Please Tommy: Maze Runner One Shots & Imagines [On Hold]

Lazer Tag Pt 1

Lazer Tag was not just a game. It was honor.

Thomas believed this with his heart, soul and mind. So every weekend he tramped back down the street to Lazer Tag, $20 in his pocket and determined frown on his face. There were hardly ever the same people there, so Thomas preferred to go solo. But today was different. Today there was a birthday party.

And not just any person birthday party. It was a teenager's birthday party. Thomas was no little kid, he would be 11 in the fall and go into middle school, but teenagers were no joke. Especially this teenager. Arthur David Janson. His friends called him Jan. Thomas though, preferred to call him Ratface. Never to his face, Ratface was way bigger than he was. But in his head, Thomas found great joy in the nickname.

Grim-faced, Thomas surveyed the birthday party from a distance. Jan, Ava Paige, who pretended to be the meanest girl in the city but Thomas new better, and several other big muscled knuckle heads. Thomas would probably regret playing today but he went up and paid anyway. He found himself in line behind a blonde boy about his own age. The blonde boy looks at him, then the groups of teenagers. "We're going to need all the help we can get, aren't we?" he says in a funny sounding accent. Thomas nods.

The boys sticks out it hand. "The name's Newton. Call me Newt."

Thomas shook his hand. "I'm Thomas."

"I'm gonna call you Tommy." The boy says, giving him a grin. "Tommy, you and me are gonna be a team." Thomas nodded, he wouldn't mind, this once. 

Jessica, the girl who worked there, ushered Thomas, Newt, Jan and his group, and a few other kids into the room to put on their equipment. Thomas and Newt geared up and then waited eagerly by the door. Jessica gave the instruction, which Thomas didn't bother to listen to since he could recite them, then let the roudy group of kids go. Newt and Thomas scrambled off. "You bloody stay by me, you hear?" Newt says.

"Oh, shut up. I can fend for myself."  Thomas responds.

"Is that so, shank?" a voice says to him and Thomas turns around to see another boy about his age. "You run, I shoot, you got me shuck-face?" The boy says. Thomas and Newt nod. "You two a team?" The boy asks. Nod. "You wanna make it a threesome?" Thomas and Newt look at each other. "That's good. You didn't really have much of a choice." The boy lowers his gun, "I'm Minho." 

"Name's Newt. This here is Tommy. Now let's get out of here before Jan finds us." The three boys take off together, finally settling themselves down in a particularly out of the way corner. 

"What's the plan, shuck-face?" Minho asks.

Thomas gives him a confused look. "What's a shuck-face."

Minho shrugs. "I made it up. My mom won't let me say the real words."

Newt laughs. "Bloody hell! You a mama's boy?"

"Shut up, British guy!" Minho says. So that's why Newt sounded so weird.

"Yeah, British guy!" A snobby voice says. Thomas groans. Ratface. 

"Holy shucking klunk cakes." Minho shouts and takes off. Ratface shoots after him but Minho was too fast. Ratface shrugs and turns back to Newt and Thomas, smirking. "I gotcha cornered."

But Ratface's vest lights up. "What the-" he shouts. Thomas and Newt stare at the person behind Ratface in shock.

"It's a girl!" Newt shouts. 

"Well, don't just stand there! Run!" The girls says. Newt and Thomas take off, the girl right behind them.  Ratface unable to do anything since his gun was disabled. They run up to any empty platform. "Some friend you had there." The girls says, taking her position at a window to shoot anyone who walks by.

"Well, it wasn't exactly our idea to team up with him." Thomas says.

"I'm sure." the girl says, shooting at some poor passer-by. "I'm Teresa."

"I'm-" Newt begins but Teresa interrupts him. "Newt. I know. And he's Thomas. I've been spying on you since the line. I've decided I like you. Welcome to Team Teresa. We're gonna change this whole game."

Newt laughs. "Why should we trust you?"

Teresa gives him a blank look. "Did I, or did I not just save both of your butts?" When the boys don't reply, she grins. "That's what I thought. Trust founded."