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The Bright Side of The Moon|Part 3

(A/N)Slight warning for people who don't like gore and torture, I guess. Just descriptions of blood and water and blood mixing. Also descriptors of pain not meant to be taken too lightly. It's Sam and Max, so the main focus isn't torture porn, thank god. 

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(Y/N)'s frown sharpened, licking their teeth to occupy the time before a few shots of vodka would, in time, end up down their throat. They boar their silent, ardent glare into the floor, holding their breath in.

They click and clack the heel of their shoe into the ascending platform impatiently, counting down the seconds until they go back to another day almost predictable as the ones before.

Back to working every drained hour working around the retail shops of the violent streets of Manhattan, having no one to company them but theirself and the bottle of the day.

"Nervous, tempadonna?"

(Y/N) ceases their tremors and soften their gaze to glance down at Max grinning up at them, stalling a reply from Max's quick observance.

They simply return his stare, lips pursed tight, as Max brushes them off, waving them off with his hand, "Don't sweat it, I'm about to go all ape shit on Hugh Bliss!"

(Y/N) rolls their eyes, a stilted laugh at the tip of their tongue, "And I believe you, it's nothing. No, I'm just pumped that I get to see this hypnosis thing get wrapped up," Their smile twitches and eventually ebbs away once the second Max glances away.

"Really? I was having a ball knocking people unconscious," Max laments, playfully pouting and erupting into snickers.

A sliver of a smile slips onto Sam's snout, "Ooh, that was my favorite part too," He glances down at the lagomorph, a heartening look in his eye, "But chin up, Max, after this, we'll have all the time in the world to do what we want."

"And no one'll act like Hugh Bliss, big plus there," (Y/N) points out, "How did none of us see how annoying he was until now?" They look back on the freelance polices' previous interactions, slightly lowering.

Sam gives the temp a pointed stare, huffing out, "Us? I've been griping about him since day one!"

"Tempy's point still stands, Sam," Max regards and places his hands to his hips, "'Sides, I think everyone should act like me instead!"

Sam and (Y/N)'s frowns subside to smirk at Max's self-serving nature, the latter humoring him with a spirited remark: "When that happens, tell me to stay inside."

The freelance police all have a small chuckle together, using the time they had now to enjoy each others' presence.

(Y/N)'s grin lingers after the light-hearted moment, during the moment of silence, though there was still a panging in their chest reminding them of the events lying ahead of the circumstances.

The smooth stop of the ascending rainbow platform catches (Y/N)'s attention, taking them from their rapid-fire thoughts.

The temp hurries to the open door once they see Sam and Max bolting to get inside. They skirt to a halt whence they hear Sam shout, "Hurry, little buddy, get him!"

They snap their gaze to the left to Sam jerk his leg backwards and zealously punts Max up in the air, eventually the lagomorph landing perfectly on the platform holding the giant crystal holding Hugh Bliss.

Hugh Bliss smirks down, "Hi, I'm Hugh BliH-"

"STOP SAYING THAT!!!" Heckled Max, practically foaming at the mouth.

"Huh?" Hugh Bliss manages to utter until he is pounced on by Max, the latter pushing him out of the crystal entirely.

Sam and (Y/N) gape up at Max with wide eyes, the crystal almost immediately emitting a blinding beam up into the Earth. Max takes a small glance upwards.