Sam & Max in: Funky Fridays! (Sam&Max x Friday Night Funkin crossover)

Chapter 8- Reunion!

Lila nodded, chirruping. "Hello, Pico dear. You brought friends as well?" Pico just nodded.

"Mind if we come in? We'll leave as soon as possible, k?"

She just laughed slightly, roughing up his ginger hair. "Okay, come in." Sam, BF, (Y/N), and Pico followed Lila inside. BF instantly noticed his significant other's distinct hair and ran towards her position, Sam noticed Max and casually strolled up to him.

(Y/N) just sat there, noticing those kids that the monster had tricked into stealing GF and Max, the two were staring at them awkwardly. One kid, a boy with a pumpkin on his head spoke loudly.

"Hai! I'm Pump, and this is Skid!" He pointed to the boy with the white skeleton mask on.

Figures the kids were named after their costumes, they sighed. "(Y/N), or (N/N) if you want somethin' shorter." The two kids grinned. "Cool name, it's nice and spooky!" Skid said cheerfully. Their conversation was cut short when Pico said roughly.

"We gotta go— and take these three home." He stared with a frown at the three unfamiliar people in the room. (Y/N) got to their feet and waved bye to Skid and Pump, following Max out of the door, GF and BF bringing up the rear of the group. Max started talking about how he was bored out of his mind and wished there was more action, maybe even another one of those stupid singing battles.

BF bounded up in front of Pico, taking a sharp turn into some empty, desert kind of place, it gave (Y/N) a sort of war zone vibe, GF piped up, visibly frustrated. 

"Boyfriend, don't you think there was some other way around that huge crack in the road?"

"Bap Beepo!"

"Ugh, alright—" 

Suddenly a black and white man, who stood out very much from the bleak orangey yellow ground popped up out of nowhere. "Well well well, what've we got here?"

"Beep!" Boyfriend shrieked as they were surrounded by many more of these men, they all looked the same, the fuck? Max grinned, yelling slightly, "Looks like you have a dog, a lagomorph, two humans, a demon, and whatever the hell (Y/N) is." 

The guy didn't think Max was funny, obviously, because he gave some hand signal, and the men around them pulled out their guns. Max pulled out his own gun, looking at Sam. "C'mon, let's beat some mad, Oreo looking army guys up!"

Sam reluctantly pulled out his large uncanny gun. Pico walked up to the two anthropomorphic animals, pulling out his own two guns, saying something along the lines of; "Let's rock, crazy animals!" They began shooting at random, the first guy, or some other one, (Y/N) couldn't tell the difference between any of them, except for a few, a couple had round goggles, one had night vision goggles, and one had b o o b s- uh—

GF beckoned (Y/N) to sit next to her on the speakers, wait a second where did those come from? Anyway, they hesitantly agreed and walked up to the speakers, feeling Girl's arm wrap around their's, pulling them up. Then Boy strutted up to the soldier in the middle of the circle of others, they presumed that was the sergeant.

"Bap skeebop!"

"Ah, what the fuck, it's been a boring day, let's see what ya got, little cunt!"

"Skrap bee!"

The song started, (Y/N) surprised at the experience this sergeant seemed to have with singing, he didn't look like the kind of guy to be into that shit. Ah what the hell, they focused on Boy. He was having a difficult time keeping up, they leapt off the speakers and ran towards the 4"1 dude.

"Mind if I join, I mean— help? Okay, thanks—" (Y/N) suddenly felt something hit their shoulder, GF had tossed a spare mic to them, they picked it up and began singing along with BF, a duet surely couldn't lose against one guy, yeah?

The song ended, (Y/N) thought it was something cool, it gave them boss battle vibes. The guy they were battling cackled.

"Okay, I'll admit, you two brats got spirit and skill, but let's see how much 'spirit' you have once my soldiers WASTE THE GIRL! Men, ready your aim and prepare to fire!"

Girlfriend seemed so fucking chill, she was about to get wasted like some GTA type shit, that's when Sam, Max, and Pico burst through covered in what they hoped was soldier blood and not their own.

"WE KILLED THEM BITCHES, YEAH!" The ginger boy screamed, there were still a lot of soldiers left, but the three had killed a huge portion of em. Adrenaline seemed to wear off as Pico grew droopy-eyes and weary.

"Oh shit uh— haha.." thwomp. Pico was down, not dead, just there, sleeping face first on the bare earth. Max seemed to pulse with energy and adrenaline, as he bounced up and down, yelling.

"Sam, SAM! Can we keep doing this— shooting stuff? It's hella fun!"

"Sure little bud, just don't get shot in the process—"

"HELL YEAH!" Max sped off, aiming randomly like a moron, crazy open fire like a dumbass. Most of the soldiers ran from the hyperkinetic rabbity dude because of his insane look and frantic energy, better to act crazy over intimidating in this kind of situation, (Y/N) guessed.

Sam sat down, dusty sand flying as he flopped down beside a face-planted Pico.

The sergeant groaned, facepalming, "God fucking damnit, y'know what? You can go, you little dickheads."

(Y/N) and BF exchanged triumphant looks, (Y/N) called for Max, and he came zooming over, fluffy bastard was as red as a velvet cake.

"What?"

"Gotta go, lago-buddy, the sergeant guy let us go and I don't want him changing his mind—"

"OOH OKAY!" (Y/N) hissed at his loud tone, grabbing the rabbity buddy by his ears.

"s o r r y, you dirty beeotch—" they dropped him, smiling. "Good, now tell Sam to just— sling the ginger over his shoulder and we'll go." Max nodded and darted off, informing Sam of their word.

They scooted away from BF and walked towards A familiar looking spot.