AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well here we are, the first chapter. Not much to say at this point, other than I hope you enjoy my own little shufflefic (I'm calling it the Randomverse for obvious reasons). I love Fangren's Shuffledverse so much that I decided to do my own, but with a twist. I've also shuffled the 16 OCs from Danger Island. As such, there will be four generations of competitors and ten seasons. But enough of that, let's see who our original 22 are.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Total Drama (if I did, Justin would talk more), nor do I own the shuffle idea. I only own the (SPOILER ALERT) three OCs that landed in this cast.
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EP. 01: Not So Happy Campers Part 1
There were a few seconds of a calming water view that was interrupted by a man. He appeared to be no older than 35 with styled hair and a fair bit of stubble. "Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somwhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right here!"
"Here's the deal," he explained walking down the dock, "twenty-two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then face the judgement of their fellow campers. Every three days one team will either win a reward, or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the loser boat, and leave Total Drama Island for good."
"Their fate will be decided here," he gestured to the clearing full of organized tree stumps behind him "at the dramatic campfire ceremony where, each week, all but one camper will recieve a marshmallow." He ate one before continuing. "In the end only one camper will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week."
"To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other. Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now, on Total... Drama... Island."
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(Theme Song)
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"Allright," the host said. "Time to meet our first eleven campers. We told them they'd all be staying at this five-star resort so... if they seem a little TO'd, that's probably why." A boat drove by revealing the first camper. She is a white girl of average height and has long red hair tied into a ponytail. She is wearing an orange tanktop and a yellow and black plaid skirt. She also has a headband and belt that make her appear to have a fox's tail and ears. "Kitsune! What's up?"
"Not the floor." The Goofball says then laughs to herself. "You know, my TV makes you look taller."
"How big is your-" He started then shook his head, "Just go stand over there. DJ!" He greeted the tall and muscular Jamacian. He wore an olive shirt and white cap with sandals.
"Yo Chris McLean!" He said, high-fiving the host. "How's it going? You sure we got the right place? Where's the hot tub at?"
"Yo dog, this is it. Camp Wawanakwa!"
The Brickhouse With a Heart walked off and muttered, "Looked a different in the application form."
The next camper looked to have gothic interests, as evident from her black leggings, skirt, and corset. "Hey Gwen." the host greeted.
"You mean we're staying here?" The Loner asked.
"No, you're staying here," he replied. "My crib is an Airstream with A/C thataway."
"I did not sign up for this."
"Actually," he said holding a stack of papers, "you did." Gwen simply took the stack and ripped it in half, letting the pieces fall into the water. Unaffected, Chris said "The great thing about lawyers is, they make lots of copies."
"I'm not staying here."
"That's cool, hope you can swim though, because you're ride just left."
"Jerk!"
A horn sounded from the next boat, signaling the next camper. He was an African teen with short black hair. He is wearing black dress pants, a black blazer, white dress shirt, and a gold tie. His eyes were closed as he was listening to classical music. When the boat stopped he stepped onto the dock and opened his eyes. If he was dissapointed about the state of the camp, it didn't show.
"Chris McLean," the boy politely greeted. "It is an honor."
"Likewise, Victor. How are you man?"
"I am fine, thank you." The Gentleman answered. "I look foward to a summer filled with fair and honest competition."
"Yeah," Chris said mockingly, "good luck with that."
"The real world is going to eat him alive," Gwen said.
"Everyone," Chris said, gaining their attention, "This is Staci." Staci was a pudgy girl with a pink sweater and a ribbon in her hair.
"Oh wow, a summer camp. You know summer camps were invented by my great-great-great-great aunt Tilly, before her parents had nowhere to send their kids during the summer."
"That's great but-" The host was interrupted by more talking.
"But they would've useless without my great-great-great-great uncle August to invent summer, before that school was all-year round."
"Staci," the host warned. But the Compulsive Liar kept on.
"Oh! And then there was-"
"Staci!" Chris yelled. "Go over there and stop talking. Yeesh."
The next girl that stepped on the island was of East Asian descent. She had waist length black hair, short olive shorts and red crop top. In the reflection of her sunglasses the nervous looks of Kitsune, Victor, and DJ could be seen, as could Gwen's look of indifference. She took off her glasses and stomped toward the end of the dock.
"Heath-er" Chris introduced.
Victor walked toward her and introduced himself. "Greetings, I'm Victor. It appears we shall be your friends for the duration of the summer." The Queen Bee shook the offered hand with an unoticed smirk.
Both were startled by a loud heavy metal tune. With one foot on the speaker playing said tune was the next camper. He had black hair with a green mohawk and wore a black t-shirt with a skull and a spiked dog collar. When the boat stopped, he threw his duffle bag down and jumped onto the dock.
"Duncan, dude." The host greeted.
"I don't like, surprises." the boy said, brandishing a fist.
"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that man. He also told me to give him a holler anytime and have you sent back to juvie."
The Delinquent sniffed and said, "Allright," before walking to the other campers. "Meet you by the campfire pit gorgeous," he called to Heather.
"Drop dead you skeeze," she replied. "I'm calling my parents you cannot make me stay here."
In response Chris just held up another stack of paper. Another boat horn sounded, but this one's camper was behind it on water-skis. He had a red tracksuit and matching headband holding back his mop of brown hair. "Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!" He tried to wave, but somehow that managed to trip him up. He rolled across the water and flew through the air until he hit the pile of luggage. Kitsune, DJ, and Gwen cringed as a bag flew into the water, splashing Heather.
"Ugh my shoes!" She complained
"Wicked wipeout man!" Chris called out. The Jock gave a thumbs-up from within the pile, causing DJ to give one to a confused Victor. Chris snickered at the sight until an exhale grabbed his attention. It was the next camper. He was the lankiest camper thus far, with red hair and green tinted glasses. He wore three different shirts, the outermost having a picture of a hamburger. "Harold, welcolme to camp."
The Dweeb just looked around the camp prompting Kitsune to ask what he was looking at. "So you mean the show's on a crummy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?"
"Yep."
"Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills." He said and walked off, causing the host to shudder at the interaction.
"Contestant number nine is Trent." Trent had black hair that was messy in a cool way, an olive shirt with a handprint over a camo undershirt, and was carrying a guitar case.
"Hey man," The Cool Guy greeted, "good to meet you. Saw you on that figure skating show, nice work!"
"Hey, thanks man. I knew I rocked that show."
"I saw that," Kitsune said, "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head! It was too funny." Upon seeing the wierd looks from the others she added, "They got immunity that week."
"Lucky," Harold said, "I hope I get dropped on my head."
"Perhaps we should find other ways of obtaining immunity." Victor suggested.
"So this is it?" Trent asked and upon seeing the others, including a nose-picking Harold, said "All righty then" and walked to join them. He smiled at Gwen, who turned away and gave a small smile back.
The next camper was still on her boat. She had short red hair tied in two pigtails with a pink flower and wore a red strapless shirt. "Hi!" She greeted the host happily.
"Allright. Our indie chick, Zoey, is here."
"I like your flower," Victor said.
"Oh, you do?" The Indie Chick asked shyly.
"Most assuredly." He replied.
"Ok. We've all met Indie Girl," Heather complained while wringing out her hair. "Can we get on with the show please?"
"Someone missed their double cappacino machiato this morning." Duncan mocked.
"Get bent," she bit back.
Another boat drove off revealing another camper. He was shorter and of Indian descent. He had styled brown hair, and wore a red sweater vest over a blue polo. "Our next camper is, Noah!" The host said.
"You got my memo about my life threatening allergies?" He asked.
"Sure someone did."
"Good," The Bookworm deadpanned "Is this where we're staying?"
"No, it's your mother's house." Duncan said while cracking his knuckles. "And we're throwing a party!"
"Cute. Nice piercings, original, did you do them yourself?"
"Yeah," he said grabbing the shorter boys lip and a needle. "You want one?"
"Uh, no thanks. Can I have my lip back please?" Duncan let go "Thanks"
The next camper was a larger black girl with black hair in a ponytail and a beige t-shirt with kumquats. "What's up y'all? Leshawna's in the house! Feel free to quit and save yo-selves the trouble 'cause I came to win." When she walked by DJ , She continued "Oh what's up my brotha? Gimme some sugar baby."
Harold then spoke, "I've never seen a girl like you in real life."
"Excuse me?" The Sista With a 'Tude said in warning.
"You're real big. And loud."
"What did you say to me? Oh no you didn't!" She stormed over to the dweeb before being held back by DJ and Zoey. Harold then began doing karate poses, "Oh yeah you want somma this? Well come on then!"
"Allright campers, settle down!" Chris said with the first hint of irritation. Another boat drove away, revealing two nearly identical white girls in cheerleading outfits. One had a mole and a scowl, while the other just looked dejected. "Ladies! Amy, Samey, welcome to your new home for the next eight weeks."
"Um, my name is Sammy." The moleless one said.
"Not according to Amy, so from now on, you're officially Samey."
"But-" The Nice Twin was cut off
"Ugh no one cares Samey, now carry my bags" The Mean Twin ordered and stood near Trent, glaring at Gwen.
DJ walked over to the nicer of the two. "Looks like you could use some help. I'm DJ."
"Oh um hi." She said with a blush and the two walked off, leaving the host to scratch his head before introducing the next camper.
"Shawn, what's up?" Shawn was a scruffy and unkempt teen with a dark green toque, white sweater and orange vest.
The boy looked around and said. "Zombies can't swim so we sould be safe. But we still shouldn't be out in the open like this."
"Look man, I know you don't get out much. Trying to outrun a zombie apocalpyse, or at the very least stay alive. Just keep to yourself and try not to get kicked off too soon." Chris said
The Zombie Conspiracy Nut scoffed and said "As if I'd get close to anyone without knowing if they've been infected." Then he took his spot with the others, but with a noticable distance between them.
The next camper was tall, thin, and tan. He had black spiky hair and wore a blue shirt, he was also missing a tooth.
"Mike, the Mikester, the Mike Master!"
"You uh, got my memo right?" The Comedian asked.
"Yep!"
"Ok, I guess." His face brightened immediately upon seeing Zoey. "Hey."
"Hi," she said with a smile and blush. "I'm Zoey."
The next camper was in her boat. She was a shorter girl of First Nation descent. She had black hair, a beige tank top, an feather earrings. The boat stopped at the dock. But rather than step down. She jumped up and did a flip mid-air before landing on her feet. The other campers looked impressed. None more so than Victor.
"Sky, nice. Glad you could make it."
"That was most impressive." The gentleman said.
"Thanks," replied The Athlete. "I like your suit."
"Looks like Richie Rich has dibs." Duncan said to the brickhouse.
Camper number nineteen had much the look of the stereotypical librarian.
"Welcome to camp-" Chris started.
"Scarlett?!" Harold asked.
"Harold?" The Quiet Braniac replied.
"Do you two know each other?" Chris asked in confusion.
"We're twins." Both teens said with no small amount of irritation.
"And you didn't even know you both signed up for the same show?" He asked before bursting in laughter. "Oh that's too funny."
"We won't be on the same team will we?" She asks worriedly.
"Can't say."
"You can't or won't?"
"I can't but even if I could, I wouldn't. Now go stand over there, I've got more campers to announce. Like Sugar!"
Sugar was of average height. She wore a tiny pink crop top and had blonde hair in style that would normally be worn with a tiara. She jumps down onto the dock. "Hey y'all must be them other campers. I'm so glad I got to be in this here pageant with y'all!"
"Greetings." Victor said shaking her hand. "I am Victor."
"Well It sure is nice to meet..." The Pageant Queen's thought was stopped by the sight of the penultimate camper. He was a handsome Spanish teen with brown hair and a mostly unbuttoned red shirt. Sugar was not the only one distracted, as all the females were gawking at the boy, save for Heather who just narrowed her eyes.
He walked onto the dock with a smirk. "This is Alejandro. Welcome to Total Drama Island."
"Gracias. And might I say, they could not have chosen a better host."
"Thanks dude, makes me feel like choosing you based only on looks was a good choice."
"Nice to see I'm not the only one attempting to keep chivalry alive," Victor said.
"Ah yes, I find it pays to treat people a certain way." The Arch Villain replied almost darkly.
"I can tell we shall be rather close." He then realized how that sounded and added. "In a platonic way I assure you."
"Oh, I'm counting on it."
The last camper was standing in his boat. He is tall and lanky white boy, with a yellow shirt with a warning sign on it and blue jeans. "Hey everyone. It's Malcolm!"
"Hey Chris! Hey every-" He was cut off by tripping on the railing and falling, smacking his chin on the dock before landing in the water.
"Ooh, that was bad." Tyler chuckled.
"He could be hurt." Alejandro said as he helped the boy out of the water. "Amigo, are you ok?"
"What that?" The Pain Magnet asked. "That happens all the time. So this is summer camp, are we gonna make lanyards? And what time is lunch?"
"That's what I wanna know!" Sugar added.
"First things first," Chris interjected, "we need a promo shot. Everyone at the end of the dock! Ok, one, two. Oops ok, forgot the lens cap. Hold that pose, one.. two wait. Card's full. Hang on."
"Come on man," Leshawna snarked "My face is starting to freeze."
"Ok! Everyone say: Wawanakwa!"
"Wawanak-waaa!" The dock snapped mid-phrase, and the resulting photo was of various campers in the water.
"Ok guys," Chris said. "Dry off at meet at the campfire pit in ten."
(Fade to commercial)
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(CAMPFIRE PIT)
"This is Camp Wawanakwa," the host explained. "You're home for the next eight weeks. The campers around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, maybe even you friends. Ya dig? The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest, without getting kicked off will win $100,000!"
"'Scuse me,"Duncan interrupted. "What will the sleeping arrangements be, because I'd like to request a bunk under her," He said pointing at Heather.
"They're not co-ed, are they?" She asked.
"No. Girls get one side of each cabin, and dudes get the other."
"Excuse me, Chris?" Amy asked. "Can I like get a not crappy cabin since I'm pretty?"
"Yeah, that's not really how things work around here. So... No!"
"Ok, just don't be too mean and make Samey sleep in the cabins with us. She like snores and farts in her sleep."
"You're the one that does that!" Sammy defended.
"And now she's like lying about me to make herself look good!"
"Not cool, Samey." Duncan said, causing the girl to return to her dejected look.
"Cheer up guys!" Kitsune said grabbing Gwen and Tyler. "It's like a big sleepover!"
"At least you don't have to sleep next to him." The jock said pointing at Duncan, who was giving a noogie to a deer.
"Here's the deal," Chris explained. "We're gonna split you into two teams. If I call your name, go stand over there. Gwen, Trent, Heather, Malcolm, Kitsune, Sky, Staci, Victor, Leshawna, Alejandro, and Noah. From this moment you are officially known as: The Screaming Gophers!"
"Cool!" Kitsune remarked, "I'm a gopher."
"The rest of you over here. Mike, Zoey, DJ, Tyler, Amy, Samey, Sugar, Shawn, Duncan, Scarlett and Harold. Move, move, move!"
"It appears we have been randomly assorted into the same team. Shall we disregard any earlier rivalry in our mutual hope of winning the money?" Scarlett asked her twin.
"I guess we could. I mean we both want the money for the same reason and stuff." Th dweeb replied.
"You guys will officially be known as: The Killer Bass!" The host told them.
"It's awesome." Harold said "It's like, amazing."
"Allright campers," Chris explained, "You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during the competition."
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CHRIS - You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries, anytime you want. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking. Or just get something off your chest.
GWEN - Um ok, so far this sucks.
SAMEY - Ugh. I signed up for this show to get away from my sister
ZOEY - I can't believe I was actually picked. Her face grows worried Unless they picked me just to leave first. I mean, I don't even know if the others like me. I knew the flower was to much. She looks toward the camera You like me, right?
MALCOLM - Listen up guys, I have something very important to say. He opens his mouth, but then fly flies in, causing him to choke. The confessional ends with him trying to cough the fly up.
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"Allright! Any questions? Cool, let's find your cabins."
(CABINS)
"Gophers you're in the east cabin. Bass you're in the west."
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"Bunk beds?" Heather asked. "Isn't this a little summer camp?"
"That's the idea genius." Gwen said as she pushed the popular girl aside.
"Shut up, Weird Goth Girl."
"Hey!" Amy called from the Bass cabin "Where are the outlets. I've got a straightening iron."
"There are some in the communal bathrooms, just across the way." Chris told her.
"Ugh! This camp is the worst! Why'd you have to sign us up for this Samey?" She complained as she stormed into the cabin.
"Um, Chris?" Mike asked. "Where are the chaperones?"
"You're all sixteen, as old as a regular CIT at a regular summer camp. So other than myself, you'll be unsupervised. You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me at the main lodge starting... now!"
"Yay," Mike said unenthusiastically. Then a loud high-pitched scream sounds throughout the camp.
Various campers investigate and Leshawna remarks, "Oh man that girl can scream."
It's revealed to be Sky, on a stool trying to distance itself from a cockroach. "Kill it, kill it now!"
DJ sees it and screams and jumps onto a bunk, which shatters it. "That," Gwen sighs, "was my bunk."
The other campers tried to kill the bug, save for Kitsune and Heather who had hidden on a top bunk. Untill Duncan appeared with an axe. He raised it up and the roach stopped to say "Help me" before the punk cut it in half.
"Well that's one way to kill a cockroach." Gwen remarks.
Victor helped Sky from her perch. "If another of them show up, just let me know. I'd be delighted to assist you in any way." This caused Sky to smile and blush at the polite boy.
"What do you know," Duncan remarked. "She's actually going for the nice guy."
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(MAIN LODGE)
"Listen up," Said a large black man in standard camp cook gear and chef's hat. "I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day. Grab a plate, get your food, and sit your butts down now!"
"Pardon me," Scarlett said, "But am I correct in assuming this will meet the daily nutrition requirements?"
"Yeah," her twin added. "'Cause I get hypoglysemic real bad if I don't get enough sugar."
"You'll get a whole lotta shut the heck up!" The cook said and the two redheads fled the scene.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the stove this morning," Kitsune whispered to Noah.
"What was that?" the cook asked. "Come closer Fox Girl. I didn't hear you."
"I didn't say anything important." the goofball said.
"I'm sure you didn't." then he turned to Noah. "You, scrawny kid. Gimme your plate." He put another scoop of food on the schemer's plate, which jumped back onto the scoop and the boy walked away.
Futher down the line, Leshawna tries to speak to Amy. "Hey what's up girl?" The mean twin just rolled her eyes. "Oh it's gonna be like that is it?"
"Next!"
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"So my doctor said I should avoid beef, don't wanna catch mad cow again." Malcolm told the cook.
"I doubt that will be an issue." Gwen told him. "I hate to be predictble and complain on the first day, but I think mine just moved." The cook smashed the plate with a meat tenderizer. "Right," the goth said nervously, "Ok then."
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All the campers were eating their food when Chris walked in. "Campers," he said, "welcome to the main lodge."
"Hey, let's get some pizza or something." Kitsune said. A meat cleaver flew through the air and embedded itself in the wall. "What I meant to say," the jokester amended, "was, this food is great and I want seconds. heh."
"Your first challenge begins... in one hour." The host said while leaving.
"What do you think we have to do?" Sammy asked DJ.
"It's our first challenge." He told her. "How hard could it be.
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(1000 FOOT CLIFF)
"Oh [BLEEP]"
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Author's Note: And that's the start. I do find writing this to be easier than writing Danger Island.
I'll try to keep the charachters as close to cannon as possible, except for Scarlett who I plan to take in a different direction. She's still going to run amok in the future so be on the lookout for that. I'm also writing with the headcannon/fan theory that Harold and Scarlett are siblings; but since they were randomized in the same cast, they're twins.
As far as pairings go, expect Gwent and Zoke. I'm also going to through in the Leharold moment and a couple of surprises.
Also giving the large number of "main characters" in the cast, expect to see some people go a lot sooner than you'd think. With that, I'm signing off
- TotalDramaFan14