SERIES DISCONTINUED :C
I wanted to write a Gally x reader story because Gally gets a lot of hate sometimes and he's underrated :/
Some of this will be my own little AU of what I believe are the sexualities of the characters, gender identities, inclu...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Call It Fate Call It karma - The Strokes🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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"Z1, A2."
You look up from your desks to stare at the man who looms beside you. He stares down at you with a long face, watching you for a moment.
"Yes, Janson?" You ask him. You're used to be called numbers, especially being a different number and letter from your brother Thomas.
"Ava would like to talk to you, Z1."
You glance over at Thomas across from you, giving you a curious look. You look behind you to Teresa, staring past the glass, the screen projected onto that glass. Doctors walking left and right, looking for something the cure.
"I'll be there soon."
He nods his head and walks away, his fancy black shoes clicking on the metal platform as his hands are clasped behind his back.
"What does Ava want to see you for?" Thomas asks, his eyes confused and looking at you for an answer. But you simply shrug, clueless of the lure yourself.
"Be careful." He warns you, his voice quiet. Hushed. You and Thomas have a plan. You hate how your friends are dying.
And yet it's all for the possibility of the cure of the world. It sounds worth it, but it's killing you to watch them die every month. You've been brought here since a kid. Forced to take orders considering you, Teresa, Xandra, and Thomas are the chosen kids.
That are allowed to work with them rather than be shoved into the Maze eventually like the others. But you know, the minute they find out that you and Thomas have had enough.
