Hello everyone! BlackSirens here and I have come to this amazing website with my first story, "Mal, the Forgotten". This story is something I've wanted to do for a long time. I really love all Mike's personalities and I think Mal has the most drama around him.

DISclaimer: I do NOT own Mike from "Total Drama", or any of his personalities. They are also not sponsored although I do recommend watching the amazing show, "Total Drama". You instantly get captivated by the amazing plot, humor, and eye catching character personalities (No pun intended for Mike) and designs.

Thanks To: My family and friends are the main people that convince me to turn my creative passion into writing. Especially my best friend (Not mentioning names). We get together every weekend to talk about/and or do fanfiction and watch "Total Drama". Thanks! :), and I love all the people who support me!

Note: I am here to write about what I like, and people have different tastes in stories. If you don't like what you are reading, please don't waste your time here. Also, if you dislike the story, just leave. You don't have to leave a hateful comment. If you do, I don't let stuff like that get to me, but I don't want you feeling bad after you sent it. Just keep your mouth shut! (JK :D) And enjoy my story, "Mal, the Forgotten".

Title Drops: Every chapter, I will DROP that title into the story. The title will be underlined every time. So keep an eye out for it! ;)

Chapter 1- "Unwanted"

People can be forgotten, right? People can be forgotten like they never mattered at all. I've been through all of this. I've been ridiculed for something that I do not have control of. I've been tossed aside from people that I love so much… All for what? A giant mistake. A mistake I can't stop regretting. I couldn't be more sorry to the people that I have hurt from this. I… am unwanted.

My story starts 6 years ago. I was 10 years old, and very damaged. Very… very damaged…

"We've been over the rules, right mate?" Manitoba says before me, pacing. Of course I know the rules, I just break them way too much. Maybe if I didn't I wouldn't be talked to over, and OVER. "Yes Manitoba, I know the rules." I reply. He raises an eyebrow. "Why should I believe that mate!? You lie like a kid stealing candy from a candy store!" I look down for I know he is right. Every single time Manitoba asks me if I will break the rules, I say 'No of course not!' Then what do I do? Go and break them.

"No more fooling around Mal! I want you to restate them to me. Go on." He says, while giving me a hand cue to talk. "Don't take over Mike's body in school. If I do take over at school, don't say ANYTHING. If I do talk, don't ever never ever never ever in A MILLION years, say something rude." I say.

Manitoba nods at me, praising my memory on the three rules of my life since I was 8. "Good job mate. Look, you are the only one who can take over Mike without a trigger! And it sure doesn't help with your temper." As he says this, my blood starts to boil.

"I get it. I do." I say while gritting through my teeth. He nods and walks out of the room to go to the kitchen I suppose. I guess everyone else is awake already, to eat breakfast. I never really like to join them. We used to talk about fun things when I was little, well, little-ER. Like who had the longest tongue, or how was the day going, or what could we draw later that day to put on the fridge. Now whenever I join them, it's "Are you behaving?" and "He needs to be restrained with going out in the real world." Well excuse me for wanting to have my own body and not be some puppet in a kid's head.

It's not just that though. I like Mike. I like them, no, I love them. I came into this pink world with terror in my eyes. I didn't know who I was or what I was there for… but then Mike, with his bright smile, extended a hand for me. I took it, and automatically felt embraced by the love. I was the second one to come, after Chester. Then one by one they all came, extending our family. Extending our love.

I hear laughing, all of a sudden. From the others? Yes. I get up off of my bed and peer through the hallway to see the kitchen, and to see the others laughing and joking. Oh how I want to join. I really want to walk in and crack a couple jokes and have my family upbeat and laughing happily. WITH me….

I feel my left foot leading my body, as I start to walk. What!? No! I don't want to do this. I just want to eat my breakfast after everyone like I usually do!

But it's too late. I feel myself standing in the doorway as I am not the center of attention for Manitoba, Vito, Svetlana, and Chester. I awkwardly take a step to my old seat, where no one has sat in for breakfast for at least three or four weeks. I plop myself down, and look around at everyone staring at me. Vito was in mid chew before swallowing to say, "Mal? Dude, uh, you're here?" I reply with a, "Yup." Then the room falls silent again. I decide to keep my eyes on my bowl I just grabbed from the middle of the table, as my hand grips the cereal.

Svetlana coughs, clearing her throat. "Vell, Mal? How are you?" She says as I am pouring my cereal and milk. "I am fine." I blurt out as I take a bite. This is what I was afraid of. The room falls silent once again and I feel like I can't even talk. I stand up, with my bowl. "Why did I even do this?" I say while walking to my room to shut the door back up, the way I like it.

I sit there in my room with the now empty bowl on my desk. I guess it's around 10:30, so that means Mike is in math right now. I wish I could go to school. I know, sounds dumb but I really do want and education. I want to learn and listen to a teacher talk about algebra for years- okay Mal STOP! You are officially turning into an alpha-geek.

I don't hear any more talking so I head out of my room and into the mirror room, but before I put my hand on the doorknob, I see a note on the door. I read it out loud. "Don't even think about it Mal." Are you kidding Manitoba? I am so sick of this. I won't I won't! Okay, maybe. I open the door to an empty room, with the mirror through Mike's eyes staring back at me. I sit three inches in front of it, just to watch. I see Mike's paper and his desk. Nothing else to look at. I guess he is working on a math paper. I see 67+23. It's 90. Okay, I'll admit it. I'm smart.

I think this happened around the age of 7. I wanted to learn so much so I secretly stole Mike's homework to work on it, and I would take over in math class just to listen. Thinking of this made me break into a laugh to myself. I focus all my attention into the desire to learn once again, as my eyes gaze at the mirror. "That's 86 Mike." I say to myself for the next question, although obviously he can't hear me. "23, 47, 120…" I keep stating all the answers.

But that's when I hear it. I hear a kid laughing. Laughing at what? Mike's vision goes to two kids whispering and pointing at the mirror. That means they are pointing at HIM! Oh what are they saying!? Are they making fun of him!? "Stop it!" I say, although I admit it is pretty pathetic to yell at no one. I get enraged as I see the vision getting blurry. They made Mike cry… "THEY MADE MIKE CRY!?" I scream as I stand up, about to take over.

Manitoba runs in. "Mal! I told you not to do it!" He screams to me but I try to ignore him best I can, but his voice is repetitive and oh so annoying. I stop trying, and glance at him, while one of his hands is on the door, and he is breathing heavily. "They made Mike cry!" I say as his face turns concerned. I see him let out a breath.

He walks over and sits me down, my guess is to talk. "Mate, you are a protective little dingo, and that's okay. But you cannot keep getting him referrals! You have to stop this. You can't let your boiling rage run your life like a puppet on strings. Do you understand?" I don't, actually. "Yes." I mumble. No, I really don't. "Look mate, I adore how much you love us and Mike but at some point you have to sit on the sidelines." I lean on him while he holds me close. This is the kind of thing I adore. The affection and love and embraces by the others. I know all our relationships twisted over time because of me, and my "problems", but at least I know I am still loved by them. That will never change….. I hope.

I stay in Manitoba's arms as we watch the mirror. This is good, yeah. I am now calm and- THEY DID NOT! I sit there in utter shock, as I see one of the kids put the middle finger up at Mike, who is crying. I then take control.

"HEY!" I scream while standing up in the middle of the math lesson. All eyes fall on me. Whatever that kid was looking at five seconds ago, was changed to me. After for what seemed like an hour, the teacher finally speaks. "Mike, please take your seat." Mr. Krien says and the kids then snicker. I whip my head around and glare with the most intensity I can. Ignoring what the teacher says, I scream at the group of kids. "You DARE make Mike cry!? And then you have the audacity to laugh and be total jerks when the teacher says something to me!? I will kill you!" I say as I start to storm across the room in blind anger. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see the teacher running to the phone. Probably to get the principal or something. What a woos.

I hop across the table of desks, and I look into a kid's eyes, who looks mortified. Mortified at the fact that my fist is raising. Then I feel the impact of his face, on my hand….

Quite a temper I had, huh?

I hope you like the first chapter of, "Mal, the Forgotten"! It's pretty short but it is just an intro to the full story. I updated pretty early because I wanted to get this out, although I update every Friday or sometimes on occasion when I can. Most likely a Monday. See you in the next chapter!

About Next Chapter: Chapter 2- "Referrals for the Malevolent" is about Mal's temper, and what he has to pay for punching a kid out of rage.

I will put the next chapter up pretty soon. This Friday. :) BYE!