Wilt was sitting down at the dinner table, eating of course, he loved the food here. He had only been here about two weeks, but he loved it here. He had gained nearly ten pounds, that Madame Foster was determined to make him gain all his wieght back. Wilt ate and talked with his new friends, everything was normal. Suddenly he felt a searing pain where his right arm would be, he yelped and looked down, and insteed of a stump he saw his right arm, in a crushed state. He groaned and gritted his teeth as another wave of pain hit him, he then clamped his eyes shut and screamed as the pain started to intensify.

"Wilt, deary whats wrong!?" Madame Foster asked, alarmed by his sudden ot burst.

"My, AH, arm!"

"Deary there's nothing wrong with your arm!"

"Th-the right!"

"It's not there!"

"Wh-what?"

"It's not there!" Wilt then looked down back at at his arm, gone, pain left his arm.

"It's .. not there. Not there."

"Wilt, hon, maybe we should take you to a doctor."

The next day Wilt was sent to the local hospital, in hopes of finding out what happened. The doctor ran some tests and asked Wilt some questions, soon enough, they had an answer.

"Well, I'm glad to say that Wilt is fine, he is experincing some pretty intense phantom pains, on account of whatever happened to his arm." The doctor said, patting Wilt on the shoulder.

"Is there anything we can do for him?"

"Therapy is a good option."

" I'm not so sure if-" Wilt started.

"I understand, theraphy isn't for everyone. Whenever Wilt starts to have phantom pains again, the best you can do is calm him down and remind him that its not real. Though Wilt really should start talking about his trama, if he he is ever really going to get better."

"Well thanks, gotta go bye!" Wilt shouted dragging Madame Foster out of the hospital.

"Wilt, what was that abo-"

" Nothing."

"Well okay then..." Madame Foster said, getting onto the Fosters Bus, Wilt following behind her. After they got on the road Madame Foster tryed to talk to him again. "Wilt, dear, if something is wrong you can tell me. I won't think any less of you."

"I don't feel like talkin' 'bout it.." Wilt mummbled.

"But, hun, you heard the doctor."

"I'm sorry, but really don't want to talk about it, is that okay?"

"Take all the time you need, this is about you getting better."

"Thank you..."

One day, when Madame Foster was making rounds, she saw Wilt folding the laundry. Suddenly Wilt winced and started to grit his teeth together, his eye dart in a panic manner to his stump. Madame Foster ran in to Wilt rescue and tried to comfort him as much as he could, after a large amount of coaxing Wilt finally calmed down.

"Wilt, dear, are you okay?"

"I'm-m f-f-fine. fine."

"Would it help if you talked about it?"

"... N-no."

"It would make you feel better..."

"Y-your not upset with me... are you?"

"Of coarse I'm not... why?"

"N-no reason." Wilt shuffled around, sitting on the ground and tucking his legs in. Madame Foster looked and him for a moment before pulling him into a hug. He looked her a moment, before leaning towards her slightly and smiling the smallest amount. He liked Madame Foster, she was a nice old lady, she made him feel safe, but then again thats sort of what she does for a living.

"Th-thank you..."

"No problem dear, its what I do, now why don't you just go on to bed and take yourself alittle nap."

"I'm sorry, but I'm okay, really, you go on with what you were doing. I'll be fine."

"If you say so... but if you need anything you let me know."

"I will."

"Good."

A week later Wilt had another episode, it was one of the worst he had had yet. Madame Foster ran over and tried to calm him down the best she could, but it wasn't doing much good.

"Wilt, calm down! It's not real! Ya gotta calm dooowwnnn!" All she got in response was screams of horror. Madame Foster sighed and just sat there and tried to comfort him intill he finally calmed down. "Do you want to talk about it now...?"

"... O-okay..."

"Go on dear..."

"Well... I um.. I lost."

" Lost what dear?"

"Well... m-my creator made me to help him learn to play... a sport..." Wilt said, deciding not say the sport, cause if he did she would surely get him a basketball goal. "And I did... b-but this kid down the street was jelious... and m-made this big friend... th-they were big cheaters. Th-they challenge us and... I lost... I let my kid down..."

"... Is that all?" Wilt just whimpered in response. "Wait... is that when you lost your...?" The look Wilt gave her was enough. "Oh..."

"I don't really care about the arm... It's just I let my kid down, I lost, I failed my purpose..."

"Oh... I get it, but Wilt, hon, you shouldn't let that one failure dominant your life."

"I guess you got a piont... I'll try..."

"Good."

"And Madame Foster, can you... not tell anyone... about this..."

"My lips are ceiled."

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Wilt wobbled in the high heels he was wearing, Frankie was making him play dress up again, he stummbled out into her room and struck a silly pose. Frankie giggled and clapped her hands, she loved it when Wilt played dress up with her.

"How do lo-o-ooooooo-" Wilt said, before falling over, causing the dress Wilt was being forsed to wear by his young red headed companion to fall up to his armpits. Frankie, being four years old, laughed. Wilt blushed furiously and sent a faux glare Frankies way. Suddenly there was flash of light and a giggle. Wilt scrambled up to his feet and spun around and saw Madame Foster atanding in the doorway, holding a camera.

"Oh, hello dears, don't mind me."

"Madame Foster!"

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello dear, you two playing dress up?"

"Yeah, Wilt fell over." Frankie giggled.

"I saaawww." Wilt then glared at Madame Foster. "Okay Okay, I'll get outa your hair, you two have fun."

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Frankie walked by the bathroom, she was making her normal morning rounds around the house, when suddenly she heard someone. She turned around and listened harder, she could have sworn she heard singing. Frankie stepped closer to the door and pressed her ear against the door, someone WAS singing! The vioce sounded so familar... it couldn't be... She opened the door and low and behold there was Wilt, adorned in only a towel and singing his heart out. Wilt swung his hips to the music and sang to himself in the mirror, completely shameless. Frankie put her hand over her mouth and giggled at him, this was too funny. Wilt continued to dance and sing, not seeming to notice Frankie at all. Frankie let out a muffled laugh and Wilt turned around and turned his music off.

"I'm sorry, was my singing that bad?" Wilt asked before his towel promptly fell to his ankles. Frankie burst out laughing, this was just getting better. Wilt scrambled for his towel and wrapped it back around his waist. "It's not funny!"

"Okay... okay I'm sorry," Frankie laughed, "What are you freaking out about? You walk around naked all the time!"

"This is different!"

"HOW?"

"... I guess you have a piont." Wilt chuckled and allowed the towel to drop.

"So... singing?"

"You caught me..." Wilt blushed and looked aside.

"Hey man chill, we all sing everyonce in awhile man."

"...Really?

"Really. Plus, you gotta pretty neato vioce."

"I do?"

"You do."

"Awwww Franki-"

"No need to get all mushy, Wilt, you just... continue what you were doing." Frankie giggled and walked off to continue her rounds.

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Wilt sat next to little Frankie, who was turning one. She had a small chocolate cake with a single candle on top, sitting there waiting to be eaten by the small child. They lit the candle and sang happy birthday to her, not that she was paying much attension. After the candle was put out they let her eat her cake, or at least play with it. She stuck her hands into the cakes and wiggled around her cute little baby fingers. Wilt smiled at her, as did her parents, who were standing over her. Frankie looked at Wilt and promptly threw her little cake at Wilt, getting it all over his face, getting laughs from all.

"Frankie!"

"Wilt, calm down, she's a baby!" Madame Foster said tickling little Frankie under her chin. Frankie giggled, you know that way babies do, and stood up on her chair with her chubby little baby legs and propped herself on Wilt's face with her hands. She stared at Wilt babbling for a second before smiling and starting to lick the cake off his face, making the other awwww and Wilt blush.