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.

Chip took a moment to listen outside with his heightened sense of hearing. “I don’t hear anything either so it looks like we’re all clear.” He agreed and gave his friend a nod. “What you gonna do now?”

“We could keep driving around and head back to your place.” Brooklyn said, looking to the others who didn’t mind him leaving.

“We can take it from over here you too. You guys go have fun.” Broadway said to the two men in leather.

“Maybe next time I could take another close look at you’re bike, Chip?” Lexington asked the other.