Gathering of Imagines

Frypan?

It's Dinner time in the Glade...

Alby and Thomas are eating together after Thomas's last day of being with the Keepers.

THOMAS: Alby, I've been wondering.

ALBY (already prepared for yet another stupid question from his Gladers): About what?

THOMAS: Why do you guys call Frypan Frypan? That can't be his real name, right?

Alby is startled. Nobody has ever questioned Frypan's name before. He reminisces on the first day that Frypan stopped being Siggy and started being Frypan.

—Many months ago, in the Deadheads—

ALBY: There he is!

NICK: GET HIM!

Two Gladers tackle one of the Runners to the ground. One of them pulls his shirt up.

STAN: See? I told you! I told you he'd been stung!

NICK: (sighs) I'm sorry, but rules are rules. And he's already broken all of them, none of which can be excused by him being stung. Because, one, he shouldn't have been in the maze in the first place. 

ALBY: Two, because he didn't tell anyone of the sting, he's been slacking off and leaving the other track-hoes to pick up his work.

NICK: And, three, he attacked Zart just because he accidentally bumped against him while he was weeding.

The other two Gladers look uncomfortable, thinking of their thrashing friend below them.

NICK: He must be banished. We can't favour anyone one of us over the other.

The Stung Glader suddenly pounces when his captors are distracted by the proclaimed banishment. He tackles Alby!

ALBY (struggling): Don't just stand there! Get the others!

Nick turns to the two Gladers. 

NICK: Get the Keepers! Quickly, we don't have much time before the doors close.

The two Gladers, suddenly frightened by their friend's frenzied state, rush off to obey their leaders. 

Alby manages to hold off the Stung Glader, but it's been a long day and he's getting tired. But like a Griever, his saviour appears from out of nowhere!

There is a loud THWACK! and the Stung Glader falls down, unconscious.

Alby pushes off the Stung Glader then pushes himself up. Nick, despite the peril Alby was in, is grinning like a madman. Alby glares at him but Nick doesn't stop grinning.

NICK: Siggy! (he pats Siggy on the back) I didn't think you actually had it in you!

Alby turns and notices the new Glader in the clearing. Or Gladers; he can see the other Keepers running up to them now.

GALLY: Holy klunk!

ZART: Did Siggy just knock him out?

CLINT: With a frying pan?

MINHO: Good job, Frypan! All those Gladers owe me one favour now.

Alby rubs his forehead. He's not awake enough to deal with this.

The story and, surprisingly, the nickname don't take long to spread across the Glade. Nick is the only one still calling the Keeper Siggy by the end of the month.

—Back to the Present—

Alby stares at Thomas, debating whether he should tell the Greenie the story.

He thinks of how Thomas's day with Winston and Frypan went. And promptly decides not to tell the troublesome Greenie.

ALBY: Frypan's really good at cooking with a frying pan? How can you not guess that?

THOMAS (stunned by the simple reasoning): What? Really? I thought there would be a story behind the name!

ALBY: There isn't one, Greenie.

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A/N: Okay, this ended up longer than I thought it'd be. If I word it a little better, do you guys think it could be an actual oneshot?

— Minho

Does anyone know the real reason behind the nickname? Please share. I NEED to know. Its a MUST.

— Newt