Subject A11, Otherwise known as a huge pain in the ass for W.I.C.K.E.D
The Subject's name is (Y/n), She was sent into the Maze purely by accident but her friends dying wasn't an accident.
"I'm getting out of here, It's only a matter of time"
She wa...
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Silence was in the air with the shuffling of leaves, The baaing of the sheep, And the mooing of the cows slowly waking up the Glade. Normally you'd hear the chirping of birds but sadly there are none in the Glade, That is if you don't count the chickens who are indeed clucking very annoyingly
Leaning forward in the uncomfortable chair, (Y/n) felt her head banging in pain from how much moonshine she consumed the previous night. Her back was slouched as it ached from sleeping in the chair in front of Ben who was still unconscious...
His lips were chapped, Even though he constantly stole (Y/n)'s chapstick, His blond fluffy hair was stuck to the already dry cloth on his forehead, His veins were showing from under his paper-thin skin and his breathing was shallow and uneven
Letting out a sigh the female stood up from the chair before stretching her back which clicked in pain, As if she was the one going through the Changing. She didn't even remember how she ended up back here in the Homestead in front of Ben but the bags under her eyes certainly remember until what hour she stayed up that night...
Picking up the white cloth (Y/n) washed it under cold water, Rested it back on his forehead, And moved away his now dirty blond hair. Leaning away from the injured boy, (Y/n) let out a sigh and walked out of the room before closing the door, Softly.
"My shucking back hurts..." She groaned while placing her hands on her waist and tilting backward as if the pain would disappear from that stretch, It didn't "At least he's not screaming and rolling around in pain anymore" She whispered as she walked down the stairs before exiting the building
The cold morning air kissed her flushed cheeks, Eventually, The Glade started to wake up with different Gladers leaving their respective huts to head for breakfast. The background sound was the same as before only now there was also the scratching of stone that filled her ears.
"Right, Right, I completely forgot" She mumbled while placing a hand on her forehead as in the distance she saw The Gre— Thomas, Carving his name on the wall. There were many names on the wall some were written in small letters while some were written in big ones... Ahem, Ahem, Minho.
Coughing a bit (Y/n) let out a groan, Her head was still banging from the hungover that she chose to ignore. She slowly walked down the stairs of the porch before she turned to give one final glance to Thomas when—
"Morning, (Y/n)" Alby suddenly said as he appeared before the (H/c)
"Shu— Alby! You can't just walk up on people like that..." She whispered at him while slapping the Leader's arm
"I'm building up your fear tolerance," Alby said with hands on his hips, Sounding so proud as if he was the one who created the phrase
"Building my... Fear tolerance?" (Y/n) scoffed with crossed arms as she glanced at Thomas "So, How are you feeling Greenie?"
