Sam & Max Telltale Games | Reader Insert

Ice Station Santa|Part 2

"How did I ever get used to that colossal jump in the road?!" 

(Y/N) carps, hunched over by a corner of the alleyway. Well, the newly created alleyway with Sybil's business blocking one of the roads.

Sam glances over to them, currently leaning on the DeSoto with Max still inside messing with the radio, "Your guess is probably as good as mine."

(Y/N) runs a hand through their hair, sluggishly holding up the water bottle Sam gave them up to their frown, and groans once more. 

With one tip of the bottle, they swig all of the water down their throat.

"I hope Sybil doesn't chew me out for horkin' near her store-er whatever she's working as nowadays," The former temp reckoned to themself as they crushed the empty water bottle on their forehead and throw it in the closest garbage can.

Sam makes a confused sound, "Hm? Highly unlikely she would, it's closed," he jabbed his thumb at the closed sign on Sybil's door.

Max loudly snickered from shotgun, "Open 24 hours, unless I don't feel like it! Or a giant robot tosses the entire building a city block."

(Y/N) ganders at the advertisements and posters up on the wall. One catches their eye, something about decals.

They raise their arms, stretching out their core and piping up again, "Then, it's to Bosco's?"

"Yeah," Sam says in a reluctant tone, watching both Max and (Y/N) situate themselves out to see Bosco.

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"New S&Mw/T season," Sam reads out one of the newspapers out in front of Bosco's Inconvenience, squinting. 

(Y/N) makes a face, "I don't judge that harshly, but I thought it was just 'S' and 'M.'"

"Maybe it's for 'Therapy,'" Max chimes.

Sam shakes his head as he slings his hand over the door to Bosco's Inconvenience, "We can contemplate that later, c'mon," he lets go of the door and kicks his foot out to replace his hand.

"Eh, nothing a good internet search can't do," Max shrugged and sauntered over to the door.

(Y/N)'s eyebrow shoots up, "You really want to try to work a computer again?" They asked, the time both Max and them were lollygagging on this one website with little quizzes like 'Is this a serial killer or a US politician?'.

Not long after they started clicking through quizzes, Max threw it out the window when he only got 5/15 answers right.

"I guess," Max drawled, "But only because I want to know what that 'T'-"

"HALT!"

A robotic voice does indeed halt the freelance police, stopping them(out of surprise, not by choice)once Sam shuts the door behind him.

(Y/N) makes a face at the sensors buzzing green on the sides of them, and snaps their gaze back up to survey the whole store.

They didn't need to look for long to conclude that Bosco's got a new decorator, at least one that complements his whole 'aesthetic', squinting hard from the harshly dimmed atmosphere accompanied by even harsher lights.

"Welcome to Bosco's Inconvenience! Please wait while I determine whether you are truly welcome, or if I'm just uttering idle pleasantries."

The other two glance around the whole joint as well, more confused by the new decor than unsettled.

Sam tightened his striped tie, "Nothing says 'inconvenience' than a full body search before you can buy your candy cigarettes and all-day suckers."

The freelance police stand casually as the sensors do their thing; whether it's to be nice or 'cause they were a little out of it is anyone's guess.