Sam & Max Telltale Games | Reader Insert

Culture Shock|Part 1

(Y/N) wakes up before their alarm. Earlier than they'd like. 4:00 AM.

It's not unusual for them though, every other day they wake up in the middle of the night-or early in the morning if they wanted to be positive about this 'feature'.

They shuffle under the blanket of their twin bed, covering their head under the covers and taking in a deep breath to wake up more.

Their breath out becomes a deep sigh.

(Y/N)'s job-one of their jobs. (Y/N)'s a temporary worker. Their company signs them to businesses around Manhattan in need of some extra help.

Anyway, this contract of (Y/N)'s required them to get to work around 7:00.

(Y/N) slowly lifts the covers off of them and cracks an eye open.

They had to get up some time. Why not now? To get all mentally prepared because they kind of really do need to be mentally prepared for this job.

It's not a retail job, they haven't done a customer service job in a while, but there's this one guy-

Oh god, (Y/N) doesn't want to think about that thing at four in the morning.

They grumble as they get out of bed and head towards the bathroom. To get ready before watching some television.

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'Sam & Max: Freelance Police,' (Y/N) reads in their head once they get to their work place. It rolls off the tongue nicely. After all, it really was just a Sam and a Max working there.

The smallest group (Y/N) had worked with before was at least four other workers, so it was a surprise when they met just these two guys that freelance. The freelance police work.

It sounded illegal, but (Y/N) was still getting paychecks, so they didn't mind too much.

When they unlock the office door, after admiring the logo on the tinted window, they are surprised to find no one but themself in there.

(Y/N) thought to clock in early when reality television started playing. All of the mothers must have dropped their kids off school by then, so they quickly got up to drive to work.

Closing the door, (Y/N) stands in a comfortable silence they didn't usually get when there. Sam and Max said they were a little 'case-empty', so they would hang around the office while they had (Y/N) do their taxes and files.

They appreciated the warm tones of the office, but everything was just so cluttered: Max throws everything around-and himself on occasion. They make a mental note to ask Sam if they could clean up around here. It's a very turn-your-brain-off activity they enjoy.

(Y/N) hops into their drafting chair and does a little spin. They stop themself with a leg caught on their desk leg. The hole on the right side of their desk catches their eye.

Sometimes a little rat comes out to curse at everyone in the office. (Y/N) curses back until he grumbles back into his hole. A lot of pent up rage from previous customer experiences possesses them in those moments.

(Y/N) puts their attention back to their desk, and flips open their laptop to do some work. They left it there yesterday.

They hope for an easy day.

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(Y/N)'s ears perk at the noises behind them. They lift their head onto their palm, spinning their chair around to see what was going on.

"Quit moving around so much, bobblehead," An Irish Wolfhound lectures lightly. 

Sam leans back in his chair with his gun aimed at the lagomorph on the other side of the room.