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.

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“Feels pretty badass now that I’m wearing all this.” He had his free hand hold onto his jacket just to give it a few tugs before putting it back down again. “Not to mention makes me feel fierce when I add my third eyelid.”

Right when he said that, his third eyelid covered his eyes to show off how more of a modern tough looking guy he is. While having the empty bowls in his arms, the gargoyle managed to clap a bit at the sight. “You look like one of those humans that we take down every night or just biker gangs in general.”

Chip took a step away from Brooklyn to let Broadway catch the full view of the red gargoyle’s outfit: Black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, tucked into a pair of tight black jeans with a black leather belt, and his white mane of hair styled straight up in a fierce mohawk. It was a stark contrast to the primitive bare-chest and loincloth combination the rest of the rookery sported. The difference was even clear to Chip seeing Brooklyn and Broadway stood close together.

The two gargoyles would be looking at awe at the crimson ones new threads. It was very much clear that Broadway liked the new look and even complimented on the fact that both him and Chip looked like a good pair with their current gear. “Man, wish I had hair so it could be styled, but beggars cant ge choosers. See you guys later. I gotta wash these.” And with that, the gargoyle left the couple in the hallway.

“Man, that was great!” Brooklyn said once he turned to Chip, grinning at the wolf mutant.