Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 1-Definitely a Cult

Trigger warnings- Blood, violence, pain, dead bodies

I'm slightly concerned about myself after realising the full extent of what my story needs trigger warnings for.

The loud creak of metal and a sharp pain in my arm drew me out of my unconsciousness. I opened my eyes to see a dimly lit elevator. Something felt wrong, as if something was missing but I couldn't figure out what. I shoved down the nauseous feeling that I felt and dragged myself up using the large boxes stacked in the corner of the elevator. Where was I? It dawned on me then, I was missing my memories. The rattling of the elevator grew louder as the elevator sped up, hurtling towards the end of the shaft it was travelling. I cried out and curled up into a ball, trying to protect my head. It stopped suddenly, roughly throwing me around. For a moment nothing happened, I sat up and slowly stood up. The roof of the elevator started to open and bright sunlight spilt through the expanding gap. I moved backwards until I felt the wall behind me and shielded my eyes from the sun. I heard people gasp and start whispering from above, I whipped my head up and saw a group of boys gathered around the opening. Someone climbed down into the elevator, a boy with messy blonde hair. He took a step towards me but I flung up a hand.

"Don't come any closer," my voice was slightly croaky as if I had been screaming or hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Relax greenie we mean you no harm," the blonde boy said, slowly raising his hands. He had an accent from somewhere I couldn't remember.

"Where am I? Who are you? Is this some kind of cult? Why can't I remember anything? What do you want?" I demanded and glared at the boy in front of me.

"Slow down on the questions for a minute, greenie, I'm Newt, you can meet the others in a second when we get you out of this box," the boy—Newt, took a slow step towards me. Instinct made me want to run or throw something at him but I stayed still as he came closer. He offered me his hand and I stared into his dark brown eyes for a moment and then I accepted his hand. Calluses on his hand pressed against mine as he helped me out of the elevator. I dropped his hand as soon as I was out and stared at him. Newt blinked at me and looked around at the other boys who were watching, occasionally whispering to each other. I took a look around, a massive ivy covered stone wall that wrapped around a green field. In the middle of one of the walls was an opening.

"Are you going to tell me who these people are?" I asked, glancing around at the other boys. I noticed that I seemed to be the only girl here.

"I'm Alby, I'm the leader here," a dark skinned boy with very short hair said, coming forward and offering his hand to shake which I accepted cautiously.

"Nice to meet you. Now tell me why I can't remember anything or I'll..." I trailed off thinking, "I'll do something, I don't know what yet but I will decide soon."

Alby raised his eyebrows but finally answered my question."None of us can remember anything, the only thing they let us keep is our names which usually return in a couple days."

"I remember my name just fine, it's Y/n," Alby looked surprised at that, "Also, who is 'they?'"

"Well, Y/n, they are the people who put us here," he waved his hand around. "We call this place the glade."

"Oh."

"Newt, how about you give the greenie a tour. The rest of you shanks get back to work."

The boys started wandering off then, some of them staring at me as they left. I shifted uncomfortably before I turned back to Newt who was still standing next to me.

"Where are we going first?" I asked him, eager to have a look around.

"Let's start with the Homestead."