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 made a quick look back to see the other hot on his tail. Oh this guy was not playing around, yeah? Well he was going to make sure that the wolf mutant couldn’t pass him. When he took the turn on the road, the gargoyle stayed in front of Chip just enough to block him from passing him on the road, but the question was, how long can he keep this tactic up?

So this was how he wanted to do this, huh? Chip simply smirked to himself, thinking it’d be fun to humour him. He continued trailing along closely behind the gargoyle, tyres screeching over the asphalt while turning around the corner.

The gargoyle made too wide of a turn that would have allowed Chip to get in front of him with ease or at least get them side too side. When he saw the others, all he could go was grin at all of this. “Having fun?!” He had to yell that out since they were driving.