(This story is based off of a dream I had recently. I personally don't consider it a nightmare cause I'm not afraid of dreams anymore, but it's DEFINITELY a nightmare. A straight up mind f***, in fact!)
The sun descended beneath the horizon, blanketing the serene neighborhood in a dim, tangerine orange. Birds roosted into the trees, nestling in their nests along side their drowsy young, and the soft hum of the bustling city beyond still lingered in the afternoon air.
It was 8:45, far surpassing the boys' bed time. Alvin, Simon and Theodore all snuggled into the cushions of the arm chair with their blanket up to their chins. Dave bade the three of them good night and walked off to his bed room.
The three brothers all yawned in unison before sinking into the warmth of the arm chair, allowing sleep to take them away to heavenly places boasting a bounty of happiness.
(SCENE TRANSITION)
Nearing the crack of dawn, Theodore was snoring softly, a peaceful smile etched into his fur coated face and his small paws clutching the blanket close to his body for warmth...then...his smile slowly vanished.
Droplets of sweat materialized under his fur and his body temperature grew. He twitched and mumbled through his dream, "H-he-elp...".
Theodore stumbled through a field of blood and soot slick grass. Embers fall to the battle field, where mortars bombard everywhere about the frightened chipmunk and the gut wrenching shrieks of the dying plague the grey, smoke riddled atmosphere.
Theodore's ears begin to ring and a painful yet painless fog clouds his mind. What sounds like the muffled cry of a baby decrescendos repeatedly in his head as Theodore is driven onward by some unknown force.
Theodore suddenly finds himself looking at himself through the eyes of another chipmunk. His body is bruised, burnt, bloody and down right unrecognizable. His green hoodie torn and stained in black and crimson.
Theodore looks down at himself to find a bold, yellow A staring upside down at him, emblazoned over bright red fabric. He's holding a hand gun...brings his free paw over to it and pulls back the slide before letting it go with a loud click. Theodore aims the gun at himself.
Just as he's about to pull the trigger, the ground beneath his feet gives away, dissipating into nothing. He can see nothing but pitch black and the contents of war descending with him.
Out of no where, an unfamiliar and ominous voice emits from everywhere, "You fall into a void of nothingness.". As this is said, Theodore looks down to see that the blackness empties into static like that of which you'd find on a television screen. As Theodore passes into the void, a sensation of unrelenting dread washes over him and sharp chills claw up and down his spine and along his arms and legs, making him whimper out loud just before his eyes shoot wide open to the light grey ceiling of the Seville house hold.
Theodore's burning up and sweating profusely, causing his fur to be matted down. Theodore curls up into a ball and begins to cry, feeling as though a part of him had physically been whisked away into the void during his nightmare.
Theodore quietly yelps in shock when two furry arm wraps around him from either side. A paw brushes gently over his back and another ruffles the fur atop his head. Theodore's eyes crack open to soft rays of sun light that bath the living room in yellow and the caring, loving faces of Alvin and Simon.
(I'll probably end up doing more of these. Just depends on if I dream again, which I'm certain I will. Ugh, I've got a seriously screwed up sub-conscious mind...)