Sam & Max Telltale Games | Reader Insert

The early morning quiet of your apartment was a rare, cherished luxury, broken only by the persistent chirping of your alarm. Four AM. Again. You burrowed deeper under the covers, a futile attempt to escape the inevitable. Your latest temporary contract, a job for 'Sam & Max: Freelance Police,' demanded an early start. Not because of the work itself—mostly taxes and filing—but because of them.

You swung your legs out of bed with a grumble, the thought of the impending day already a heavy weight. A shower, a quick glance at the news, and then it was time to face the music.

Arriving at the office, the 'Sam & Max: Freelance Police' logo on the tinted window seemed to mock you. You unlocked the door, stepping into the familiar, cluttered space. The silence was unsettling, a stark contrast to the usual cacophony. You appreciated the warm tones, but the sheer disarray was a constant mental itch. Max, the rabbit, had a habit of throwing everything, including himself. You made a mental note to ask Sam, the dog, if you could clean. It was a mindless task you actually enjoyed.

Settling into your drafting chair, you spun once before catching yourself on the desk leg. Your eyes drifted to the rat hole beside you. Sometimes, a particularly aggressive rat would emerge, and you'd find yourself cursing back, a strange release for years of customer service-induced rage. You sighed, flipping open your laptop. Today, you hoped, would be an easy day.