Maze Runner Imagines/ Preferences

In the Maze | Thomas

You just ran into the Maze as the Doors shut, locking you in for the night with Thomas, and the Grievers. You got up off the hard, stone floor and glanced around at the ivy covered walls. It was pretty itimidating, but you didn't understand why it was there in the first place. You were broken from your line of thought when someone cleared their throat. It obviously wasn't a Griever, so you turned around and saw Thomas standing by the Doors, his arms crossed, glaring at you.

"What the hell was that for (Y/N)?", Thomas said, his anger palpable. 

"I wasn't going to let you spend the night in here alone", you looked at him, innocently. 

"You know I've spent a night alone in here, right?", you obviously knew, but you didn't want to tell him why you really came in here. 

Suddenly a look of realization came across Thomas's face. "Y-you came in here to prove that you could be a Runner, didn't you? You know how bloody dangerous this is? You could die (Y/N)!"

"Might as well die if no one will listen to me", you mutter. Thomas was about to reply when the sound of a Griever pulled your attention towards the end of the corridor. 

Click. Click. Whir. 

You glanced at Thomas, who nodded as if to say Run. You got ready to dash, but you noticed that the Griever wasn't at all interested in you. He was going for Thomas. You decided to stay, and help Thomas fight it off. Both of you didn't have any weapons, so you basically had to dodge the Griever's pinchers and needles. Thomas realized that you didn't run, and just stared at you in disbelief. 

"Why didn't you run?", he screamed, dodging a needle.

"I'm not leaving you, shuck face", you tucked and rolled under the Griever.

The disoriented Griever searched for you, clearly confused on where you disappeared. You and Thomas had your chance to run. You both frantically ran down the corridor, turning right, never stopping until you were both out of breath. Both of you hid in a gap, somewhere by the Doors. Thomas  held you in his arms, your head against his chest, waiting for dawn. 

~(spongebob narrator voice)A FEW HOURS LATER~

You awoke to find Thomas in front of you, lightly tapping your shoulder. You looked at him groggily. He mustered a smile. 

"Hey, we got to get going. The Doors are going to open soon", Thomas said, getting up and brushing himself off. It was still dark out, the sky a bluish-purple. "But the Grievers still might be out", your brow furrowing with worry. 

"Well, we'll have to take our chances", Thomas looked at you with a small smile, tightening his shoelaces.

You both ran in quiet. You reached the Doors with time to spare. You peered through the crack and saw the Gladers waiting by the Doors, most of them asleep, except for Newt, Minho , Gally and a few others.

A strong wind blew your hair strongly, and the Doors slowly inched open. Over the defening noise, you heard a familiar sound, one that only brought nightmares. Click. Click. Whir.

You spun around and came face to face with a Griever. "Hello old friend", you taunted. "Did you miss me?"

The Griever looked a bit taken aback. Thomas had also noticed the Griever, and appeared at your side. Before you could even do anything, a prick of pain erupted in your arm. You looked down, fear taking over. You had just been stung. You screamed, but no sound came out. 

The last thing you saw before you fell into the black abyss, was Thomas.

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Woops, another Thomas imagine. Guys, I'm sorry. It's just that Thomas is the BÆ. 

So, I got to chat with a few of you yesterday, and y'all are so nice! But you never comment on my work 😐. That makes me a bit sad... 

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