The Greenie

Chapter 6

A/N: before we begin can we just appreciate how fine TBS is in the gif like... omg

I woke up with a start. My eyes dashed open just to see Newt shaking me to get me up.

"Let's get up and get the day started Saige," he smiled.

"How do you have so much energy," I asked, still half asleep.

"I just do, I guess. Well, since you're somewhat up," he looked me up and down, "I'll leave and let you get ready."

"Alright see ya," I replied waving him off. I groaned as I tied back up my combat boots and brushed off my outfit. I never really took into account what I was wearing, but it ended up being tight, black, ripped jeans, a sage green (pun intended), tank top, and an oversized black flannel tied around my waist. It was dirty so I laid it on a shelf in Newt's tent. I felt my shoulders and winced when I realized how burnt they were, practically peeling to be exact. I searched the room for another possible option to cover my shoulders until I found another top. It was a black crew-neck sweatshirt that was just a tab bit over-sized. "Perfect," I whispered. I stepped out of the tent and made my way towards the kitchen to get some breakfast. As I walked by the tables I felt stares, they felt like bullets being shot into my back. Finally, I made my way up to Fry.

"Good morning princ-" he stopped mid sentence the second he looked up at me.

"Ok! Why do people keep looking at me like that!"

"Because you, my friend, are wearing Newt's sweatshirt."

"So," I retorted back at him, "It was there so I took it."

"Yeah Saige, I don't think you get it. That's Newts sweatshirt, like HIS. We all share clothes here, but Newt doesn't let anyone touch it."

"Should I take it off," I questioned.

"I mean, if you don't wanna risk fate I would." Fry laughed as he plopped eggs on my platter. I started to take it off just as Fry mumbled, "Might be a bit too late for that Greenie." Uh oh. Newt walked right up to me.

"So, you're stealing my bed, and now my clothes. What's it gonna be next... my last-." he stuttered this, "nevermind,"

"Here ya go," I say after taking the sweatshirt off.

"No it's fine," he hands me the sweatshirt back, "your shoulders look worse by the second." I slowly put the sweatshirt back on, still astonished. I headed towards an empty table.

"So, I'm gonna be a slopper today right," I asked Newt the second he sat down.

"Yeah, you excited?"

"Nope," I responded popping the "p", "not at all,"

"Welp you gotta try it."

"Ughhh, I know."

"Well I will tell you this, Winston, the keeper, enjoys his job a bit too much."

"You're kidding right."

"Nope," he responded quickly.

"So you're telling me that I not only have to spend a day killing animals, but I also have to spend it with a kid who enjoys doing that morbid activity."

Newt laughed at my response, "Yeah basically. It seems like time to go anyway, so let's head off." He grabbed my arm and basically had to drag me to the bloodhouse.

"Hey Saige," a kid said. I assumed he was Winston, "welcome to Hell," he opened the door to the bloodhouse. 

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A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry about the long wait for this chapter but I have had major writers block. Also so sorry considering how short it is also. Anyways that y'all so much for 53 reads! That's honestly amazing!! I love you all so much <3 Thanks for all the support and don't be afraid to vote, comment, and follow. THANKS :D <3