Disclaimer: All rights belong to Teletoon ©, Cartoon Network ©, Fresh TV © and the creators of Total Drama. No profit is being made in the making of the fanfiction. This fan-fiction contains scenes of extreme stunts performed by fan-made teens. Do not try any of what you see here at song. Seriously, you could get reaaally messed up
Rating: PG. There may be some content in this story that is not appropriate for younger children. However, there is nothing here they wouldn't say on Total Drama.
Quick Summary: Two years after "Total Drama World Tour" finished airing, Chris McLean has seemingly lost the fame that he adored. In an attempt to be famous again, Chris has recruited twenty-three badly mismatched teenagers, Chef Hatchet, some interns, a couple cameramen and a special surprise and has rented Camp Wawanakwa once again. Competing in camp-themed challenges, the twenty-three teenagers will be judged by their peers until there is only one teen left. The last camper standing will be the winner of C$100,000.
Chapter One, Part One: "Pilot"
Once the screen faded in, a familiar campground was seen. This campground had beautiful green pine trees, with strong brown trunks. The lake that surrounded the island had crystal-clear water, which led to a large, shabby wooden dock. The dock was several shades of brown, and the nails used to put together were rusty and worn out. To the right side of the dock, there was a green sign which read "CAMP WAWANAKWA". On an elevated, yet rocky section of the island, there were four large objects. They were easily identified as two cabins, a large white air-stream and a large triangular structure with wide green windows. All of these structures, except the air-stream, had wooden stairs leading to them. Another smaller building, looking similar to a tool shed, stood about fifty feet away from the triangular structure.
The cameraman, holding the camera, zoomed in on the dock. Seemingly out of nowhere, a middle-aged man sporting rather long dark hair with grey streaks in it and a stubble appeared. The man was wearing long, khaki pants and a dark blue shirt, with a long-sleeved light grey shirt beneath it. On his neck, there was a seashell necklace and on his feet, he wore white sneakers, with some grey near the shoelaces. This man was easily recognizable as Newfoundlander Chris McLean.
Formerly, he had hosted the Gemmie Award-winning reality shows, Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action and Total Drama World Tour. He had also been the central point of a documentary starring himself, appropriately named McLean: Through the Smile. Following his script, the vain host took his position in front of the camera, flashing a white smile. The island's resident lake glistens behind him in the sunshine as he prepares to speak.
Chris McLean cleared his throat, "Welcome one and all to Total Drama: Island of the Challenges! Who am I you might ask? Well, first off, you shouldn't be asking. But I'm your dashing, ravishing, elegant host – Christopher Alexander McLean! It is a pleasure to be back on Total Drama, and I'm sure you will be satisfied with this season. For this season, we have gathered up some teenagers with ages ranging from sixteen to seventeen and will put them in this camp called Camp Wawanakwa! They will be spending their eight weeks of summer vacay right here, competing in extreme challenges to end up being judged by their peers. At the end, only one will be left standing and that chosen one will be the winner of 100,000 dollars.
Chris then walked up a small, sandy ramp leading up to a small area as loons called in the background. This small area had red soil, as well as twenty-three tree stumps to sit on. In front of the tree stumps, there was an old, rusty oil drum with twenty-three wooden sticks on top of it. Besides the sticks, there was a plastic bag filled with marshmallows. Chris ripped through the plastic of the bag and took out one marshmallow, chucking it into his mouth swiftly.
"These very marshmallows are usually considered the sweetestpart of camping, both literally and… uh, non-literally. However, here on Total Drama, they represent life on the show. Each day at a Campfire Ceremony, I shall hand out marshmallows one-by-one. If you do not receive a marshmallow, your time on this show is dead. The contestant who is voted off each week will shamefully walk, jog, run or sob down the Dock of Shame and board the Boat of Losers where you will think about what made your buddies vote you off," Chris sadistically chuckled.
Chris was then handed a picture nailed on a wooden board. On the picture there was an ordinary old red boat, coughing and puffing smoke. The self-proclaimed 'host with the most' began walking back towards the wooden dock seen previously. As he stepped on it, the dock slowly creaked.
Chris pointed at the dock with one of his index fingers, "This thing right here is the Dock of Shame.
"Over the next twenty weeks, the eighteen teenagers I previously mentioned will be driven by competition to compete in extreme, camp-related challenges. These teens have nothing in common except one goal: to become the newest millionaire on the face of the Earth," Chris explained.
"If they survive the elimination process, it's gonna be one heck of a summer vacay that these competitors will remember for the rest of their lives."
"You can definitely say that these teens are in for some 'total drama', so put your popcorn in the microwave, make yourself comfy and stay near your TV, because the premiere of 'Island of the Challenges' is up next, right here, right now!" Chris exclaimed, with a proud smile on his face.
After a brief pause, Chris turned to the camera, winked and added, "I've still got it."
Once the show came back from its theme song sung by Voodoo Highway, a black and green feathered loon, with vibrant red eyes and bright pink lips was seen swimming in the seemingly peaceful water of Lake Wawanakwa. A large scream was suddenly heard in the background as a blue shark came into the camera's view, running over the loon. Inside the shark's open mouth was a well-built male with long, light auburn hair. [1] The male wore a sleeveless white shirt and jeans.
"Whoo-hoo-hoo!" the male excitedly hollered, hopping off the shark's mouth onto the Dock of Shame. The male subsequently pulled out a steak out of his back pocket and tossed it into the shark's mouth.
Chris' jaw dropped and he began to ramble, "What the—how did you do—and that steak?"
"Easiest trick in the book, my lovable host. Just trick the shark into becoming shark bait," the male enthused, winking at Chris.
Chris squinted his eyes, "Gee, that was a nice explanation… not. Now, Tom, go stand at the end of the dock and wait for your fellow contestants to get here, capisce?"
"Sure thing," Tom nodded before walking to the end of the Dock of Shame.
A couple of seconds later, another large, white yatcht with a gold-coloured railing parked itself near the dock. A rather short, skinny male with gelled black hair and a soul patch using an argyle sweater stepped out of the boat.
"Chad! Welcome to Wawanakwa, my man!" Chris enthused, introducing the newly arrived contestant to the viewers.
In response, Chad simply frowned and then jerked a finger at Tom. "Why did he arrive before me, Chris? Is he trying to steal my thunder or something?"
"Hey, you! Auburn hair!"
Confused, Tom turned towards Chad arched an eyebrow.
"You think you're cool trying to steal my spotlight, right!" Chad snapped.
"Uhhh, no?"
"Right, whatever," Chad rolled his eyes, before clapping his hands together twice and adding, "Production crew, bring me some chai tea. And bring it quickly, please."
Chris tapped Chad's shoulder, "Dude, I suggest you shut up and park your butt at the end of the dock down there, 'cause everyone in the Total Drama fandom knows that I'm the center of attention here. Me, Chris McLean. Oh, and by the way, the production crew only answers to moi."
As Chris basked in his glory, a new boat arrived, containing a brunette of medium height. The brown-haired beauty wore a pink tank top with daisy duke shorts.
"Yo! Tiffan-ay! Enjoying your one-second stay on the island thus far?" Chris chuckled.
Upon seeing that Tiffany had not budged, Tom frowned. "Uh, dude, did she have a heart attack or something? She ain't movin'."
"What is wrong with you?" a disgusted Chad asked, beginning to wave his hand in front of Tiffany's face.
"Oh, nothing. Just waiting for my welcoming orchestra," Tiffany giggled, earning many awkward glares from the two other contestants and Chris.
"Riiiiiiight," Chris frowned. "Up next is Brooke! Our, so to speak, 'hot nerd'."
Several seconds later, another white yatcht arrived at the Dock of Shame. A tall female, wearing a burgundy blouse and a black skirt stepped off the boat. She was holding a softcover book in her hand, whose cover read To Slaughter a Hummingbird [2]. The female politely waved.
"Hey guys, it's great to be here."
Tiffany furrowed her eyebrows, "You read… in the summer?"
Brooke gave Tiffany an awkward nod, "Yeah, and?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess. Can I see your book?" Tiffany beamed, approaching Brooke.
"Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out," Brooke shrugged.
Unfortunately, Tiffany stumbled over a rusty nail and tripped onto Brooke, knocking the book out of her hand and into Lake Wawanakwa, where it was soon snatched by a mysterious purple tentacle.
An annoyed Brooke rolled her eyes, "Idiot."
Scarcely five seconds after, a new boat steered near the wooden dock, dropping off a partly overweight male with short brown hair. The male wore an expensive Cashmere sweater, coupled by designer jeans.
"Yo, Ron! Ronny-Maroony, what's hangin', bro?" Chris laughed.
"Nothing much," Ron coolly replied, adjusting his pricey sweater.
Ron then noticed Tiffany & Brooke at the end of the dock, and began walking towards them.
With a click of his tongue and a sly wink, Ron proceeded to speak.
"Hey, ladies. How's it going on this lovely day?"
"No, no, no. Stop it right there. I know your type," Brooke frowned, placing her hand a short distance away from Ron's face, silencing his flirting.
Shortly after, another vast, white boat arrived and for a few seconds no one appeared until a female sporting a fedora hat over her long, un-ruly hair suddenly backflipped off the top of the boat onto the Dock of Shame. The female removed her checkered vest and threw it on the ground, pumping a fist into the air.
"Catherine, how you doin'? Haven't seen you since your… uhm, interesting audition," Chris cringed, remembering how Coraline had proven her strong stomach by eating worms in her audition tape.
"It's so great to be here in this camp!" Coraline enthused. "Whooo-hoo-hoo!"
"I feel like a million bucks, baby!" she cheered.
"Well, isn't that pleasant?" Chris sarcastically interrupted, quickly covering Coraline's mouth who continued to ramble behind Chris' hand.
Another boat arrived at the island shortly after. A rather tall, dark-skinned, red-headed male came off the boat with a skateboard, doing a boardslide using the boat's golden rails. The male wore a creamy white t-shirt, blue jeans, dark blue sneakers and sported dreadlocks.
"What's up, dudes?" he cheerfully asked.
"Yo, Hugo! Glad to see you made it, buddy," Chris greeted the new contestant.
"Sweet camp, dude," Hugo told Chris, pointing at Camp Wawanakwa.
"Thanks, man. We try," Chris responded, with a smug grin on his face.
As another boat arrived, loud crying noises were heard. Once the boat docked, a muscular African-American girl stormed off the boat, weeping. The female wore a white track jacket matched with white track pants.
"Trish, what's rollin', brah? Other than those tears down your eyes," Chris joked as a rim shot played in the background for special effect.
"What happened to you? Did your mother not give you a goodbye kiss or something?" Chad scowled, mocking Trish's behaviour.
"What did you just say?" Trish roared, before picking up the scrawny Chad and throwing him into the freezing waters of Lake Wawanakwa without breaking a sweat.
"Ahhhh!"
Chad then emerged, chattering violently. "Ugh! My hair!"
"Do not mention my mother. Got it?" Trish snapped.
"Touchy," Chad whispered, climbing back onto the Dock of Shame.
"And here comes not-as-famous-as-me-because-she-is-not-famous-at-all, Kathie!" Chris announced, jerking his thumb to another yacht which was making its way towards the island.
"Hey, Chris! You didn't make a mistake by putting me on the show. I'm about to show exactly why. Check some of this action out, boo-yah!" Kathie, a female with dark brown hair and clear eyes confidently spoke, standing at the edge of her boat.
Kathie then took a step backwards and removed her blue flannel jacket, tossing it at the island's sandy shore. She then front-flipped off the yatcht, but instead of landing on her feet, she landed back-first onto the Dock of Shame, creating a large hole where she landed.
"Yeeeeeeeeowwww!" Kathie yelped, full of pain.
"Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark," Chris winced.
Shortly after, another boat arrived with a male who had long, dark hair. The male wore a sleeveless red shirt and black sweatpants. Once the boat's ramp lowered, the male walked off the boat with a scowl.
"Welcome, bro!" Chris enthused.
"Yeah, no," Charlie frowned, putting Chris' hand down. "Now, I have a message for my fellow contestants. We might not always see eye-to-eye, but I would like to tell you that I already have enough friends and enough—"
"Enough $0.20 haircuts?" Chad chimed in, interrupting.
"Excuse me?" Charlie yelled.
"I'm just saying. Your haircut looks like a dead rat," Chad nonchalantly commented, looking down at his nails.
"Ooooo, drama. Love it," Chris grinned.
"Listen up, pipsqueak. I do not like when people interrupt me. Alright? So unless you want to end up on life support, I suggest you shutup!" Charlie screamed, getting up in Chad's face.
"Harsh," Brooke whispered to Tom.
A different boat came into the camera's view in a matter of seconds, crashing into the Dock of Shame.
"Yeah, we're gonna need to repair that," Chris stated, noticing the damage that had been employed on the Dock of Shame during the contestants' arrivals.
A noticeably pale female, with red highlights in her long, black hair stepped out of the boat.
"Greetings, Janice," Chris smirked, awaiting Janice's reaction.
Instead, she just began observing the contestants that had arrived with a dry smirk painted on her face.
After a brief moment of silence, Ron spoke up. "What? Is there something in my teeth?"
"This should be easy," Janice finally said to herself, before walking to the end of the dock and setting down her duffel bag.
Another large boat soon appeared, with a short, skeleton-thin male on it. The male wore formal clothes, and as soon as the contestants could see him better, they noticed that he was taking photos of practically everything with a camera. After the yacht's ramp lowered, Rodney tripped on a small pebble, rolling down the ramp and hitting his chest hard on the dock.
"Speaking of idiots, here we have Rodney!" Chris chuckled.
"We were talking about idiots?" Tom queried.
"Hey! It's awesome to see you all!" Rodney excitedly remarked, brushing himself off and then proceeding to snap pictures of his fellow contestants.
"Finally someone knows what they're doing!" Tiffany cried, striking a pose in front of Rodney. However, Rodney instead moved on to Janice.
"You'd better take that thing off my face," she threatened him, making a throat-slashing motion.
"Hah! What a dork," Ron mocked, laughing at Rodney.
Another boat parked itself near Camp Wawanakwa, and this time, an attractive, raven-haired female stepped out. She was wearing a hot-pink jacket which covered her top, a black skirt and shiny red shoes.
"Introducing… Brenda!"
Before Brenda could respond to Chris' greeting, Ron ran over to her side.
"May I protect you in case something bad happens?" he asked her, winking flirtatiously.
"He can't even flirt with a girl and he thinks he can protect her?" Janice teased, as Brooke agreed with a silent nod..
"Guess I won't be falling for that player's tricks," Brenda frowned, walking over to Janice's side. "That's a nice hair-do."
"Sure, whatever," Janice grimaced, awaiting the next boat impatiently.
The contestants all waited until a new boat made its way through the lake to the island. A blonde girl, wearing a dark red turtleneck sweater and black denim pants made her way out of the boat, with an annoyed look on her face.
"This dump is where we're staying?" she asked, flabbergasted.
"Yo-o-o-o, Santana," Chris drawled. "Hope you don't mind staying here after your audition tape."
"Just get me back to my house," Santana replied, glaring at the contestants.
"I'm sorry, but that's not possible. Actually, I'm not sorry, but you still can't go back," Chris told Santana.
With a sigh, Santana joined the other contestants.
"I love this soooo much, I could just give it a big, fat hug," Santana sarcastically said, frowning.
"I know, right?" Hugo agreed, oblivious to Santana's sarcasm.
"Dude, she was being sarcastic, you know?" Tom informed as Chad smacked his own head.
In a matter of seconds, another boat arrived at the island. A muscular, cacuasian male walked off the boat, adjusting his blue letter jacket.
Upon exiting the yatcht, he turned around and pointed at the back of his letter jacket with the name "DERRELL" spelled out on it.
"The name's Derrell. And it's great to be here in this… hell… hole."
"Suck it up, Derrell. After all you will be staying here for the next eight weeks or so," Chris rolled his eyes.
"Are you freaking kidding me?" Derrell cried, angrily throwing his sport bags down.
"Nope, you should've read the application form. Now, instead of hogging up my camera time, can you walk to the end of the Dock of Shame and meet your fellow contestants?" Chris asked.
"Eugh, sure," Derrell conceded, throwing his belongings on top of Tom.
"Owwww! What the heck, man?" Tom yelped, removing Derrell's heavy baggage of his body.
A boat soon appeared again and a young female stepped out of it, smiling brightly. She was wearing a pink shirt with a peace sign on it; a pink chrysanthemum in her hair and she was holding a flower basket.
"So, Ron already sent some flowers for you, eh Lily?" Chris pointed out, chuckling a tad.
"Who's Ron?" Lily asked, while Ron frowned at Chris' joke.
Lily then walked towards thee other contestants, and began making her way towards Janice. Pulling out a red flower out of her basket, she began to speak.
"This flower would look totally rad on your hair."
"Oh, Jesus, why is everyone obsessed with my hair?" Janice sighed, as Lily inched closer to her.
As Lily tried to put the flower on Janice's hair, Janice slapped the flower out of Lily's hand and then stomped on it with her high-heel boots.
"Never try to do that again, understood?" Janice scoffed.
Lily then began to sob loudly, "That was a rare flower only found from where I come from!"
Rodney put his hand on Lily's shoulder.
"We both just learned to stay away from that witch."
"Make that three of us," Tom agreed.
After a few seconds of silence, another boat honked its way towards the island, dropping off another male. He wore oxford shoes and a long, elegant black coat over a loose-fitting white shirt.
"And here we have Kyle, the island's resident da—"
"Resident dare," Kyle quickly interrupted Chris, ashamed of his dancing sklls.
Ron cocked an eyebrow, "'Resident dare' doesn't make any sense, bro."
"Where I come from, it makes a whole lotta sense," Kyle lied.
"Weirdo," Chad muttered under his breath.
About fifteen seconds later, another luxurious boat stationed itself by the Dock of Shame. A partly overweight female with ginger hair strutted out of the boat. She wore a yellow blouse with butterflies designed on t, along with a pink skirt and black shoes.
"Hey, Sneice! Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa. I'm sure it's nothing like your private island back at home, since of course, this one is better," Chris winked.
"Does this island have a five-star hotel? A spa, maybe?" Sneice curiously asked.
"Uhhhh, no. But it has a mess hall," Chris beamed.
"Well, this island stinks then," Sneice stated, raising her nose snobbishly.
"Yeah? Well, go on a diet, fatso," Chris shot back, annoyed.
Ron walked up to Sneice and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Don't mind Chris, babe. Say, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
"Eww. Back off, you skeeze," Sneice frowned, disgusted by Ron's flirty attitude.
"Very suave, Ron!" Chad hollered from a distance, smirking.
"More drama! Love it, guys. And since we're talking about drama, this next competitor will surely bring a ton of drama with him. He is none other than Evan!" Chris announced.
When the next boat arrived, a male sporting a black beret and a black scarf over his head and shirts respectively stepped out of the boat, with a confident smirk on his face.
"Evan! Good to see you, pal," Chris smiled.
"It's good to see you too, Chris," Evan grinned, fist-bumping Chris.
Evan then eyed the other contestants and shrugged. "As good as stunt doubles can be, I guess."
"Hey!" Kyle furiously protested.
"Now that I think about it, you guys could be pretty good actors for a film… about losers," Evan taunted.
"I see you're into films," Rodney said, studying Evan's clothes.
"You must be into photos as well, I imagine. We could totally rock a photographic film together, right?"
"Heck no. Photos are for losers," Evan scoffed, dismissing Rodney and walking to the end of the dock.
Another yatcht docked shortly afterwards and a rather handsome male stepped out of it. He had long, black hair with blond highlights and wore Aviator-esque sunglasses over his eyes. On his body, he wore a sleeveless black shirt, displaying his tanned muscles, short blue jeans and Converse shoes.
"Oh my Gosh! It's that model from that one T.V. sow!" Sneice squealed.
"Yeah, that's me," Felix grinned, shooting Sneice a wink.
"Finally someone who's half-decent around here," Evan smiled.
"Looks like we've got our first romance already," Chris winked, teasing Felix and Evan, as some other contestants joined in, wolf-whistling.
"Well, with that, we've got all our unlucky contestants!" Chris exclaimed.
Suddenly, someone tapped Chris' back. Once Chris turned around, he saw a petite female, carrying a moose-shaped plastic purse and wearing a dark green jacket, a black top, and a silver plaid skirt.
"Excuse me, sir. But you forgot about me. Elena?" the girl asked, waving her moose-shaped purse in Chris' face.
"Are you a new… intern or something?" Chris asked her, squinting his eyes in an annoyed manner.
"I'm Elena, remember? The girl that you promised to choose only if she stopped sending you her audition tape over and over again?"
"Oh, right," Chris awkwardly remembered, shoving her into Tom.
"Now that we've got everyone, it's time to parody our first season with a photo on the Dock of Shame!" Chris pointed out, getting a camera out of his back pocket.
"You're using that dinosaur?" Rodney asked, surprised by Chris' old machine.
"Fine, forget the parody," Chris frowned.