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.

“Yeah. Very heavy sleeper here, man.” He leaned against the wall as well. “So what do you want to do tonight? Usually me and my brother patrol out in the streets for any trouble.”

“How about we take that ride of yours out for a proper test run?” Suggested Chip as he tapped his claw against the closed garage door. “Maybe travel through the quiet parts of town, though not too fast this time. Can’t risk the cops getting on our tails again.”

“Sounds ideal.” He nodded and went to open up the garage to see his bike resting on its kickstand. He filled it up with gas just to be safe and rolled it out of the small building and into the street. He also checked himself to fill in his wings and apply his leather jacket, helmet and shades. “Ready?”