It was soon morning. Peter started to open his eyes. As soon as he did the door to his room burst open and hit his wall leaving a dent.

"Peter! Little dude! It's time to wake up!" A very loud and obnoxious voice said.

"Ugh, Alfred I'm awake. Since when did you wake up this early in summer?" Peter asked knowing that his older brother was the type to sleep in.

"Ever since Mom started to make pancakes for breakfast!" Alfred said excitedly to have pancakes since he didn't have them in a while.

"Mom made pancakes!?"

"Yeah, she did!"

"Anyways, why did you wake me up? Dad's usually the one that wakes me up when I don't wake up."

"He said something along the lines of 'Alfred go wake up Peter.' Alfred said intimidating his dad.

"Than I asked why and he said ' Because if I go wake him up, that'll leave you with the pancakes and knowing you, you would eat all of them before we would come down.'"

"Well, that does sound like you Alfred"

"Hm," Alfred came up with an awesome idea.

"First one that gets to the kitchen gets all the pancakes!" As soon as Alfred said that he zoomed out of Peters's room and down the stairs.

"Wha-Hey that's not fair!" Peter said as he registered what just happened in his mind. He then jumped out of his bed and zoomed after Alfred downstairs.

In the matter of a few moments, Peter soon arrived at the kitchen right after his athletic brother. Peter was out of breath and panted heavily.

" H-hey Alfred that wasn't fair!" Peter said knowing he was no match for his athletic and fit brother.

"Now Alfred let Peter pick first, you can have the rest," Their mother, Francine said, knowing full well that Alfred would eat all the pancakes in one gulp.

"Fine," groaned Alfred, wanting to eat all the pancakes.

"Yay!" Peter said going past Alfred to where the pancakes were at. Peter took his pick of pancakes. Alfred then went and took the very big stack of pancakes that were left. Peter then went to the dining table and sat down across his Dad sipping tea while reading the newspaper.

When Peter sat down he realized that he forgot the maple syrup for his pancakes. He got up and went to go get the maple syrup from the kitchen.

Once Peter got to the kitchen and went to the fridge to receive the maple syrup. He went to go back to the dining table, when he got there he saw Alfred just sitting there and staring at his pancakes with this sad look on his face. Peter decided to cheer up Alfred by asking if he wanted to have some maple syrup on his pancakes. Peter walked up to Alfred and asked,

"Alfred, would you like some maple syrup on your pancakes?" Alfred looked up from his pancakes at Peter and, stared at the bottle of maple syrup that Peter was holding out to him, with an even sadder look on his face. Peter curious to see why Alfred was said asked,

"Alfred, what's with the sad look on your face?" Upon hearing this Alfred snapped out of his sad look and turned to his normal happy one.

"Oh, uh it's nothing little dude! Uh, sure I'll have some maple syrup for my pancakes, little dude ." Alfred said, taking the bottle of maple syrup from Peter's hands and pouring about half the bottle. After this Alfred then handed the bottle back to Peter.

"Here little dude," Alfred said as he handed the bottle back to Peter. Peter just shook off what just happened as nothing. He went to his seat on the dining table and poured the maple syrup on his pancakes. After that, he dug in.

After Alfred and Peter finished eating their pancakes, their father left for work and their mother was washing the dirty dishes. Peter remembered the adventure he planned for today. He went to his room and changed into proper adventure clothes. After he changed he started to pack for his adventure. With him, he had, some snacks if he got hungry, a flashlight, and a map of London with places where he shouldn't go marked off by his Dad. He packed all of his 'adventure items' in a backpack.

After packing for his adventure, Peter thought that his brother might want to go with him. So, Peter went downstairs with his backpack on. When he arrived downstairs, he saw Alfred ready to go out. When Peter saw him he asked,

"Hey, Alfred! Would you like to come on an adventure with me?"

"Nah. Sorry little dude but I already made plans to go out with my friends. Maybe another time," Alfred replied.

"That's fine! I'll just go by myself like I was originally planning to!"

"Okay, little dude. I'm going now, and be safe on your adventure." Alfred said as he left.

Peter said goodbye to Alfred and put his shoes on for his adventure. His mother heard him leaving and told him to be safe, and come home before it gets dark. With that said, Peter went on his adventure.

A few hours later, Peter was on the outskirts of London. Since he heard the story Peter was most attentive now. Peter looked at every house he saw, and he especially paid close attention to run-down, abandoned houses to see if they matched the description in Arthur's story. So far, Peter had not come across any house that matched the description until he found a house that caught his eye.

Now, this house that Peter saw gave off this strange vibe. The other run-down abandoned houses that Peter found didn't give off this vibe.

'This must be the house,' Peter thought. 'It looks exactly like how Dad described it.' With this thought in mind, Peter took out the flashlight from his backpack and entered the house.

As soon as he got in he immediately turned on the flashed light and looked for an old ruined couch. When he saw it, he went towards it and saw what he came for.

Once he approached the couch, he saw a small black figure on it. Peter was so happy to see that the cat really did exist.

"You really do exist!" Peter said excitedly.

"Yes, I do exist Peter." The cat said in the calmest, yet scary voice Peter had ever heard.

"So, since I've found you, you're giving me the ability to see ghosts?"

"That's right Peter. When you leave here you'll be able to see them."

"R-really?"

"Yes Peter but, before you leave let me tell you this: The 'ghosts' as you call them, are not what they may seem."

Before Peter could ask what the cat meant, his flashlight turned off. He turned it back on and when he pointed it at the spot where the cat was, there was nothing. Now Peter was creeped out so, he left as soon as he could, the cat's warning completely slipped out of his mind.

When Peter arrived home, he saw that the sun was beginning to set. He went inside his house and saw that the dining table was set, with food on it. He set his things aside and sat down ready to eat.

Peter's mother heard the door open and went to see who it was. When she saw it was Peter and that he was sitting at the dining table she started a conversation with her son.

"Welcome, Peter. What did you do today?"

"Hi, Mum! I went to look for a cat from one of Dads stories!"

"Well, then did you find it?"

"Sure did!" Francine thought that he found some random cat, and assumed it was from one of Arthur's stories.

"Good job Peter! As you can see I just finished making dinner. Can you go wash your hands and, get your brother for me? I'm sure Arthur will be back from work soon." Peter nodded his and went on 'his quest' to get his brother for dinner.

Peter soon came back with Alfred and they sat in their respective seats. A few moments later Arthur came home. After Arthur came and sat in his seat, the small family of four had a nice quiet dinner discussing the things they did that day.

After dinner, Peter put his dishes in the sink and left his room. When he arrived at his room he remembered about his newfound abilities, and that he didn't see a ghost ever since he got home. He decided that maybe the ghost won't show up 'till morning and thought, 'What better way is there to get to morning faster than sleeping!' With that thought in Peter's mind he, put on his PJ's and got into his bed, deciding that he didn't need a bedtime story today.


Hello! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As you can see, the FACES family had appeared. But where's the C? Oh, you'll see. Bye! Please R&R