Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

No Longer Alone (Part 1)

The loneliness was killing me now. It had been for years, practically since I was born. My very first memory is being trapped in a room, crying for someone I know despite having no recollection of anybody.

It's not fair. I’m kept completely isolated but forced to listen to others. Forced to listen to them talk with friends or catch glimpses of them in Mazes. People my age I think, though all the Mazes have been empty for months now.

I overhear the Chancellor as well. I hear and see basically everything there is to hear and see.

I haven't had someone in the room besides me once. I would know. Their would be a sign of then. There never is though so all I have is myself, the pain, and the hours I get taken to be experimented on.

I would have ended it by now, but I’m not allowed to. I am quite literally banned from all sharp and dangerous objects unless I’m under direct supervision. There is literally no way out of here. Not unless I develop some deadly disease at random.

I couldn't move. Not really. I was in too much pain to do anything but lay on the floor, staring at the vent that was too small for me to go through. I don't even think my voice would be heard, and if it was, I doubt someone would respond.

I want sunlight. I want rain. I want people who aren't in lab coats. I want life.

The only place I can get them though is in my dreams.

Sighing, I shut my eyes, ignoring the tears rolling down my cheeks and blood spilling from my lip. Ignoring the aches that went down to my bones, I huddled into a ball, praying that I wouldn't wake up this time.

Time Skip

Darkness. Everything was dark. Everything was pitch black so it had to be night. Most of the scientists are probably at home now.

What woke me up then? I hurt as much as I usually do, which isn't enough to disturb me. There's no lights. Nobody's walking outside my door.

Holding my breath, I laid there, waiting for what could have possibly made me open my eyes from such a dreamless sleep.

As there were quite sniffles from the vent, I found my answer. The cries were soft, muffled even.

I’m sure the person probably doesn't want to be disturbed right now, but that was not my first thought. All I could think was that this could be another person just like me.

“Hello?”

Immediately, I cringed at my scratchy voice that hadn't been used for months.

I’m also assuming the person crying did too as they immediately went silent.

Desperately, like a caged animal, I wrapped my fingers around the vent cover, ignoring the way the metal dug into my flesh as I repeated my words a little quieter.

“Hi?”

The voice was male and most likely young. He seemed to be a teenager around my age, with this slight accent I couldn't quite place.

“You can hear me, yeah? You're like me?”

“Like you?”He asked.

“Yeah. Forced to stay here? You're like me, yeah?”

“A prisoner,”He confirmed.

“A labrat.”

“Yes.”

“That's good. I mean not good, but hi. Who-who are you?”

My words seemed to be all over the place, my head trying to process what my ears were hearing.

Like me.

He’s like me.

“I’m Aris.”

“Have you ever left here? Have you ever gotten out?”

He went completely silent. No quiet cries. No response. Just dead silence, the same thing I hear here almost every minute of my day.

Had I imagined him? Am I losing my sanity now?

“Yes. With my friends,”He admitted.

“You know other humans? Besides the scientists?”

“You don't?”

“No. I’ve never left this place.”

“What about the Maze?”

“No. I’ve always been here.”

“Do you know your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,”He echoed, as though he were testing out my name for himself. “That's pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ve never spoken to anyone before?”

“No. Not besides the workers,”I answered.

“Why not?”

“I don't know. I haven't been allowed to.”

“But you know your name?”

“Yes. I had a bracelet around my wrist with my name on it.”

“You said had. What happened to it?”

“They took it. They said it was too sharp.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s-it’s okay. Just, hi. You’ll get out again, right?”

He went completely silent again, leaving me hanging on to the vent, like I would open my eyes all over again if I let go.

“I can't talk about it. Not here,”He whispered.

“Okay.”

“Watch under your door. Okay?”

“Okay. Are you going to sleep now, Aris?”

“I’m gonna try. Night Y/N.”

“Okay. Goodnight Aris.”

Despite my words, I kept my eyes open, refusing to doze off again. I can't let this now be real. It has to be. It has to.