"I warned you about them. Boys can cast strange spells on girls your age."
It was a woman's voice. The same one from before, from my other dream.
"It's not a spell. I'm just trying to protect them. You're going to push them too far—" I heard my own voice say, before being cut off by the woman.
"This is what I'm talking about. He's been inside for only a week and you're losing your backbone." The woman scoffed, her voice dripping with disappointment. "For how gifted you are in behavioral study, you cannot even recognize a pattern within yourself, Y/N."
"Don't act like you understand us," I snapped back, "You don't even know me!"
"Watch your tone," the woman cut me off again, "Or I'll send you inside."
"No, you won't," I argued confidently. I heard the sound of heels clicking across a tiled floor, before silence enveloped me like a cold blanket.
"Do not test me. There may come a day when you give me no choice..."
A rooster's crow pulled me out of my dream state, the animal's cry startling me so much I gasped as I awoke.
I laid in my makeshift cot, my chest rising and falling as rapidly as my heart beat. The woman I heard in my dream was the same from before, and this trip into my possible memories made me even more confused.
I should get a dream journal, I mentally noted, remembering the paper I had found downstairs.
"Good morning, Shebean," Newt's voice came from beside me. I looked towards him, meeting his eyes. He was also still in bed, laying flat on his back. Meanwhile, I was on my stomach, one of my legs pulled up by my side.
"Hi," I mumbled out, less cheery than Newt. He sent me a quizzical glare. "Are you okay?"
Sitting up, I pushed any loose strands of hair out of my face and sighed, forcing a smile. "Yeah, sorry. Just thirsty."
"I don't believe you," Newt clicked his tongue as he pushed himself up, stretching his shoulders a bit. "You know, everyone has nightmares."
"Even you?" I replied quickly, pushing the attention off me and onto him.
He cocked one of his brows at me, not answering for a solid moment as he contemplated how to react. Slowly, he answered, "Yes."
It was quiet in the room, and for a while I thought Newt was going to ask me to tell him about the nightmares. Part of me wanted to ask about his, but I didn't want to pry and I wasn't willing to talk about mine, so why should I expect the same from him?
A holler from downstairs ruined the silence, though I almost welcomed the disturbance for stopping any awkwardness that was no doubt about to arrive.
Someone was shouting; more or less like a hoot. From my best guesses, it was Minho.
"Might as well see what that's all about," Newt sighed, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. While Minho was causing a ruckus, it sounded positive.
As Newt changed, I combed my fingers through my hair before tossing it into a bun. It took about as long as it Newt took to change, and we swapped places - I changed into my outfit; green cargo pants and a gray tank top. By the time we were ready to go downstairs, a small crowd of boys had gathered near the supply room, laughing with each other and voicing their dozens of thoughts.
The supply room! Suddenly the reason why they were all clambering around each other made sense.
Someone saw Newt and I descending the steps and pointed at us, shouting at the top of his lungs, "There she is!"

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Variant | Newt
Fanfiction[ NEWT x READER ] [ the maze runner ] VARIANT (noun) var·i·ant /ˈverēənt/ a form or version of something that differs in some respect from other forms of the same thing or from a standard. Y/N didn't want her life to end. She wanted to survive. She...