something related to cookie run wars maybe? you know- the zombie one? (sorry! went on a vacation with family!)
I'm gonna make it focus on Energy Drink after the apocalypse ended.
Sorry anon, but for some reason any time I continue to make progress on this, Tumblr eats it. I was gonna go in with how Energy Drink functions in the normal world they forgot, but again: Tumblr is eating any progress I make. I'm very sorry. Here's what I ended up getting done before it was eaten.
The sun shines high in the sky for the first time for a long time. The cure for the Jellywalker infected was found and administered to all of them, other than a few specimens Wasabi keeps in a hidden freezer as a just in case. The clear has been given to go back to normal, but still keep your eyes and ears open, because there could be some jellywalkers that unknowingly slipped away.
Even with the cure administered, there was still loss of friends and family members for multiple cookies for the jellywalkers that were killed. Though, at least things are back to normal for everyone for the most part... except for Energy Drink.
Being the first test of a cure, the jelly bear tank, they had lost their memories and all they knew was fighting and administering the real cure. The real cure didn't work for them though, so they have to still wear the tank to keep themselves alive, and every month or so, check in with Wasabi to make sure the tank remains functional.
"Ready for school tomorrow?" Newt asked, laying in the yard with Minho.
"Yes, Mum," Minho replied, rolling her eyes. Two can play at this game. "I'm so ready, and please don't give me the speech about making new friends..."
The boys attended WICKED (the boys' school, there's another girls' school). Akin to everyone else at school, Minho and Newt were Alphas. Everyone in WICKED was either an Alpha or a Beta. It was practically uncalled for Omegas to attend WICKED; it was harsh, but a simple rule of biology that Omegas were ranked "lower" than Alphas. Minho thought it was absolute klunk, but there was nothing he could do about the system.
You could easily tell who was an Omega, Beta, or Alpha by looking at the wings. The wings of Alphas were big and often coloured in darker shades. Minho's was navy blue, whereas Newt's was jet black. Betas all had silver wings with a rounded tip. Omegas had beautiful white wings like an angel, and they sometimes held coloured tips. Nowadays, you can rarely find people with coloured tips even if they were Omegas.
"Do you think there'll be an Omega at school?" Minho asked. They did this every year after hearing that there had been an Omega during Headmistress Paige's time (her name was Rachel). It had become somewhat of a tradition between the boys, though it had never come true.
"Probably not," Newt answered, as usual. Nothing new, then.
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"Welcome, welcome!" Headmistress Paige's voice boomed through the big auditorium. Although being an elite school, they only had around a hundred students, the boys still took up a lot of the room as the wings of each boy took up the space needed for 3 chairs. "New students, please stand up."
Four people stood up, but the only person Minho could focus on was a cute boy with white wings with navy blue tips. "An Omega," he breathed out to Newt, who looked just as awed.
Taking a look at the rest of the small boy's features (he was sitting quite close to them), he noticed moles scattered on his face, forming a constellation of larger beauty marks and tiny freckles; a cute button nose, scrunching up adorably when everyone's attention focused on its owner; a lean frame with the most luxurious butt; plush cupid brow lips, a rosy shade adorning it; and chocolate tuffs blooming from the top of his head. It had an artfully styled look, but it was genuine "I forgot to do my hair in the morning" messy.
"Oooh, Minho's in looooove!" Newt sang, hooking an arm across Alby's shoulders. Alby was another Alpha who just so happened to be Newt's mate. Did Minho mention that? No, he didn't, and that might have to do with the fact that Newt found his mate before Minho did.
"Shut up, I am not!" Minho huffed.
"Well, Lover Boy," Newt drawled, shaking his head. "If you're not, you would've noticed that Paige asked them to sit down ages ago."
"R-Right," Minho stammered. What the shuck? He never stammered. "I totally noticed that."
"Totally," Newt hummed. "Paige is talking now, might wanna listen."
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"I trust that you have received your schedules and your dorm arrangements, everyone?" Paige said, raising a brow. "Please speak to a teacher if you do not have it."
Minho peered at his dorm arrangements. Each dorm had 2 people living in it, and he was with Newt last year, hence why they became really good friends, if not the fact that they were fighting over room for their wings. The compromise was that they took turns with wing-space.
Dang, it. Not Newt. Some shank named Thomas Green?
He supposed they'd just have to wait and find out who that was...
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"Who's the shank who's going to –––"
The new Greenie cut across Minho halfway through his sentence. It was that Omega, and he looked even cuter in person. "I'm Thomas! Wait, you already knew that...did you? I know your name from my dorm arrangements so I assume you know my name as well? I don't suppose –––" He cut himself off abruptly. "Well..."
"That was awkward," Minho completed for him. Honestly, he had no clue that he would be sharing with an adorable Omega. If he did, he would've made sure to make a better impression.
"I hate you, Teresa," Thomas muttered under his breath. "Wait, did I say that out loud?" Thomas' doe eyes widened, and Minho could see the flecks of gold near his pupils. There were 13. It only made Minho more attracted to the boy, to be honest, not that he needed to know that.
"Yes," Minho said awkwardly, his brows going up. "Who's Teresa?"
"Teresa's my sister," Thomas answered breathlessly. "She told me to 'be myself' when I come to school, and 'myself' is rambling. Lots of it. I'm sorry." He looked really sorry about it, and Minho wondered what his sister said about his 'myself'.
"It's fine," Minho sighed. "Your wings are beautiful," he added, just to defuse the tension.
Thomas squeaked. "Really? No one's ever told me that before... Your wings are nice, too!"
"You're also the first Omega since forever," Minho announced gently, not wishing to annoy the Greenie (hilarious) but the other Gladers would pester him about it anyway. Better for him to find out from Minho than from somebody oogling his wings. "The first one's name is Rachel."
"I know," Thomas said, shifting slightly. "That's my mum."
Minho scratched at his nape slowly. "Well, I just thought you should know..."
Thomas beamed, and Minho could swear it lit up the room. "Thanks, it means a lot."
Something about reading an incomplete fanfic that hasn’t been updated since 2015… under the impression that it wouldn’t have a great build up where everything was falling into place and you don’t know what’s going to happen and never will….
