A Craftsman (Gally x Reader TMR)

1- White String

As this is the first chapter I would like to make a few things about the story known so that it's APPROPRIATE. Majority of the characters are going to be aged up. I know Gally is 15 when the story takes place, but for the sake of this one and since it's yk kind of about him he's currently at the age of 15, as are most of the other characters, save Chuck and Alby.

I don't mind corrections if you're kind. I actually appreciate them and read over my work a lot.

The plot and storyline is not going to be the exact same!! There are going to be things that change.

I write for fun because I enjoy it, I apologize if there is ever a longer period of time that I don't write. When I want to I end up writing a lot. This is nothing serious! Just for fun.

I tend to make a lot of mistakes between accidentally switching the use of you/yours to I/me, since it's a reader story. I have no idea which one is preferred, so I'll use you for now unless a lot of people want otherwise, if you see a few I's and me's don't mind them.

Now for the story.

"Watch it, greenie."

Y/n's POV

Your body jolted up, spluttering. Your throat and ears felt like they were filled with water. Your head was pounding, eyes were unfocused.

Your head flew in every direction, trying to define where you were. Your eyes strained to adjust to the dark, bright lights flashing as the cage you were in was speeding upwards.

Cage?

Your body forces itself to stand up, heart racing. You found myself surrounded by crates, contained inside a cage. Your body spun, looking around. The crates were nailed shut, letters and numbers labeling them that you weren't able to make out in the dark.

The cage jolted again, sending your body back against one of the walls, your hands catching yourself before your head hit the metal. You looked down next to you, seeing a lighter colored crate.

Taking a closer look, you saw that something thin and short hung out of the lid of the crate. You hunched over, taking the material between your fingers. It felt thin and stringy, but slightly soft. Your eyes adjusted slightly more, seeing its off white coloring.

Yarn? Why was there a crate full of yarn?

You were too focused on the thin string in front of you to notice the walls flying by even faster until the box abruptly stopped, throwing your body into the air and slamming your head against the side of the metal cage.

Your vision went black.

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Time skip

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You shuffled uncomfortably, feeling a hard surface underneath you. You turned on your side, trying to get more comfortable. You gripped the thin fabric in between your fingers.

Fabric?

Your eyes shot open and you involuntarily gasped, your body shooting upwards as the realization hit that this was not where you last were before you blacked out.

You quickly looked around, surveying your current location, ignoring the pounding in your skull. You ripped the blankets off your body, jumping out of the hard bed. You found myself in a hut. The sun's beams leaked through the wooden walls, lighting up the room.

"Well look who's awake."

You quickly spun around, being faced by two boys. The one closest to you stood with his arms crossed, a tall and powerful stance, with his head slightly tilted while looking at you. He was a darker skinned boy and looked to be older, with quite a bit of muscle on him and a very thin layer of hair. The boy stood slightly behind him looked far more welcoming. Arms at his sides with dirty blond, fluffy looking hair. He was quite thin and pale, not much muscle on him at all. He had a smile that made you feel safe. A smile that seemed a fit too familiar, scratching the back of your brain.