Fine, I'll do it myself.

The Snippet Page

Every now and then, a car or three would pass by on the road and the few other people walking on the sidewalk as I was were either looking at their phones or too busy to look at me. I'm not complaining though.

After some time, more light was beginning to shine through the tall buildings and the chill air around me felt more tolerable. Hopefully today won't be as hard as the others.

Suddenly, as I was passing an alley, I caught a whiff of something. I shrugged it off, many of the businesses around here keep their dumpsters in alleys and it wouldn't be strange if a smell as bad as that was protruding from it. But this was different. Now, don't judge me, I don't normally over analyze what I smell, but I couldn't help but think there was an ashy hint to it. Sure, beyond the greasy leftovers and unwanted items, I smelled something burning. Like smoke. No, wait... It's like a fire that was just put out and all that's left is the ash.

As far as I know, the city I live in has a ban on burning trash, so this was concerning.

I slowed down as I passed the alley and glanced at it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a dark, musty alleyway.

I didn't pay much mind to it for the rest of the day, going about my business as everyone would.

I could have sworn I saw someone standing at the end though...

_ - _ - _

A story about the time you applied for a job alongside the freelance policemen and go through a series of comical events, adoption papers, various driving and shooting lessons, and adventures with Sam and Max, characters created by Steve Purcell.

Summary: With money being tight, you have recently applied for a job to work alongside the freelance police, more specifically, a particular freelance duo you've heard of quite often. In this world of hilarity and nonsense, there's no doubt you'll be in for a ride chock full of mystery, unexpected plot twists, and wacky scenarios. That is, if you can make a good impression on the team.

It's nothing abnormal seeing as how chaotic their mornings typically are. It's the usual wake up, dart to breakfast (if there is one), and sit around in the office until their services are needed. Sam and Max, the freelance police, consisted of a large, tall dog and a borderline psychotic rabbit. If nothing strikes you as alarming from that sentence then I don't know what it might take to further explain how obnoxious the duo is. Regardless of that, they're still honest to the law and know what to do in dire situations. They should know. One of them has committed at least three war crimes while the other is forced into these disastrous antics. They are well experienced, well acquainted, and have never failed to solve a case despite how ambiguous or crazy it might be.
Yes, Sam and Max are quite the inseparable team, they only work best with each other; but I do recall a time when something a bit more out of the ordinary occurred. Well, something more unordinary than their twisted version of ordinary. That brings us to this day.

. . .

(Y/N) stood at the bottom of the steps leading up to the worn out door, taking a deep breath before immediately coughing out the smell of sewage water, smoke, and the other miscellaneous scents that hovered in the air of Straight Street.
It's a nice Tuesday afternoon in Manhattan, perfect for walks or a stroll to your nearest café. A day that (Y/N) would otherwise be spending with a friend or perhaps just by themselves in the comfort of their quaint apartment. Unfortunately, this part of New York was more notoriously known for its crime-ridden alleys and frequent acts of violence, much more than any other typical city. A day for leisure would have to wait in the midst of a chaos bound world, and especially now with (Y/N)'s recent job application.

Speaking of which, it's about time you stop reminiscing and get a move on, hm? A place like this doesn't wait for someone to take action, either you start it or you're forced into some. And today, we can't really tell which will end up happening to you.

But enough about that, move, go! On with it! Get!

_ - _ - _

Finally, a one-shot featuring a very good boy; a Boris the Wolf x Reader one-shot. Of course, I have barely any idea what I'm doing so I couldn't land a good enough plot for this and now I'm disappointed.

Summary: He's my comfort character and I need more of him in my life.

_ - _ - _

And there you have it, six snippets of stories in the works where you join the various worlds of yonder and create meaningful connections to those in it. Please keep in mind that these are all still undergoing development and editing, so updates on these might lag a bit. I will say that if any of these bits come to your attention, please let me know what you would like to see more of. I'm pretty sure that the more one-shot type stories may be released regardless, but I'd like to know which one has the highest demand at the moment. So feel free to comment your opinions, please.

With that being said, thank you for your time, get all the rest and energy you need, stay hydrated, and you do you, boo.

- Someone that loves you very very much.