The Orb of Time
Part I - Recruit
by LDEJRuff
Prologue - Time for a Change
"Well, there it is," Bertram said, looking at the spinning globe in space. "The planet Earth. Home planet to my half-brother, Stewie Griffin. It seems that he has gained a new canine companion since I died. Well, no matter."
He started to float to the top of Heaven, because he was a ghost. The reason was that Stewie had killed him after he killed Leonardo da Vinci in Renaissance-era Italy, where Vinny, the newest member of the Griffin family, got half his nationality from six hundred years later. Well, anyway, Bertram continued on floating to the top of Heaven, where, at the top of the Pillar of Time laid a blue orb with a clock-like feature inside.
"Ah," Bertram whispered upon reaching it. "The fabled Orb of Time. Whoever wields the orb controls all of time itself. And today, it's finally mine, all mine."
"Hey," a loud booming voice said, getting Bertram's attention. It was God, the Holy Father himself who created everything since time began. "What do you think you're doing in the Hall of Time? Don't you know that you're banned from both Heaven and Hell?"
"I'm aware of that, God," Bertram replied. "But I'm afraid there's nothing you can do to stop me. For now, I'm going to use this orb for my ultimate master plan to make my rivaled half-brother vulnerable."
God gasped. "You mean...?"
"Yeah, that."
That being said, he grabbed the orb, raised it over his head, and from the orb, white light flooded all over the galaxy, with planets, stars, and even constellations being consumed by the flood.
In his bedroom, Stewie awoke, stretching his arms, and started to address...
"Good morning, Vinny," he said. "If you're going to make breakfast for me, all I want is some oatmeal."
A few seconds of silence.
"Vinny?" Stewie wondered, widening his eyes. "Are you awake?"
He got to the left side of the crib and saw that the floor was empty.
"Hmmm," Stewie continued. "He must be making breakfast now."
He went downstairs, still in his pajamas, all the way to the kitchen. He was shocked to see that there was nobody in there.
"Vinny?"
Brian woke up on the couch and got Stewie's attention.
"Morning, Stewie."
"Good morning, Brian," Stewie replied. "Have you seen...?"
"Before you continue, Stewie," Brian halted, "Let me ask you something: What is it you want for breakfast?"
"Well, usually," Stewie answered, "I would tell Vinny what I want for breakfast."
"Vinny?" Brian repeated. "Stewie, what are you talking about? There's nobody named Vinny living in this house."
"What?" Stewie wondered, surprised.