@sassy-mary: Heey so i rlly like your blog ,and i follow it for a while now and i have a request for Newt I’m not sure if you already made something like this but, imagine showing up on the box and knowing that is a paralel universe and knowing what’s going and why you were filling up Teresa’s place Thank you dear
You woke up in the Box. Te loud sounds of metal clanking against metal was alarming, but then you remembered. You remembered everything.
You weren’t supposed to be in the Box. You weren’t supposed to be in the Maze with the boys or girls. You were originally supposed to be working on something else. WICKED’s plan for you was to be in the Scorch as an obstacle for the Gladers. See how you could change their strategy and whatnot. But something happened.
Teresa, the girl originally supposed to be in your spot, fell terribly ill. It wasn’t the Flare since she was immune, but she fell terminally ill and was in the infirmary. They needed someone to fill in her spot. You were the next best since you did all the training and schooling her and the others did. You didn’t want to do it, but you had no choice. WICKED swiped your memory, or so they thought. Apparently something went wrong when doing the operation, and you remembered everything.
“It’s a girl?” You heard the familiar British accent. It was Newt.
You squinted your eyes at the artificial sunlight. Seeing so many familiar faces, it was nice to see these boys again. But they didn’t recognize you.
“Help me out, will you?” You demanded, not even hesitating. The boys jumped back at your confidence. No one had ever been so… determined? You already seemed like you knew why you were there.
“Here’s a note for you guys.” You handed the crumpled piece of paper to Alby. It was the note Teresa was supposed to have. You were also supposed to be unconscious, but that didn’t work out either. The people of WICKED were losing their minds seeing how you were responding to everything.
A couple days into the Glade, everyone knew you were different. Even more different than Thomas. It was strange to them all. You were inspecting their construction work, viewing how they lived up close. It was interesting. Way different than viewing them from a screen.
“Newt, come here a sec. I want to talk to you.”
You had always liked Newt. He was so easy to talk to. Very trustworthy and pleasant to be around.
Newt walked over. “Yes, Y/N?”
“Listen, I know you don’t remember, but we all used to go to school together in the facility that brought us here. We were raised in a facility after being taken away from our families… They swiped your memories and made you forget. I was supposed to be used for a different part of these Trials, but they sent me here. When they swiped my memory, something went wrong and it didn’t work. I remember everything. Including the way out.”
Newt’s look of confusion turned to shock. His eyes widened. This was so much information at once. It was almost baffling to him.
“O-Oh. Okay, um… Why did you tell me this? Why not Alby?” He questioned.
A small smile formed at the corners of your mouth. “We were best friends before the Maze. Now let’s get us all out of here, yeah?”
Newt smiled and nodded. Immediately there was a Gathering called. All the Keepers gathered in the meeting room where you explained everything in more detail. Of course there were a few skeptics.
“How can we trust you? You been here a mere four days,” Gally sneered.
“Same old Gally, huh?” You chuckled. “Gally, hush up. I could take you with such ease. Don’t even try me!”
“What?” Gally got even angrier.
“Nevermind that, but listen, we need to get out of here and I know the way out. We need to pack food and create stronger weapons. It’ll take a few days, but we need to take action.”
“I’m with her,” Frypan grinned.
It took some convincing, but almost all the Keepers agreed. Gally and one other Keeper weren’t having it. Mainly because you were a Greenie and a mysterious girl. How could you be so trustworthy? But the boys who wanted to stay behind were left behind. No one could convince them, and that included Gally.
Every Glader who was on board with following your directions got straight to working. You viewed the Maps the Runners created, cracking the code. You figured out which pattern it was on.
You mainly worked with Newt, loving the bonding time with him. He really was your best friend before the Maze. You often comforted him when he missed his sister. You were always there for him, and he was there for you. It felt good to be with him once again.
It took time, and you absolutely pissed off the WICKED people. Part of you was afraid to face them, knowing you messed up the first Trial for Group A. But you always hated the way WICKED ran things. They killed innocent children, tortured them. This was your way of getting back at them, but you knew you were going to be severely punished because of your actions.
“Ready?” You yelled at the group of boys. Multiple nods and yes’ filled the air.
“I’ll take that as a yeas,” Newt grinned. “I’ll stay right by your side, okay?”
You nodded your head, ready to battle the Grievers.
Everyone headed into the Maze, Newt right by your side.