The Maze Runner Imagines

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"Well done, Minho. You've put a hole the size of your bloody ego in the wall." Newt grumbled.

"What?!" Minho yelped in defence. Of course, Minho believed he could never be caught in the wrong. "The slingshot was Thomas' idea!"

"Yeah, ok, but why'd you have to make it that big? What happened to a normal slingshot?!" Newt scolded.

"A tiny slingshot would be boring, man! We had to make it big enough to actually do some damage!" Minho snapped. He believed their reasoning for creating a giant slingshot should be common knowledge.

Newt took in a deep breath and rubbed his face. "What was it you were planning on destroying?"

Thomas and Minho looked between each other. Then, lost of ideas, they both looked to Y/N desperately.

"Don't look at me!" She raised her arms in innocence. "I only helped you guys build it. It wasn't my idea."

"Grievers..." Thomas piped up, eyes jumping between his friends. "Or, if one of the pigs went haywire. Maybe Gally, if worse comes to worst."

Thomas, Newt, Y/N and Minho all stood dumbfounded as they stared up at the massive, gaping hole in the side of the homestead. Pieces of wood tumbled down before them and the already rickety building creaked.

They had no idea how they were going to fix this.

Of course, this gigantic issue wasn't going to go unnoticed for long. And, sure enough, someone was yelling and cursing from across the Glade. That voice was from no other than Gally, his long strides carrying him much closer to the four kids than they would hope.

Fuming, Gally screamed something incoherent and pointed up at the hole in the homestead.

"He looks angry." Y/N fretted.

"Yeah." Thomas agreed, not seeming too bothered. "Inside he's even madder."

"Scram." Newt knew their only chance of surviving this was to get out as soon as possible. He was the first to start sprinting towards the deadheads. Y/N and Thomas followed right after. Minho debated his chances of squaring up Gally but figured it was best to run as well.

The four ran like their lives depended on it, because truthfully, they did. For the first time in his life, Minho found himself on uneven ground and lost his balance. He went face first into the dirt.

Y/N was the only one willing to risk stopping and knelt down at Minho's side so she could help him up.

Face still in the dirt due to embarrassment, Minho held his arm up and waved his hand around. "Leave me to die, Y/N." He muttered. "Gally's gonna want someone to beat up for this."

"Ok." She jumped up and began to walk away. "Better you than me."

Minho flipped over, flailing. "No! Wait! I was just being dramatic please help me."

Y/N laughed and hauled Minho up to his feet, once again picking up speed the moment they heard Gally screaming. They ran as fast as they could and met up with Newt and Thomas in the maproom. They barricaded the door haphazardly.

"At least we've got some food." Minho dragged out a bin of old, probably rotten fruit, vegetables and bread. Everyone cringed and Newt gagged. "We'll have to share the water...except you, Newt. I know you're a germaphobe."

"Shut up, Minho!" Newt was considering sacrificing himself. "We're not gonna be stuck in here forever. We've just got to wait for Alby to calm him down."

"...And what if Alby's just as mad?" Y/N asked, making the entire group realize just how much trouble they could get into.

Thomas shrugged, reaching for a moldy apple. "Then we're really stuck here forever."

"Ah!" Newt squawked, knocking the apple out of Thomas' hands, sending it across the dusty floor. "We'll be fine, alright? We've just got to wait a bit."

"Nice knowing you guys." Minho slumped against the wall and chugged a bottle of water. "Oops. There goes our water."