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:

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.

“Damn it.” Chip frowned when he caught sight of the familiar flashing siren. “Can’t these guys stay off my ass for one night?“ He turned to the other and instructed him to take a nearby left and speed as quickly as he could. This time they were gonna escape on just their wheels. No fancy flying needed.

The gargoyle followed the others lead and sped off with him, nearly losing the cop car behind them. It was still following them, but they were pretty far behind to see their next move. “Where to next, Chip? We can’t shake them forever.”