Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

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It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“Oh your building one too? Thats cool. Do you need any help with that? Maybe we could help each other fix up our bikes now that we are both still here.” It may have seemed that he was eager to get to know Chip more and plus he had a good amount of time to return to the tower before sunrise.

“Heh, not just building one. My bike is my pride and joy so I gotta make sure I keep it in top shape.” Chip crossed his arms and beamed with a prideful grin. “I don’t really need help myself, but I’m glad to offer it to you. Knowing the inner workings of a motorcycle is my trade.”

He grinned at the others willingness to help him which was a relief on his own part. “That would be perfect. Still though. Do you need any help getting supplies since we are in this junkyard? I have time myself and I got what I needed.”