Wilt is an imaginary friend created by Jordan Michaels and one of the tritagonists in Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. He is voiced by veteran comic/actor Phil LaMarr. Wilt is kind-hearted, friendly, cool, helpful, lighthearted, honest and incredibly nice. He is optimistic and confident, despite his troubled past. Wilt was created by a kid named Jordan Michaels (a play on the famous. Fosters home for imaginary friends Wilt X Reader Fanfiction. Konnichiwa everyone!! Have you ever watch this cartoon 'fosters home for imaginary friends' well if you do then there's no problem for you to know the characters. This is my first time to make a x reader story here well hope you like it oh yes plea. Mac is the main protagonist of the Cartoon Network series Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends.He visits imaginary friends all the time. He is an eight year old boy who was the original owner of Bloo until he had to give him up at the end to stay at Foster's, as his mother believed that he was getting too old to continue having an imaginary friend. He helps around with Frankie Foster.

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He came bounding down the stairs shortlyafter his name was called. Bloo trailed after him, looking annoyedthat their afternoon games had been interrupted.

'Yeah,Frankie?' he asked as he stopped before her. The usuallygood-natured redhead looked solemn and gave the boy a weaksmile.

'Mac,' she began, her voice trembling slightly.'This is Officer Grant.' The officer nodded towards Mac with asad smile.

'Hello,' Mac said, and his eyes wandered to thepoliceman's hands, where his fingers fumbled nervously with hishat. Mac's stomach froze. He had seen enough movies and tv shows toknow that when a policeman comes to your house and looks thatnervous, it means bad news for someone inside.

'What'sgoing on?' he asked in a voice that was supposed to sounddemanding, but instead imitated a squeaky door hinge.

'Yeah,whatever it is, it better be important,' Bloo huffed as he crossedhis little blobby arms. Frankie ignored the comment and went to oneknee before Mac, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

'Mac,sweetie, there's something I need to tell you.'

The frozenball in Mac's belly quickly melted, forcing ice water into hisveins. He cast quick glances to the cop, who looked as awkward andnervous as ever. The boy forced a crooked smile to his numblips.

'Ha, h-ha,' he chuckled shakily. 'Frankie, sincewhen do you call me s-sweetie?'

'Ooo-ooooh!' Blooteased. 'Frankie lo-oves you, Mac! Isn't that cuu-uute?'

'Bloo,shut it!' the redhead spat shortly, and the look she impaled theblobby imaginary friend with could have sliced him in two had sheheld it longer. Bloo shrank away slightly and covered his mouth withhis non-existent hands.

'Yes, ma'am,' hewhimpered.

'What's going on?' Mac pleaded, now soundingon the verge of tears. Something was obviously seriously verywrong.

'Mac,' Frankie started, struggling to find thestrength to continue without breaking into sobs. She had to be strongfor Mac. 'There's been an accident.'

The little boypaled beneath his messy brown hair. 'An . . . anaccident?'

Frankie nodded slowly. 'Your mother was drivinghome from work Mac, and . . . another car ran a red light . . .'She trailed off as her young friend began to tremble.

'M-Mom?'he squeaked. Frankie's heart twisted.

'She . . . shedidn't survive, sweetie,' the redhead whispered gently. 'I'msorry, Mac. I'm so sorry!'

Tears streamed silently downher cheeks, and she stifled a sob as Mac stared at her with wideeyes. Bloo stood rooted to the spot, mouth hanging slack. His colorhad paled noticeably.

Mac stood motionless for a moment,staring at his older friend with wide, unseeing, unblinking eyes.Then he began to shake his head, slowly at first, but soon withenough force and speed that Frankie was worried he was going to givehimself whiplash.

'NO!' he finally cried, eyes tightlyclamped shut. 'No-no-no-no-no-no-NO! That's NOT true!' His eyessnapped open and he jabbed an accusatory finger at Frankie. 'You'relying! She's not d—she's okay! You'll see! She's home rightnow, fixing supper! I'll show you! I'LL SHOW YOU!!'

Suddenlythe little boy turned on his heels and ran to the phone in the nextroom. Frankie, Bloo and Officer Grant heard him dial frantically,muttering all the while about what a horrible lie this was.

Theline connected and he heard the phone in his apartment ring for thefirst time. And the second. And the third.

'C'mon Mom,pick up,' he pleaded. 'Please, please, please pick up. Please beokay. Please just be there!'

Frankie quietly stepped intothe room while Mac's home phone rang for the tenth time. Bloopeeked out from behind her leg as Mac closed his eyes tightly, stillbegging his mother to pick up. Slowly, the blue friend made his wayto his creator's side and placed an arm around the boy'sshoulders. Mac looked at his imaginary friend, breathing hard, hiseyes shiny.

Wordlessly, Bloo slowly took the phone receiverfrom Mac's hands, and gently placed it back in itscradle.

'Sh-she's not there,' the little boy saidquietly and suddenly burst into loud, wailing sobs. Bloo immediatelythrew his arms around the boy--his creator, his best friend, theperson he loved and cared about most in the whole world. He had beencreated to play with, comfort and protect Mac, and had alwayssucceeded in his duties. But now, when Mac was in so much pain, Bloofelt disgusted with himself. After all these years, through the lossof Mac's father and all the beatings Terrence delivered, Bloo wasfailing his friend because there was nothing he could do.

Thepower of his sobs drove Mac to his knees, where he wanted no morethan to curl up into a tight little ball and cry forever. He feltlost and abandoned. What would he do now, without a mother to carefor him? How could he go on? Where would he live? His life seemed tohave come to a screeching halt, all because of a visit from onepoliceman, who had actually never said a word to him.

Hesuddenly realized that the little knot that he and Bloo had tiedthemselves into had been lifted and was now being carried across theroom. He wiped his eyes and looked up, meeting the teary gaze ofFrankie as she sat down on the couch, gently plopping the two intoher lap. After some maneuvering—Bloo had an iron grip on Mac—shewas finally able to curl her arms around the two, bringing them intoa warm, tight embrace as she buried her tear streaked face in theboy's hair.

'Oh, Mac,' she murmured softly. She wasstill crying steadily. 'I'm so sorry, honey.'

'Sh-shecan't be gone!' Mac sobbed. 'She just can't be!'

Frankie'sheart wrenched in two. She wanted nothing more than to hold Mactightly as she rocked him and stroked his hair and told him thateverything was going to be okay, that he was going to be fine,because that's what you told people in situations like this. Butshe knew better. Having had her own parents torn from her life whenshe was only 5, she knew that things were far from 'okay', andMac was miles from 'fine'.

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But she held him tightly as sherocked him and stroked his hair and told him that everything wasgoing to be okay, and that he was going to be fine. And she wept withboy and imaginary friend, hugging them both tightly, as though indoing so she could absorb their grief and relieve them of this pain.

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He came bounding down the stairs shortlyafter his name was called. Bloo trailed after him, looking annoyedthat their afternoon games had been interrupted.

'Yeah,Frankie?' he asked as he stopped before her. The usuallygood-natured redhead looked solemn and gave the boy a weaksmile.

'Mac,' she began, her voice trembling slightly.'This is Officer Grant.' The officer nodded towards Mac with asad smile.

'Hello,' Mac said, and his eyes wandered to thepoliceman's hands, where his fingers fumbled nervously with hishat. Mac's stomach froze. He had seen enough movies and tv shows

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