#tdi cody angst

[asktheplethaura]

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!"

- - -

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))

[zuureleena]

NocoVember 2023 | Week 2 ♡ Angst [Island of the Slaughtered]

[tw for slight blood, iots spoilers, close ups & textless ver below cut] wait FUCK I GAVE HIM 6 FINGERS 😭😭😭

i've been envisioning this drawing for MONTHS now and i'm so glad that i turned out exactly how i wanted it to!!

and honestly, i applaud @eavee-ry sm for making this insanely cool au 😭🙏 all the drawings made me so awestruck and as a fellow artist, i'm js rlly proud of them 🥹🫶

ALSO to any1 who thinks noah looks whitewashed, understand that i had to desaturate him to make sure he blended well with the moonlight and dark atmosphere! [saying this bcs one person on tiktok said he looked whitewashed 😭 and i had to explain that this is js how ppl w/ noah's skin (like myself) js works in the moonlight]

[eavee-ry]

i wish you were a girl .

[staarlight-snow]

Reflections in the Murky Waters

[Short sequel to Murky Waters - Island of the Slaughtered]

TW: panic attacks (??), nightmares, ig horror, mentioned death

"Well, hoping is the only thing we can do right now.. Why not make the most of it? Right Noah?"

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Cody jumped up from where he lay in cold sweat, tightly gripping at his shirt. His breathing was heavy and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He softly groaned – covering his ears with both his hands, his surroundings were quiet but his mind was loud. He winced at every memory, every thought and every imagery that stayed in his mind

"Another nightmare again?" A soft voice spoke, shuffling in her side of the cabin. "S-sorry.. Did I wake you?" Cody asked, moving his hands away from where they were. "No.." Gwen whispered, moving closer to the other. "I'm having trouble sleeping.. It's like every time I close my eyes I can hear him call my name." She vented, staring at the rotting wooden floor beneath them.

"Yeah.. I get the feeling. I have this.. recurring dream." He confessed, picking at the seams of his jeans. "Yeah? Want to talk about it?" Gwen offered, tilting her head as she looked at the boy. Cody took a deep breath and closed his eyes, images flashing in his mind. "It starts out with me, I walk out of the cabin holding some stuff. And I look out in the forest and he's there.. He's alive." He dragged out that last part with pain in his voice.

"I make my way towards him but.." He stopped for a moment. He hated this part. "E-every damn time I could even get close to him.. He gets pulled into the forest.. A-and it's quick! I ran after him, as fast as I could. Every night I go to bed, I try to save him.. even if it's only in my dream.." He breathed out, his voice getting weaker by the second. He's never confided these dreams with anyone before. He never thought talking about them could be just as painful as having them.

"But no matter how I try and what I do.. I couldn't save him." Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was broken. It was a pain to hear it. "Heh.. There was this one time, I managed to get to him in time. I had his hand in mine. And I was pulling him out of the water but something was also pulling him down. He told me 'Let go because it'll hurt more if you keep dwelling on it' I-I don't know if that was my brain telling me to get over it or.. if it was actually Noah.." Cody finished, he opened his eyes and buried his face in his hands.

Gwen moved her hand to the others back to console him. "It takes time to heal and right now, everyone in this cabin needs it but I think our main focus right now is to survive.. There's no point in healing if you know you'll get hurt again the next day." She sighed in defeat. It was like every slither of hope they had was slowly drifting away and all they had left was their lives. "Surviving? What's the point! There's nothing to live for anymore." Cody cried. "Don't say that!" Gwen scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We promised we'd get out together.. And that's what I had going for me.. It's not like someone's waiting for me at home anyway." He muttered in between sobs, moving his legs closer to his chest. Gwen looked at the other and sighed. "Can you atleast promise me we'll both get out of here? You and me.." She asked. Cody slumped over and rested his chin on top of his knees.

"It's what they would've wanted.." He answered. "You're right.. They're our friends, they only want what's best for us." Gwen smiled, to which Cody returned. They hadn't smiled in a while – they never found a reason to anyway.

Maybe this time the world will be fair.

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i woke up and immediately thought, "man cody's brain chemistry must've been fucked lmao.. lemme write abt that" HUAHAUAHUA I CRAVE ANGST RAGHH 👺👺 *feral gremlin noises*

anyway this isnt me shipping gwen and cody, unless u wanna view it that way ig 🤨 i just think they'll hv a kind of bond and comfort in one another ngl 😔

[variant-nightwing16]

Warning: dead body | island of the slaughtered art

I’m feeling angsty today

[sadp1ayer]

So.. I drew Noah so I could make this comic I only thought about this but uh I guess this is technically part two idk

[chacharealsmooth07]

:)

[lasidahorphanchild]

Just wanna draw cody being a menace that he is

[rainydaydally]

Noah of the waters.

When Cody finds Noah.

This is an island of the slaughtered fanfiction (original island of the slaughtered by @/Eavee-ry

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WARNING: This fanfiction contains major character d3ath, descriptive mentions of bl00d, d3ath, dr0wning, ch0king/str@ngling, and kind of body h0rror.

You have been warned !!

When the rest of the contestants of the supposed show (who are still… alive…) arrive to the dock a bit behind Cody, they stop in their tracks.

“Noah?” Cody asks shakily, looking into the water and seeing the lifeless body of the boy he once loved. Noah’s eyes had gone almost completely white, and Cody could swear he heard him humming almost like a siren, luring him to join him.

The other teens slowly walk their way to the end of the dock that Cody was standing at. He looks completely pale, as if he should be the one in the water too. His knees buckle beneath him and he falls, as the rest of the group slowly appears behind him.

Duncan sighs, and he gently puts his hand on Cody’s shoulder. “Let go of me, Duncan! It’s your fault.” He yells, throwing Duncan’s hand off of his shoulder. “Guys, come on. Maybe we can still save him.” Cody pleades desperately, turning around to everybody else to try and convince them.

Duncan hesitates but thinks for a moment.“It is my fault this happened. The least I could do for the kid is to try and help Noah..” Duncan thinks, and begins to help Cody pull Noah out of the water. Gwen crouches down to help them too, and everyone else just kind of… watches. Too tired to completely realize that the killer has claimed another victim from their group.

When the three of them pull Noah out of the water, they carry him to the beach and place him on the sand. The sand sticks to his wet skin as Cody really takes it all in. Theres a small line of rope burn around Noah’s neck, and Cody gently traces his fingers on it.

If it was an alive person, they would have winced. He didn’t.

When Cody places his hand on Noah’s chest to maybe feel a heartbeat, he notices the kitchen knife stabbed right below his collar bone. Cody hesitates, but lays his hand on his chest to feel the familiar beat of his heart. He couldn’t feel it.

Katie walks over to the shivering boy. “Cody…” Katie says softly, rubbing his back. Cody somehow got even more pale than he was before. His eyes begin to water, not just due to crying but also from them being so open and wide because of the utter shock.

Cody places his hands on Noah’s heart and begins preforming CPR. He tries and tries and tries. Nothing. Not even a movement or a single beating from his pulse.

“He’s gone, Cody.” Heather says after a long amount of silence. Duncan feels his stomach drop. “How could I let this happen to Noah? To Cody? To-“ Duncan thinks for a moment on who was friends with the boy, and his eyes dart to Owen.

Owen is watching the whole ordeal from a few feet away, his kind and funny demeanor disintegrating- it’s visibly on his face. His eyes begin to water but he quickly wipes them and heads to Noah.

Cody almost throws up as his body begins wracking ugly sobs. He grabs Noah and holds his body close to him and hugs him tightly. Owen sits down next to where Gwen, Duncan, Katie, and Cody are sitting on the beach and he leans his head on Cody’s shoulder, closing his eyes a bit.

“I’m sorry, Cody. You know I didn’t intend for him to die when I-“

“What? When you and your little group abandoned him?!” Cody interrupts Duncan, looking into his eyes as his expression and… well… everything looks like a crazy mess.

Cody continues with his spiel. “Yeah, sure. You didnt MEAN for him to get killed. But he DID get killed, Duncan. And We’re all here and alive right now, and HE’S NOT. AND IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU.”

“Stop it! It’s not his fault!” Courtney interjects, looking at Cody and then to Duncan. Duncan just shakes his head and mouths to her. “Stop. I’d be mad at myself too.” Courtney eye rolls at Duncan and goes back to digging small holes with her fingers next to her in the sand.

Bridgette scooches closer to Cody. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re allowed to be mad at everyone you want to in this position..” She says softly, gesturing to him. Cody just nods, looking at the body he’s holding, Noah’s soaked hair dripping onto his arms. His sobs begin to die out, but he’s still sniffling and tears are pouring out of his eyes.

Heather kicks at the sand. “Fuck! We need to find out who the hell this disgusting killer guy is before it get’s too late. Who would even be out here?!”

“Yeah dude, I was wondering that too.” Geoff says, wrapping his arms around Bridgette. “They would have to be crazier than Izzy to be out here for no reason other than to… hurt innocent teenagers..” Courtney states. She was atleast very careful of her wording to not upset Cody or Owen.

“I cant believe he’s…” Cody can’t even bring himself to finish the sentence. Not yet. He couldn’t have been gone so early in his life. Sixteen? Sixteen years old? That’s not enough time to do… anything with your life.

Cody gently touches the knife that’s stabbed into Noah. There’s almost no blood on him (visibly) due to his usual many layers of clothes. He changes his view to Noah’s formally deep brown eyes. They are now pure white, staring right into the center of Cody’s soul. He wonders a moment how they lost all of their color.

Cody gently closes the other boy’s eyes with his fingers, deciding to let him rest peacefully. He pretends for a moment that Noah is just resting on his lap again. He knows that isn’t true.

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[chloe-spade]

A Doomed Love Story (Noco x Island of the Slaughtered)

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

❤️

Noah saw a boy when he entered the docks, a strange brown-haired boy, but he was smiling. It was weird; no one had smiled at him like that before, but he waved before joining the others.

It was one of Noah's first moments with Cody.

❤️

I'm standin' there

On a balcony in summer air

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

❤️

"Hey, I'm Cody, Cody E.J Anderson, you?" The boy smiled at him as they unpacked at the cabins. "We never introduced ourselves to each other."

Noah was silent, but he spoke briefly, "Noah Mudalier Streaca."

"Oh, I like that name. How about we get some breakfast together before the challenge?" Cody recommended. "Maybe we should get to know each other? I get it if you don't, though."

"I prefer to read, but…if you insist," Noah nodded and got up, following the boy out.

Cody was an interesting person, to say the least, and Noah could see that he tolerated him, even during the challenge. He felt odd, but he knew what it was; it was love, an emotion he thought was foreign to him, but being with Cody made that emotion much more known.

❤️

Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

And I was cryin' on the staircase

Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

❤️

Before the challenge began, Noah, being a schemer, knew he had to take a chance with someone in hopes of winning. He started with Owen simply by tolerating his jokes, pretending to laugh even, but Cody was a different story, so when they were together, no one was there. Noah had to make sure that Heather wasn't even there as well.

Cody was confused but felt chills as Noah wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered an invitation in his ear.

❤️

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say…

❤️

Noah smiles at Cody's blushing, but it works enough that after the first challenge to chat amongst themselves, he can't help but let these feelings develop, even to a small shy kiss behind the cabins, to their enjoyment. They talked much about themselves, both from not-so-great upbringings and joining Total Drama was an attempt to be bigger than they were.

But that is when things get worse since Geoff's screams fill the camp.

Ezekiel, the Canadian homeboy, was murdered, and body pieces were spread around the camp, which resulted in the abandonment and the string of murders when they stayed even longer.

❤️

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

So close your eyes

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

❤️

He remembered why it all started and how badly things kept going, but having new friends, Owen, Eva, and Izzy, made him feel better. Having a small fling with Cody also helped. Even when they were alone, things were made better, but Noah knew it wouldn't last in this horrid place.

Cody did say something that made him better.

"Focus on the now,"

Noah did. He always tried to focus on the now, only planning when he had to. This helped many survive close encounters. Owen claimed that Noah was a great leader, but Noah couldn't be bothered with that position, especially with his messed-up head after seeing Tyler's elongated body, which made him throw up at the sight.

❤️

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

But you were everything to me

I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

❤️

When the day came to rummage, Noah was with Duncan, Bridgette, Izzy, Courtney, Cody, and Katie, while the others were with Eva. Noah kept his mouth shut regarding Duncan's rash demands, but within the circumstances, Noah didn't make it a big deal. But when Noah realized they were around in circles, he had to call it out, which, in hindsight, didn't help with Duncan. Noah didn't come to fight, but Duncan did, as Noah tried to end it. Duncan escalated it to japing at Noah's loneliness and odd obsession with being with someone else despite being a loner.

Cody and Izzy, as expected, defended Noah, but Duncan wasn't having it. Noah didn't expect Duncan to grab them both harshly in the arms and demand to leave. But Noah couldn't let that happen. He felt powerless, even when he tried to speak. Duncan was more threatening, and his delinquent status made it easy for the girls to listen to him.

But Noah looked Cody in the eyes, and Cody knew what those eyes meant.

❤️

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel

This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Oh, oh

❤️

Noah wished he could've kept his mouth shut but was alone and scared. Imaging him with his friends helped, but only a little. The only noises around him were the wind brushing against the leaves and the occasional howl of the wolf, an unfortunate reminder of Sadie's demise a few days prior.

But he felt bitter, and he chose to sit down to collect his thoughts, but he couldn't, even when he tried.

❤️

I got tired of waiting.

Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around

My faith in you was fading

When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

❤️

Those thoughts of loneliness were amplified as he felt the rope around his neck and the knife stabbing his shoulder. His body was forced into the water, and his body sank. He had never felt so cold in his life, and he was shivering once he burst out of the water, trying to gasp for air, but a realization hit him.

He didn't need it anymore.

He was dead.

Noah was dead.

He was now a ghost, a ghost who saw his own body lifeless on the docks. Seeing his eyes dull and lifeless was odd, but he couldn't help but stare at it for who knows how long.

Noah remembered it clearly, but he should have expected it. But the loneliness continued; it made him question why he even fought with Duncan in the first place. None of it truly mattered, did it? Noah hated it, feeling like a naive fool. He wanted to scream, but his voice was more hoarse than usual, and no one could hear him. He could only look forward.

But his worst fear came to reality.

He heard Cody scream his name, his voice becoming more panicked as he continued to cry. Noah didn't want Cody to see his dead body, but it was too late. He saw how Cody stopped midscream, and he rushed towards Noah's dead body, his hands hesitating to grab his body. Cody didn't want to comprehend that Noah, one of the most intelligent people he knew, died so quickly. Noah could hear Cody begging Noah's body to wake up, but nothing could wake a dead body.

Noah sighed sadly, wishing he could tell Cody to leave, but it was inevitable at this point.

❤️

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you, but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

❤️

Noah gasped as he saw Cody cuddling his dead body, sobbing. He didn't comprehend how much Cody would feel. He heard a loud proclamation of love; his voice was broken from sadness and terror even when Cody cried. He knew Noah could probably hear, but it fell on the dead ears of his love.

❤️

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, "Marry me, Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say,

❤️

Noah, despite being internally soaked, felt tears dripping down his face, and he swam close to Cody, hating how the brunette held his dead body close, trying to warm him up the best he could.

He knew he had an answer to that…

"Yes."

That was the last thing he could even say before Gwen had to pick him up and walk away.

Leaving Noah alone.

Again.

(Island of the Slaughtered owned by @eavee-ry)

[noperopesaredope]

Me writing Izzy angst for one of the future chapters in Survivors of Wawanakwa (my new Island of the Slaughtered fic):

[asktheplethaura]

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.

[bellabeebe]

THIS ONE HAS A HUGE PLOT TWIST GUYS GET READY TO HAVE YOUR MINDS BLOWN (nearing the end)

[dazzlingqwq]

chat is this real

*starts balling*

I MISS YOU.

Island of the Slaughtered.

"Noah, Noah!" Cody walked through the woods with a flashlight in hand, shaking. It was a cold morning, and the sun hadn't even risen yet. He snuck out of the boys' cabin to search for Noah after Duncan separated him from the group that night.

After a few minutes, Cody reached the docks. He stood there, looking around, then saw something emerge from the water.

…

It was Noah.

His eyes had lost their color.

A knife was stabbed into his shoulder.

His neck appeared strangled.

Blood was coming out of his mouth.

"My poor Noah."

Cody froze, pointing the flashlight at the boy. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

This cannot be true.

…

Days passed since he found Noah’s lifeless body.

He couldn't forget how Noah used to look at him, eyes sparkling like stars in the sky. Now it was all gone.

Cody refused to go out, isolating himself from everyone.

He refused to remove Noah’s vest.

He refused to meet Duncan's eyes.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Noah looking at him from the waters.

"My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah.

My poor Noah."

No one could stop him that night from hanging himself. Everyone was sleeping, unaware of what was happening.

Cody left a sticky note on his bunk, saying: “Sorry, guys. I cannot live with the guilt and realization that Noah’s death was partly my fault. Do you think he’ll forgive me if I meet him and hold him tighter this time?"

Campers still hope that Noah forgives Cody for leaving him.

[avocadosharks]

i wanna write a noco fic but not like in the time of tdi or tdwt- like a in the future noco fic where all parts of their characters are aired out and addressed, no canon relationships of the characters go ignored (nemma, cody + gwen/sierra) and they are actual people and not extreme versions of their in show characters.

wanna put them in a td like show but different idea, yet using the same rules and beats as the show- maybe a combination of RR and TDI almost.

lots of angst and humor but most importantly addressing their relationship w one another despite the in show reality of them- kinda like growing them out of canon based on canon events if that makes sense

i dunno, im just rambling and i really really wanna write a full body of work w them bc i find their dynamic incredibly interesting. lmk if y’all would be interested

[chacharealsmooth07]

The exact moment when Cody recognized that; the boy floating face down in the moonlit bloodstained water, was Noah.