Tobias Eaton x Reader

Aptitude test

I'm (Y/n), and today is the day of my aptitude test.
I'm scared it's gonna tell me that i need to leave my family, but even more scared that it's gonna tell me to stay. You see, i live with my family, my mother and my father, in abnegation; in here it's safe, we have our own routine, we follow the rules: reject a life of vanity and self-indulgence. I couldn't really say that i hate it, but you may have understood by now that i don't like it either. No one ever liked me, but they're too scared to say it: since i was young i always liked to run, and the other kids found it weird; i always had problems genuinely helping others, and so people kept their distance; i'm not scared to speak my mind, something that is unknown by others, and so then scary and weird and however you want to put it.

As i was saying, I'm afraid of my results, but that didn't stop me from going to school today nevertheless.

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I hug my mother and right after my father, and the next thing i know is that i'm on the bus on my way to the school building, there is where i will take my aptitude test. The ride is rather annoying, i forget to give to a nosy erudite my seat, i then answer rudely when he tells me to stand up and i end up getting the disappointed looks of every single abnegation on me. Annoying, and useless to my already troubled mind.
Thankfully we arrive at the building, and i can finally get off that bus. I just should've run my way here. I let myself in and sit as far away as possible from the others at the table of abnegation, but even so, i can still feel some gazes on me.

After a long, looong wait, it's finally my turn, and a dauntless lady calls my name from one of the rooms. As soon as i get there, in front of me is only a big chair and a tiny table with a computer on it. Tory, as the daunt called herself, then ordered me to sit; without saying much, she just gave me a tiny glass of some weird-looking liquid: "What's this?" I asked, and "Just drink it" she said. And so i do, while closing my eyes expecting some strange taste, but to my surpise it doesn't really have a flavor, just like water, even tho it doesn't taste like water, you get it, right?

When i open my eyes, I'm alone in the tiny room, and two plates stand before me: one contains cheese, the other a knife. "Choose". Who was that? And why would i choose? In a moment of panic i just grab the nearest thing to me, the cheese. I don't even get to touch it that i hear a deep growl coming from behind me, and when i turn around, standing right there is a massive dog, saliva dripping from the sides of his mouth, his black eyes staring dead into mine. I just stand there with this stupid cheese in my hand, and that dog jumps in my direction; i back off and try to remember the stuff i read about looking submissive, and so I kneel down and break the eye contact, throwing out the cheese. After a second not being killed by that scary ass dog, i take a look in his direction and i just see a puppy eating cheese. A puppy. What the heck. I try and get close to it, and when i see it doesn't react in any aggressive way, i just stay there petting it. What am i doing? Some moments later there's a little girl standing in front of me and the dog, and suddenly yells "Puppy!!" and starts running towards it before i can warn her. The puppy isn't puppying anymore, and just transforms back into his original shape, ready to attack the kid; I don't think, i just throw myself on it trying to stop it from hurting the little girl and all of a sudden i find myself on a bus filled with people. There's an old man standing beside me, so I decide to stand up and give him my seat. He's reading the newspaper, a page that talks about a murderer with a photo of a man. I feel like i know him, but do I? The old man notices my staring and asks me abruptly: "Do you know this man? Tell me, do you know him?", "No, sir, I do not" I lie. I lie even tho I'm not sure who this man is, just feeling like i know him. "You lie! Why do you lie? You know him!" he accuses me; "Sir I am not lying, I have no idea who that man is" I lie again.

And just like that, I'm back in the tiny room, and Tory is back, looking terrified. She doesn't give me the time to ask for my results and just grabs my arm and orders me to leave. "What was my test result Tory?".
"Abnegation" she answers after a long pause.

Oh.

"And amity, and erudite and dauntless".

What?

-"What?"
-"The test didn't work with you"
-"Is that possible?"
-"You are Divergent (Y/n), you don't belong in one faction"
-"Then what am i supposed to choose tomorrow?"
-"That's on you, but in the program i put abnegation. Don't choose recklessly, and don't ever talk about it with anyone, it's dangerous."

And with that she pushes me out from the back door and I'm alone again.

AUTHOR NOTE:
Hi, I hope you liked it, I know it's not super long, but it's just about to begin :))