Alvin and the Chipmunks: Still Standing Tall (with Sonicmixer)

[SDCharm]

Theodore sighed as he flicked the switch. He heard the components of the light bulbs burst. The light didn't turn on. Theodore whined and rummaged through the dustiness of the kitchen. He sighed. He needed new clothes but he was hungry.

He opened the fridge and moaned in disappointment. Just a severed head on a plate.

He sighed and shut the door... and than his eyes widened before swinging it back open again. It was gone.

He twitched and shut it closed again. The fear he was feeling was getting to his head. He needed to hurry and settle himself.

Alvin came back around from going close to a long dark hallway. He was about to go down it but each step he took toward it made his heart beat faster and the further away he was from Simon's recognizable presence the more uncomfortable he felt. So he back-tracked away from it. Chances are he'd go if they decided they needed to get there together.

"I think there might either be a room with clothes down the hall or up those big stairs." Alvin said. It was so dark, he couldn't make out how high the stairs were or what was even up there. This house was huge though.

[sonicmixer]

Simon shivered. The place was giving off an insanely creepy vibe. He couldn't quite place it, but something was up with the place. He walked to the end of the hall and went inside the room to see if there were any clothes.

[SDCharm]

Alvin trailed behind him. "Erm... m-maybe we shouldn't go too far ahead without taking everyone with us." Alvin stopped speaking when he saw Simon continue on. He whined a bit and looked back. He figured it'd be best to keep Theodore company as opposed to Simon. Theodore seemed like the more vulnerable one. Simon was coming off as more independent and forceful.

[sonicmixer]

The room looked as though it belonged to a little girl. An incredibly girly one at that. There were dolls everywhere. Not to mention girly clothes.

[SDCharm]

Alvin looked around and spotted Theodore again. "Aha. There you-... you okay?"

"Oh no yeah! Just sure fine uh-huh. Whatever days men to though your grass ice piddle pee diaper messy squish tangent hmm-hmm." Theodore said back, nodding his head.

Alvin looked at him like he was crazy. "... D-Did you just have a stroke?"

Theodore trailed forward, twitching with fear, leaving a small trail of pee in his wake.

"Hmm... seems he's getting even more scared. Maybe we should just grab Simon and go." Alvin said following him down the hall.

[sonicmixer]

Simon looked around in disappointment. He was hoping to find something he would be ale to find something madly to wear.

The dolls around him had a very creepy air about them. It seemed as if they were looking into his soul.

(May I perhaps work some ghostly magic?)

[SDCharm]

(Sure. No problem.)

Alvin pulled Theodore along. Poor kid was babbling to himself now. He was smiling too. It was a derpy smile though, which meant his mind was scrambled from fear. He hoped he found Simon soon.

[sonicmixer]

Suddenly before Simon could leave, he found himself surrounded by the dolls, who took him down onto the ground. The dolls began to dress him up in a new outfit, replacing his old one. This first piece of the new outfit was a pretty pink frilled dress, it was horrible. i was covered in white polka dots. They then taped a new diaper on, extra thick. And to top off the humiliation, they even twirled what was considered his hair, into pigtails. He couldn't scream for help because a pacifier had been stuck into his mouth.

(I might have overdid it.)

[SDCharm]

(With the wig you did. Well, for me at least. I personally don't like wigs. And make-up too.)

Alvin entered into the room and looked ahead... he spotted Simon and almost choked. "WHOA! Y-You're a tranny?!"

"SIMON?!" Theodore snapped out of it. "Where'd all those clothes come from!?"

[sonicmixer]

(Well the makeup part I remember. I forgot about the wig. I'll fix it.)

Simon blushed as he took the paci out. "I don't know! There were these dolls! And they dressed me up!" He said, ranting like a nutjob.