Newt, Minho and Thomas were wandering through the Maze, leading a few other boys through never ending tunnels.

They turned a corner, Minho raising a hand to signal to the others to halt, his eyes narrowing in suspicion upon what he saw.

A baby, maybe a few months old, sat on the cold flooring of the Maze, a Griever looming behind menacingly.

Without thinking, Thomas rushed forward and scooped you up, Minho disappointed with his recklessness.

Thomas brought you back to the group, the boys crowding around him to catch a glimpse of you, surprised on what a baby was doing in a place like this. “What the hell’s a baby doing here?!” Newt whispered, eyeing you with surprise as his British accent broke the silence. “Who knows.” Minho replied, glancing at Thomas, who shrugged, his eyes never leaving you. The Griever made some clicking noises, creeping closer, it’s metallic legs clanking against the ground.

Thomas sighed, passing you off to Newt, who cradled you carefully as Minho and Thomas drew their weapons, ready to fend the Griever off.

Minho instructed the rest of the Runners to find another tunnel, knowing they’d no time to lose. As soon as they were gone, the three turned to face the Griever, the group leaving you stranded.

As Minho distracted the Griever, Thomas ran at it, striking it with his spear. Newt watched intently, rocking you slightly as he heard you becoming upset.

After a few minutes, the Griever was defeated, it’s cyborg heart being ripped at by Minho, making sure it was gone for good.

Thomas sighed, slumping against the wall and wiping some blood from his cheek, revealing a nasty cut under his eye.

Minho shot him a worried look, walking over and sitting beside him.

Newt placed you next to them, grabbing a medkit from his pack and crouching in front of Thomas, who hissed as the wipe came in contact with his open flesh.

Minho sat you on his lap, looking you over before noticing a tag around your neck reading “{{user}}”.