PART ONE (the semi-serious version)
Watching the subjects carrying out the same jobs day in and day out makes for a boring job...but! What if there was a little spin to all this monitoring?
And so began....the betting pool!
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WICKED Headquarters — Surveillance Room
Five employees are gathered around the surveillance monitors, watching the screens attentively. Two subjects of Group A are displayed onscreen. They're standing quite close to each other, both grinning over a joke that one of them has told. The speakers next to the monitors crackle to life at the sound of the subject's voice.
TIM: You know what, Jack? I have something to confess.
An employee gasps. Could this be?
JACK (confused): Confess what?
TIM: Honestly, I love you.
There's a sudden whoop and broad grins spread across the faces of three of the WICKED employees. The other two employees don't react, eyes still glued to the screen.
EMPLOYEE 1 (whispering): We can't lose this bet! I thought you said they only have platonic feelings for each other!
EMP. 2: I know what I said! I didn't take psychology for nothing. Just watch!
Emp. 2 points to the monitor where the subject, Jack, has dropped his jaw.
JACK (surprised): You love me?
TIM: Yeah, shank. You're like a brother to me. :)
JACK: That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me...I love you too, shank. :')
The subjects hug each other tightly, laughing lightly when they break away.
The two employees whoop this time. One of the other three employees give out a devastated groan and the other two stare sullenly at the whooping employees. The sullenness only increases when Emp. 2 makes the "pay up" gesture.
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A doctor stares intently at the screen. She has faith that the subject — Jackson, she remembers — will actually succeed this day.
Leo, the subject of Jackson's affections, is wiping strands of hair from his scissors when Jackson approaches him. The taller boy has a single dandelion in his hand, a weed that somehow managed to grow in the grounds of the 'Deadheads'.
JACKSON: Leo!
Leo looks up, smiling slightly when he sees his friend.
LEO: Hey, Jackson.
Jackson offers the dandelion. His smile turning shy as Leo accepts it.
LEO (observing the dandelion): A flower?
JACKSON: Yeah, I just thought you might like it. And, uh, I guess that it's my way of, um, confessing.
The doctor cringes at that. She can't blame the subject for the awkwardness though; romance wasn't exactly high on their list of priorities when it came to teaching the subjects.
From the back of the room, she hears a pitying "oof" from one of her colleagues. She nods in agreement with that.
Onscreen, Leo seems to be taken aback by Jackson's words. Jackson himself is steadily turning redder as the silence between the two subjects stretches.
JACKSON: Aren't you going to say anything?
Leo shakes his head quickly, as if he has suddenly snapped back to his senses.
LEO: You love me.....as a friend?
Jackson's expression droops. He gives an awkward smile before running away from Leo and towards the building in the corner of the Glade.
The doctor barely stops herself from slamming her head against the table. The laughter ringing out from a few of her colleagues only makes her feel worse.
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Gathering of Imagines
Fanfiction"gladers salute!" - the maze runner imagines © Thominewt_for_life 2017
