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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

chip-of-ror:

The gargoyle nodded. “Just trying to replicate what I saw my brother do a few months or so back.” He sat the bag of supplies down and opened it to show off the parts he had collected. “You think you could help me with this, chip?”

Chip got down on one knee and gave the bike’s framework a closer look. “Hmmm, it’s gonna take some doing… but I can get this thing up and running.” He turned back to Brooklyn and gave him a thumbs up.

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.”