Uhh... hi. Me and my sister are at it again. C:

Don't take this seriously, even though it's written pretty... srs.

AND IF IT REMINDS YOU OF ANY OTHER A&TC FANFICTIONS IT'S JUST A COINCIDENCE -shiftyeyes-

...but seriously though, we've read some... silly Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfictions before. They inspired us.

We love Alvin and the Chipmunks by the way. We seriously are fans. :'C DON'T HATE

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Alvin looked out his window, a small tear forming at the corner of his eye.

"Why…. Why did I run Theodore's legs over?" he choked, an image of his crippled brother flashing through his mind. He winced in pain at the thought.

"Al… what are you doing upstairs?" Simon, Alvin's hotter, nerdy brother asked with concern in his tone. He slowly advanced into the dark room where his sibling sat before a large window.

Alvin tensed at the sound of his brother's voice, snatching the small, sharp metallic razor from his pocket, stuffing it behind a nearby pillow. He clutched his sleeve, giving a small wince as pain shot through his wrist. It was a good thing that his shirt was already red…

Simon looked over at his brother; moonlight from outside reflecting upon his glasses. He frowned.

"Dude. I'm worried about you. You've been… going downhill ever since… the accident." Simon said hesitantly. He was afraid he may be treading into dangerous waters upon mentioning the incident that seemed to be haunting Alvin for months now.

Alvin's eyes narrowed. "I thought we agreed to never talk about that, Si…"

Simon sighed lightly, shaking his head. "Yes… of course. I forgot you hate living in the past…"

Alvin glared. "And WHAT, pray tell, is THAT supposed to mean?" His fingers lightly prodded the razor beneath the pillow next to him.

Simon leered. "Don't give me your attitude, dude. What's done is done. But you know that no one blames you for what—"

"—SHUT UP!" Alvin hissed, bolting to his feet. "IT NEVER…. It… never…" his voice was low and shallow as slight sobs began to escape his vocals. "It never…. Happened…"

Simon, eyes wide with terror, backed away slightly. "Dude… calm down." His eyes glanced over at Alvin's raised hand, a gleam of light catching his eye.

"Al… what…" Simon's eyes strained to focus on the small object that Alvin clasped above his head. "Is that…" A shot of realization shot through Simon as his abundant knowledge finally decided to kick in. "ALVIN ROBERT SEVILLE!" Simon growled, lunging at his brother's hand and quickly snatching the blood-soaked razor from his fingers. "YOU WERE CUTTING YOURSELF AGAIN!!"

Alvin lowered his baseball cap, his face becoming dark and obscured. "Heh…. You don't understand. Nobody understands the pain I'm going through… Nobody…"

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears…

You scream, I'd fight away all of your fears.

I held your hand through all of these years.

And you still have…

Part of me.

Alvin lifted his head slightly, giving his brother a blank stare.

"I need to go now, Si. Don't try and stop me. I'll never forgive you."

Simon's mouth opened to protest, but he stopped, shaking his head.

"Fine then. Go. Go run away from your problems instead of facing them. You seem to be best at doing that…"

Alvin's fist shot into Simon's stomach. Simon gasped, the wind being knocked out of him.

"Don't… ever… tell me what to do…" Alvin breathed dangerously, his blue eyes boring into his brother's.

Simon gave a small chuckle, spitting some blood out of the side of his mouth.. "Heh… nice shot."

Alvin grinned. "Thanks."

With a swift turn on his heel, Alvin dashed out of the room and down the stairs. Before dashing out the door, he stopped dead in his tracks, a voice catching his ear.

"Alvin? Dinner's ready!" Dave said with a bright smile, wiping his hands on the pink apron wrapped around his waist. "It's your favorite! Sunflower seed casserole with a hint of cinnamon… just how you like it."

Alvin's heart ached as he stared into Dave's unknowing eyes. "Er… I—"

"Al?"

Alvin turned, his brother, Theodore, staring up at him from his wheelchair. "Where are you going, bro?"

Alvin's lip quivered. His brother's turquoise eyes cut into his very soul. Sorrow… grief… regret… a rainbow of emotions reflected upon him.

Alvin forced himself to speak. "I'm… going out. Sorry, guys."

Theodore frowned with disappointment. "Oh… okay then. Seeya later, Al." he said, understanding that he should respect his brother's wishes. He smiled lightly. "Come back soon, okay?"

Alvin hesitated. "Y-yeah… sure thing, dude." He ruffled his brother's hair. "Promise me to take care of Simon while I'm gone… okay?"

Theodore raised a brow, puzzled. "Huh? Why do you—"

Before he could finish his question, Alvin slipped out the door and out of sight down the driveway.

Theodore frowned. "Alvin's been acting really weird lately… Why does he want me to take care of Simon…?"

Just then, Theodore's bespectacled brother staggered to the top of the stairs, a small stream of blood running down his jaw. "Hey Theo… a lil' help here?"

Without warning, Simon collapsed to the ground and fell silent.

-End Chapter 1-

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PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY WE'RE JUST HAVING FUN alsfkj;skfdfklsfj we're so getting flames for this oh lawd

Chapter 2 soon! o: