When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

thomas when...

You wake up in the Glade

You fluttered your eyes open to reveal a wooden ceiling. What the hell? You asked yourself becoming aware of your surroundings.

"Guys, she's awake," A boy with short blonde hair and a British accent said from the door of the wooden shed.

You looked frantically around you for something to protect yourself with. The British boy quickly caught on to what you were doing.

"Hey it's okay I'm not gonna hurt you," He said cautiously, still blocking the exit. You had no other choice, so you punched his jaw and pushed him aside from the door. You ran outside desperate to find an escape, but you quickly noticed that on all sides of you were enormous walls.

"Hey wait!" The boy you punched came running out of the shed so you started running again. You spotted some sort of a treehouse and made a dash for it. By the time you reached the ladder, groups of boys were following close behind you.

You reached the top and started throwing rocks at the boys who were trying to climb up.

"Stay away! Don't come any closer!" You yelled throwing more rocks down. Some of the boys scattered away but most stayed and shielded themselves. It stayed like this for a while and it grew somewhat quiet, until you heard a different voice.

"What happened? Is she awake?"

You recognized the voice. You didn't know who it was or where you heard it from, the only thing you could remember was your name.

"Hey! We just want to talk!" The boy yelled and you were about to throw a rock down but something stopped you. Instead you peaked over the treehouse and saw the group of boys looking up at you.

"Okay, uh, I'm gonna come up," You heard him shout and start climbing the latter. You grabbed a machete next to you just in case.

He peaked his head up and made eye contact with the machete stretched out towards him.

"Woah, woah, woah. Okay just.. easy, alright," He said reaching out his hand. "What is this place. Who are you?" You demanded keeping a tight grip on the machete.

"Just relax, okay? This is the Glade, where we live. Someone put us here and erased all our memories. We call ourselves Gladers-," "No, who are you?" You specified.

"I know your voice. I know your face. How do I know you? What's your name?" You asked, tears pricking at your eyes. It killed you that you knew him but didn't. It was like it was on the top of your tongue.

"I'm Thomas," Your eyes widened and you dropped the machete making a loud bang. You couldn't hold back your tears any longer, Thomas was your best friend.

"Thomas it's me," you smiled hoping he would remember, "it's me, Y/N."

And suddenly Thomas's expression copied yours and he swiftly engulfed you into a hug.

"Oh my god. I thought I lost you Y/N," He says, his tears leaking through your shirt. "After they sent you here after what you did I couldn't bare it any longer. I knew I would've killed myself if it meant I had to watch you die and never see you again."

"Hey, what's going on?!" A boy shouted from down below. "We're just getting acquainted," Thomas laughed.