Disclaimer: I do not own the chipmunks, nor the chipettes. But I do own my OC.
The for now nameless chipmunk wakes up, noticing his left shoulder bandaged, his wound treated. He sits up and also noticed that he was half naked. He got up with a little difficulty. He looked around for his shirt, and could not find it. So he walked quietly into the kitchen and noticed his shirt on the ground. He picked it up and caught a whiff of blood. And then he remembered the night before. He got shot.
Humans, he thought to himself. Always trying to use force to get what they want.
"I see your awake" He heard behind him. He turned around looked up to see a man leaning against
the door frame.
"Good morning" Said the man.
"U-um good morning", said the chipmunk.
"I'm Dave, what's your name?"
"It's Kristopher."
"Whats your last name?"
"Brewer"
"What a fine name, very strong."
"Thanks, um, did you patch me up?"
"Uh-huh. Do you feel better?"
"Yes...Thank you."
"What happened?"
"I got shot. By a man with a crossbow. Because I wouldn't sing for him. He wanted to use me for his personal gain."
"I see. Well that will not happen here. You can stay here awhile if you want."
"Thank you. I will take you up on that offer. Ummm."
"Yees?"
"I saw three chipmunks here. Where are they?"
"Oh. You mean my boys. They are not awake yet."
"Oh. When will they be up?"
"I haven't woken them yet. Do you want to meet them?
"Oh yes, please."
"Okay. ALVIN, SIMON, THEODORE. TIME TO GET U-UP."
Okay here is my second chapter. R&R Please and please be nice.
