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.

Now this was something different. Unlike the other three gargoyles he had met, this newcomer was more animalistic in nature. “Now who’s this?” The wolf asked Brooklyn out of curiosity, watching as Bronx showing affection to the larger gargoyle.

The more animalistic gargoyle like dog saw the other and gave a small growl at the stranger until Broadway had to reassure him. “Bronx, this is Chip. He is a friend of Brooklyns and is a good guy.”

In response to that the gargoyle like dog creature went up to chip snd was sniffing him around, getting close in his personal space just cause he wanted to know how he would react. After about a half a minute of this, he back up a few feet away from the wolf man and made a gruff sound, slightly nodding his head.

“Seems like Bronxs is okay with you right now.” Brooklyn said.

There was a strange irony to this situation. Despite being part canine himself, Chip had never been very fond of dogs getting up close and personal with him. As Bronx sniffed and smelled his scent, the wolf sat there tense. “Nice dog… gargoyle… thing.” Chip said uneasily as he was frozen in place waiting for him to stop. When Bronx finally stepped down Chip breathed a deep sigh of relief and relaxed. “Glad to know he likes me.”

Seeing Chip’s reaction towards their gargoyle dog made him chuckle simce he knew Bronx wouldn’t outright hurt the guy. At least not without permission.
The gargoyle dog made another gruff sound with a nod to the wolf man, now walking over to Lexington for pets and scratches since the green gargoyle coaked him over there.

After a few moments of silence, the red gargoyle finally spoke. “I’m not hearing the cops anymore so it must be safe out at least it seems so far.” He looked to Chip.