This is possibly my most disturbing fic yet. This story will probably put you off eating for a while. Ironically, this fic was inspired by the large quantity of Easter eggs I have eaten over the past few weeks and I still have five more eggs left. So if you still have Easter eggs to eat, I'd recommend eating all of them before reading this fic. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

DISCLAIMER: Total Drama would be unsuitable for children if I owned it. Also, I don't hold any responsibility whatsoever from any injury or mental illness you may sustain as a result of reading this fic.

Owen was rummaging through the kitchen at Playa des Losers looking for something to eat. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing edible in the kitchen. Owen sighed and burst into tears as Chef barged into the kitchen.

"YO GLUTTON, WOTCHA DOIN' IN MAH KITCHEN?!" Chef bellowed. Owen pulled the cook close and cried on his shoulder.

"THERE'S NO FOOD!" Owen wailed.

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU ATE EVERYTHING!" Chef roared. Owen ignored him and continued sobbing as he picked Chef up and slide the cook head first down his throat. Owen swallowed Chef Hatchet whole and burped out the cook's baker hat. Alejandro stood at the doorway, watching this in sheer horror.

"OWEN!" Alejandro spluttered. "DO YOU EVEN REALISE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, YOU SICK BASTARD?!"

"I was hungry!" Owen protested.

"Yeah, well now I don't know if I'll be able to eat again!" Alejandro hissed. "I'm alerting the RCMP!" He marched off in search of a telephone. Sure he hated Chef Hatchet with a passion but the Spaniard was in no way comfortable being on the same island as a cannibal. Speaking of which, Alejandro found himself being scooped up and swallowed whole.

Unsurprisingly, it was Owen that ate Alejandro. He did not eat Alejandro just because Alejandro was going to rat him out to the authorities. Even after eating Chef, Owen was still hungry.

As a matter of fact, the big lovable oaf was still hungry. He left the kitchen in search of more food to eat.

Sadly, there was no more non-taboo food left on the island.

"Alejandro? ALEJANDRO?! UGH, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

Bridgette and Geoff and Mike and Zoey were hanging out in the hot tub by the pool. Geoff and Mike were talking about sports while Zoey and Bridgette were sitting at the other end of the hot tub having girl talk. However, the two couples couldn't help but notice Heather pacing around the patio calling out for Alejandro. Heather sighed relentlessly and marched up to the hot tub.

"Have any of you freaks seen Alejandro?!" Heather demanded.

"Why, because you want to shift him?" Geoff jeered.

"Get bent!" sneered Heather. "I just want to know where he is!"

"I'm sure you have his number," said Zoey, rolling her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me!" snapped Heather. "What Alejandro and I do is none of your business!"

"As long as it doesn't involve sabotaging other people!" Mike snapped back, angry that Heather snapped at his girlfriend.

"Whatever!" huffed Heather. "The jerk won't answer his phone!"

"Maybe he was only using you for personal gain as he does with everyone else on the show," said Bridgette, remembering the day Alejandro tricked her and got her tongue stuck to a pole in the Yukon.

"Shut up!" hissed Heather. "Maybe the battery's dead! He probably forgot to charge his phone or something!" All of a sudden, she was lifted up into the air and stuffed down Owen's throat.

"Or maybe he was eaten by Owen," said a startled Mike.

Owen laughed nervously. "Sorry about that," he sheepishly replied. "I was hungry and there's no food left."

"There's no food left?" a shocked Bridgette asked.

"What are we going to do?" asked Zoey.

"I dunno," said Owen. "But I'm still hungry."

"Oh, well Bridge and I have some stuff to do and I'm pretty sure that Zoey and Mike have stuff to do as well so…. Later!" Geoff jumped up, grabbed Bridgette by the wrist and ran off, followed by Mike and Zoey. These people were Owen's friends, but giving in to his eternal hunger once again, the beast followed the group in hot pursuit.

Well there you have it; the outset of a possible successor to the Meiwes case in Germany. Owen is bisexual after all; well at least I think he is anyway. I know there are plenty of stories that I have written where Owen has eaten someone, but this one takes Owen's cannibalistic tendencies to a whole new level. If you were offended or disturbed (or both) by the content of this chapter, well... the next few chapters may as well leave you permanently mute. Well I'd better wrap this up because dinner's ready at my house.

Until next time!