Introduction/Interviews

"Welcome back to an all new season of Total Drama! I'm your host, Chris!" Said a man with perfect jet-black hair combed over to one side, and a million dollar Hollywood smile that dazzled in the sinister spotlight. He narrowed his dotted black eyes a bit into the camera letting his grin transform into his signature smirk. "You thought you could get rid of me, right?" He asked crossing his arms behind his back. His tone remained completely calm as the camera angle tightened at his face. "Well, as usual, you were pathetically wrong! Turns out they can't do this show without me. What do you know? After all these years of torturing teens they decide they actually like me!" He belted out a hearty laugh for emphasis. The camera shot over to a mocha colored man wearing a chef's uniform to get his reaction.

"As it turns out," Chef sighed wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "Chris' contract doesn't let up for another season. They can't get rid of him."

The camera quickly snapped back over to the egotistical host who was still ranting on and on about the show and, mostly, himself. "Now, this season we're doing things a little bit different! I know, I'm excited too! Instead of having twenty four victims-contestants, we're only going to be having fourteen! But don't worry, we'll be having lots of surprises along the way. Some of your veteran favorites, like alluring Alejandro and the vicious Heather, may or may not be making a grand appearance to shake things up a bit! And, instead of returning to that monster invaded island, the victims and I will be here…at an abandoned haunted amusement park! Wicked, huh?"

The camera zoomed out to reveal a grand looking amusement park sparkling with radical rides that seemed to reach right up and touch the sky. There were Farris wheels, carousels, and old wooden rollercoaster that seemed to loop around and twirl forever. But the magnificent image melted into a more ominous image. The rides began to rust, the sky seemed to darken, and the colors began to fade.

"Heeeeellllpppp me!" Came an eerie cry. "Heeeellllpppp me!"

The camera flickered around trying to make sense of the sound. I zipped across the horizon until it came across a woman in all white with a hollow empty face. Suddenly her eyes shifted to red and she lunged for the camera. All that could be seen was static. Chris chuckled.

"Yes! And did I mention again that it is really haunted?" Chris smirked. Chef rolled his eyes and smacked his face. The camera cut back to him.

"Chef don't do ghosts." He grumbled. Chris brought himself to Chef's side and wrapped one of his arms around his beefed up neck and smiled into the only remaining camera.

"It's ok, Chef. We'll be safe in a luxury suit ten miles away from the park while the teens are left alone here trying to survive!" The thought of the kids suffering was enough to make Chef smile. Chris laughed some more. "Anyways, we have two audition tapes here with us now, let's go ahead and roll them!"

The screen went black, and when it returned it was fixed on a girl with a lovely slender heart-shaped face, pale sea-foam green eyes, and long wavy red hair that faded to blonde. She wore a sweet small smile that expanded to reveal two dimples poking out of either side of her cheeks. She giggled, the sound itself was just as sugary as her looks, and she waved.

"I'm Jubilee!" She hummed swaying from side to side. "And if you had to classify me, I guess I'd be kinda a hippie, right?" The camera backed away to reveal the girl's location. She was sitting outside surrounded by little woodland animals. Like Snow White, birds were sitting on her shoulders, rabbits were at her feet, and a deer was at her side. She giggled again. "Ok, maybe I'm a total hippie." She blushed. "I mean, look at my feet? No shoes! I hate those feet prisons." She wrinkled her tiny pixie nose, but couldn't help but smile anyways. She took a deep breath, fixed her flora skirt and fidgeted with the bracelets lining her arms. "Anyways, I'm painfully awkward at making these things. I never really know what to say and I'm too lazy for retakes, so here it goes! My likes include being outside. So, hiking, camping, swimming, ect. And I also really enjoy singing and dancing. My friends often call me Snow White because I often break out in random song and dance. I love anything artistic and I have a little bit of a geek side, and when I say little, I mean total nerd! Yep, I can tell you anything you'd ever possibly want to know about any comic book or Doctor Who character; but shush! It's our little secret!" She smiled brighter but it quickly slipped off her face. "Oh, right." She frowned. "I'm supposed to tell you my fears too, right? Oh, gosh! Well, to be honest, my biggest fear heading into this showis falling in love but finding out it's just a showmance. I hate those! Being betrayed or abandoned is also right up there. And, um, as silly as it sounds, porcelain dolls. Those things freak me out!" She shivered and the deer licked her skin sensing her discomfort. She smiled and stroked its neck. "Thanks Daisy!" She sang. "Anyways, I wouldn't mind being paired up with someone as long as they share the same detest of shoes as I do!" She laughed and waved the camera away. "Bye, now!"

The screen went black for the second time and cut back over to Chris who was lustfully rubbing his hands together. "Porcelain dolls, she says?" He grinned. "Well, that can definitely be arranged, right, Chef?"

Chef frowned. "Seems like a nice girl." He stated, then he laughed. "Shame Chef's gonna change that!"

"You and me both, buddy!" Chris chuckled. "Alright, the second sneak peek we have is of a man who fits the very definition of mystery!"

The camera became static-y and when the image finally settled, it fixed on a good looking boy with a smart sense in style. He wore a black pinstriped fedora, a white v-neck, and dark skinny jeans rolled up for his gray combat boots. On top of that, he wore a grey-checkered scarf and dog tags. His eyes, also, were dark gray and his nose a slender beak shaped giving him an exotic look. His skin, a sharp olive tone, and his hair a neat mahogany.

"The name's Dex." He introduced letting his lips twist into a nice lopsided grin. "I'm eighteen years old and a struggling musician. Eh, not really struggling, I take that back, it's just no one's willin' to take a shot on me, got that? I'm also a painter and a poet, but whatever. That's no big deal. I guess if one would have to classify me into one group, it'd be the artist type. I love keeping things simple, but complex. I like my muses and will protect them by any means necessary, that's including this show. I'm not opposed to falling in love on screen, but my band does come first. I've signed up with the hopes that some fancy producer will see me and want to whisk me away to fame and success. The million would be nice too, but I'm more in it for the fame. Why, you ask? Well, fame would mean everything to me. Come on, let me show you." Dex waved his hand and the camera followed him out of what appeared to be his room and through a small cramped hallway that lead to a kitchen with a small white-haired woman. "This is my g-ma." He introduced. The short woman fixed her glasses and squinted her eyes. She became bashful and darted away from the camera. Dex laughed. "G-ma raised me." He explained. "My parents died when I was little and seeing as the both of them were only children, I had no one to go to. I went from foster home to foster home until g-ma found me and decided to take a shot on me. Her biggest dream for me is success. And that's what this show has to offer me. Success." He bent over to the woman standing awkwardly away from the screen to kiss her on the head. "Fears?" He asked casually walking back to his room. "I ain't got any. Well, apart from losing. Likes? Well, you already know that. Art, music, and women. I would prefer to go through this competition alone, but if I had to be paired up with, I'd only hope it was someone I was compatible with. Anyways, catch you on the flip side. Peace."

The screen died, but was quickly revived and fixed on Chris' face. He frowned.

"Well, Chef, looks like we have a pretty boy." He muttered. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, pretty." Chef nodded, but his face remained indifferent. Chris sighed.

"We'll have to fix that. But later! Tune in next week for more interviews and more fun! Later!"

Author's Notes:

Hi there, beautiful readers! Thank you for taking a chance on this story! It means a lot to me and I hope you like it so far. Anyways, I'm trying to make this as interactive as humanly possible, so need your help! Yep, I do mean you, my lovely bucket of sunshine! I need character ideas, so, in the review section when you leave me a much-needed review on my story, also leave your character! Next chapter, I'll make an audition tape with them so be as detailed as possible! List appearance, name, and personality! I need six boys and six girls, so have fun! Did you get that? Let me put it in caps and bold: I NEED CHARACTERS! NAMES, PERSONALITY, APPEARANCE! I WILL GIVE YOU CREDIT FOR YOUR CHARACTER! LEAVE IT IN THE REVIEW! Thank you ha ha! Anyways, this offer won't last forever. I'm giving you guys until AUGUST 7,2013to come up with your characters. After that, I'll fill in the void myself. But I'm really hoping that you guys will step up! I love interactive stories! You, the readers, will have the pleasure of making this story your own! YOU will vote off characters, YOU will spark romances, and YOU will tell me how I'm doing with this! So, enjoy the power while it lasts! And remember, you're beautiful and I love you.

-thehugbandit