This troper wins. She fell in love with one of them. (I hate referring them to imaginary friends, they are far too real to me and some of the realest things in my life)

This troper remembers having a freaking ''pantheon'' of imaginary characters; somewhat subverted in that she always knew that they were just in her head, and that she was bored with her real friends and family at the time. Even so, she has held onto them anyway, and even though they change and morph and split off into different personas as she grows older and finds more fandoms and thinks up more fictional worlds to put them into, she still knows who is who. Basically, as a developing writer and troper, she's come to recognize that they're sort of tools of her imagination, but she loves them anyway. On a different level, usually when this troper gets into a new fandom, at least one character from said fandom will stick in her head, after which she does things like imagining what they would think if they were to watch/read/play something from another fandom, or carry out full-blown MSTs. Sometimes one small aspect of them will branch off into another version of themselves, which this troper will develop into a character in his/her own right. There are hundreds of them, and most of them have been introduced to each other (if that makes any sense at all, and this troper knows it doesn't). It's honestly hard to explain without sounding like she's on medication (or should be), but it's a truly wonderful system for thinking up stories and making characters into 3D models to study from all angles, instead of just analyzing any canonical lines they have. In other words, this troper has a massive, teeming, insane Fanon universe inside of her head.

This troper, being an avid gamer, would (and still does) - as she put it - "bring game characters into this world from their world". Unfortunately, it went ''way'' too far, but I'm not gonna go into what it led to. They're still real to me, though, and I've even "met" characters from various anime. I just... don't talk about it except with a friend of mine.

This Troper had an imaginary friend in pre-school and kindergarden. When my two younger siblings got older, without ever planning it or discussing it, we started this running game where they played my friends from Pluto.

This troper occaisionally bounces ideas off, or asks for advice, from an attractive young woman named jennifer, who happens to be imaginary.

This troper has never actually had a traditional imaginary friend, but pretended to have one in kindergarten because everyone else did. She did, however, acquire an imaginary twin sister named Felicity when she was a few years older (who wouldn't imaginarily accompany the troper; rather, the troper sometimes pretended to be Felicity).

This troper had a small gang of cats that went after mean people and had millions of legs when she was younger, a squid named marvin in middle school, and currently has Clantis and Weebole, a circus freak and a rat puppet turned human.

This troper had an imaginary horse named Splash. She also stole any book or movie characters she particularly adored (Simba and Rajah especially) and made them into imaginary friends. Most of said imaginary friends were animals because she wasn't allowed to have pets...

When she was especially little, this troper had an entire horde of imaginary CareBears, whom followed her everywhere and whom she always "spoke for." At bedtime, she said good-night to each one ''individually.'' Also, when she was older (exactly how much older she won't reveal, as it's embarrassing), she had an imaginary friend named Rupert. Rupert was a boy her own age, with blonde hair and red sweaters, only he had wings. He could shape-change into other things, but he couldn't stay that way, and he helped her fight off nightmares. This troper sincerely believed that he was going to find a way to become "real" so she could marry him! He eventually confessed to her that he'd never really had wings, but had gotten them by pretending to be friends with her -- but then he'd become her actual friend, and decided to say "screw you" to the dark being he'd bargained with for wings. The last this troper saw of him, he had an actual girlfriend, and had found another child to protect in their dreams.

This troper had an imaginary friend as a kid. If he remembers correctly it was some kind of a dinosaur.

Every mention of a friend on this wiki. :rimshot:

The Daemon Page. Basically glorified imaginary friends for older people. (This Troper is bitter, as this troper talked to this troper's daemon for a while until this troper stopped...))

Is it just me, or did a bunch of people take ''His Dark Materials'' a little too seriously?

Actually, the idea originally comes from the writings of Socrates (even though the animal bit is all Pullman).

It wouldn't be the first time.

...if I'm reading that bit about The Sparkly Vampire Series right, You Fail Chronology Forever.

Reading that page for the first time, and the descriptions fit my imaginary friend ''perfectly''. So maybe there is something going for it...

I found that the black wolf (unironically just named "Black") blathering away inside my mind fits it quite well, too, but with a bit of the Jungian concept of the Animus, and a small scrap of the Shadow, thrown in for good measure. When I saw the page, my basic thought was "Well, at least there are people equally as ''loony'' as me." It's somewhat annoying (completely imaginary snarky wolf who I can't talk to anyone about? ...Yeah), but I'd actually be worse off without him. We've got an agreement that if it gets more harmful than beneficial, it's off to a psychologist with me. Obsessively wondering what wild rabbit tastes like every time I see one gets old after a while, though.

This troper remembers deciding to come up with one in elementary school. She was a confidante in some ways until grade 7 or 8, when this troper decided she needed to deal with problems her own way (plus it was creeping her out that she dictated entire pointless conversations through writing, having the friend reply how she (troper) wanted her (friend) to).

That actually sounds rather therapeutic.

Not particularly. The original poster only really got over some of the things she was depressed about after she stopped writing in a diary and writing to this invisible friend. While it was a coincidence she either didn't have time or couldn't find the books, looking back on the things she wrote, she realized she was silly for thinking discussing things with a forced voice in her head and some unknown entity that could do nothing to help. Whether or not this is a sign of how jaded she'd become is up in the air.

This troper never actually had a imaginary friend as a little kid, but considering the number of times she refers to the characters in her stories as if they're real people, she pretty much has a head full of them as a 17-year-old.

This troper does pretty much the exact same thing. Occasionally they'll even make odd comments on the situation, or offer advice. Whether that sounds crazy or not I'm not sure.

Lord Karroch would agree that it sounds crazy, but Horatio understands completely.

This troper is also 17, and also has absolute hordes of book/manga/TV characters that follow her around everywhere. They are actually quite good friends, and I consider them as real as anyone else I know. They comment all the time on my life too...sometimes some of them can be quite snarky about it. But it really is therapeutic to have them around when you're feeling lonely or misunderstood.

Fourthed by this troper. They help her write and bother her to do so, but they're not generally around for anything else. Seeing as they bother her to write rather frequently, though, she's had to tell them to bugger off more than once and actually had a dream where a character that she had just watched in a movie appeared and wanted her to write a fanfic about it, but was chased off by her posse of muses. Particularly noteworthy was that in the dream, she was collared and a character was holding her leash; seeing as this one had two vampires leashed already and that this troper harbors PerverseSexualLust for her, she didn't really mind, but she panicked for the brief moment that the elder vampire took hold of it and didn't settle down until it was restored.

This troper doesn't refer to her ''characters'' as if they were real people, but has a "muse" - an AnthropomorphicPersonification of her creativity (especially the ideas that are ridiculous yet strangely appealing) - named Titania.

This troper has two armed, hovering, legless, mechanical construct bodyguards (Helmed Horrors, anyone?) with full sentience by his side at all times. Oh yes, I've had a sucky childhood. :)

Those sort of things are BadAss. Animals? Pff. Golems.

Whenever people ask this Troper why he doesn't pray, I refer them to my imaginary friend, Frank. He can't do anything, but he listens, and makes me feel better.

This Troper's situation has evolved into yours. I used to have a little Imaginary FiveManBand, not of creatures but of fake friends and peers. When adults would ask why I spent so much time alone, I would reply, "I wasn't alone, I was playing with (whatever common name I could think of)." Eventually I dropped the pretense of them being real, but I still talk out loud to someone other than myself. I use the second person, as though someone--not a specific deity or character, but I've taken to calling him Fred--is listening, and it's comforting to me.

This troper has quite a few. She has a doppelganger, a Jungian-style male counterpart of her, and chaos from {{Xenosaga}}.

This Troper had four imaginary kids by the time she was six. Two were hers, and two were adopted. She was also constantly taking in imaginary foster kids. She loved her children and was a pretty fair mum. Ironically, after she had grownup, she realised she never, ever wanted real kids. There were also imaginary pets and imaginary aliens from other planets. Occasionally, she dealt with imaginary people that were somehow involved with her children, friends, or pets.

So....Madam Foster is alive and well in Troperville?

I might be a distant cousin of hers, but Bloo reminds me way too much of my bratty younger cousins for me to ever allow him to stay in my house for even a night, let alone as long as Bloo's been there. Heck, on bad days, I wouldn't even let him come inside.

This reminds me of the time our class had the imaginary friend named Mario who kept leaving the door open and using the "unused" table.

ThisTroper had an imaginary army of clones.

This troper gave Goo a run for her money up until age seven, when she settled for about two at time. All were anthropomorphic dog-creatures, the most popular named Racer, who she still has today. Racer has a rocket-powered red and green skateboard and will zip alongside the car the troper is riding in. After a talking to, Racer agreed to just ride on the hood of the car to not distract me when I'm doing the driving. He also has a girlfriend, named Ridette. She's an awesome singer.

This troper has what she refers to as muses, with independent personalities and opinions and observations. Usually these are characters she operates in online [=RPGs=], but some of them are so fully fleshed that they seem more like their own entities simply renting head space. For a lengthy period of time, one of them was Sherlock Holmes; she didn't play him anywhere, he just moved in. He was actually a very engaging companion -- she liked to say that "he sits in my head and chatters at me." She sort of misses him.

This troper is the same way - though he's not sure he could stand Holmes. This troper has difficulties with people who are smarter than him - one smug genius in his head is enough, thank ''you''.

This troper has had various original and fictional people inhabiting her head since early teenhood, and fails to find anything strange about it. In fact, she's become upset with people who wanted to get rid of them, because they've talked her out of suicide several times.

Are you me? I've had more support from entities I talk to in my head in regards to suicide than any real person I've tried getting help from. Course the fact that I have a few extremely sadistic ones that do everything in their power to bring me down probably isn't very healthy.

When this troper is particularly bored, he sometimes pretends to have an imaginary friend.

This troper had an imaginary friend who was an ant named Sparkles Supergirl. Yeah... I was a weird kid too.

This troper had a clone and "Sarah Snail, the prettiest snail in the garden." Yeah, she was a weird kid.

Tropers/{{Racha}} had an imaginary dragon friend who stayed around for entirely too long. Before you send out the men in white coats, it's justified- she's planning a series about him.

Whenever this troper has a moral or philosophical dilemma, he normally turns to a imaginary clones of himself to serve as his conscience- one is a self-centered, imp-like robot with long metal teeth and claws, while the other is a small, shiny, selfless white dog with the voice of Christopher Lee. Despite their differences, we all seem to come to a compromise.

This troper had two imaginary friends who were transformed into characters for a self-insert fanfic series. It never even got off the ground, thankfully. Also involved were his imaginary younger twin sisters, Ruby and Scarlet.

Upon viewing her cool older cousin playing Half-Life, this lurker had a flying headcrab named Fizzy that liked to sit on the ceiling. Fizzy later possesed this lurker's pet fish (named Lancelot). Lancelot was odd...

Lamaar!

This troper has a ''group'' of people living in her head, which seriously isn't as creepy as it sounds. They all have reasons for being there, by the way. Sister gets to stay in honor of being my first and only actual imaginary friend, who now has quite the emaborate backstory, and is one of many anthromoporphic personifications of wind and now acts as my muse; Israfel was originally a character from a story when I was in like fifth grade, and has since gained a quite elaborate backstory; Billy is my subconscious and has spiky anime hair... There's more than that but I feel insane now. Justified in that all of them are in some way from a story and I write about them occasionally.

It's currently 2:21 am. It's a walk in the dark back to my bedroom. I'm pretty damn scared of the dark. Imaginary friends (the 'muses' previous Tropers have mentioned) are a ''huge'' help.

This 20-year-old-troper currently has a muse/daemon/imaginary friend/ontologically-challenged friend named Random, who manifests as a snarky male golden hamster named Random Origin. When you need someone to rant to and don't want to weird everybody out and/or offend them, imaginary friends are handy. Especially if they like to respond by flinging zingers at everyone you're angry at.

This troper never actually had imaginary friends, but at age 8 he enjoyed making other people believe that characters (aliens from another dimension) he invented were real. He did that after discovering that talking into a hollow globe made of porous plastic gave his voice a nice metallic reverberation, so he used his tape recorder to record his conversations (where he did all the voices) with those imaginary metallic-voiced aliens.

Can you count other facets of yourself as imaginary friends? If so, ThisTroper had a huge slew of them in earlier years before a messy and painful personality fusion (made me a better person, but I miss the ability to "step outside myself" on occasion).

I don't have an imaginary friend, I have an imaginary gang. It includs: Yami Yugi from Yu-Gi-Oh, two 'cublings' (Ressi (8) and Jenny (5), which are basiclly my and Yami's adopted children, despite the fact they're anthro fox cubs) and Mr. Crepsley, Steve Leopard, Darren Shan, Vancha March and Harkat Mulds from the Saga of Darren Shan. Mr. Crepsley, Yami and Steve Leopard are all madly in love with me (hey, I can dream can't I?) and we make an interesting bunch....They're really like real people, I argue with them, fall in love with them, they get ill, Yami and the cublings go to school (though the Saga characters stay with me all day) or go on holiday and in the case of an early imaginary friend, Shade a black werewolf, sometimes DIE. But honestly, despite my 13 years of age, I don't think I could go a day with out them.

I didn't have any imaginary friends even though for a while I had no ''real'' friends. Does this seem bad?

This troper here has more than a few. One of which is a creature called Koko who is a large but lovable character blue koala with the power of super strength. He also has an imaginary foe a shadow-like shapeshifting demon by the name of Zandros. His best friend's cousin has a rather Nightmare Fuelish imaginary friend called Fangsly- who can be basically described as a hybrid of his own already vicious pet cat Mal and his imaginary bat friend Batty McFang and ''maims anyone it doesn't like'' or sometimes it eats them. This troper also his own imaginary dream pet.

This troper's had a few over the years. There was Puck, a Stegoceras who still shows up occasionally, and I think there wasa woolly mammoth at some point. Currently, there's this invisible velociraptor that follows me around and watches me. Not exactly a friend, but we're warming up to each other.

this troper is way too old for imaginary friends, but some TV-themed fantasy role-playing he indulged in with an old friend of his resulted in his adoption of several friends that aren't imaginary, they're just invisible! Mulder and Scully are his "other parents," Aelita is his little sister, Marty McFly is his TotallyRadical bud, Roger Rabbit is his wacky neighbor... the list goes on and on.

This troper does the exact same thing, except they usually act as my "other selves." I have the {{Pokemon}} heroes (they change depending on which game I have) as my determined side, Rena as my sadistic, evil side, and many others.

This troper and his younger siblings really, really like raising Chao in the gardens of Sonic Adventure 2 (moreso than we enjoy playing the real game), and every Chao we own has its own name and personality. for years, we would pretend to have conversations with them, pretend to BE them, and so on, and we still do. And this troper is nineteen.

This Troper often talks to imaginary LECTURE HALLS, and has her id and superego personified as Coyote and Prequel-Era Obi-Wan Kenobi respectively.

This Troper still has lovely, rousing imaginary conversations with her Pokemon Diamond Version team and fanfic casts.

This troper, at the age 20, often finds himself talking to his angel of fortune, usually found sitting on his left shoulder. And to other aspects of his personality, although that is done in internal dialogue.

When this troper was about six he had dozens, of varying species, living on his roof. Nowadays, at 21, he has two (more or less): Brain, the part of the troper's mind that comes up with off-the-wall ideas and bizarre connections; and Felix, who started as an adaptation of the GoldenSun character of the same name for a Livejournal RPG but has expanded his role tremendously.

This troper never had an imaginary friend per se, but he acted as a PuppetMaster to an entire imaginary universe, populated with characters stolen from whatever works he was reading or watching at the time. As just one example, he had SonicTheHedgehog as a Power Ranger. RuleOfCool, people, RuleOfCool...

This troper's imaginary friend was Snob (species ''Digestus sockus''). He was a little blue creature who lived under the bed and had liked to eat socks. He couldn't talk, but would purr if you petted him.

This troper has no imaginary friends, but he has named the different sides of his brain (You know, reasoning, gratification, idealistic, nhilistic, all those) as to make his conversations with himselves seem a little less weird. That, and he was bored.

This troper prefers to refer to them as "occupants". XD Currently, that would be my original NightsIntoDreams character Ardorious, Ribbon and Zero from Kirby, Tracki the Darkrai, and my OC Blue. It gets crowded.

Hard time sleeping?

This troper had imaginary friends, an imaginary school, imaginary teachers, and imaginary pets when she was younger. Now she's weaned herself off of that and only deals with imaginary dragons. Except she roleplays another character when she deals with them. A psychiatrist would probably have a hayday with her.

This troper has imaginary friends. She doesn't play with them,but she has them. She cannot remember most of their names,except for one. My Name With An S}} Choco. She bounced off and on with his backstory,till she came at the permanent dissension that he is a runaway prince from another universe. This troper also has imaginary..Characters. She,for the past year and a half or so,has had an ''anime'' in her head highly influenced by animes such as {{Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni}} and the shounen genre. It has been going on for..80 seasons or so,with multiple characters..She insists when asked that this is for writing reasons only.

ThisTroper (KurtmanJP) didn't have imaginary friends growing up but he DID have imaginary creatures that he saw at night. One he called the Black Tuna which was actually an eyeless, 6 foot tall penguin that made "woo" noises when it's flexible beak touched its forehead, another was a Fahtoowie which was a man with a crown for a head and another was a Snore which was a living green oven mit who made snoring sounds. .

This troper has invented an elaborate plot regarding manga, music and basketball; the only reason why she can't write it as fanfiction (because it's just that epic) is because it's based around an OC. Instant fandom suicide. Add the fact that this OC is also a ''very vocal'' ImaginaryFriend of old, and you can pretty much imagine this troper's state of mind.

This Troper has a whole cabal of priests and Nuns living in his right temple, who encourage him on the side of good(unfortunately some of the priest and nuns died when my cousin tapped my temple, resulting in the Great Tap of 08), while in my left Temple their are Occultists and demon worshipers who actively support any bad deed or mean thought. And meanwhile Robert the robot lives in my main mind, telling me to just avoid everything and just glide before the eternal rest. Naturally I listen to the robot.

This Troper created a white cat for her WarriorCats fanfiction. Said white cat would go on to become her imaginary friend, who she would actually communicate (telepathically) with, and then a white cat began to feature prominently in all of my works. And after that, I discovered the world of Otherkin... and mine happens to be a cat. Normally I'd be freaked out when my imaginary friend began to take over my life, but for now I'm okay.

This troper used to imagine Faust VIII as one of her imaginary friends, along with an extremely badass ActionGirl with a mothering streak. Faust was the voice of reason, tranquility in chaos and hope for the human condition. The female was an embodiment of strength, passion, and putting up with all the idiots in your life out of love. Come to think of it, maybe I should have told my therapist about those two-- but I admit, when it comes to fear, having imaginary friends who are themselves pretty darn scary helps a lot.

This troper actually got worried about hurting one of his imaginary friends (or rather, personality aspect) after hurting himself.

This troper and his giant green and orange talking cellphone Thesiopoles think everyone on this page needs to get help.

This troper had several gangs of imaginary friends in her childhood, including

"Wheeze Hotel": a hotel inhabited by anthromorphic raccoons, dinosaurs, dogs, an elusive creature that lived in the hotel laundry and ate socks, and a horde of eight-foot long monster pickles (Don't ask!).

"The Metropolitan Opera ''Boarding'' House": another hotel, this time inhabited by anthromorphic raccoon ''opera singers''. Their antics sometimes mirrored the plots of the operas they performed. If they were doing ''The Marriage of Figaro'', one couple was planning to get married, while another was having marital problems. During rehearsals for ''Parsifal'', the lead baritone underwent emergency surgery, but the incision wouldn't heal for any reason they could figure out, till opening night. They also had a bass-baritone who was a wizard, and since he specialized in the roles of magicians or demons, some of his onstage magic was real.

This troper started writing a comic one night. She had a lot on her mind, and she wanted someone to talk to. She drew herself, and a boy with dark hair who seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say... heck, he even contributed to the conversation. He surprised her, as she was trying to write his lines without planning them out beforehand, like she does when she writes. At first, she was convinced that she was finally slipping off of the Cliffs of Sanity in the Sea of Schizophrenia, but she now realizes that no, he was not a representation of her memories and emotions: He was an imaginary friend. A Gary-Stu of friends, almost. In fact, he was there when she had her medical apocalypse nightmare, comforting her as she dreamed her immediate demise. He was the boy she'd had trouble not drawing when designing characters... Sorry, this is all coming as a bit of a shock to this troper. I mean, damn, my imaginary friend has been working away in my subconscious pretty long. Sorry for the extended post and all.

This Troper had plenty of imaginary friends when she was younger. Now, with all teenage angst setting in, she stole a new one from ''WesternAnimation/TeenTitans''. And talks to him every night. And then feels a bit guilty for dumping all of her problems on him...

For this troper, it's Minakami Misao. Fits well with the aforementioned anime. Add some Warhammer40000 on the mix, some {{Fallout}}, and BioShock... and... it's done!

She helps me to made my father proud, being the moral pillar of a SpaceMarine commander, which is me, and makes me not fear anything else...

This troper has always had imaginary friends. When I was little, they were like bodyguards for when I was scared of the dark or nightmares. It actually worked.. Now I talk to myself/them when I'm bored. At 13 years old, that's rather pathetic..

This troper was around 6 when she ''tried'' to make an imaginary friend. I think his name was Fred (or Tony?), and he would only talk to me in my backyard. I tried, but did not succeed in creating this character, because I could never remember which name I'd given him the last time I'd seen him. Also, the dialogue between us was very redundant, so eventually I just gave up. Either I was too busy with other activities, or I sucked big-time since I couldn't even imagine a friend for myself.

This troper has two that live 'Outside', as opposed to the 100+ who live 'Inside' (meaning they're normal characters). The 'Outside' ones are named Orka and Penut, names purposely misspelled. This troper considers them her truest friends, although Orka is her cranky guardian angel who hates this troper for 'being bad at staying safe and making my job hard', and Penut is a dragon who only really likes sleeping and annoying Orka. They eat this troper's left over food and sleep in (imaginary) hammocks next to her bed, 'cause if they slept with her all the rolling around would crush them. Also one day she'll make a manga about them.

I used to have, (and to some extent, still do) an imaginary Boo friend. I used to talk to him all the time, getting me in trouble at school...

This lurker apparently had "Little People" when she was about 2, who were all based on her family members. The less often she saw the real person-Uncle Jim, say- the more often 'Little Uncle Jim' would show up. After that, starting in about kindergarten, she just pulls characters from whatever fandom she's most interested in. At first she would force them to follow her around all day, now they mostly show up just in time for her to whine at them about her writer's block.

This Troper is 18 years old and proudly admits to keeping an entourage of imaginary friends in her head. I don't talk to them out loud, but they make me feel less lonely when I think about them and pretend that they're there with me in my everyday life. Justified in that I'm an introvert who has been diagnosed with Asperger's/High-functioning autism, which makes real-life relationships too difficult to deal with on a regular basis. Who are these friends of mine? The characters from {{Hellsing}} and {{Trinity Blood}}. Not exactly what you'd call "good influences", but to be fair, my "friend" versions of them are considerably {{Lighter and Softer}} than their canon counterparts. I also have some original characters who are the love-children of my HS/TB {{Crossover Ship}}s, which are all same-sex. You can kind of see how that works out. I have an awesome imagination, don't I?

For the past, oh, three years, this troper has had what ranges from a group to a veritable army of fictional people in her head. It started with the people she role-played, but soon it expanded to original characters and her favorites from whatever series she's into at the time (like that time she was obsessed with JLU. Cue the aforementioned horde). Then all of the non-original ones left. So now it's just her ten originals. It's actually very entertaining when you're bored or have no one to talk to.

It's now grown to about thirty again, thanks to her coming up with new characters for new stories.

When This Troper was around 4 years old, she had an imaginary friend, who was a faerie. This troper dubbed her "Annesia", because, well, she forgot her imaginary friend's name, and was unable to pronounce "Amnesia" correctly.

This troper has about 100 characters and has talked to them all at least once. She talks to older characters more frequently and has come to view them as very supporting friends. Currently she also talks to Travis Touchdown. What? He's fun to talk to.

This troper has an imaginary brother invented at the age of four. Since then, he's changed a lot. I joined an MMORPG, and made a second account as an avatar. I fooled all my friends into thinking he was real. One friend got a crush on him. TO THIS DAY she has not figured out that he doesn't exist. His name is Elroy.

This Troper admits to having several imaginary boyfriends, as well as a legion on imaginary bodyguards. Sometimes if I'm scared or lonely, it helps to pretend people are there. Wow, I sound like I fell off the crazy wagon, don't I?

This troper had a wheelchair-bound child genius named Jason for an imaginary friend when she was in early elementary school. She still chats with him, along with some of her other characters.

This troper personified her id, superego, and ego as Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, respectively. Naruto talks the most, Sasuke deals with the angsting, and Sakura specializes in attempting to hold down Naruto. Yeah, I'm a CloudCuckooLander.

This Troper wasn't sure if she wanted to own a shirt with snow cones on it because it might offend Bob. Bob is a ninja, icecream eating spider in case you are wondering.

This college age troper still has one, though its somewhere more between imaginary, deity, and 'Oh crap I'm hearing voices'.

This troper, at around age five for a while had Luna from Bear in the Big Blue House, a Baskin Shark (talking shark with no teeth), and the two shoulder angels (tiny devil and tiny angel) as her imaginary friends.

This Troper has an Idea for a character who, after he was thought up, has spent his time in my mind agreeing with the more sane part of it. And he isn't supposed to do that.

When this Troper was a young un she had a very overactive imagination and a whole slew of people around her that just never quite understood her so she imagined to life a few animals(a mouse and an ant) to keep her company. Soon enough her imagination picked up and more were created after more and more animals. A backstory was produced about an evil jaguar that killed most of their parents and the evil brother of the animals leader(who was a deer) that commanded him. Although that by the time I stopped making new ones at 12 there was over 50 of the good guys, I still held a place in my heart for each of them. One of them is still with me today(a mo-hawked golden lab)but not because I havnt grown up. He's just a persona of my conscious and makes figuring out my own mind easier by having something yell at me when I know I am being stupid. I'm an 18 year old college student and perfectly functioning and I dont think I'll ever get rid of him.

After so many hours wasted playing Salamander and a severe case of overactive imagination, This Troper now hears the announcer from Salamander commenting on him. i call it the "Extended {{Tetris Effect}}".

I have had several. At about 7 I had a group of tiny little people, who would live in my bedroom, but I would put them in my pocket and take them to school. Then when I started High School I had three, called Jack, Marie and Katie, and I would talk to them in my head during class, when I was bored. They were child sized, but could shrink small when I wanted them to. Now I have made some real friends, I don't talk to my imaginary friends as much.

This troper repeatedly did this to about third grade.

I have had about.... 7,000,000 imaginary friends. Most of them were my new human best friends, and we went on amazing adventures. And then there was Barney. No, not THAT Barney. Although, he was purple.

Here are as many as I can name:

Barney (the purple kid with mustard-colored hair and green glasses.)

Jenny (A girl who followed me around on spy missions)

There might have been a Kimmy or a Maggie. I think.

And that's about it.

This troper's class has an imaginary friend, that started out as TheWoobie, and is now a RealityWarper MarySue, who's every action is a CrowningMomentOfAwesome, and is just CrazyAwesome. Needless to say, my class is filled with people with... issues.

This troper, at the age of 16, likes to pretend she has characters from shows and comics she likes following her around, and often talks aloud to them in imaginary situations (basically self-insert fic, only LARP version).

This troper, since the age of around 5, has been stealing characters from her favourite books/movies/shows to talk to. She still does so at the age of 13, and doesn't think she can live without them. However, when younger, she always chose the "villains", and she would be the lovely princess who would save them from darkness. Ew. Luckily, her plotlines have since improved greatly.

This troper is occasionally visited by imaginary doubles of his acquaintances, who have personalities completely separate(not opposite, just different and unrealated) from their real-life counterpart.

This Troper had an imaginary friend named Dingo. He was black, he was perpetually two years older than me, he wore an orange shirt all the time, and one day he moved to Pluto to be with his family. I like to picture him as my guardian angel now, still, for some contrived reason, two years older than me at all times. Don't ask. It's just part of who he is, like how he's always misplacing his glasses in my dreams and I have to get them back for him. We have an understanding: I don't mention him to my therapists and in return he lets me communicate telepathically with him so I don't look like a schizophrenic. And we don't talk about Pluto not being a planet anymore. It's our ElephantInTheRoom, but it's not like there's much I can do other than shrug and say it'll always be a planet to me.

It'll always be a planet to me, too.

This Troper had a myriad of them as a young girl. Now she just has Sam, who is male or female depending on said troper's mood, and has long shaggy blondeish brown hair that hides his/her eyes. Sam is way cool.

This trope describes this troper's childhood. As I was unable to make friends, I had a plethora of imaginary friends. Between them were Bonito, a Guilmon; Tochi, the Torchic; Hamtaro hamsters; etc. Today, I am 16 and I still care deeply for most of them...I guess that's because I still haven't found any true friends...and I currently have 8 of them, all of them being animals, but the closest ones are a wolf and a bull. See Psychologically AxCrazy.

This troper has a friend who claims to hear the voice of the last imaginary friend that survived her childhood imaginary world...unfortunately, the one who survived is the villain.

Being a loner in his gradeschool days, this troper at the time had an imaginary friend modelled from several cartoon characters, and was basically a pixie sized girl, simply named "Cutie". Think Peter Pan and Tinkerbell in the first Disney film, except that "Cutie" didn't have wings and spent most of the time perched on the troper's shoulder. He eventually "broke up" with "Cutie" once he started watching the HeMan and SheRa cartoon series.

This troper had practically no friends in elementry school. I would pretend to be a pirate captain with a crew and would act out amazing scenario's in my head. My imaginary friends consisted of a bunny (my bff!),kung-fu guy, pirate, Indiana Jones& Indy's dad, old guy, and Captain Hook...the group varied over the years though :)

I (@/{{Tony Nola}}) had a vampire of HammerHorror style as my imaginary friend. It was probably the first sign of my eventual PerkyGoth nature

This troper had an imaginary friend named Samantha. I think she had braided pigtails; I forget. We would always play together in my backyard, I would push her on the swingset...

I had Sicily, a girl who had rainbow colored hair and thick rectangular glasses. Well, I shouldn't say "had," because I still "believe" in her. She was "killed" by some mean girls from my school, but she got better.

Unhari has this with all of the characters from his books. It says a lot about this troper that he argues with them. It helps him write, though.

When this troper was very young (maybe two), she had an imaginary friend known a Henry (pronounced Hemowie). Henry was a chameleon. He only stuck around for a little while, though.

This troper has had up to ''nine'' imaginary friends, all living inside a world of their own inside her head. The last few years, they have lessened in number and she has also lost the ability to talk with them - so that she now can only observe what they are doing. The few times the number sinks to one, they tend to get very lonely. For a short while, this troper also had chats with her conscience, which appeared in the form of a chain-smoking woman in her twenties, always dressed in a tank top and sweat pants. When she once asked herself why her conscience has to be such a snarky slob, she promptly answered "That's what you get for being a realist, kid."

Having had serious problems with insomnia as a child and young man, there was an age (which ended somewhere around eleven, but goes back further than I can recall) when lying in bed--awake, in the dark, alone--was difficult. And didn't get easier, despite being such a regular event. While waiting (impatiently) to fall asleep, I would see red, green and blue lights: best described as tiny (I'm not sure they ''had'' a size), which danced around in irregular but ultimately linear patterns: somewhat resembling droplets of water flowing down a stream. Somehow, I was certain these lights were friendly. Their presence was comforting. (This part is particularly unusual, because I was easily frightened as a small child. Think of Chuckie.) Perhaps an optical phenomenon, given the colors' correspondence to the trichromacy of the human visual apparatus? However, I never entirely outgrew a predisposition to unusual perceptual experiences.

This Troper had an imaginary friend when she was three until seven. It was dragon called Rudolph that breathed fire who lived in my cousins' backyard.

This troper had a few imaginary friends, named Carrot, Vincent, and Space Shuttle (I have no idea either) Around age 8 they died. No, literally. When my dad asked me where they went, I just said "Oh. They died." I would say I was very strange before age 10, but then again I still am, so that doesn't work.

This 16 year-old troper has a whoping ''27'' imaginary friends. It all started in kindergarten. This troper, being a very lonely child, started out with 4, taking them from a cartoon that she liked. I would imagine them talking and playing together, doing all the things that I couldn't. They really helped after the death of my grandma.After awhile, at around age ten, I decided to expand their universe. I read a lot, and would act out the book in my head with my friends as the characters. This eventually lead to me making more to fit the roles. I now have a healthy roster of "actors" that perform in every book I read. It's great fun to do, and actually makes me enjoy the book more, which is probably why I still do it. They all have their own personalities and backgrounds, and this troper is thinking about writing an original story about them. Also, this is the first time I've told a ''soul'' about them, and reading all the other entries, I no longer feel like a asocial freak. Thank, TVTropes!

When this troper was younger, she used to be afraid of the dark. She had an imaginary chocolate lab puppy with the rather uncreative name of Pup who would walk with her in dark places, and just generally hang around. She had an actual bowl that she would feed him imaginary dog food out of. After a time, Pup was replaced by a color-changing wolf who never told her his name. After all, you only need names for the absent. These days (yes, he's still around) she calls him Bear when he needs a name, but it doesn't really fit him.

This troper spent her childhood making up imaginary friends who she loved dearly. For several weeks she was lonely because they had all gone off on a holiday to Mexico. (Yeah, I was a little odd). Even now, one of this troper's characters (a snarky teenage half-fae boy named Griffin) will often hang around both outside her head and inside (where there's an office containing her other characters), and she cares about him as much as she does about her real friends. This troper is fourteen.

This troper has a couple: Azmurath: Goth}} My favorite so far,Has black hair Possibly Ring}} Samara's Brother. Transforms into Anthropomorphic Fox Ash: Purple hair, named for Ash from Fantastic Mr. Fox Twin brother of Slash Transforms into an anthropomorphic Wolf Slash: Slightly more annoying than the rest, Ash's twin brother. Transforms into an anthropomorphic Wolf Penelope: Child Youngest at about 5 years old, the boy's all protect her from harm, Transforms into an anthropomorphic bunny

This tropette had many imaginary friends:

Maggie. Thought her up at age 3 after watching Maggie and the Ferocious beast.

Erik. Age 3. I've Never seen POTO either.

Mosely. Age 7 I watched Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide.

Sabrina. Age 8. Watched way too much Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Surprisingly, she was my friend from 2nd grade to now. She eventually became my conscience.

Sometimes when I was younger I would have imaginary friend reunions where all my past friends would meet my present one(s).

I was an only child until I was five and had three imaginary friends I can remember. First, there was Little Boy, who looked like my clown doll (look, I don't even know, OK?) and was my convenient fall-guy for any bad thing I did. Then, when I was three, I got a (real) cousin so I could blame everything on her. Little Boy kinda faded away after that. Then, when I was around four, I had two female imaginary friends, Dina and Donna, who kind of faded away by the time I turned eight.

This troperette had one named Butterfly, who was basically Pippi Longstockings with blond hair and wings (because I had seen a cartoon based on that book and thought she was cool), she basically played "tricks" on me, lived in a invisible bunkbed that attached to my bed, and I even created a "BlackBestFriend" for her (I've forgot his name), when ever she tried to bring her back, her parents would groan, eventually she came to reason that she was too old for her and told her parents she died.

This troper is an only child, had two parents that worked full time, and went to a VERY small elementary school where she only had one close friend. As a response, she created a small family of imaginary friends. There was Nadine, the CoolBigSis, Annie, the CheerfulChild playmate... The list goes on.

This troper still has two imaginary brothers named Mike and Andre. Mike is more or less a Deadpan Snarker/Jerk With A Heart Of Gold. Andre is younger (About 8, to be exact) and nicer, but god help you if you get him angry...

This troper used to have a menagerie of imaginary pets as a kid, because I always wanted a cat, but my parents wouldn't let us have one because 'there were too many cats in the neighbourhood' (which was actually a lie, my dad just hated cats). The main ones were called Anne Albertine and Claire Beetroot, although I can't remember what animals they were. I think I grew out of them by the age of 10 or so, luckily.

I had an entire horde of imaginary friends, as well as an imaginary family, imaginary enemies, an imaginary husband (who cheated on me with a genderbent version of tigger, I was a weird kid), back in elementary school, and a few imaginary (I think associates, laregly of a demonic or fae nature. To say that they ended up a little too real and it did not end well would be an understatment, but that's all I'm gonna say. Trust me, YouDoNotWantToKnow. Sometimes I still find it hard to tell whether someone's real or not, and I'll catch myself talking to people who are definatley real, but also definatley not there, at times. I have since been diognosed with Schizoaffective Disorder, though, which may explain it somewhat.

This troper had a couple of imaginary friends. They come and go nowadays. There's Sonic and Tails (Yes, that Sonic and Tails, a teenage boy named Hollis who can speak to ghosts, a redhead named Maggie who is a fiery redhead, and Andy Charmichael. There's more, but Maggie, Hollis and Andy tend to stay with me. And recently, it appears that Hollis is Maggie's love interest , but Leah Clearwater also seems to have imprinted on Hollis, resulting in a weird, love triangle.

I have an Guardian Spirit. If you want to know her name, check my pseudonym. She was real enough to save my life from suicide several times.