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.
“A castle? Wait, you don’t mean-” Chip paused for a moment while speaking as the realisation hit him. He’d heard of some eccentric billionaire guy bringing a castle from overseas for whatever reason. “Huh, I think I heard of that before actually. So that’s how you guys got all the way to the Big Apple.”
He nodded. “Since we can only wake up when the castle is above the clouds due to the curse put on us to sleep forever, he found out how to wake us up and here we are. That guy is not too cool, by the way. Right now he is in jail for some illegal thing he wanted us to do. When would he come out? I have no idea. Gotta talk to our human friend about that sometime…”
“Yowch. Guess he’s behind bars for good reason.“ Chip lowered his head and looked down at the floor for a moment. “Still I’m at least thankful enough that he managed to bring you guys way here. Otherwise I never would’ve met you, Brook.“ The wolf turned his head toward the gargoyle and showed him a soft, welcoming smile.
The gargoyle looked up a bit then back at Chip to smile. “You know what? You’re right about that, Chip. This century has a lot of great things about it and you are one of them. I’m glad I got to meet you.”
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