The Maze Runner Imagines

The Slicers | A Journal Entry

Your P.O.V

Entry number 11

Ive been here for almost two weeks and have gotten my job. I felt really upset when I was sent to be a "Slicer". I am glad they didn't put me as a Cook though. If they did they would've made the worst mistake, I think. I feel like I'm a horrible cook, maybe.

Anyways, Alby told me that Slicers is what almost every new "Greener"? "greenbeanie"?.. I'm not even sure what it's called. They talk very weird here. It's hard to use them in my own vocabulary but I very well know when someone is insulting someone else.

Winston, the "Keeper of the Slicers" has been teaching me the basics. It's really sad that my job is to kill the poor little animals, but it's all the food we've got.

Now, future me, who will hopefully be in a normal world again, you're probably wondering, "how the hell was I so okay with everything? How was I so calm?" Let me tell you this, I AM NOT! I'm not calm. I'm scared for my life, but I'm alive. So, I have to just blend in.

Im glad I started this journal thing. It does help a little with keeping me sane. You know what just came to mind? "You're just as sane as I am"... I'm not sure where that came from.. maybe my past life? I wish I knew more.

Now, more about what I have to do as a slice. Maybe writing about what I do will allow me to just let it go. Well (y/n), this is what I/you/we do (I do not know how to address myself...I'm funny)...

Well, I have to feed the lil animals and nurture them. I get to feed them and I even sneak in some of our food sometimes.. which I only just now, writing it, realized that I'm making the cannibals!!!! I'm a monster. Anyways, I just take care of them basically. As of now. I've written this like I've been doing it for years, but it's only been three days of working.

Now, for the horrible part. I fought Winston for this. I wanted badly not to witness and become a murderer, but he told me I had to do this or I'd never want to. I saw my first slaughter today. It was horrible. The piggy that I grew to love in three days, who was the oldest and chubbiest, was the one I had to kill. "I told you not to get attached and blah blah blah" is what Winston told me! I wanted to punch him. I cried and looked away when I had to end his lil life. Poor pig probably trusted me with his life.

I cried once I came to my hammock and took out this journal and started writing. Well, I am writing, but yeah I get the point, hopefully.

Anyways, there's basically my job as a Slicer.. it's not the best...probably the worst job. I mean, Chuck says he's got the worst job and everyone agrees, but I think being a Slicer is horrendous!! Well, this will be the end of this journal entry. We're having a gathering today about actually I don't even know. Bye, (y/n) (heheh that's me!). 

P.S: i just read through what I wrote, and I'm all over the place, oh well!