Friendship is Brutality

y'all they're all revolting.

The Gacha Content (Fearful Expression or smth)

Who should I design next in Gacha Life 2? I'm kinda bored. I need to get through the other 6 designs.

If I post gacha content I'd my total drama au will I be burned at the stake??

IOTS AU - Liberation of the Slaughtered Izzy

Izzy is one of the ones that took the events the worst- mainly due to the fact that she was looked at and suspected of the events at the island for a long time until proven innocent.

(This can go with anyones headcanons. Specifically on the 'Izzy is not REALLY Crazy' theory)

= Option 1: Izzy Isn't Crazy - During the events of IOTS, Izzy was just as sane as anyone else, and took the persona of someone crazy to stand out on the show of Total Drama. However, once the killer showed up on the island- she didn't maintain the character just to maintain it- she maintained the crazy personality- because half the time being crazy scares other people off. Including the crazy ones. She dropped it after being rescued because she didn't need to use her crazy persona to her advantage anymore. =

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+ Option 2: Izzy genuinely was crazy during the show after smacking her head off the dock when she first entered Total Drama. She ended up knocking sense back into herself with (just as bad, if not worse) head trauma when she ended up slamming her head into the wall in a breakdown after being rescued- which is the reason she was forced into therapy. +

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Izzy is forced to go to therapy by her family because of her tendency to freak out and depsite not getting mentally healtheir, she has better control of emotional outbursts.

She works part time at a floral shop as she has been quite keen with plants and nature for a long time. She supplies the flowers Katie takes to their friends graves.

Izzy lives with her family, so she constantly has someone to make sure she doesn't do something to herself during one of her breakdowns.

Despite only having 1 guinea pig, their household has a total of 5 to make sure that the animal has proper socialization when she's not home.

Her guinea pigs name is 'Owwie' but she sometimes refers to it as 'Owen' subconsciously.

Owwie the Guinea Pig is a healthy, but somewhat plump blonde and white guinea pig- with a bright blue harness because it likes to go on walks.

Her and Eva met up after she started to get more days to herself out of the mental hospital- and they started dating after finding comfort in each others company. The dating process is VERY slow and both of them are fine with that.

IOTS AU - Liberation of the Slaughtered Duncan

After being brought off of the Island, Duncan near immediately cut ties with everyone else.

He discreetly tried to get into therapy after a couple weeks- deciding that yeah- he really did need it. However, he wans't in therapy more than 4 months at best.

The first two years after IOTS was hard, and it made him very verbally aggressive and violently unpredictable.

After four months of therapy he was learning better ways of coping- but due to him not being well liked- you could say he was chased out of therapy / bullies out of it due to him constantly being a dick to people.

Over time, he's learned how to maintain his mood more. Though it's not always successful. He is considerably less of an asshole now than he was in any of the season but he still has his slip ups. Duncan works 2 jobs. 1st being retail (as a cashier and shelf stocker) and his secondary job is working with automotive and bikes.

He doens't like sleeping, and unless his body shuts down he avoids sleep unless he thinks he is in dire need of it due to his mental hallucinations he has when he dreams of just about... anything he's seen.

He kept his green hair, but it's not spiked anymore due to work policies (usually smoothed down and combed well as per his works preferences.

Most of his piercings had also been removed and placed into a small box. He does this to remember Courtney as well.

He initially wanted to get a job behind an office desk- but due to his mind constantly wandering back to the events- he needs his job to be more active than just typing all day.

Duncan has a pet parrokeet named Aspen and another named Aloe.

IOTS AU - Liberation of the Slaughtered Eva

After the events of Island of the Slaughtered- Eva continued her life as normal as she could. That being said, she hasn't changed TOO MUCH.

Eva is a tough woman. One of grit ad determination. That being said, most of her changes were subtle but understandable.

She is still very tough- and can have some bouts of notable anger sometimes. However, she does show more of a tender side around others- especially if she has any respect for them.

She has a pitbull named Dorris and she was technically a street rescue. Dorris was sweet but very troubled and it took training to get the poor dog back to a state of confidence and a feeling of being safe. Otherise, Eva might not have gotten a pet at all.

She and Izzy regrouped after about 3 1/2 years and after some time of getting to rekindle friendship after keeping herself closed off for a while and Izzy being in the mental hospital- they started dating.

Their relationship is a suble one. They haven't announced it to anybody else, nor are they too public with affection. (Mainly leaning into each other, and holding hands- beause that's all either of them really need.)

Eva has won 1 sports championship (2nd place) and participated in 4 others (as they take place every 6 months)

She has a modest home with a gym in a partyport that she asked an old friend to buld for her.

IOTS AU - Liberation of the Slaughtered Katie

Out of everyone that survived, Katie is probably in the middle of how she took the aftermath.

She initially tried to avoid therapy but highly relied on talking to others for any sort of closure or comfort. She keeps in constant contact with Sadie's family. (Even though it took a long time for her to face them after coming back- seeing as she didn't do anything to save Sadie from being mauled. Which took a long time for her to accept it wasn't her fault.)

She works at the sweets shop with her mother and has an assistant manager role.

She has a girlfriend and an adopted child. (Her girlfriend has an adopted child- so the child just came with her. Knowing her mental status and the fact she is still in therapy- she probably wouldn't be able to adopt a child on her own.)

Out of everyone, she visits the graves of their deceased friends the most (weekly) and always brings fresh flowers from a shop nearby.

She is a bit somber, and usually sad in the face, but she is trying her best to be chipper again.

She dresses more modestly now, as she is an adult, and doens't want as much attention.

She also has a bit of a fear of dogs- even if she wants to deny it. She doesn't want to hate dogs, but big dogs always make her shaky- considering what happened to Sadie on the island.

She is a hard working woman, and does everything she can to keep herself busy.

IOTS AU - Liberation of the Slaughtered Gwen

After the events of Iots- Gwen initially tried to close herself off from everyone and everything- except for the other survivors that would keep contact with her. This lead to several downward spirals, in which she tried to commit about 2 times from vivid nightmares and the backlashes of trauma. After the second time, Leshawna and Katie helped convince her to get a therapist. She still visits the therapist once every two weeks unless more visits are requested or thought to be necessary.

She found a shirt that looked exactly like trents shirt one day, and bought it. She refuses to wear it- and keept it folded up next to a guitar she was given by Eva as an attempt of consolation.

She can't muster up the courage to play it, but she does like listening to guitar music to calm herself down.

She has her 2 pet lizards and 1 pet cat (ironically with a missing foot, from an animal trap that was brought into the shelter)

She works with her younger cousin at the shelter and it helps keep her mind off of a lot of things. She isn't really thriving at the job, but it is making her a bit more comfortable again.

She isn't as much of a goth as she was- but still prefers darker clothes or makeup. She also got her hair cut because she was refusing to take care of it for a long while after their return.

She has a tan- though it is light. This is mainly from working outside with the animals a good chunk of the day.

WIP of Liberation of the Slaughtered Gwen

It almost doesn't look like her at all tbh. However, that's the point. I wanna keep a good sum of her color palette to make up for the major changes.

IOTS AU: Liberation of the Slaughtered

The info on Leshawna, as of right now- is rather simple. After being rescued from the island, she almost immediately sought therapy and counseling for everything she had endured.

She still has occasional nightmares, but is probably the most mentally sound of the 7 that did make it off the island alive.

She regularly keeps in contact with the girls and Duncan, but has yet been able to talk to Cody despite knocking on his literal door twice.

She is more protective of the others now that this all has happened, and will not back down from getting physical if she sees anything as a threat.

She often had dreams of getting an occupation on fashion, design, or even maybe styling hair. Though, after she had to try and re-assimilate back into society. She found some sort of comfort in programming and computers.

In order to commemmerate Harold, she started working with some work friends on a side project- which is a game called "Harry the Ninja Master' (Which the main character is a ginger haired man with glasses and 'sick ninja skills')

Harold's family heard of this- and started keeping in touch with her more- as well as giving her a pair of Harold's old glasses for her to remember him by.

She wears them, just to wear them (though not for too long, as they will mess with her eyesight) and if she isn't wearing them, she usually keeps them folded up in her breast pocket (which is why she chose that shirt in particular for wear).

Her sense of style is more casual, but she does try to still make sure she looks presentable.

That is 2/7 down. Who should I do next for my AU info logs? CODY ; LESHAWNA ; (DONE)

DUNCAN , GWEN ; IZZY ; EVA ; KATIE (NOT DONE)

IOTS: Liberation of the Island AU

The initial information about Cody in my au. Cody is highly erratic, and very easy to disturb. He hardly sleeps unless he passes out- and he avoids everyone and everything. He used to confide in his family for help, figuring that if he could get help from anyone that wasn't as traumatized as he was- it would be them.

However, his family just gave him a little attention for a couple days, and left him to his own accord. They are the ones paying for the house he lives in, mainly out of pity- and to keep him away from them.

Cody has locked himself away from everyone else that experienced the events of IOTS and survived- even though everyone kept contact with each other.

They have tried to reach out to him through Cody's family- but Cody's family hasn't relayed any messages to him from them nor mentioned them the few times they have communicated with them.

He doesn't want to let everyone that died go. He was not treat well by a good sum of them, but even so they all treat him a lot better than most of the people in his life had, so he became attached to them and considered them friends. Even if they didn't feel the same way about him.

He mopes around in his house, and doens't bother leaving unless it's to get food to feed himself.

Lately he's been having troubled dreams or hallucinations. This is making him teeter on the thin line he walks.

Total Dram: Liberation of the Slaughtered

((Chapter Three: Reflection Reflection))

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((Authors Note: A pen... and  I got an apple... P I N E A P P L E  P E N.))

Cody honestly had no idea how long he was sitting on the floor sulking to himself. He had thought about the face of his friend endlessly. Haunting his mind much like he would be lingering in the water he died in.

Or at least, that's what Cody believed.

Cody wasn't much of a spiritual person, but he did believe in stuff like ghosts, spirits, and 'lingering energy' or whatever it was called. Others- such as Leshawna and Gwen believed a bit more than he did. Pessimistic people like Duncan didn't. Katie and Izzy... well- he couldn't tell. He had no idea what they would be like, and didn't pay much mind at all before he chose to never communicate with them again.

He wasn't even mad at them... he just didn't want to bother taking up their time.

Cody knew what he was doing was very, very unhealthy for himself. Obsessing and never getting any sort of help and therapy for what he and the others went through. He was sure the others had- at least for a little while.

However, he could- no- he just wouldn't let go.

Not when their friends memories were so far in the past already. Already being trampled by time as the world continued to revolve without them.

The brunette man stumbled to a stand before hobbling to the bathroom and leaning against the sink for support. He frowned- and brought his hand to his face- a grimace written across his face. He took in his appearance. A 21 year old like himself- looking disheveled and tired- like a working 30-year-old with children.

All of that stress and it wasn't even for the same reasons.

He truly was pathetic.

Cody's face was a bit sunken and he had dark bags under his eyes. Rather than sporting his typical beige red and green sweater-shirt and dark blue jeans; he rather just confided beige slacks and a dark blue sweater with red stripes. He just barely let his hair get longer- cutting it if it get too long- but the cut job was always shabby and barely neat.

All of the despair soon melted into an unknown frustration.

The water was running- and he didn't even remember turning it on- but the noise of it made him more and more frustrated. Gurgling and gushing from the source with reckless abandon- as if it had no restraint in the world. Free. Flowing down into the hole that would consume it and take it back to wherever the hell it came from. If not simply dirtier than it was before.

The blue eyed man grit his teeth before slamming his palm down on the porcelain of the notably unkempt sink- and after two hits done in a blind crawling rage- the sink lurched and made a gurgling noise- causing Cody to fall forward- grabbing the side of it for support.

He never was a heavy man, but due to already knocking it loose of it's plastered stability, the only way for him to go- was down. He collapsed to the floor, the porcelain sink hitting it before he had the chance to land on the tile floor. The water started to quickly sputter from the pipe.

Water came rushing at his face- the troubled brunette coughing and gagging before scooting back and trying to free himself from the soggy mess that was quickly consuming his floor.

Eventually... he stopped and froze- feeling a familiar pain in his hand.

Looking down, Cody saw that he had ended up leaving a deep gash in his hand after desperately trying to back over the porcelain that he had broken- a familiar crimson mixing with the clear water on the floor to make a murky scarlet mess. Slowly consuming the purer water with it's ugly red stain.

Deja vu. Sort of.

Blue shirt.. red vest.. sickly red stained water overcome with the lively fluids of the now deceased. Cloudy white eyes staring up at him from the depths below.

Cody started to breathe harder before sobbing. Everything reminded him of Noah.

He mourned Noah like he had been his best friend.

Though... Cody did admit he admired the other a lot, and even developed a crush on him- he never made the move when he had a chance. Because he was still insistent of trying to 'get a girl' before the slaughters started happening. Because that's the way he thought he had to be.

Cody perhaps did feel love before, but it didn't matter now that he had confided in his solitude and and took to the silence.

He didn't bother using the valves connected to the remaining pipe in the wall to shut the water off. Cody just desperately took in more oxygen before scrambling out of the room- soggy and distressed. He stumbled and staggered- grabbing onto the door for support as his shoulder rammed into it with a heavy thud.

Just as he managed to make it out of the room, the brunette found the nearest wall, and slumped against it before sliding down and landing on his bum with a graceless plop. Struggling to breathe and bat away the tears in his eyes, he shakily brought his hands to his face and covered his baby blues- desperate to get the feeling to stop. Torturous. Torturous it was.

He held back guttural sobs, and desperate inhales- trying to control his racing heart with whatever grace he possibly could have convinced himself he had left.

Though, predictably it was to no avail.

Cody huffed and covered his face- eventually bringing his speeding heart back down a a slow pace once more.

He looked down at the light tile floor, becoming saturated with water and be couldn't bring himself to even go and turn the water off. Not yet, at least. He just needed some more time.

...

He always needed more time.

After a moment he persuaded his shaking legs to carry his heavy body, and he stumbled to the dining room- darkened and barely used. He flopped down on the chair in front of the dining room table, thinking about the first aid kit nearby. He needed to grab it for his bleeding hand.

Just as he looked down, trying to keep in mind the very reason he stumbled this way to begin with- his eyes fell down on a small glass plate that he kept at the center of the table, and his eyes landed on three small silver rings, a couple small trinkets in the shape of animals, a some other teeny tiny odds and ends.

Hesitantly, he reaches his arm out, grabbing the dark silver rings, his chest tightened.

Noah always did have weird accessory choices, but it made sense for him. Something simple. Something that was comfortable and lacked too much design.

Some people could argue that it was boring. Or plain. Though, it kind of was the point.

Touching one of the rings, Cody sighed and closed his eyes- before he just leans his head forward- closing his eyes again.

He was too to keep his eyes open, despite the dread of falling asleep again. His body didn't give him a choice.  Maybe it was because of the blood loss. Or maybe it was because of all these intense emotions that were pulling Cody in every direction except the way he wanted to go.

Throwing him around the room like a catch ball. Much like catch- the ball was dropped, and missed more times than it was caught. What would his life be if he didn't have to worry about an inconvenience around every corner. Even if it was small, or tasteless.

He didn't fight it anymore.

Falling asleep- he felt the same cold, clammy hands on him again. The feeling of drowning was more expected this time, but his heart pounding in his ears kept him from panicking. It didn't feel like he was JUST choking on water. It felt like too many sensations for him to follow all at once. Everything was drowned out as he concentrated on those same hands from his last dream.

Knowing who he would see- Cody opened his eyes- wearily and tiredly... he looked forward, seeing the suspended form of Noah in front of him again. Staring at him with those clouded empty eyes and somber expression.

Cody didn't freak out this time even if he wanted to. No.

He was too tired to scream and struggle, or cry. Instead, he stared forward at Noah, and giving into his lack of energy, he closed his eyes again. The sound of water was relaxing this time. Even if his lungs were screaming. Cold, but warm at the same time.

However, Cody didn't feel this sensation of grim relaxation for long. The cold hands traced down to Cody's hand.. and opened it. Noah seemed to be in search of those metal rings that Cody currently had on his hand. The ones that used to belong to him.

The ghost of Noah seemed to try and say SOMETHING. Anything. Though, the only thing that came through was a distorted gargle and confused- or otherwise frustrated expression.

Cody watched him tiredly, barely processing what he was seeing. Though- as soon as Noah touched the things on Cody's hand- something about such a phantom touch felt more and more.. somewhat alive.

The rings on his fingers started to feel strange. Emitting a weird feeling as Noah touched them.

Though, just as something started to happen- a loud, ruthless knock on the door started Cody back into the world of the aware once more. Pausing only briefly before continuing again. The knocking growing more and more impatient. Cody snapped up with a start and looked around. Surrounded by the darkness of his home once more.

Despite his somber mood- Cody felt a feeling that he wasn't quit used to anymore. Intrigue. He felt some sort of confusion and a fueling feeling of... he didn't know the last feeling.

Maybe it was sort of like an epiphany.

Though he didn't know what the epiphany could have possibly been. Ironic...

With a deep grunt, Cody stood and walked over his water soaked carpet toward the door and prepared to open it.

((To Be Continued))

Total Drama: Liberation of the Slaughtered

((Chapter Two: Abyssal Obsoltion))

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((Authors Note: Sometimes... I'm alone. Sometimes I'm not. Sometimes i'm alone... i'm alone.... **Sad cat face**))

Cody had found himself consumed by the world wrapped in darkness and mystery quickly.The darkened hues and mixing sounds all being dulled out by the lifeless haze that was his troubled mindscape. Crashing memories of the past mixed with the melancholid dull haze of the present. 

Trauma and regret and lingering confusion or anger all mixed together in jumbled shades. 

Cody could hardly tell whether he was coming or going, mentally. The time he spent suspended in his mind of downpouring emotions, and deficient substance. 

It felt like falling. Falling, but sitting on a couch both at once. There was no sense of rest or ease. Not matter how much he moved or... tried not to move. Maybe that was the term for it. 

Every little movement from his fingers felt like static. The static that almost felt like you were being stabbed in the center of the affected limb- rather than the soft, tickly, sort of uncomfortable feeling. 

He couldn't tell. 

Just as he tried to block everything out again, within his darkened psyche- he somehow seemed to feel... movement. A presence. Someone that wasn't just himself, there- staring at him. 

Though, from where, he had not the slightest clue. 

It was almost like that feeling that he got whenever he looked out the window- from when they were all on that blood soaked, stupid, stupid island.

Watching... waiting... observing.. maybe. 

Though, despite the discomfort, he didn't feel one thing he remembered quite well. He never felt the malice that accompanied such feelings. Which struck him as somewhat odd, considering just how often these feelings showed up together. 

How peculiar indeed. 

He couldn't tell of this was a sort of strange lucid dream- which was something he had only heard of one time. Or if it was some sort of smaller paranoia attack threatening to consume him if he took his chances at moving or waking up. 

It was like suffocating. 

Intoxicating and the benign morbid relaxation pulled him to try and fall deeper into sleep. 

Though, before he did, he looked around one more time in his barely illuminated mind scape. The walls only lit up with ... a small light in the distance... and.. a familiar face...? 

Cody could consciously feel himself blinking... or what seemed to be the sensation of blinking. Trying his hardest to make sure that his mind wasn't playing with him. That he wasn't seeing things. 

He could see him in the distance... ! 

Noah...! 

Running. 

Cody started running to him, or at least that's what it felt like he was doing in his mind. It didn't matter how or why, or even if he could run mentally. It didn't matter if it was possible All he knew was that the figure of Noah was getting closer and closer and closer yet. 

He could nearly feel him.

Cody could see his dark brown hair and his red and blue shirt and his light cinnamon skin..!

But- the closer he got... the less he was progressing. Where running felt like running- it suddenly decelerated, no matter how fast his legs moved. Running became a canter, and a canter became a jog. Before jogging decelerated into a hopeless, progress-lacking walk. 

This sensation only pulled at his mind cruelly. Reminding him that what he wanted was so far away. No matter how close it just might have been. It it were close to him at all for achievement. 

"Godammit! Dammit... ! Let me move...!" the feeling of freefalling idly soon turned into a feeling of sinking. 

One that threatened to pull his head under crashing waves of water with the density of tar. 

He couldn't move or scream or speak. All he could do was gag at the sensation. This disgusting, awful, lonely feeling. 

Cody looked back up at the opposite-facing figure of Noah and it all became ... clear. At least in his mind. 

This wasn't Noah. Maybe.. this is what his mind was trying to do to understand what Noah had went through- before he found his body. 

Sinking in water and wanting, yearning- begging for help when there was no one there so save you. There was no one there to save Noah from his fate. 

No matter how much time passed... Cody still couldn't forgive Duncan for that. Even if he didn't hate the other man..... anymore. 

He was beyond the point of hate. 

He was too empathetic to hate someone that was just as much a victim as he was. Especially when he still didn't have it as bad as the others who would never leave the island. Families without their kids, because of some ruthless bastard that felt like drawing blood with his greedy hands. 

Cody had forgotten about seeing Noah's silhouette and almost embraced the feeling of... sinking. Falling adrift into whatever depths that his mind was trying to drag him. 

Because after being rescued, he never recovered. Nor did he try. 

Unlike the other survivors, Cody never had anyone to turn to. He never had anyone to go to for support or to pour his anguish onto.

His parents cared about him very little. The fact that they would forget his birthdya despite the fact that he remembered theirs year after year spoke volumes. 

Unanswered texts, and missed calls. All from him to tell them that he was doing okay. Even though they didn't deserve to know.

He reached out for comfort from them, and amidst meeting them the ONE time after he was brought him from that hell on Earth- he knew that nothing would change how his family felt. 

It truly was a sinking feeling. 

A saddening, lonely, awful feeling. 

His mind couldn't help but flash back to the form of Noah... who somehow was still there. 

His pale, tired teal eyes half lidded as he stopped struggling. He allowed the feeling to continue consuming him Because with this feeling of loneliness crushing him- somehow he felt less alone. 

He felt like he truly understood someone else. Even if it may or may not have been true. 

He closed his eyes and just accepted this feeling. Feeling as though his soul was being torn from the inside out. Breached with understanding, and braying with denial still. 

He didn't want to accept what this reality was. 

He wouldn't. 

Because no matter how awful he felt, or how awful some situations were with the other campers- he still cared about them. All of them. Even if they may not have really given half a shit about him when they were alive. 

Not that he would know. 

He would dwell. Because they didn't deserve to be forgotten so soon. Dismissed and regarded as nothing more than a body that didn't even get to reach their parents for a proper burial. 

Just as he felt himself fading back from the little subconscious awareness he had managed to miraculously wrangle for himself- he felt something cold, and clammy on his face. 

Without thinking- he raised his hands- in his mind. Instinctively grabbing onto this cold, clammy feeling, and hugging it close to himself. Desperate to feel something more than this isolation that he had continued into. This self-abandonment and seclusion he wouldn't escape from. 

The clammy feeling continued to hold onto his cheek, and without thinking, he opened weary, eyes, brimmed with unknown forming tears. 

There- he saw them. The cloudy white retna abandoned of pupuls and iris. Dark messy hair, and pale cinnamon skin dampened by the rot a no longer beating heart. 

There was Noah- his dead, ghostly form staring right down at him with an unreadable expression. One that radiated confusion, but also... sympathy. 

"N-..." 

Cody couldn't talk. He was alarmed. Staggering and stubling, he desperately tried to utter out the other boys name. He tried to get 3 more teeny, tiny letters out. To no avail. He tried again. 

"- - ah." 

"N-" 

More and more desperate efforts as he started to panic and struggle, his body writhing as he was overcome with the feeling of drowning. Water flooding his lungs as he tried to struggle to freedom. Sinking, plunging, and descending into even more dark, thick abyss as the ghostly form of Noah looked down at him, reaching out a hand as if he was trying to save him. 

Cody, with one more desperate, deprived heave- slammed his hand up, desperate to feel the others hand again, screaming from the top of his lungs-

"----NOOO!"

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With a sudden, heavy thump Cody screams himself awake, struggling and gagging as he clawed himself out of a blanket he didn't even realize he had on his couch. 

He tumbled to the ground with a heavy thud, panting and groaning as he tried to convince himself he was truly breathing the oxygen that had not truly been witheld from him. 

His heart pumped, overruling whatever outside noise he could have heard as the thumping throbbed in his ears. 

Retaining his breath, and pulling at the hem of his shirt collar to get it away from his neck- he took several moments to process what had just happened. 

Tearing up once more... he just sighed, staring at the ground. 

". . . Noah..."

((To Be Continued))

IOTS AU: Liberation of the Slaughtered

So, in this AU I want to sort of make it a drastic aftermath of island of the slaughtered. However, instead of leaving it behind, it want to to continue to be relevant. ((I'm actually getting a fanfic started on this now, not sure if I should post it here on Tumblr though)) In this AU, the survivors of IOTS ; Cody, Leshawna, Duncan, Katie, Gwen, Izzy and Eva are all rescued from the island. Like most AU's end. Naturally, they are all still traumatized as everyone would be. Codybeing sentimental, grabs several things that belonged to his fellow campers when they arrived. Namely, a couple things of Noah's, Something that belonged to DJ, and a couple other small trinkets. Perhaps it was selfish of him, but after everything that had happened, he didn't want to just leave what remained of them behind.

The other surviving members didn't take anything, no matter how much they wanted to. That in itself only made Cody look selfish because these were things that the families of the fallen would not get back.

In an odd turn of circumsance, everything that belonged to the other campers sinks with a ship carrying the killer that had been apprehended from the island. Killing the murderer and the police on board.

4-5 years later, life continued as it always had. It took forever for the survivors to heal, but going into young-mid adulthood, they had no choice but to continue on living.

Cody, on the other hand, had not healed well, and refused to stay connected to the others after their retrieval, confiding in his lonely home, sparse of his careless parents and relatives.

This, in itself leads him to confiding in spiritualism. Spiritualism of which leads to an odd occurance...

Now.. he is faced with the somber ghost three of his former friends, and a sudden urge to go back to the island.

Total Drama IOTS AU Idea

I kinda want to make an AU for Island of the Slaughtered. No one's going to stop me.