Forbidden Love (Caillou x Peppa Pig)

Chapter 1: Beginnings

(A/N: Hi! This is my first ever story on wattpad, and I'm going for a more comedic approach to this, so please don't make fun of me lmao. My best friend is helping me write this, too. Thanks for taking the time to read! Enjoy)

Third Person P.O.V.

On a beautiful, euphoric spring day, Rosie was being a little bitch. "Rosie! That's my rifle!" Caillou screamed, /clearly/ annoyed. "No! Gimme more ammo, Caillou!" Rosie screamed at him. Caillou sprinted to her, fists clenched in rage. He clenched them so tight that his knuckles turned white. He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand and snatched the rifle from her. "MINE, YOU BASTARD!" He hollered in triumph. Rosie fell to the ground, face down, wailing in pain at the loss. Caillou stood atop her gluteus maximus like a statue. After looking at the land which was his, he started to do the Nae Nae. Daddy walked in, a smile on his face. "Good job, Caillou. Mind if I join you?" Daddy said, ignoring his screaming, brat, excuse of a child. "Not at all. Rosie's been a bad, bad girl, Daddy." Caillou smirked deviously. "We're going to teach her a lesson..." Daddy said.

Third Person P.O.V.

Daddy Pig punched Peppa Pig in the face. He was drunk. "STOP HITTING HER, GERALD!!" Mommy Pig screamed. He choked her until her face was blue and she tapped his arm like a wrestler. Mommy Pig fell to the ground and cried. The wind crept into the room. The window had a huge hole in it from when Daddy Pig threw George out of the window. "BITCH! I NEVER SHOULD'VE MARRIED YOU!" Daddy Pig screamed. Peppa was about to run to her room when Daddy Pig snatched her up in his strong, muscular arms and bit her ear. "AAAAA!" she screeched. Mommy Pig took her flip flop and slapped Daddy Pig across the face. His face began to turn a bright pink. "BITCH!" He punched Mommy Pig in the face and threw Peppa Pig against a wall. Little did Daddy Pig know, George had crept into his room, and crawled to Daddy Pig's room where his phone rested atop a nightstand. George slowly grabbed the phone, flipped it on silent mode, and dialed 911. "Pick up, Pick up," he thought, hearing a dispute between his sister and his abusive father from below. "Daddy," Peppa asked. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, BACON STRIP!" Daddy yelled, he picked Peppa up. "GO TO THE KITCHEN! YOU'LL BE MY NEXT MEAL!" "But isn't that cannibalism?" George thought, worried. The operator on the other end picked up.

"911 what's your emergency?" a seductive female voice answered.

"My father is beating my sister and my mother, and he threw me out the window and-"

"Can I have your address? We'll send the police immediately."

"Yes. It is..." he thought for a moment. "London SW1A 1AA, UK."

"Police are on the way," the operator said deviously.

*13.52274 minutes later*

"FPI OPEN UP!" Three loud bangs erupted from the door. The police kicked the door down and ran into the room holding AK-47s and M-17s. They were wearing haz-mat suits and KN-95 masks. Daddy Pig dropped a broken glass he was going to use to slit Peppa's throat. The police pigs tackled him and put a gun to his head.

"YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER, USAGE OF ALCHOHOL, FREEDOM OF SPEECH, SAYING YEET WITHOUT A PERMIT, AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE! YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! ANYTHING YOU SAY CAN BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT!" Daddy Pig began to sob under the police pigs. Peppa ran to the police pig standing and watching and tugged at his arm.

"TAKE THAT, YOU FATASS!" She was finally free from the torment. Although Mommy Pig was about to die of blood loss on the floor, nobody cared. Since nobody cared, she died, then and there.

*THE NEXT DAY*

Peppa Pig was stuffing her locker with books and hoodies for her new emo look when a bald hunk walked over to her.

"Need help with those, cutie?"

"It's Peppa, asshole."

"C'mon, cut me some slack, you're an emo, I'm an ass, we'd make a good couple."

"Don't be a hog about it, or I'll cut your hooves off."

"Ok, suit yourself." The bald hunk was wearing a white T-Shirt, so he knew what to do. He took a water bottle from his backpack and "accidentally" spilled it all over his abs. His nipples were revealed and his abs were showing through the almost transparent, wet, white shirt. Peppa had to admit, she was impressed by this. She sighed, not showing that she was very annoyed, but pretending she was disappointed in his fake clumsiness. "Keep on," Peppa said under her breath. "That really turns me on." "What?" the bald stud said. "That really makes me wanna beat you with a curling iron until you drown in a pool of your own blood." The handsome bald stranger just laughed. He knew she liked him, so he was satisfied.