Maze Runner Headcanons

3 cups tears

1/2 cup niche quotes

1 cup bad puns

3/4 tsp sarcasm

1 tbs Thomas Brodie Sangster

A warm, savory smell wafts through the air--Frypan's already down in the kitchen, whipping up a big, hearty breakfast to quell the wave of hungry Gladers that are sure to be lining up soon. You feel your own stomach beginning to gurgle, and you're not sure whether it's the thought of Fry's hash browns or just the fact that you skipped supper.

A rumble echoes through the Maze, the ancient-sounding roar of shifting stone, and the Doors begin to open. The Runners are already off, not a second to waste, Minho leading the pack. There's something comforting about their routine, the way they set off like clockwork each morning. That's part of why you get up before dawn, to give yourself a sense of regularity--to forget, for a moment, that you're a prisoner to these walls.

Me: *thinks about Newt*

Grumpier?

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