Questions: Gally x Reader

Questions: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Morning came, and a new job: Slicers. You very quickly learned you had no talent in butchering animals and had no desire to do so for any amount of your time in the Glade. After hours of hand gestures and pleading glances, Winston, the Keeper of the Slicers, finally relented.

"Oh, get out of here." He sighed, waving you away. "You're no slicer, that's for sure, and you're only making more work for me. Get out!"

You were already out the door.

Your first stop was the bathrooms to wash off which, thankfully, were empty. Next, the doors again. You had to go every day. You had to hear the voices. You had to piece together all the parts of their message. Otherwise...

You would fail.

You had never considered what the consequences would be if you did fail. You never really had to... all you had to do was obey your orders. But now, as you took your slow walk out to the doors, you did consider.

You would be mute forever, you supposed, or you would die. Neither was desirable. You knew the chain of events caused by your arrival was planned from the beginning, a slow way to introduce the experiments to a world outside their walls. But if you didn't regain your voice and tell them what they forgot?

They'd find someone else. Send someone who would succeed. But it wouldn't be you. You wouldn't be able to tell that one, very special Glader all the memories you shared... the ones he had forgotten.

You sat back down in the grass, staring at the walls. You didn't hear the voices yet. But they were out there... waiting for you.

Meanwhile, your thoughtful form had caught the attention of one very annoyed Builder halfway across the Glade. The minute he saw you, he stormed over to where Alby was talking to Zart.

"Alby, we need to talk. Keeper to Keeper."

"As you can see, Alby, I'm already talking to a Keeper-"

"It's important. Now." Gally said briskly, walking away as he did. Alby sighed, used to Gally's antics by now.

"Gally, what is it now?"

Gally pointed to you, sitting quietly in the grass a few yards from the doors.

"The greenie."

"What about the greenie?"

"Don't you see? They're just sitting there."

"So? No laws against sitting in the Glade."

"But shouldn't they be working? There is a law against slacking off!"

"Winston dismissed them for the day. Not that it is any of your business..." Alby trailed off, accusation in his voice. Gally didn't take the hint.

"But they haven't said a word since they got here! Don't you think that's suspicious?"

"They've only been here a few days, Gally. You remember how the first few days were, don't you? They'll talk when they're ready."

Gally huffed.

"I don't like them. I just don't like them."

"Could this have anything to with the fact that the greenie beat you in the Ring or-"

"NO! No... nothing to do with that. I just think-"

"Then we don't have an issue. Maybe you should get back to work."

Gally pursed his lips, staring at Alby. Alby nodded seriously, nonverbally ending the conversation. Gally grunted in annoyance and left to take his anger out of the other Builders. Alby stared after him a moment, then glanced over at you. He did have a lot of questions... But they weren't for today.

So, he left you to stare at the walls and listen for voices no one else could hear.