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Ice Station Santa|Part 3

"The North Pole."

Sam points out the candy cane patterned pole in front of the freelance police, all three of them standing in a tiny corridor of Santa's Workshop and just staring at the pole. On the pole were three wooden signs of cities and how far away they were from them.

He turns to to (Y/N), currently standing on his right, "Did you know it's the magnetic center of the Earth?"

(Y/N), slouching with their hands in their pockets, would have responded, but a presumptuous 'tch' sound interjects them.

"Magnetism?" Max parrots the name with a wry grin, "Don't tell me you're one of those kooks."

(Y/N) fixes their posture as if Max's voice was a cue, narrowing their eyes at the lagomorph, "How about you...tell me-" they pause for a moment, the gears in their head visibly turning slowly, "Okay, what the hell are you on about?"

"I think he's saying he doesn't believe in magnetism," Sam supplies, a similar expression on his snout.

Max's grin doesn't move an inch, "It's an interesting theory, but I'm not convinced," he flicks his hand out.

(Y/N) face slides right into their hands as they groan, "Don't make me think about this at, like, 3 P.M., man. You have fridge magnets."

"Say what you want, tempbert," Max sticks his button nose away from them in a snooty fashion, "Your 'magnetism' is a cute bedtime story, but I believe in one thing."

"How much I want to throttle you?" (Y/N) peeks through their fingers to glare.

"Nope!"

Max pulls out his luger, and is immediately dragged by the power of magnets right into the North Pole, smacking his face on the pole.

Sam and (Y/N) watch as Max wheezes as he attempts to yank his gun back into his hands with his floppy feet on the pole on top of it.

He finally gets his luger unstuck after an uncomfortable moment, and slowly puts his gun away.

Max shark-like teeth gnash against each other as he grumbles out, "Okay fine. I guess I can believe in two things, but that's my limit."

"Okay, now that we've discussed that," (Y/N), a slight smirk on their face, they turn their head up to Sam, "How about that exorcism?"

Sam's ears perk and he places his inventory box in their hands.

He fishes around the box for the playset manual, "Right, well, we can start by placing down the four horsemen," he instructs as his eyes scan the words over again.

(Y/N) kneels to the ground and seats the box right next to them. They take out the four action figures, and carefully place them around the pole.

They continued to fiddle with the horseman's placement, on their stomach while poking them a little to the left and right, for a few more seconds before Sam takes his focus off the manual from the lack of sound.

"(Y/N), it doesn't need to be in a certain way. It's fine like that."

"OCD much?" Max snickered, also sitting on the ground but crisscrossed.

(Y/N) narrows their eyes at Max again, "It's my first exorcism, gimme a break," they fix the position of one more horse by a smidge before giving Sam a thumbs-up.

Max rocks back and forth, "I can't wait until we finally exorcise this bastard and put the video up on Youtube."

(Y/N) pushes up off their stomach to sit more comfortably. They frown at Max, as you do when he says something, "You have fun with that."