Chapter 2: Thomas

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'Stiles' continued to give him a look of pure confusion, the name not ringing a bell to him. In fact, he began wondering if what the newbie called him was even a name at all. He could tell that the male was referring to him though as his dark hues pierced right through him.

"I think you've got me mistaken for someone else," the male finally answers. "My name is Thomas."

Scott blinked a few times, disbelieving to what he'd just heard.

Even the pack members were astonished when they laid their eyes on the Stiles look alike. They were just as convinced as their leader that that was indeed Stiles. At first, they just thought he was joking around with them like he usually did. However, no humorous and witty jokes spilled out from the boy's lips, just complete and utter silence after.

Gally strode over to Thomas, patting him on the shoulder blade a few times. "Aren't you popular?" He then fixed his eyes back on the new greenies. "Welp, I suppose you guys should make yourselves at home but don't get too comfy. You'll still have to do your part of course…"

"What do you mean do our part?" Kira stepped forward, eagerly wanting to know what they'd be doing exactly.

"What I mean is that no one is allowed to get lazy and slack off while others work. Since you're in the Glades now, you're going to have to do your part like the rest of us." Gally replied back easily. "Newt, Thomas, why don't you show our new greenies the ropes and make sure they don't try anything funny."

Newt exchanged glances with Thomas and they both reluctantly agreed.

Usually Chuck would be the one to show others around but he would most likely be the one to start helping the others with setting up the newbies hammocks so they'd have a place to sleep at night. And with that, the gladers began to disperse back to their earlier activities and jobs, leaving Newt and Thomas to deal with the pack.

"That guy is getting on my last nerve," Derek growled next to Scott as he watched Gally retreat back to the campsite area. He was doing his best to not shred him to tiny pieces and for him, it was very hard not to.

Scott sighed hopelessly. What in the world was he going to do with him? He was positive that if he didn't keep a close eye on Derek, he would surely carry out with what he was planning. It probably wouldn't be in their best interest to start a brawl with these people; especially the ones carrying around the sharply pointed spears.

"Are you guys ready for the tour? Trust me when I say there isn't too much to see," Newt tells them with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, just give us a moment." Kira pulled Scott's arm as the pack gathered in a little group, huddling together. "Are you okay with this?" She asked Scott with a puzzled look.

"Wha- Of course not," he replied back hastily. "But remember what that Gally dude said before? Supposedly there isn't a way out of here," he reminds the pack.

"Well, we don't know that yet. There could be a secret way of getting out or something," Lydia suggested. "We don't know very much just yet." After all, they did just arrive there like ten minutes ago. Not many people learn anything within the first minutes of arrival.

"That's what I was thinking," Malia agrees. "How else do they get all of these resources and live in a closed off space?"

Thinking deeply about their current situation, their leader remained quiet for a long few moments. "I think for now we should just play along for now. See if we can find anything that seems off or suspicious. I don't think we should get on their bad sides; we don't know what they're capable of just yet."

"But we can easily find ou-"

"No Derek," Lydia cuts him off.

Scott rolled his eyes. Yeah, Derek is going to be a problem.

"What're we going to do about erm- Stiles?" Malia mumbled, sneaking a glance at the look alike before meeting Scott's gaze.

Scott paused, unsure at first. He had forgotten about the male who looked identical to his best friend; so much that it was concerning. It was hard to tell if that was truly their Stiles or not. If it was, wouldn't he remember them upon first glance? Perhaps his memories were jumbled up and that's why he didn't recognize them?

"Maybe he's a shapeshifter?" It was as if Derek had read Scott's thoughts. "And that's why he looks so much like Stiles?"

"Usually shapeshifters can only transform into animals though, right?" Kira spoke, hints of curiosity in her voice. "Are there people who can manipulate another person's identity like that?"

"Honestly I'm not so sure anymore," Derek responded blatantly. "It was just a guess, I really doubt it's a shapeshifter, besides why steal Stiles identity anyways? Why not shapeshift into someone or something cooler?"

Scott turned his head towards Derek, scowling at the older male. He shook his head, "anyways, let's just stick with our plan for now. Play along and don't get yourself into any trouble. Let's try and stick together for now, okay?" It would probably be best, that way Scott could keep an eye on everyone.

Hopefully as time passes, they could figure out some more information of the Glades, the people, and of course, the mysterious Stiles doppelganger that they were so desperately wanting to know more about.

"Are you all done yet? It'll be dawn by the time you're finished," the blonde called out in a joking manner. Thomas letting out a chuckle next to him. To them, it felt like the newbies were talking for ages even though in reality it was only a few measly minutes.

The pack broke up out of their little circle and Scott nodded. "Yeah, we're done. Thanks for waiting," he tells them while taking a few steps towards them.

"Not at all, mate," Newt shrugged with a small smile. "Let's go, we'll show you around the campsite first."

Thomas gestured towards the direction. "This way," he smiled and began to lead the way with Newt close behind.

The pack listened attentively and followed without another word. Newt and Thomas led the way to the campsite, chatting with one another along the way. Scott couldn't help but listen in on the conversation and he found it rather peculiar that even the male's voice was a perfect match with Stiles. The male was convinced that he indeed the best friend he grew up with; however why could he not remember him? It made him frustrated.

Not only him though, he could tell the rest of the pack members were also the same way. They wondered what was wrong with him and why he was acting so strange. And the fact that he didn't lose his composure once upon seeing them rose red flags everywhere. There were many possibilities to consider and a ton of questions needing to be answered, hopefully some sooner than later.

As they arrived at the campsite, both Thomas and Newt began showing the pack around. They led them towards the hammocks where they'd be sleeping, then towards the main part of the campsite where they'd often throw celebrations for the new gladers or even sometimes just for their own enjoyment.

"There'll probably be a celebration tonight for them, huh?" Newt scanned the main campsite area. He spotted Gally and a few others nearby, fixing up what looked to be his special concoction of a drink. It made him laugh a little thinking of what the newbies would think of Gally's creation.

"Seems like it," Thomas says as he also observes Gally. It made him nauseous to even think about that drink. He remembered the first time he tried it, only to spit it out the next. Thomas didn't quite understand how the other gladers were able to drink it. He still hadn't got used to the taste just yet.

"A celebration?" Lydia asked from the group.

"Yeah, usually Gally and the others like to throw little parties for the new greenies. They're lots of fun, just you wait. I'm sure you'll have a blast," Newt beamed.

"Yeah...I'm sure we will." Derek flashes a forced smile. He wasn't really feeling this whole 'play along' act. He was really aching to get out of this place and hopefully that would be soon.

Kira made her way over to one of the nearby wooden logs as Malia went to accompany her. The tour was short and sweet and there wasn't exactly much else to see as they were already at the main area. For now, everyone just decided to relax.

Newt went to go help some of the other gladers set up the party for the pack, while Lydia joined Malia and Kira near the logs they were relaxing on. On the other hand, Derek, Scott and Thomas went to go help Chuck set up the rest of the hammocks so they'd have a place to sleep for the night. Otherwise, they'd have to make do with sleeping on the grass and that wasn't the most comfortable thing ever.

"Last one." Chuck finishes attaching the last side of the hammock to the tree with the help of Thomas. They then move away to appreciate their handy work momentarily.

"Why don't you try it out?" Thomas asked Scott as he signaled towards the hammock. Right next to them, Derek was already trying out his and by his expression, he seemed contempt with it.

With a nod of his head, Scott tried out his temporary bed. It was a lot different than sleeping on a bed, especially with the swinging affect. "It's not bad," he responds. "I'll get used to it, I'm sure."

"We all do," Thomas answered back right after.

As Scott got up from the swinging hammock, he noticed a voice calling out to them. With a quick gander in that direction, there stood a broad asian male who was fairly tall and tan. His features were well defined and his hair was spiked up perfectly.

"I guess the party finally started," Thomas assumed. It further proved to be true when the rest of the gladers began making their way over there. "We should go, wouldn't want to miss out on the all fun."

"You're right," Scott chuckled a little, however there was a long pause afterwards.

Thomas noticed there was something off about him immediately. "What's wrong?" He questioned.

Scott frowned, giving off an innocent puppy dog expression. He quickly shook his head when hearing the other male's voice. "It's nothing, really. You just...remind me of someone, that's all." It hadn't been very long but he was really starting to miss his best friend. He didn't even know if this person in front of him was him. He had his face, his voice, everything. The only thing vaguely different so far was his personality and the fact that he didn't remember him.

"Do we look similar?" Thomas asked curiously.

"Oh, you have no idea," Scott answered. And that was a fact.

END.

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Author's Note:

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So, I'm ending this chapter here. I hope it isn't too awful; honestly haven't been that inspired to write lately which sucks. I'm still wondering if I should add Stiles or not and make them two seperate people or just keep the focus on Thomas for this story. Let me know what you guys think and feel free to give some suggestions too. If I like them, I may include them in the story. I think I'm pretty open-minded at that lol~

But I apologize if the characters are OOC again. I'm going to try and work on that. Also, I'm sorry if there are a lot of errors, I'm going to be revising this when I get more time.

Leave a review if you'd like, it'd help me a lot!