Sam & Max Telltale Games | Reader Insert

(Y/N), Get Your Gun

(Y/N) jolts awake to an intense burst of white.

Their eyes flicker and shutter at the new location they were in. They jerk their head down, registering that they are resting in a bed with pristine, ivory sheets.

They swipe a hand over their abdomen to feel a continual loop of bandages over it.

"What the hell?" (Y/N) murmurs with a slight grit in their voice. They close their eyes again to adjust to the brightness of the room.

Upon looking at the room they were in again, they find themself in a hospital room and hooked to an IV drip. It made (Y/N) cerebrate their position.

So, Sam and Max really did bring them here after all...

(Y/N)'s eyes light up to a ribbon-tied basket sitting on one of the chairs in the room, inside being a bunch colored streamers, a black and white magazine, and a saw with a hint of spotty stains at the teeth.

Before (Y/N) could internally comment on the items, the hospital door swings open with a bang.

Their eyes snap to a woman in scrubs slamming the door back shut with the most frightened expression they have ever laid eyes on(well, that's an exaggeration, (Y/N) has gotten a hot dog with Max one time).

The nurse starts prattling whilst sliding down the door, running a hand through her matted hair, "It's an anomaly how that assistant could deal with the president for eight months. Wh-" Her gaze slowly set on (Y/N), currently sitting up.

The nurse makes an effort to fix herself into a more composed state, "Oh my, you're finally awake?" She says to (Y/N) as she walks over to their bed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-I would've been more professional just now, but 'hypnotized' patients are on the top of my schedule."

(Y/N) would have liked to say something, but nothing really came to mind as the nurse picked up a clipboard from the foot of the bed.

Finally getting to the foot of the bed, the nurse picks up a metal clipboard from a basket, scanning through the pages expeditiously.

"(Y/N) (L/N), yes? You've had a Hemodialysis and stitches were sewn to your wound on the lower abdomen," Her eyes flicker to (Y/N) during her brief pause, probably giving them a moment to dwell on the information.

"You've also been unconscious for 35 hours. Do you have any questi-what am I saying, of course you're confused. Just-ask me anything," She slings the clipboard back, splaying her hands together.

(Y/N) waited for a second or two, racking through their short-circuited brain for...anything really, "Is it the 18th?"

"Oh no, it's 12:48 AM. 19th."

(Y/N) sighs silently.

It looks like going back to the temp agency will have to wait. They can't remember if their company had insurance or not. Whatever, they can eat a bunch of ramen noodles for a month again.

(Y/N) tilts their head to the side, moving onto confirmations, asking, "Hey, what's the deal with-" They jab their finger at the locked door, "-out there?"

The nurse's eyes lit up, a hand scratching her cheek, before ruminating, "The...President Max apparently hypnotized the entire planet into thinking they are him using a crystal," She said though she seemed quizzical about the tale she's recalling, "Every room in this hospital has been locked down, but since the president requested you to have the 'highest service imaginable', we gave you a room on the top floor-away from the hypnotized."

(Y/N) sat there with widened eyes, sputtering, "He did that? Like, a rabbity-thing with an unsettling face that never quits being kinda creepy?" They couldn't wrap their head around the idea-it's almost too silly to consider.