The song Evil Fantasy by Freddie Dredd gives me y/n vibes 4 this chapter

"Gally can't your girlfriend do anything except sit there?"

"What the shuck did you just say?" Gally said wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Nothing I just figured that-"

"I have a right to be here." I said, sitting in a chair I "borrowed" from the homestead. "This is my treehouse Randy."

"Y/n's just watching us build her a bed, can't you go help Frypan in the kitchen?" Randy had his hammer in hand, giving me a pleading look.

"Oh so now you're telling me to go back to kitchen?" I bounced a rubber ball on the floor, catching it each time. "Wow didn't know you were sexist Randy."

"You know that's not what I meant-"

"You're wasting time talking to them just shut up and do your work." Gally snapped while hammering planks together. I stuck my tongue out at Randy, letting a smirk lay smugly on my face. He rolled his eyes at me, turning back to his work.

"If you could be any animal what animal would you be and why?" I asked, boring of the silence. Randy broke the silence first.

"A snake, so I could bite you."

"Ouch." I grinned. "Gally tell this pervert to stop coming on to me." Randy dropped his hammer, spinning toward me.

"I am not a pervert!" I had him all freaked out and I loved it. I enjoyed bickering with the gladers. Gave me something to do.

"Are too!"

"I am not!"

"Slim it both of you, or I'll make you leave y/n." Gally ordered.

"Ooh okay sorry." After about a minute of silence I spoke again. "Why are you guys making us a bed when we're just gonna break it?" Someone dropped a tool on their foot.

"Ow!" Everyone stared at me in disbelief.

"What?" I laughed. "Just being honest."

"Man does she come with a muzzle?" Randy asked. He pulled more planks over to Gally.

"Do you come with a return label?" I sneered.

"Y/n last warning." Gally muttered. "Randy shut your stupid face before I shut it for you."It was quiet again. Randy was on the other side of the treehouse. He had a direct view of my face. Which was perfect.

I cupped half of my face so Gally couldn't see and started mouthing obscenities while flipping him off with my other hand. He started mouthing things back to me and that's when I decided to throw a little something extra into it. Picking a fight was always so much fun. Gave me a sort of thrill.

"Hey Randy, I bet your mom's pussy tastes like Sunny D."

"Nope that's enough." Gally said setting down his hammer. He grabbed me by the arm pulling me outside.

"I was just kidding! I was joking I swear!" He didn't let go of me till we were on the small landing.

"Go entertain yourself somewhere else y/n."

"What? Not fair!" He rubbed his hands together, brushing them off.

"Not my problem." Then he turned back inside. Slamming the door behind him.

I physically slumped over. What to do, what to do? I had been kicked out of my own home by builders of all people. Fry had given me the afternoon off to deal with PTSD from the maze or something. I don't know. All I did know is that I needed to find something to do soon or I was going to die.

I stepped down the ladder looking for someone to bother. There had to be something to do. Then I saw Newt. The perfect victim. He was planting something in the dirt over with the trackhoes. Coming up from behind him I lightly kicked his leg.

"What's up Newton?" He sighed already knowing who it was.

"Work." I sat myself down on the earth next to him.

"Fun." Looking around I realized someone was missing from the usual pack of trackhoes. Zart.
"Hey Newt, have you seen Zart."

"Ha Zart, I'm pretty sure he's tryin' to drown himself in the bloody showers." Fuck I'd forgotten about Zart. Come on y/n how fucking stupid could you get. I started to rub the back of my neck to soothe my nerves. "Nice move that was telling everyone that you were canoodling with Gally."

"I just wasn't thinking I-"

"That's just it y/n you never think. It's always just do and deal with your consequences later." Guilt started to consume me, nip at my heart.

"I'm-" Tears started to well up and I knew I had to leave before anyone saw me crying. "Just fuck off." I said standing up and rushing away towards the deadheads. Sniffling I leaned down to grab some flowers on the forest's edges. The petals were a flushed purple, the stems curled upward. With a shaky breath I took a rubber band from my pocket and wrapped it around the bouquet. Once, twice, three times.

"Fucking stop crying fucking pussy." I dug my nails into my arm to restrain my tears. "Stupid fucking fuck." Whispering things under my breath I made my way through the brush until I got to my end goal.

"Hi George." I sighed trudging over to his grave. The boy looked just as decomposed as the last time I saw him. Still dead. I sat the flowers on the dusty glass and went to lay next to him when I saw something different. A head marker with my own name stuck out of the ground. A matching dug up grave to match it.

Peaking over I saw that they had dug the whole six feet. Huh, commited I guess. The marker that held my name was different. My name has been painted in beautiful loopy letters. Flowers and hearts decorated the white painted wood. In small black letters was this.

                 "That's what she said.
            Here lies Y/n, my best friend
            May she live forever in every
                            joke we tell"

I smiled at my grave. A highly unusual thing to do I suppose, but I wiped my tears away knowing how much Chuck and I cared for each other. God I love that monster. Laughing I crawled into my grave, the whole six feet. Content I just laid down, almost like I was going to sleep. Crossing my arms over my chest and closing my eyes I started talking to George.

"So I had another near death experience George." The dirt was soft, enveloping me in a comforting hug. "Got banished, came back. Might get killed or something by Paul, I dunno.  Right now though I kinda screwed up. One of my friends who really liked me is probably super sad because I'm dating Gally now. I didn't really think about him when I did it and now I feel pretty rotten. I know your dead and stuff but it's still pretty nice when you listen. One way or another I'm sure I'll probably be dead soon because I don't think. That's what Newt says at least. The thing is I don't know how to stop, I just keep going and going and going. I want to be good but who knows...maybe I'm just an awful person."

I took a deep breath stretching my arms out in a snow angel position. Maybe I could just stay dead. Forever. Let tree trunk roots invade my lungs. Maybe that's the only way I would stop.

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"Pass the bread huzzah my good friend. Let's toast to tricking the glade!" I raised my jar filled with orange juice to the sky.

"Huzzah!" Chuck laughed passing the doughy warm bread in exchange for a few peas off my plate.

"Here, here." Gally brought his own cup to mine making a sharp clinking noise. "I toast to finishing the bed today."

"Huzzah!" Chuck and I said simultaneously. Then Chuck was next.

"I...toast to Frypan's stew as horrible as it is." I clapped in agreement.

"As dreadful as it is!"

"As dreadful as it is." Gally repeated as we all took a swig of our drinks. We all ate in a circle crowning the middle of the treehouse. Eating in the treehouse was going to be a regular until I got the balls to confront Zart. I even got out of kitchen duty by reminding Newt of all the sharp things and weapons in the kitchen. He instead assigned me to the medjacks for the rest of the week.

The only light illuminating the treehouse was a candle I'd stolen from the homestead. Newt said no such thing about arson so I figured it'd be fine. Encapsulated by the dancing light I almost brought my fingers to it.

"Y/n don't be messing with the fire." Gally ordered digging into his meal. "Glader did that one time, burnt his hand off." I grinned at him, running my hand across the flames. They licked my skin for a brief second but because I had been quick I cheated pain. Chuck snickered at my antics, only stifling himself when Gally knitted his brows. "Don't encourage them." Chuck ignored him saying.

"Do it again y/n!"

"Okay." And I did only this time when I tried I miscalculated and my hand made contact with the melting candle instead. We all watched in horror as it tilted over, hitting the ground.

"That's just it y/n you never think. It's always just do and deal with the consequences later."

Newt's voice echoed in the back of my head, taunting me like an annoying itch. This one time even though my not thinking had caused the situation, it was the action that saved us from it.

Just as the flames started to scorch the wood I grabbed my orange juice and splashed it across the angry fire. Slapping it with my hand, killing it in the process. Until all that remained was a tiny black mark on the floor. Out of breath I said.

"Well I guess Sunny D is more than just a pussy flavor."