Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

Just Like Me (Chuck)

The shovel was as tall as I was, lanky and awkward in my hands. Every time I tried to dig it into the dirt, it got stuck in the ground. Every time I was sent to practice with vines, I had to stand on my toes to even touch the top. Everyone here was taller, older, and a boy. I managed to find three ways to stick out like a sore thumb.

“I needed someone to help me anyway. Come on. Ya’ should be able to reach the seeds.”

I obliged as I trailed behind the blonde, avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone else. Whether they were looking at me or not, my face burned either way. I never planned to be the Glade outcast. At least, I don’t think so. There's not really much I can remember.

I know what stew is though. This one is good too. It has enough meat and vegetables to fill me up and enough actually flavorful broth to drink after.

Nobody’s looking at me. They should be over the surprise, instead focusing on their own lives and own friends.

Still, I hid behind Newt, trying to disappear into the ground. He glanced back every now and then as if to confirm I was still there and still hiding from everyone.

“You’ll get used to ‘em soon.”

Despite not having my memories, I’ve never doubted a statement more. I know deep in my soul that hiding in the shadows is the best option. Nothing bad can happen to shadows.

“I was nervous around the three blokes I was stuck with too. Everyone is, and if they aren't, they're lyin’ to ya’.”

“Were they also the only girl in this place?”I pointed out.

“Not that I know. Some of ‘em are a little odd though. At least one is hidin’ something.”

I bit back a smile that gave away my feelings about the joke, instead focusing back on dinner.

The Sloppers looked a lot different from the Track-hoes. Some of them seemed a lot more down, like they didn't really want to be there. That seems like a good sign.

As I was looking around, taking everything in, there was a sudden tap on my shoulder. Whipping my head around, I found myself stepping back on instinct. My cheeks flushed at the giveaway that I couldn't help but always be at least a little nervous.

Standing in front of me was the only one around my age. His hair seemed to bounce with each movement, brunette curls that barely stayed out of his eyes. He just seemed strangely happy to be there, a genuine smile on his face.

“Y/N, right?”

When I nodded, he looked at me in a way that said he understood. Apparently, he was the first freak to show up, a warmup of sorts.

“I’m the Keeper here. I get to explain how everything goes. Show you the ropes and all that,”he explained, practically jumping with pride. I’m sure I would be too, if I was able to. I’m not a fan of having to tell people what to do. Even if I was, what am I supposed to do when they don’t listen?

“Nobody else really likes doing things. They all just talk and whatever teenagers do,”he pointed out.

“Yeah! Or they get quiet when I’m around,”I nodded.

“Exactly. Even during meals.”

“Or at night when it’s perfect tag weather.”

“Or hide and seek!”

“Or hide and seek tag!”

“Then, we could play hide and seek tag,”he pointed out, gesturing between us.

“I mean I was planning on sitting with Newt, but yeah. That sounds a lot more fun.”