Warning: Laughter and tender moments ahead.
My first attempt at a family guy Fan fic, tell me what you think, but first: Disclaimers and all that crap.
Family guy is owned by: Seth MacFarlene
Idea is owned by: Hyperforcego over on Deviantart, I just got permission to turn it into a story
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The next morning, a Saturday, Meg was laying down on her bed, staring at the ceiling as she thought of different ways for her to get her family to let her go to Amity Park. She couldn't tell them the truth, no, that was out of the question. But she couldn't think of a convincing lie to tell them either.
And it wasn't like she could just leave, her family may have been terrible but even they would notice something like that after a while.
Letting out a frustrated moan, Meg threw out a fist, causing a small orb of ectoplasm to fly out and hit the ceiling, leaving a small ring of smoldering… Whatever the hell the ceiling was made of.
It wasn't like they really cared what she did, she could probably just tell them she was going to Amity for a few weeks, but then again she had to get back to school soon. But they probably wouldn't miss her if she went…
But no matter what, she'd have to remain unnaturally calm while she was asking them, Like Liana-Wolfe when she accidentally broke the built in strap on her only belt
Flashback
Liana-Wolfe is in a bathroom undoing her belt, she takes it out of the pants loop but forgets the built in loop, it tears off, she looks down.
"Huh," She said, studying the broken belt. "Shit." She didn't even bat an eyelash before finishing undoing the belt.
(True story.)
End flashback
Letting out a groan, it might have been at the flashback, might not have been, Meg stood up and walked out of her room, heading for the kitchen.
She froze at the bottom of the stairs before quickly doing a somersault forward, just in time to miss being hit by several things, ranging from pillows to apples to baseballs to jump ropes to battle axes to turn tables to porcupines to the internet to fan fiction to reviews to robots to freezer food to… you get the idea.
The second the dust cleared and all was visible Meg heard a distinct voice give a disappointed 'aw'
A fire in her eyes, she turned to face the source of the noise, not at all surprised to find her retarded asshole of a father standing with his head hung in a dejected manner.
"What the hell, dad? Are you trying to kill me?" She asked, walking up to him angrily.
Peter paused, as if thinking, before smirking and walking away.
Meg couldn't explain it, but that moment had been the breaking point, the last straw, screw the 'higher purpose' of having powers, she just wanted him to suffer.
Not even bothering to make sure that no one was around; Meg raised her fist and sent off a series of mild intensity ectoplasm orbs at Peter, causing the man to fall to the ground.
That would be all she did, for the moment, but she doubted she wouldn't find a way to use her powers against him again at some other point in time, this barely tipped the ice burg of pent up hatred she felt for him, but it satisfied her for the moment.
She walked over Peter, not stepped over, she literally walked over him, and went into the kitchen, humming to herself as she felt like some weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"Someone's in a good mood this morning," Brian said as he glanced at her from his newspaper.
"Yes." Meg smiled as she grabbed a bowl from the cupboard. "Yes I am." She set the bowl down on the table.
"Do you mind if I ask why?" He asked, setting his newspaper down.
"Yes." Meg grabbed a box of cereal and poured some into her bowl. "Yes I do."
Brian looked like he was going to press her for more information when Peter walked into the kitchen, hissing in pain whenever he moved his back, Meg couldn't stop her smile from growing and Brian couldn't help but notice.
"Ah," He said as he looked between the two. "That's why."
Meg didn't say anything but poured milk into her bowl and kept a careful eye on Peter, both to relish the pain he was in and to make sure he didn't try to do anything to her cereal.
Everyone was already at the table, Lois had finished making pancakes and bacon just a few minutes before and Stewie and Chris were eating the food eagerly, although Stewie sent glares towards Lois for reasons unknown to Meg, although she got the feeling that Brian knew. She didn't really want to speculate on that for fear of the Stewie/Brian shippers taking it the wrong way.
Flashback
Meg is standing on the roof of her house, a large crowd of people is standing below, many of which are wearing some form of Brian/Stewie memorabilia, chanting "Dog and baby, victory is ours, dog and baby, victory is ours" over and over until it just becomes one loud droning to all who hear it.
A large orb of ectoplasm, much larger than her house, forms in Megs hands as she holds her arms above her head.
"Burn in hell you fucking pedophilic furverts!" She screams before throwing the ectoplasm into the crowd, leaving a large crater where they used to be.
Meg gives a sigh of relief before floating down to the edge of the crater and breathing heavily.
She turns to the house, where a large group of fan fiction authors, readers and characters who don't write, like, or belong to any Stewie/Brian fan fiction, are hiding.
"It's okay," She says, smiling in relief. "It's over." She pumped her fist into the air in triumph. "It's over!"
All at once they rush out of the house, cheering as they hoist Meg up into the air.
They rejoice for the entire night, unaware of a hand reaching up from the center of the crater, horribly burned and mangled, it grabs onto the ground and starts to pull itself out, several other hands burst from the ground in various places around the crater.
End flashback
Meg grimaced at the cutaway, not so much the 'her being hailed as a hero' thing, it was more of the 'zombie metaphor for the most ridiculous, stupid, pointless, sick, wrong, largely inappropriate, and terribly written pairing of all time' (Get it? Cause it never dies, no matter how many times you try to kill it, it never dies,)
The rest of the family hadn't seen the flashback, might have been because they had no idea of her powers but it was more likely that she was just having private cutaways like the others occasionally did.
The table had lapsed into silence, excusing the clinking of dishes and silverware as they ate, even Peter said nothing, Meg attributed it to the pain in his back distracting him from his normal routine of making bad jokes at breakfast, it might also be the authoress not liking having to write for Peter, but that was really moot point.
Meg bit her lip, if there was ever a time to tell the it was then, she wouldn't ask and hope they would say yes, she would just tell them, make it clear that she was going no matter what. She really hated having to take charge like that. It made her palms sweat just thinking about it.
She took several deep breaths, her hands clutching at the hem of her shirt as she tried to stay calm, before she finally spoke. "I'm going to Amity Park."
It had already been silent, but her announcement just made it seem like they were in a void, no sound could be heard anywhere.
After a long, awkward, very awkward, silence Lois spoke, "Y-you're what? You're going where?" Confusion was way too clearly written across her face.
"I me-" Meg was cut off by, surprise surprise, Peter, who pointed out a terrible pun.
"Lois," Peter said, pointing to her forehead. "Somebody wrote on you, hehehe." He laughed, pointing at her sharpie covered forehead.
Meg, after sending a small blast of ectoplasm under the table at Peter, who yelped in pain, continued, "I meant what I said, I'm going to Amity Park." This did nothing to remove the confusion from her mother's face; perhaps they should try a damp washcloth.
"Meg, you can't go to Amity Park," Brian said, putting down his newspaper. "You have to go back to school, not to mention it hasn't even been six chapters since you woke up from that coma."
"Brian's right Meg, you need to stay here," Lois said, staring at her daughter.
"I…" Meg trailed off, taking several deep breaths before speaking again, "I wasn't asking, I was telling you, I'm going to Amity Park." Before her family could protest anymore, she stood up, ignoring her half-finished cereal as she was no longer hungry, and walked out of the kitchen towards her room.
"Wow," Peter said, staring after Meg for only a moment. "First Meg dodges my prank, then I get hit on the back by some burning stuff, and then Meg doesn't back down from us and is going to Amity Park? Man, this is weirder than the time we all got censored.
Flashback
"Peter." Lois said, coming into the room. "(Beep) you (Beep) all (Beep) money (Beep) stupid, (Beep) trinkets (Beep) toys?"
"He(Beep-a-de-beep-beep)he." Peter laughed. "(Beep), you (Beep) me. (Beep) don't (Beep) enough (Beep) learn (Beep) what (Beep) done."
"Well, (Beep) do (Beep) again." Lois said before Chris and Stewie ran downstairs.
"Mom," Chris whined "(Beep) Stewie (Beep) stop (BEEP)ing fun (Beep) me. (Beep) not (Beep) fault (Beep) so (Beep)"
"Oh, (Beep)" Stewie said, smirking evilly. "It (Beep) that (Beep) lardass (Beep) a (BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP) too."
"Stop (Ding)" Chris said, tears running down his face as Stewie continued to taunt him.
(A scene I wrote a while ago in a previous fan fic I attempted to write for my break into the FG archives, I just thought it would be funny to censor it)
End flashback
"We can't let her go to Amity, it won't be safe for her," Lois said, looking around the table at the family members, "With all those ghost attacks she could be put in serious danger."
"Okay," Brian cut in. "I'm sorry, I'm as unsupportive of this as you, but I've gotta say, Are you guys really that fucking blind?" He stood up from his chair and walked out of the kitchen, Lois and Peter looked between themselves.
"What was that about?" Lois asked, glancing at Peter.
"I don't know, maybe Brian is just being weird today," Peter said, about to go back to his pancakes.
"Guys." Chris cut in. "Do you have no idea what's been going on outside of the house?" Seeing Peter and Lois's blank looks he sighed. "There's been ghost attacks at me and Meg's school for the past ten months, Meg is usually the one who gets injured. Didn't you notice that she kept coming home with injuries everyday?" He pushed his chair away from the table "I have to go work on an art project." And he walked out of the kitchen towards his room.
Lois and Peter glanced at each other. "Peter…" Lois said, her eyebrows furrowing together. "Do you think what Chris said is true?"
"I don't know Lois," Peter said before bashing his head on the table. "AUUGH!" He shouted in frustration.
"What? Peter, what?" Lois asked, staring at her husband in worry.
"If what Chris said is true than we've been living in a ghost town and I didn't even know!" He hit is head on the table once again. "So, many, video, opportunities, wasted!" He punctuated each word by hitting his head on the table.
Lois looked at her husband in shocked disgust.
"Peter." She admonished. "Chris just told us that our daughter has been coming home every day leading up to you putting her into a coma with injuries and all you can think about is lost opportunities to film the ghosts that did it?" She was shocked and angry, mostly at herself for being so bad of a mother that she didn't think anything was wrong with Meg until she had nearly died, and even then she hadn't thought much of it.
She pushed her chair away from the table. "I'm going to go talk to Meg." She walked out of the kitchen and started heading for Meg's room.
Peter continued to hit his head on the table until she left the kitchen before suddenly stopping.
"Hey, where'd Lois go?" He looked around. "And why does my head hurt? SHHH AHHH SHHH AHHH SHHH AHHH SHHH AHHH!" He rubbed his forehead before getting up and walking out of the house, he might have been heading towards the clam, he might have actually been thinking and was going towards the hospital, or the authoress might have just gotten bored with him and decided she needed to get him out of the chapter.
Meanwhile, upsta-
"What the deuce?" Stewie cut the narration off, waving his arms from the baby chair. "What about me? I'm in this story too and I haven't even said anything until now!" He glared darkly at the screen. "I'll have you know that I'm the only thing keeping this show afloat! I will not tolerate this blasphemy! Nine chapters in which I rarely make an appearance and don't even speak! Well, no more! Unless you head my demands and make me the central character of this story, you're death shall be a slow and painful one at the hands of blind retarded one-armed monkeys with rusty surgical implements!" He shook his fist angrily at the authoress before a note appeared in front of him.
"What the deuce?" He asked, looking at the floating piece of paper.
Dear Stewie-
No.
- Liana-Wolfe
"You won't get away with this!" He shouted angrily, grabbing the piece of paper out of the air and crumpling it into a ball. "My fans won't stand for it!" He got no other reply from the teenager and sighed, resting his chin on the palm of his right hand before glancing around. "How the hell am I going to get down from here?"
As I was saying, Meanwhile, upstairs in Meg's room a certain half-ghost rocketed up through the floor, de-transforming as soon as she was completely through.
Meg was breathing heavily, the effort of her taking control of Peter had taken a lot out of her, but it had well been worth it.
Meg smirked before quickly walking over to her bed, which had a pile of clothes and an open suitcase on it that she'd started to work on before she had decided to see what the family's reaction to her going to Amity had been, she had gotten down just in time to hear the end of what Chris said, the idea to control Peter hadn't even crossed her mind until she was actually doing it, which made her wonder, why did so many ghost powers she didn't know she had come so instinctively to her?
Meg didn't have time to dwell on it as her train of thought was de-railed by none other than her mother knocking on the door.
Meg knew who it was, it was rather obvious after what she'd seen earlier, She didn't even turn around as she spoke, "If you've come to convince me to stay you're wasting your time." She folded a shirt, a red tank top she hadn't even been aware she owned, and put it in the suitcase.
"Listen." Lois started hesitantly; Meg could hear her shuffling her feet. "I don't know why you want to go to Amity, or why you didn't tell anyone about the ghost attacks at your school, but…" She sighed, and started to slowly walk forward to Meg's bed. "I know that I can't really stop you, can I? Something about you changed after you came out of the coma, something I can't even begin to describe, and now you're… You're too strong of a woman for me to tell you what to do anymore." Meg smiled slightly, although Lois couldn't see, at the thought, it was true, just from training her powers in the dream realm she had started to build back up some of the confidence that her family, and most of the town actually, had torn down over the years.
"What are you saying, mom?" Meg asked, she had a pretty good idea but she wanted to here Lois say it herself.
"I'm saying…" Lois reached the bed and pushed some clothes back, sitting down and facing Meg. "I'm saying that you can go to Amity," She held up her hand to stop Meg from speaking before continuing. "But I want to lay down some rules. First: I want a letter, a letter not a postcard, at least once a week." Meg nodded. "Second: Don't come back knocked up or married or anything like that, we already have enough of those stories going around." Meg chuckled at that but smiled and nodded all the same. "Third: Try not to get into too much trouble, you're the only daughter I've got." Lois leaned over and kissed Meg on the forehead. "Good luck sweetie." She gave the seventeen-year-old a hug before standing up. "Do you need help with packing?" She glanced at the large pile of clothes on the bed.
Meg's first and foremost reaction was to refuse, but seeing the way that Lois seemed to genuinely be offering help made her ignore the urge to turn her away and nodded. "Sure, if you want to."
Lois smiled before turning to the large pile of clothes. "Uh, Meg? How long exactly are you planning on staying?" She asked, just then realizing how many articles of clothing were in the pile.
Meg shrugged. "I honestly have no idea." It was true, Ayumu hadn't told her how long her training would take, so she was preparing for the worst-case scenario that it would take at least several months.
Lois took a blue sweater in her hands and started folding. "Well," She set the sweater down in Meg's suitcase. "Try to keep up with your studies, okay?" She grabbed a pair of jeans and started to fold them, she paused and looked around. "What the hell happened to your room?" Meg froze; she hadn't counted on Lois noticing the scorch marks.
"It's nothing," Meg said, folding a shirt and setting it down in the suitcase. "I don't even remember how they got there."
"But…" Lois trailed off, shaking her head. "You know what? I don't even want to know." She reached over and set the jeans in Meg's suitcase and grabbed another shirt.
Meg smiled slightly as she set the shirt she'd been folding in.
"Hey Meg?"
"Yeah?"
"Just how much stuff can this suitcase hold?"
"…"
"Meg?"
"I don't know."
Lois laughed at that.
"Well, Liana-Wolfe will have to run out of a reason for us to keep putting clothes in and skip ahead to the next major plot point eventually, right?" She asked, still chuckling.
"Probably, I just hope that she isn't going to randomly cut me off mids-"
Three days later, Tuesday afternoon, Meg and her family was standing at a train station, waiting for her train to come in, she could have easily flown herself there but that would have made her family wonder
"Goddammit." Meg swore, glaring at the screen, angry with the authoress for cutting her off midsentence.
Flashback
Up in heaven, god is sitting on a throne staring out the window at the clouds.
Suddenly, a man bursts into the throne room.
"Your all-mightyness." He panted, kneeling at his feet. "The half-ghost girl has asked you to damn the Authoress, well, not in those words but it's what we assume she meant."
"I'll get around to it." God waved him off, "Right after I finish this delicious feast." He motioned to the table full of living livestock such as goats, cows, water buffalo, and other animals.
The man's eyes widened.
"Clear the room!" He shouted in panic. "The all-mighty one is about to feast!"
People screamed in panic as they fled the throne room, as soon as it was clear god smirked before morphing into a giant gelatinous blob and rolling onto the animals.
"Mm…" God said in a deep voice. "Tastes go-od."
(Religion, on the 'will make fun of' list. God, on the 'things I doubt exist' list, see the connection?)
End flashback
"She is going to get so much hate-mail for that." Peter said, he, along with the rest of the family, had all-too-conveniently missed the reference to 'half-ghost girl'
The train pulled up and the doors opened, people from previous stops got off and Meg looked at the train before glancing back at her family.
"I'll write at least once a week," She said as she started to walk onto the train. "I'll take plenty of pictures!" She added as she got on the train. She walked back to her seat, which took several minutes longer to find than it logically (Live long and prosper) should have, and looked out her window to see her family waving. "I won't be gone too long!" She shouted out at them as the train started to move. She continued to watch them with her head sticking out of the window before the wind speed forced her to pull back in and close her window. "I'll be safe." She whispered the last part to herself, wanting desperately to believe that it was true.
She glanced around her train compartment, not many people had gotten on, the compartment was half, maybe four sixths of the way full, leaving many empty seats all around her.
She glanced out the window, the train was passing the outer reaches of Quahog and just starting to get into the surrounding countryside.
Meg glanced down at her two bags, one packed with all of her clothes, because Liana-Wolfe apparently didn't understand the concept of 'limited space' and the other had various objects like an Ipod, some books, a camera, a laptop she'd gotten from her grandfather for her last birthday, and about ten thousand dollars her mother had somehow managed to weasel out of Carter the day before, Meg really didn't want any details about the event, as nothing good would come of her knowledge.
(Cue the creepy horror movie music)
Meg stared out the window as the trees passed, it was a good fourteen hours to Amity Park and she had the feeling that it was really going to be like hell waiting.
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What do you think? Feedback is greatly appreciated on how to make my story better.
I had a bit too much fun with writing Stewie's rant, and Lois just had a major push in character development, even if Peter is stuck behind. And BTW? W00T! Tenth chapter!
Note to reviewer of last chapter:
Material: Thanks for liking it, I'm glad it was good enough for you to post your laughter.