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.

“Well to be honest I’m really loving this century. The only downside is that the majority of humans didn’t change their view on us…” He looked somewhat saddened when he started to remember what happened with Lex. “…but you get use to it.”

“Yeah, I guess you do.” Chip shrugged as the two of them approached the wall that he had sneaked over to enter the junkyard. “Just up and over here.” The wolf grinned and gestured to the wall. “Mind giving a guy a boost?”

He stretched his arms and smirked. “Sure thing, Chip.” The gargoyle sat the bag down and folded his hands just so the other could get the lift. He didn’t mind climbing up a walk thanks to his claws.