TMR reacts

Chapter 1

Hello! I'm thatdambookworm26. This is my first fanfiction (that I've published anyway) and so any constructive criticism is appreciated. I am a big The Maze Runner fan, and I haven't seen many reaction fics, so I decided to make one myself! Everyone is welcome here :) a couple of quick notes- I don't have a publishing schedule, so don't expect something from me regularly. I have a busy life (and ADHD) so chapter may come out slowly. I'm probably gonna base this off of the movies (but there may be some of the books sprinkled in there). I'm doing this based off of memory (which is pretty good, since I pretty much obsessed over this series for a couple weeks lol), so if you notice an error please tell me and I'll fix it. As of right now, this is unedited, but I'll probably go back and edit at some point. That just about covers it! Hope you enjoy!

(Side note: this is a newtmas fic, but no hate on other ships. if there's a ship that you want to see in this, just comment and I'll see if I can fit it in!)

"What the hell?"

Thomas didn't exactly have the best relationship with memory, but he knew that he definitely did not fall asleep in a movie theater. Hell, he probably has never been in a movie theater in years, if not never. So, you can understand why he freaked out a little when he woke up.

Where am I? He thought, starting to panic.

Where's everyone? Are Minho, Frypan and Brenda ok? Oh my god, what if it's WICKED? But we thought they were gone. But what if-

Thomas's frantic thinking was cut off by a hand touching his shoulder. He jumped and tensed, ready to fight, but then relaxed when he saw it was Minho. He silently scolded himself for becoming unaware of the outside world while he worried.

That could cost you your life, he reminded himself.

"Thank shuck I found you. I was worried that they took you somewhere else."

Despite the situation, Thomas smiled a little. It was nice to have that little confirmation that Minho cared about him, even though he already knew that and had been assured that.

"Yeah, I'm glad that they at least put us together. Think it's WICKED?"

Minho snorted. "Who else would it be?" Thomas sighed and started to formulate a plan.

"Ok, first we have to find the others. This place looks like... I think it was called a movie theater? It's in really good condition. But anyways, The others are the first priority. God knows we can't lose anyone else."

Minho nodded. "I agree. Let's see if there's a light switch around here. I don't do well in the dark."

Thomas chuckled and got up to find a light switch. He did the best he could in the low lighting, but he still managed to trip over something and go sprawling onto the floor.

What the shuck was that? He thought to himself. At that same moment, Minho shouted "Found it!" and flipped on the lights.

Since Thomas had no time to close his eyes before the light came, he was forced to blink rapidly to adjust. As his vision slowly cleared, He glanced over to see that the thing he had tripped on was, in fact, a leg. As legs are, in most cases, attached to bodies (He always had to check, because one time he had ran into a crank that had- well, he'll spare you the details) he scrambled over to look at the person, hoping it was someone he knew.

Oh, it was someone he knew alright.

He stumbled back, blinking hard yet again.

I'm seeing things. He thought.

Yet he had just tripped over this person's leg, like, a minute ago. But... it's not possible.

"Minho...?" He whispered, never keeping his eyes off of the unconscious person in front of him. He assumed that Minho saw the same thing, since he heard a sharp intake of breath off to his right. Minho ran over to him and gripped his shoulder, using it as an anchor.

"Is..." he swallowed hard. "Is this real?" His voice was desperate, seeking an answer.

"I don't know." Thomas said, my voice filled with disbelief.

Because laying there, sprawled on the floor in front of them, was Alby.

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