Chapter One: Ezekiel
Ezekiel sighs as the Boat of Losers pulls up to the dock to return him home. He slowly stands up and hangs his head as he steps off the boat.
"Aw man, what am I going to tell my family, eh?" he says to Chef as his bags are thrown onto the dock. "I couldn't even stay in for a day!" Chef rolls his eyes and shakes his head, not caring at all what Ezekiel will tell his family. Ezekiel looks up and furrows his brow in confusion. "Where am I, bro?"
"Loser Island," Chef tells him. "Which is fitting, since you're a loser!"
"And I have to stay here by myself?" Ezekiel asks.
"Yes!" Chef snaps. Ezekiel stands there in shock for a moment before smiling and throwing his fists into the air.
"Alright! That's what I'm talking about!" He picks up his bags and runs inside the mansion. Chef gets back on the boat and heads back to Wawanakwa.
Ezekiel runs from room to room inside the mansion. It seems to have everything: a gym, a library, a games room, and even an art gallery. He throws his bags into the biggest of the 10 bedrooms and heads outside to check out the pool and hot tub area. He lays on one of the beach chairs and crosses his legs.
"Staying here by myself for three days? Oh yeah, this is the life!" He yawns, putting his arms behind his head and snuggles down on the chair. He closes his eyes and sighs. An owl hoots and he opens his eyes. "Uh-oh, what was that?" He sits up and looks around. The owl hoots again and Ezekiel brings his knees up to his chest and starts shaking with fear.
"H-hello?" He calls out. "Come out, or I'll... I'll..." The owl flies down and perches at the end of the chair. Ezekiel jumps up and runs inside screaming.
He runs up the stairs to his bedroom and slams the door before jumping onto his bed and climbing under the covers.
"Maybe three days by myself will be a bit much..."
Ezekiel slides down the bannister and runs to the kitchen, excited to start the day and explore the mansion. He runs to the kitchen, where a range of breakfast foods are spread across the table. His eyes light up as he starts piling up pancakes and hash browns on his plate. He wolfs down his breakfast and runs outside, ripping his shirt off and jumping in the pool. He starts to float on his back with his arms behind his head.
"I don't know what I was thinking last night, eh?" he says to a lizard that's lazing by the pool. "This place is awesome!" He winks at the lizard and it widens it's eyes and scurries away into the bushes. He sighs and gets out of the pool to go inside. He goes to the art gallery and decides it will be fun to act like a posh person.
"This painting really shows the artists deep feeling of... Uh, depression," he says. "And this sculpture is terrible! It would make much more sense for the person being sculpted to have arms." Ezekiel looks around, but no one is there to appreciate his wit so he sighs again and goes to raid the library next. He isn't much of a reader but picks out a few books he might like.
He spends the rest of the day lazing by the pool reading his books, going inside only to play in the games room, but aside from Pacman, the games are mostly multi-player. He tries to play foosball by himself but after his arms get caught in the bars he decides it's a bad idea.
Come nighttime, Ezekiel is terrified again. He eats dinner and runs to his bed, pulling his covers up to his chin. The mansion creaks and it's a windy night, making him even more scared than he had been the previous night. "Pfft, I'm not scared!" he tells himself. The wind blows his window open and he buries himself deep in his covers. "Aw man, just one more day!"
The following day Ezekiel sleeps in until midday. He heads down to the pool area again and sits in the hot tub. He turns the bubbles on and watches them for a while, not really sure what to do since he's explored the whole place and has no one to talk to.
"I thought this would be awesome, but it's kinda lonely you know?" he says to himself. He sighs once again and heads inside to play Pacman for the umpteenth time.
As the sun starts to set, Ezekiel heads to the dock with a stack of sandwiches and a fishing rod to await the arrival of the next loser. By the time it's dark, he has finished his stack of sandwiches and has caught three fish. Ezekiel has the fishing rod hanging in the water and is resting his head in his hand when he sees the Boat of Losers approaching. He stands up, excited to finally have some company. His excitement is short-lived, however, when he sees who he has to be alone with for the next few days, and he runs to hide behind a bush as she steps off the boat.
Note: I hope this chapter isn't too boring. The chapters will get longer and more interesting as more people arrive.