So, as weird as this story is, I've had it in my head for a long while. It was inspired by a story my Creative Writing teacher told me.
Here's a shout-out to Winddragon Eternal and Bratzs12345 for helping me with ideas. :)
Btw, I'll change the summary later. :P
Disclaimer: The Chipmunks and Chipettes belong to Bagdasarian Productions.
Insanity - Chapter One
"Ew! What is that nasty stuff on your fingers?!"
Brittany looked down at her hands in shock. "What nasty stuff?"
Misty flipped back her blonde hair and put her hand on her hip, looking at Brittany's nails in disgust. "That." She pointed to a little speck on one of Brittany's nails. "It looks like dirt!"
"For your information, Misty," Brittany puffed and held out one hand, showing off her nails. "It's called glitter, not dirt."
Misty turned her head away in a dramatic manner. "Well, it looks disgusting."
Little did Brittany know, this was only the beginning.
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-O
"Brittany, dear," Miss Miller called, "I have good news!"
"What is it Miss Miller?" Brittany asked, walking into the living room.
Miss Miller held the phone down away from her mouth and against her shoulder. "Do you remember Misty?"
"Yes." Brittany raised a brow. "Why?"
Miss Miller smiled at the chipette. "She invited you to a sleep-over tomorrow night!"
"No way!" She had said. "I am not going to her house and spending the night!"
Her arguing did no good. "You have to be nice, Brittany." Miss Miller told her. "Give her a chance."
Brittany desperately wished she hadn't.
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-O
Brittany stood on the porch of Misty's home. It was a large house, much bigger than her own, and it was solid white. The roof was white, the windows were white, and even the door was white. There was a large, dark blue mat in front of the door with light-blue writing that said "Please remove shoes."
Brittany quickly pulled off her flats and held them in her hand. Before she could ring the doorbell, the door flew open and Misty appeared in the doorway. "Come on in, Brittany!" She said with an annoying, overly-excited attitude.
What have I gotten myself into? Brittany sighed and stepped inside the home.
Brittany's mouth dropped open and she stared in awe. The house looked huge from the outside, but on the inside, it looked even better. Like the outside, everything was a shade of white. The floor, the couches, the television, the walls, everything.
An older man dressed in a black suit took Brittany's shoes and bag out of her hands. "Wha-"
"Brittany, that's my butler, Charles!" Misty smiled big, showing her pearly-white teeth.
"Oh," Brittany faked a smile at Charles and turned to Misty, "Well, it must be nice to have a butler." Brittany couldn't help herself from getting jealous. Why didn't she have a butler?
"Want to see my Summer Room?" Misty asked.
Brittany looked at Misty as if she had two heads. "Your what?"
Misty laughed, making Brittany raise her brow. "My Summer Room! It's the bedroom I sleep in during the summer. It's on the second floor."
Brittany stood dumb-founded. You have got to be kidding me.
Misty continued, "I also have a Winter Room. It's in the basement."
"Well, that's... nice." Brittany faked another smile. It seems like I'm going to be doing this all night.
"Let me show you my room!" Misty turned and ran towards the nearest staircase and started running up it.
Brittany followed, and as she stepped inside of Misty's Summer Room, Brittany took a good look around. Everything was colored white and gold, just like the rest of the house. Her bed, which had a canopy over the top, had a white blanket with a golden embroidery of swirls with little flowers.
What amazed Brittany the most was the door at the back of the room that led out to a balcony. From there, you could see a large lake down below and a beautiful flower garden to the side.
Misty's voice brought back Brittany's attention. "But whatever you do, don't sit on or touch anything. My parents don't want anything in here to get dirty."
Where were her parents?
"Then where do we sit?" Brittany didn't mean to sound harsh, but she didn't care. What, does she expect me to just sit on the floor?
"We sit on the floor, of course!"
Great.
Brittany carefully sat down and watched as Misty followed her. Misty sat directly across from her in the same seated position: Indian-style.
They sat there in awkward silence. Brittany didn't want to say anything, and she was hoping that Misty didn't either.
Misty's next words confused Brittany: "So do you want to see my collection?"
"Your collection?"
Knowing her, she collects something stupid.
"Yeah, come with me!"
Misty quickly stood up and ran to the corner of her room and moved the rocking chair out of the way. Behind it, which Brittany was surprised she hadn't noticed earlier, was a small doorway. A verysmall doorway.
Misty gave a small push and the door came open. She got on her hands and knees, which was the only way she could enter the door from it being so small, and looked back at Brittany. "Are you coming?"
"Sure, I guess." How bad could it be?
Brittany followed in after Misty, unaware of what she was about to witness.
The small door led them to a six-by-six room, but the ceiling was still too low for them to stand; however, they could sit up. There was a large toy chest sitting against the back wall.
Misty crawled to the chest, unlatched it, and opened it up. Before Brittany could react, she pulled out a baby-doll.
On the inside, Brittany was screaming. On the outside, she sat frozen with fear.
The doll's hair was gone, pulled out from the roots, and the paint over her eyes was scratched off. There were holes all over the doll's plastic body that was obviously done with scissors.
"This is Clara." Misty said, holding the doll up so Brittany could get a better view. "This is what I do when I'm angry."
Brittany's eyes widened. Oh. My. Gosh.
Misty set Clara down on the floor next to her and reached into the chest again. She pulled out a second baby-doll and held it up. "This is Diane. I-"
She stopped mid-sentence, realizing that Brittany was gone.
Only one thought was going through Brittany's head: I have to get out of here!
Brittany ran out of Misty's Summer Room and ran down the stairs. Charles, the butler, met her at the door. "Going somewhere, Miss Brittany?"
He handed Brittany her bag and shoes. "Yes," she replied as she desperately tried to shove her shoes on her feet, "I'm leaving!"
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-O
"Are you sure that's what happened, Brittany?"
Brittany groaned, extremely frustrated at her situation. "For the millionth time, yes!"
Jeanette and Eleanor exchanged a hesitant look. Jeanette tried to reason with her oldest sister. "I-It's just that it sounds so-"
"-fake." Eleanor shrugged. "It's a big story to believe."
Brittany stomped her foot in annoyance. "If you girls don't believe me, fine! But I know what I saw yesterday." Brittany crossed her arms.
Eleanor sighed. "We know, Britt. We know."
"Since you don't believe me," Brittany walked toward the bedroom door and opened it, "I'll find a way to make you believe me."
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-O
Brittany stared at the empty house in disbelief. She could see in the window, and every piece of furniture that was there the day before was gone.
"Are you kidding me?!" Brittany fussed. Her only chance at proof was now gone. But one question remained: Why did they leave so suddenly?
What do I do now? No one is going to believe me!
Brittany turned on her heel and headed back up the sidewalk.
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-O
Brittany sat in front of the computer, her eyes glued to the screen. This is it! She thought. This is my proof!
"Jeanette! Eleanor!" Brittany yelled. Brittany smiled from ear-to-ear.
The two sisters walked into the bedroom. "I hope this is important, Britt." Eleanor said. "You screamed like you were hurt!"
Without saying a word, Brittany waved her two siblings over and pointed to the screen. On the screen showed a picture of Misty in an orange jumpsuit, and below it, it read:
Name: Mandy Anderson
Date of Birth: January 3rd, 1990
Reason for Imprisonment: First-Degree Murder
Mandy escaped from prison on 09-25-2013. She is very dangerous. Witnesses say her grandmother, Isabella, says she will show her victim her "collection" of dolls before she murders them. She may be using a fake name. If seen, please call the number printed below.
Eleanor was the first to speak: "But it says her name is Mandy! And her birthday makes her, like, twenty-four, Brittany!"
Brittany laughed, oblivious to how crazy she sounded. "I know! But look!" She pointed at some words on the screen."It says she might be using a fake name!"
Jeanette "Brittany, I don't think-"
Brittany stopped her sister before she could continue. "We have to find her grandmother."
Yes, Indian-style. If you don't know what that is, think of "criss-cross-applesauce". If you still don't know, just search it. :P
I originally planned to make the doll scene more intense and descriptive, but I decided not to in case I had some younger viewers.
If there are any mistakes, please let me know. Reviews are greatly appreciated! :)