BY SUSTER#2
The crowd roars as the velvet curtains of the stage part to reveal the chipmunks: Theodore, Simon, and the dreamiest of them all, Alvin. Your eyes drink in his appearance. His red sweater with his signature "A" on it, his glimmering chocolate brown eyes... it's all you could possibly dream of in a mate.
"Who's ready for ALVIN!" Alvin yells into his microphone, mischief glimmering in his eyes. The crowd erupts in cheering and whistling. You try to yell over the others.
"ALVIN I LOVE YOU!" You scream, your chipmunk tail waving in the air. Just then, Alvin winks in your direction, making your heart pound and brings a small droplet to your eyes. You're in the pit seats—you could practically smell Alvin's grippers... the smell radiating off them was like unto a Lays employee who had to work three consecutive 24/7 shifts at the Frito factory. Coincidentally, Fritos are your all time favorite snack. You always sucked on them to pretend you were sucking on Alvin's long yellow toenails... scrumptious.
Leaping into the air, you call Alvin's name as loud as you can before drawing your Glock from your little emo girl belt. It glistens in the rainbow stage light as you aim it directly at Alvin.
"If I can't have him, no one will," you mutter, loading a round into the magazine.
"SHES GOT A GUN!" Theodore yells, his cheeks clapping as he tries to alert Alvin. Since Theodore is a pathological liar, Alvin doesn't believe him. He simply dismisses it by smacking Theo, much to the crowds pleasure.
You laugh, firing directly at Alvin's chest but intentionally missing his heart. You knew what your plan was—you would shoot Alvin onstage then jump to resuscitate him. If you do that, there's no way he won't fall in love!
Screaming ensues as Alvin crumples to the ground. You leap onstage.
"Everything is going to plan," you mumble to yourself, beginning to provide CPR. "They'll never know..."
Your heart leaps in your chest when you lean to give him mouth to mouth breaths. Your lips touch his, and you gently bite as you blow air into his mouth. You rise hesitantly so no suspicion is drawn to you.
"Someone call 911!" You yell, acting like a hero. At least one hundred fans scramble to get their phones to help their idol.
You keep pumping your hands into Alvin's chest, locking your lips to his as you give him breaths. Alvin's eyes flutter open, his expression one of shock.
"W-What?!" Alvin whispers, inching away.
"I just saved you, my love. That must've been a grievous injury if you forgot me, your wife..."
You grin sadistically, knowing well that you're lying through your teeth to the hottest chipmunk alive. For some incredulous reason, Alvin believes you.
"How could I forget... you are stunning..."
You go red, knowing your plan has worked.
"Let's go home Alvin... you must be tired. You deserve a reward..."
You bite your tongue flirtatiously, leaning over him for another kiss. In a yandere fashion you spread his blood onto your lips before kissing him again.
Alvin stammers, not knowing what to say.
"H-Hey! That's gross!"
You smack him.
"Do not disrespect me!"
He goes quiet, not expecting to be revoked like that. You pick him up bridal style, making sure to caress his Gyatt as you stand. Bolting offstage, you blow a quick kiss to the crowd before shoving your new husband into the back of your white van.
"Oh, Alvin, you're going to be a fantastic addition to my taxidermy collection..."
Epilogue
The Witte Museum received a call concerning a chipmunk taxidermy—one that would change their displays forever. Intrigued, they purchased the piece and put it on front display for all to see. That is, until, Theodore and Simon came to the museum and saw their brothers head mounted on a wall.
