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 saw the other get to the other side of the wall. He hoisted his bag over his his own shoulders and climbed the wall with ease, digging his claws into the concrete. It didn’t take him long to reach the top and hold out his hand to hoist the other up more if he wanted it. “Don’t mention it.” He grinned.

The wolf however managed to hoist himself up to the top, swung over the wall and made for a stealthy landing on the ground. “Heh, I’m pretty good when it comes to getting my way around.” He grinned, looking up at the gargoyle still perched on the wall.

The gargoyle opened his wings from his jacket and glided gentky down on the ground with his bag of supplies. Once on the ground he immediately wrapped then around the inside of his jacket so they won’t be the most distracting thing a human would see. “So where’s your ride?” He turned his head.