His throat was dry. It felt as if his vocal chords would crack and sever with every swallow. He needed water, so badly. But there was no water here…was there? He couldn't tell.
Don't be stupid.
…Who are you?
Are you stupid?
No.
Then you should know who I am.
Well, who are you?
Your ignorance does annoy me so.
You aren't very nice.
That means you aren't very nice, either.
What?
What would you think if you saw someone talking to their reflection?
I don't know.
Yes you do. If you would only think of the answer, it would come.
I guess I'd think of them as strange.
Do you think of yourself as strange?
No.
Then you gave me a dishonest answer.
I don't understand a thing you're saying!
That is because you have no right to.
Who are you, and what do you want from me?
Why would I want something that already belongs to me?
What?
Everything you possess is mine, also.
But I don't know you.
Yes you do. And I know you as well.
Oh? What's my name?
That I won't tell you.
Because you don't know!
I know your name perfectly, but I choose not to tell you now. What I also know is: you are a chipmunk, you have two brothers, you live with a man called Dave, and you have a crush on a female Chipette.
How did you know that about me?
Because I am you.
What?
Thank you for releasing me.
His eyes flew open, and the young chipmunk let out a soul-shattering scream that filled the house. His throat burned, and the burning spread through him. Pain consumed every nerve in his body, and bright light filled his vision. He gripped the sides of his bed, and writhed in agony. His screams were bloodcurdling, but there was no-one there to hear them. No-one came to his rescue, and he fell unconscious in the grey light that enveloped his room.