This is a little story that's been in the works for forever. I decided to do a massive season of Total Drama with fifty-two contestants. That's right—fifty-two. Unlike a lot of people, I chose to do a season with all cast members from the three original casts. Except Blainely, who will be busy being her. Now, this leaves a single empty slot, and a female slot at that. (insert Lenny face here). Now, I easily could've grabbed a character from The Ridonculous Race and shuffled her over to fill the slot, but I felt like that would detract from the character in question. So, instead, I reached into my brain and grabbed a character who's been under wraps for two years now, a girl who never had a purpose other than to be a 'replacement host' for Chris. Now she has a purpose.
Onwards and upwards, to the fic!
"Yo!"
The camera panned over Chris McClean, standing on the dock near a beautiful lake.
"Welcome to beautiful Camp Wawanakwa, located somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario, and I'm dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television. I'm your host, Chris McClean. This old summer camp was purchased and refurbished by our team. But, here's how our show works. Fifty-two unsuspecting teens have agreed to spend their summer on our show. Every few days, they'll compete in dangerous—and life-threatening—challenges all over the island. This is all for a shot at one…million…dollars! They'll have to survive the challenges, disgusting camp food, black flies, grizzly bears, and each other."
A boat horn sounded in the distance.
"Ah, and here come our campers now!"
One by one (and in a couple of cases, two), the campers arrived.
Beth.
DJ.
Gwen.
Geoff.
Lindsay.
Heather.
Duncan.
Tyler.
Harold.
Trent.
Bridgette.
Noah.
Leshawna.
Katie and Sadie.
Ezekiel.
Cody.
Eva.
Owen.
Courtney.
Justin.
Izzy.
Sierra.
Alejandro.
Jo.
Scott.
Zoey.
Mike.
Lightning.
Brick.
B.
Dawn.
Dakota.
Anne Maria.
Staci.
Cameron.
Sam.
Sky.
Ella.
Max.
Dave.
Leonard.
Beardo.
Jasmine.
Topher.
Sugar.
Scarlett.
Rodney.
Shawn.
Amy and Samey.
And, last to arrive, bearing two duffel bags and two instrument cases, Coral.
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"I'm gonna be honest: so far, this sucks," Gwen stated.
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"I hope I can make some friends here," Zoey sighed.
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"I can't believe Amy auditioned just to spite me," moaned Sammy. "I can only hope things don't go too badly."
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"Attention, everyone!" Owen announced. "I have a very important announcement!" He then farted and started giggling.
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Dave opened his mouth to speak, then started choking on the stench from Owen's fart.
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"All right, everyone! Time to assign your cabins!" Chris announced.
"Um, Craig, could I have a cabin near the ocean since I'm the prettiest?!" Lindsay asked, raising her hand.
"Hey! I should get that!" Sugar protested.
"No! Me!" Dakota yelled.
"That's not how it works here, and it's 'Chris'," Chris told the trio. "You'll be divided into two teams. Each team will get half a cabin. Boys in one cabin, girls in the other.
"And how are you picking the teams?" Coral inquired, sitting next to Trent.
"They were randomly selected by me. Now, when I call your name, come and stand to the left of the firepit." He pulled out a piece of paper. "Noah, Izzy, Heather, Owen, Beth, Lindsay, Cody, Trent, Leshawna, Justin, Gwen, Alejandro, Zoey, Cameron, Mike, Jo, Brick, Anne Maria, Amy, Samey, Rodney, Scarlett, Max, Jasmine, Topher, and Coral." Each of those called went and stood next to the fire. "You are now the Screaming Gophers." He tossed Owen a flag that unfurled to reveal the team logo.
"Awesome! I'm a Gopher!" cheered Owen.
"The rest of you—Eva, Ezekiel, Katie, Sadie, Tyler, DJ, Geoff, Bridgette, Courtney, Duncan, Harold, Sierra, Lightning, Dawn, Dakota, Sam, Staci, Scott, B, Sugar, Dave, Ella, Sky, Shawn, Beardo, and Leonard—move to the right of the firepit." They did as instructed and were handed another flag. "Your team is called the Killer Bass!"
"Awesome," breathed Harold. "It's like… amazing…"
"All right, enough! Everyone, to the cabins!"
The campers headed over to the cabins Chris had pointed out. One had a blue stripe on the front while the other had a pink one. The cabins were about the size of that of a normal summer camp, with bunk beds for each camper. That meant there were thirteen bunks in each cabin.
"Bunk beds? Isn't this a little… summer camp?" Heather asked.
"That's the idea, genius," Gwen deadpanned, bumping Heather as she entered.
Coral grabbed Sammy's hand quickly.
"You'll be my bunkmate, right?" she inquired.
"Sure," Sammy replied, glancing at the grumpy Amy who was glaring at the two.
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"I was seated behind the twins at the dock where we were picked up," Coral explained with a grouchy look. "I heard how Amy treated Sammy and I'm not going to sentence her to sharing a bed with that brat. And yes, her name is Sammy. Not Samey."
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"Coral had better watch her step!" Amy declared. "Samey is my sister. She's mine to do with what I please.*
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"Hello, ladies," Cody purred, entering the cabin.
"Shouldn't you be in the guys' cabin?" Gwen asked.
"I thought I'd see how you gals were getting along—you know, since half of us are on the same team."
"Focus on unpacking for now," suggested Scarlett. "The sooner we are finished, the sooner we can meet up and strategize as a team."
"She's right, so get out!" Heather declared, shoving Cody out the door. He yelped and crashed into Sierra, who was just entering the cabin.
"Oh, sorry!" he apologized quickly, realizing what had happened. Sierra stared at him, her heart pounding and her eyes practically filling with hearts.
"It's no problem," she said coolly, helping him to his feet. "Cody, right?"
"Yeah… and you're… Sierra?"
"Yep! That's me!"
"Well, sorry to keep you. See you later!" He headed off to the guys' cabin and she let out a lovestruck sigh.
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"Did you see him?!" Sierra squealed. "He's so cute… and such a gentleman! I think I'm in love!"
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"That is the most disgusting—" began Cameron.
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"—revolting—" added Gwen.
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"—grossest—" continued Heather.
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"—appalling—" Scarlett gagged.
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"—most delicious meal I've ever had!" Owen finished. "I can't believe the food is so great!*
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"Listen up, maggots!" Chef declared. "I cook three times a day and you'll eat it, three times a day! Got it?!"
"Got it!" everyone called back. One by one, they came through the line and got their food. Gwen made a face at hers.
"I don't mean to be typical and complain on the first day, but mine just moved," she told Chef. He replied by bringing down a meat tenderizer on Gwen's tray. "Okay…"
She took a seat next to Sammy and Coral, who were already eating. Coral was swallowing the food without pulling faces or gagging, which seemed miraculous to everyone except Owen and Sugar.
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"Thanks to my babysitters, I have an inhumanly strong stomach," Coral explained with a shrug. "I can stomach the worst foods known to humanity as a result, although there are a few exceptions…"
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"How the hell are you stomaching that crap?" Heather asked Coral from across the table.
"I've had worse," Coral stated simply. "I've had a lot of babysitters over the years."
After the meal, there was a loud, ear-rending scream from the girls' cabin. It was Lindsay, freaking out due to a roach on the floor. Several of the other girls screamed and jumped up, too, as some people tried to stomp it dead. Duncan ran out and came back with an axe, raising it high above his head to bring it down on the roach.
"No!" a voice screamed. Duncan froze as the pale blonde girl pushed past him and guided the roach into her palm. "Come, little one. You're safe now." She glared at Duncan. "How dare you try to hurt this defenseless creature?!"
"Sorry," he grumbled, dropping the axe.
"I forgive you, but please try to be more considerate."
She exited the cabin, everyone staring after her.
"Attention, campers!" Chris said over the speaker system. "Please get your swimsuits on and prepare for your first challenge!"
"Oh, no!" Cameron gasped.
"Relax," DJ reassured him. "It's our first challenge. How bad can it be?"
Pretty bad, since the first challenge was at the top of a thousand-foot-high cliff.
"Oh, *bleep*!" DJ groaned.
"Your first challenge is to jump off this thousand-foot-high cliff into shark-infested waters. Good luck!" Chris announced, smiling. "First up is the Screaming Gophers. 'Gopher' it!"
"Ha, ha," Heather mocked. "I'm not jumping."
"Oh, yes you are!" Leshawna snapped.
"My hair will get wet. Hello?! We're on national TV!"
"Samey can go first!" Amy snickered, pushing her sister forwards. "You know, to see if it's safe!"
"I have an idea!" Coral called. Her team turned to face her. "There's twenty-six of us. That means a number easily divisible by two."
"We can do math, Polyp," Noah replied snarkily.
"Not the point, Noah. My point is that things are less scary if you have someone doing them with you. That's how my brother and I conquered our mutual fear of heights—we skydived and did it together!"
"That's… corny," Gwen commented.
"But she has a point," Scarlett added. "Safety in numbers."
"And so, I'll jump with Sammy," Coral volunteered. "Everyone, find a partner."
"Do you really think we can do this?" Sammy asked.
"Yes. The partner system will help everyone jump."
The two were the first off the cliff and into the water. The others soon followed suit.
Heather and Leshawna.
Lindsay and Beth.
Gwen and Trent.
Max and Scarlett.
Jo and Anne Maria.
Amy and Jasmine.
Alejandro and Cameron.
Cody and Noah.
Brick and Beth.
Mike and Zoey.
Izzy and Owen.
Justin and Rodney.
Every single Gopher had jumped, while the Bass watched with worry from down the hill.
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"A buddy-system dive?" Courtney asked. "That was actually a good idea. Everyone went and nobody chickened out. Who came up with it?!"
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"I'm a little disappointed," Duncan admitted. "And nervous. If every member of their team jumped, then how can we top it?"
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"I say we follow their example," Courtney declared.
"What example?" Lightning asked cockily. "Lightnin' doesn't follow examples!"
Before anybody could stop him, he'd jumped.
One by one, most of the Killer Bass jumped off the cliff. The ones who didn't were DJ, Staci, and Dakota. DJ had his crippling fear of water, while Staci wouldn't shut up about how various family members had invented different parts of the challenge. Dakota hadn't wanted to look bad in front of the paparazzi.
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"For the time being, we're on teams, so working together is paramount to success," Coral stated bluntly. "The Killer Bass clearly don't know how to work together. I'm shocked the others took my suggestion!"
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"Listening to Coral won us part one of the challenge," Heather said, arms crossed. "Maybe she can be a useful ally…"
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"Coral was right," Sammy sighed in relief. "Jumping with a buddy made it much less scary… especially since she made herself my partner instead of Amy!"
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"What's with all the crates?" Gwen asked Chis.
"This is part two of today's challenge," Chris explained. "Building hot tubs! Gophers, because you had more jumpers, you'll get carts to help transport these crates back to the campground. You'll also be building your hot tub next to the girls' cabin. Good luck!"
Meanwhile, the Bass were forced to carry theirs by hand. None of them were happy about the situation, and they struggled to get their crates back to camp. Unfortunately for them, fate still didn't favor them. They couldn't work together and their work suffered as a result.
The Gophers won.
Dinner was a solemn affair for the Killer Bass, but the Gophers were cheering. Particularly, they were cheering Coral, who had been lifted onto Rodney's shoulders as they toasted her, smiles all around.
"Ugh, gag me," Duncan groaned. "She got lucky with one good idea, and suddenly, she's their most valuable player."
"So the question is, who do we eliminate?" Courtney added.
"Dakota, DJ, or Staci," Shawn stated pointedly. "They were our three non-jumpers."
"Shawn's right," Sky agreed. "One of the three non-jumpers has to go."
"Staci or Dakota," Geoff insisted. "DJ's strong—worth keeping around."
"Agreed," Duncan stated. "If we need to lift a truck, I'd rather have the big guy."
"Oh!" Staci piped up. "My great-great-great-great uncle invented trucks. Before him, people just tied stuff to the roofs of their cars and stuff fell off all the time! And my great-great-great-great-great-great aunt invented rope. Before her, people were only able to tie things down with vines."
She continued babbling, completely ignoring the glares she was earning from her teammates.
"Killer Bass, welcome to the elimination ceremony," Chris stated. "Here's how this works. I have twenty-five marshmallows on this plate. If you are safe, you will receive a marshmallow. If you do not receive a marshmallow, you must pack your bags, walk down the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and never come back. So, cast your votes."
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A montage of each team member casting their votes.
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"You've cast your votes. When I call your name, come up and receive your marshmallow. The following players are safe. Courtney.
"Duncan.
"Lightning.
"Shawn.
"Sky.
"Dave.
"Sugar.
"Geoff.
"Bridgette.
"Dawn.
"Scott.
"Katie.
"Sadie.
"Leonard.
"Beardo.
"Eva.
"Ezekiel.
"Sierra.
"Sam.
"Ella.
"Harold.
"Tyler.
"B.
"DJ."
DJ ran up to receive his marshmallow, leaving Dakota and Staci the only campers without marshmallows. Both glanced at each other worriedly, nervous as to who was going to say.
"And the final marshmallow goes to…"
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"Dakota."
Dakota breathed a sigh of relief. Staci let out a groan of disappointment.
"Staci, thanks for playing, but now it's time to say buh-bye."
Staci got on the boat with a sad expression. It pulled away from the dock, her waving to her former teammates as she disappeared into the night.
"To Coral and our victory!" Alejandro called, lifting his glass of lemonade.
"And all the ones to come!" added Topher.
The Screaming Gophers cheered in unison. Coral had a massive smile on her face that refused to go away. She could feel the comradery of herself and her teammates melting together, making her feel hopeful for the future.
"One down, fifty-one to go!" Chris announced. "Who will rise to glory, and who will fall in shame? Find out next time on… Total… Drama… Island: Max Capacity!"
Welcome Coral, my newest OC who's actually been in my head for two years.
Some stats for all of you.
Name: Coral
Age: 15
Hair color: orangish-pink (dyed), dark brown (natural)
Eye color: hazel
Height: 5' 0" (1.5 m)
Weight: 95 lbs. (43 kg)
Top: lemon-yellow off-the-shoulder boatneck shirt
Bottoms: jean capris that end just below her knees
Shoes: black canvas shoes (Chuck Taylors)
Hair style: long hair tied into low pigtails that hang behind her shoulders
Skin tone: faint tan
Label: The Theater Geek (website), The Meddler (official from Chris)
That should tell you all you need to know about our new friend for now. There's more to her, and I'll give you guys information as time goes on. Next time, I'll show you guys her audition tape after "The Big Sleep". Oh, and Noah called her 'Polyp' because that's a major part of coral in the ocean. It was a smart-people joke.
So long and thanks for all the fish!