A/N: Yay, another story stuck in my system that needs to go out! Hehe... Main pairings remain, fan pairings develop over time.
WARNING: This is rated M for violence, swearing, sexual themes, and character death.
Chris "Last time on Total Drama Reloaded… it came down to Lightning and Dakota! Challenge after challenge the two outlasted the rest of the pack and finally, it came down to…"
"…Give it a rest," Chef cut in.
Chris only sighed as he and Chef sat depressingly in an old rundown bar. The show had been cancelled due to the loss of viewers and ratings during the fourth and final season. Replacing the cast became the show's downfall and the former host could only narrate it to himself. Chris sadly chugged down his shot of whiskey as him and his former co-worker drank their problems away.
"Just one more time… just one more time in the spotlight is all I ask for" Chris pleaded.
"Well it's done! We went all "Scrubs Season Nine" and look what happened!" Chef reminded.
"I know… but isn't there anything we can do?"
They both look at the TV suspended above them in the bar to see a commercial.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the voice-over in the ad began, "Brace yourselves for the most provocative and controversial game show ever! They took our Willamette! They took our Las Vegas! But here in Fortune City, we are getting our revenge on those zombie bastards! Welcome to… TERROR IS REALITY!"
The TV screen shows clips motorcyclists driving within an arena and sawing down hordes of flesh eating zombies with maximum gore.
"Are those… zombies?" Chef astonishingly asked.
"Where have you been?" the bartender asked, "This is America's biggest show!"
"Canada… But zombies?" Chris questioned as well.
"Dude, they have been an epidemic since their first rising in Colorado. Luckily the US military kept them contained since then and so we managed to keep them in check for the show! Many dispute its ethics and a group of people formed a protest group called CURE."
As the two watched the advertisement with awe, an idea struck the former host.
"That's it!" Chris said after receiving his epiphany.
**Meanwhile**
Watching the playback of last episode's TIR, Tyrone King, a bombastic dark-skinned man in the fanciest of garments, casually smokes his cigarette. He wore a violet fur coat over a casual tux, and had on a pair of purple tinted glasses.
"Mister King, you got a phone call" an assistant informed the executive producer of Terror is Reality.
"Well who the fuck is it?" T.K. snapped back at him.
"It's a… mister Chris McLean…"
"Who?"
"The host of a Canadian reality show called Total Drama Island…"
"Total Drama? Fine, let me talk to him" T.K. reluctantly complied as he grabbed the phone from the assistant and then rudely asked the phone "Yeah?"
"Hello, is this Tyrone King?" the fired host of Total Drama asked from the other side of the line.
"The fuck do you think this is? Of course, son!"
"Kay kay… sorry… I was just thinking of a little celebrity guest starring on your show" Chris offered.
"I'm listening…"
After learning the details, the two come into an agreement. T.K hangs up the phone.
"You think it will be popular?" the assistant asked.
"As long as it drives the stoner fans from the fucking CURE protesters" Tyrone informed, "Besides, some retard kids who have no idea of what they are getting into is always a rating booster"
Suddenly, two scantily clad women who appeared to be twins, walk into the studio room. One was a blonde, with short hair and one long bang hanging from the right side of her face. She also wore a golden, one piece, scaled dress. The other had dark hair with another single long bang to her left side of her face. She wore a silver one piece dress.
The blonde was the one to speak, "Sir, you have another phone call. It's the Phenotrans Company"
**One Month Later**
A plane lands in Fortune City, Nevada. Out of it came the original cast of Total Drama.
"Wow, this is Fortune City? Awesome!" Gwen was the first to speak out at the sights.
Trent read from the brochure, "Get away from it all and lose yourself in one of our many casinos or try and resist spending all your winnings at one of our fine stores. Fortune City; where the good times never know when to end!"
Cody looked at his own brochure, "Wow, this place really does have everything! Four Slot Casinos, two shopping malls, a food court, one long chain of outdoor stores and mini casinos in the strip between them!"
"They even have a wedding chapel!" Sierra happily added, "Just for you… and me… It's called 'Swept Away!'"
"Great…" the geek nervously stated.
"I can't wait to go to the shopping malls, right Tyler?" Lindsay giddily asked.
"…Uh yeah. Shopping!" the jock reluctantly complied with his girlfriend.
"Eeeeeee! We want to go shopping too! Right, Sadie?" Katie asked her BFF.
"Eeeeeee! Right, Katie!" Sadie concurred.
"I wanna come too!" Beth added.
Owen cut in, "I just want to know where the Food Court is, I'm starving"
"You just had three ham dinners" Noah reminded.
"I know! I've been famished" The chubby teen lamented.
"Perhaps you and I can spend some alone time, mi amor…" Alejandro offered the queen bee.
"As if…" Heather coldly scoffed.
"You're mouth says no, but your eyes say yes"
"Need I remind you that my knee also says no?" the queen bee sharply reminded.
"Back then, the one million came between us," the Latin also recalled, "What stands in the way now?"
Heather smugly grinned back, "I don't date losers"
"Love the soap opera here," Duncan cut in, "But we have some zombie killing to do"
The atmosphere changed after the sudden realization of what the Total Drama contestants are getting themselves into.
"Yikes dude, I am still struggling to believe there really are the living dead around" Geoff confessed.
"And is killing them really ethical?" Bridgette questioned, "They're people… or were…"
"Need I remind you that they are already dead?" Duncan rebutted.
"Zombies don't scare me" Eva boasted.
"Izzy excited to see zombies! Maybe they'll bite me and make me their queen!" the psychopath announced.
"Yeah… something tells me that plan won't end well…" Noah sarcastically remarked.
"Nah uh! There is no way I am stepping into that arena" Leshawna cut in, "I'm just a spectator"
"Me too" Harold concurred, "Not because I'm scared, but I have to protect Leshawna with my mad skillz in case a zombie gets loose!"
Courtney stepped in and announced, "If I am within a hundred feet with those things, I am going to sue both shows into third world poverty!"
"I'm not going anywhere, either!" DJ added, "I wouldn't even come here without momma!"
"No way," the delinquent chuckled, "You brought Mommy with you?"
DJ's mom joined the group and smacked Duncan upside the head, "Ain't no way my Poppydoo is going anywhere near those things!"
"OH LOOK! A ZOMBIE!" Heather pointed out in a panic.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" DJ screamed out loud.
"Oh wait, it's just Zeke…" the queen bee sharply corrected herself.
"Hey… I am back to normal now, eh!" the prairie boy reminded.
"Well I don't know about all of you, but I am excited at mowing down zombies" Duncan eagerly announced, "Right Gwen?"
The goth nervously smiled, "I always like zombie flicks… but to know they really exist…"
"Don't sweat it, Pasty," Duncan assured, "When I'm done with them, there'll be a couple million less in the world"
Josh and Blaineley also walk towards the group.
"What are you two doing here?" Justin asked the two.
"Celebrity Manhunt is doing a segment on Mister Tyrone King, the host of Terror is Reality," Josh elaborated, "As to why Blaineley is here, is beyond me"
"You remember! I got my job back!" Blaineley fibbed.
"Right…" the employed Celebrity Manhunt host rolled his eyes.
Suddenly Chris, Chef, and a stagehand walked to the group as well.
"Welcome my favorite cast!" Chris brownnosed.
"After trying to replace us, now you're sucking up?" Heather inquired.
"Aw come on now, we had some great memories, didn't we?" the host nervously reminded, "Hey, you all get to be on TV again! You scratch my back, I scratch yours!"
Reading from his clipboard, the stagehand says, "Okay, for this promotion we are gonna have two of you at a time competing with two other professionals. Trent and Duncan, you two are first up to plate, Cody and Alejandro after that, and so on and so forth. First two, come with me"
"Hehe… excited Elvis?" Duncan asked competitively.
"Ecstatic…" the musician reluctantly responded.
"While you guys gave your corpsefest, we're gonna break and actually enjoy this place" Heather spoke for the group as they parted to their own ways.
"Goodbye, Duncan," Courtney bided farewell before sneering at him, "Hope you become zombie chow!"
"You too, Princess" the punk shot back.
**Later**
The scene fast forwards to Trent and Duncan preparing their bikes in their TIR motocross uniforms. The two were the first to be paired up with two professional Slicecycle drivers as part of their celebrity guest star promotion. A Slicecycle is a modified motorcycle with two large chainsaws strapped around the handlebars made especially for chopping up zombies. Trent was in a yellow jumpsuit. Duncan was on the other side in a red jumpsuit. One of the professionals bared a similar resemblance to the musician but was slightly older and had five 'o'clock shadow. The other driver was in a blue suit and covered his face under a helmet. Gwen was chatting with Duncan and prepared to part after affectionately kissing the punk.
"Go get them, Duncan!" Gwen happily said as she left him, before exiting the room, she turned to Trent, "Good luck to you too, Trent"
The musician sighed as she left, missing the affections the goth had once gave him.
A stagehand came up to all four of them, "Hey, you are all on in two minutes! Also, I need you all to sign this release form before you all go out there"
After doing so, as well as since all four Slicecycles were ready, the four drove down the corridor that then lead to a platform. Surrounding the hallway and the platform were steel fences dividing the four between hordes of walking corpses aptly named, zombies. Their fleshes were decrepit, their eye's glowed bright red, and they growled and snarled hungrily at the living beings they were caged out from. In the thousands, they try to break thought the fence but to no avail. Trent recoiled after finally seeing the zombies face to face while Duncan grinned in anticipation.
The green Slicecyclist, who was closest to Trent, quickly recognized him, "Hey, you're Trent, right?" The green rider asked recalling the special TIR promotion that was occurring.
"Yeah, that's right" Trent friendlily responded.
"Dude, I love you on Total Drama! My name is Leon!" the green rider greeted with hospitality.
"Thanks man, it's always nice to meet a fan" the musician happily responded.
"Yeah, it's too bad you lost Gwen to that delinquent"
"Well… thanks…" Trent said, recalling his past mistakes and the ultimate loss of his true love.
"Yeah…" Leon's kind smile turned into a cold, cruel grin, "…It's a shame you were such spineless pussy who lacked the ball sac to actually hold on to a woman, AHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA!"
Realizing Leon's true nature, Trent glared at his competitor in this show and just focused on preparing his Slicecycle.
Interrupting the tension, a voice on the intercom speaks loudly, "Zombies… took our Willamette… they took our Las Vegas… But tonight, America, we're going to get a little payback!"
The platform the four drivers and their Slicecycles rose and lifted them all up to the circular arena where the competition will take place.
"Welcome everyone to Fortune City, Nevada! America's entertainment playground!" The intercom voice continued. A fireworks show started as the riders gets settled into the arena, "And now it's time for America's most dangerous game show! It's time for… Terror… is… Reality!"
The pyrotechnics get more intense as the bigger explosions occurred while the many fans sitting on the bleachers surrounding the arena cheered at full volume.
"And here's your host… TYRONE KING!" the voiceover introduced as the flamboyant host entered the stage overlooking the arena. Accompanying him were the lovely twins, Amber and Crystal.
The host took his large microphone, and charismatically spoke to the audience, "Well America? Are you hungry for a little terror? Because tonight, we are gonna give it to you! I've been poking these zombies all week, and man, are they pissed! Ahahahaha! Our contestants are almost ready, so let's send them a little message! You are gonna need to risk it all if you are ever really gonna…" T.K. paused and points the microphone to the audience.
"WIN BIG!" the crowd happily finished for him.
"Hahaha! That's right! Also, we have some special guest competitors with us here tonight!" Tyrone continued, "You all remember the popular Canadian reality show, Total Drama right? Well now the kids are playing in OUR yard! All the games and relationships mean nothing here! Will they make it out alive? We shall find out! Right here! RIGHT NOW! Please welcome the first two guests… TRENT…"
The crowd cheered for the musician.
"…AND DUNCAN!"
The audience rose to their feet and scream in support of the delinquent. Trent only sighed due to the overwhelming popularity the punk had over him.
"Hehe… will they give our professionals a run for their money? We'll find out… BEGIN!"
The riders put on their protective helmets as the game began. On cue, chutes, suspended above everyone, started dumping zombies onto the arena. Hundreds of the walking corpses turn to the contestants and began stumbling over towards them.
Trent was hesitant at first as he watches the zombies approach them. This becomes his undoing as Duncan and Leon get the better start and began plowing through the undead masses. The kill count came in their favor as their points started racking up. Snapping out of his trance, Trent began driving his Slicecycle and began sawing through his own share of walking corpses.
"They're already dead… they're already dead…" the musician tries to remind himself as he continues to chop up the horde.
The time limit dwindled as all four competitors continue to drive their Slicecycles through zombie after zombie. Duncan was having the time of his life while ripping through rotted flesh with the chainsaw handlebars. The crowd went wild when the delinquent took the lead while Trent was currently in dead last. After driving through another pack of zombies, Trent quickly gyrated the chainsaw-bike and drove through them again. Blood and guts spewed from the undead as the two chainsaws tore through them like butter. Wasting no time in catching up, Trent continued to mow down more and more zombies as his score narrowly beats the blue driver's. The time limit reached near its end and Trent struggled to catch up to the other two. Duncan continued to enjoy his time as he found more creative ways of slaughtering zombies. He jumped with his Slicecycle and utterly beheaded a crowd of corpses. Eventually, the time limit hit zero and the buzzer sound was heard.
Tyrone King got back up on the stage above them, "Alright! Let's wipe 'em off and hose 'em down. Let me hear it people! And show some love for our winner tonight! He's a hero! He's a survivor! He's… Duuuuuncaaaaaan! "
The crowd goes wild over the prevailing delinquent. The punk walked up to the stage where T.K and the twins were.
"He risked it all, and now he's taking home the big money!"
Following directions, the twin in silver hands Duncan the reward money and walked away.
T.K. continued, "But we are just getting started! The carnage is just beginning! So right now, let me hear you make some noooooooooooiiiiise!"
The audience continues to cheer as the light show surrounding T.K. goes up in sparks.
**Later**
Trent just silently sits in the TIR locker room after losing the match. As he did, he listens to a television that suspended over him in the area.
"…the problem and are examining the diets on different farms. This seems to have only compounded the problems which have been linked to the beef shortages in local areas." The news anchor said before moving on to the next story, "The zombie rights group, CURE is in the news again. The protest group have shown in the adult playground of Fortune City, which has chosen the site of the latest installment of the pay-per-view game show, Terror is Reality. The protest group just compounds the problems of the game show, which have been plagued recently by tumbling ratings and controversy. CURE was on the site of the show to display their opposition to what they call unethical treatment of zombies. Stacey Forscythe, the leader of the Nevada branch of CURE, had this to say,"
The news program revealed footage of a red-headed Caucasian woman standing before a CURE rally speaking, "Let our government know we will not stand for their systematic neglect of the infected! We must take drastic action now!"
The anchor continued, "Public opinion is mixed on the group's views, which are sometimes seen as radical"
Footage showed a man speaking next to his wife, "This is a joke right? Why would you want to save those "things"?"
"Stay tuned. Coming up right after the break, we've got weather and sports"
Trent only sighed before the man in the blue TIR uniform, who had been revealed as Anim, walked up to him, "Doesn't feel good does it? I lost my family in Willamette. I'd rather just have them back"
Trent could not think of what to say, so he changed back into his regular clothes before heading out to reunite with his friends.
As the musician walked down the hallway he sees the blonde twin, who had earlier been identified as Amber, who helped T.K. with his show.
"Well, who do we have here?" she tauntingly inquired, "Trent, Total Drama star. I guess you think you're a big man now? Well, I bet nothing about you is particularly big"
Trent only frowned at the suggestive innuendo.
"Or maybe you just don't… ride much"
The musician shrugs her off and walked towards the elevator. Just as Trent pressed the button, it opened up, revealing the other twin.
"The ladies were a little disappointed in your… performance tonight, Trent. But you must get that a lot" the silver twin who had been revealed to be named Crystal added her own innuendo to the musician.
Crystal tauntingly waltzed to Amber and holds her golden twin suggestively as they both smirk at Trent.
"Good night ladies…" Trent only responds as the elevator door closes between them.
As the chamber lifted him, Trent noticed an ad sign displaying a certain medication. It read, "Keep living your life with ZOMBREX, Extended Care, 24 HOURS," After reading the advertisement, Trent resumes focus on the task at hand.
Suddenly, the entire elevator quaked on him. Sparks shoot out on the sudden collision and the musician is knocked back. The impact caused him to slam his head against the chamber wall and briefly losing consciousness.
**Later**
Trent came through from getting knocked out to hear the fire alarm.
"The hell is going on?" He asked himself.
The musician gets up to see the elevator chamber just below the door he needed to break through. He ran over to it and, with all his strength, tries to slowly pry open the door. As more and more of the room in front of him became visible, he hears screaming from all over the halls.
"Oh God, oh God, she got me, she got me…" a wounded man said as he held his neck wound and stumbled in front of Trent's field of vision. Blood poured from the gaping hole in his collar, while screaming people ran past said wounded man as his movements grew slower and slower. Trent watched the chaos as the bitten man slowly turned back at the musician with a fiendish snarl. His bloodshot eyes turned red as the new zombie heads in Trent's direction.
"Good God…" were all the words Trent could muster up as the zombified man slowly approached him. Wasting no more time, Trent tries his hardest to push open the elevator doors enough for him to fit through and make his escape. As he does, the walking corpse stumbles nearer and nearer as time runs short for the musician. Trying to crawl through the cramped opening of the doors, Trent is just inches away from the ravenous zombie. Just before the musician could get back onto his feet, the zombie lunged at him. Fortunately for Trent, another guy, in a state of panic, ran into the undead man. The famished fiend spared no missed opportunity to sink its rotting teeth into the flesh of the unfortunate person. Trent's eyes widen when he stood up and saw the man get disemboweled by the walking dead. Now successfully inside the hallway, he hears the screams of those around him as the famished undead proceeded to slaughter them. Trent was petrified on the horrific scene and almost immobile as more zombies approach him. Unable to think of what to do, a realization popped into his head.
"The others!"
To Be Continued…
A/N: Crossovers aren't usually critically acclaimed, but I certainly hope I can get as much feedback from you as possible.