| The Rejected | The Maze Runner; Gally Fic [x reader ver.]

|chapter•seven|

(M/n) couldn't sleep well that night. He wasn't sure why, exactly, but he had an idea of why. Images flashed behind his closed eyelids whenever he fell asleep, waking him up abruptly.

He didn't know if he was just having bad dreams or if he was having flashbacks of his life before coming up in the Box, but he did know that he didn't like the images he saw, making his fists close tightly while his jaw tightened, the sound of a weak voice, breaking as they pleaded for their attackers to stop hurting them. Something told him it was... Gally that he saw and heard, but he wasn't sure, everything was blurry and the images went by too quickly for him to see properly.

He sat up on his thin mattress, looked outside his window, and figured it was rather late, or early? It seemed like it was close to 4 am or something like that. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before looking down at himself.

He was gross. His skin and scalp felt irritated and itchy due to the dirt and sweat stuck on him, so he decided to shower, after all, everyone was sleeping and the bathrooms were rather separated from the shower room and Homestead.

(M/n) rummaged in his bag and found what was left of his clean clothes, he only had one more change of clothes, and three pairs of clean underwear. He grabbed what he needed and walked out of his tree house, placing his clothes on the wooden rail while he lowered the ladder and secured it in place. Closing the door and placing his clothes on his shoulder, he walked down the ladder and jogged his way to the showers.

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He stayed there for a while longer than he thought, washing his hair and body thoroughly with mostly water but finding some soap he could use, smelling somehow nice. He dried his body with a clean towel, knowing all washed towels were kept inside a few crates in the shower room, and he got dressed.

His hearing picked up the subtle sound of Gladers waking up, and he grabbed one of the big containers used to do laundry, his dirty clothes were there and he was gonna wash the rest of his stuff.

No way in hell was he gonna let any of the Sloppers -especially Peter or Jason- touch his stuff.

Walking back to his treehouse, he heard Bark, his barking kept getting louder the closer he got and he saw him there, standing in front of the lowered ladder with a protective stance, Gally standing in front of him, clearly done with Bark's attitude but not trying to push him aside.

The sight made him laugh, catching both of their attention.

"You guys don't get along, do ya?" Bark ran up to him and nudge his legs with his head, barking and whining happily as he looked up at him, he absentmindedly held the container with one hand, propped on his hip while he reached down to pet Bark's head, scratching behind his ears, his (e/c) eyes locked on Gally, who shrugged at his question.

"I don't know what I did to make him dislike me, but I guess you could say that, yeah," they laughed as he made his way up the ladder, Bark followed him and he placed his dirty clothes on the small balcony, going back down to pick up Bark as the poor dog kept whining to be let up as well, Gally simply watched from below, leaning against one of the trees.

"Hey, Gally," (M/n) called from inside, grabbing the pile of clothes in the corner of the room.

"Yeah?" He heard his voice muffled and distant through the wooden walls, and he stepped out again, dumping everything in the same container.

"Is there some spare rope I could use?" Gally frowned and thought for a moment, before slowly nodding.

"I think so, just wait," Gally turned around and started running back toward the Homestead.

While he waited, his hands rubbed at the dried dirt on his clothes, watching the water turning darker as he continued washing everything, all that he had already washed had been squeezed to get rid of the excess water and they were placed on top of the railing.