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Onto chapter three!

~Whodunit~
~by ChipetteGirl10~
~Long Night Ahead~

Jeanette ducked around another corner trying desperately to find where Simon had gone ten minutes earlier. The theater was huge and it would probably be a while before she found him again, but it could hurt to try, could it? The quivering chipette kept these thoughts in mind as she pressed forward, pushing open a door. The room was pitch-black. She couldn't see anything an inch in front of her face. Yet, even in the dark room, a banging noise was heard the loudest of all. This is the room, Jeanette thought warily. She felt around for a light switch. Her paw gripped something on the wall and pulled on it. A dim light shone in the middle of the room. Jeanette made careful steps toward it, to see what the banging noise was. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw what it was. A hammer was pounding against a wood table in the middle of that room. And on that table? Simon Seville, chained down, hyperventilating, and fear overtaking every fiber of his being. He couldn't scream – he was far too afraid.

"Simon!" Jeanette screamed. Simon's blue eyes darted toward his purple-clad counterpart. The hammer was dangerously close to the chipmunk chained to the table, and it came down hard and exaggerated on every pound, yet there was no one moving the hammer. "Jeanette, help…," Simon rasped from his spot, eyeing the hammer. Jeanette was frozen in place for a few seconds. An earsplitting scream from Simon jolted her back into reality. In a few more bangs, Simon would be out like a light – for good. Jeanette scurried up the leg of the table, and, cautiously but hurriedly avoiding the hammer, made her way over to Simon to unlatch the chains. The chains were only able to be unlocked from Simon's wrists and ankles. Jeanette's eyes narrowed in perseverance as she rolled underneath the hammer, narrowly avoiding a whack to the head, and unlatched the chain on Simon's left wrist. She moved over and did the one on his left wrist. Simon sat up just as the hammer slammed down on the spot where his head would have been. The blue-clad and purple-clad bespectacled chipmunks undid the two latches on Simon's ankles and hopped down from the table and ran.

"Simon? How on Earth did you end up chained down to a table about to be killed by a hammer?" Jeanette shrieked as they were running. "I was knocked out somehow and when I woke up I was there," Simon responded, a look of fear dominating his blue eyes. "As stupid as it seems, I think there's someone here who wants us out and will do whatever they need to do it." Jeanette looked at him briefly before focusing on the vast corridor in front of them. The hallway was much quieter than before, and to Jeanette, that was suspicious. Simon slowed his pace. Jeanette also slowed down to keep pace with her counterpart as they roamed the hallways. "There has to be a logical explanation for all of this, but it doesn't seem to be explainable right now," Simon broke the ice. Jeanette nodded solemnly and continued walking next to him. Suddenly there was a scream from up ahead. Simon jumped in front of Jeanette. The chipette gripped onto the bespectacled blue-wearer in front of her. "WHO ARE YOU?" Simon shouted down the foyer. There was no response. Simon ran forward a few feet. He could just make out four little figures – Theodore, Eleanor, Brittany, and Alvin. He waved Jeanette down toward him, and they scrambled over to see Eleanor gasping and Theodore covering his eyes. Jeanette's breath hitched and Simon's jaw dropped.

"ALVIN! BRITTANY! SPEAK TO ME!" he shouted, kneeling down beside them. Alvin groaned and Brittany moved slightly. They were bruised and scarred, but somehow there was no blood, though their chests were not visibly moving. "Lady ghost…she tried…to kill us…popped out of a painting," Alvin murmured. Dark spots were coming across his line of vision. "We need to get them and get out of here," Jeanette said through gritted teeth. Simon bowed his head obediently and moved to pick up and carry Alvin when the red-clad got up weakly and grasped his counterpart's paw. Out of the two, Brittany didn't seem that badly hurt, but was still greatly hurt nonetheless. "I was trying to protect her," Alvin mumbled, moving hair out of hair eyes. Brittany blinked slowly, looking up at Alvin. "Thank you," she breathed slowly. Alvin didn't say anything in response but helped her try to stand on her own two feet. "We're getting out of here," Theodore said. The group slowly made their way toward the entrance to the theater when the door suddenly locked with six different locks. A ghostly laugh echoed in the room, causing Brittany to scream and Alvin to cover his ears. "IT'S HER!" Alvin cried out. He and Brittany latched onto each other, as did Theodore and Eleanor and Simon and Jeanette. Sharp winds blew through the room while the cackling only got louder and louder. "YOU CHIPMUNKS ARE TRAPPED!" a ghastly lady's voice screamed through each cackle. Brittany began to weep once more. This was proving traumatic for her.

"I'm back you pestering little Chipettes…" Brittany's eyes widened and suddenly the tears stopped. She still kept her face buried in Alvin's hoodie, however, and began to shake. Alvin was at a loss of words. Here was his enemy, and he had tried to protect her, he had comforted her, and now here she was, clinging to him each time she was scared. What was going on? Alvin pondered this as his auburn-furred counterpart gripped him. The wind dissipated and the voice and cackling were no longer heard. Brittany still clung onto Alvin, however. Alvin looked at her, their eyes meeting for a brief time before finally breaking apart. This was supposed to be headstrong Brittany Wilson, his best frenemy at the same time. So why on Earth was he so relaxed with her gripping onto him like this? "It's okay Brittany, she's gone," he whispered softly in her ear. Brittany sniffled in response and finally released her hold on him. "I wanna go home, but now we can't! We're trapped here!" she said. Alvin rubbed the back of his neck in shame. "Brittany, this is my fault, I am so sorry you have to go through this," he said to her. "It's not just your fault. I was part of this too, making that stupid bet with you. What was I thinking?" Brittany answered him. Alvin sighed. "Then we both got everyone into this mess. I feel horrible," Alvin muttered. Brittany looked at him and sat down next to him. "It's alright, I'm part of this mess too…but we'll get out," she said. Alvin grinned at her a bit. "Thanks, Britt." "No problem, Alvin." "We need to get moving," Simon interrupted.

Everyone went together this time instead of separating. Brittany still hung closely by Alvin. Theodore and Eleanor were walking hand-in-hand and looking around for anything else that might be creepy. Simon had an arm around Jeanette, who was shivering profusely. Simon himself was walking uneasily due to his ordeal with the hammer. Theodore was paying close attention to Eleanor. Alvin was watching over Brittany protectively. This was a bad idea, and now I regret it fully, the red-clad thought as he saw the worry clearly evident in Brittany's electric blue eyes. He stiffened up and continued to walk along, ears up for any noise whatsoever. This is going to be a long night ahead.

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