Sam and max stories

Escape from the bomb factory

(art by me) 

"Five minutes until self-destruct."
The loudspeaker rang clear in the explosives factory.
Max called for Sam, looking around. He finally found him, but unfortunately Sam's foot was stuck under some collapsed barrels of dynamite. He tried to pull it out but it was stuck. Max tried to help Sam get free, but the barrels were too heavy. Sam looked him in the eyes. "Max... go on without me.." max tears up. "No! I'm not going without you! If you go down I'm going with you!" Sam sighed. "Max... there's no other way..." he hugged him. "I love you little pal..." Max cried. "I love you too..."

"Three minutes until self-destruct."
Max suddenly got an idea. He looks in Sam's eyes. "Sam?" Sam strokes his cheek. "Yes..?" Max lets go of him. "I'm sorry.." Sam smiled softly. "It's okay.. Now go." "oh no not for leaving..." Sam looked confused. "For this." he kneeled down by his stuck leg. "Max, what are you- AAAAAAAAAAUGHHHHHH!" he screamed as max bit down as hard as he could, severing his foot cleanly at the ankle. Sam cried, "MAX WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE F**K!" "No time!" his teeth covered in blood, Max dragged him out of the building just before it exploded, and they made it out alive.

About a half hour later, they were sitting on the couch in the office after washing all the blood out of their fur. Sam had gotten his ankle cleaned and bandaged. Max looked at him, a semi awkward silence hung in the air. "I...im sorry..." Sam sighed, putting an arm around him. "I know..." max sighed and leaned against him. "I... I couldn't leave you behind.. And we only had a few minutes to get out of there or we both would have exploded..." Sam nuzzles his head. "I know..." max lays his head on his lap. "And... I understand if you are mad at me..." Sam strokes his ears. "I'm not mad, just, upset... but... I know you were only doing what you had to and... in the end... you saved me... and I love you for that..." max nuzzles into his stomach. A muffled "I love you too" could be heard. Sam smiled gently.

A few days later, they managed to have a prosthetic foot made for him, allowing him to be able to stand and walk again just like he could before the incident. He forgave Max for biting his foot off and they returned to their semi-normal life of crime fighting.

(seriously though, who made that picture?)