So, this story is set in an alternate universe in which all the campers from all of the seasons were all contestants in the first season. So I'm rewriting the first season with everyone in it (except Blaineley).
I thought I'd also play around with the teams and see how that affects the relationships that develop.
I don't own Total Drama.
"Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario! I'm you're host, Chris Maclean." The man with shaggy black hair began to walk down the length of a dock, with a camera following his movement. "And we're dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television right now!"
"So here's the deal: thirty-seven teens have volunteered spend ten weeks at this crummy old summer camp. They will compete in challenges against each other and then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers." Chris looked increasingly pleased with himself. "Every two days, one team will either receive a reward or have to send one of their teammates home. For good." Chris began to chuckle at a seemingly private joke. "We told our contestants that they'd be staying in a five star resort, so if they seem a little ticked off, that's probably why."
Cue theme song.
"Everyone gather 'round! We need a group photo for the promos!" Chris said, hopping in a boat that took him several feet from the dock so that he could get everyone in the shot. "Everyone at the end of the dock!"
"My great-grandfather invented the camera. Before him, people just stood in front of mirrors for decoration." Staci said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Courtney frowned. "But what about painted portraits?"
"Oh, they were invented by my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-uncle." Staci said with a nod.
Courtney shook her head. "Painting has been around for more than just a few centuries."
"Shut up so I can take the picture!" Chris commanded.
The teens crowded around at the end of the dock and struck a pose together.
"Move in closer!" Chris called. "You're too wide for the shot!"
The teens shuffled closer together.
"Say cheese!" Chris said.
"Cheese!" The contestants replied in unison as Chris hit the button to take the photo.
"Oh, hold on. The lens cap's still on." Chris said, popping the cap off. "Okay, now smile!"
"What are you waiting for, man?" Leshawna asked when the camera didn't flash. "My face is starting to freeze up!"
"Card's full!" Chris explained, frowning as he fiddled with the camera. "There, should be good now. Everyone say 'Wawanakwa'!"
"Wawanakw-AAAHHHHH!" The contestants screamed as the dock gave out under their combined weight and sent all of them plunging into the lake.
"Okay guys, dry off and meet at the campfire pit in ten!" Chris said, abandoning the teens in the water.
"Ugh! My suitcase is drenched!" Heather snarled, kicking her expensive suitcase angrily. "My stuff is ruined!"
"You don't have to wear anything to the campfire you know, gorgeous." Duncan said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ugh, drop dead!" Heather growled.
"My stuff is soaked too." Zoey said, offering a smile. Heather was not impressed.
"Here, do you want to use my towel?" Mike asked, offering Zoey a smile and his towel. "My suitcase didn't fall in, fortunately."
"Thanks!" Zoey said, accepting Mike's towel to dry herself off with.
"No problem." Mike said.
"It's really pretty here, isn't it?" Zoey said, glancing around.
"Yeah, it's beautiful." Mike said, subconsciously leaning closer to Zoey.
"I hope we're on the same team." Zoey said with a smile.
"Me too. Speaking of teams - we'd better get to the campfire." Mike said, and Zoey nodded before they began to make their way towards the campfire, with a half-drowned Heather glaring after them.
"Hey! What about me?!" Heather screamed after them.
"This is camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next ten weeks." Chris said. "The campers sitting around you will be your cabin-mates, your competition and maybe even your friends. The camper who manages to stay on the show for the longest without getting voted off will win one hundred thousand dollars."
"Excuse me, what will the sleeping arrangements be?" Duncan asked, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "Because I would like to request a bunk under her." He jabbed a thumb in Heather's direction.
"They're not co-ed, are they?" Heather asked in alarm.
"No." Chris shook his head. Heather looked relieved. "Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other."
"Excuse me, Kyle, can I request a cabin with a lake view because I am the prettiest?" Lindsay asked.
"Hey!" Dakota squeaked. "If she gets a lake view cabin for being pretty, I should get one too!"
"Okay, you are, but that's not really how it works here." The host replied, before beginning to frown. "And it's Chris."
"I have to live with Sadie or I'll die!" Katie exclaimed.
"And I'll break out in hives!" Sadie cried. "It's true!"
"This cannot be happening." The goth girl, Gwen said in a monotone voice.
"Aww, come on guys," Owen said, grabbing Gwen and Tyler into a double headlock hug – with Gwen under one arm and Tyler under the other. "It'll be fun! It's like a big sleepover!"
"At least you don't have to sleep next to him." Tyler whispered to Gwen, nodding his head towards Duncan, who was giving a noogie to a deer.
"Here's the deal: we're gonna split you into three teams." He produced a piece of paper. "If I call out your name, go stand over there." Chris said, pointing to a spot to the far right of the campfire area. "Trent, Ann Maria, Cody, Owen, Dakota, Staci, Jo, Justin, Dawn, Noah, Alejandro and Zoey."
The named contestants gathered in the spot that Chris had pointed out.
"Nice to meet you all." Zoey said with a smile, casting a slightly disappointed glance over her shoulder at the nice boy, Mike, who had loaned her his towel.
"The pleasure is all mine." Alejandro said, taking Zoey's hand and planting a kiss on the back of it like a true gentleman. Zoey's eyes grew wide as she witnessed the gesture, and her cheeks flushed pink.
Chris threw them a rolled up piece of green fabric, which Owen caught and unrolled, revealing the emblem of a green rodent in a cream coloured circle in the middle of the flag. "From this moment on, you are officially the Screaming Gophers."
"Yeah! I'm a gopher!" Owen cheered. "Woo!"
"The next team will consist of: Beth, Duncan, Harold, Gwen, Ezekiel, Geoff, Leshawna, Heather, Tyler, Katie, DJ and Lindsay."
"Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie asked in distress as she moved over to where her team stood.
Chris threw the team a rolled up banner, this one orange in colour. Harold caught it and let it unroll, spreading wide the emblem of their team.
"You guys will officially be known as the Killer Bass." Chris said.
"That's awesome." Harold said. "It's like. . . amazing."
"The rest of you, over here. Scott, Bridgette, Lightning, Cameron, Eva, Sadie, B, Mike, Brick, Izzy, Courtney, Sam and Sierra!" Chris said. "Move move move!"
"But Katie's a Bass! I have to be a Bass!" Sadie began to wail.
"Sadie is it? C'mon. It'll be okay." Courtney said.
"And you will officially be the Thrashing Bears!" Chris said as Brick unrolled the purple flag.
"This is so unfair!" Sadie began to cry. "I'll miss you Katie!"
Katie began to cry as well. "I'll miss you too Sadie!"
"Alright campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition." Chris began. "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."
Confessionals
Gwen sat in the confessional. "So far this sucks."
The screen went snowy for half a second.
Jo appeared on the screen. "We weren't even two minutes into the game when the weak links started to appear. I wouldn't be at all surprised if the Bass lose the first challenge and boot that goth girl."
The screen went snowy again.
Lindsay stood with her back to the camera. "I don't get it, where's the camera guy?"
More snow.
Owen was standing in the confessional, looking very serious. "Hey everyone, check this out. I have something very important to say!" Lifting one leg, he farted loudly. Then he began to giggle. "Nyahahahaha!"
Snow again.
Zoey was in the confessional now. "Ew, it really smells in here. . ." She said, waving her hand in front of her nose to clear away the smell. "Anyway, that Mike guy is so cute!" She gave up waving her hand and instead pinched her nose to keep out the smell. Then she looked down and blushed a little. "I wish we were on the same team so I could get to know him better."
"Alright, any questions?" Chris asked. Nobody raised their hand. "Cool, lets find your cabins." He walked the three groups to a semi-circle composed of three rather dilapidated cabins. "Gophers in east, Bass in middle and Bears in west."
The three teams split up and made their way to their team's cabins.
"Bunk beds? Isn't this a little summer camp?" Heather asked in disgust, as she opened the door to the girls' side of the Killer Bass cabin. She stopped in the doorway to survey their living arrangements.
"That's the idea, genius." Said the goth girl, pushing past her on her way into the cabin.
"Ugh, shut up weird goth girl!" Heather responded with a glare.
"You're so smart, I feel that." Said a brunette boy to Gwen.
She dropped her suitcases in irritation. "Shouldn't you be on the boys' side?" She said, turning to face him. "And in a different cabin?" Then she picked him up and threw him out of the cabin, where he handed face-down in the dirt.
"Where are the outlets? I need to plug in my straightening iron." Linsday asked, walking out onto the cabin's porch.
"There are some in the communal bathrooms, just across the way." Chris answered.
"Communal bathrooms? But I'm not Catholic." Lindsay said.
"Not communion: communal." Chris said in irritation.
"It means we shower together." Gwen said, sitting on the porch steps. "Idiot."
"AWWW, NO! AWW, COME ON!" Lindsay wailed, while Gwen covered her ears.
"It'll be okay." Said a brunette with glasses and braces, patting Lindsay on he arm reassuringly.
"Excuse me, Chris?" Geoff called, joining Gwen and Lindsay on the steps. "Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?"
"You're all sixteen years old." Chris answered. "As old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So other than myself, you'll be unsupervised." Chris looked around at the campers who were still outside. "You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge, starting now."
"Nice." Geoff said.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHH!" A scream cut through the air, drawing campers from all of the cabins to the girl's side of the Killer Bass cabin.
"Oh man that white girl can scream." Leshawna said as they looked into the cabin, where Lindsay was shaking in fear as a cockroach crawled towards her.
"What is it?" She asked. "Kill it! Kill it!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !" Screamed DJ, jumping onto one of the beds and breaking it in half.
"That was my bed." Gwen said.
Harold ran in and began stomping on the floor, trying to squash the cockroach, which managed to evade him repeatedly.
Half of the girls screamed and moved to higher ground – the top bunks, while Leshawna and Harold tried to stomp on the cockroach.
Suddenly, Duncan appeared with an axe and brought it up. Just as he was about to swing down and slice the cockroach into two, another scream was heard.
"NO! DON'T KILL THAT POOR THING!" Shrieked a pale girl with pale blonde hair. Duncan froze, staring at the blonde girl with a quizzical look on his face. The girl seized the opportunity to reach down and scoop up the cockroach in her hands. "There, there you sweet, innocent creature."
With everyone staring after her with a mixture of amazement and disgust, the girl carried the cockroach out of the cabin.
"That's one way to get rid of a cockroach." Gwen said, still looking disgusted.
"I can't believe she picked it up!" Said Heather in a tone of revulsion. "With her hands!"
"Girl's got nerve." Leshawna said in agreement.
"If you ever see one of those things again, just call me and I'll get rid of it for you." Tyler said to Lindsay.
"Okay!" She said with a smile.
"They always go for the jocks." Duncan said, rolling his eyes.
"If you're lonely, I bet Roach-girl is free." Heather said. "She doesn't mind cockroaches – she could take you in and look after you with all her other creepy-crawly pets."
"Thanks, but no thanks." Duncan said. "I actually have standards, thank you."
"Really? A criminal like you?" Heather asked. "Can't be too wide a selection of girls who will actually have you."
"I came to thank you for not chopping that innocent little creature in half." said a soft voice from the doorway. It was the roach-girl, and it was apparent that she'd heard the entire exchange between Duncan and Heather. However, she didn't seem affected by their words in the slightest.
"Awww. . . she came back for you!" Heather hissed.
Her pales eyes met Heather's. "It was very brave of you to come here, and broadcast your insecurities to the world."
"What?" Heather asked, looking both bewildered and annoyed.
"You can't stand the idea of people disliking you without reason, so you're mean to others so that you can hide your insecurities and reassure yourself by telling yourself that that is why others don't like you." Dawn said solemnly.
Heather's eyes went wide in shock. "How dare you?! You don't know anything about me!" she snapped as Duncan began to laugh.
"But it's all there in your aura."
"My aura? Ugh, this cabin has a strict no-witches policy." Heather said, flipping her hair as she gave the girl a rather condescending wave. "Buh-bye Roach Queen."
Confessional
Duncan was still laughing as he sat in the confessional. "That was. . . priceless. Just the look on her face, ha!"
Static.
"Creepy witch girl is going down." Heather sat in the confessional, her arms crossed. "And just so you all know – I am NOT insecure."
Static.
Geoff was holding his stomach. "That was the most disgusting-
Static.
Dakota looked like she was in pain. "-grossest-"
Static.
Leshawna looked ill. "-nastiest-"
Static.
Courtney was holding her mouth as though she was going to throw up. "-vile-"
Static.
Alejandro looked just as ill. "-revolting-"
Static.
Gwen was next, looking very nauseous. "-ghastly-"
Static.
Noah looked repulsed. "-abhorrent-"
Static.
Heather was in the confessional again, looking very unwell this time. "-gruesome-"
Static.
Zoey's face was green. "-most awful-"
Static.
Owen was rubbing his stomach and looking pleased. "-bestest meal I've ever had! Delicious! I give it five stars!"
"Next time on Total Drama Island:" Chris's voice announced as the camera zoomed in on the one-thousand foot high cliff. "Your very first challenge is to jump off this one thousand foot high cliff into the lake!"
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Geoff in the confessional. "I'm looking at this guy and thinking there's no way he's gonna make it."
Static.
"I actually thought 'if he jumps this, he's going to die'." Gwen said.
Bonus point to anyone who noticed that I only changed what teams the girls were on.
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