Disney Survivor: Gonyama Islands Chapter 1: You're Looking At The Next Sole Survivor, a disney fanfic

Disney Survivor: Gonyama Islands

Gonyama Islands is, quite frankly, not much like a usual island one would expect isolated in the middle of a thrashing ocean. It is not deserted, and neither is it solely inhabited by a single coconut tree which seems to be boasting the single fruit growing upon its leaves. It is neither small nor tiny, but it is still an island. So yes, it's in the middle of a thrashing ocean. The particular ocean that surrounds Gonyama is a cerulean one, black in the night, and it is most certainly alive for though it can be as calm as a breeze, steady and sleepy, it needs nothing more than a gust of wind to whip up into a primordial storm, sluicing and crashing in multitudes of deadly waves.

What about the actual islands? Firstly, Gonyama Islands is not actually a collection of islands, despite how it may appear so. They are several plots of land floating above the waters, but whether or not you can see it, they are all connected, in one way or another. It is one single island that appears separated, but they are not. I can not argue though, that each sector of "island" is unique, each boasting diverse flora, fauna, histories and secrets. I could spend a good amount of time writing about them all, even perhaps producing an encyclopedia on it that will probably never be read then reduced to ashes through burning in a very green fire, but I'd rather not. To keep it simple, know this: Gonyama Islands holds an environment promising nothing but secrets, dangers, harshness and excitement.

So in other words, it's a perfect setting for a good novel or a game show where in various contestants must survive on the island and outwit, outplay and outlast each other in a feral battle over the span of 39 days for a monetary prize. Oh yeah, I'm doing the second one. I'm hosting Survivor in the Gonyama Islands.

My name is Mick Mouse, and this is Disney Survivor: Gonyama Islands.

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Survivor Jet Plane, Day One

Rapunzel had to admit, she was feeling pretty excited. Wait, wrong word. Excited was just something of a glimpse to what she was feeling. What she was feeling was something of an eager explosion of joy, euphoria, ecstasy and thrill bubbling up from inside her into a golden beam of happiness which percolated her entire body in a radiant aura.

Whether or not this is an exaggeration, she can't be sure. Still, Rapunzel was feeling really excited. Most people can't even see auras, anyway. What may be a golden beam she was feeling, people would probably think she was simply referring to her hair. She couldn't blame them, really. It wasn't the fact that her hair really did look like it was made of gold. Not some faded dull shade of blonde, but it was the gold of the sun, illuminating and radiant. But really, it was the length that made it seem like a beam of light. Rapunzel's hair fell like a curtain, draped over her shoulder and cascading like a waterfall downwards and pooling onto the floor in massive whirlpools of hair. Even when she braided it so intricately and tightly, it was still so lengthy, like a river flowing then abruptly stopping at the ends.

Perhaps an explanation is in order.

Rapunzel has lived a pretty sheltered life. And by sheltered, I mean she was practically imprisoned. It wasn't that she was living in some dingy dilapidated cell stuck with nothing to do but to play solitaire. No, it wasn't anything like that. To be honest, she lived a pretty comfortable life, if not overbearing and suffocating. She lived in an apartment building which she had taken to call a tower because of its sheer height, the cobblestone roof practically spiraled into the clouds and she should know because she lived on the top floor. It wouldn't really have surprised her if she and her mother were the only occupants of the apartment, really, as she never really saw anyone else.

And apparently, anyone always referred to evil, plotting, maniacal people who only wanted to abuse and take advantage of her. As her mother, Gothel, would say, the world was filled with people who only wanted to hurt her.

And that was why Rapunzel could never leave her room, for safety and protection. Totally not some evil plot by her mother or anything fictional like that. All she had for company were books, paintings, her innocently small pet, Pascal, and a bunch of the stuff her mother bought for her to make hobbies out of. Cooking ingredients, art supplies, jigsaw puzzles, darts and many more. And yeah, sure, she did enjoy all of these, Rapunzel still longed to see the world outside. She next to never leaves her house, much less to a hair salon. and her hair just kept growing and growing. She didn't have a cell phone, a TV, a laptop or even so much as a telephone in her home. She knew her mother was just concerned for her, but still. It was suffocating.

Then all of a sudden, her mother had a television installed in her room. It didn't have cable or anything, Rapunzel knew that was kind of pushing her luck, but she was able to watch reruns of this show called Survivor over and over again. It was so fascinating, seeing people battling each other on an island! It may as week have been written in a book, but it was a reality competition. Meaning it was real! She watched season after season of the show, sometimes with her mother, both guessing on who will win. It wasn't till some time later that Rapunzel found out the reason behind all of this. Rapunzel and her mother was going to compete in Survivor! Her, Rapunzel, the girl who has never seen the outside world who only watched one show on TV, going to be out! On an island! Playing Survivor!

At first, Rapunzel played it cool (Really, Mother? That's cool.). But really, she was excited (OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!). Wait, wrong word. Excited was just something of a glimpse to what she was feeling.

Survivor Jet Plane, Day One

Gothel looked at her child with an indecipherable expression. Both of them were in a jet plane, along with twenty others, soaring across the ocean. White puffy clouds streaked across the windows in rapid blurs. Wind lashed outside, and birds appeared and disappeared across the horizon over the ocean. But Gothel did not pay any attention to any of that.

What she was paying attention to, were the passengers of the jet plane. Save her daughter, Gothel knew nothing of her fellow passengers, but of course, why should that stop her from making her predictions and presumptions of everyone else?

The first thing she noticed, obviously, were their inferior appearances. All of them were uglier than her, and only a few she deemed to have passable appearances. Why, one of them looked like a street rat! Another was dressed in peasant wear! Gothel sniffed indignantly. Really, the screening process of this show is downright terrible. Who would want to watch a show which consisted of a mix of rats and beasts? There were a few she deemed possible candidates for allies. A few she deemed as threats. And a lot which she deemed must be thrown out of the plane the first chance she gets. Twenty-two was a considerably large number of contestants, even for Survivor. She could already see that probably one person will be eliminated every day on the island. Which would probably be a good thing because in all honesty, Gothel did not want to stay in that island for too long.

What will the air and nature, no doubt her appearance will deteriorate, slowly but surely. And she really did not want Rapunzel out there. Who knew what might happen to her with all the socialization and mingling with these kinds of people. No, she did not want her daughter to be with the wrong crowd. Maybe at the right time, but in the end, her allegiance must be solely to her mother. Rapunzel was only here for the adventure, if she get kicked off the first day, Gothel thought, she'd probably still be happy. She was here to win. At any cost. That prize was something Gothel was willing to murder for.

Gothel hoped her plan would work. Gothel and Rapunzel spent days watching every season of Survivor, not just for sake of fun, but to understand how the game worked. To know how to win. Survival did not mean being the one who is best at hunting for the tribe. Survival meant who can outlast, outplay and outwit every single person on the island in any way possible. Gothel believed that she would win. She probably knew the game better than anybody else and that despite her old age and the fact that she probably wouldn't help around at camp (What do you think I am? A peasant slave?), she can manipulate this game right into her hands. She'd need Rapunzel's help, along with a few people she'll likely use as allies for a period of time before they are disposed, but she knew she would win. She wasn't very us about Rapunzel, though.

She has spent her whole life moulding and teaching Rapunzel about the dangers of the world, partly for protection, other part so that she will learn that Gothel is the only person she could trust. She should be looking at everyone, analyzing them for their possible weaknesses and strengths, staring everyone down with her large green eyes as if they were her enemies. But one look at the daydream, naive expression she's wearing tells otherwise.

Gothel sighed. She worried for Rapunzel, really, and does want the best for her at times, but this is a competition. Back to trying to find out possible allies, she guessed despite knowing that it wouldn't be very useful, considering teams were not even assigned yet. That woman looked promising. She looked regal, evil even. Like a queen.

Survivor Jet Plane, Day One

Tiana was deep in thought. She was so deep down in thought, she looked positively frozen, as if she froze, drowned in the depths of the cold waters that were her thoughts.

What thoughts, you ask? Well firstly, there was one about Survivor. Obviously. If you said the word "Survivor" to Tiana a few months back, she'd have thought of managing to make it in the city of New Orleans. Or just plain managing to... survive. Survive, she thought. To remain alive or in existence or to continue to function or prosper. She wouldn't have thought of a reality game show. She's never even heard of it until a few months back. But that wasn't really surprising. What use did knowing of it really meant to her? All that really meant to Tiana seemed to be work, work and work. It's surprising that a picture of her won't show up in the dictionary if you search for the word workaholic.

But really, why should she care? People who don't work are the worst kind of people. Laziness is pretty much the main reason for all the problems in the world. So what if she was a workaholic? Rather that than become some sloth who can't make a living for himself? Pfft, some people...

Then she was also thinking of the other passengers. Not in a strategic sort of way, Tiana knew that making presumptions as of now will probably affect and cloud her future reasoning, she'll save that for later. But still, she had looked up all of the other contestants profiles beforehand and couldn't help but stare coldly at one of them, a tall, dark and handsome man by the name of Naveen (who she learned comes from a well-off family in a place called Macedonia, has a strained relationship with his family, is in desperate need for some money due to poor financial choices, and has a love for jazz music and luxurious living based on his profile) who was flirting with her friend Lottie. There were many things wrong with this. First of all, just based off what his profile says about him, she didn't like this Naveen character. He doesn't nor did he ever have a job despite his wealthy background, didn't really seem to have anything of a work ethic and he enjoys frivolous matters that were so fleeting and costly. Seriously, it was if someone made an Anti-Tiana and forced him to compete against her in a competition like Survivor. That's something she thought of too. Someone like him doesn't really stand much of a chance of winning. Either he'll be voted out by the poor tribe which will be stuck with his lazy behind out of frustration, or his arrogant and uncaring attitude will frustrate enough people to throw him out of the competition. Either way, he was not a threat nor should he even deserve any notice. So why was she thinking about him?

It wasn't that he was incredibly good looking or anything stupid like that. Ugh, it had to do with Lottie. Working as a waitress didn't really pay too much, even when Tiana was working various shifts and earning whenever she can. You'd think that Lottie, a spoiled, ditzy daydreamer who was the beloved daughter of a rich well-off politician, would even be friends with Tiana. For some reason, though, Lottie happens to be Tiana's best (and probably only) friend. Anyhow, getting back to the point, working as a waitress didn't pay too much, and apparently Lottie had a fabulous idea for Tiana. It was meant to be a surprise, something Tiana would be shocked and happy to hear, but when Lottie told Tiana she registered both of them to join Survivor, Tiana only gave her a quizzical look. When she found it was a game show, first, shock. Not in a happy way. Lottie! I don't have time for a game show! I have work! Funding for restaurants don't grown on trees, you know! But then after considerable pleading, begging and threatening, Lottie managed to convince Tiana to at least watch one season of Survivor with her. Surprisingly enough, Tiana was interested in it. Tiana liked the strategy in the game, the social aspect and puzzled in the games, the competitive nature of it all and how you have to intelligent, ambitious, ruthless and hardworking to outwit, outplay and outlast. Tiana also liked the prize, the money was a lot, more than enough to start her own restaurant. Lottie was into the show for the hot, shirtless men and the drama.

Ugh... Another thing about Lottie. Her head's always up in the clouds, lays waiting for some prince to come and marry her. She seems to be attracted to any man based of their physical assets and their monetary wealth. What happened to good old-fashioned virtues like hard work? Tiana didn't bother mentioning to Lottie that Naveen is probably some arrogant, lazy jerk and isn't as rich anymore as she thought him to be.

Then there was the competition itself. Tiana spent months watching all of the Survivor seasons to study the game. She could win, she knew that. As long as she doesn't get too cocky. She has to keep Lottie away from Naveen though. Love is an element in the game too. Another reason she was thinking about Naveen was that there was the small possibility he could be a threat, taking advantage of his looks. There are people who use love to manipulate others in Survivor, only to discard them when they're done using them. Couples make targets of themselves, since a couple is equal to an alliance. Plus in the end, only one of them can win anyway. No point dilly dallying in that sort of thing, Tiana was here to win. And she needed Lottie for an ally. Assuming they'll eventually end up on the same team. Sure would suck if she gets voted off before a merge even begins. Tiana continued to wallow through her thoughts in silence, unaware of the other thoughts that were in the plane, wafting in and out silently amongst every other passenger.

Survivor Jet Plane, Day One

Aladdin decided that he did not like planes. They were too clean, too sheer, too bright. Not to mention the food was terrible, and he was seriously considering throwing up right now out of dizziness. But he was willing to put up with it. He needed to fly to that island, beat the rest of his fellow passengers and win Survivor. But yeah... still doing step one.

Clutching his stomach, Aladdin was pretty much looking downward the entire flight, eyes strained to the clear white floor of the jet plane, a belt strapped as tightly as possible across his stomach. He glanced up briefly from his fetal position to see all kinds of eyes, from warm brown ones to bright blue ones, all gazing at each other in warm, unfriendly looks. Not even on the island, and he could already see some people making enemies. It didn't come a surprise though, that not a single pair was looking at him. He was pretty used to not being noticed.

It wasn't that he looked plain or anything like that. In fact, Aladdin thought he was kinda good looking. His clothes kind of sucked, yeah. But other than that, he wasn't ugly. Some people like that fat crazy woman with white hair and purple makeup which kind of made her skin look purple sitting across him on the plane was definitely ugly, but she was being glared at. Not in a what the hell are you? kind of way which Aladdin would've done, but in a do you want me to see you as an enemy or an ally? kind of way. She herself was looking at her fellow competitors under her heavily colored eyelids. They were viewing each other as competitors. Aladdin, on the other hand, wasn't even so much as glimpsed at. Nothing new. Random boy who is nothing more than some street rat. I get that a lot, Aladdin thought.

That was part of why he joined Survivor. Well, one part at least. Yeah, there was the fact that he was broke-ass poor. No job, nothing much to call a home. It wasn't that he couldn't hold a job or was too stupid for one. No one just hired him. No one gave him a chance. Another part was the adventure. Probably good to break the routine of wake up, find a job, fail, steal. He didn't want to come off as a thief. He just had to do it. Necessary, you know. To keep alive.

But the most important part of his reasons as to why he wanted to join Survivor was to prove himself. Prove to every single employer who turned him down before they even gave him a chance to speak. Prove to every single official who never gave him a chance. Prove to any single person that thought of him as nothing more than an unscrupulous street rat with no future besides stealing and hunger. Prove that there's so much more to him. If he could win Survivor, Aladdin could accomplish all of this, get the money, adventure and be able to prove himself. Oh yeah, he thought to himself. Prove that you can manage to survive this hell ride of a plane without losing your lunch. If he had any.

Survivor Confessional, Survivor Jet Plane, Day One

[Gaston] Greetings to the lucky viewers who are getting to see me! The name's Gaston, if you haven't heard of it, yet. Don't know what kind of rock you're living in, if you haven't. But just in case you haven't, you're looking at the next Sole Survivor. If any of you think that there's someone out there who can beat me, then I think you must have your head examined. I am the best, and don't I deserve the title? Why would this show have any of these worthless rats as winners when they can have me. Just look at me. Perfect eyes, a body to die for, a face to kill for. There is no one more dashing and powerful as me. Look at these muscles. I mean, I'm the first one using the confessional. You've all got some one-on-one time with Gaston. Just watch as I-

[Speaker] All passengers report back to their seats. We're landing in fifteen minutes.

Survivor Jet Plane, Day One

The speaker blared, "All passengers report back to their seats. We're landing in fifteen minutes" in a loud metallic voice that echoed across the jet plane.

Belle gave a quick glance outside the window before fastening her seatbelt and closing the book that she found lying on the plane to see the sun peaking above the sky, bright and hot. It must be at its peak, so it has to be twelve o' clock. She didn't have a watch to check. All of the passengers came aboard with absolutely nothing but clothes. They even had to confiscate an iPhone from a raven-haired girl with skin as white as snow when she tried sneaking it in. The book she just found lying on the plane, all leather cover that depicted a cartographer's drawing of an island and vellum pages. Plus, she really did not even have a watch. Belle came from a small province, and though she wasn't really poor to the point of hunger and desperation, she didn't really live with that many luxuries.

Belle lived alone with her father, Maurice, in that village. Every day there was as dull as the streets, empty, never changing, routine. She didn't mind too much that they weren't rich. Some money would be nice, but really she was fine as she is. The thing which she loved most in the world, books, did not cost much when it cost anything because she often borrowed them from the kind old man's bookshop. They were such wonders, as books were like doors. Doors into another place, into another world and into another person's life. And more often than not, these places and worlds and lives were far more interesting than her dull, repetitive provincial life. That was the main reason she signed up for Survivor. For some adventure she's been starved of. For something exciting, thrilling and more than her provincial life. It was a win-win situation too. Her father wanted some money to better their state of living, so if either of them won, they'd both be getting a chance of a lifetime and that amazing prize.

Belle could still remember when she got the mail that both she and her father were selected to compete. She was wearing her blue and white dress. One of her favorites, suddenly felt so dull and bland in comparison to the colorful explosion of joy she felt. They ate fresh fruits and salads and warm soup, and Belle could never remember a dinner between two being so lively and delicious. She even heard someone else from her village, a man from the wealthier section she was told, was chosen to compete. She never really put much thought to who it was until now, sitting with all of her fellow contestants. She seriously hoped it wasn't the oaf who used the confessional in the plane before the competition even began and came out in anger when some poor flight attendant had to force him out. Maybe it was that muscular guy wearing dreadlocks of hair that fell over his face in a primal manner. She couldn't be sure.

She could be sure of one thing though. This was it. It's finally starting. She could feel the plane's descent, the pressure of it all. She could see the sky go by in a blur through the windows. She caught a glimpse of what appears to be four islands in the middle of a thrashing ocean. This was it. She was going to enter the world of Survivor.

The voice on the speaker spoke again, " We will be landing in Disney Survivor: Gonyama Islands in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1.

Recap.

Disney Survivor: Gonyama Islands

Contestants: Rapunzel, Gothel, Tiana, Naveen, Lottie, Aladdin, Gaston, Belle, Maurice, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?

Eliminated:

Day: 1 out of 39

Tribes: n/a

Challenge Results: n/a