In These Walls (Newt x reader)

Two

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I worked almost quietly with Ben in the garden. Today marked the day that the fifth Greenie that would come up since I've been in the Glade. Alby had offered for me to be the person to welcome new Greenies into the Glade, as well as give the tour. He didn't say it directly, but implied he thought it'd help me feel better, especially with my nightmares. I agreed, and besides I didn't mind introducing Greenies to the Glade. 

"Someone's happy." Ben noted as he finished his row. I shrugged, pausing briefly, spade in hand. I was opposite of him, making holes for new seeds. 

"I'm always happy when a new Greenie comes up." I replied as I made my last hole. Ben smiled, turning to go get the seeds. It wasn't until he turned to me, burlap bag in hand, that he spoke again.  

"I know. It's almost as if you don't enjoy us, always excited for someone else new to come up." Ben said, frowning. The bag was dropped to the ground so Ben could place his face into his hands, faking crying. I huffed a laugh at the behavior, shaking my head at him. 

"You know that isn't true. I love you guys." My smile fell as Ben peeked at me. "It's just... something is different. It isn't just the fact I lost memories. I've lost something else too. It's a feeling." I pushed back, resting my weight on my heels as Ben started planting seeds. Ben hummed, nodding as he frowned too. 

"I know what you mean. Maybe we would know if we still had our memories. I wish I could remember what we lost." I sighed, watching him. 

"Me too." I murmured. Soon, I was moving to pulling weeds as Ben finished the work we had started. I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn't realize the alarm that had sounded was the Box coming up. I felt a tug in my stomach, one that was harsh. I looked up, confused until Ben was offering his hand to me. 

"Are you coming, or what? I thought you were excited for the Greenie." Ben told me, a smile pulling at his lips, I grabbed his hand, letting him pull me up, then we both hurried to the box. The tugging grew stronger, now a feeling in my head as I approached the metal of the opening. I sat down at the gate, pulling at my fingers as I looked down. I could hear the whirring of the gears of the Box as it grew closer, clanking its way to us. I began to wonder about this new Greenie, first on how they were feeling. I remember what it was like being in the Box myself, how scared I was being surrounded in the dark. Then I was thinking on what their name would be, or the job they might have. 

With this Greenie, Alby planned for more changes to happen. The biggest one was the creation of a new job: the Runners. These would be the people to explore what was beyond the walls that surrounded the Glade. We figured there must be more out there, especially from what the window lets us glimpse of the walls shifting and changing. Besides that window, we knew the doors of the walls closed every night, and opened each morning. In addition to moving walls, this week we began to hear something else that explored whatever was beyond the walls at night. Alby wanted our starting number to be three, enough that we wouldn't suffer too much from less numbers working in the Glade. The Runners would explore together, and come back before the doors closed each night. 

I was broken from my thoughts when the entrance of the Box began to open up. Inside was our monthly supplies, as always, as well as a new boy. He held a hand up, trying to block the sun as he squinted his eyes at us. The boy pushed up, his blonde hair lighting up in the sun. He turned, looking at us, only stopping when his dark brown eyes met mine. I felt myself pause as I looked at him. The tugging had stopped as the boy shifted on his feet. 

"Where am I? Who are you?" The boy had an accent, and something pulled in my mind. I recognized that voice, I knew it deep down. 

"I'm (y/n), and you're in the Glade," I started. The boy turned back to me, a frown on his lips still.