AN (Author's Note): I have to admit that i didn't rewatch Total Drama for this so it'll be a true canon divergence, and if there are any near truths it's cause ive seen it from other fanfictions, most of them starting from the episode ''I see London,'' which I guess is when Alejandro and Noah first meet or something. I'm just gonna go for it so without further ado, may the twists starts!
Here are a few headcanons, well kinda headcanons tho just to warm things up, of course, I only write platonic ships, I only like Alenoah as a friendship aesthetic. I truly think that most character relationships in Total Drama were quite because of the circumstances, maybe. Of course if you would like to interpret any of these characters as having a more solid ship, then feel free. Another headcanon, would be something from leftfield, which will be a shocker to other readers who won't read this part hehehe, that Noah is Japanese, or at least half or as they say it in Japan {Nihon} a half japanese person would be a HAFU. I think, So we'll go with that. Then, I don't really vibe with a super height difference, but there definitely is one, I can see it radiating from the screen. I feel it's there. If there aren't any other headcanons then I'll add it in the following chapters.
Chapter 1: Revisit.
Noah was out of the game, he had lost and now looking back on this first challenge he can see why. It had all been his fault, his laziness, getting too comfortable about his current situation, as if he he hadn't had to beg and work his ass of to get to this point. Now he would be going back to that forsaken place he called home.
He wanted to cry, he was in a miserable corner somewhere in the cargo area of chef's rust backet of a aeroplane, he was tired, maybe too tired so he thought to himself, maybe noone will here me afterall. So he let the first tear slip, the another, he was now biting down on his lower lip to try and make the quivering muscle stop, but he couldn't. He wrapped his calloused hands around his form. He was shaking so terribly, he didn't know if it was because of the AC set to a freezing level, his not at all winter clothing, or both.
Chris had told him to always wear the same clothing on screen unless told otherwise, and man, his life had really become that miserable huh. He was now biting down on his lip, hard enough that it was probably drawing out a lot of blood.
He was so overwhelmed, he was borderline scared and terrified to go back there, to go back home without the money, Again, he ironically didn't want to stay here either, he wondered briefly if that's why he never bothered trying, he felt stuck, he felt empty now. Some voice from the entrance drew him from his thoughts, he stood up from his sitting position from behind the boxes, near the huge window, he knew that he would be leaving the plane soon.
He saw a bit of his reflection in the glass window, the panel was slightly bigger than him so he could see exactly what kind of scenery that he would be tossed into with a parachute.
There was the deep dark blue of the night sky, seemingly draped over the city of London, the buildings, skyscrapers emitting small dots of lights as if stars. He wondered if that voice was the one that would finally just tell him to leave, he thought as he stared blankly at the passageway, waiting for the person to find him and announce his fate. What he was not expecting, was that there were two people.