@fosterskeeper

Sunset was in awe of the house as she pulled into the driveway with her motorcycle revving. When she saw the “Help Wanted” ad in the paper at a place called “Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends” she honestly thought it was a crock of shit. But yet, here it was.

She stepped off the bike, her boots lightly patting the sidewalk under her feet. She took in the sights as she trigged up the steps and undid the strap on her helmet, taking if off and placing it under her arm as she knocked on the door.