A/N: Espeon804 here with another great story! Urrrgh. I hate plot bunnies. But those bunnies brought my most popular fanfiction forward, so I can't be so upset…
My most popular work was "The Wrath of The Earthling Saiyan" and its squeals. Do check them out if you are a DBZ fan.
Anyway. This fanfiction is special. About around 95% of the competitors are characters created from other people! Thank you for your efforts!
Also, readers who have their characters, bear with me. It will take time for me to get to know them so that I can write them better. Also, so many jackets. Why?
Lol.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND, ACTION, WORLD TOUR, REVENGE OF THE ISLAND, ALL STARS, PAHKITEW ISLAND OR, RIDICULOUS RACE! Created by Jennifer Pertsch and Tom McGillis!
WARNING! This series of Total Drama contains scenes of extreme stunts performed by fictional teens. Do not try this at home. Seriously. You could get really messed up.
-Chris McLean
- Episode 1: A throwback, or retaliation? -
A seagull flies through the sky, screeching loudly before making a dive. The waters below are salty and calm. The breeze is gentle. The day feels warm and pleasant.
The seagull makes its way towards the dock before landing. It shakes its body a bit, but movement spooks it away from the island. Someone is approaching.
The island is just as gigantic as the last few displayed in the previous seasons. Similar landscape, taller hills and mountains. The camera slowly moves to show a decent shot of the island before panning over to the smiling host, a tall, slim man with a stubble and shoulder-length black hair.
He looks directly at the camera, speaking towards the audience watching from their televisions.
"Hellooooo ladies and gentlemen! Surprised, are we? I hope so! Welcome to Total Drama Savage! I know, I know. Not the most clever name but… it'll work out, eventually. For those of you who are familiar with this show, you know what to expect. For all you new viewers out there, welcome! I am your host, Chris McLean. And we are out here in a whole new environment! That means new surprises for you and our contestants!"
Chris takes in a deep breath as he spreads out his arms, enjoying the warmth of the air. After a few seconds, he points a single finger towards the audience watching at home with a confident expression.
"Here's a fun fact for you. To give this season a twist, the island is man-made, located on the eastern side of Canada. Pretty cool, right? It's even better than the last one! It's just about as big as the places in the previous seasons, so we have more than enough leg room for some interesting, intense, incredible, explosive challenges! And trust me. They will keep you on the edge of your seats. Even our competitors. Maybe literally! Ha, ha."
There is a slight pause.
"You're wondering how we made this island? Well, it took a lot of time. I'll put it like that. No need to worry. It's completely safe to run around on. It can endure explosions and anything else that will be thrown at it. Oh, and no one will get close to using any self-destruct thing to try to rob a million. Not happening again." He narrowed his eyes at the last part.
"This is Island Savage, because it will have to take just what it is named after. Am I right?" He claps his hands together. "This season, we will start fresh with a familiar setting as the first season! 20 new victims- I mean…. competitors that have their eyes set on the one. Million. Dollars!"
The honk of a distant boat is heard. Sailing and parking at the deck is a motor boat. Inside is a big and burly dark-skinned man wearing a chef's attire. He steps out with a silver briefcase and snaps the locks free. Inside are the unmistakable stacks of cash that anyone would desire.
"Aw, man. It's been a while. Maybe too long. A few years without a show can really feel refreshing once you step foot back into it! Ha-hah! This is going to be exciting!" Chris grins. "Since it's been a while, allow me to remind you the key factors of this show."
The scene changes, revealing what appears to be an area that holds cabins. "This is where our campers will be living for the next eight weeks. No need to worry. Girls and boys are separated, in case you are wondering." Chis steps into camera view, pointing both fingers towards the camera. "We know these cabins are the roots of heated disputes and much more. Expect the unexpected, as they always say."
The scene changes again, revealing a large room with long tables and a kitchen.
"This is where our competitors will grab their grub. Teams sit on opposite sides of the rooms. The food here? Well…." Chris walks into view, heading towards a countertop. He hits the bell sitting on the window, and the burly man walks to the opposite side of it. "Chef here will take care of that. We want our campers to have plenty of protein in their diet. Ha-ha."
Another scene change occurs. It reveals a small open area with several tree stumps lined in rows. A campfire is a bit ahead.
"This the traditional and original ceremony. Eating marshmallows around a campfire is pleasant. But not here. You don't want to end up here. The losing team will find themself at the mercy of a marshmallow to determine their safety or not. Whoever doesn't get the marshmallow must return home, and they can never, ever, come back."
He walks into screen, digging through a bag of marshmallows, taking one out to eat.
"I could really use a s'more right now."
The scene changes once more. The host stands at the end of the dock this time.
"The loser of the day will be sent home through here. How will it be done this time?" He chuckles in amusement. "Well, I've decided that I really like using cannons. But I added a little twist from inspiration. Oooh, interrrrn!"
A young intern walks forward, looking at the camera nervously.
Chris slips a jetpack on the intern, and he steps back several feet away as he pulls out a remote. Pressing a button, the intern screams as they launch from the ground and soars out of sight in seconds, falling to the waters afar. Feeling amused, the host moves on.
"Convinced yet?" The host asks pleasantly. "It's time that the new season gets started. What bonds will be formed? What fights may just be stormed? Let's find out what drama will unfold on Total. Drama. Savage!"
- OoOoOoOo -
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
You asked me what I wanted to be
And now I think the answer is plain to see
I wanna be famous
I wanna live close to the sun
Well, pack your bags 'cause I've already won
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Cause I wanna be famous
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be famous
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be famous
- OoOoOoOo -
A seagull flies over the waters peacefully. Unfortunately for it, a shark lunges out and snaps it with one bite before retreating back to the depths.
Chris looks towards the sky, waiting for something. "Now it's time we meet our new competitors. They should be arriving… right about… now! There they are!"
Chef closes the briefcase and sets it by his side as a massive shadow swarms over their heads. Chris is quick to cover his ears, because a second later, a loud BOOM! cracks through the air. He grins as he slowly lowers his hands, seeing dots moving through the sky.
"And our first competitor! She can never keep her head from then clouds. Even now! It's Rachael!"
A short-haired ginger girl falls through the sky as she slaps the clouds from her face. She looks around, confused. "No one ever mentioned skydiving. Is this a test? I didn't study for it."
The camera stops focusing on her, moving up towards the next falling teen. Chris goes on. "The one who claims all the answers in class! It's Riley!"
A large brunette girl clings on to her bag as she falls in terror. "This wasn't ever mentioned! I demand an explanation! I want to talk to the peoducerrrrrs!"
The two girls fall into the water, making huge waves.
Chris steps back as water nearly splashes him from the landing. "And up next? The one who likes to keep things bright! Michael!"
A dark-skinned teenage boy falls through the sky as he can only scream. Short dreadlocks are on his head as he clings on to the black string jacket he wears. Blue shorts reaching his knees whip powerfully against the wind. "I told them I am afraid of heights, man! No planes, man! They don't listen!"
"Coming down now… Juan!" Chris announces.
A latino teenage boy falls through the sky, hugging his chest as he prepares for the worst. He doesn't seem too scared, more like shocked. Being fired from a plane caught him off-guard for sure. A white-collared shirt and black shorts may seem to be bad thing to wear to a sandy beach. A brush seems to fly from his pocket. He panics and swats at it in attempt to get it back. The second he does, he plunges in the water. He surfaces quickly, spitting out water and appearing upset that his hair got wet.
Michael on the other hand, he crawls out quickly and coughs out the water he swallowed.
Chris chuckles. "And here comes Bree!"
Next one screaming is a dark-skinned teenage girl with her hair worn in a single puff-ball. The only thing in risk of flying off is her untied shoelaces. A pink t-shirt and dark blue jeans is just about all she needs, it seems.
"This is insane! I thought we were being dropped off! Aaaaah!"
Chris chuckles as she falls into the water. "And coming down next, Tatiyana! The one who believes in fortune and horoscopes!"
Another girl is falling, dark-skinned and wearing braids in a ponytail. She seems to be just as scared. "Skydiving would suit a Sagittarius! Aaaaah!"
"And up next... a young girl with dreams! Mya!"
A Latino teenage girl is falling now. Her long black hair is tied in a ponytail, and she has her arms against her chest, wearing a blue tink-top a darker jeans. She has her eyes shut as she most likely screams internally.
Chris moves on. "The one who probably watches too much television! Here comes Spike!"
Another teen is falling, with his hair dyed green with a wild haircut that may be inspired from t.v. His clothes are baggy on him, whipping against the wind. Oddly enough, he doesn't even have on shoes. He appears cautious, not scared. He closes his eyes with confidence. "After fighting so hard to reach registrations, and checking every day to assure I was selected, I am here, at last. And now… my dream is just within reach. Finally, I can-" His words are cut off as he falls in the water.
Chris chuckles as he continues. "Here she comes! Emma! Huh. Name must be pretty common."
A thin girl with brown curly hair is desperate to not lose her glasses. Her shirt is oversized, almost swallowing her shorts. But it's the least of her worries as she screams out in absolute terror.
"Aaand… here comes Drake!"
A somewhat muscular teen wearing red and black falls through. He appears frightened, but he keeps his focus to assure he doesn't land so badly.
"Up next. Luis!"
Another teen with dark hair falls through the skies, possibly the only one enjoying it. He cheers like it is a roller-coaster ride. Within a few seconds, he seems to realize that he has no parachute, and he spots the camera falling with him. Almost in an instant, he begins to swear angrily, maybe at the producers, but thankfully it is bleeped out for the viewers.
"Easy with the language, dude." Chris chuckles as he leans back. More water splashes. "And now… Tyler! From Australia! Huh. That makes two names I am familiar with."
A tall and skinny teen with short brown hair follows through. His dragon pendant moves with the wind. His jogger pants seem unaffected by the wind, and neither is he. He cheers excitedly, not scared to the slightest.
"Here comes Yui!"
An asian girl falls through, with her orange hair against her face. She appears to be a fan of Japanese animation due to the art being on her shirt. She shakes her head to be able to see, and she spreads her arms out. "To infinity and beyond!"
Chris nods. "Aaand, Mina!"
Another girl with brown wavy hair and golden stubby earrings also appears unaffected by falling. Her shirt is halfway tucked into her light jeans. She crosses her arms. "Crap."
More water splashes. Chris keeps going. "And here is Ben, the one who likes to make fun with any situation!"
A blue-haired teen holds on to his backpack as he falls. His blue hoodie whips against the wind along with his red pants. He tries to ease his fears with a few jokes. "I guess this situation is flying by. Huh? I should had expected this from a Reality show. They never keep things plane and simple. Ha-ha…"
"And here is Judge!"
A black and spikey-haired teen is the next one seen falling. His white and gold headphones are snug against his neck as he screams on his way down. His white hoodie is zipped, with a black circle on the back. His jeans are faded, maybe worn a lot. His fingerless gloves makes his apprentice look tough, though he surely isn't acting that way.
He lands on a tree branch and jumps off to the ground. He walks away like nothing happened as he slips on his headphones.
"Huh." Chris is impressed. He turns his attention back to the sky. "Jake! The one who loves art!"
A brown-haired teen falls, the wind making his green jacket flutter. A few art supplies fly from his backpack. He is quick to grab them, and his smile fades once he realizing just how fast the ground is approaching. He quickly zips up his bag for the sake of his art supplies, and he falls through the water.
"And, huh? Is that her real name?" Chris wonders. He looks to his right, maybe talking to someone off screen. After a quick exchange, he looks back to the sky. "She goes by Nightshade! Let's see what creativity she will bring!'
A teen girl fights to keep her long black hair from getting on her face. A red streak seems to match her red eyes. Around her neck is a black choker with a moon pendant. She too, wears a hoodie, and tights may just be a bad choice for water. She is shouting in surprise. Her voice makes it clear she too, is from Australia. "WHAT THE HEEEEEELL!"
Chris moves back as water flies again. "And… Fia! All the way from New York!"
A brown-haired girl has her hair off her face, only because it's tied in a bun. She looks around in hopes to grab someone else, but realizing she is alone in her zone, she can only scream before falling in the water, soaking her jacket as well.
"Everyone here likes jackets. Is that a trend?" Chris begins to wonder before moving on. "And last but not least, Sam! Another common name!"
Another teen falls through the sky. Short cropped brown hair whips with the wind. "Why were we shot from a cannon? Is this some sort of test? How am I gonna land without a parachute? What kind of show doesn't-"
Poor Sam falls to the ground.
"Ooouch." Chris winches at this, and he laughs small. "That's gonna hurt for a while. But it seems everyone is finally here!" He walks towards the crowd who crawled out the water, groaning. He isn't bothered by it, spreading out his arms. "Attention, campers! Welcome to Island Savage! That drop was just to give you a warm up of what is expected!"
Bree is quick to help Sam up as the others check on one another, all except Luis, who crosses his arms and spits out a small fish.
"Had a nice swim?" Chris asks as he looks at the recovering teens. They all appear annoyed, except one. Chef joins Chris side, keeping a firm grip on the briefcase.
Spike stands tall. "Even a fall from the sky will not stop the fire that burns within me!"
Chis crosses his arms, a bit amused. "He's got spirit."
- Confessional -
Note: All Confessionals ("Interviews/Personal diaries" for viewers to see) are done from inside the outhouse.
Static covers the screen until it changes scenes to separate footage, showing Chris sitting on the stall of the outhouse. Flies buzz around, possibly attracted by the stench. "Check this out. This is where our competitors will go if there is something they want to share to the viewers what is on their mind. There's a camera in here for them to talk to. Explain how you feel, what questions you have on your minds, or just get something off your chest."
He winks.
"This episode may have the most we had in any other. What reason? Heh-heh."
Zzz zzz
Tyler looks at the camera before speaking. "Hello, everyone. My name is Tyler. No! Not that useless jock! Anyways, I am here to win, and nothing will stop me." He pauses, appearing nervous. "Except disgusting food." He shivers at the thought.
Zzz zzz
Luis appears to not even want to be bothered. A fly flies too close, and he swats it from mid-air. It falls, dead. "I'm Luis, and honestly I just wanna hurry up and get the hell outta here, so that I can have some peace and quiet. Everyone is so damn loud and won't leave me alone."
Zzz zzz
The outhouse stall is unoccupied, but a muffled voice can be heard outside. "I honestly don't understand what you expect me to say… Yes, I understand that it has to be something. Are there rules or anything? …. No? Okay."
The door creaks open, and Judge steps inside. In an instant, his expression switches to disgust.
"OH, GOD! IT SMELLS LIKE SHI-"
- 0000 -
"Wait…" Bree is surprised as she stares at the host. The others slowly recover and appear just as shocked. "You're not Don! We were told that he was hosting this season!"
"Dawn?" Chris echoes. "You mean that one contestant I had? They don't try to host this show."
"No. Not Dawn! Don! The host for Ridonculous Race!" Riley corrects him.
"Wasn't that the spin-off series?" Juan asks, as he brushes his hair.
"Duh."
"Oh. About that." Chris begins to explain. "The producers contacted me and asked me to fill in. He won't be able to host this season."
"What?! Why?!" Everyone blinks.
"Something came up, he's recovering in the hospital." The host explains. "So, he couldn't make it."
"Oh no!" Fia gasps. "What happened to him?!"
"He's on leave." Chris answers. "Got hurt on the job…"
- Months Ago -
A pair of men hover over the dock in jetpacks, Apparently enjoying the view.
A man with brown standing hair peers over the lake before turning to Chris. "So, Christopher. Anymore tips about this island? You hosted a few before, I know. Though I may have to relocate some of the animals. It's not very… safe."
Chris' smile fades slightly before he wears it again. "They're fine, Don. This is their environment. Can't very well destroy their home. Kinda learned that in a very unique way. Besides. Your race show wasn't all too safe either."
"It was risky, but not constantly life-threatening." Don points out. "I get that teenagers enjoy the thrill, but we don't want them to die young. Though the pair you once had, they were quite an interesting duo."
"I'm sure they are." Chris agrees as he looks around. "I think we are ready for the new season. Though it's been a few years since I last hosted this series. It's been on hold. We want to get it moving now. Fans are waiting."
"They sure are." Don says. "Well, wish me luck. I'll be sure to give this show some good ratings. I'll dedicate an episode to you even."
"Sounds cool." Chris frowns a bit again before moving on. "You know what else is cool? These jetpacks are. They are also used for eliminating contestants. I call it, 'The Flight of Shame'."
"Oh. Interesting." Don notes as he looks at the handle bars he securely grips. "So, that means they can have a nice flight back home, or to land on a boat. Thanks for your assistance."
"Yeah. Not exactly." Chris says. "Observe." He takes out a remote with a single red button.
"What's that for?"
"This." Chris grins in mischief as he presses the button, and Don's jetpack begins to shake rapidly.
Don is alarmed. "Hey. Is it supposed to- WHAAAA!" In an instant, Don rockets from Chris's side, spiralling through the air in insane speeds as he screams in terror before falling into the lake. He surfaced seconds later, taking in a deep breath of air as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He hears laughter, so he looks above. "What?!"
"Sorry, dude. There can only be one host, and that's me." Chris chuckles. "You running the race was enough, but you can't have the island. I don't want you changing it, first of all. Oh, and by the way, you are dead center in one of my new sweet challenges."
"What?!" Don notices several shark fins cutting through the water. They all surface, about 10 sharks surround him, appearing hungry. Don begins to rapidly press the button on his jetpack to fly, but it does nothing. Stuck in the water, all he can do is swim away while screaming.
- Present -
"He had several broken bones but… he should be fine soon. Accidents happen." Chris says.
"So… you're the host, then?" Mia asks.
"Yes!" Chris shouts.
Emma appears slightly concerned. Tyler on the other hand, appears more interested than before.
"No wonder why we got shot out of a plane." Riley crosses her arms, already angry. "Someone could had gotten hurt! Are you insane?! What if someone got killed!"
Sam looks at her strangely. What if? Someone did get hurt.
"Well, all of you are still on your feet and breathing. That was just a test." Chris says as he walks around the crowd who are either annoyed or concerned about him.
"A test? You can't make us so these sort of things against our will!" Riley growls.
"Yes I can. It's all in your contract. Remember?" Chris waves to stack of papers around. "Which means I can have fun with the people I love."
Michael smiles. "For real? So we are going to have a panic or something? A nature walk?"
"Precisely." Chris chuckles.
- Confessional -
Sam adjusts the slanted camera a bit before sitting on the stall. "Okay. Wasn't he in prison at one point? What did they do? Release him for good behavior?
- 0000 -
"Alright. Moving on. When I call your name, I want you to stand to the left or right side of Chef." Chris explains as Chef moves towards the crowd, who back away from him a bit. "Then we can start making some real progress."
The teens wait. Luis isn't even interested. He looks at another direction, perhaps ignoring it all.
"First up." Chris begins as he places his hands behind his back. "Michael."
Michael is alert.
"You're on the left." Chris watches him move. "Racheal. Right side."
She moves as she rolls her eyes.
"Juan?"
Juan freezes from his brushing, looking at the host.
"To the right. Riley, left side." Chris watches them move. "Spike. Left side."
Spike moves along. "Left or right does not matter, as long as I have my-"
"Yeah. We get it." Chris interrupts him to continue. "Mya, to the right. Drake, right side. Bree, you're on the left. Luis, you are also to the left."
As the teens move, Luis remains still, not judging.
"Uh, Luis? I called your name." Chris calls him, but he is ignored again. "Chef?"
Chef snatches Luis by the arm before pulling him close to his face. "You will listen when spoken to! There is no time for an attitude, boy! Front and center!'
Luis looks at him, annoyed. "Can you not breathe in my face? Your breath smells like rotten eggs."
Chef growls as the others laugh small. The laughter is quick to stop as the burly man throws Luis to the left side, knocking down Bree and Michael.
"Moving on." Chris continues. "Tatiyana and Tyler. You are on the right. Emma and Ben, left. Judge and Yui, right. Jake and Mina, left. Nightshade and Sam, right. Fia, left."
Sam raises a hand while joining the right side.
"Yes?"
"What's the point of this?"
Before Chris could answer, Riley answers. "Haven't you seen the show before? He's splitting us up to form teams."
"I thought this was a competition for everyone. Only one person can win." Sam reminds her.
"Yeah. But the teams still kinda help, you know." She frowns. "How dense are you? You ask so many questions."
"And you always answer them." Jake frowns at her attitude. She glares at him, but he doesn't back down.
"Well, the both of you are right. But teams makes things run a little smoother in the beginning." Chris explains, having all eyes on him again. He looks at the left side. "Left side, get to known one another. Those around you are your teammates. For now on…" He tosses a rolled up red flag towards Ben.
Ben catches it and it unrolls to a large flag with the image of what appears to be a flying cockroach.
"... Your team is The Crusty Cockroaches!"
"Ew!" Mya shivers in disgust. "Can we have a better name?"
"Right side." Chris ignores her question, tossing a blue rolled up flag to Juan. It hits his face unfortunately, knocking off his brush.
As he recovers his fallen brush, Tyler picks up and unrolls the flag. It opens, revealing an insect similar to a roach, with a triangle against his back.
"You are The Soiled Stinkbugs!"
Bree frowns at this. "What happened to The Killer Bass and The Screaming Gophers? Cool names like that?"
"Trying not to recycle names." Chris says. "You're at a camp. It's filled with plenty of insects."
"Can we at least be a butterfly?"
"No." Chris answers. "Those flags were not free. I won't change the name, so deal with it. You'll be fine."
Chef chuckles as few of the teens seem to regret coming here already.
Nightshade is curious. "Where do you come up with these names? Did that come from the top of your head?"
"Not really…" Chris looks at another direction.
Sam speaks up. "Okay, so our teams names are based off of gross stuff. Nice, though I'm wondering about your creativity."
- Confessional -
Chris looks into the camera. "Yeah, so like… I was torn away for a whole year from my show. My show. Plenty of time to think of challenges… and some good names. That was years ago. I just got back from taking another break… only for three years this time. It's good to be back." He crosses his arms, looking away from the camera. "Where was I? Vacation. That's all you need to know."
Zzz zzz
Chef shakes his head as he looks at the camera.
- 0000 -
"I'm just pulling your legs." Chris chuckles as he looks back at them. "Chef?"
Chef walks walks to the red flag and pulls a stickier that was the logo for the red team. Turns out hiding behind it was a different logo; A black silhouette of an ant with a white leaf behind it. For the blue, a white bee with a black hive behind it.
"Red team, you are officially… The Blazing Ants! Blue team, you are… The Stinging Bees!"
Mya raises her hand. "Um, I'm allergic to bees."
Chris sighs. "Chef?"
Chef throws a can of bug spray at Mya, who is struck on the head. She falls over with an "oof!".
"I don't like bugs…" Tatiyana begins. "But, this is better than being a stinking stink bug."
Riley looks at her team flag. "So those are our real team names?"
Chris chuckles. "Creative, isn't it?"
"No." Riley frowns. "It's terrible. I hate it."
The host's smile drops instantly.
- 0000 -
"Okay, campers. Allow me to show you where your home will be for the next eight weeks. Once you get to know each other, maybe you'll feel closer to home. You can dry up and relax there until I call you for your first challenge."
The teens exchange glances before following the host.
- 0000 -
"That's it?" Rachael scratches her head as she stand a with the group before a pair of cabins. They seem decent, actually. "Is it uh… dusty in there?"
"Good question. Here." Chris shoves a broom into her hands. "Make yourself a home. Since you were the first to land, you make the pick."
"Ummmm…" Rachael looks between the two cabins, but Tatiyana jumps up and down.
"Pick the one closer to the sun!" Tatiyana urges.
"Uh, no." Riley frowns. "Don't say that. She'll pick the opposite and I'll be forced to sit in the sun."
"Maybe she won't?"
After a few seconds, Rachael points ahead. "I want the one in the shadows."
Riley glared at Tatiyana, who shrinks.
- Confessional -
"Sorry?" Tatiyana shrugs. "It's the first day. Why is she so… mean?" She pulls out a notepad and flips through the pages quickly. "Since she is so picky and is always being a know-it-all, I bet she's a Virgo."
- 0000 -
"Good pick." Chris says as Rachel's team moves towards the cabins. "That means The Stinging Bees gets the other cabin."
Mya shrugs. "Alrighty then."
"Hold on." Sam intruttups. "This camp is co-ed. Right?" Realizing attention has shifted, Sam asks again. "Right?"
"Girls sleep on one side. Boys on the other." Chris says. "The cabins are split into two separate rooms for both sides. Anymore questions? Good. I'll see you within the hour. Get ready. Your first challenge will give you a good workout. It will be very, very interesting for you." He walks away with Chef, laughing small.
The campers exchange glances
"Am I the only one who came here only because we were told that Don was the one hosting?" Fia asks. "I mean… about Chris… he had people sent home due to them getting really hurt."
"Wait. Seriously?" Emma frowns.
"People think it's funny to watch in television, but when you are the one personally experiencing it…"
Nightshade shrugs. "Everyone knows who McLean is by now. He's famous. I'm actually wondering what challenges he did come up with. Ideas could be lacking."
"I just hope he got better." Yui says.
Mina looks towards Tyler, who appears bothered with something. "What's on your mind?"
Tyler looks uncomfortable that he suddenly has the floor. He chuckles small. "Am I the only one noticing how Chris is a bit… nice this time around? Besides his we landed, I man. First, he splits the cabins, which are in decent condition for once. Two, he changed the team names. Three, he gave that girl bug spray when he usually would ignore a complaint. And finally, he's giving us time to prepare ourselves? Something doesn't add up."
"He's right." Bree says. "Chris was less caring with each season. He is being nice on his standards."
Emma looks towards Bree. "You think he's trying to catch us by surprise? A false sense of security?"
"We are already in boiling water." Spike says. "He's softening us up before the main course is served."
"This just got very interesting." Nightshade appears a bit amused.
The teens begin to separate, heading for their team cabins.
- Blazing Ants' Cabin -
Heavy bags are dropped to the floor. Michael begins to unpack his things. "Alright. So what? Left or right side?'
"I need the left side." Riley picks up her bag and opens the door leading there. "I don't want to get sunburn."
She enters before anyone could protest.
"That girl is more picky than my grandma." Michael frowns. "And I thought she was picky."
Tatiyana looks at the group. "Does anyone know her birthday, by any chance?"
"No." Everyone says.
"Why are you even in here?" Bree asks. "Not being rude. Sorry if I sound that way… but you're in the wrong cabin."
"Oh, oops!" Tatiyana is quick to leave.
Fia rises from unpacking and looks at the group. "Come on. Let's not let one person slow us down. It's just the first day. Let's get excited! If we look dull, Chris may just try to make things more exciting than they already are."
"You mean exciting things that may just kill us, if what you say about him is true." Mina frowns. "Some people make it sound like he's a total nut job."
"Yeah." Ben says. "I heard they sent him to therapy once." Now he has all the attention. "They tried pet therapy, but they had to stop it right away."
"May I ask why?" Bree asks.
"The bird bit his ear, and it was never seen again. The only reason I believe that is because a parrot bit his finger once, and he wasn't happy with it."
The campers look at each other nervously.
"It's just a rumor. There's a ton of them floating around. Some could be exaggerated. I'm just wondering what Chris is about to throw at us."
Michael shakes his head as he picks up his bag. He pauses when a pencil falls on the floor where the bag sat. He reaches down to pick it up, noticing another bag stuffed with art supplies.
"Can you put that back?" Drake takes the pencil quickly before picking up his bag.
"Sorry, man." Michael watches him walk away before he looks towards Spike. "Uh…. do you have shoes?"
"Bearing barefoot will not stop me from reaching my daily objectives!" Spike says.
"... Right…" Michael sighs. "Alright. Let's split. Girls, you gotta go."
"So you're just gonna kick us out?" Bree frowns.
"I think they are about to change clothes or something." Fia points out. "And that guy there sorta made it clear he won't move."
Luis lays on the top bunk bed on the right side of the right room. He has his eyes closed.
"Gotcha."
- Stinging Bees' Cabin -
"I call dibs on top bunk!" Tatiyana announces as she rushes inside the cabin.
"We haven't even got to picking sides, yet." Yui points this out, but Tatiyana is too excited to hear.
Sam looks between the two rooms, unsure on what to do.
"Something wrong?" Mya asks as she pulls out a hair bow.
"Oh. Nothing." Sam responds while pulling out some rolled socks. "I was just wondering what everyone thinks of our host so far. I never saw the show before, so what should we expect?"
"Expect him to be slightly crazy." Drake answers before anyone else could.
Nightshade seems a bit excited. "I'm actually wondering what will happen. It's just the first day, so the first challenge shouldn't be overwhelming."
"You never know." Tyler says, a bit uneasy with the attention he has. "I think he may be doing the original theme of camping activities. In season 2, it was movie-themed. Season 3 was around-the-world themed. So maybe we'll do a ton of outdoor exercises."
"Whatever it is, it better not kill us." Judge says. "If he starts acting what I hear about…"
"It's on television. What's the worst he can do?" Tatiyana asks.
"You have no idea." Drake and Nightshade say.
Drake pauses his unpacking, looking towards Juan, who is busy tending to his hair. "Hey. We have to unpack. How long are you going to brush your hair?"
Juan simply looks at him before resuming.
Rachael pulls out a small brush from her bag, and frowns. "Awww. I accidently took Fizzy's brush with me."
"Is Fizzy a pet?" Mya assumes, since no person would have that name, unless their parents want them to stand out.
"Yeah. Fizzy is my pet tiger. He can get really cranky when he isn't brushed every day."
The campers all freeze from their activities.
- 0000 -
After an hour or so, the intercom suddenly screeches before Chris' voice is heard. "Attention, campeeeers! Met with me outside the cabins! Your first challenge is coming right up!"
Within seconds, the teens walk from their cabins, some pounding their ringing ears. Chris and Chef walk forward, making sure everyone is present.
"Everyone is here. Good." Chris begins. "I hope you ate before you arrived here. Chef has not yet cooked anything special, so if you haven't ate, you may be working with an empty stomach."
"Great." Mina frowns.
"Now that you are a bit familiar with your team, we can make some progress. But since I am in a good mood, and it's the first day, I've decided to hand out these nifty wristbands." Chris pulls out a handful of red wristbands while Chef reveals a pile of blue. They toss the colors at the respective teams.
"Everyone seems to be into the whole Red vs. Blue theme." Michael notes.
"Good eye." Chris says. "Anyone wearing the same color as you is on your team. Obviously, because that color is your team color. The theme for this season is Red Vs. Blue. Meaning hardcore teamwork will determine your wins or losses. Camping is all about teamwork. That is where the idea of your team names came from. Bees and ants are well known to work together to accomplish difficult tasks. They need each other to thrive. So, that is your main objective."
Meanwhile, Chef hangs the blue flag against the team cabin's pole. Once attached, he pulls on the rope to move the flag up towards the very top to be displayed up high, flowing with the wind. The red flag flows just as elegantly.
"Flags in good condition?" Bree whispers to Spike, pointing out another unusual thing.
"I sense a chaotic flow of energy radiating from McLean." Spike narrows his eyes. "The cards had been set."
"We might just get played later on." Ben adds.
Luis growls lightly at them before looking back at the host. "I just want this day over with."
A loud trumpeting startles the teens. Now Chef has a trumpet, playing the infamous military wake-up call.
"About face, campers!" Chef announces the second he is done.
"If anyone of you fails to comprehend the challenge, you will cost your team." Chris answers the silent question of why the cook yelled at them. "We will be doing a lot of fun outdoor activities that will test your brains and brawn, which is pretty much it. Opposites. Pretty neat, eh?'
"Meh." Luis shrugs.
"Wait." Fia says. "The teams will split eventually, won't they?"
"Someone's been doing research." Chris nods. "That brings another thing. You start off as a pack, and eventually, you'll find yourself a lone wolf. This season will test your strength and wits all around. If you lack one of the other, you may be in a bit of trouble. Any questions?"
Everyone raises their hands.
"No? Great!" Chris ignores the hands, earning a few glares.
"Can we just get to the challenge already?" Riley frowns.
"When I feel like it." Chris narrows his eyes. "Do you run this show? Oh, right. You don't. So zip away the whining."
"Maybe he's a Sagittarius." Tatiyana whispers to Riley, who rolls her eyes.
"Hey. Astrology girl." Chris calls her out. "Let's try not to drive your teammates crazy on the first day. One thing we can all agree on, being the first voted out is not just lame, but embarrassing. Word of advice; you might want to have your teammates like you."
Now she is quiet. The host seems pleased.
"Now then. Your first challenge is a simple one!" Chris begins his explanation. "All you need to do is run one full lap around Island Savage. The first team back wins."
The crowd is a bit confused, asking questions such as "For real?" and "That's it?" among each other.
Chris chuckles at this. He waves both hands as a signal that he's not done yet. "Hold on. That's just the main thing. I'm not through explaining. Running a full lap around will certainly wear you down. There are four rest cabins as you make your way through. You can take half an hour, or a full hour break if you need to. After all, it is a long walk. Just be aware that you choose your time wisely. Take too long of a break, and the opposing team may just outshine you. But if you decide to not take one at all, well, that's fine. But take into consideration that one or two of your teammates may not have as much stamina. You don't want them to slow you down. After all, the first full team to make it back first is the winner. In short, everyone in your team needs to make it."
Tyler blinks and looks at his teammates. He whispers low so that the host or his friend won't hear. "Now he's allowing us to take breaks?"
"Maybe those rumors of him taking therapy actually were true, and they worked." Bree whispers back, just as surprised.
The teams appear relieved about the rest cabins. Turns out this first challenge is easy, after all.
Mina nods. "So this season is really focused on how your choices affect your other teammates."
"That's exactly it, at least at the start." Chris says. "This was also partially Chef's idea. The saying of 'If one messes up, the whole team is punished' is a real deal here. Some challenges can turn bad if one member doesn't do well. All of you are like blood to an animal. I'm sure you get it now."
They nods.
"The starting line is over there." Chris points at a pair of torches that at at the edge of a dirt pathway. "Follow the path, and it will take you around the island. It will be a long walk, so it will be dark by the time you get back." He reaches down to his bag and pulls out some flashlights. He tosses one to each teen. "You will need these."
"Nice." Jake is pleased as he catches his with a single hand.
Fia catches hers, and she stares at it, unsure on how to feel.
- Confessional -
Fia appears concerned. "I've seen every season. So far, I know this is a bit unlike the host. Chris has been supplying us well. Tyler is right. Something doesn't add up here. I had this feeling in my gut that… he could be toying with us."
- 0000 -
The teams begin to line up, ready to start. Chris holds a pistol gun to fire the signal. The teams looks ahead, prepared to run.
Juan is quick to place his brush inside his pocket. Luis is not the tiniest bit pleased, and Riley appears annoyed with him.
She pushes him back. "Don't stand so close, weirdo."
Chef steps forward. "On your marks-"
"Oh, yeah. one more thing. I almost forgot" Chris interrupts again, earning a few groans. "You aren't the only ones inhabiting this island. There will be animals out there in the woods. Keep your eyes open for one big, strong, and hungry bear!"
"Say what?" Bree is alert.
"No need to worry." Chris says. "Not long after you start your lap, you'll find a pair of tree stumps with a few treasure boxes containing supplies. Red and blue respectively. Every one of you will need to cross the finish line with that box. It may repel the bear from attacking you, but, you may also pick up a box that will attract it towards you. Every box looks exactly the same. Half will benefit, and half will not. But, you can only pick one. So, it's a blind choice. Choose carefully." The terrified expressions on their faces makes him laugh a bit.
"Just great…" Mina says sarcastically.
"On your marks…" Chris fires at the sky, and the team's are quick to move. "Go, go, go!" He watches them leave. "And remember! Teamwork!"
Mina is ahead of the others, so she is the first to see stacked boxes sitting on a red tree stump. Blue is at the opposite side. "Right there!"
"Alright! Let's roll!" Michael and his team run to red. Before he could pick, he is pushed aside. "Hey!"
"Move it. I get to pick first." Riley snatches the top box and goes ahead.
Each other member picks up a box and moves quickly. They all look at Riley before each other, coming to a silent conclusion.
"I don't think she knows what 'teamwork' means." Emma says.
Blue team reaches the boxes, and they grab one each. Judge takes note of what is going on. "Looks like we might win this one. Team red has a problem already."
"Let's not jump to conclusions yet." Mya says. "We just started. Anything could happen."
"Yep. Let's just focus on ourselves for now." Sam agrees, grabbing a box and holding it firmly. Quickly, the team moves on.
Drake looks behind him, looking at the camera. "How will you keep up? I bet you and the other camera crew guys did a lot of running."
Snap!
"AAAAAH!"
Blue team freezes, and they rush forward. They are surprised to see Emma hanging upside down by her ankle due to it being snagged by a snare. She is ten feet in the air, swinging back and forth as her glasses are on the verge of falling from her face.
"Oh no!" Fia gasps. "Hold on! I'm coming!"
"Wait!" Bree calls out. "Next to her…!"
Emma looks to her left, and she holds her breath.
An active beehive. One wrong move, and the bees will be angry and ready to sting.
Judge blinks. "Man. I feel bad for them. It would be ironic if it were once of us."
"We have the chance. Let's move!" Mya urges her team. They go onward, some are reluctant.
"Nice going, genius!" Riley growls at her. "You just gave them the led."
"No one would had seen that coming!" Emma protests. "Just help me down! Anyone?"
"We got you, man!" Michael is quick to grab hold of the tree, but his foot steps on something that clicks, and the tree suddenly shakes. The bees buzz, becoming agitated.
Ben pulls him back. "There's a button there! Anymore shaking and…"
"If we can't climb, how can we get her down?!" Fia wonders. "We can't just leave her!"
"I would rather you don't!" Emma shouts. She shrinks as a few bees comes out. "Ooh…"
An intercom suddenly bursts from underground. It turns on as Chris's voice is heard from it. "Oops! I also meant to tell you. The path is littered with booby traps. Can't have a show without them, am I right? That one there was placed waaay to the side, so it's supposed to be very easy to avoid."
"Why didn't you mention this sooner?!" Riley snaps at him.
"Because, that takes away the surprises. Duuh." Chris responds. "Oh yeah. And that trap is on a timer. Take too long to free her and the tree will shake crazy. You don't want to get stung by a swarm of angry bees. So! Remember! Teamwooork~! Hah, hah-hah!"
The intercom shuts off.
"Oooh! I just knew he would come back and stab us like that!" Bree growls.
- 0000 -
The scene changes, showing Chris relaxing outside on a lounge chair next to a trailer. In front of him is a television, displaying the shot of Emma hanging from the trap. "The race has just begun, and already, The Blazing Ants find themselves trapped! It is a matter of time until they find themselves in a bad swarm of chaos. Literally! Hah-hah!"
Another intern walks to him, holding a tray full of ice-cold lemonade.
"Will the Blazing Ants be able to rescue Emma? How far behind will they be from the other team?" Chris takes a glass raises it high. "Will The Stinging Bees use this as an advantage, or will they carelessly blow it away? The situation for both sides may just get sour!"
He takes a sip of his drink, and he quickly spits it out.
"Speaking of sour, this lemonade is! You're FIRED!" Chris throws the glass at the intern. It strikes his head and shatters, and the intern falls to the floor.
Chef is quick to pick up the intern and carry him away.
Chris looks back at the camera. "Will Riley ever learn the importance of teamwork? What will unfold as both sides go further through the dirt? And WHY is there no one else giving me a better glass of lemonade?!"
Another intern is quick to run off to make more.
Chris spreads both arms out as he signs off. "Find out in the next episode of… Total. Drama. Savage!"
Episode End.
A/N: I have nothing against Don. He's a cool dude, too. But I figured Chris would hate to be replaced so...
Feel free to refer to this list whenever you feel the need to. For those who have their characters here, feel free to PM me for anything personality traits you would like to clarify!
These are the two teams!
Blazing Ants:
-Michael
-Riley
-Spike Akira Joestar (drummerman88)
-Bree
-Luis Lamperouge (S1lv3rT0ngu3)
-Emma (DBZExpert)
-Ben (BenjaminShekon)
-Jake (UltraInstinctGok119)
-Mina (GetMyBrownPants)
-Fia (RealMelodyHope)
Stinging Bees:
-Rachael
-Juan
-Mya
-Drake Raider (DonRed8)
-Tatiyana
-Tyler (Sin-Of-Wrath_Dragon)
-Judge Gray (ReaverAlphaeus)
-Yui (Xkawaii_cupcakesX)
-Nightshade (NightshadePLAYZZ)
-Sam (ChibiMaraiGogeta)
To be Continued to Chapter 2!
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