“I moved to California when I was twelve and I got a video camera and made little movies because I didn’t have any friends yet. I would force my sister to make these movies with me -
which became my YouTube channel.” -Dylan O'Brien
Being the main camerawoman on the set of TMR, Dylan always sees you and always notices how bored you look whilst working so he tries to make you laugh, the footage ends up on the bloopers reel and you hold it against him for years after.
“Hey, Y/N! You like my awesome moves?”
“Dylan stop messing around, we have work to do here!”
“There he is!” you pointed out as the walls started to close in. You noticed that your friend was injured, though, and he was trying his best to make it as fast as he could back to all of you, but his injuries aren’t making it possible.
“He’s not going to make it,” Newt muttered beside you. I’m probably going to regret this… The walls were just a few feet from closing, so, without hesitation, you ran through the small gap of the stones closing in, and over to your friend, separating yourself from home, and a place that was completely unknown to you. Utter fear etched upon Newt’s expression as he swung an arm out in attempt to try and catch you and bring you back into his hold; but you were too far gone, you just barely made it through without getting compressed by the walls.
“She’s gone,” Newt muttered, staring blankly down at the ground. “Never to return.”
“Aw, come on, newt. This is (y/n) we’re talking about. She can handle it,” Minho tried to encourage.
“No one can handle the maze,” Newt snarled. “She was the only thing that kept me going. She was the only thing that was worth being in this bloody world for. But now that she’s gone, so is all of that.”