You wake up late, to someone shaking your shoulder and yelling in your ear.
"WAKE UP GREENIE!"
You groan and mumble as you wrench your eyelids open. A round face stares down at you. "HOW YA GOIN', SHANK?" he yells in a high-pitched squeal.
Oh god... you think. "MY NAME'S CHUCK AND YOU GET T' START TRYING OUT JOBS TODAY! HOW'S THAT SOUND GREENIE?!"
"Wonderful," you moan, and flip over, before sliding out of the bed and running a hand through your ruffled h/c hair.
Chuck tugs you to your door and shoves it open, tugging you down the stairs.
"YOU GET TO TRY OUT THE TRACK-HOES FIRST!"
He gestures at a lean figure leaning against a tall, wooden structure. "There's Zart, the Keeper of the Track-hoes. He'll be telling you what to do and you better listen!" He winks and then skips away.
"Uh, hi," you say as soon as you reach Zart.
He nods in your direction. "We'll start you of with planting the seeds - over there." He points at a row of freshly dug trenches. Your heart skips a beat when you see Newt a few metres away watering some seedlings.
***
After a few hours of work and an unappetizing (at least to you) lunch, Zart pats you on the back. "Good work today, Greenie. I must say, you are the easiest newbie we've had. No questions asked, does work without complaining. I'll say you'll remember your name soon. You're the brightest spark in this sorry selection."
You nod slowly.
"Well, I'll be seeing you around. Good luck tomorrow, you're with the Slicers."
YOU ARE READING
Newt x Reader
Fanfictiony/n (your name) has been depressed ever since she came up in the Box. When she starts harming herself, Newt notices and tries to help.
