"Pass me the pills." Chuck obliged handing them to me obediently. I unscrewed that cap, pouring the blue shaded capsules on the counter. Pulling them apart tediously, the small bit of powder emptied into our chocolate filled bowl.

"Isn't that a little much y/n?" Chuck asked. I must've added at least three quarters of the bottle into our batter.

"No. It's the perfect amount to make them shit their guts out." I muttered, bitterness lacing my voice. My hair was still stuck to my head in sticky sweat. I had wrapped my towel around my waist, still leaving my obnoxious hi-liter top to show. I snatched a wooden spoon up and whipped the batter around like I was a witch with my cauldron. "Get the chocolate chips." Chuck, my partner in crime, tore the top of the chocolate chip bag and poured them into the batter. "Spit in it." I ordered.

"What?" His eyes were wide with innocence.

"Don't argue, just do it Chuck." I said, wiping the back of my neck.

"Y/n..." He didn't look to sure about this. Still he had to do this. He had to stand up for himself. I couldn't protect him forever. This would be symbolic, almost a promise that he'd be okay without me.

"Do it." I grabbed the back of his shirt, bringing him closer to the bowl. "Don't you want to get revenge on those freaks. Those people who called you names, shoved you around, talked behind your back?!" Chuck licked his lips and gave in. He spit in it. "Good." I ruffled his hair. "Next time try like this." I hacked from the back of my throat and let a loogey drip down into the sweet mixture. It was yellowish and ugly. Perfect.

My empathy was gone, the baggers had took it away. Now they were gonna shit everything they had ever said out. Every evil, vile, disgusting thing.

Mixing it one more time I poured the sticky concoction into a pan expertly. Popping it in the oven we sat there and waited in silence. Almost as if we were grieving, emptying our pain into the brownies. All of our everything, infecting the soon to be retribution.

Ping

They were done. And soon the baggers would be too.

After letting them cool I divided them sharply, almost methodically, drawing the process out. I stacked them tantalizingly in a pyramid form. My ears pricked up from the calls of boys. They were here.

I turned the corner, holding the treats up like a 1950's house wife. Smiling like one too.

"Hey there y/n." One said leaning on a post.

"Whatta you got there?" Another eyed the brownies fixated.

"Oh just brownies!" I chirped. "I made some and I was thinking maybe you guys could sample them for me. It'd really be nice of you." I thrusted the plate toward them. It only took a matter of a seconds for them to disappear. Hands grabbing the poisoned treats and shoving them into the boy's mouths. Minho rounded the corner.

"Hey where's my brownie?"

"In the lake." I said shoving the plate onto his chest. "Maybe you should go find it." He rolled his eyes.

"Y/n." He stretched my name out. "Don't be like that dude. I didn't know you didn't want everyone to see." I turned away from him stubbornly.

"You still shouldn't have thrown me in without my permission." I said sorely.

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"Apologize." I huffed, crossing my arms. Almost as if he was forcing himself he let out a strangled.

"I'm sorry." Satisfied I nodded.

"Good. You sound like a dying cat by the way."

"Thanks." He walked off to sit at one of the tables.

"If we're saying' apologies I guess I should go next huh." Gally said, leaning on the counter.

"I guess you should." I mumbled. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Hey he didn't look half bad. Nah y/n don't think like that, jeez.

"I'm sorry." He looked at me apologetically. "I shouldn't have thought that you'd ever even lay a finger on that stupid Shank. It was a builder thing of me to do." Gally rubbed his head. "You know us, we got klunk for brains."

"Oh Gally." I sighed. "You're not dumb. Just stupid." He gave me a small tight lipped smile.

"I shouldn't of gotten jealous either. I don't even know why it bothered me. I guess it's just that not everyone wants to hang out with me and I wasn't used to it when you did. And I shouldn't have taken it for granted." I widened my eyes.

"Well why wouldn't anyone want to hang out with you? You with your lovely personality." I teased. He laughed. I actually made him laugh. For the first time ever. I felt something stir around my lungs, but I didn't know what it was. It ticked my ears.

"You're forgiven birdbrain" I smiled, placing a hand on his bare shoulder. "Now no more being weird. Just be nice. Got that?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." I smirked, shoving him backwards. I strolled over to the sink to rid the kitchen of any evidence. Someone tapped my shoulder.

"Hey."

"What's up Bitch."

"Y/n I didn't mean to forget you it just happened. I'm being honest."

"Whatever dude I forgive you. Zart got me out anyways."

"Thanks." Newt smiled and walked over to Alby.

"You're welcome." I hummed.

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This part reminds me of this song <3 // The Violet Hour// Sea Wolf//

The air finally started to cool in the evening as we sat for dinner. A meal of pizza. Frypan had made mine vegetarian of course. I invited Zart to sit next to us as a reward for saving me from the prison of a closet. As we munched on our food he looked like he'd just remembered something.

"Oh y/n!" He pulled a bag out of his pocket. "I got those violets you wanted." Thrilled I wrapped my arms around his own, pulling him close. I grabbed the bag and eagerly looked at the purpled hued petals.

"Awww these are perfect Zart!" I shook his arm in excitement. "Thanks man." I kissed his shoulder and turned my attention back to the pretty flowers. These would be perfect for the homestead. They'd really set the place off.

It was the least I could do for kicking and carving into it. When I turned back to thank him again, Zart had looked like he had just about melted.

"Oh sorry." I released his arm and placed my hands neatly in my lap.

"Don't be." He gulped. His face burned a deep scarlet. Newt coughed in an attempt to change the conversation.

"Well y/n, it's a good thing you liked making those brownies because at the keeper meeting we voted that you'd be helping Fry out as your job." The news made a grin fly up on my face.

"No friggin way man." He nodded. I leapt up from my seat and hugged him in a violent headlock. He struggled as I held him tightly and cackled. "I'm gonna be working with Frypan!" My stomach squirmed in excitement.

"That's right, now you think you can let me go." Newt choked.

"Awww you know you love me Newt!" I beamed and rubbed the top of his head brotherly like before letting go.

I settled back down feeling content with all the good things that happened before I heard something.

"Aw man I don't feel so good."

"Yeah me neither." Another bagger struggled to form his words.

"I gotta go!" The baggers almost simultaneously sprinted as fast as they could for the bathrooms. Chuck and I turned our heads to each other relishing the chaos we inflicted once again.