Shown the Ropes.
Frankie led Bob down the seemingly endless hallways of Foster's. She'd lived here for basically her whole life, and she knew the place like the back of her hands. She had this advantage over Bob, who was no doubt going to get lost from time to time. Which reminded her,
"Bob," she said, "something just came to me: Do you have a place to live?"
"A rather strange question," said Bob, "but the answer is yes. Why?"
"If you need to live here," she said, "we can make that arrangement."
"Well," said Bob, "thank you for telling me. If I lose my apartment in a fire or some other home losing factor, I'll move in here." Frankie smiled at his joke, and they continued their trek. Suddenly, what seemed like a red giant came to them.
He had red fur, with a red and white one on his chest. His eyes were long, like a crab's eyes. One of them stood straight, with the pupil doing its job, and the other was bent, crooked, with the pupil rolling around like a marble in a glass. He had a long arm on his left with a red, white, and blue wristband, and the other arm was merely a stub.
"Hey, Frankie," he hailed them, "who's your friend?"
"This is Bob," she said, gesturing to him, "he's just been hired."
"Hi Bob," said the red giant, extending his hand to Bob, "I'm Wilt."
"Nice to meet you, Wilt." Said Bob. Wilt excused himself, saying he had to clean up a vase that fell to the floor nearby. So as Frankie and Bob continued, they were greeted by another friend. It was like a bird, with a wacky green hair do. Its body looked something like a plane.
"Coco?" it asked Bob.
"No thank you." She repeated the Mantra of Coco,
"Her name is Coco," said Frankie, "and that's really her language." Bob introduced himself, and Coco excused herself.
Suddenly, they were greeted by a boy.
"Hey, Frankie," he hailed the woman, "who's this?"
"This is Bob," and Frankie knew she would be introducing him quite a lot, "he's working here now." Bob got down on a knee to shake the boy's hand.
"I'm Mac," said the boy, then noticed the massive scars on the equally massive hands that belonged to Bob, "Wow, your hands are huge, and covered in scars. Do you Box?"
"Smart lil' dude," said Bob, "I do box. Keeps me young and fit." The boy was soon joined by a what looked like a blue bullet.
"Hey Frankie," he said to her, "who's your boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend," said Frankie, a bit assertively. The bullet smirked, and continued to tease her.
"You two are cute together." Frankie was starting to get unglued, as evidenced by the glare she gave him. Bob gathered that he pulled this crap all the time.
"You don't even know me," said Bob, "why treat me like I'm a buddy you can just dump that kind of crap on?" This made the bullet stop dead, before walking away uneasily.
"You'll have to forgive Bloo," said Mac, "he's kind of a smart alek, and tends to take things too far. He's a comedian that don't know when to stop being funny, but he's not so much a comedian." Bob nodded, as Frankie continued the tour.
...
A few hours later, Bob had seen the whole of the house, and met a plethora of imaginary friends. His feet felt like spikes had invaded his shoes, his brow was matted with sweat bullets, and he felt like he just ran a marathon. Frankie chuckled slightly.
"You'll get used to it," she told him, comfortingly. "Before you leave, can you give us some contact information? Phone number, email, things like that." Bob wrote the requested information on a form given by the green jacket clad woman, and then said his goodbyes, promising to be back bright and early tomorrow. Frankie warned him that he should avoid wearing fancy clothing to work, and that casual was the dress code.
...
Henry Jensen sat in the apartment, over a box of pizza that had just been delivered when he heard the deadbolt turn. The door swung open and there stood Bob. He looked like he just outran a T-Rex, with his sweaty brow, heavy breathing, and sluggish movements. He locked the door behind him and dropped his key in the keybowl.
"Hey," said Henry. Henry was a rather plump man, with short legs, bulgy kneecaps, fat arms, and a head with a mop curly red hair. He loved to give friends a hard time, and make jokes. He even made jokes about his own bulk.
"Yo," said Bob, his usual greeting towards Henry. He sat down at the table, and grabbed a slice of pizza, having it down the hatch in seconds flat.
"Wow," said the red headed man, "and I thought I was hungry. You get the job?"
"Yeah," said Bob, working into his second slice, nearly making every bite his last. With a few slices of Pizza under his belt, Bob began to feel less worn out. He showered, got into his pajamas, and went to bed. Tomorrow he would start work at his new job, and he hoped that this would give him the restart he so desperately needed.