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.

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

Brooklyn nodded to the wolf. “It feels different now that it’s styled I‘ll tell you that much.” As soon as he said that, he gently moved his hand thorugh his spiked up hiar, making sure not to damage it, but to feel just how diffrent it use to be when it was just straight on his back. Now that they were inside, Brooklyn turned off the engine and in no time the green gargoyle came to them with big eyes as soon as he saw the bikes.

“Ok, so like, before i do anything, is there something I need to know about this bike. Like if I were to touch something it would cause a lot of damage to the bike itelf?” Ass easger as he was, he wanted to be careful with tampering the others bike.