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

|chapter•sixteen|

"Alright, you guys ready?"

(M/n) and Mikah nodded, facing each other and ready to go at it. Gally smirked and tilted his head, stepping out of the fight circle, his eyes filled with amusement as he stared at them.

"Then... Fight!" With cheering going on in the background, they both charged at each other, laughing as they tripped and pushed each other, trying their best to win. Gally crossed his arms and observed in silence, while the rest of the guys around hyped them up.

He had been monitoring the fights (M/n) had with the Builders, and of course, he was being fair, he gave advice to either of the fighters, telling them what to do and what to avoid. They had been going at it since late afternoon, rushing their tasks as quickly as they could, just so incredibly hyped and excited to help (M/n) beat Stan's ass.

That, and it has been a while since a fighting circle was made outside the typical bonfires they had, so the expectation was high.

"Damn, you're tough," Mikah mumbled to (M/n) as he stood up after tripping over his own feet, but managing to not fall out of the circle. (M/n) smiled at that, and shrugged.

"I learned from the best," Gally felt his body warming up, and he made brief eye contact with (M/n)'s (e/c) eyes, who winked his way.

No one said anything about it, but they did notice the interaction they had, sparing glances amongst themselves, having a whole conversation through their eyes, but everyone continued cheering the fight as it dragged on.

All the noise caught the attention of a few Gladers walking near the place, and they would either walk away or approach someone to ask what was going on, "We're helping (M/n) get ready for his fight with Stan!" They would cheerfully answer, receiving raised eyebrows in surprise.

Many of them were skeptical about the whole "fight ordeal" and were pretty sure a girl had no chance against someone like Stan, but seeing them fighting Glader after Glader made them feel like they underestimated how strong (M/n) really was. And this made more of them gather around, wanting to watch or even participate, but the sun had started to set, so they really didn't have many options other than to leave it for tomorrow.

Now, Brick-nicks, Slicers, and a few Runners had heard of this "tournament" Gally and (M/n) were doing to get the latter ready, and they asked to join, receiving an affirmative answer from both of them.

Of course, with all of this situation going on, someone had to inform Alby about what was actively going on in the Glade, that someone was Fry, who was still worried about the outcome of this fight, but even if neither of them were happy about it, both sides -(M/n) and Stan- had agreed to it, so Alby had no voice over the matter now, even as the Leader.

While enjoying their dinner between laughs, Gally made sure to explain to (M/n) and everyone around the rules, which were similar to the original ones, but a little bit different.

"If (M/n) pushes you out the circle within five minutes, he wins, but if he doesn't, you win," He told to them, and (M/n) nodded, getting more food in his mouth.

"He has won 9 fights out of 10 so far," Doug added, an impressed and proud look on his face, while those that hadn't been around to witness it frowned, asking who beat (M/n).

"Gally," (M/n) muttered while still having his mouth full, making a few grimaces while others chuckled at his manners, "I'll win someday... Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I will," he locked eyes with Gally, who had a smirk on his face, glee showing on his face, "Mark my words, big guy."

Dinner continued for another while, deciding to simply chill and talk with each other, a few of them making up tactics that could work against (M/n), using his weak spots to their advantage, and of course, (M/n) was planning how to counteract those tactics in his brain.