𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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.