Dark times lead to light
The full story of Chip's Past in C.N.A (Upcoming Story)
We, the writers of stories like these, have to come up with pasts for characters. Some characters already existing, some not. And those who do not have a past, shall have one be made. Chip, from Chip n' Dale Rescue Rangers is one of those characters who need a bit of a backstory. This is my version of his past before the rivalry with Donald Duck and before the Rescue Rangers. This story will give a reason to some on why Chip goes as far as to hide his last name from his new friends, and why his parents have never been mentioned, and how he and Dale became friends. But like any good person, Chip has a good early life but a dark and painful event will change everything.
(June 12th, 1972 ) Chip was 6 years old, he had developed a lot of his personality. He wasn't exactly like his older self. While he was brave, adventurous, loyal and a quick thinker. He wasn't as serious, or as responsibly obligated as we came to know him. He didn't have the bomber jacket and fedora we came to know him by but instead had a patterned button up long sleeve shirt But at this very moment, Chip was in his room, writing in his journal about the week so far, a habit he will continue on to his later life. He had a small desk lamp to help him see in the dark encarved oval in the tree which was his room. Nothing but the consistent pater of the rain and the few thunder claps could be heard outside. To his right was his bed a single bed with a orange designless blanket, a coat rack for winter clothing and a white wooden dresser that had all of his daily clothes, above that was a window that had a lovely view of the hill they were on along the grass and flower laden field which was now shined on by the moon light and the flashes of the lightning. To his left was the rectangle brown orange tinted door and a 3 step tall bookshelf that had all of the books made by sherlock holmes and other books his parents recommended to him. -6/12/72, ~7:30 Pm: Nothing more than doing the dishes and going out to grab some groceries. Atleast, so far. Mom and Dad are out in the rain for some crazy reason saying they had an urgent call from a old friend. This could be something important, but I doubt it. There hasn't been a single case my parents could teach me about in a week or so and everything's been boring.- Chip wrote an entry in his journal.
Chip methodically closed his journal along with setting the pencil he just used next to it. He slouched in the chair and propped his head up with his right arm which was on the arm of his leather padded wooden chair. Chip stared blankly at the journal. Somehow expecting it to give him more ideas as if it was some genie. He usually wouldn't be this bored since he was an only child and his parents would tell him about the criminals they stopped every so often and how to apply that to his life. They also home schooled him, and while they where away he'd do the chores around the house. Which weren't many since he was the only one living in there most of the day. All of this boredom drove Chip crazy and felt like he had to do something. But then his ear twitched to the sound of the main door being unlocked and then opening. He smiled with glee and jumped from his chair to the door in merely a second, he swung his room door open and ran down the spiral stairs and found himself in the living room.
In the doorway stood both of his parents. His dad had the very bomber jacket Chip would wear later, however he had a black undershirt to go with it. And instead of a fedora he wore a baseball cap that had his police department symbol and number on it. Chip's Dad was similar looking to Chip but had light brown fur but was taller and a little and rounder, He tufted hair at the top of his head but was combed and he was also working man and a man of action rather than words. His job pertained to working as a sergeant in the local animal police department. Chip's Mother was a tough lady, and as so wore black jeans a navy blue shirt and had a trench coat along with wearing sunglasses practically everywhere outside of home, however that didn't stop her from wearing makeup and her orange fur and light blue eyes accommodated that. She also worked as a detective in her husbands department which took her a lot of talking to do.
But as they came through the doorway, Chip noticed how his mother was holding hands with somebody who Chip couldn't see. She had to encourage the person to stop hiding around the corner. Meanwhile his father put his cap on a coat hook near the door and spoke up. "Hey buddy, at the other place we ran into some uhh, complications. So you know how my best friend has a family right? *Chip nodded* Well something happened and well, there's somebody we'd like you to meet." Chip's Father then guestered for Chip's Mother to hurry up. Upon refusing once more she leander over and spoke to the person behind the door. Chip slowly walked ever closer to see who it was. But then the figure came out of hiding and stood in the doorway next to Chip's mother. To Chip he looked weird, he had a big burgundy nose, droopy eyelids, a clump of ruffed hair on his head, and had two teeth sticking out of his mouth. This other kid that was Chip's age had a red hawaiian shirt that seemed way to big for him. Then Chip's Mother spoke up. "Can you say hi to your new roommate?" Chip froze upon hearing the words 'roommate' then the other chipmunk nervously spoke. "H-hi, I-I'm Dale, w-what's your name?" The Chipmunk said with a very distinct accent. As much as Chip wanted to not like his new roommate, he felt kinda bad for him. Since whatever his Dad was suggesting happened, it was probably pretty bad. So Chip put on a smile and kindly walked up to Dale and held out a hand for a handshake. Dale at first flinched but found out it was just a handshake. He accepted the greeting and gave back a smile. "Nice to meet you Dale, I'm Chip, maybe we'll get along well and maybe become friends. But I would be lying to you if I said I'm excited to share my room, kinda used to just me being there." Chip said with honesty. The two looked into each other's souls with a smile and both had the feeling this friendship would be permanent. But their stare was broken by Chip's father clearing his throat. "Heather, you should probably show Dale his room while me and Chip talk for a sec." Chip's Dad suggested. Heather, Chip's mother nodded and guided Dale to Chip's room. Chip's Dad then sighed and knelt down in front of Chip and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know, you're not comfortable with the change, but he just had his parents killed by a couple of crooks. And since the Oakmonts are my friends, I have to help them. But, you've got to give the kid some slack, he just went through a lot. Can you do that Chipper?" Chip's father encouraged. Chip nodded trying to smile, he knew there's nothing he could do about it. Nor did he want to since he did feel bad for the chipmunk. Chip's Father gave him a quick nod and went go help Heather with the new child. Chip stood in the living room, both feeling guilty for his new roommate and poised by the aspect of having a roommate.
After a couple of minutes of prancing around the living room, Chip decided he would go check up on what his parents were doing to his room and how the new roomate was. While heading up the stairs, his parents left his room and closed the door. Once Chip reached the top of the steps, Heather turned to him and said: "We made some quick changes to your room, their not permanent. But where else is he going to sleep, right?" She asked with a shrug. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Chip half effortly said. Chip's father gestured for Heather to go down the stairs. Heather gave him an annoyed stare and quickly turned back to Chip. "Herald wants to go watch a movie with me. So I expect you be nice to your new brother-" "Brother?! How is he my brother, he's nothing like me" Chip interjected. Heather sighed and took a short deep breath. "Yes, he's your brother, and to say he's not when you don't even know what his personality is like is not ok in this household. You still have to be nice, and if you aren't then there will be consequences. Got it?" She stated as a final. "But-" "No buts. That is something I expect of you Chip. Now you do as we say or well give you a paddlin." Heather said putting her hands on her hips. Chip sighed in defeat. "Yes, mother." Heather smiled and used one arm to tousle Chip's head. Chip didn't mind the unexpected affection and was a bit needing of it actually. Then she stopped and went downstairs. Chip's father gave him a 'good luck' nod before following Heather, leaving Chip to deal with whatever his parents left behind in his room.
Chip opened the door to his room. He saw that there was now a bunk bed, almost nothing else was changed, but Dale was now reading a book in the top bunk. Chip finished entering the room and closed the door behind him. "What book is that?" Chip asked cautiously, and feeling as if his new roommate was taking his personal things. "Says 'Mysteries of the deep' Ya don't mind if I read it do ya?" The chipmunk asked kindly. "Oh, that old book. Yeah you can read it." Chip said, Dale smiled and turned his attention back to the book. Chip walked to his desk and took a seat where he was merely 20 or so minutes ago. He grabbed his journal out and a pen and began to write again. "Say, that's pretty cool. Do ya write everyday in that?" Dale asked with curiosity since he'd never met somebody who did that. Chip propped his chin on his hand. "Yeah, but it isn't everyday. Just whenever I feel like it or every 3 days." Chip said sounding rather annoyed from all of his new roommates questions. "It's not like a diary is it?" Dale questioned once again. Chip set down his pen and gave Dale a look as if he was crazy. "What, no. It's just something to look back on in later life. That's like saying a photo album is picture horing." Chip said in a shocked manner. Dale only rolled his eyes and went back to staring at the celing. Chip's mind then randomly drifted and he asked: "Hey, you don't snore, do you? Since we're going to be bunkmates for a while." Dale looked at Chip, perplexed. "How did ya get a question like that? *Chip shrugged* Well. I don't think I snore. Say, we should get to know eachother if we're gonna be buddies for a while." Dale suggested. Chip closed his journal and turned sideways in his chair. "Well, I have nothing else to do. So that doesn't sound like a bad idea. So, what are you interested in?" Dale closed the book he was reading, sat up, and swung his body around so his legs were hanging over the side of the bed and he was facing Chip. Then the two chipmunks continued their conversation until 10:00 Pm. Chip quickly found out that he and this new roommate are alike in many ways but different in some, and that having somebody to talk to wasn't so bad. But one thing he regret finding out was how Dale snored. But he managed to block it out and go to sleep eventually. But nothing would prepare him for the next day.