Total Drama Pride Month!

Chris Chooses Kindness

In the morning, Chris came back with his boat to Boner Island to pick up the teenagers he loved to abuse so dearly. He anchored to the shore, and sent out a broadcast to the whole island.

"Attention, survivors!" he called. "If you can hear this, it means you completed the challenge! I'm here to bring you back to Yaoinakwa, so please locate the flare signal that I'm about to fire and come back this way!"

After about 20 minutes, 16 of the weary, freezing campers returned to the island. Some were in better shape than others. 

"Welcome back, everybody! Yeesh, Scott. You're not looking too good." said Chris. "Anyway, that looks like everybody! Hop aboard!"

"Wait, shouldn't there be 18 of us?" said Zoey.

"Yeah."

"There's only 16!" said Eva.

"1, 2, 3, 7, 11, 18!" Chris counted, showcasing the roughly tuned ability of a 4 year old. "I counted 18. Let's move!"

Everyone took their places on S.S. Ligma. 

"Dude," Trent muttered to Duncan. "Cody and Noah are the ones missing!"

"Yeah..." Duncan replied. "I wonder if they're dead."

"They wouldn't let 2 campers die..." said Courtney, joining the conversation. "Would they?"

The ride back to Yaoinakwa was one filled with a grim air.

Noah and Cody were not dead. In fact, they had survived rather comfortably through the night.

Cody's eyes opened slowly. Gaining his senses, he realized he was laying on Noah's shoulder while Noah's arms were around him. The comically large jacket covered them both as well as it could. The night before was a bit of a blur, and Cody couldn't remember exactly how they had ended up like this, but he didn't really care.

A moment later, or perhaps several minutes, Noah startled.

"Cody! It's morning!" he exclaimed.

"Huh?" Cody mumbled, pushing himself up, then snapped back into his senses. "Oh, shit! Chris probably came for everybody else by now!"

They tiredly rushed to the door, trying their best to push it open. They were able to open it about an inch before it stopped.

Noah peeked out. It was just bright enough in the forest to see that the entire ground was covered in about 3 feet of icy, compacted snow.

"We're snowed in, but it doesn't seem too bad." he said. "The door can't swing outwards very much, but maybe if we can pull it inwards? Or remove the hinges?"

"The hinges look really rusty," said Cody. "Plus, we don't have anything to remove them with!"

"Well, shit." Noah thought in silence, trying to come up with a way to get out.

"Wanna go back to sleep then?" Cody asked, grinning.

"No. Kind of. But we can't right now! You know Chris isn't gonna come searching for us, and if we stay in here too much longer, we're toast."

"Or popsicles, I think."

"Yeah. I think our best bet is trying to shove this damn door open."

Yaoinakwa was exhilarating for the campers to see. As they grew further from Boner Island, the warmth returned to their bodies, as well as the sensation in their limbs.

Chris stood at the front of the deck again, looking as pleased as ever.

"Chris!" said Gwen. "You left Noah and Cody on Boner Island!"

"Hey, it's BONEY Island." he said. "Get it? Like Coney Island?"

"Yeah, got it, genius. Are you gonna let your contestants die on that shit pile of an island?"

"Hmm... actually, I should've seen Boner Island coming. Anyways, I did say the challenge was to survive. This just means they lost!"

"As someone who has studied the law since I was 6," Courtney chimed. "I can safely bet that if those two are dead, you'll be facing multiple lawsuits and a lifelong prison sentence."

Chris shrugged.

"And your show will be cancelled. Not even reruns will play."

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "I guess that's a good point."

He turned around and hurried to the wheelhouse to ask Chef to turn around.

"Attention campers!" he called out. "We're turning back for the island!"

A wave of relief flooded over everybody. Except Scott, who was both heavily injured and violently homophobic.

"3, 2... 1!"

Noah and Cody slammed their shoulders against the frosty wooden door as hard as they could. It swung open about a foot, possibly enough for them to squeeze their way out.

Cody rubbed his shoulder where the impact was. "Nice job, dude!"

"You too," Noah said. "Let's get out of here."

The two tiny twink boys edged out of the shelter, pushing through the snow as well as they could. They finally emerged after a long, cold, homoerotic night.

Brilliantly timed, they heard Chris's second broadcast.

"Hey, Noco! Wherever you two dweebs are, you'd better come find the shore quick, or you'll soon have your obituaries in Vancouver Sun!"

"We'd better hurry," said Noah. They started walking briskly out of the woods and to the shore.

"So... about, uh, everything." said Cody. "Do you... I dunno, wanna make it more serious?"

Noah's pace slowed. "Really? I wasn't sure you wanted to do that, but..."

"I mean, if you don't want to it's alright. Just a suggestion."

"No, no, that sounds great! I guess if you're down, I'm down."

"Cool." Cody smiled. 

They continued walking in silence. After some hesitation, Noah reached for Cody's hand. It was cold, but held Noah's back as firmly as one could while not really being able to control their fingers.

Boner Island was probably the worst place for something like this to happen to Noah. But to be honest with himself, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.