Family Guy Seahorse seashell party alternate ending

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Meg plummeted down onto the couch: sinking massively. She hid her face with her hands, eager to drown out anyone and anything around her.

She found herself paralysed rigid with all the immense anger, sadness and shock that had built up gradually over the years.

She sobbed once more, clearly devoid of any hope for the future.

Even Brian, being the self -absorbed, pretentious douche-bag he was, could see it.

She had finally reached her breaking point after all those years of nonstop humiliation, bullying and torture beyond belief.

 It was really quite sad to watch: as well as it being a genuine miracle for it not to have happened earlier.

Brian couldn't bear the situation much longer, He knew that he had to be the one to do something. 

If not, the situation would only escalate into something much worse.

"Hey what's going on" Brian spoke quickly, still in the usual, calm casual tone.

 "You know, that was, uh, that was pretty cool the way you finally stood up to everybody". He said keeping his unfazed composure.

"I don't know Brian," Meg said softly. Her mind still raced with ongoing thoughts, puzzled herself, about what she had just done.

 "I mean, I, I meant every word of it, but... you saw what happened". She said, still looking doubtful.

"What do you mean"? Brian replied clearly confused by those words.

"They all turned on each other like a pack of wolves".

"Well it's not your problem," he told her simply. 

"Do you think it's possible that... that this family can't survive without some sort of lightning rod to absorb all the dysfunction"?  Meg asked, desperate for some kind of answer for the burning question in her mind. 

"I mean, it-- it's not ideal, but it's an important piece that maybe it's just my lot in life to provide". She sighed. She didn't seem to be good for much else.

There was a slight pause before Brian continued, quite unsure how to make his words any less hurtful.  

"Well, if a family can't survive without a lightning rod, then maybe that family shouldn't exist at all" Brian told her straight up, regretting it a bit at first.

"Just think about it, Meg".

Meg was clearly taken aback by his response, but at the same time seemed to consider it.  

"But doesn't that seem kind of selfish"?  "I mean they're still my family". She asked, once again disregarding herself".

" It's selfish for everyone to tell you to shut up for no reason, bully you in various different ways, and treat you like a scapegoat for all their problems, all because you act better then they'll probably ever be".  Brian replied dryly.

"But why am I always doomed to be the punching bag"? She asked despairingly, her head hung low.

"I mean it's obvious why". "You've been an easy target: constantly making yourself the victim by blaming yourself and saying sorry when you don't need to". Brian spoke, clearly annoyed. Even to her, the annoyance was obvious.

"Yeah, you're right I'm sorry".

 "Damn it I did it again", Meg laughed at herself. 

"You don't have to light yourself on fire to keep everyone else warm," he told her.

Even though it was just an expression, Brian knew Meg would literally go that far if given the chance.

"You deserve to make something of yourself".  

"You've proven yourself to have lots of talent and abilities, even more so than anyone in Quahog. Someone with musical talent, a possible journalist and you're a great writer, a much better one than me". Brian stated confidently brushing aside his own ego.

"And not to mention the resilience to actually be successful in whatever it is you want to do".

  Meg froze for a good few seconds before she spoke, almost as if she extremely struggled to process what Brian just said.

"You mean that Brian"? she asked, still unable to believe it.

"Yes, definitely", Brian responded with a small smile.

Meg felt a sudden surge of hope and happiness and with that, reached for a hug.

Brian and Meg both hugged each other tightly.

Unlike all the recent crap Brian had been spewing about girls, atheism, and religion.

This all made perfect sense to Meg.

 She knew what she had to do now, even if it was going to be the hardest decision she would ever go on to make.

 She headed upstairs, opened her pink suitcase and packed it with several clothes, other necessities and even a photo of her family.

She stared at the photo hardly and found herself tearing up slightly, as she wondered if she would ever be a part of the family again.

The tender moment was soon interrupted by Brian's voice.

"Meg, are you sure about this"? Brian asked, finding the whole thing hard to get his head around.

"Yeah,  I mean your actually leaving"? Stewie added, filled with shock.

"I need to do this for myself". "I can't let everyone take their problems out on me anymore". "This family has so many problems and it'll only get worse if they rely on a lightning rod to solve them all".   She explained sadly, as she felt her throat go dry. 

"It's also important to speak up for yourself". "Everyone has a voice that deserves to be heard". She said passionately, immediately followed by some voluntary applause from Stewie.

Nobody deserves the kind of crap I went through, so don't let them do it to yourselves or anyone else. She stated confidently this time, without any hint of anxiety or fear in her voice. 

"I won't", Stewie remarked stroking his ray gun, grinning devilishly.

Brian and Meg both glared at him for a few seconds.

Oh, and remember to give this to the others when they ask, she pulled out a small envelope with neat bright- pink handwriting on it and handed it to Brian.

"I will. Brian responded", His eyes watered a little.

Hopefully, after all this I'll be able to discover myself for who I am. And become someone strong, competent and confident: Someone I can really be proud of Meg spoke with her newfound confidence.

"Well, I wish you the best of luck" Brian said.

"We'll miss you, Meg". Stewie frowned.

"I'll miss you guys too" Meg replied, hugging them both tightly.

The pair of them watched sadly, as Meg made her way to the front door and flung it open.

 The storm had cleared now: the heavy and thundering winds had passed, quickly replaced by the pure,  glorious golden sunlight that Meg lovingly embraced.

She turned around and gave the two of them a quick wave, and then gave Brian one last look of gratitude before taking some more steps, fading further into the distance. 

As she thought to herself, maybe, just maybe there was hope.