𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me 🤨 (smh)

"Holy shit." I had been walking in the maze for the past hour looking for anything that could help me, and I had found it. Vines clung onto every bit of the stone, the walls were practically skyscrapers compared to me. The vines hung over an empty space between the walls, at least it looked like a empty space.

I kicked my foot toward it, only making contact with papery vines and air. Huh. Investigating further I stuck a hand in the dark emptiness, then a leg, then suddenly my whole body was in the crawl space.

"What the fuck?" Speaking out loud to myself was a staple for me. I was enveloped in nothing but darkness but fit snugly in the the meant to be cramped space. What it was doing here I had no idea but it was here and that was good enough.

"I might as well stay here for a while. Got protection." And that was my plan. Staying still should've been easy...until I got bored. The  light had faded and I'd already eaten one of the granola bars I'd packed.

Fear should've been chilling my heart, making me shake in my boots but none of the "grievers" everyone had talked about had even shown up. My vision was blurred, I almost fell asleep twice from how long it had been. My muscles ached, begging to be used. My limbs were already past falling asleep. The tingles I felt pricking my body.

I needed stimulation, which was fine, just maybe not in the way I chose to fill my urge.

"Heeey!" I called out from the hideout. My tongue felt limp in my mouth from the lack of sarcastic banter it was typically used for. "Helloooo!" Nothing. "Grievers? I'm here, just so you know! Waiting for you to kill me!" At this point death was more thrilling than this. That was my mentality until I heard an ugly cry fill the air.

Metal scraping down on stone. Then I finally felt that thing called fear. I clamped a hand over my mouth, forcing it closed, pressing the back of my head against the solid stone cold walls. Great, now you fucking did it y/n. My vision shook and blurred as I peaked through the curtain of vines keeping me protected.

Metal claws creeped across the maze's floor. A whimper almost escaped my mouth as a nasty sharp leg dug itself way too close to me. My "friends" faces flashed in front of me. Remembering all the good times we had had, all the trouble I'd gotten into. I saw everything that led up to this moment. Then the creature stilled.

Fuck. It's happening. Death. Then, even frozen with fear, I saw something. If my eyes didn't deceive me I could barely make out a beetle blade.

Blinking little red lights and all. It scuttled into my safe space, not stopping at my body. I tried swatting it off but it stuck itself on me stubbornly. The tiny robotic creature crawled upwards, nearing my shoulder. Then it stopped.

It just looked up at me for at least a minute, maybe more. My breathing picking up from the gross robot beetle thing staring at me almost as creepily as Victor. "Did you get your close up shot?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. That was all it took for the small, vermin like creature to leave me be.

It wandered out of the tiny cave like structure I had hidden in, noisily clattering away. The griever was still outside but followed quickly in suit after the beetle blade, like a school child who had waited for it's friend. I waited for at least a good five minutes before letting out a shaky gasp.

"What the fuck was that?!" I shouted silently at the walls pressing me in. Over the next hour I had an internal breakdown every time a griever would pass by, just strolling on right past me. My nails had been chewed down their root, nail biting was one of my bad habits I just could never seem to kick. Eventually the routine of griever and beetle blade became so regular and mundane I had started to nod off.

My brain fighting desperately to not to go dark. I said their names over and over again in my mind to stay awake. Chuck, Newt, Zart, Winston, Alby, Minho, Frypan, Gally, Chuck, Newt, Zart, Winston, Alby, Minho, Frypan, Gally, Gally, Gally...

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(13 days till the next Greenie)

Whoosh whoosh

My eyelids unstuck themselves from last night's rendezvous. Incredibly I had slept like a baby. And was alive?! The vines keeping me in spun and twirled from the light breeze. Sun poked around at me, little flashes teasing my eyes. My hair was ratted, lips and tongue dry, bones angrily throbbing with my insulting "laziness"

"I'm alive." I said, my voice deep and crackly from the morning. Vocalizing it made my heart burst with joy. "I'm alive." I attempted to organize myself to crawl out of the nook when I saw something. Someone. Minho?

Something in me wanted to call out to him. Hug him. Tell him my crazy mind shattering experience. But another part of me knew that I shouldn't. An instinct told me to lay low. He was walking around with Ben. No scratch that not walking, searching.

"Do you think we'll find her?" Ben asked, he spun around as if trying to see if I'd been tangled in the wall or somewhere else odd.

"I don't know. We've found a couple of the guys before, bodies lookin' like a grievers chew toy, but still we found em." Minho replied, running hand across the vines. I waited as they looked around, eventually heading off to the next passage.

I quickly shoved anything I had taken out the night before back in my bag. A half eaten apple, a few wrappers from last night's embarrassing dinner, and a pen. I had doodled all aross my left arm, creating a sleeve of some sorts. Names squiggled across my skin and my personal favorite drawing was a portrait of Paul, beheaded with crossed out eyes.

I slumped out of last nights home, unfurling my self until I stood back on two feet. My bones popped a cracked as I stretched out. How was I alive? Why? What? The whole situation made my skull pound like someone was furiously knocking on it. I didn't have any answers but I did know one thing, I was hungry.

I had stress ate the rest of my food the night previous. Not a good move now that my stomach was grumbling, ripping at it's insides as it begged for sustenance. There would be plenty of time for food...as soon as I saw Chuck...and got revenge, that was pretty important also.

Euphoric with cheating death I imagined "Waltz of those flowers" playing in my head. I tilted around the maze, going between each wall, skipping around joyously to the exit, twirling around with a smile on my face as I thought of my deliciously evil plan.