Fire!
Simon just finished his nightly shower and was drying off as he got ready for bed. He sighed contentedly as he rubbed his soft, dry, blue towel against his damp, warm face. Showers felt so refreshing just before bed, especially since the Chipmunks had an all-day concert for their fans. They were all exhausted.
Simon slipped on his pj's afterwards and tossed his towel on the dirty laundry pile before picking up his toothbrush. It was then Alvin decided to come in with his own toothbrush. Simon glanced over, but without his glasses, he only saw a smeared shape of his brother. But judging by the color of his red pajamas, Simon could tell who it was and greeted him with a smile. "Hello Alvin. Ready for bed?"
"Actually, I am. The concert today was exhausting!" Alvin stretched while yawning. Simon was surprised to see Alvin actually ready for bed at the normal time. Usually he always gave a huge fuss about bed and fought Dave for hours!
Alvin was about to begin brushing his teeth when he shivered. "Brr, Simon, aren't you cold?"
"A little," Simon admitted, giving a small shrug. He forgot to turn on the wall heater during his shower again. Simon didn't mind but Alvin was strict on having the heater on for showers. It made the room more welcoming, he said. Alvin rolled his deep, ocean blue eyes while smirking and flipped the heater switch. Since it was old, they had to wait for it to warm up. They watched the wires inside it become red and flood the room with soothing heat. Alvin closed his eyes in ecstasy.
"There, that's better," he said dreamily. Simon chuckled.
"Alright, I get it. Are you going to brush your teeth now?" Alvin gave him an annoyed glance before pushing next to Simon in front of the sink. They shoved each other a little, trying to have more sink room than the other, and Alvin didn't notice he accidentally pushed Simon's towel into the heater with his foot, right against a white-hot wire. The towel became hot and hotter. But the boys didn't notice.
They split the sink exactly half each and both brushed their teeth and hair, then flossed, doing the nightly routine for bed.
Finally, they finished and went to their bedroom. Theodore was already in there because he went to bed a half hour earlier than the other boys. Alvin and Simon were careful to not wake him as they crawled into bed after wishing Dave a good night.
Meanwhile, a spark landed on the towel in the bathroom but the dampness of Simon's blue towel snuffed it out. The towel wouldn't be damp forever.
Near midnight, Alvin had to get up to take care of his business. He tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door. He was tired, so he didn't bother to turn on the light; the heater gave enough light by itself, even though it made everything seem orange and cast large, intimidating shadows. Alvin was half asleep, and nearly fell asleep right there in the bathroom, but was able to catch himself before he did.
Alvin was almost finished and washing his hands when a loud, popping sound hit his ears. With a startled jump, he turned around and saw Simon's blue towel in flames from the heater. Alvin stared wide-eyed. He didn't know what to do. He was awake now. He was very awake. Alvin tried to run out the door, but the metal handle burned his hand when he tried to turn it. He yelped and shrunk away from the crackling, monstrous, orange fire. It reflected in his terrified eyes, making them appear a demonic red rather than a mischievous blue. The monster fire just got bigger and bigger, eating more and more of the room mercilessly. Alvin watched the wallpaper shrivel and peel off the wall, he watched the stucco dry out and crumble to the floor, and he saw the carpets, which were scattered throughout the bathroom, be lit up in flame. It eventually got on the carpet closest to Alvin, engulfing it immediately. Alvin backed up in pure fear against the far wall and raised his arm, as if that would protect him. His voice was lost as his body trembled in fear of the deadly red fire. The wall of smoke finally hit him, and Alvin coughed. It was a light cough at first, but then more smoke penetrated his chest and his coughs became more and more desperate. A spark landed on his shirt, but he patted it out quickly. 'No!' He thought desperately. 'We can't have a fire with me trapped inside! I'm gonna die!' Alvin panicked a little bit.
Alvin tried to yell for help, but the fire was eating the oxygen, making it very hard to breathe. He coughed into his sleeve, trying to breathe the filtered air from his shirt. It wasn't working and Alvin fell to his knees, where the smoke hadn't reached. Here, he took deep sucks of precious air while continuing to cough out the remains of smoke from his burning lungs. He stared at the bottom of the door while curled in the corner, waiting for help to come.