AN: Hey, guys, DarkShockBro here. Well, here it is; the prologue to this AU TDL2 Peggy Sue story where Kim is the main character instead of the main antagonist. Hopefully this prologue will set the mood up pretty well, and I hope I'll be able to deliver the goods when the competition begins.

All characters in this story belong to CragmiteBlaster, but I am going to put my own sort of spin on his characters to better the themes of this story, and you will see some patterns as the story progresses.

Hope you guys enjoy it!

The sound of a water droplet falling to the floor resonated strongly throughout the hollow prison. Gray bricks adorned the walls of the ramshackle of a jail, with the occasional brown creaky bar in each cell held together by a rusty chain that looked ready to break off at any second. Each cell came complete with bland, seemingly unbreakable metal bars protruding from the floor to the ceiling and an old keyhole attached to the rightmost bar. The ball of light known as the sun was creating reverberating waves of orange light around the western part of the sky, signifying that was currently evening. And although the day seemed beautiful, inside the prison it was anything but.

The cacophonous sound of a shattered bottle soon followed, and the loud cheers of the word 'fight' signified the beginning of one of the prison's many fights. In this particular instance, a tough-looking punk with a dark blue mohawk was facing off against a balding, similarly tough-looking convict, and after the blue haired punk threw the bottle down, the two quickly came to blows.

It seemed like all of the other convicts were ready and able to cheer the fight on with all of their heart, or what was left of them after they broke the law, and the fight, for the standards of prisoners, was quite epic. Kicks to the crotch, biting, and pressure point stabbing were all part of this supposed epic.

However, one particular convict seemed content to sit on the sidelines. This particular convict was female, and she was quite beautiful, with golden-blond hair, large breasts, revealing clothes, lots of jewelry, and a finely toned ass. Clearly, she once had it all.

But now, she sits on the rickety bench with a depressed and angry expression and a light bruise on her neck, tinging what was otherwise one of the closest thing to perfection in a woman, and she has barely moved or talked since her arrest.

A few minutes later, a fairly ordinary looking male guard with brown hair and the same criminal black and white attire that everyone in the prison seemed to wear walked up to the former blonde bombshell with a tray and said, "U-um, ma'am? H-here's your food."

Three pieces of bread and a bottle of water lay on that tray, and through a window, she snatched the plate up without another word. Subsequently, the guard said, "O-OK. Well, h-have a good e-evening, ma'am."

The guard then walked away, and when the former blonde bombshell was certain no one else could hear her, she bitterly mumbled, "Have a good evening, ma'am. Yeah, I'm having such a fantastic time right now, you dick..."

With a hefty sigh, she started walking, with just a bit of a limp, her way towards the window. Then, she quickly ate the actually decent pieces of bread and drank her third bottle of water of the day.

Once she was done with the meal, she sighed, shook her head, and said, "I knew it was too good to be true. Putting on that facade, getting away from the scummy parts of life... I had everything. But noooo, my prior experiences had to ruin it!"

She groaned, clearly exasperated. "And now I'm here; back with nothing. 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'... yeah, right. Besides, love is just a painful, stupid illusion anyways."

With another hefty sigh, she continued. "It was that note... ugh, anger makes you so stupid. I knew those morons couldn't take the real me. Why would they? When I got exposed, none of them bothered to say 'hey, what made you this way', or 'why did you do that?' This world just sucks, plain and simple. You've gotta conform to their standards in order to make it anywhere, and when you do, you hide who you truly are. Pft, as if anyone cares about me now. They just know me as the bitch who wrote racist notes towards that Indian Nigger... gah! She pisses me off so much... and that crazy chink too... what was with those people? Isn't anyone sane?"

The former blonde bombshell sighed. "I guess this is it... again. But, just maybe... it would be really nice if I had the chance to do it over... to make sure I'm right in saying that the world couldn't handle me."

With those words, a star in Kim's vision started getting noticeably brighter, causing the former blonde bombshell to cock her head. "Huh? What was that?"

Unfortunately for her, the star wasn't getting brighter, rather, it was getting closer to her. However, instead of panicking, the former blonde bombshell sighed. "I figured as much. Apparently, 'karma' doesn't want me to live anymore. Such bullshi-"

Before she could finish that sentence, however, she was interrupted by a rather deep voice saying, "Kim Sarah Rosefelt, I presume?"

Not only did the star seem to disappear, but when she turned around, she saw a very mysterious figure. Most of his body, including most of his face, were covered in gray and black rags, and yet he still had a very elegant black tophat perched on his head, most likely to hide the fact that he now has no hair.

The former blonde bombshell was, naturally, rather flustered at this sudden turn of events, and incredulously asked, "Wha-huh?! Alright, who are you, how did you get in my cell, and how do you know my name?!"

The old man stayed completely stoic through the anger of the girl, now revealed as Kim, and responded, "I will answer your questions one at a time. First and foremost, my name is an enigma, but you may call me Father Time, if you are so inclined. Second, the answer to that question is irrelevant. I am here in your cell now, and that is all that matters. And finally, I know your name because I have seen your performance in Total Drama Letterama, I believe it was called? But all of that is irrelevant. I am here because I heard your wish to... do the show over, as it were."

Kim's eyes narrowed, and her mouth twisted into a sort of smirk. "I'm listening."

Father Time cleared his throat. "I can open a portal that will take you back to the beginning of Total Drama Letterama, but no further back than that. However, I do have a few conditions before I open the portal."

The former blonde bombshell was shocked. "Y-you can do that? Alright, name them!"

Father Time nodded. "As you wish. First and foremost, you cannot quit. If you do, I will teleport you back here instantly, and nothing will change. Second, and most importantly, all of the other campers will have no memories, and you will be the only one who knows how the game previously went. And while that may make you happy, such power does come with a price. If you were to push your luck, others may push back, and you will not receive a third chance."

Kim involuntarily shuddered at Father Time's final sentence, but nonetheless cleared her throat, gave a firm nod, and said, "Alright. I... I can't live like this again."

Father Time nodded. "Very well."

He snapped his fingers and a multicolored swirling disk appeared before Kim. "This portal will restore you to who you once were before all of this took place. This is your second chance. I trust you will not squander it."

With a nod, Kim wheeled her way to the portal. But, before she went, she said, "One more thing. ...Why are you doing this for me?"

Father Time smiled. "You shall soon see. Now, if you are so inclined, your second chance is waiting."

The former blonde bombshell gulped, but nonetheless entered the swirly gates.

And after a few more seconds of getting sucked through the portal, she was plopped back on the boat where it all began...