I absolutely love Foster's, there's like no tk content for it, but fuck it we ball
This was made from a request from @aceofspades-doodles! hrgrhrhgrhrgh I may have deviated from it a bit but I hope you still like it! Thanks to them and also @someone1348 for indulging in my Foster's obsession, I love having people to talk to about it :3
ALSO!!! This contains elements that are only ever used in the Foster's movie, Destination Imagination! If you don't want to be VERY confused near the end, please go watch that first. I highly recommend it either way, it's such a good movie--
Summary: Mac tries to ambush Bloo. It goes about as well as you think. Shenanigans galore.
Word count: 1,268
ENJOY!
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Five minutes late.
The eight-year-old was usually right on time arriving at Foster's. Three o’clock, every day, to play with his imaginary friend. But, as Bloo sat at the front door waiting for Mac, he was growing a tad worried.
Maybe Terrence had intercepted him? Locked him up in his closet again, so he couldn’t visit? Something in his gut told him it wasn’t that, but there had to be some reason-
“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute, bud. He might’ve just been held up by something at school,” Frankie mentioned idly as she walked across the hallway, World following her close behind.
Right. Just school stuff.
Or so he thought.
Mac quietly clambered through the back window, careful not to creak any steps as he snuck towards the main area. Bloo’s hearing was always on high alert this time of day, ready to pounce the moment he saw his friend.
This time, though, the roles were swapped.
Just a few more steps. Three more… two more… one…
“Oh hey, Mac! I didn’t hear you come in.”
Wilt?!
Mac jumped at the amputee’s sudden presence with a yell, shooting a half-hearted glare at him before looking back at Bloo, who was slowly turning to face him with an unreadable expression.
“Uh… hi?”
“Did you just try to sneak up on me?”
“Bloo, I-”
“Ambushing you is my thing, not the other way around!”
Mac backed away a bit as his imaginary friend’s face became more menacing, but Wilt butted in before any more could be said.
“I’m sorry, but if you two are gonna fight again, could you maybe, uh- take it to a place that's not the front door?”
“We're not fighting!” Bloo retorted. “I'm just making sure Mac knows he can't ambush me when I should be ambushing him!”
“Yeah, well, maybe I feel like getting a little revenge, since it happens every day whenever I get here!”
“It’s not as funny when you do it, though! I get all squished, while you’re just knocked over!”
“You don’t die when you’re-”
“I’m sorry guys, but could you please argue somewhere else?” Wilt chimed in again, looking a bit anxious. Bloo’s expression, though, became a lot more devious looking.
Mac gulped. He knew that face all too well… Come to think of it, the whole “argument” must’ve been a trap! Ugh, why didn’t he think of this? Bloo does it all the time!
“Nah, we’ll stop arguing, I know how to settle this better,” Bloo crossed his arms, winking in Wilt’s direction and turning to face his best friend, a smug smile spread wide across his face. Mac shrunk away on instinct, waving his hand slightly.
“Uh, heh… yeah, we’ll stop… eheh… hi, Bloo…” He managed to spill out, before bolting out of the room almost as fast as if he had eaten sugar.
“Oh no, ya don’t, buddy!” Bloo ran after him. “We still have a little something to settle!”
Mac ran as fast as he could around the ever-more-confusing house, finally diving behind a beanbag in a desperate attempt to hide from the absolute menace that Bloo was most definitely turning into. He tried to quiet his panting, heart racing as he heard his creation’s footsteps getting closer.
Until they stopped.
The boy paused, peeking out slightly from behind the beanbag.
“Alright there, champ?”
“AH!” Mac jumped back again, pushing himself right up against the wall and away from Bloo.
“Jeeheez bud, I was only being nice! You were lookin’ a little uptight, thought ya might need some liveliness!”
“No you did not! You were a hundred percent trying to scare me!”
“Eh, fair point. Anyway, where was I now? Oh yeah, tickling the snot outta you.” And with that, Bloo divebombed the brunet and the two wrestled on the ground for a little bit. Mac was fending off as many of Bloo’s little pokes as he could, whilst using his free moments to try and throw him off completely.
Until one managed to find its way to prod his side and he froze with a startled yelp.
Bloo’s smile turned into a shit-eating grin as he took advantage of the situation, rapidly poking Mac in the same spot over and over, which in turn caused the little tyke to burst out in chaotic, uneven laughter.
“Hey- waHAIT- NO! NoHohO- eHAH! Noho faHAHahAIR!”
“No, I think it's perfectly fair, considering you were gonna do something pretty darn similar to me just a few moments ago.”
“Ihi- I wahasn’t- AHa! I wasn’t gohoING to tiHIHickle yoHoU!”
“Yeah, but you were going to ambush me, so… same difference.” Bloo wasn’t even trying to relent on his pokes and prods.
There was something about both his attitude and how naturally good he was at making his creator’s brain wires short circuit that could almost make one think he was made for it, in part. He never paid any attention to it, but that little spark in his mind was always there.
Mac, on the other hand, was somehow planning his escape. Despite being tickled to a point of nearly turning to mush, his train of thought was still going, albeit intermittently.
Bloo, clearly enjoying having the advantage in the moment, decided he wanted to fluster the kid just a bit more.
“Hey buddy, I think there might be a little something you wanna tell me, hm? Somethin’ about how much- AH!”
In the heat of the moment, Mac managed to grab Bloo’s side and squeeze, causing him to yelp and retract his arms. The eight-year-old held Bloo against his chest, roughly scribbling into his midsection and eliciting the blob’s signature bouncy laughter as he wiggled around in Mac’s seemingly iron grip. Mac smiled, internally cheering at his own achievement before speaking up again.
“So, Bloo, how’s it feel to be on the receiving end?”
“AH! Noho! MahAC yohou- Nohoho! AHAha!”
“I hear you, but it isn’t making any seHENSE- HehEY!”
Bloo had managed to flip himself around, digging into Mac’s underarms quickly enough for the latter to falter and give him the upper hand once again.
“Of cohourse it didn’t make any sense, Mac! My language skills are beyond your comprehension.”
“How- HOhow is thaHAt pohohossiBLE?”
“I dunno, buddy, you’re the one who made me up! You tell me!”
“Blohoo- Ihi- AH- I caHAHAhan’t!”
“Can’t what, Macaroni? Tell me why I can speak the way I do? Or can’t handle my ULTIMATE TICKLING POWER?!”
“Ultimate tickling power? I don’t think so.”
Bloo paused, whirling around to come face to face with- World?
“HAH! You think that fabric floppy body of yours has ultimate tickling power?”
“Oh, not this. BUT-”
World bounded behind the two of them and, holding Mac by the collar of his red shirt and securing Bloo underneath his other arm, he dragged them all the way to the attic, humming and giggling to himself.
“I think we all know a place where that all changes.” He secured both in his hold as all three fell into the toybox. Bloo, though, was still cocky as ever.
“I still don’t think you could ever surmount my ULTIM- World?”
He looked over at the homemade doll, nudging it before realizing it was faceless.
“World? Buddy? Where’d you gooooooo?”
“Uh, Bloo? Maybe you should look where we’re standING-”
“What? It’s just a fluffy... picnic… blanket…”
The childish giggle that sounded beneath him is when realization struck.
“Okay, y’know what World I take it back, maybe in some ways you do have ultimate- this isn’t going to change my fate, huh?”
