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 smiled to the wolf man and went over. “So how much do you think we can get done tonight. No rush, but I just need to be back at my place before sunrise.”

Chip looked down at the bag of parts the gargoyle had scavenged, then back to the unfinished bike. “Seeing what you got already, I think I’ll be able to get the engine up and running.” He got to his feet and and glanced around at the garage. “Mind pointing out where your tools are?”

He went over to a bench to show off the tools nessecary to assemble the bike. There were more on the floor around the bike. “Here you go.”