"60 Seconds...!" (Pixiv Fanbox)

“ALVIN!”

Alvin snickered to himself, unfolding the Star-Lord costume he had with him along the bed. It would seem that Simon managed to find the early Halloween treat he left him.

It was currently just him and Theodore in the room together and they were about to head off for a night of trick or treating. Theodore had on a wrestling singlet and a fake championship belt, wanting to be the Wrestling Champion “Masher Potato”. That wasn’t an actual wrestler. He just made him up. Alvin tried to question it at first but gave up when Theodore kept insisting that it was a real thing.

Didn’t matter. At the moment, Theodore was glancing at him as he giggled into the palms of his hands which meant the attention was on him. His name had been called by Simon and soon after the door was slammed open, there stood the enraged bespectacled boy standing in the doorway with one of his fists clenched so tightly they were shaking.

Simon had on a Jack Skellington costume with a mask on the side of his head that was to represent the skeleton man himself. He had decided to forgo face paint tonight to keep his skin feeling less weird in the cold of night. He also opted to brush his teeth before the trick or treating, something that Alvin had massive disrespect for and as such saw fit to replace Simon’s toothpaste with–!

“WASABI?! REALLY?!” Simon shouted, eyes watery and tongue out a little bit. Alvin knew a shout for his name was coming but the uncounted for delay was due to Simon rinsing his mouth out with milk.

“It was quite the fun prank though, right?” Alvin turned to him with finger guns pointed at his brother. “I had to search everywhere for a place that had wasabi in a tube and then I had to paint it white and place it down so that the logo couldn’t be seen. Thank goodness you always get that weird blue-green toothpaste too. I really couldn’t have done it without you. Truly.”

Simon stomped his foot several times and marched past both Theodore and Alvin. He then reached behind his bed and whipped out a book he bought at the thrift store.

“Malachite! Malekay! Suffer the wrath of a prankster’s vengeance today! BOOF!” Simon shouted, flipping open the book to a random page and wiggling his fingers about.

Alvin and Theodore shared a glance.

Then Simon tossed the book at Alvin’s head, nailing him dead center at his forehead and making his grunt and fall over.

“That was a spell. It granted you immediate pain,” Simon said, dusting his hands off.

Theodore gulped as he helped Alvin up by his armpits, watching the oldest in red giggle stupidly as his eyes rolled and little jack-o-lanterns spun around his head.

“Please don’t curse me next Simon,” Theodore said.

Simon, who had already turned away from them, and was busy plotting out the route to gather candy, looked back at Theodore and blinked. “Huh? Oh yeah. Sure. Don’t worry. I won’t.”

A few seconds later, Alvin regained his senses and looked over at Simon, fuming a bit.

“What’s your problem?!” Alvin snapped, rubbing his forehead.

“It’s speaking to me right now,” Simon answered, glancing back as he scribbled in his notebook.

“Hmph. Just for that, I’m not sharing my Whoopers with you when we’re done Trick-Or-Treating!” Alvin said, grabbing his costume and leaving to put it on in the bathroom.

“Good! I don’t WANT them! Nobody does! That’s why you keep giving them to me!” Simon shouted back, shaking his fist back and forth right as the door closed.

—

Alvin finished putting his costume on and grinned in the bathroom mirror, loving how much like Star-Lord he looked. However, behind him, he saw the visage of Simon and sighed.

“Geez Simon. Entering when I’m changing? Really?” Alvin turned. “Haven’t you heard of brotherly priv–?” Alvin turned and saw no one there.

He then slowly spanned his eyes back around to the mirror and screeched.

A ghostly, dark version of Simon with glowing purple eyes and a flowing black aura was being reflected in the mirror. This time it was more intense and it shrouded his entire vision in a way that started to physically hurt. His eyes were watery.

“Alvin. You’ve been successfully cursed.” The creature with the form of Simon spoke with a warbly reverb.

“C-C-Cursed? Y-You mean that nonsense Simon muttered earlier was real?!” Alvin gasped. “No! NO! This has to be some kind of weird illusion he conjured with science. Or gas. Gastric science!”

“When Trick-Or-Treating starts, you will be overcome with the compulsion to humiliate yourself every five minutes until midnight.” The creature spoke. “If you fail to successfully do so when the compulsion hits… you will die.”

“...I’ll… what?” Alvin gasped.

“You’ll… DIEEEEEEEEEEEE~!”

“NOOOO!” Alvin screamed, turning on the facet and splashing water into his face. He did this a few times before looking at the mirror again and seeing nothing.

Briefly wondering if he had been hallucinating, he then started to chuckle a little. “M-Must have been the brussel sprouts… y-yeah…”

Wait. He snuck those onto Theodore’s plate.

Urgh.

—

When the three of them were out trick-or-treating that night, Alvin felt a little uneasy and rubbed his belly with concern. Trick-or-treating had begun and there was a blood moon out tonight which meant the dark sky was illuminated with a bit of a red sheen. It would have been awesome any other Halloween night but this one felt…

“First house! First house!” Theodore bounced excitedly, pointing at the door they reached. It was a fairly big house and the couple there seemed to be dropping what looked like half a bowl into people’s bags. That was super neat.

“Alright, alright.” Simon said back, following after him when he began scurrying forward. “We’re coming.”

Simon turned to look back at Alvin momentarily. “Odd. You’re usually the first to brush past me towards the door.”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah well, I’m just… feeling curious tonight. Already got my prank in after all,” Alvin said with a swing of the fist.

In his head, a ghostly voice suddenly blurted out, “60 seconds.”

Alvin felt a cold shiver run down his spine and his eyes widened.

The three of them stopped by the door.

“Trick-or-Treat!” Simon and Theodore said in unison as they held out their bags.

Alvin said nothing.

“It’s not real. It’s just a trick. Or maybe it’s a bad acid trip somehow? I dunno. Did I seriously not eat anything funky before we left tonight?” Alvin muttered all this, earning him weird looks from his brothers and the nice people at the door.

“30 seconds.”

“I mean, humiliate myself? Me? Why? I don’t even know what shame is. It has to be against the laws of nature to–” Alvin continued.

“15 seconds.”

Alvin felt his heart thump. “M-Maybe… maybe it’s… it’s…”

“5 seconds…!”

Alvin’s heart started to pulse with actual pain!

In that split instant, Alvin yanked off the belt around his waist and allowed his pants to drop to the ground!

In an instant his red Power Ranger briefs were on open display to the neighborhood!

The breeze wafted by his legs and the laughter of the kids standing behind him in line was heard immediately when he turned to make sure they all got a good look.

The pain in his heart subsided but the blush on his face was very powerful.

He felt his bag of candy start to get a bit heavy when the couple put some in without a word and allowed Simon to grab his arm and awkwardly shuffle Alvin away from the door so the laughing children could get their share.

Alvin stumbled with his pants around his ankles for a bit before Simon turned to him and tapped his foot.

“What was that?” Simon asked.

Alvin, still blushing, looked to the side and made a grimacing face. “What was what?”

“You just pantsed yourself,” Simon clarified.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just… had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction!” Alvin grinned.

“Yeah! Because you pantsed yourself!” Simon exclaimed.

“Come on Simon!” Theodore interjected. “I-If Alvin wants to feel the breeze between his legs, who are we to stop him? He’s got on some cute undies too. Maybe he just wants to be proud of the fact that he’s the only one of us who still wears those kinds of underwear.” Theodore kept trying to defend him but it just sounded like weak platitudes.

Alvin’s blush increased more and more. “Th-Thanks Theodore…”

Alvin grumbled and tugged up his pants but looked around and noticed his belt was gone. Under the cover of this darkness, and in his panic, he must have tossed it away or dropped it.

Alvin’s face dropped into a grumpy slump as he began to wobble forward, having to keep hold of his pants to make sure they didn’t drop.

“What’s that about wanting the breeze between his legs?” Simon asked Theodore.

Theodore pondered this. “Maybe it was colder than he expected?”

When they made it to the next house, the boys tried to trick-or-treat normally once more but the instant Alvin went for the bowl, he heard a voice practically shout, “60 seconds!” into his ear.

He flinched and almost dropped his bag. Then, he really did drop his bag before hastily reaching behind himself and grabbing the hem of his briefs.

With a powerful yank he administered an excruciatingly painful self-wedgie in front of the teenagers that were giving him candy at the door.

“WEDGIEEEEEE~!” Alvin screamed, eyes crossing with a button in his brain being pressed as he was wedgied that compelled him to actually shout the word “WEDGIE!” when it happened.

Alvin stumbled over his pants, them having fallen when he let them go, and fell backwards down the steps of the stairway they were on.

The chipmunk grunted as his head and butt bounced down each step before he rolled backwards and slammed his face and crotch against a street lamp pole.

“Uhm… th-thank you…!” Simon said to the giggling teens at the doorway and raced to where Alvin was.

He and Theodore scooped Alvin up by his armpits and watched him swoon and stumble around, eyes rolling and tongue out. “Th-Thankies from McSpankies my dearest bro-bros! I wuv youuuu~!” Alvin sang.

“Alvin. If you’ve taken to tricking yourself when you get treats, please inform us,” Simon said. “It’s nice being in the loop.”

“Yeah. Also, does it have to hurt as much as it looks like it does?” Theodore asked.

“It don’t hurtie-wurtie dear Theo-bro!” Alvin said, leaning forward and patting Theodore on the cheek, eyes still spinning. “I just hear dah graceful sounds of perty birdies. Day go tweet twee~! Chirp cheep~!”

Alvin giggled and then face planted the street.

—

At another house, Alvin was walking up to the door without his pants, having lost them in the shuffle back at the other house.

He was sweaty and panicked while tugging his top down to cover his underwear but looking conflicted by the very action. Simon and Theodore kept stealing glances at him, wondering what he was doing.

Then Alvin flinched and turned pale. The two of them didn’t know why but he was looking around frantically and sweat was pouring off his skin.

“Alvin, what are you-?” Theodore tried to ask before Alvin interrupted.

“30 SECONDS! I HAVE NO CHOICE!” Alvin turned and ran towards a kid who was raising a plastic sword into the sky, dressed as He-Man and pretending to say ‘By the Power of GraySkull’ like He-Man would.

Unfortunately, he did not have the power. Instead, he got a crazed chipmunk leaping into the sky directly above him and slamming his butt straight down onto the pointed tip of the plastic sword!

“HOOOOOOFFF!” Alvin’s eyes grew wide as saucers when the sword entered his butt.

Simon and Theodore winced and turned away, feeling that in their own bottoms as they rubbed their booties down.

Alvin gasped, breathless, as he leapt up and down like a frog in the street, a plastic sword sticking out of his butt.

The kid who had it originally waltzed up to him with a raised brow and then violently yanked it out.

Alvin seized up and fell onto his stomach, arms and legs spread while twitching like he just got tased.

The boy then walked off, looking for a nearby pond to wash his fake blade off in while the two confused brothers of the humiliated boy raced up to him on both sides.

“Uhm… do I even have to ask?” Simon inquired.

“I think Alvin’s awakened a masochistic side to him today, Simon. We need to be supportive.” Theodore stated.

Alvin shot back to his feet. “L-Let’s keep going! I have to–! We have to–!”

“Whoa there. Why are you acting so weird right now?” Simon asked.

“No time! Midnight approaches! I need to be in a place with people in it and things to embarrass myself with! Let’s move!” Alvin shouted, grabbing Simon by the collar and shaking him back and forth. Simon’s eyes rolled a bit as he went limp in Alvin’s grasp, even more confused than before.

They did as he suggested though, wandering through the streets and watching as Alvin did a bunch more stuff to embarrass himself.

When he got to the next house he suddenly shouted, “HEY! LOOK AT ME!” and then proceeded to shove mud down the back of his underwear before shuffling along the ground like a dog trying to rub against someone’s carpet.

The next house, Alvin grabbed a wooden board that was sitting next to a fence and began smacking himself on the head and then the butt with it multiple times. When he was busy calling himself the tooth fairy on a mission from God to help Spider-Man kill the Gingerbread Man from Mars, that’s when Simon and Theodore dragged him off to the next house.

There Alvin purposefully set up a board on the center of a rock to make a makeshift seesaw. He then tossed another rock on the other end of the board to make the end that was in between his legs shoot up and nail him in the balls!

Alvin made a horrified face and his breathless scream made all the watching kids laugh and point.

He made his way to the next house with his legs spread and hands nursing his crotch while shimmying about in a daze. His squirming looked like he needed to use the bathroom though.

“Almost… almost done… j-just… gotta do another thing…!” Alvin whined, looking at the clock. It was almost midnight and the houses were starting to close up shop for trick or treating. People were going back inside and Halloween was reaching its apex.

However, the voice in Alvin’s head said “60 Seconds” yet again.

Alvin panicked. He had nowhere else to go. All the kids around them were heading back home. What could he do to get their attention one last time.

“Alvin, you must be sick,” Theodore said suddenly. “We really oughta get you ho–”

Alvin caught sight of a teenager pushing a baby carriage with some disposable diapers at the back of it. He raced past Theo before he could finish speaking and grabbed one out of the open package.

“Hey–!” The teen took notice immediately and turned to confront Alvin. However, the chipmunk was already back towards Theodore by this point.

“45 Seconds.”

“Look everyone! I’m gonna wet myself right now! Oh but my brother Theodore won’t let me! He’s gonna change me into a diaper!” Alvin giggled like a crazed lunatic before shoving the diaper into Theodore’s chest. “PLEASE!”

“30 Seconds.”

Simon waltzed up. “What on Earth–?”

“Just do it! Look! I’ll help!” Alvin sounded so cracked. He began stripping naked in the middle of the street and tossed what remained of his clothes into the air so that they rained around him.

He began laughing like a mad man. “DIAPER ME! DO IT!”

Theodore looked flabbergasted. “Alvin… I don’t–?!”

“15 seconds.”

“DO IT NOW!” Alvin shouted.

Simon tripped Alvin with a leg sweep from behind, catching him off guard, and watched him crash onto his back!

Alvin banged his head against the street making him go cross-eyed with his tongue out. In the brief instant his butt was in the air, Simon grabbed the diaper and unfolded it before laying it below Alvin’s crashing butt so that it plopped right there like a head resting on a fluffy pillow.

He then tapped it up and kicked at Alvin’s diapered crotch for good measure.

The humiliated chipmunk let out a sigh as he began wetting his diaper, having held it back for a bit since getting kicked in the nuts earlier.

Time was up.

It was midnight now.

As pictures flashed around them and laughter rang out into the open air, Alvin laid on the ground and jittered before shooting up into a sitting position.

“I DID IT! I MADE IT TO MIDNIGHT! I’M ALIVE TOO! MY HEART DIDN’T FAIL! I WIN!” Alvin screamed, voice warbly. He began laughing erratically and sputtering his lips.

Simon and Theodore shared a look and then reached down to grab Alvin by his arms, having no choice but to drag him back home.

—

It was tough seeing Alvin get put in that straight jacket and sent to that padded cell the next day. No one really could explain what had happened. He just lost his mind and started ranting about how the curse was gonna kill him if he didn’t humiliate himself or something.

Simon heard they had to keep him in diapers because he ended up losing control of himself. He was going to get to work on something that would hopefully fix his brain up before long.

That said, he found what Alvin was saying curious and ended up looking over the book he grabbed when he read that incantation on Halloween.

Flipping through its pages, Simon came across something peculiar.

“It says that the curses aren’t real… unless you allow them to be?” Simon repeated, pondering this with a finger tapping against his chin.

He just grabbed a fake spell book and read some nonsense out of it but in the moment, he did happen to find himself wishing it would work.

Maybe…?

No. No way it actually worked because he wanted it hard enough.

Nah.

Simon looked to the side as he closed the book. Then he smiled a bit.

“But… on the off chance that’s how it happened I suppose I could hold off on fixing Alvin for just a little while longer…” He grinned evilly. “Maybe next Halloween.”

—

Believe in the desire to make your jerky brother pay for his prank and the universe may throw you a bone in the form of a previously phony bologna curse. Simon learned this the fun way and Alvin the hard way. Which way will you? Until next time.