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.

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.”

The wolf lifted his head and glanced around at the piles of junk surrounding them, trying to think if he had everything he needed. “No, I don’t think there’s anything else I need. I was just about ready to leave when I heard you rustling about before.”

“Awesome.” He hoisted his own bag to rest behind his back. “Mind if I hitch a ride with you? I’d glide to show you the way, but I’d figure it might be safer if if tell you in earshot.”