Ok, let me get this over with. I love Simon. He's my favorite chipmunk. I picked him for the main character because of that. It's easier for me to connect with a character that I like than one I don't like. Don't kill me.
Secondly, I don't own the Chipmunks. I'm just a huge fan.
Thirdly, the Chipmunks are awesome, I don't care what you say.
Ok, with all of that over with, let's get this show on the road!
"Yay! Waffles! They're my favorite!" Theodore exclaimed, pouring syrup over his heaping plate of breakfast. "You say that about everything, Theodore," Simon huffed, sipping on his orange juice. "Well, that's because I like everything!" Theodore laughed, wolfing down his breakfast. Alvin gulped down his as well, giving Dave a thumbs up sign and a cheeky grin.
"Great breakfast, Dave! I especially loved how the waffles were so crispy," he said, hopping down from his chair. Dave sighed. "I burned them," he moaned. "Excellent technique, then," Alvin concluded, dusting himself off.
Simon cocked an eyebrow at Alvin. "What do you want now, Alvin?" he asked, rolling his eyes behind his giant glasses. Alvin clutched his heart dramatically and gasped. "What on earth do you mean, Simon? Can I not just congratulate Dave on a great breakfast out of the goodness of my heart?" he sobbed. Theodore nodded. "Alvin's right," he agreed, diving into his bowl of oatmeal.
Dave crossed his arms and gazed down at Alvin thoughtfully. "Is there something you want to ask me, Alvin?" he said. Alvin cleared his throat and winked at Simon, who sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well, there is one teensy weensy itty bitty thing I need you to do for me, now that you mention it," he coughed, passing up a test to Dave. "We have to get this signed and return it to the teacher today."
Alvin began to fidget and twirl his foot around on the kitchen floor, his head hung. "Alviiin!" screeched Dave upon seeing his test grade. Theodore and Simon looked up to watch the festivities. "You failed! Alvin, what I am going to do with you!?" Dave demanded, waving the test in Alvin's face.
Alvin's face fell and he tried to look pathetic. "Honest, Dave, I did my best! I was sick that day, so it was really hard to concentrate! I've started tutoring lessons, though, thanks to good ol' Simon!" Alvin lied, pointing to his brother. Simon raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You have, have you? Simon, do you have anything to say on this subject?" Dave growled. Simon looked at Alvin, who shot his brother a pleading look. Simon sighed and hopped out of his chair. "Don't worry, Dave. His teacher agreed to let him re-take the next Tuesday. I'm helping him get ready for it to the very best of my abilities," Simon concluded, grabbing his school books.
Dave seemed reluctant, but he finally sighed. "All right. I trust you, Simon. See to it that Alvin does his very best," he said, signing the test and handing it back over to Alvin. Alvin stuffed the test in his backpack, waved, and rushed out the front door, barely taking time to holler "Bye, Dave!" over his shoulder. Simon shook his head, drug Theodore away from the refrigerator, and headed out the door as well.
"Come on, Alvin. You made me tell that lie this morning, but I at least intend to keep my word. Now pick up your math book," Simon said, pointing to his beloved chalk board. Alvin groaned and picked up his book, his eyes bleary from the continuous hours of doing nothing but studying. "Aw, come on, Simon. My brain can't take all this studying. I'm not used to it. I need fresh air! Open spaces! Lots of people!" Alvin whined.
Simon readjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "If you fail that test again, you'd might as well get used to this type of life, because Dave will ground you for a year!" he reasoned, writing out an equation on his chalkboard. That statement seemed to somber Alvin up a bit.
"All right, all right. I'm listening, Simon. Enlighten me!" Alvin quipped.
"Thank you," Simon said, pointing to the chalkboard. "Now then, this is the variable x. It can be substituted for any such value that is deemed usable, but variable y is diff-" Simon suddenly broke off from his lecture and clutched his chest.
Simon's face paled and his eyes grew wide. He broke out in a cold sweat and great waves of pain racked his body. He collapsed to the ground, thrashing. Alvin jumped up, shocked. "C-come on, Simon. I-it's not th-that bad," he stuttered, hoping that what he was seeing was untrue.
Simon groaned and clenched his teeth, holding in a scream of pure pain. Sweat was pouring down his ashen forehead. "Dave! Dave!" Alvin screeched, rushing to his brother's side. Simon groaned as Alvin rolled his brother onto his back and held him in his lap.
Dave rushed into the room, looking around the room furiously. "What's going on in h-" Dave stopped short when he saw Simon. "Simon! Alvin, what's wrong? What happened?!" Dave demanded, rushing to his son's side.
Simon bit his lip again, his body screaming in agony. He could almost feel hot knives ripping and tearing at his chest. His breath came in short, quick spurts. Dave grabbed Simon and held him close. "Alvin, go call 911! Hurry!"Dave commanded, and Alvin rushed off to obey.
Another wave of pain crashed through Simon's body, but this time he couldn't hold back his scream of terror. Dave held his son, rocking him back and forth, saying over and over "What's wrong? What happened?"
Simon could only whimper and sob, clawing at his chest, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. Alvin finally came running back, panting. "They're on their way," he reported. Dave nodded slightly, trying to hold Simon's hands down so that he wouldn't hurt himself.
Suddenly, Simon's blue sweater ripped as though from the inside. Dave gasped and Alvin squeaked fearfully when they both saw that Simon's chest had been ripped open in four slashes. Simon gagged and clutched at his chest again, squeaking fearfully. Blood gushed from his wounds.
"Oh my-Simon!" screeched Dave, recoiling. Alvin screamed, yanking on his cap fearfully.
Not a moment too soon, sirens were heard outside the house. Dave gathered up the bloody, gasping Simon in his arms and, sobbing, rushed outside to meet the paramedics, with Alvin close at his heels.
Ok, so that's the end of Chapter 1. Hopefully I'll be getting Chapter 2 up soon, thinking about calling it Voices or something to that extent. I hope you like it. If not, gimme some criticism! Love hearing it! Please R&R! Thanks for reading!