Authors Note:

Hi! Welcome to the Glade Greenie! This is a clean and sometimes fluffy maze runner fanfic mostly just one shot.

In this book, I may have some (NewtxReader) (MinhoxReader) or (Thomasxreader) chapters but we shall see! These are mainly for my enjoyment and just for improving my mental state. ♥️ i love you ! and i hope you feel at home in the Glade like i do.

iamDoubleAgent1

Chapter 1

The whir of the box siren echoed all throughout the glade, several gladers already Jogging over to the box to open it up for a new scared greenie and supplies.

Newt was the first one to reach the doors, Gally right behind him.

Alby and Zart stood off on each side, ready to pull open the doors.

"Alright Zarty, , now don't injure that shoulder of yours, Grandpa!" Gally called out, laughter echoing through each of the boys.

Zart was somehow notorious for having to visit the med-Jacks every week for somekind of treatment on his shoulder.

It was believed he had injured it coming up in the box.

The sun glared down at them as the doors creaked open slowly.

60 faces all stared down into the box at a chubby shaking and quiet smelly Greenie.

His curly head looked up at them, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Where am i? Who are you? Did i do something?" a rapid fire of questions came out of the boys mouth before any of the Gladers had a chance to answer.

"Talkative ain't ya Greenie?" Gally grunted, jumping down in the box.

"Can you remember your name?" Newt asked kindly, extending his hand.

"Ch- Chuck ." the boy stammered, promptly klunking his pants once again.

"BAGGGGHHHHHHH" came a large cry of several animals

"They Sent us Goats!!" someone shouted.

"Do we have space for them?" someone else, most likely one of the Farmers called out.

"Don't panic guys! Its just like when we got the cows before!" Alby cheerfully calmed everyones anxiety as Newt, frypan and Gally all worked to get Chuck out of the pit.

"Clint, Jeff, take care of the greenie first." Alby laughed as the young boy who couldn't have been more than 12 or 13 years old.

This thought however made Alby sigh, so young to have his life stolen away from him.

Too young.

He just hoped a griever didn't eat the boy.

That night at the bonfire, the Gladers made sure to make Chuck feel welcome. But the young boy could do nothing but sit solemnly by himself and cry from time to time.

Newt was thankful that Gally for once made things a little easier on the poor boy.

"How many goats did we get?" Frypan asked, his bright smile lighting up in the twilight darkness.

"Six" Newt replied " Poor little greenie, stuck in the box with all those goats. Surprised he aint dead."

"They were all in crates fry, unlike the chickens."

"Ahh so while poor Gally is now terrified of chickens cause of his ride, greenie won't be scared of goats, haha we should make him work as a trackhoe or a blood houser or a slicer."

"Or we should let him taste test all your cooking for us!" Clint and Jeff, the Med jacks joked as they walked by.

"Very funny guys! Just you wait till i put something in your stew that even your shuck med jack noses wont be able to smell out!" Frypan threatened, but there was a goodnatured air of the threat, showing he didn't mean it.

"What ever would we do without you fry?" Minho, one of the runners rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself over his food.

"You would starve." Fry smirked, clanking his spoon against the pot.

"Come and get it!"

Chuck, who had been sitting near the serving table, screeched as a horde of hungry and large boys all rushed at the same time towards him.

Newt saw this and jumped in to extend his hand towards the boy.

"Come on, won't do to get you trampled on your first day would it?"

"No- no it wouldnt-."

Newt slung his arm around the young boys shoulders and as they walked, Chuck felt a little peace.

He hoped things would be peaceful for quite sometime.

Sorry, i know that was short but i promise ill write more soon!!!