Please Tommy: Maze Runner One Shots & Imagines [On Hold]

An Interview

Thomas could put up with a lot of emotions. Anger, fear, hatred, confusion. But he couldn't deal with guilt. Perhaps because he knew guilt only came when he was the one at fault. Whatever the reason, the less Thomas had to deal with guilt the better.
Keeping that in mind, Thomas had no idea why he agreed to work with WICKED. The workers of WICKED didn't know what guilt was and without guilt evil didn't feel so evil. Throwing his friends into a giant death trap, deep down Thomas knew that was wrong. But WICKED told him the cause justified all of it. At this point, Thomas had no choice but to believe him. He'd already done too much to begin to question himself now.
So walking down the dimly lit corridor, Thomas didn't dwell upon the things WICKED had already done. Instead he looked to the future. What choice did he have? The director, the only person of authority above him at this point, was already half way to the Gone. Dwell on the past much longer and WICKED wouldn't have a future.
Thomas let himself into a small office. Not his office. Thomas didn't do interviews in his office, as the Ping pong table was viewed as unprofessional.  Inside was a middle aged gentleman whose pointy features reminded Thomas of those of a rat.
"Mr. Janson?" He asked.
The man stood, holding out his hand. Thomas shook it. "Yes." The man said. "Mr.....?"
"Please call me Thomas."
"Very nice to meet you, Thomas."
Thomas gestured to a chair. "Please have a seat." As they sat, Thomas launched into the interview he'd gone through so many times in his head.
"Mr. Janson, do you know what we do here at WICKED??"
"I have an idea, sir."
It took all Thomas had inside of him not to burst out laughing. Nobody called him sir. Thomas focused. "WICKED, as menacing as it may sound, stands for World in Catastrophe: Killzone Expirement Department. What exactly that means could take hours to explain but I'll bring it down to this. There is a world..." Thomas chose his words carefully. "Phenomenon going on right now which the world has dubbed the 'Flare.' WICKED rose from the ashes of the catastrophe the Flare caused in a last ditched effort to save humanity. Nearly a decade later, we have expanded our reach worldwide and are on the brink of our only goal. A cure."
Mr. Janson ears perked up at this.
"Mr. Janson, you must understand why WICKED is so hesitant to hire on new hands. As Executive Director, you would not only have the fate of the company on your shoulders, but that of the world."
Mr. Janson was silent, trying no doubt to think of something impressive and professional to say. Once again, Thomas wanted to laugh. If only the poor man knew that this "interview" was only protocol. WICKED had done a thorough background check on him before he even knew there was an opening. Heck, the man had been hired before he even applied. Thomas allowed himself a chuckle. Mr. Janson gave him a confused look.
"So you must understand," Thomas said. "What a privilege it is to consider yourself Executive Director of WICKED." Thomas stood up, Janson mirroring his moves. They shook hands.

"Welcome to WICKED, Mr. Janson."

Well, that was interesting to write!!!! I enjoyed it. What did you think? Do you like pre-maze Tom-Tom? Is it possible to dislike Tommy? Will Tom ever get a decent nickname? Will he ever realize that his one true love is the sandwich waiting for him in the kitchen? All this and more next time I feel like writing.
>>Adry Grace