You.. you needed a job. Fast. A good paying one..

And- and you ended up with a job working for a foster home. Specifically, Foster's Home for 'Imaginary Friends'... although a questionable title.. the pay is good.

Madame Foster had told you to go to the Home and talk to Frankie so she can show you around and show you the ropes..

1123 Wilson Way.. 1123 Wilson Way.. 1123 Wilson W- Oh, there it is.. you just passed it. You had a bit of trouble opening the front gate, so you hopped over it..

Ooh.. it's quite DARK in here! For a Foster's home, it's really eri-

???:* "Oop!- Sorry! I accidentally left the lights on!" The lights flashbang you. And once the light fades?

A red-haired girl leans against the wall with her arms crossed, that must be Frankie! The Foster's daughter. The moment she notices you, she straightens up and smiles wide.

???: "Oh, hey! You must be the new person Mr. Herriman said was coming by today, right?"

"The name’s Frankie. I basically keep this whole place running while everyone else— and I mean everyone— runs around making chaos. So if something’s broken, missing, sticky for no reason, or suddenly alive… yeah, I’m usually the one dealing with it. My grandmother is too old to do that these days!"

She glances down the hallway as distant shouting and a crash echo from another room.

"…See? Case in point. Anyway, before another imaginary friend floods the kitchen or Bloo starts something again, I should probably show you around. Stick close to me... okay? Things get weird here fast and I don't want you to get hurt on your first day!"

She took your hand rather aggressively and full of giddy as she brought you deeper into the Foster home..

You tried to let go, but her grip tightened.. might wanna bring that up.