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.

“We don’t plan to treat anyone unfairly.” He smirked back and went to his bike, sitting down on the seat, revving it up once the engine was on. “Ready, Chip?”

Chip did the same and climbed onto his own ride. With the ignition on and the engine roaring, he was really to take off. “You know it, Brook.” He squeezed the accelerator and his trusty bike took off.

He took off behind if not next to him, zooming past cars that were below the speed limit, but being safe all around just so they could avoid getting caught by the cops again. While driving, there seems to be no sign of any harsh trouble so going to Chip’s place would actually feel night right now.