"Hm, I wonder what's in here..." Bloo muttered to himself going through Frankie's accessories. "A watch...A necklace...An old engagement ring...A—Ew...A few bracelets..." Bloo dug deeper inside the box and pulled out a key. Although, it didn't look like just any key. The key was gorgeous and nearly without flaw with sharp, untouched edges of the gold-plated neck.
Just then, Frankie opened her bedroom door. She was holding a laundry basket filled with coat hangers ready to hang up her clothes that laid primped and pristine on the end of her bed.
"Bloo!" she chastised. "What are you doing in my room?!"
"I was just looking for a watch!" he lied. Bloo held up the watch to her. "See?"
"Bloo, you don't need a watch. There are more than enough clocks around the house."
"It's not just to tell time, Frankie! It's a brilliant and ostentatious accessory!"
"Ostentatious? That's a big word for you." Bloo glowered. "There is no need for you to be wearing that. It doesn't even fit you."
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
Bloo rolled his eyes.
"Fiiiiiiine..." he groaned and left the room. Frankie slammed the door behind him once he stepped foot into the hallway.
Bloo looked down both ways of the long hallway. No one was in sight. He pulled out the beautiful key and pondered his mind on its mysteries. What could it have possible gone to? Some kind of chest, maybe? A diary even?
Bloo stuck it back into his pocket and walked to the game room where he was suppose to be meeting up with his creator, Mac. But he was too busy at the moment talking with Eduardo. Bloo hid behind the couch listening to their conversation. It was about nothing important. He was just wanting to eavesdrop. Once Ed left the room, Bloo came out from his hiding spot.
"Hey, Mac!" he greeted. "What's happenin'?" And gave a fake smile.
"Bloo, you never say that..."
"Listen, I know this is going to sound bad, but don't get mad at me. I went through Frankie's room and—"
"You went in Frankie's room?!"
"Shhhh! Just listen! I found this in one of her drawers..." He pulled out the key.
"Bloo! You shouldn't—" He paused. "Wait, that's a wierd key..." The key looked almost futuristic and was as big as Bloo's hand. Of, coarse it wasn't a normal key. "Bloo, you have to put that back. Like, right now."
"Why?! It'll be okay, I just have to find out what this goes to..."
"But why?! Why are you getting so defensive about it?—" But then it hit him. "You know something about this, don't you?"
Mac snatched the key away.
"I'm not going to lie to you, Bloo. I can't anymore." Anymore...? "This key belongs to something. But you need to stay away from it."
"What does it belong to?"
"I know, usually I slip into your lies and broken promises and I tell you. But this time, I'm not telling you, Bloo. For anything. You can't know."
"But, Maaaaac—" Bloo's creator said nothing more and walked away with the key. Bloo's uncontrollable urges made him leap at Mac in attack-mode.
"Give me that key!" Bloo yelled reaching for it.
"No, Bloo! Step off!" He didn't listen. "You're making me do this..." Bloo was confused at first as to what he was saying. But then, Mac yelled down the vacuous hallway, "FRANKIE!"
Bloo leaped off his creator and ran around the far corner to hide. Peeking around, he could see Frankie had already made it to Mac. They were talking. But Bloo couldn't make out anything. Mac handed her the key and they walked their separate ways.
Bloo cursed to himself.
"I'm getting that key back if it's the last thing I do..." he said in strong desire.
But why? Why was he so attracted to this oh-so-special key? Bloo had no idea. There was just a certain otherworldly attraction to this item. It was hiding something. And Bloo just had to know what it was. It was hiding something dark and mysterious, he could feel it. But what he didn't know was that he was in for a big surprise. One that would shake his entire world...