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“ That looks like some real fucking nasty shit right there, pal. You should get your ass to a... uh, fuck what’s it called? A hospital? Yeah, drag your ass there! ”

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“Correct me if I’m wrong, but this whole thing is really shucking stupid.”

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"YOU MOST CERTAINLY look to be new around here. Are you perhaps sightseeing?” He tried not to appear overly curious, tone just mildly so as he peered down at the younger male.

#-wheezes- Fsfds I'd use a irl faceclaim but -looks off into the distance-#;mini #;v: unwavering determination #littleslicer

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

CHARACTER SOLIDIFYING !!

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

when he was a wee little bab ( aka 9 and younger ) he definitely felt affection, even if he didn’t actively seek it out cuz he was a shy sack of shit. he was a high key mama’s boy though, hung out w/ her a ton it was cute he was cute.

but !! after jason’s death and his dad started drinking, his mother to check out, and things got really rough for our fair hero. it’s safe to say that from age 10 on, finn never really got enough affection or positive attention, and it really fucked him up !!!

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A long, sticky day of running throughout the taunting walls of the Maze lead Newt back to the showers a little later than most everyone else, chest rising and falling like he’d just outrun a stampede -- and in some ways, the possibility of that was very real. That was the risk he took every day he stepped foot in that Maze. Just because the Grievers didn’t usually come out during the day didn’t mean he put it past them to change things up all of the sudden for a second.

He stumbled into the showering room, already pulling the dirty, sweat soaked rags from his body when he noticed he wasn’t alone and the room wasn’t filled with silence at all like he expected, but with the sound of a lone shower head.

#littleslicer #trial;; mazerunning.#v;; before everything changed.#* cracks knuckles * let's do this #B)

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“--alright, I know I said I wasn’t gonna ask, but what in the bloody hell are you doin’?”

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"I'm not angry. Just...tell me why."

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why? that was the question, wasn’t it? the reason everyone forcesthemselves to continue? they all wanted answers; ones that theyknew would never come. so why? why, why, why, why, why? itwas something she didn’t know. she just did it. she had to do it.there was no reasonable thought; she wasn’t sure if there had beenany thought before she had done it in the first place. it was like shewas supposed to do it and so she did.

her limbs were weighed down by numb tingling; everything felt unreal. it was like living a life past the moment of death. her head was full ofconfused static and she couldn’t distinguish the visions in her field ofvision from reality and dream. the world had a fuzzed tint around it, ablend of colors and shapes with only faces able to be determined. it’sa moment of her brain being controlled in a completely different location.or at least that’s how she could describe it; her thoughts and actions didn’t feel like they were her own. never would she consciously chooseagainst her friends– against the people who began to be the sole reasonfor her heart continuing to pump blood through her veins.

she was being dragged into a deep exhaustion, her very soul begging torest. it was always one thing after another. it would always be them livingon alert this way, waiting for the next thing to happen. always bad, surely. where was the good hiding itself, anyway? why has the unfortunate not depleted by now? she was tired, but not in the sense that she needed anextended sleep. she was ready to lay down, scream to the sky until hervocal cords gave out and all she could do was soak the warmth of infected sunlight. she was ready to admit defeat; prepared to declare WICKED thesupreme champion of whatever cruel trials they had laid out for them.

“I…”

an excuse is on the tip of her tongue, ready to plummet into the air for ananswer, but it quickly dissipates into nothingness as she stares with a wetgaze of brown at her friend. there’s an internal war waging, and if he couldjust see that, maybe she wouldn’t have to say anything. maybe she wouldn’thave to be dishonest with this boy, who has done nothing but care. there’sno explanation she could possibly give to ease the guilt gnawing at her heart;not at betraying them. him. he trusted her – or at least she thought he did –and she had proven herself to be despicable like everyone they were goingagainst.

and no matter how long she kept her stare fixated on him, she knew she’dhave to voice what was revolving in her head. she’d have to tell someoneof the hopelessness she is feeling at their survival – the reason she hadwillingly taken any trust they had for her and stomped it into the dirt. therewas a similar emotion stirring inside her at this moment because he shouldbe angry with her. he shouldn’t be so nice. not to someone like her. neverto someone like her.

“Leo. I -- I don’t really know why anymore. I guess -- I guess I just don’t see another choice. There’s never been another option.”

she attempts to sound confident in her explanation, but she sounds weak toher own ears. hesitant and begging him to understand. to see what she wassaying was right and not because she was giving up. not because she wasgiving into the coward’s way. she didn’t want him to acknowledge that she’snot what she’s been flaunting herself as; her belief in a happy ending had beensnatched away from her early on and, despite her persistence to get others tobelieve in one, she couldn’t. there’s a hysteria that is threatening to build inher, overflowing past the dam that she has constructed to keep it from beingexposed. it’s leaking into her voice, threatening to release itself. threateningto take the world by surprise and while her statement may have some shockfactor, she was determined not to let the panic show.

#littleslicer #i'm not quite sure what this turned into but i kind of like it??