Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

More Than a Fling (Part 1)

It was seven months. Seven months of drawn blood. Seven months of weapons. Seven months of matching uniforms. Seven months of being referred to by a subject number. Seven months of watching failed escapes. Seven months of hell.

She had been his cellmate. Kind of.

They weren't very ‘well behaved’. They wouldn't cooperate with what was told, blatantly reminded WCKD guards of their friends that they killed, stayed silent during every questioning, and overall, refused to play along or give them what they wanted without making them fight for it.

WCKD was worried their behavior would spread but didn't want them to be alone. The last thing they needed was less supervision. These two, they were sneaky. They went under the radar only to appear when they were halfway out the door and on their way to freedom.

Aris and Y/N hadn't talked much the first few nights. Not really. They just sat there on their beds and pretended they were asleep. It wasn't that the atmosphere was uncomfortable or hostile. They just didn't know what to say. They're both trapped here against their will, and there was no getting out.

If they wanted to survive with their sanity though, they were going to have to give in eventually.

Around a week later Aris have in. He was getting tired of only knowing her as Subject C1, The Monachopsis.

First though, he couldn't help but be curious.

“What's that mean?”He asked when they were both supposed to be asleep. Neither of them were, but they hadn't planned on acknowledging that.

It's just that they were clearly going to have to get comfortable so he figured he may as well.

“Huh?”

“Monachopsis, what does it mean?”He clarified.

“Oh. That,”She sighed, turning on her side to face him. “The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Apparently, I don't belong anywhere or something I guess,”She shrugged.

“Well, that sounds sucky.”

“Yeah. It does,”She agreed. “Who's your partner then? Do you know if you have one?”

“No. They never did give me a match.”

“That's a ripoff then. What's the point of a label if you don't get something to go with it?”She joked.

“I know. We got scammed,”He played along.

“Yeah. We really did.“

“Well, my actual name is Aris,”He introduced.

“I’m Y/N.”

“That's a pretty-”
Subjects B1 and C1 are in their cells,”a guard outside exclaimed. With the air turning sour at the other voice, they kept quiet and still as they heard his footsteps leaving, almost like he was stomping.

For a while after, they laid there, their eyes open and bodies sore. They didn't speak anymore. They couldn't.

But they didn't need to.

Right now, having someone near who wouldn't hurt them was enough.

They didn't talk when they were woken up that morning. They just stayed silent as they were taken to breakfast.

They couldn't have predicted it happening then. They knew one of their turns was soon, but they didn't think it would be that day.

They had heard the screams during the day. They would block it out by pretending to sleep or looking out the small window in their room, but that didn't and would never do much.