Hello everyone! The name's Ágnes, but on this site I go by SurvivalAboveAll. Lately I've been obsessed with SYOC type of stories and thought: why shouldn't I write one of those myself? So here I am, with the first chapter of Total Drama Camp. This is going to be kind of AU, everything is the same as in Total Drama Island, except this time around, it will be your characters that suffer- I mean compete. The form will be on my profile and don't forget to review if you liked this chapter!
Total Drama Camp
Chapter 1: A mother's worry
Mornings should be tranquil, with the wind as background music for the merry chirping of the little singing birds sitting under your window. Your warm breakfast should already sit on your nightstand along with a hot cup of coffee, your favorite brand, of course. This would've been the perfect way to wake up after a long night of fumbling with the paperwork of the newest, hottest reality show in the history of television.
But sadly, this was not the chase for the soon-to-be host, Chris McLean.
The obnoxious knocking coming from his front door gave him a headache even before he got out of bed and made him groan in frustration. After several minutes of lying in bed and listening to the racket caused by the person on the other side of the door, he sat up. Dark circles were present under his eyes and his hair was sticking up in every possible direction.
Why wouldn't they give up already?
As he tried to get out of his bed, he found himself floundered into the soft, luxurious sheets. Bumbling with the fabrics for several more seconds, Chris lost his balance and fell out of his bed, landing unceremoniously on the hard wooden floor. Rubbing his rear and cursing silently, he dragged himself out of his bedroom and over to the door.
"What?" He threw the front door open, a sore expression planted across his features. Chris found himself face to face with an older woman, who held a great resemblance to himself.
Martha McLean smiled sweetly at her son.
"Good morning to you too, dear!" Without missing a beat, the woman waltzed inside Chris' apartment. The man sighed at his mother's demeanor. She was always so bubbly and sweet that he sometimes felt sick just thinking about it. But alas, she was his mother, and he did love her.
Closing the door, he followed Martha into the living room. She was already seated on the sofa, patting the empty space beside her eagerly. The woman's eyes beamed with joy as she looked at her son.
Chris complied and sat down beside her mother with a perfect eyebrow raised in question.
"What are you doing here this early?"
"Do I need a reason to visit my only son?"
"Mom…" his plain tone made Martha sigh. She leaned back in her seat, and looked away from her son. Her unusually serious expression surprised Chris. "What is it?"
"It's… It's about you new job. I'm worried, Christopher. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy that you got this opportunity, it's just… I have a bad feeling about this." Chris knew what she was talking about. Ever since he was a kid, he enjoyed violence a little bit too much. "Don't hurt those kids. At least not physically."
There was a pregnant pause.
"I'll see."
He never made promises he was bound to break.
~ SurvivalAboveAll