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.

“I’d love yo see it.” He followed the other, being careful as well due to what had happened just a mere few minutes ago. Now for some small talk. “So how long have you been this way?”

“It’s been a while now.. 6 or 7 few months, I’d say.” The wolf man mused as he trudged his way over broken engine pieces and other rusted refuse before dropping back to the ground. “And what about you? Where does a guy like you even come from?”

He paused to think about an answer to that. “From an egg.I’m from a castle in Wyvern Hill, Scotland. Me and my clad were put in a deep slumber and we’re woken up about a few months ago by a rich guy a thousand years later…” He didn’t want to mention his age just yet even though just saying this might give the other an idea.