A variety of Maze Runner preferences.
Currently writing for Gally, Minho, Newt and Thomas.
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Gifs to somehow suit the preference
Youtube links to whatever I'm listening to atm...just in case you're looking for music :P
A/N: TDC spoilers, sorry. Not the bad kind though. Also allusions to the Fever Code, but not really spoilers as such so use your own judgement there.
When do I have to stop notifying people about spoilers because this is really dragging on...?
Gally:
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When you first arrived at WICKED headquarters, you were distraught. Your parents were already going mad by the time WICKED hunted you down, and you'd already seen and heard so much more than a five year old ever should.
They brought you through to weird hospital room where beds lined the walls. Each bed had a set of curtains surrounding it, ready to be pulled shut, hiding whatever was inside.
You didn't cry, but the place had you freaking out on the inside; you just wanted to go home and pretend everything was normal again. That had worked for a long time until your parents started losing their tempers more.
One of the sets of curtains opened to reveal a young boy --maybe a year or two older than you-- staring out at you with wide eyes. He smiled a polite smile and stepped towards you and the woman who'd led you in.
"It's okay," he said. "They didn't hurt me, so they won't hurt you. It might be scary here, but they're nice, I promise."
The next time you saw Gally, you had no memory of ever knowing him. He was with the other boys from Group A, returning to fight back against WICKED once and for all. He gave you an odd look, as if he expected you to greet him, and looked disappointed when you didn't.
WICKED had taken so much more from you than you'd ever know.
Minho:
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There was a commotion coming from down the hallway. You'd been with WICKED for three years now, but they refused to show you anything other than the girls' dining hall, the dormitory, or the classrooms. You were sick of those places, and the sound of chaos drew you in, so you broke away from the group and followed after the sound.
