TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Five

Y/N's POV

The darkness stretched endlessly, heavy and suffocating. Only a dim, flickering light cut through the gloom, casting long, distorted shadows across the ground. My footsteps echoed unnaturally, the sound bouncing off unseen walls.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling as it broke the silence.

The air felt cold and damp, thick with an unshakable sense of wrongness.

I moved cautiously, my hand brushing against the cold stone walls as I made my way forward. The hallway seemed to stretch forever, twisting and turning in disorienting ways.

"Is anyone here?" I called again, though part of me didn't want an answer.

I paused, my fingers tracing over the surface of the wall. Something was missing. The numbers—always there, always shifting—were gone. In their place was something far more ominous.

The strange symbol Thomas had found on the griever was etched repeatedly into the stone, the markings glowing faintly in the dim light.

A chill ran down my spine as I leaned closer. The lines of the symbol seemed to pulse faintly, almost as if alive.

"What does it mean?" I whispered to myself, my fingers hovering over the strange markings.

The sensation of being watched prickled at the back of my neck. I spun around, but the hallway behind me was empty. My breath hitched as I turned back to the wall, trying to shake the feeling.

I continued down the corridor, the shadows seeming to close in around me. Every step felt heavier, every sound louder. Somewhere in the distance, I thought I heard a faint click, but when I stopped to listen, it was gone.

The hallway opened into a larger chamber. A faint hum filled the air, and there, in the center, stood a man hunched over a small device. The faint glow of the screen illuminated his sharp, angular features. He moved quickly, his hands typing furiously as if racing against time.

I crept closer, my heart hammering in my chest. The man muttered under his breath, the words too low to make out. I crouched behind a wall, peeking around the corner.

On the screen, numbers and symbols flickered rapidly. The man paused, glancing at something just out of sight before continuing. His movements were precise, calculated, and strangely mechanical.

The sound of my boot scraping against the stone made me freeze.

The man whipped around, his sharp rat-like eyes locking onto me.

"What are you doing here?" he barked, his voice echoing off the walls. His expression twisted into rage as he took a step toward me. "How did you find this place?"

Panic surged through me, and I turned to run. His footsteps thundered behind me, growing louder with every step.

I pushed myself harder, the maze twisting and turning, disorienting me at every corner. My breath came in ragged gasps as the walls seemed to close in around me.

"Y/N!" A voice called faintly from somewhere behind me.

The man's footsteps stopped abruptly. I glanced over my shoulder, but he was gone.

The oppressive silence returned, broken only by a faint, rhythmic beeping.

A metallic screech tore through the air, and I looked up. My blood ran cold.

A griever was perched above me, its grotesque form silhouetted against the faint light. Its glowing red eyes locked onto mine, and I screamed.

"Y/N, wake up. You're safe."

Thomas' voice broke through the haze, his hands cradling my face. My breath came in shallow gasps as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Thomas' voice pulled me out of the nightmare, his hands gently cupping my face. My breath came in shallow gasps, my body trembling as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Thomas?" I stammered, my voice barely audible.

"I'm here," he said softly, his thumb brushing away the tears. "It was just a bad dream. You're okay."

Was is really just a bad dream? No, it can't be. It  all felt too... real. 

I buried my face in his chest, clinging to him as his steady presence grounded me. "I love you," I whispered against his shirt, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

"I love you too," he replied, his arms tightening around me protectively.

"Y/N? Thomas?" Minho's voice called from somewhere nearby, breaking the quiet moment.

"In here!" Thomas shouted back, his hand still resting on my back.

Minho appeared moments later, his face tense. "We need to move. Newt's looking for us."

I nodded, forcing myself to my feet, though my legs felt unsteady.

"You go ahead," I said, leaning against a tree for support.

Thomas frowned. "What are you talking about? We're not leaving you."

"I just need a minute to catch my breath," I insisted. "I'll meet you at the glade."

"You sure?" Minho asked, his expression skeptical.

"Yes," I said firmly, looking at Thomas. "Find Newt. I'll be fine."

Thomas hesitated, his hand lingering on mine. "We'll come back for you," he said softly, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I'll be here," I promised, giving him a faint smile.

Reluctantly, he nodded and followed Minho toward the glade.

Thomas' POV

Leaving her behind felt wrong, but I didn't have a choice.

"She'll be fine," Minho said, though his tone lacked its usual confidence. "She's tougher than both of us combined."

I didn't respond, my thoughts clouded with worry as we moved quickly through the forest.

When we reached the glade, Newt was waiting at the edge, his eyes scanning the trees. Relief flickered across his face when he saw us.

"Where's Y/N?" he asked, his voice low but sharp.

"She stayed behind," I admitted, guilt gnawing at me.

Newt's brow furrowed. "Then what are we standing around for? Let's go, we need her too."

Minho didn't need convincing. "Let's move," he said, already heading back toward the forest.

This time, we weren't leaving without her.