𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 large speakers greeted Newt and I as we entered the party hand in hand. We looked at our surroundings for any sight of Thomas and Brenda but instead we just saw people—Cranks dancing, drinking, laughing, and partying. Newt and I continued to walk deeper in the sea of Cranks that looks like they are high on an plant I thought was extinct called marijuana.
Newt and I accidentally bumped a couple making out and it was not a good sight.
"Does the virus rooted in your eyes that it made you blind?" the girl with rainbow streaks on her hair whined.
The man she's making out with glared at us and then they continued on there make out session. Newt and I shared disgusted looks and decided to stay away from the PDA couple.
"Hey (Y/n), looks they're crowdin' there," Newt said with his thick accent.
We walked to the room where people are crowding and that's when we saw something more disturbing than PDA: A full past Gone Crank is chained and it looks like people are betting on it.
"Any higher than 200?" the man wearing a ragged cowboy hat asked. "No? Then let's do it."
The crowd cheered as the man cocked his revolver and shot the Crank straight in the head.
I flinched at the sound of the gun and Newt pulled me closer. "Let's stay away from here. They may be somewhere," he whispered.
"Next target!" the man yelled as we walked away from the shot-the-Crank game.
"(Y/n), do you see any familiar faces?" Newt asked over the music.
"No. All I see are just these lunatic pre-Cranks." I scratched my head, "I think we need to split for awhile so that it would be easier to find them."
Newt widened his eyes at me, "No way! I'm not leaving you alone, (Y/n)."
"Newt it would be easier if we split for a little. I really wanted to find them so that we could get away from this hellhole," I reasoned.
"Tsk, you just wanted to see Thomas," he whispered under his breath.
"What?" I pretended not hearing it.
"N-Nothing. I said fine but let's just keep each other on sight, and be careful," he said.
"You, too," I said and we split away.
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I mumbled 'Excuse me' as I pass through the Cranks, looking for any sight of Thomas and Brenda.
"Hey!" somebody shouted but I just continued to look around. "You with (y/h/c)!" they shouted again that made me stop on my tracks and look at the direction of the speaker.
It was a tan guy with whipped black hair in a white tee with small holes. I raised my brow as he approached me.
"Dance with me," he said and offered his hand.
"Uh, I-I'm sorry. I can't," I said and gave him a fake smile.
I started to walk away but he gripped my arm and pulled me towards him. "If I asked you to dance with me, dance with me," he insisted and put his hand on my waist. He placed my hands on his shoulder and we started to waltz.
"Uh, I-I really need to go, mister. My friend is probably looking for me, h-he's probably worried now." I tried to push him away but he spun me around.
"Come on, baby. This is fun, I'm fun," he winked at me.
I internally cringed and I feel like I wanna kick this shuckface at his balls. He's shucking disgusting. This time, I pushed him a little harder but he gripped tighter on my wrist, causing me to wince.
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfic(Y/n) was a scientist in WICKED. She was working there with her father, Janson. But her life changed when the Maze trials ended. She finally met her friends again, Thomas and Teresa and the Gladers. She knew that they didn't remember her anymore an...
