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.

Chip watched as the youngster dashed off, thankfully he didn’t seem like he was hurt. “Poor kid. I’ll never understand why some folks think it’s right to terrorise innocent people…” He gave a small sigh and turned back to face his friend. “Looks like our work here is done. Wanna hit the road again?“

“Sometimes there is a reason for everything, but something like this is uncalled for.” At hearing in getting back on the road, he smirked and went for his bike to then start up the engine. “Definitely, man.”