((I thought this was a cool concept so))

N E W T

A blank fuzziness had replaced your memories as you came to your senses in a small elevator. Next to you, looking just as confused was a tall, blonde boy.

"Who are you?" He asked, panic in his voice.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." You replied cautiously.

"Newt," he reached a hand out to you.

You accepted it. "Y/N."

"Where do you think we're going?"

"No clue."

After a brief moment of silence, Newt spoke again. "Do you feel like Y/N isn't your real name?"

"No?"

"Can you promise me something, Y/N?" He said quickly, trying to cover up the awkward moment.

"Promise you what?"

"That you'll be my friend." Newt's words startled you. "I have a feeling that wherever we're headed, we're going to need them."

"Okay. Yeah. I can do that." You smiled back.

T H O M A S

You had woken before the boy who was in there with you, so you made quick work of binding his hands and feet with pieces of his shirt you ripped off. You didn't know anything about him or yourself or where you were, so you couldn't take chances. Currently, you had a stick you had found in a box in your hand as you stood precariously on some barrels trying to open the roof. It was too far up for you to reach, even on your tiptoes.

"What the heck?" An alarmed voice yelled from behind you. The boy had woken up.

You leapt down, stick pointed threateningly at him. "I don't know who you are or how I got here but-"

"Neither do I!" He kept struggling against the restraints.

"You don't?"

"No, and I'd appreciate it if you untied me."

"Tell me your name," You spun the stick around in front of you. "And I'll consider it."

"Thomas! I think my name is Thomas!"

"I'm Y/N." Was the only thing you said as you released his wrists and ankles.

"Thank you, Y/N." Thomas wrung out his wrists and cracked his ankles.

"Don't thank me yet, I don't know what's at the top."

M I N H O

You had found yourself in an elevator with no memories, and a strange boy. And now the boy wasn't even taking to you, he was sitting criss-cross on the floor, breathing very loudly.

"Really?" You asked, pacing around him. "You're meditating? We don't even know who we are or where we are or where we're going, and you're meditating."

"It helps to focus the brain and requires no talking, maybe you should try it." He answered tartly.

You huffed, and started banging on the metal sides of the elevator to spite him. He opened one eye to watch you, a small smile forming as you deadpanned many curses to the empty space around the lift.

"Name's Minho." He said, still sitting on the floor.

"Y/N." You were happy to have him talking more.

Before either of you could say another word, the elevator stopped and the doors on the roof were thrown open.

"I can't believe it." A tall, brown-haired boy said, and a few others were around him. "Two Greenies, and one of 'em is a girl."

A dark-skinned boy stepped forward, and his attitude labeled him as the leader. "Which one of you shanks was hitting on the elevator?"

Minho immediately pointed a finger at you, and you responded with a glare.

"Name's Alby." He and the brown-haired boy each lowered down a rope. "Welcome to the Glade."