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.

“Don’t stop yet. We’ll rest when we know we’ve lost them for good. C’mon.” Chip led the gargoyle through the winding city blocks until they came upon an empty dockyard by the bay. Slowing down, he made his way to a large rolling door leading into an abandoned warehouse. “Hurry, get you and your bike inside.” Chip instructed Brooklyn and lifted open the door for him.

The sound ofbthe sirens faded, but he knee they woulndt give up just yet on finding them. When the other told him to put the bike inside the warehouse, he immediately followed that command and went inside. “Good location you got here, Chip. Not many would bother to look over here unless they were desperate to find someone.”

Once Brooklyn was inside Chip wheeled his own bike in and shut the door behind them. “Yeah, I haven’t been found yet so it does the job.” He replied with a smile and led the gargoyle towards the office area at the side of the building. Turning on the light switch, the lights in the office flickered on to reveal that the space had been turned into a living room of sorts.

“If you wanna take a seat you can over there.” said Chip, pointing to a rather old, beaten-up couch in the corner.

“Thanks, Chip.” He didn’t mind the couch being beaten up since this was Chip’s place and the current condition of the other made sense that he would live in s place like this. As he sat down, he opened up his jacket just to let his wings finally open up to breath while not hitting anything. Right now he would only be wearing the belt buckle loincloth and the jacket. His helmet and glasses were on the bike. “That’s better.”