Huzzah. (Ignore me, I'm just grumpy because my Internet is down-again- and cut into my old song spree! D:)
This is my first Foster's story, so please, go easy on me! Just like a lot of my stories, there will be lemon somewhere in it, because I'm a bisexual pervert XD
On with the story! Enjoy! (Please note that in this, Bloo and Mac are the same age.)
It was a regular morning for Mac.
He woke up, ate, got dressed, brushed his teeth and hair, and left for school. Usually he was chased by his bully of a brother Terrance, but he and his mom had left yesterday morning to go visit Grandpa. His mother had been confused as to why Mac was so confident in his choice to stay, but she didn't question, thankfully.
But still unknown to his mother, Mac couldn't afford leaving for a whole week.
He still had a friend he had to visit every day, because if he didn't, he would lose him forever.
Bloo had been living at Foster's for six years now. Mac was now 15, and in 9th grade. Mac was still somewhat of a loner, though his shockingly well-toned body and kind personality had caught a few girls' interest, sometimes staring at him or waving and then looking away when he waved back, blushes staining their faces.
Mac, like Bloo, hadn't changed much at all. He was still highly intelligent and quite responsible for his age, unlike most kids he went to school with. Bloo was still stupid (though not as much as before) and arrogant. And selfish, most of the time.
Mac doodled in his notebook and read random books until the bell rang, signaling the end of school. He sighed in relief and exited the school, turning right, towards Foster's.
It was a normal morning for Bloo.
He woke up, ate, bothered Wilt, ate, bothered Frankie, and sat down in front of the large wall of clocks to wait for Mac.
Nobody at Foster's had changed much. Wilt was still kind and unsure, Eduardo was still a cry-baby, Coco was still insane, and Frankie was as hot-headed as ever (quite literally). None had changed in appearance considering Imaginary Friends don't grow physically, so Bloo was still a short blob. Mac, however, grew much taller and was very slim. Not unhealthily so, but still somewhat alarming. He was about 5'4 now, and went up to just under Wilt's knee.
Bloo went up to Mac's thigh.
Speaking of Bloo, he sat boredly in front of the clocks, occasionally looking out the window or talking to himself to keep his bored levels down. It didn't work.
He sat for four straight hours, until 3:00 came. Bloo snapped his face away from the clock and ran downstairs and ripped the front doors open, and grinned when he saw his creator running toward him.
Mac smiled at him breathlessly. "Hi, Bloo," He said, walking past his friend to the comforts of the giant home.
Bloo followed him into the foyer, and blurted out:
"Hey, you wanna help me with this thing I found? I was looking in the dumpster outside for spare parts for my time machine and found this laser. Well, I think it's a laser. It looks like it. But whatever. It broken, and I can't fix it all by myself…" He gave his best friend puppy dog eyes, lacing his nubby hands together innocently.
Mac sighed, and looked over to him. He quirked an eyebrow. "Your fixing something you found in a dumpster? And you don't even know what it does?" He said.
Bloo shrugged. "Nope. But I guess we'll find out, huh?" He replied, walking up the stairs. Mac rolled his eyes and followed. They walked to Bloo, Coco, Wilt, and Ed's room, greeting several Imaginarys on the way. They were in deep conversation about this new video game coming out tomorrow, and eventually arguing over who would kill the dragon first.
"Oh please, Alduin would SO kick your Argonian butt!" Mac snapped, but was grinning. Bloo scoffed, and smirked arrogantly, brushing off his partner's comment.
"Oh, yeah. And I'm SURE he'll he stopped by a cat in rags," He smirked, patting Mac's shoulder sympathetically. Mac growled.
"Kajiit! They're called Kajiit, Bloo! How many times have I told you that?" Bloo shrugged again.
"About twenty-three. Why?" Mac shook his head.
"Nothing," He sighed, walking into Bloo's room. Upon entering, Wilt looked up from what appeared to be a colorful board game.
"Hey, Mac, Bloo! What are ya up to?" He said good-naturedly, smiling at them. Mac smiled back while Bloo rolled his eyes and started digging through some chest in the corner.
"Where is it, where is it? I know you're in here- AHA!" He shouted excitedly, showing Mac and Wilt what he had found.
It did indeed look like a laser. Only the tip of the gun was razor sharp, like a knife. And there was no trigger.
Mac looked at it skeptically. "Bloo…are you sure this thing is safe?" Bloo scoffed.
"Positive, now stop whining," He set the laser thing on the table.
"But I wasn't whining," The human protested, crossing his arms. Wilt walked over from what was indeed a board game, sitting on Bloo's bed. He gave a weak smile as he looked at the crumpled 'firearm'.
"Bloo…I'm sorry, but…that thing looks sorta broken beyond repair," He said slowly, watching for Bloo's response, but there wasn't one.
His eyes were glued to the contraption on the side table, almost glaring at it. Mac and Wilt looked at him confusedly, before the blue blob finally looked up happily and spoke:
"Yep. It's was definitely created by elves," He smiled proudly.
Mac fell over.
"Elves, Bloo?" He asked warily, picking himself up. "There are no such things as elves." Wilt shifted uncomfortably behind the boy.
"I'm sorry, Bloo, but I think Mac is right. I really doubt that elves exist," He walked to the board game and began to clean it up off the floor.
Bloo growled. "Fine. Okay, I understand. Try to EXTINGUISH my beliefs, huh? Well, okay. But when evil elven overlords of the mighty elven race invade Foster's looking for their top-secret weapon," He gestured to the gun, "Don't come crying to me." He huffed.
"Don't worry," Mac mumbled so Bloo couldn't hear.
2 weeks later…
It was finished. After weeks of screwdrivers, hammers, and (In Bloo's case) backtracking, the laser was finally fully repaired.
And Bloo couldn't have been more annoyed.
"It doesn't DO anything!" He yelled angrily after two hours of messing with the thing. Mac looked at it hopelessly,
"Well…maybe you have to…maybe we-"
"Sit here and WAIT, maybe? Come now, Mac, I'm not patient enough for thaaat!" He whined. Mac growled at being interrupted,
"Press this." He gestured to the small, silver button on the handle, where the trigger should be. Mac wanted to smack himself-and maybe Bloo as well, perhaps- for not seeing it until now.
He pressed the button. Almost instantly, the razor sharp point dulled and a small hole appeared on the tip. Mac and Bloo watched excitedly as a long, thin, but extremely sharp looking needle ejected itself out of the contraption quickly.
They waited for a moment longer, expecting more, but there was nothing. Mac frowned in confusion while Bloo groaned.
"That's it? Is that honestly IT? Are you kidding me?" He said, his voice unpleasantly shrill. Mac also looked slightly miffed,
"We spent two weeks working nonstop for that?" He said quietly. He looked down to his best friend in shock and slight disbelief. Bloo glared right back at him.
"Well, good job, Mac. Had it been any other time, I'd be yelling at you, but at the moment, I can't seem to find any excuse as to why I blame this on you," He growled. Mac just rolled his eyes. He picked up the erected weapon.
"Well…want to see what it does?" He offered, smiling slightly. Bloo stared at him a moment before sighing and agreed.
"Sure," He said, defeated. He suddenly yelped as a sharp pain jabbed at his side, but he didn't have time to see, because as soon as the pain came, it was gone. He looked to his best friend, now bending to the floor so he was eye-level with Bloo.
He looked back at him, startled. "What was that for?!" He squealed, more than a bit shaken. Mac gave him a 'how stupid can you get' sort of look.
"You said we could test it!" The Imaginary's eyes widened.
"Not on me, you mega idiot! How dare you, you…you…" His words slowed to a quiet stop, eyes widening once more. Mac looked to him, confused.
"Bloo…? You okay?" He said uncertainly. His concern started to rise when he saw Bloo start to sway on his feet (does Bloo have feet?) and fall to the floor.
"Bloo!" He shouted and fell to his knees before his unconscious friend. Bloo did not move. Mac threw himself to his feet and ran into the hall.
"Wilt! Coco! Eduardo! Anybody, help!" He wailed desperately. In less than a minute all three of his imaginary companions were running toward him, all with looks of fear on their faces.
"What's the matter?"
"Senior Mac, I was so worried!"
"Coco, coco coco!"
The three of them continued to babble in worry, Wilt apologizing every two seconds for not getting there sooner.
Mac clenched his teeth. He shut his eyes tight as his last shred of patience left his body…
"What is it?"
"Where is Azul?"
"SHUT UP!" Mac finally shouted, running back into the room. He gestured angrily for the other to follow. They hesitated before complying with the silent command.
Mac immediately returned to his best friend's side, picking the (surprisingly light) imaginary friend up and carrying him to his bunk.
Wilt, Ed and Coco all gasped as they saw Bloo unconscious. Wilt had to physically stop Eduardo form running over and squeezing the poor blob in a suffocating hug.
"What happened?" Wilt asked, traces of worry in his voice. Mac looked around uncomfortably where he stood. It had been his fault, hadn't it? He injected…injected SOMETHING into Bloo when he poked him with the needle.
What if it was poison? What if Bloo was already gone? Mac's heart jumped as the rest of him did as he ran over to Bloo and put a hand over his chest, checking for heartbeat. He kept in there for a minute.
There was a faint beat. But what really confused Mac (as well as worried him) was the squirming. It wasn't Bloo himself squirming, but his insides. His skin was still, but he could feel his organs moving underneath, sloshing, and twisting about his body. Mac gulped in horror.
Where they enlarging?
They were, indeed. Mac pressed his hand more firmly against the blob's chest, horror levels rising rapidly. His innards were steadily growing larger. Mac jumped away from his friend, shrieking. His other companions looked startled.
"We need to get him to a hospital! To the E.R! NOW!" He screamed, but soon regained control of himself. No. Don't panic. Panic will get you nowhere, Mac, just stay calm…
He took a deep, shaky breath. He walked to his friend slowly and picked the pale blue blob into his arms. He stood there for a minute, looking at him, and, completely forgetting about Wilt, Coco, and Eduardo, ran out of the room, to Frankie. Frankie would know what to do!
He…could feel the squirming again…
He burst through the doors to Frankie's bedroom, the hot-headed woman looking up in surprise.
"Mac? When did you get here?" Her question went unanswered as the frightened boy came running over to her bed and dropping Bloo on the silky smooth sheets. He turned to his long-time crush in fear and worry.
"I-it's Bloo! He's hurt- or sick, I'm not sure- and I think he's dying!" He ran over and pulled Frankie's arm over to her bed.
"What?!" She wrenched herself from Mac's grip to get a good look at the Imaginary. He was rapidly paling (Think of how he paled the episode "Blooo") and his breath was ragged and uneven. Frankie's eyes widened. "What happened?" She said, putting a hand over his heart. It was beating. Unevenly. That wasn't good.
"Okay. Okay, I think he's stable…a little bit…" She ended the sentence in whisper. But Mac caught every word.
"A little bit? A LITTLE BIT? What is THAT supposed to mean?!" He yelled. He was this close to panicking. What if Bloo didn't make it?
"We have to get to the hospital! Now!" He yanked on her arm again. Frankie's worried face quickly turned into a look of horror.
"We…we don't have the bus…" She murmured, arm going slack in Mac's grip. Mac froze.
"You don't have the bus? WHY? Why does the world hate me so much?" He whined, falling to his knees. Frankie bent down next to him.
"Bloo crashed it a few days ago and it's still being repaired. But don't worry, Mac," She walked over to Bloo, putting a hand over his chest once more. His heartbeat was still stumbling a bit, but was regaining balance. He was still deathly pale, though. "He'll be fine."