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 nodded to the story, taking all that information in. “They were clearly wrong. Heheh. I would have fought them off if they messed with me. Maybe not have stolen their stuff, but I’d give them a good beat down.” He smirked a bit at saying that.

“Mind if I take a ride on it sometime?” He looked up at the sky. Yup. He still had enough time to be out here.

“Be my guest. Want me to take the lead or should I let you have a go at handling this thing?” Chip offered, patting the soft leather seat invitingly.

The eagerness on his face clearly showed the gargoyle wanted to ride the bike, but what if he accidentally scratched it? Then again, he did do well with riding it the first time if it wasn’t for that bike gang and the other thing…“I’ll take the lead, chip. Thank you.” He sat down gently on the bike, wrapping his tail around himself.