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.

“Can say the same about you’re voice. Pretty deep with the small new york accent to it. Could even tell you were tough by your muscles.” He said as he wrapped his arm would the others side and continued on with the tour in just a few more areas.

“Yeah, I keep myself occupied. When I’m stuck at my hideout during daylight I often work out to pass the time.” Chip said as the duo travelled though the castle to their next destination.

Brooklyn would then take Chip to the highest tower of the castle. They were so high to the point where clouds folded themselves onto the top of the building. This point would have a great view of the city at night and no one would be able to see strange looking beings up top. “Great view isn’t it?’