The Maze Runner Imagine (Newt)
Request: Hey there! I have sort of a weird imagine request here, sorry XD now could you pretty please write about the reader being the only girl in the glade, arriving a bit after newt, but with a dog? A really cute one? And everyone mistrusts the dog (spot) And everyone but newt wants to banish spot? And the reader has a crush on newt and finds it really cute how protective he is over spot? And then ben attacks gally bc thomas isn’t there yet, and spot saves gallys life? Okay this sounds rlly weird
Note: I loved the idea of the imagine! I’m really sorry it took me some time to write it! But I hope you like it :) If you want me to include a few more ‘scenes’ with Newt just write me a message :)
“Help!” Desperately I banged against the metallic walls. “Someone help me!”
Suddenly the lift, I guessed, I was trapped in stopped and the grid above my head was pulled open by a couple of hands. My eyes were confronted with bright sunlight causing me to fall to the floor. I heard whistles and laughter.
“Oh god,” I mumbled into my slightly shaking hands which got removed from my burning face shortly after. “It’s a girl!” A boy’s voice reported.
I risked a quick glance. He was tall, blond and generally pretty good looking. “What’s your name, love?”
Sorely shocked I recognized I didn’t remember. “I-I don’t know.”
“No worries. You’ll remember soon. I’m Newt by the way.” For the first time I actually got the courage to look up. “Where am I?” He reached out to grab my hand.
Just as he was about to help me out of the lift, a dark skinned boy rose his voice. “What the shuck is this?” The gazes of the other boys followed his extended forefinger. We turned around as well. “Is this yours?”
At first I didn’t understand what he was talking about but then I spotted the little, fluffy ball in the corner. An excited squeak escaped my mouth. “Spot! Buddy, come here.” The boys watched me with different expressions but most of them looked warily yet terrified.
“What?” I asked slightly confused as I straightened myself with the puppy in my arms. Since no one made an attempt to answer, Newt went on to help me out of the box.
My feet hadn’t even touched the grass properly as Spot wriggled out of my grasp and scampered away barking loudly.
“Okay and now, would someone be kind enough to tell me what this place is?” “Sure,” Newt’s arm sneaked around my shoulder. “Welcome to the Glade.”
The “Glade” turned out to be a gigantic green area surrounded by four big walls made out of stone and vegetated with ivy. The “Maze” hid behind them. Newt forced me to promise him to never put a step further than the entrance. Not a single one.
“The doors close every night,” he had rammed down my throat. “And believe me, you don’t want to be trapped behind them.”
“Why?” I just had to ask. “Nobody’s ever survived a night in the Maze.”
“What happened?” “We call them grievers,” a mysterious tone resonated in his voice. “They come out at night to comb through the maze.”
“What are they searching for?” “I think that are enough questions for one day,” he shrugged me off. “But,” I tried to protest and get him to tell me more about the frightening creatures living behind these walls.
“Gotta get back to work,” winking he turned around to limp back to the gardens. “Slinthead,” I muttered and noticed for the first time the Glader slang that crept unobtrusively into my vocabulary.
Sighing I sat down and crossed my legs. It didn’t take long till Spot made himself comfortable on them. Starring up at the formidably walls I stroked his fluffy fur. “Oh, Spot. Where did we get ourselves into?” He grumbled. “I’m going to interpret this as an ‘I don’t know’.”
After some time I noticed two things. First, accepting the job as a med-jack was probably the best decision of my life. Second, the boys didn’t really seem to like Spot. They avoided him like poison except from Newt. He would try to protect him any time he could. I think it was pretty cute though.
Whenever something happened, mainly bad things, the other Gladers always blamed Spot.
Someone stole food from Frypan? It was Spot.
The newest building crashed down? For sure Spot had his paws in the pie.
Minho almost didn’t make it back before the walls closed? It was Spot’s fault.
If they could just see how ridiculously they all acted. For shucks sake, he was a dog! Not a criminal. Unfortunately no one wanted to understand.
“(Y/N)!” Gally’s voice pulled me away from my thoughts.
“What?” I replied in the same volume. “My hammer’s missing!”
“What do you want me to do about it?” I crossed my arms over my chest to show my annoyance. “Your stupid dog stole it. I’m sure.”
For some simple reasons I economised myself a refutation. I didn’t want to instigate a fight again. So I elegantly turned on my heels and head off to the homestead, where my ‘stupid dog’ was currently sleeping in my separated room.
Halfway through the Glade Newt crossed my path. “How’s it going, love?” He asked. A cheeky smile forming on his reddish face.
“Good besides the fact that everybody wants to see Spot in the slammer because of things he wouldn’t even been able to do.” “Like?”
“Stealing Gally’s shucking hammer.” “That shank. He left it at the west doors,” chuckling the blond boy shook his head but as soon as he noticed I didn’t join him, he stopped, slung his arm around my waist and buried his face in my hair. “Oh, (Y/N). Take it easy. Sooner or later they’ll all realize how idiotically they act.”
“Yeah,” I nodded desultory.
“It just takes time. Don’t be down in the mouth!”
“You know, you could easily work as a motivational coach.” My peck on his lips made his cheeks light up even more. “But seriously, thanks Newt.”
“Always at your service, love,” he suggested a bow and kissed the back of my hand.
And he was right. As days and weeks crawled on, more and more Gladers dared to take a closer look at Spot. Among them Jeff and Clint. My two med-jack colleagues actually appreciated the company of the puppy since the hut was empty most of the time. Zart also found a proper job for him. Weeding. Only Gally’s been a thorn in my side. But not for much longer.
It was one of these days where the sun shined relentlessly at our already smoking heads. Everybody minded their own business. Nothing suspicious. Well, apart from the fact that Ben hadn’t shown up to work today. He was nowhere to be found. Until now.
Aggressively steps and cracking branches caught my attention. The Gladers in close vicinity to the forest interrupted their doings to watch. A person broke out of the thicket. Ben!
Gally let his recovered hammer slid to the ground. “Ben! Where have you been, man?” His friend didn’t answer.
“Something is wrong,” I thought worriedly. My mouth was open, ready to scream but no sound escaped my throat. Instead I stood at the entrance of the med-jacks hut, Spot beside me, unable to move.
“You heard…” The keeper of the builders was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream. Ben swooped down on him, dragging him to the ground. Immediately the whole Glade awoke from its rigidity and lunged towards them. Spot and I included.
Alby and Newt were the first ones to arrive at the two combatants. Each one of them grabbed an arm of Ben to try and get him off of the boy but he was to strong.
Even from this distance I could tell that he had been stung by a griever and I could also tell that Gally was about to lose. Ben tightened the grip around the builder’s neck and kept squeezing.
“Ben! No!” Newt groaned as he tugged with all of his strength.
“Spot,” I let out a short whistle. His eyes shot up at me. “Go. Come on, buddy. Save that stupid shuck-face’ life.” As fast as his little legs could carry him, he hopped across the lawn to hurry to Gally’s rescue. A few boys jumped out of the way.
I doubled the speed. Why didn’t I become a runner? Oh right because nobody wanted to be alone with my ‘killer machine’. The ‘killer machine’ who was about to save a life right now.
“Spot! Bite him!” I cried while desperately trying to catch my breath. Maybe that was a reason too why I was a med-jack and not a runner. Anyway I was drifting off topic.
Against all expectations my little puppy succeeded to gain Ben’s attention by barking at him. Alby and Newt jumped at the chance and pinned him to the ground. Other Gladers helped them. To really make sure that Ben was incapacitated, Spot bit his right leg.
While they carried the stung boy away I called my dog back and kneeled next to Gally. “Are you alright?”
He based himself on his elbows. “Yes. Shocked but okay.”
“Well, looks like my stupid dog saved your life,” triumphantly I stroked Spot’s head. “I uhm…”
“Don’t you think it’s time for an apology?”
He sighed devotedly. “I’m sorry for all the times I called him stupid or whatever. You’re satisfied now?”
“Ask him,” smiling I shoved Spot forward.
He repeated his question and earned a little bark and a wet ‘kiss’. “Eww,” groaning Gally whipped his cheek dry again.
“He likes you. Maybe you’ll get best friends now.”
“No, thanks. I still can’t stand him.”