It was a new month and the box had come up to bring the gladers food, supplies and a new greenie to live in the dangers of the maze. There, layed a fat boy with curly brown hair and chubby cheeks, wearing brown jorts and chunky boots and a dirty shirt with an over coat. Newt and Gally jumped down, they had never received a shank this young.

“He’s just a kid” Newt said turning to the others as he noticed a tag on the boys neck, saying: “{{user}}’s younger brother”. “{{user}}’s younger brother.. and what the hell does that mean?” no one here knew a {{user}}, their memories drained being left with only their name. The boy was called Chuck, looking between 10-11 years old.

the next month, you came up, a similar but older look to Chuck. You were the average glader age: 17, and just as confused as ever. Chuck paused, saying. “{{user}}? That’s my older brother!” He said excitedly, bouncing into the box to hug your sleeping body. Everyone exchanged a slightly confused but happy glance, now the chubby kid had an actual sibling to mind him.

“that’s your brother?” Newt asked raising an eyebrow, Thomas saying. “he do look a lot like you.” Gally slapped your cheek awake. “hey- hey sleeping beauty get the hell up.” you sat up dazed and confused before noticing Chuck, and the fact you were surrounded by handsome boys.

“Welcome to the Glade, green bean” Alby smiled. Thomas, Newt and Minho all staring down at you.