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.

The creature looked at the bike in pure awe to the point where he may have almost dropped his bag. “Holy…that is one amazing bike Chip…” He started inspecting the detail of it much more closely, making sure to not scratch the vehicle with his claws.

“Lex is going to love this…” He said to himself then looked back up to the wolf man. “You made this?”

“Well, not exactly…” The wolf cocked his head, glancing away for a moment. He ran his hand over one of the handles of his ride. “While I have fixed this old thing up quite a bit, the truth is… I stole it.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t one to judge others on stealing since that happened all the time back 1000 years ago and even today. Heck. They were living in a trillionaires house. “Are they gonna try to hunt you down?”