Max Snaps

Please, Sleep, It's All I Ask

Max was driving, and now he understood the reason why Sam never let him before.

That main reason being, he was too short.

He could hardly see over the dash, so every time he wanted to see what was ahead of him he had to take his foot off the petal and jump onto his seat, and check through the window. It definitely made things slower, which aggravated him to no end.

Things were easier when he didn't have specific knowledge of where he had to go. Before all he had to do was speed through the streets to find the seediest parts of town, before shaking down some crook for information. Now he had a location he felt like this couldn't take longer to get there.

Why did the museum have to be all the way on the other side of town Max thought angrily.

This would be so much better if his family was here.

It would have been a night on the town, and this would the one time Sam made an exception for Max to drive. Everybody would be having the time of their lives, he was sure, well, at least all the passengers would be, everyone else would be screaming and running for their lives as Max swerved through the road, destroying everything in his path of destruction.

He'd be screaming nonsensical insults at the others who dared driving on the road when he was. The kids would be cheering and yelling in glee, although Wakko would have to stop every now and then while he struggled not to vomit. And Sam, he'd be laughing in that deep and genuine way he did, the one that came from the back in his throat and gut, (Max cracked a smile just thinking of it) Then Sam, at some point would say "You crack me up little buddy."

Max looked down... and he tried to keep the tears in, honestly, he thought he'd be out by now, but the world was full of surprises, I guess you'd have a lot when you don't have much to cry about before, it's hard to find a reason when you're always with the greatest being alive...

"You okay there, little buddy?" Sam asked

"Yeah, I'm fine, Sam" Max said without looking up.

He was going crazy, he knew he was, ever since he saw that note, stuff like this has been happening.

His moods were erratic, that wouldn't be too out of the normal usually, but these last few hours, well he found he was snapping between emotions all too easily, his encounter with that John guy was proof enough of that. Then there was the underlying numbness he felt with everything, like nothing mattered anymore, well once thing mattered, of course it did, but everything else seemed grey and pointless in comparison that one goal. Then there were, the hallucinations...

He looked up at the Sam beside him, he was completely normal, his floppy ears, brown fur, his wrinkled blue suit, it looked like nothing had happened at all, like he was still here. But it wasn't real.

The Sam didn't say anything, just looked down and smiled at the lagomorph. The Sam reach a hand over and gently rubbed Max's head. Max smiled, a very small smile, and looked back at the road

These hallucinations were all too vivid images of his family, being safe and okay, following him, talking to him, like nothing had even happened.

If he could, he would fully indulge in the fantasy, in the fakeness, and a small part of him did, talking to the falsities like they were actually them, but a much larger part knew that was all they were, falsities, fakes, mind tricks.

Max would later go to Sybil about this, try to understand the why, and she would explain it as so:

"From what you've told me, it seems like your ID, that's your Inner Desires, and your logic were at some kind of war with one another for a little while there, your logic and your ID both wanted what you to do what they believed were the best options for you.