𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

010- Brave or Stupid?

Y/N's Pov:
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"We should move." Thomas taps my shoulder, his eyes wide with urgency.

I give one last tug on the vine which secures Alby, making sure he won't spontaneously drop from the wall. Otherwise this would all be for nothing.

"One sec, I just gotta-"

A snarl echoes near us, I flinch at the sound.

"Yeah, we should move." I nod briskly, the earie moans of the griever quickly advancing towards us.

I scale our surroundings getting a feel of where we are in the maze, my mind is slightly foggy and disoriented with paranoia and anxiety.

Thomas rounds a corner, abruptly grabbing my hand and pulling me behind the wall.

If he had grabbed me a second later, I would be dead.

The griever appeared in the very spot we were standing in a moment ago, its unsettling clicking echoes there for a couple seconds, unmoving.

We pant heavily, backs pressed against the wall.

Thomas's hand grips mine tightly, I squeeze back subconsciously, needing some sort of outlet to release my anxiety.

The creature retreats.

I let out a sigh of relief, then hesitantly move to peak around the corner, my breath hitches once more, afraid that the griever might still be lurking.

The coast is clear, we slowly step back into the hallway.

I tilt my head upwards confirming Alby is still alive, he stays unconsciously hanging from a vine, I'm internally grateful the griever didn't notice him.

Then I remember I'm still gripping onto Thomas's hand.

I never comprehended it before, to terrified to notice our intertwined palms, but it doesn't feel as horrible as I assumed it would. The thought of holding anyone else's hand repulsed me, but his hands are slightly calloused and warm, comforting and familiar.

I can't help but feel a slight sense of Déjà vu, as if my palm has laid in his hundreds of times before.

My stomach flutters at the thought.

"Uh- we should get out of here." I mutter, releasing my hold on his hand quickly, looking anywhere but him.

Thomas's hand falls limply to his side.

"Yeah, wouldn't wanna wait around for it to come back again." He replies, a light blush dusting his features.

The maze walls groan.

"C'mon, the maze is changing, we need move out of this section."

I begin tracing the corridors I've spent a year of my life wandering, committing its path to memory. I confidently make turns, occasionally glancing back to make sure Thomas is still following me.

I stop dead in my tracks, feeling something warm and wet under my shoe.

Lifting my foot up slowly, a gooey grey substance reveals itself, griever juice.

I hear Thomas's footsteps coming up behind me, I raise my arm up across him chest signaling him to stop.

"It's close." I whisper.

Thomas does a quick three sixty, glancing around for any signs of the creature, it's no where to be found.

Maybe it just passed by here.

Suddenly a wet string of griever juice drips onto the floor in front of us.

From above.

My heart rate picks up again, both me and Thomas both tilt our heads up slowly.