Memories (Newt X Reader)

Memories (Newt X Reader)

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Fanfic
The Maze Runner
Before you went into the Maze. Before you were dropped into the Scorch. Before you escaped from the very people who raised you -- you worked for them. Brought to WICKED headquarters when you were no older than seven years old by your father, you were employed by them. You made friends. You met a guy. You were as close to happy as it was possible to be with the world half in flames; so happy, in fact, you almost wished you hadn't found out what they were really trying to do. What they intended to do to you. To Alby, Minho, Thomas. To Newt. You almost wished you didn't have to stop them. Almost.
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You were in Group B, with all the other girls, but that all changed when you got lost in the Maze, alone. For days you outran grievers and tried to make it back, but your supplies were scarce and you blacked out. When you woke up, you thought you were home in the Springs (Group B's Glade), but you noticed something. This place was different. It was warmer and the smelt strange, and the biggest difference, it was filled with boys. When you awoke you ran around in a panic, threatening anyone who came within twenty feet of you, until you saw him. Something in your memory loss faltered as you looked at the boy with sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. You remembered him from something. You knew that you and the boy were somehow connected. TW: depression, suicide, mild swearing

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