Megalomaniac: The Life and Times of Stewie Griffin

Summary: Stewie Griffin has conquered the world. Now, the resistance movement started and led by Brian has him cornered. Dismissing his forces and accepting his fate, he starts to reflect back on his life and what led him to this point.

Disclaimer: I don't own Family Guy. I do, however, own the numerous original characters that will be in this story.

Prologue

My name is Stewart Gilligan Griffin, but you may know me as Stewie. For over a decade now, I have ruled the world. But my reign is ending. Brian and the Resistance have fired a nuclear device at my fortress, built on the ruins of what used to be Quahog, Rhode Island. They managed to hack my force-field emitters, which will shut down immediately before the weapon arrives and reactivate the moment it is inside the perimeter, containing the explosion and preventing it from poisoning the rest of the world. I have but an hour to live. Unless I surrender. Brian issued a demand just before the launch: Surrender or die. If I surrender, he will disarm the warhead. I would never surrender; I couldn't give up my power. I dismissed my forces at that, told them to disband and go home.

The communications console beeps, and I answer it, knowing who it will be, why he is contacting me. My arch-enemy, the leader of the Rebellion . . . And yet, despite all that, still my closest friend. Brian's image appears on the screen. He looks surprisingly young for a dog of his age; in fact, he should have been dead twenty years ago or more.

"Hello, Brian." I say dryly. "Come to beg for forgiveness because you know I have a way out of this scenario?"

"Hello, Stewie. You know why I'm contacting you. This is your last chance. I'm only giving it to you because we were friends. Surrender, and I'll deactivate the warhead. You'll be taken into custody and tried. We both know that you're trapped."

I shake my head. "You know I can't do that, Brian. I won't give up the power I have until you pry it from my cold, dead fingers." I echo the words of a conversation we'd had years ago, early on in my endeavor. "The only way out for me is a body bag."

Brian nodded, sadness evident in his eyes, and, I'm sure, mine. "So be it, Stewie. It was good knowing you. You were a good man."

I nod back at the dog. "And you, Brian. One of the best, in fact. You'll do this world proud when it rebuilds."

Brian nods. "I'll do my best." he says, reaching to terminate the link.

"Brian, wait." I say.

"What is it, Stewie? Have you changed your mind?" Brian asked, looking surprised

"No, Brian. I haven't, and I won't. But I do . . . I want to ask you a favor, for . . . For old time's sake."

"Sure. What's your last request?"

"I am going to record a message, a thought-based download. I don't want my side of the story lost. I want people to know why I did all of this. Let me send you that message, and promise me that it will be played, that people will be able to know the truth, should they want to."

Brian nods. "I'll do that, Stewie. For old time's sake."

"Goodbye, Brian."

"Goodbye, Stewie."

I cut off the link.

I walk over to a device, a mental interface link, and hook myself up to it. I have chosen to use my remaining time to think back on the past, to reflect on my life, record my story from my perspective so that, someday, posterity may know the true story of Stewart Gilligan Griffin.