Scene: Y/N couldn't stop writing.
The journal—once Donna's—now sat open on her lap every night. Her handwriting filled the pages, but the words weren't hers.
"She watches from the corners. She waits for silence." "The Maze is not her prison. It's her playground."
Newt found her in the garden, hunched over the journal, eyes distant.
"Y/N," he said softly.
She looked up, startled. "I didn't mean to write. It just... happens."
He sat beside her, reading the newest entry. The ink was fresh. The message chilling.
"He will be next. The one who loves me most."
Newt's breath caught. "It's talking through you."
Y/N nodded, tears in her eyes. "I feel her. Like she's inside my head. Like she's using me."
Newt took her hand. "You're stronger than her."
She shook her head. "I don't know where I end and she begins."
That night, Newt stayed awake beside her, watching as she wrote again—eyes half-closed, whispering words she didn't remember.
He placed his hand over hers. "You're not alone."
The journal stopped glowing. The whispers faded. Y/N blinked, confused.
"I didn't write that," she whispered.
Newt kissed her forehead. "Then we'll find out who did."
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"She wrote in the journal. But the words weren't hers."
"I saw her slipping—into something ancient, something cruel."
"But I held her hand. And for a moment, the darkness paused. Because love doesn't just fight—it anchors."
