This is my first Wilt story! Yay!

If I had to choose an episode/special of Foster's that was my favorite, I'd say "Good Wilt Hunting". I considered that special to be the most touching and saddest episode of the whole series. Like when we learn how Wilt loses not just his arm and half of his eyesight, but his creator's trust. I actually cried when I first saw Wilt's arm being crushed Foul Larry giant ass! I'm like most Wilt-fan girls, who adore this guy. He's not like boyfriend cute, but puppy dog cute.

I'm getting off-topic here. I know there's been a few fanfictions that expanded more on Wilt's past and how his life on the streets was a living hell, but this from MY point of view. It doesn't just talk about Wilt, but some of Frankie's past on how she came to Foster's. I've had it in my head for a while and those stories inspired me to make one.

Sorry if the first chapter sucks. I just got home from Las Vegas and learned a lesson there: There's nothing to do in Vegas, especially if you're not 21!

OK, sorry if I spoke too much, I'm gonna shut up so you can read it now!

Feel free to comment and I'll take some criticism too.

Disclaimer: I don't Foster's or the characters here. (I wish I did!)

Charleston, South Carolina 1976

I'm sorry but I wish that this rain could stop.

This has been going on for what seem like weeks, maybe even months. It was hard to tell if it was daytime or nighttime since the clouds were completely blocking the bright blue sky and yellow sun. It would've been great to have some sunlight just so Wilt could see clearly. The puddles beneath his Chuck Taylors splashed from every step he took.

He would've taken a bus…but only one "small" problem, the red beanpole didn't have a cent on him. Hell, he can't even ask for a ride from a stranger, because he thought he would be too much of a burden to let someone drive him through this cold, cruel world.

Wilt then suddenly realized as he looked at his reflection in the puddle. "I'm a monster," he gasped. Wilt saw that his arm was disfigured in an unusual position and was hurting like hell. His eyestalk was crooked other than his left one. The pain in his whole body felt like an elephant had fallen from the sky and hammered on him, but then eventually got off of him afterwards.

Then he remembered…the game. The game that had brought him complete shame and had even disgraced Jordan .

He remembered it, like it just happened.

"10 seconds guys, 10 seconds!" Stats shouted out loud to let the two teams know that time is almost up. Usually, 10 seconds would last for what seemed to the players enough time to make the last basket. Stats' scoreboard read 47 to 47 for both the Home and Away team. This court was now turning into a battle.

Who were the Home teammates? They were obviously the two greatest street basketball players of possibly the whole neighborhood within the heart of Charleston, one of them was 10-year old Jordan Michaels. Possibly the shortest boy of the block. At first he loved basketball ever since he saw his brother playing. But, there was one problem…he wasn't the best. Heck, he couldn't get the ball to touch the rim, let alone make a basket.

Originally, his brother use to rule the courts. But now, he is standing from the sidelines, scowling at him with envy when he spotted him.

Jordan couldn't have beaten his brother if it wasn't for his partner, Wilt. Ever since he was imagined, he was considered to be Jordan's only friend, since the kids around the block and at school would tease him for being short and frail. But Wilt would not tolerate those insults. Every day, he and Jordan would head down to the courts to teach Jordan the rules of basketball. He taught every technique he knew, even some of his secret ones.

Usually, they would practice for hours until the sun descended and faded from the sky.

The kids around the block would challenge them and would usually lose to the duo. For a whole year, they have defeated almost the whole neighborhood. Whether it was one on one or two on two.

But there was only one team to beat in order to be the most undefeated. It was the Visiting Team. One of them was the new kid, Joe Burdly, who lived down the street from Jordan's house. He was slightly taller Jordan by about 6 inches. Plus, he was physically a husky child, with long red hair locks covering parts of his scowling and freckled face. What his secret was to end up getting the score tied was fouling. He would usually push and shove Jordan out of his way and step on Wilt's feet to get the ball.

His partner was not who Jordan and even Wilt expected. He was also an imaginary friend who was imagined days before the game. Larry was his name or what neighborhood kids famously call him "Foul" Larry, since he is known to noticeably cheat in matches and threatens them to not go against them. He stood at least 2 feet higher than Wilt, since he was only 10 feet high. His orange bulky body was wide enough to block Jordan. He was even strong enough lift Wilt off the ground, making the crowd gasp and boo at them. The red beanpole knew that this might be the toughest game he has ever played.

What made Wilt and Jordan despised them more than the technical fouls, that were getting annoying, was that they were both wearing matching basketball uniforms that were green. They knew they had to be fans of the Boston Celtics, whom are the team Wilt and Jordan loathed so much. They were fans of the Harlem Globetrotters.

As Larry finally reached his opponents' side, he was attempting to score a two pointer to win. Wilt went under the basket and sky rocketed to try and steal the ball from him. What he didn't see was that Jordan was getting back on offense to catch the ball. Larry finally was released the ball into the air. Wilt was determined to get that ball to end the game with at least a tie; But, he knew how important this game is and thought a tie was not acceptable for Jordan's sake.

The orange giant was watching the ball as it soared, but gravity was not coping with him and little did he know, he was about plummet to where Jordan was guarding!

Wilt's eyes widened by the sight and panic immediately made a strike to his concentration, making him miss the ball completely. The image of Jordan injured sent him charging toward him, he would have no one to blame but himself. The crowd witnessed the action and silenced as they Wilt hollering to Jordan, who under Larry's shadow.

He closed his eyes and tensed his muscles to prepare himself for the pain that was about to enter him.

Remembering that pain made Wilt's body hurt even more; he knew he needed help. The pain was caused by Larry, since his immense body weight sat on his arm and the ball targeted his left eyestalk, leaving him half blind.

He had to find a hospital or something.

He then traveled on, limping his way to wherever he can find shelter. Even though he wanted to come back home, he knew how disappointed Jordan must be. He then had a small debate with his inner thoughts. "Why would he want me anymore? I'm just a loser…a broken loser," his thoughts were proving their point. Why would he care? Why would anyone care? Every kid will just considered him as a total deception and a phony. Thanks to him, Jordan would be an outcast again. He could hear Jordan's last words echoing in his brain:

"Aw, man! We lost!"

Tears then dripped from his right eye; It was hard for Wilt to tell if it were his tears or the raindrops pouring down on his face. He then found a small dark alley, after traveling for about 10 miles. Then he found a box that was about the right size for him to bunch his whole thin body in. As the box sheltered him, he can finally recognize the warm salty tears running down and began to quietly sob.

"I'm sorry, Jordan, I'm so sorry."

"Wilt!" a voice shouted. The puddles splashed under Jordan's feet. He was panicked by the news Stats told him about Wilt's sudden disappearance. No evidence, no note nor anything. Jordan looked through the various places around town, but he was having no luck. It felt like a torturous game of Hide and Seek, except you can never find their path nor their hiding spot.

He had searched everywhere, then returned to the basketball court where that faithful game took place. Then looked down to see something familiar on the hard wet concrete, a wet and soggy wristband that Wilt must have left. He held it in his hands to stare at it. Memories were now surrounding head.

Wilt wasn't just a coach…or a friend…but for some reason he seem like a father.

He remembered back when he was younger, when his real father passed away. He died of a cardiac arrest and help arrived too late. His father promised him that he would teach him to play, since he did join the basketball team during high school. It felt as though his hopes were slowly tumbling away.

Ever since Wilt was imagined he had a similar personality of his late father. It seemed that the spirit of him was inside of Wilt.

Jordan even remembered the exact words that he once asked him:

"I bet that we could beat almost everyone in the neighborhood".

Wilt warmly smiled down at him, after they won their 3rd game in a row and headed on home. He then ruffled his afro a little and responded, "I bet we might too, as long as we try our hardest, there's no way we'll lose."

Looking back, hearing those words he said made him realized how much he counted on Wilt. He was giving attention and a reputation that he shared along with Wilt; but he felt as though he was stealing it from him. Because, the red beanpole had a natural-born ability and that he deserved the credit. Honorability may feel worthy for a while, eventually it slowly turns to envy from others.

He returned back to the court, back where he started and received the news, looked down at the concrete that was being hit by hundreds of raindrops. Jordan then saw something rejecting the dripping pattern that made his eyes pop out. It was a wristband that was completely soaked. It was Wilt's; he picked it up and stared at it.

"I'm sorry, Wilt." he squealed softly as tears began to form. But he defied his tears to pour.

That was when he was in total despair and dismay and walked home to tell his mother and brother that Wilt has "moved on". He didn't care if his mom was angry at him for being in this sort of weather. Jordan will have to learn to move on too.