A to be filled emptiness. When there is too much emptiness in your life. You should act against it. Emptiness must be filled. This are Newtmas/Dylmas stories. Mostly outside the glade, but if requested also inside. Warnings are always being said. You can request me everything, I'll mostly say yes.
Thomas wakes up in a box and he doesn't know how he got there. He soon finds himself in the safe haven of the Glade. There is one other thing, or person, that makes Thomas content with his knew life, but he doesn't want to admit it. (I suck and summaries, story is way better) Disclaimer: All rights go to James Dashner.
This is a Newtmas (my OTP) fanfic for all you obsess-ies. It's set in the Glade (at first), and starts the night after Thomas wakes up from the changing. I've had to change a few things around to make the story work but it will all be explained! Hope you enjoy!!! PS I am not James Dashner and I own nothing.
The last thing I remember was my body hitting the ground. I open my eyes to see a blinding white light, and then he's standing there. Newt. And he was smiling. He looked as if he was the happiest boy alive; like he had never been broken. "Welcome to heaven, Tommy," smirked Newt, "took you long enough to get here."