shrieking out the pain in the night, like a banshee lost in a sea of thorns. A small Swiss army knife dropped from Mac's pocket and clanked as it fell to the ground. There was dried blood on the tip of the knife, Frankie started to cry. Bloo bent down and picked up the knife, staring endlessly at the door.

Wilt sobbed "Never?".

Eduardo added "Ever?".

Bloo finished "Coming back?".

Frankie sobbed "Oh my god, what the hell have I done to that sweet little boy?".

The red haired girl let her soul set ablaze as the blades and tears of anguish shredded through her gentle spirit like cardboard. Frankie ran to her room and cried, cried until her eyes felt as empty and cold as her heart did.

Bloo weakly whimpered to the door, as if asking it a question as the tears of his sadness faded away, along with his beloved best friend……

Goodbye?

Goodbye, cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye


To be continued……