The Maze Runner Imagines

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"Where's Thomas?" Newt muttered as he scribbled away impatiently on a piece of paper. "I said map room, sundown. The easiest bloody instructions—and he's still not here."

"Maybe he got lost." Y/N shrugged, laying down onto the floor tiredly.

Minho hovered over the girl with his arms crossed and a brow raised. "We live in a stone box. It's impossible to get lost."

"Then go find him!" Y/N kicked at Minho's heels, making him back off as she sat up.

Minho seemed to contemplate her demand. "How bout' we all go find him?"

Newt seemed to shrink. "I should wait here, in case he comes back."

"Nah uh, shuckface. C'mon." Minho grabbed Newt's arm unforgivably tight and plowed through the map room door into the deadheads. It was a good thing Y/N was with them, because otherwise, the boys would be in a precarious situation. Y/N pushed Minho and Newt down into the dirt when she saw the flicker of a flame coming near them from the homestaed.

"What the shuck, shebean?!" Minho cried.

"Minho, shut up!" Y/N smacked the back of his head, whispering forcefully. She shushed both of her friends and pointed towards the flame which had gotten a lot closer since the last time she looked.

There was Gally, menacing eyebrows highlighted by the flame in his hand. By his side was Thomas, wincing, being dragged by his ear towards the slammer.

"What'd he do?!" Newt threw his head into his hands in exasperation. There was no making Thomas understand what he should and shouldn't do in the Glade.

"Well whatever it was, it pissed Gally off." Y/N admitted.

Minho snickered as Gally tossed Thomas down into the pit. "He's so stupid."

"Says you." Y/N punched the keeper of the runners in the ribs, causing a pouty look to arise on his face.

The group remained on the ground until Gally disappeared back into the homestead. With one swift move, Y/N was running into the dark towards the slammer with no light to guide her way.

"Pssst—Thomas." She searched each pit for a sign of the dark haired boy.

"Y/N?" He sounded back.

"What'd you do?!" Newt pressed Thomas for answers.

"Nothing!" The new runner scoffed defensively.

"Ya right, Thomas. Fess up." Minho plopped down in the dirt outside of the slammer.

Everyone heard Thomas sigh in defeat and shuffle around a little. "I wanted a sandwich."

"That's what Gally put you in here for?!" Newt gaped.

"Well, yeah." Thomas shrugged.

"And here we thought you killed someone." Minho grumbled. "Let's get ya out of here." He said as he began to search for the slammers latch.

A couple of minutes passed of Minho cursing and mumbling at the hatch, but he finally released it.

"Uhhh, guys—problem." Y/N whispered and directed everyones attention towards the homestead where two flames were now approaching.

"Go, go, go!" Newt began flailing around, trying to help Thomas out of the pit. Once they managed to haul his body out, Minho booked it right towards the deadheads. Everyone followed his lead, but the moment they reached the edge of the forest, Thomas stopped dead in his tracks.

"My sandwich!" Thomas cried.

"FORGET THE SANDWICH, THOMAS!" Minho whispered as loud as he possibly could in his face. "If it were a griever, would you be goin' back for the sandwich?"

"Well—" Thomas blabbered.

"The fact that he didn't say no..." Y/N stifled a laugh.

"Is bloody awful." Newt finished.

Y/N and Newt could swear they'd never seen Minho looked so unimpressed in his life.

"If you look up 'idiot' in the dictionary, know what you'll find?" Minho asked Thomas.

Thomas grunted. Minho had pulled this on him plenty of times before with different demeaning nouns. "A picture of me, right?"

"NO!" Minho jabbed Thomas' chest. "You'll find the definition of idiot."

For a second, Thomas thought he'd escaped an insult. But, he was wrong.

"WHICH YOU ARE!" Minho scolded. "Now, lets head to our planned rendezvous."

"I just wanted a sandwich..." Thomas mumbled as he stumbled through the forest after this friends.

In the distance, Gally's raucous wails of complaint could be heard. He must have finally found Thomas' pit to be empty.