Hey guys! So this is a mix between Fluffy 's and MazeRunnerGirl's requests. So enjoy you two! I love the way this turned out.
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AsgardianGrizzly: Thanks! Ooh, I love your request. I also tend to be pretty dark. Definitely will happen, soon.
Fluffy: Yeah sorry about that. I tried to sort of incorporate your request into this, along with someone else's, so hopefully you like it! But I'll probably do a more Minewt centric chapter later.
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Newt watched as all the keepers filed into the Homestead and took their seats. He looked down at his notes. One of the Gladers, Darwy, had been caught slinking around the animal pens with a knife, and a few days later, Winston found three dead goats in the deadheads.
Darwy sat in the back, shoulder's slouched. His hands had been tied, in case he was dangerous. A punishment needed to be decided on. Alby walked in and sat next to Newt, and Minho sat nearest to the "prisoner", being the strongest and most able to restrain him.
"Order! Order!" Newt called out. Everyone immediately found a seat and quieted down.
"We are gathered to decide on punishment for Darwy of the Sloppers, on the charge of killing three goats," Alby bellowed in his official voice.
Newt made eye contact with each keeper, and finally Darwy.
"Everyone knows the rules, so go ahead and speak, starting with Gally, then Minho and on."
Gally cleared his throat.
"I want to know what he was doing with three goats in the woods," He started.
I assumed we all knew...
Newt jumped slightly at the voice in his head. Minho. The boys had figured out a week ago that they had some kind of connection, and Minho loved to use it at the worst times. The thing was, Newt couldn't do it back without straining himself, or making very obvious and very concerning facial expressions.
He glared at Minho, who grinned inconspicuously.
Three goats. One boy. Must have been a real party, if you know what I mean.
Newt's lip twitched upward. Gally noticed and scowled, pausing his monologue.
"As I was saying," He sneered, "I don't think we can decide on a real punishment without knowing the whole story!"
Newt nodded hurriedly, pretending to write some notes. All thoughts of having a serious Gathering had gone, leaving him with one desire: surviving Minho's torture.
They hadn't told anyone, considering it just another trick from the Creators, one that would expire soon. Newt sighed inwardly, wanting to yell at his friend. But he was sitting too far away.
What? I'm just having some fun! This klunk is boring!
Newt shook his head imperceptibly.
"Minho, it is your turn to speak," He said pointedly.
"Oh! I agree with Gally. He could've been performing some sadistic ritual for all we know," Minho chuckled, running his hand through his hair.
Newt moved his hand, again pretending to write. Another keeper began speaking, but Newt couldn't pay attention.
You think my hair is okay? I didn't get to spend as much time on it today, since some shanks called a Gathering.
An instinct to rebut boiled inside Newt.
Hey look at how bored Alby is! He's totally thinking about all the aimless walking around that he could be doing instead!
Newt glanced at Alby, who was resting his head against his hand and staring forward with a "kill me now" expression. He snorted slightly.
Seriously though, what does he even do? Give occasional advice to whatever unlucky shank runs into him? Give speeches to himself?
"Minho shut up," Newt mouthed, trying not to smile. He would definitely look slightly insane if he started cracking up in the middle of a Gathering, for no apparent reason.
One day, when I grow up, I want to be just like Princess Alby.
"Minho!" Newt mouthed again, trying not to look odd.
And what the shuck is up with Gally's eyebrows? He looks like he's sponsored by Nike or something!
Newt laughed into his hands, trying to pass it off as a cough. Alby looked at him strangely. Darwy was speaking now, explaining something about feeling trapped as a Slopper and feeling sudden urges to destroy things.
Not a great time to giggle like a maniac.
Come on, we all know he'll probably just be put in the slammer for a few days. Is this all really necessary?
Newt bit his hand. Casually, of course.
Mom? Where do baby grievers come from?
Newt glanced around the room. Only a few more people and then the Gathering would be pretty much over. And he could go clobber Minho.
Do you think there are grievers in all endless mazes? Cause I don't remember there being any in IKEA...
"What is wrong with you?" Newt mouthed again, but Minho ignored him.
"Newt!" Alby nudged him, and he realized everyone was waiting for him to speak.
"Um..." He looked down at the notes that didn't exist.
"Erm...I say Darwy should be sentenced to a week and half of the slammer, followed by banishment, if he doesn't learn...yeah..."
There was a beat of awkward silence, before Alby slowly blinked at him.
"I already said that. Just now."
Newt felt his face go hot.
"Oh...I know...I was just, um, agreeing," He fumbled.
Nice save, shank. How long did it take you to think that one up?
Newt lowered his head as Alby took the reigns, awkwardly trying to save the situation. Minho didn't speak again, and soon the Gathering was over. Newt received plenty of concerned glances as everyone filed out.
Finally it was just him and Minho.
"You're a bloody idiot," Newt said.
"Duly noted."
"Sponsored by Nike...," Newt muttered, laughing a bit, "what is wrong with you?"
Minho grinned.
"Ha! I was proud of that one!"
"I'm sure you were."
"If it makes you feel better, I think it wore off."
Newt sighed in relief, slinging an arm around his friend.
"Finally! Bugging creators were gonna drive me mad."
"Yeah. Those shuck-faces think our lives are some novel or something, and they can throw in whatever they want just because they're the all-powerful authors."
"Hopefully they won't kill us off right before the ending then, I hate when that happens in a story," Newt joked.
"Especially a series," Minho mused.
Newt nodded, laughing slightly at the impossible analogy.
*Sighs* I used to have a fourth wall, but now it's broken and I don't think Walmart or Amazon will have any replacements. Anyway though, I really loved writing this and I hope you guys loved reading it!
Wolf Out...