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"What if I want to be a Runner?"
Newt laughed, "Did you just not hear anything I said? No one wants to be a Runner, besides you gotta get chosen."
"Get chosen by who?"
A boy grunted as he twirled around to get pushed into Greenie. The newbie looked to see who was the pusher was, his eyes landing on Gally.
"How bout it, Greenie? Wanna see what your made of?"
Someone whooped behind Gally, who also started the chant 'Greenie!' (Y/n) raised his jar once Greenie made eye contact, a gesture for him to fight Gally.
Greenie ran at the older boy, getting thrown to the ground. (Y/n) sipped his moonshine, watching Greenie stood up near him.
"Come on, Greenie! Beat Gally's ass!"
Laughter erupted throughout the boys. The newbie threw himself at Gally, gripping around his waist. The two pushed back against the sand before Greenie slapped him on the back.
Gally fell into the sand, in front of (Y/n) who cheered for the boy. His foot kicked into Greenie's ankle, the new boy smacking his head on the sand.
Moments past, sounds of the Gladers disapproving Gally's move rippled through the crowd. Greenie scrambled to stand, sand flickering everywhere. "Hey! I remember my name! It's Thomas!" He yelled out, spinning around to look at everyone.
Alby stared at him, pointing with a large smile, "Thomas!"
Everyone cheered, huddling around the boy. (Y/n) handed a blue jar filled with moonshine, gripping Thomas's shoulder.
"Welcome home, Thomas."
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It was well into the night when Newt found (Y/n) picking away at a cat. He had woken up to see the Keeper's hammock empty. Newt had looked around and found the butcher sitting at the top of the wooden tower.
"You'd stayed up just to carve that?"
(Y/n) looked over his shoulder to see Newt sit down beside them. He smiled, turning his head back to continue.
"Nah, just couldn't sleep."
"Ah," Newt said quietly, watching the hands hold the piece of wood with such delicacy. Nightmares, Newt thought. The two touched knees, never minding the closeness.
"Thomas is dying to be a Runner."
His hands stopped, leaving the cat with a curled piece of wood for a minute before it was finally cut off. The trinket and knife getting discarded into his pocket.
"That kid is going to do something stupid, I can feel it."
Newt chuckled, "Are you going to try and stop him?"
