I have no doubt that my theory on this will be totally, and absolutely wrong. I know because- let's face it, Total Drama is a cartoon. They're not going to do anything that will change the character's life forever. (Except the relationships that are built, and Heather's hair back in season 1.)

So, I'm going to put the theory into a story, and if you don't understand it- I'll explain in at the end.

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Disclaimer: I do not own TD.

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I was the original.

I guess that during my time in juvie, I developed PMD. I couldn't help it. The cell they kept me in, sure, it was just like every other cell at juvie. Cold, metal, a door that's slam was suppose to scare you straight, a toilet with no doors, and two 'beds' all to myself.

Normally, you had a cellmate, but the officers had deemed me "too dangerous" to have company. (And right they were.)
It would be their fault that Mike existed.
Maybe mine too- Ugh. That idiot's kindness might be rubbing off on me.

I had started to talking to myself, about a week after the moving of my fifth cellmate, some older kid trying to grow a Mohawk.

And he was so annoying about it too, after the second time I told him to shut up and never talk about it again, I ripped out his pitiful tuft of hair in the middle of the night. Which had been very fun to do- one of the many counts I had been in for was Vandalism and Assault.

I'm getting off track.

The process in Mike's creation was very slow, and very accidental.
It started as just a way to break the silence in my cell.

Within months, I would have full conversations with myself, imagining how I could react in some situation as a person I was not. And I eventually gave this parallel me a name.

I called him Mike. Short and simple.

Mike actually hated my little home, my cell, juvie. He constantly hammered on about how he wanted to see something other than the sky and the sun. He was so determined to get out of the concrete walls I called home try to get off for good behavior- and I constant told him, "Why? And then what? Where could we go to, Mike? There is no where for us."

My parents died in fire a long time ago. A fire that I set. Daddy tried to hurt me. He burned and screamed. I don't care about them or that anymore. I just went on. I was alone on the streets since then. I shoplifted stores and gas stations With knives and guns. I ran with hoodlums, and took Mohawk on his run too. (A "run" was just shoplifting some common grocery store.)

It was about my hundredth run when I got cornered in a dark alley, and Mohawk was brought in about two weeks later. It was by that time that I was the leader of our band of thugs, and they were so clumsy after I got caught. (Hence, Mohawk was caught not even a month after me.)

That would be a key reason why the circles under my eyes appeared, I didn't care about sleep, I would talk with Mike until I fell asleep.

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Just a cycle went by, day by day. I controlled the lesser Juvie kids, had them fetch whatever I needed, beat up whoever I wanted, and bring me something their parents left for them, then slowly, ever so slowly break it in front of the owner. And extended my time there, I loved being there.

I always loved breaking things. See the shreds of one's beloved possession in my hands. So fun and amusing it was.

Then I would go back to my cell, and begin talking to Mike, telling him about how my acts went, and him commonly saying something about him hating it at juvie.

Such a stupid boy.

I should have caught it though- the determination he had to get out. I could have just stopped talking to him, but it was a habit I could not live without by then. (Like smoking, at one point, which I was also in for.)

Mike eventually became- well, me. I was shoved back into my own subconsciousness. He had too much pride, power (his abs, which I gained through my free time.), frustration, and determination. Not to mention a need to see the outside. He was a make-shift persona, too much emotion, in general.

He got his MPD from me, and dished out his over-emotions into other personas, his pride and power became Vito, his determination: Svetlana, his frustration; Chester, his exporation to Manitoba, and his cruelness unto I. With cruelty, came my loving plans and malicious ideas.

To give you an idea of my timeline, I was seven when my parents died, and I was sent to Juvie when I was twelve. That was at least five years ago, and Mike took control and got out for good behavior within three of those years, the rest were spent living with his Uncle.

I've been watching his personas since then, learning their weaknesses and flaws.

This new season, bringing back the favorites, is my chance.

That's the witty Aussie I hear flying down now, and they're quaking in terror. And they should be.

I'll need to thank Scott.

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So! My theory is that Mal was actually the original, and since Duncan stated him as really bad as such, I figured that he would have been In juvie for a lot of things. I couldn't see why Mike would go to Juvie, so I theorized that Mal was the original.

I literally let this write itself, so It's not my best work.

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I posted this on 10/16/13, the episode where we found out a little more about Mal was premiered in the US on 10/22/13, the places I have underlined represent the parts I was right or was mentioned in the episode.