Sam pushes through the circular revolving door, "Welcome to Ted e. Bear's-" Sam, Max, and (Y/N) run over to the 'one'-armed bandit.
Sam clicks the arm into it's place, "A none-armed bandit no longer," he inserts a token in, and pulls down it's arm. The reel eventually clicks on three brass knuckles, the bandit's eyes blaring red.
"You're on fire!" The meatball sandwich shoots down from the bandit's prize slot.
"Success! Here's the legendary meatball sandwich," Sam picks it up.
"Should we taste it to make sure?"
"Sweet tomatine/No!" (Y/N) and Sam state simultaneously.
The elevator opens to reveal Chuckles. He walks towards the three.
"Did that things just give you a prize?" (Y/N) and Sam keep quiet, "Must be out of adjustment. I'll have it serviced."
"On the plus side, we've recovered the original meatball sandwich!" Sam holds out the sandwich.
(Y/N) grimaces, "And what a pungent piece of sculpture it is."
Max laughs, "I'm surprised we couldn't smell it from downtown."
Chuckles takes the sandwich from the top loaf of bread, the rest of the sandwich not falling, "...Yeah, that's definitely the sandwich. Ted e. Bear will be very pleased."
"Is he hungry?"
"Generally, yes."
"You've done well," Chuckles bows down, "Follow me to the back room, there's a little initiation ceremony."
"We're getting our pristine navels groped by pristine naval officers again?" Max queries.
"Shut your ultrawide trap and follow me."
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(Y/N) feels a little bad. A little.
They feel the fur of the giant bear head as Chuckles begins the initiation, "Sam. Max. Mx. (Y/N)."
(Y/N) is glad the mask doesn't show the person's face or they'd have a quicker chance of death, a worried expression on their face. Chuckles continues, "You have done what we've asked of you, acts of intelligence, malevolence, and subservice, and we welcome you into the ranks of The Orso Norstra."
Sam, Max, and them all look and shrug at one another.
"Uhhh neat!"
"My stuff runneth over."
"I did not think I'd join the mafia today," (Y/N) crosses their arms, "A surprise, but a welcome one," No, it wasn't. They're lying through their teeth.
"There's a small ritual with the ceremonial pic-i-nic baskets," (Y/N) looks over at the beige bear-headed man in a purple suit, "and then a few other technicalities, and then Joey will show up with some cold cuts," They glance at Chuckles nodding, "But first, as a sign of respect, I will remove my mask."
The purple clad man steps out from the dark shows of the room, "Which is good because I can barely talk through this stupid thing."
He lifts off the beige mask off to reveal he has a...mole head. Sam and Max look visibly shaken, not that much because of the masks but still shaken nonetheless. (Y/N) couldn't tell why until they remember the start of their work day.
"That's better," His voice is a lot higher than (Y/N) expected even without the mask, "Man alive, do I schvitz in that get up!"
"Holy fat-free carp on a skewer!" Sam yells out, "You're a mole! If fact, you might be the one who-" (Y/N) socks Sam in the bicep, "WHoooOOoO..."
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Sam & Max Telltale Games | Reader Insert
AdventureA temp, is hired to help around at Sam & Max Freelance Police. Analyzing the address again, (Y/N) feels a sensation of uneasiness, what with the business only having two employees. Sketchy. Although (Y/N) struggles to make ends meet with their rent...
