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 had to laugh at his own bad joke just to mess with the other as the wolf man was really getting close to him. Once he made another turn, this was definitely the last straight road that they had to finish before they were at the garage again. This was it, the last lane. Would the gargoyle make it? Probably, but for all he knew, chip might have this in the bag with the bike he has. Either way, he was definitely having fun not wreaking this bike like last time. It was clear on his face that he was really having a good time.

The tyres of Chip’s bike screeched as he reeled around the corner. Brooklyn was far ahead of him, too far to catch up to before the finish line. Unless… There was only one way he would be able to finish this race how he wanted, and now was the time to do it. Turning a switch on the front of his bike, the air was suddenly filled with a booming growl as his engine ran into overdrive. Flames spouting from his exhaust changed from red to bright blue, propelling the bike at turbo speed to rapidly close the gap between him and the gargoyle.

Brooklyn nearly shook when he heard the sound if Chip’s engine and it only made him wonder what else can that bike do. None the less, he moved slightly to the side because at that speed, he couldn’t block the other anymore at the risk of being run over. Despite this, he kept going forward to the imaginary finish line. “Just a little bit more….”

He started mentally counting. 5…4…3…2…1…