Gathering of Imagines

How he survived? I do not know

Thomas's third day in the Glade

Thomas has been tasked with being a cook for Frypan!

Nothing could go wrong, right?

FRYPAN: THOMAS

FRYPAN: WHY IS ONE OF MY POTS ON FIRE?!

THOMAS (in a nervous voice): Look, Frypan, uh, I can explain..

FRYPAN (ignoring Thomas): DID YOU SHUCKING POUR IN SALT INSTEAD OF SUGAR?!

THOMAS: Of course not! (hiding salt box behind his back) I couldn't even find the salt!

FRYPAN (turning around to find salt): NOW, WHERE IS MY SALT?!

While Frypan's back is turned, Thomas throws the salt box out the window.

GLADER: Ouch!

GALLY (bursting in, carrying the salt box): Frypan! Why the shuck are you throwing out salt?!

GALLY (putting salt box on counter): Jeez, keep your cooks under control! (leaves)

Frypan very slowly turns back to Thomas like he's about to kill —ahem— lecture him

FRYPAN (in a scarily low voice): Thomas...

THOMAS (gulping nervously): Ye- Yeah?

FRYPAN: I didn't think I could ever, ever, ever have as little faith in someone until I met you.

Thomas makes a run for it, but Frypan grabs a weapon before he starts chasing him.

—Meanwhile, on the other side of the Glade—

Minho jogs up to Alby and Newt when he finishes drawing the maps.

MINHO: So, who did you put the Greenie with today?

Before either leader could reply, a scream is heard.

All three turn their heads to see Thomas running from an enraged Frypan carrying a, uh, frying pan?

MINHO: Never mind, you don't need to answer.

ALBY (sighs while facepalming): At least it was better than yesterday.

—FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY—

Thomas is tasked with being a Slicer for Winston!

THOMAS: Hey, Winston! Is this meat okay?

WINSTON (turning around): THOMAS WHAT THE SHUCK

THOMAS (blinking): What?

WINSTON (grabbing Bark): We do not eat dogs here! Did you not hear what I said?

THOMAS: You said to grab meat, any meat! So I did. What's- OH SHUCK

Thomas bolts out of the Bloodhouse, Winston chasing him with a butcher knife, Bark trailing behind them.

In the distance, Alby and the Med-jacks have started running after them.