Hello people! This idea had been swarming my head for the longest time so I decided to write it. This is based of the 2015 Cartoon version of the show. Well, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot.
Alvin groaned as the 'prison' came into view just as every other morning. He just didn't get the point of going to school five days a week when he wasn't even paying attention. He was a Rockstar; he could just make a living off that.
Simon rolled his eyes at his younger brother's antics and tightened his grip around the straps of his backpack as he felt the vehicle came to a halting stop. Theodore, followed by Alvin and Simon, hopped out of the car, each wearing a completely different attitude and slowly made their way into the building.
"Bye, boys have fun at school!" Dave called to them with a wave. As they walked into school, Alvin and Simon started bickering about the importance of school while Theodore tried to break them up. Eventually, because neither of them were backing down, they agreed to disagree as they each approached their lockers and were greeted by the chipettes.
"What's up?" Alvin addressed the girls, his formerly grumpy attitude switched to a more chill, laid back one.
"Just getting ready for science. I wonder what new knowledge they'll be teaching today." Replied an excited, sweet, feminine voice.
"From what I heard, we're going to be doing an experiment today." Simon responded with the same excitement in his voice.
"Who cares about that? I managed to get the principle to switch my class from gym to home economics! Guess being the principle's assistant has some benefits" Brittany's voice rung out, the rude tone that it started with changing to a more boastful tone.
"How is home economics a good thing?" Alvin questioned his counterpart. "It's basically a class where you get graded on chores." He finished in a classic, cocky way.
"Because they're doing fashion right now, Alvin. Plus, I no longer have to smell disgusting gym odor." She countered while Alvin rolled his eyes at her response. Eleanor and Theodore were having their own conversation about what she should bake for an upcoming baking competition and how Theodore was going gather the ingredients after school.
As they finished up their conversations, they found themselves standing in the doorway of Miss Smith's classroom. They all sat down at their desks, still chatting and looked to the front of the room. Standing in the front of the room stood an unfamiliar kid.
His hair was jet black and spikey, he had slightly tan skin, and had a squared jaw. He had a muscular build which could make any girl swoon and was pretty tall. His piercing amber eyes scanned the room, as if looking for something.
He was wearing a leather jacket over a snow-white shirt, dark washed jeans, and black tennis shoes, which were once snow white, but were now covered by dirt and dust.
Simon, Theodore, and the chipettes were slightly intimidated but ignored him nonetheless and carried on with their conversations. Alvin, Simon, and Theodore were talking about their up-coming concert with the girls, meanwhile Brittany managed to drag her sisters into some conversation about boys.
"Class, before we start, I would like to…Quiet!" Everyone turned their attention to Miss Smith, except for Alvin of course.
"So are what song are we begin with?" He questioned his brothers, whose eyes were bouncing between Alvin and a very annoyed looking Miss Smith.
"Alvin! Pay attention!"
"Why? It's not like I'm gonna learn anything!" Alvin retorted, and it was true, even if he tried to, he just couldn't keep his attention on Miss Smith for very long.
"Alvin." Calm.
"But..."
"Alvin!" Not so calm.
"But…"
"ALVIN!" She yelled, her patience worn thin.
"Oh fine." He gave up, but knew he wasn't going to listen anyway. No one noticed, but Spike started smirking.
"Alright. Everyone, I would like to introduce Spike. You can take a seat besides Derek." It sounded like an option, but everyone knew when teachers said that you didn't have much of a choice. She pointed at Derek and the empty seat next to him.
He smiled before slowly making his way to his seat. On his way to the back, he stopped by Alvin's desk and nudged him with his foot, hard enough to make Alvin almost fall out of his seat.
"Hey! Watch it Pal!" Alvin yelled at him, not backing down even after Spike's menacing glare. His brothers and friend had seen what had happened but were surprised Alvin yelled at such a big, intimidating looking guy. Everyone around Alvin backpedaled upon seeing Spike's glare toward Alvin, and expected Alvin to do the same, but he didn't. He continued to stare him down until Spike broke the gaze.
When Spike got to the back of the room, he shot Alvin a look. Alvin caught it and rolled his eyes.
Miss Smith, after watching the scene with the new kid and the troublemaker of the class, quickly recovered from shock and gave Spike detention. She started droning on about math, and everyone followed her footsteps, but they were still slightly shocked.
About halfway through class, as Alvin was jotting down a note next to his weird, alien doodles, Alvin felt somethings pointy hit his back and quickly turned around. When he did, he saw a crumpled piece of paper, and being a very social kind of guy, he knew it what it was. He slowly unfolded the paper, careful for to tear it, and started reading it. As he read it, his smirk fell to the floor and a frown replaced it. The note read:
Hey you filthy little fur-ball! You're going to meet me in the back of the school tonight at 10. If you don't show or you peep a word of this, your brothers will get it! ~ Spike
Alvin gulped and read of the note again. How did he know those were his brothers? Or that he was very protective of them? He glanced at his brothers, whose eyes were fixated on the board, and quickly made his decision. Even if these were empty threats, which he had a feeling they weren't, he didn't want to take that chance.
He read it one more time then looked at his brothers. He quickly searched the room for Spike and when he found him, he nodded and cringed seeing the smirk that crawled onto Spike's face. These definitely weren't empty threats.
He looked at the chipettes, and saw Brittany staring at him oddly. She had heard the note hit his back and saw him pick it up and read it. She also saw his reaction which confused her greatly. He didn't know what he was supposed to tell her, so he sighed and looked back down.
He felt her eyes linger on him for a bit longer before she adverted her eyes back to the board and started scrawling down notes. He got lost in his thoughts but was quickly jerked out of them by Miss Smith calling on him.
"Alvin, do you mind putting the answer up for number 2?" He chuckled a little bit. She said number two. He looked at the board and automatically was confused. What was it even asking?
"Actually Miss Smith, I do mind."
"Alvin, I wasn't asking. Now, can you please do number 2?" She said it again. He chuckled again before responding.
"Sure sounded like a question."
"Just do the problem." She hissed through her teeth, not surprising anyone. If it was anyone else it would have been surprising, but this was Alvin.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Aliens clearly wrote it. There's no other reason it could be this weirdly written!" Brittany opened her mouth to comment before remembering his reaction to the note and quickly shut her mouth, resulting in her sister to give her odd looks. She didn't care, though. She saw the shock and fear in his eyes as he finished reading.
"Come up and try or you can see me in detention later" she threatened.
"Ugh, fine!" He walked up to the board and read the problem. He looked at the problem for a few seconds before starting to work it out.
When he wrote the answer on the board, everyone was shocked. They were surprised to see that he had gotten it correct, especially after his argument with Miss Smith. He sat back down and saw the looks on his brother's faces and friends faces.
"What are you looking at?"
"You got it right" Simon answered, still in shock. Alvin's eyes widened in shock.
"Really?!" He asked excitedly. Simon nodded and looked back at the board.
"Good job, Alvin. Now next question" Miss Smith started bloviating as Alvin started zoning out again. He suddenly realized the paper was still on his desk and sighed, his happiness leaving him quicker than it came.
He started to think about what would happen if his brothers got hurt because of him. He'd feel terrible knowing he was the cause. He put his arms on the desk and buried his head into them. He kept them there, thinking about his brothers and his meeting with Spike tonight. He was so into his thoughts that he didn't notice the lunch bell ring, dismissing everyone.
"Alvin." Nothing.
"Alvin." Nada.
"Alvin!" Zip.
"Alvin!" Zilch.
"ALVIN!" Alvin snapped out of his thoughts and snapped his head up. He found himself looking into the blue eyes of an annoyed Simon.
"What?" Alvin answered back, just as annoyed.
"It's time for lunch."
"Ugh." Alvin lazily stood up, grabbed his things slowly and made his way out the door. His siblings and the chipettes shared a look before following him.
"Did you have a good nap?" Brittany's voice mocked as they made their way to their lockers to put away their books.
"I didn't take a nap." Alvin stated opening his locker, not catching the mockery in her voice.
"Then what were you doing?" She mocked again. She couldn't tell if he was lying or not. She looked at the others and could tell they were thinking the same.
"I was just thinking." He slammed his locker shut and walked away, not in the mood to talk with his friends. They quickly caught up to him and started interrogating him, which he was not happy about.
"Okay, what's wrong with you?" He turned to his right to look at Brittany and noticed that she was the only one to catch up with him. "Was it that note?" She had asked him quite loudly, but luckily, the others didn't hear.
"What's it to you?!" He shot back, vexed. What was he supposed to do? He didn't even know what was going to happen tonight. He was snapped back out of his thoughts by Brittany again. Does she ever stop?!
"Well sorry for being worried." She quickly realized what she and started to heat up in embarrassment. "Not that I was worried." She looked around nervous and saw that everyone had caught up and was giving her strange looks. Embarrassed, she decided to go back to interrogating Alvin. She opened her mouth to speak, but they were quickly drowned out by the chatter of the lunchroom.
"Well, I'm going to go get my lunch" Alvin quickly stated in a poor attempt to escape Brittany.
"Didn't Dave pack your lunch today?" Simon asked, knowing what his brother was doing.
"Um, I forgot it in the classroom."
"It's in your hand."
"Whatever! I'm going to the bathroom" He didn't have to go, but he knew Brittany couldn't enter the boy's bathroom. Before anyone could object, he was already racing down the hall to the bathrooms.
The bathroom wasn't kept very clean. The walls and floor were covered in a brown sticky substance; the stalls were covered graffiti, the toilets, along with the sinks were covered in grime. Blood parts if the mirror and counter.
Upon entering the restroom, he looked around and cringed. He was trying to find something to do when his stomach growled. He was about to go back to his group but as he turned around, someone else entered. He was about to just pass by without second thought but felt something hit his stomach, sending him backwards slightly.
"Watch it Buddy!" He looked up and into found himself staring into a pair of very familiar amber eyes. He had taken a step back before he stood tall again and glared into the person's eyes. Blue clashed with amber, both holding a very similar hatred.
"I could say the same for you! Get in my way again, and it will get ugly." Spike started walking past when he saw Alvin roll his eyes and start mumbling.
"You know...you could you some straighten up" Spike said with a tone in his voice that made Alvin slightly uncomfortable.
"What are you talking abo…" He was cut off by the feeling of being lifted and felt himself being slammed into the cold, hard wall. The wind got knocked out of him, causing him to start taking in huge breaths of air. The impact of the tiles caused pain to shoot through his back.
Spike smirked, seeing Alvin try to regain his breath. "You know, this could've been avoided, but you had to go and be an impudent, cocky little twerp. Next time, don't mess with me."
Instead of cowering in fear like Spike expected, Alvin just groaned in annoyance and rolled his eyes once more. Spike frown, seeing that he wasn't getting through to his victim, but smirked as he remembered his weakness.
"Next time you disrespect me, your brothers will go down and I'm going to make you watch! You'll know you were the reason, the reason, your brothers will be bloody and bruised; you'll know it was all your fault!" He screamed the last part and watched Alvin's annoyed face quickly turn to fear and seeing that he had gotten through to his victim, he started grinning like a criminal.
Alvin suddenly yelled at him in, desperation evident in his voice. "Do what you want to me just leave them alone!" He pulled Alvin forward from the wall and slammed him back into it, this time with much more force. This time, since his guard was down, he let out a yelp of pain.
"See you later twerp." He pulled Alvin, who was scared out of his mind, toward him before tossing him across the bathroom. When Spike left, Alvin got up and pondered over what he said.
"Next time you disrespect me, your brothers will go down and I'm going to make you watch! You'll know you were the reason, the reason, your brothers will be bloody and bruised; you'll know it was all your fault!"
Alvin caught his breath and sighed before he started walking out of the bathroom. As he was walking out, he heard the bell ring, signaling the end of recess, which takes place after lunch. He started heading toward his classroom, quite excited to get away from anywhere unsupervised.
Realizing his slow pace, he sped up, but found that the restroom he had went to was on the other side of the building. He covered his ears as the late bell blared through the school, echoing in the halls the same way it would if you were stuck at the bottom of a cliff, screaming for help.
When the bell finally stopped ringing, he uncovered his ears and looked around. There was nobody in sight which had him feeling slightly vulnerable. He quickened his pace to a speed walk, almost a jog, and continued down the long, empty hallway.
When he finally arrived at Miss Smith's doorway, he was already ten minutes late. He nervously put his hand on the knob and opened the door. When he was in the room and closing the door behind him, he felt all eyes on him.
"Alvin, what a surprise." Miss Smith said dully. She, along with everyone else, had assumed Alvin was skipping class. He didn't say anything, but his aquamarine eyes scanned the room for Spike. When he found him, he saw him smirking at him like the mad hatter. He sighed and started walking towards his desk.
"So Alvin, why are you late?" He racked his brain for an excuse, tossing out every idea he came with.
"Alvin?" He felt everyone's eyes on him.
"Alvin!"
"I don't know okay!" He said burying his face into his sleeves.
"Well then, detention!" They all looked at Alvin, waiting for his protests, but got none. Miss Smith went back to teaching, but five pairs of eyes remained on him. He knew they were staring at him, but was to stressed out to do anything about it.
Spike's threats whirled in his mind like a hurricane. He just couldn't shake his words, especially the threat towards his brothers. He couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into. He did start feeling more sympathy towards Simon from his bully situation with Derek, but this seemed… Different.
The dismissal bell rang and Alvin remained in his seat, which was odd.
"Aren't you going to leave?" Miss Smith asked him with suspicion clear in her voice.
"Mhm what? Oh, um, I have detention. Remember?"
"Yes, but you get a fifteen-minute break in-between."
"I think I'll just sit here." He didn't like the idea of being unsupervised and was going to push it off as much as he could.
"Alvin, go!"
"You haven't even dismissed us yet!" He shot back, desperate.
"Class dismissed." Most kids, including Alvin, stayed in place while hardly any left.
"You may leave now, Alvin." She said sternly.
"But I don't want to leave!"
"I have papers to grade and can't with your talking."
"I'll be quiet." He tried to reason with her, leaning back in his chair before quickly sitting back up. "Ouch!"
"Oh, fine, Alvin!" She looked around at the classroom before saying, "You guys may leave." Everyone took the hint and left the room. When everyone left, the room was silent, surprising Miss Smith. She thought he was trying to butter her up for something, but here he was, sitting quietly.
She looked up from her papers and towards Alvin. She eyed him for a few seconds before looking back down to her papers. She heard a shuffling noise and saw Alvin getting something from his bag.
"What are you doing?" She asked him, suspicion clear in her voice.
"I'm getting my homework out. What else am I supposed to do?" A few students entered the room and sat down. They all sighed and looked towards Miss Smith, waiting for her to start the timer.
"Alvin, Amber, Jessica, Spike, Veronica." Each student raised their hands as she called their names. Alvin's eyes darted from his paper when he heard Spike's name being called. When did he get detention? He thought as he looked towards the bold kid.
He sighed and looked back down towards his homework. Write an emotional, heartfelt poem about your feelings using descriptive words. How am I supposed to do this? He tried coming up with something, but nothing was coming up. School? No. Homework? No. He sighed and put away that assignment and grabbed another.
U.S. Presidents. He settled for this and started writing down his answers. The detention room was quiet, almost too quiet, as the clock ticked. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. Nothing was happening, which never happened when Alvin had detention.
Alvin put his pencil to the paper, his answer circling in his brain, but felt something hit his back. Not again! He hesitantly turned around and felt his shoulders droop. Another note. He opened it but was kind of shock, mostly confused, by what he read.
Text this number: (987) 567-9128
He crumbled the paper and sighed. He slipped the paper in his pocket, feeling the other piece, and started writing again. He wasn't planning on texting the number; he didn't even know who it was from. He had a good idea but didn't what to think about that.
Everything was quiet again until the timer went off, scaring everyone. Most of the kids jumped out of their seats and ran out of the room. Alvin also darted out of the classroom, temporarily forgetting about Spike as he opened his locker. He put away everything he didn't need and closed his locker again.
He was walking out of the school when he felt himself being lifted once again. He couldn't see who was doing it, but he already knew. A few seconds later, just like earlier, he felt himself make contact with the wall. He gasped for breath as he screamed in pain. The bruises from earlier caused his back to be extra sensitive.
"Do you ever quit?" He questioned rudely, not in the mood to deal with Spike at the moment. He felt himself come forward again before slamming back into the wall, causing him to scream out again.
"No. You need to learn how to behave. Cockiness is not working for you."
"But…" Slam, "Would you stop?!"
"This is what I mean. You're a rude, overly confident twerp who needs to learn he's not all that." Alvin felt himself coming forward again.
"Please don't!" He was desperate. He didn't want to be slammed again. Spike smiled at him before pushing him into the wall again, more force this time. Alvin's eyes watered as tears of pain threatened to spill over.
"Aww… Are you gonna cry? Come on, cry for me!" Spike screamed. This only caused Alvin to straighten up before Spike could do or say anything else.
"Did you get my note?" Spike brought him forward again, an ultimatum tone in his voice.
"Which one?" Alvin answered smugly. Slam. Alvin rolled his eyes, his annoyance growing quickly.
"The phone number."
"Yes. Yes, I did. What about it?"
"Text it."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, you'll get slammed into this wall again." Alvin huffed and rolled his eyes. He pulled out his phone and the paper with the number on it, then did as he was told.
"There. Happy?"
"Very."
"Then can you put me down? Like, now!" He screamed at him, his face red.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because my brothers are going to get suspicious if I'm not home in five minutes." He pulled out an excuse, hoping he'd believe him. They didn't really worry unless he doesn't come until after dark.
"Like they care about you. You're just a burden to them." Alvin tried to hide the hurt look on his face but failed. Spike started laughing darkly.
"I'll have you know, that last time I went out without telling the them they freaked." He was lying, but his tone was really convincing.
"Shut it! I'll let you go, but if you tell anyone anything, you're dead!" He threatened again and looked up to see a relieved looking Alvin.
"Finally." He mumbled but quickly regretted it. Slam.
"Do you ever stop?" He screamed at him, the annoyance drowning out the pain. He felt himself drop to the ground. A second later he felt a jab in his stomach, causing him to clutch his abdomen.
"Remember, tonight!" Spike said harshly before walking away. Alvin sighed before getting up and slowly walking to the sidewalk. When he started walking, he looked down at his watch and his eyes widened. He quickened his pace, his head tilted slightly down, as he started coming up with excuses to use with his brothers.
After a couple of minutes of thinking, he made a face. "Oh, why didn't I think of it before?!" He exclaimed, looking up to see his house was still about a block away. He took a deep breath and started darting toward his house. When he reached his house, his breathing was slightly labored, but not by much.
By now he had forgotten about his discolored back and side. He opened the door and entered the cool, air-conditioned house. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and quickly pulled it out of his sweater pocket. He unlocked his phone and his face scrunched up. It was an unknown number.
Don't forget about tonight! Alvin groaned.
How could I forget with your constant reminders? He shot back at him, his eyes darkening slightly. He went to the living room after putting his phone in his pocket. He spotted Simon playing his video game, but he was to full of hatred to care. He walked toward the kitchen, seeing as he missed lunch and grabbed an apple.
He was about to turn around, but spotted Theodore. He was rummaging through the refrigerator, murmuring something. When he heard Alvin enter the kitchen, he turned around and looked at him.
"Where have you been?"
"Um, the skate park." Theodore looked at him, slightly confused. Alvin's voice was deeper and slightly quiet, his words venomous. His face was as red as his sweater, his lips were pursed, and he wore a frown. Theodore was going to say something, but decided against it knowing how Alvin got when he was angry.
Alvin started walking away when his phone suddenly dinged. He pulled his phone out at lightning speed, gritting his teeth as he read it.
You're so stupid! That's why! Because I know you'll forget!
His body started shaking. Theodore, being the caring brother he was, walked over to Alvin in concern. When he looked at him, he stepped back slightly.
"Simon!" He called, slightly fearful. Simon heard this and bolted to the kitchen, without even bothering to pause his game.
"Theodore! Are you okay?" He asked him, not noticing Alvin yet. Theodore pointed towards Alvin, whose fists were clenching.
"What did he do?" Simon turned towards Alvin, completely annoyed.
"I don't know," Theodore responded quietly. Without another word, Simon walked towards Alvin, determination shining in his eyes. When he got closer, he noticed Alvin's eyes had a little shine to them. He walked in front of Alvin, who was still staring at his phone and put his hands on his shoulders, causing Alvin to step back.
"Alvin, what's going on?" Alvin finally looked up, turning off his phone and putting it back in his pocket.
"Why would you think something's going on?" He asked him, despite it being obvious.
"Alvin, I know you. You're upset about something, and I want to know what it is." Simon told him, concerned and annoyed, concern being dominant.
"I said I was fine!" Alvin growled at him through his teeth. Suddenly Alvin stop gritting his teeth and scrunched up his face in pain.
"Alvin?" They turned to see sad eyes peering at them. Alvin eyes softened, remembering why he was doing this. He let out a shaky sigh, softly smiling at his naïve little brother. Knowing that he was going to spill soon, he started walking away. He was stressed, and they were not helping in any matter, especially because he couldn't say anything.
"And where are you going?" Simon followed him, still hoping to get something out of him.
"To my room. I have homework to do."
"Since when do you care about homework?" Theodore asked him curiously. Alvin ignored them and quickened his pace, already regretting coming home. His phone dinged again but he ignored it, already knowing who it was.
"I'll be upstairs if you need me, but I would like to be left alone," He said in an uncharacteristically serious tone. His brothers sighed and decided to ask him about it later. Alvin smiled in relief before darting up the stairs.
"What happened?" Simon asked Theodore.
"Well, I was getting stuff for Ellie's baking competition..." Theodore continued to explain, listening to the door shut upstairs.
Alvin closed the door behind him, throwing his backpack and the apple to the side, and flopped onto his bed, causing him to wince. He relaxed slightly, seeing as he was really tense before, and sighed as he let his mind wonder. He tensed up again and exhaled. He slowly felt his shoulders relax, and his eyes drooped.
"Nobody can know about this." He whispered before letting the darkness consumes him.
So what'd you think? What did you think of the characters? Did I do good at capturing them? If not, feel free to give me some suggestions to improve them. I'd love to here from you so leave those reviews! Give me suggestions of what you think should happen and you never know, I might use them. Feel free to leave any of your thought. If they're negative, tell me what I could do to improve. I would also appreciate someone sending in a better summary than I managed to put together. Hope you enjoyed!
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