Short oneshot inspired by the new all stars sneak peek that's up. May contain spoilers.
I don't own Total Drama.
She was there. She looked slightly distorted, discoloured through the glowing panes of glass that covered his eyes, but he could see her and it made his scarred heart want to break. She was so beautiful, her long hair pulled from her delicate face, her body just as slender and elegant as he remembered.
Why did she still make him feel like this? It was her fault this had happened to him. Her fault that he was here, stuck being Chris MClean's slave and lapdog, reduced to a pathetic domestic appliance. It was her fault that Alejandro Burromuerto was no more than a name of someone who had been, someone whose own family believed was dead and had died in the wretched show years ago. He almost wished he had died when the lava hit him. Instead, Chris saved him- only to condemn him to an even worse fate. He stitched him up, restored him to life, but only so that he could live as a nameless, faceless posession, permanently running around after Chris. It was alright when Chris was gone- when the fourth season premiered, he was left behind and able to enjoy a little peace looking after Chris's mansion while he was gone- but when the host was there, he was forced to satisfy Chris's cruel and sadistic needs.
All because of Heather.
But somehow, he still wanted her- wanted to be with her, but as a human, as the glorious human he once had been. Feel her warm, slender body in his arms- his real, toned and muscular arms, not the pathetic robot claws incapable of proper, controlled movement.
Straining to control the clunky vessel he was encased in, he forced himself to wheel up to her. He wanted to say something, anything, to the girl he once loved- and still did love, though it pained him to admit it.
Heather? His lips formed the words, but they did not come out; instead, all she heard were a few pathetic beeps, emotionless and pointless. It made him feel even more ripped up and useless; now his voice transmitter was gone, he had nothing left. Chris had covered it up to the others by stating that it had just broken, but the truth was the host had cruelly dismantled it himself before the new season, robbed Alejandro of the only voice he had so that he could not reveal who he really was to the others.
The beeps made Heather flinch, which destroyed him even more.
"Keep your distance, toaster." she snarled at him, inching away. The words ripped into his once confident soul, tearing him apart even more. She was right. She always was.
That was all he really was now. All he ever would be. A pathetic, loveless, hopeless toaster. A useless appliance that completed simple tasks before eventually being tossed aside. He wanted to rip the mask from his face and scream her name, scream his own name, proclaim who he really was to the whole world. Instead, he just beeped submissively- his lips formed the word Sorry, but once again a tiny metallic chirp was all anyone heard. None of them cared, or even listened. He didn't expect them to. He was no longer the handsome, revered Spanish prodigy. He was just the robot. The toaster.
And no one cares about toasters.
I am so sad for Alejandro... :(
