We make Newt piss tears

(18 days till the next Greenie)


"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked as we stood in front of the farmhouse. The bright morning light washed itself on my skin. "The last time I tried being a slicer I passed out like a total gank."


"I don't understand why you don't use shank and all the other stuff we say." Newt nagged. "You need to start watching your language around Chuck."


"Sorry Amphibiboy but shuck just doesn't give me the same..." My hand gestures seemed to be over the top but just perfect for me. "Je n'est ce quoi as fuck." He looked at me in disapproval.


"You should be fine in the farmhouse. I already checked with Winston and he's not bloodyin' any animals up today." The wind blew Newt's hair astray, getting it all over his face. "All you have to do is feed some piggies and pet a few chickens."


"Sounds grrreat."


"Good that." He nudged me through the doors. "See ya later Greenbean."


"Bye." I whispered under my breath, my voice twinged with a little gloom. Newt's nickname just reminded me of how I didn't even have a real name. The stupid fucks that put me in here must've slipped up when I was on the operating table. Made me extra brilliant, hilarious, attractive, and amazing but forgot the single most important thing that tied me to my identity. My name.


Wow. I have to go through all this shit and they didn't even let me keep my name. I was filling my mind with hazy daydreams. Beautiful ones starring me dragging the creators by their hair, shoving them down a giant garbage disposal, and laughing with Chuck as we flipped the switch. Their nasty blood flying everywhere. Yup. That was the dream. Winston broke my concentration when he stepped into the room.


"Hi." He sighed, I could see the disdain in his face when he saw me.


"Oh hey." Looping my thumbs in my pants I asked. "So...uh kill any animals lately?"


"Just yesterday." His lips were tightened.


"Nice." I said, hoping we could finish up with the small talk. The physical gap between us made our comfort with the situation blaringly obvious.


"So..." Winston scratched at the nape of his neck. "You're uh gonna be feeding the animals today, cleaning up klunk. You can even give Bark a bath." He offered. "I think girls like dogs and stuff right?"


"Yeah, yeah."


"Okay then uh I'm gonna go do things." He started to walk off but then seemingly remembered something. He spun around quickly. "Oh and don't faint or anything again."


"Well I didn't faint I-" Winston didn't seem very interested. "Never mind." I plastered a smile across my face, dropping it as soon as he left.


I used a broom and a dustpan I'd found and cleaned up the pigs so called klunk. It looked horrible and smelled even worse. Bark seemed happy to see me from his constant face licking and wagging tail. He was a pretty little black lab who arrived some time ago. Chuck told me about him when I'd caught him stuffing food in his pockets at dinner. He told me he would always bring Bark a few pieces of food so he could enjoy some too.


Chuck was talkative for sure but he was also kind. I could always hear little jabs about him from the other gladers. Of course they would shut themselves up as soon as I would snap my head their direction. My heart ached to know that if I wasn't here he'd probably be getting a lot worse.


After washing Bark up, his shiny coat lay prominent in the buttered up sun. Finally it was time to feed the pigs. Winston directed me to a bucket filled with slop. I poured the leftovers into their trough, they swarmed around the food making adorable little grunts. As I crouched down at the animal's level I reached through their pen to pet them. The baby pig came right up to me, rubbing it's head up against my hand.


"Aww, hi there Romeo." I cooed. "You look like a Romeo."


"It looks like a pig." Winston was sitting in a corner sharpening his knife. "You really shouldn't name it." The little baby nudged my fingers with it's nose.


"Why not?!"


"Because it's food." Winston stared at me as he continually struck his knife against the sharpening tool. It made a distinct shwing with every stroke. I focused back on the flushed pigs, swatting flies off of them. "And everyone knows that-" Something clattered onto the floor.


"What?" I turned my head to see a wide eyed Winston clutching his hand.


"MotherShucker!" He cried. Blood was starting to drip onto the floor. "Shuck! Shuck! Shuck!"


"Holy fuck." I gaped at his fresh cut. "Are you okay?"


"No!" His voice raised to an unnaturally high pitch. Winston gawked at his hand trying to stifle the wounds flow with his shirt. "Here you can just have the rest of the day off okay!" He stumbled over to the door. "I gotta go to the medjacks!" I watched him run off, tripping over his own feet. Leaning over the pigs pen I gave them a secret smile.


"I'd say he got what he deserved." I murmured. "You guys aren't even, but it was still pretty fun to watch." The pigs black eyes shone up at me as they grunted in agreement. "Hey, I swear I'm gonna get you guys outta here soon. Scouts honor." I backed away, heading for the exit. "Stay strong comrades." Saluting them before walking out.


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The little things the Gladers called Beatle blades scurried upon the branches of the tree I was in front of. It was hulking, stretching out it's arms towards the sky. It was easily the tallest tree in the deadheads. Perfect for me. I started up the first branch, testing it's sturdiness.


Balancing on the thin bough I reached for another one and then another one. I was at the perfect height where I could see everyone but no one could see me unless they intentionally looked. I waited for someone to pass by as I leaned against the trunk. Funnily enough Gally was conveniently coming towards me. Aw man this was gonna be perfect.


I steadied myself to the middle of the branch, tightening my grip on the rough bark. As he got closer and closer butterflies leaped around in my rib cage. I was gonna get him so good, he wouldn't even see it coming.Β  Just as he came close to the tree I swung myself backwards clutching onto the tree with my legs. And then Gally's face was upside down. His eyebrows shot up more than I thought was even possible. He yelped, falling onto the downy grass.


"What the hell?! What was that for?!"


"For fun." I smirked.


"You are one shucked up in the head Greenie." He grumbled. "What are you even doing?" I crossed my arms.


"Oh you know me, just hanging around." I waggled my eyebrows as my body slightly swung back and forth. I laughed at my own pun.


"That's a terrible joke." Gally was laying down with his elbows propping him up.


"Why thank you, thank you very much." My core tightened as I found my way upright once again.


"You should really get down."


"Ooh or what?" I teased as I reached for another branch.


"Hey don't be stupid, just come down." I clambered up the branches, getting farther and farther away from the ground. "C'mon Greenie stop it!" I continued to weave through different leaves and twigs. "If you don't stop you're not just gonna be shucked, you're gonna be double shucked!" He yelled, worry woven into his words. I laughed, my hand reaching out for another branch. As I pulled myself up though, I heard something that made my stomach drop. A sickening crunch. Then I was in the air.


"Fuuuck!" I braced myself for impact and within seconds my body collided with the earth. My head landing with a thunk.


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Everything was warm, I could feel each thud of my heart bouncing against my bones. My vision blurred. I was on someone's lap. They held me close, rocking my back and forth. "What's your name little baby? Huh? Can you say your name?" I watched everything unfold disembodied from the toddler I knew to be me.


"Y/n!" I said. My voice wasn't fully formed and I struggled to string a word together.


"That's right! What a smart little girl." They hugged me tightly. "You're my smart little girl." They smelled so clean, their clothes were crisp and felt nice against my skin. Someone grabbed my arm pulling me away from the person. I didn't want to go back, I couldn't! My fingertips reached out for the person as I was dragged away. Snatched into the cold empty darkness. Surrounded in nothing but pain. Cold bone chilling pain.


"Greenie come on. You've gotta wake up Greenie." Someone shook me furiously. "Come on! Please!" They yelled. "Please!"


My eyelids seemed to be stuck together. As much as I didn't want to I had to open them for that voice. They needed me. With all of might I forced my eyes open. Blinding light incapacitated my every line of sight.


It felt like someone was playing tennis in my brain. Smacking the ball as hard as they could against my skull. My eyes grasping onto whatever shapes they could make out.


"Her eyes! They're open!" I grumbled and sank my hands into the ground. Dirt dusted itself on my skin. I was here I was in the glade. My eyes flitted around finally adjusting to the world.


I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. My entire body ached. But I was here, I was okay. I was alive. Newt was crouched next to me wiping tears off of his face.


"How many fingers is Chuck holding up?" Clint and Jeff stood over my sprawled out self.


"Eleven teen." I giggled. Newt looked at me, face red and snotty.


"You're stupid Greenie. You are so bloody stupid." He shook his head, trying to clean the muck off of his face.


"That's not my name." I mumbled. "My name's y/n." Smiling, I closed my eyes once again.

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