Look at that, a second part. Why? Because people asked. Who in perticuler? Novacaineday! Wherever you are, this is for you!
This one is about, you guessed it, Noah. (Of Course!)
Also, this takes place between "Newf kids on the Rock" and "Jamaica me Sweat"
Noah waited patiently with his arms folded in front of his scrawny chest, standing by the confessional bathroom. His bored eyes shifted from the door to the clock, tapping his foot in anticipation that the person inside at the moment would hurry. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and he knocked on the bathroom door. "Owen? You've been in there for an hour. How long does it take to do a confessional?" He asked through the door.
Quickly, the door opened to Owen's chubby form and he stepped out. "Oh. Heh… I wasn't confessing things," Owen told Noah with a laugh.
Noah simply shook his head and walked into the confessional, closing the door behind him. Sitting down in the spot everyone sat, the seat of it closed, he leaned back slightly for a more comfortable position before he started. "…Well, I just wanted to get one of these confessionals over with before bed… Not really much to say," Noah admitted with a roll of his eyes. "I mean, what is there to say: my team is lacking in all things that remotely have to do with skill, Izzy is still on this plain so everyone's lives are still in danger, and I something was seriously wrong with those clams we had last challenge," Noah pointed out.
Heaving one last sigh, he got up and turned towards the door. He gripped the handle and pulled it towards him. That's when his calm, bored eyes turned wide and worried. Because, as he pulled the door handle and moved it towards himself, the door didn't come with it. He lifted the removed door handle up towards his face in disbelief. "…You have got to be kidding me?" He groaned with a face palm and a seat back where was. "Everyone probably already went to bed or is out of earshot… and the only one that could possibly hear me is…" He shuttered at the thought of Chef coming to his "rescue". "I suppose I'll just wait here… in the confessional… for nine hours…"
BZZZT: 10:45 PM…
"This can't get much work… and I don't believe in jinxing, so it doesn't matter if I say that..." As he lazily rested his chin on his palm, Noah smelt something off. "...What's that smell?"
BZZZT: 10:50 PM…
"It's coming from the toilet…" He lifted the lid of the toilet and cringed backwards as the smell Owen left behind over took the small room. "OWEN!" He shouted as he pinched his nose.
BZZZT: 11:00 PM…
"-Air! I need air!" He gasped as he clawed at the window for desperate life.
BZZZT: 12:00 AM…
"Good… luckily my book was hard enough to break the glass. I'll probably be getting yelled at that for some reason when Chris finds out, but it's Owen's fault… I'm not saying I 'hate' Owen, it's that Owen—"
BZZZT: 1:00 AM…
"—how is it that one of his noxious farts can kill a bird but when he smells it, he gets all happy. It's not normal… but who ever said any of these people where normal, much less sane—"
BZZZT: 2:00 AM…
"…Owen… well… Okay, I'll say it; he's my only friend around here. I'm sure I'm on good terms with many, if not all the other contestants and ex-contestants, but Owen's been the only one who has ever—"
BZZZT: 3:30 AM…
"—He gets on my nerves. And with his girth, those nerves will break any time…. Maybe it's things like that that keep me with only one real friend like Owen… and one crazy—"
BZZZT: 4:30 AM…
"—neurotic, pyro fanatic, friend like… Izzy… Difficult to call her a 'friend' but we have had a few moments where she wasn't trying anything crazy or trying to explode anything… Over all, she's a nice enough person… She and Owen make a—"
BZZZT: 5:00 AM…
"—A nice… couple. They go great with one another. One of them is into crazy people, the other is a crazy person… it levels out… But like I said, Izzy is more then just a crazy, explosion crazed girl, she's also—"
BZZZT: 5:30 AM…
"—and I guess it pays to mention that she's pretty good at leading a team… But I digress… But, you know what they say, the crazy ones are always the—" He stopped for a moment, recalling everything he's said, then looks at the camera. "I'm not saying that I love Izzy, or anything like that, I'm just saying she's not as—Give me that tape!" With a shot of his hands out, he grasped the camera and shook it violently.
BZZZT: 6:00 PM…
"—I don't know what got into me… Sorry," the camera keeps recording, only now seeing Noah upside down. "Well, it's almost morning call… I'll be getting out of here soon enough. Then I'll be back with Owen, Izzy, and the rest of my team… But, I don't trust that Alejandro. He comes to this game, starts a nice trick, gets the girls to fall for him, and now the girls and the other idiots that talked to him are dropping off like flies… coincident? No such thing…" Suddenly, a rattling noise comes from above him and the vent falls down from the ceiling. "What in the name of—" Before he could react any further, Izzy dropped down from the shaft and into the confessional room.
"Heeeey Noah," Izzy greeted with a chipper tone that was contrary to the time of day. "Uh… Izzy? Why where you in the—never mind…"
"Well when you didn't come to bed, I came searching for you. I used your sock as a tracking scent,"
"Izzy, the plain isn't that big, why didn't you just call my name?"
"That's not as fun! And speaking of fun…" She quickly jumped back into the vent and grabbed Noah's arm. "I'm springing you out!"
"Wait, Izzy, this isn't—" Before he could protest, Izzy yanked him through the vent, clanging and banging his scrawny body the entire way back to their seats.
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Also, special shout out or favor to who ever can guess what joke i was refrencing to in the first Author's Note in this story.
See you all in the big times,
-Overlord-Flinx