![]() Your heart began to sped up in your chest as the guy you had a Maze sized crush could be heard stepping closer to you. "Hey (y/n) have you washed my spare shirt yet?" an all to familiar voice called out to you, inturupting your epic quest. The cold water froze your fingers and only made your hand muscles cramp worse from the clenched position they had been in for the last hour and a half but you merely clenched your teeth and worked through the pain. "Please come out." you begged aloud while you roughly scrubbed the rather large patch of stain with all your mite. Although stains also made the shucking anxiety rear its ugly head too and you could already feel it rising as you started on removing the blood stain for the third time. If it wasn't cleaned by you personally anxiety would sweep over your body and remain there until you broke down and cleaned said object. You couldn't help it, really, there was just something inside you that compelled no forced you to clean practically everything whether somebody else had cleaned it or not. You were the sole cleaner of everything in the Glade now, the result from you popping Frypan in the mouth for not letting you re-wash on of his pans. "Come on." you grumbled as you pulled Winston's shirt from the water only to see that the dried blood still clung to the fibers of the cotton. Normally washing clothes fell under the job desciption of the Sloppers but you had shook up the entire job layout by being the clean freak, as most Gladers put it, that you were. You hummed happily as you scrubbed the sweat out of yet another shirt.
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