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...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Usher - Good Kisser 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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You walk over to the meeting spot, a gun in hand in case any Cranks come to try and attack you. You don't want to shoot them, as there'd be a chance to save them from their broken mind with the cure.
You stand there, looking around nervously until you hear rustling. You spin around, raising the gun high in alarm. But it's just a woman. She raises her hands and you sigh with relief, lowering it down back to your side.
"You never told me your name." You say sternly, suspicious of her. Even before you lowered your gun, it's like she wasn't afraid of you.
"I know, but I had to keep it hidden in case Ava heard it on the coms." She supposes. "Although I wish you the best of luck, she might've heard my voice."
"Stupid Master control, hearing our shit." You grumble. The woman chuckles in response, a warm smile placed upon her face. "My name is Mary. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/n."
You smile softly, stepping over to shake her hand.
"Thomas is helping me with this." You tell her firmly. "I can't take it anymore."
"Can't take what?" She frowns, worried you're meaning something else much darker.
"I can't keep watching my friends die. I literally had to watch my boyfriend, Minho drown."
"I'm so sorry." She says, an upset expression crossing over her face. "You know what they'll do when they find out you've betrayed them."
"I know. They're gonna hurt me and Thomas both." You admit. "But it's worth it. They're not gonna get a cure, not like this. And I get it, I want a cure. But it's killing me, to see the friends I grew up with, knowing that if I went in that Maze right now. They wouldn't remember me."
You can feel the tears stinging your eyes as you explain this to her, and your voice is on the verge of cracking.
