Disclaimer- I do not own Total Drama or anything related except for this fanfic. All credit goes to the creators, Teletoon, and Cartoon Network. I also do not own the alphabet theme, that belongs to Frank15. The 27 OC's in this story DO belong to me, though, so please do not steal them or I will be very very angry face.
Author's Notes- Surprise! New side project! I've decided to alternate between this story and my other one (TDS) so I'll always have a little something to do in my spare time… so yeah. This story is dedicated to CragmiteBlaster, one of my favorite authors!
(Fair warning, this is SERIOUSLY rated T. I mean it.)
So sit back, relax, and just enjoy the show!
Day 1, Part 1: Oh Goody! Fresh Meat!
Chris McLean, the handsome host of the Total Drama TV franchise, was standing in the middle of a large airfield in eastern Canada with a massive and very familiar-looking Jumbo Jet resting behind him. When the cameraman gave the signal that they were about to begin filming, Chris flashed a large grin for the audience.
"Welcome one and all, to a brand-new season of Total Drama! We're aiming to make this season the best one yet. And as you can see by the recently repaired (by paid interns) jumbo jet behind me, we're going to be going around the world a second time! That's right; there will be new locations, challenges, and plenty of danger! We think that the grand prize will be worth all of the suffering though. Because the winning contestant will be receiving not one, not two, but a whopping THREE MILLION DOLLARS!
"On another note, the producers have decided to largely remove the singing aspect from the previous season. The reason being that a lot of people didn't sing before and still stayed in the game, which I thought was a little unfair. But don't fret; I'll still make them sing if I want a bit of cheap entertainment."
He chuckled a bit before continuing. "Now for the contestants. Since the contracts for our veterans have expired- for now, at least- we've held auditions and accepted the twenty-six craziest and weirdest audition tapes we could find. Each person's name also begins with one of the letters of the alphabet so we could… umm… you know, I'm not exactly sure why we're doing this. It was the producers' decision, not mine."
A taxi pulled up nearby and Chris smiled. "Looks like our first victim has arrived, folks. So let's give a big welcome to the first competitor of Total Drama World Tour Two: Lemmy!"
A slightly short guy eagerly jumped out of the taxi and looked around. Lemmy had spiky reddish-brown hair with a small goatee, and blue eyes. He was wearing a lime green shirt with a picture of a chicken on it, red pants, and brown shoes. Noticing Chris, he ran over and shook the host's hand frivolously.
"Hi Chris! Do you like soda? I prefer pinecones! But concrete also tastes like lemons!" Lemmy cackled madly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Chris asked the crazy teen, confused. "You know what, never mind. Just please do me a favor and stand somewhere far away from me."
"Can do!" Lemmy saluted. He ran off as another taxi arrived dropping off a girl in a white nurse's outfit and shoes, along with a large backpack slung over her shoulder. Her hair was a light, sandy brown color.
She watched as Lemmy ran around laughing like a nut, then whipped out a pen and notepad and wrote something down.
"Patient seems to be displaying symptoms of extreme hyperactivity. No known cure as of yet. Would recommend the use of muscle relaxants and pacifying medications to maintain proper bodily control… I would also recommend tranquilizer darts." she said to herself.
Chris looked at the camera and grinned. "Ladies and gentlemen, meet Carmella, our resident nurse. Here to make sure that none of these idiots suffer a painful and humiliating death."
"And to win!" Carmella added.
"Yeah, that too." Chris said dryly. "Now drop and give twenty for the third contestant of the season; it's Vance!"
Vance stepped out of his taxi and immediately snapped to attention. He was obviously a fan of the military; he wore a jungle camo shirt and pants, black hiking boots, and a pair of dog tags around his neck. His hair was light brown and mostly shaved. Large muscles were visible around his chest and arms.
"Cadet Vance McNeil reporting for duty, sir!" he saluted. "I look forward to leading the troops in the field of battle that is Total Drama! It will be a pleasure serving under you, Officer McLean."
"He called me officer!" Chris cried out in joy. "Finally, somebody recognizes me as their rightful superior!"
Vance just shrugged and looked around. He spotted Carmella standing nearby and nodded approvingly. "Nurse. An excellent choice; shows like these are known for their sheer brutality, and a skilled medic can patch up the young soldiers and send them back to the front lines. As for the little guy with the chicken shirt… he has spirit, I'll give him that."
"Well you might have trouble keeping this girl in line, Vance! Introducing Kendra!"
A lanky girl departed her taxi with an annoyed look on her face. Kendra wore a plain white T-shirt, violet pants, and black shoes with orange soles. Her black hair was spiky and came down to her shoulders; it looked vaguely like a porcupine's quills. She stormed over to Chris and jabbed a finger to his chest.
"Listen to me, McLean!" she growled, "I know how you treat all the people on this show like complete garbage, but I'm not going to put up with your bullshit, kapeesh?!"
Chris nodded nervously and backed away. Kendra then turned to Vance and gave him an icy glare. "As for you, soldier wannabe, keep in mind that I don't take orders from anyone! I do what I want, when I want, and nobody is going to tell me otherwise."
"As long as we're not on the same team, I don't care what you do." Vance said indifferently.
Chris decided to interrupt. "Moving along! Please give a warm, or should I say cold, welcome to Anthony!"
A tall boy hopped out of his taxi with a wicked smirk. "Let's chill!" he declared.
Anthony certainly looked a bit unusual. He had pale skin, spiky white hair, a light blue hoodie, white sweatpants, and blue shoes. Most noticeable was the very large, dark blue tattoo of a six-sided snowflake on the center his face.
Kendra blinked and stared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked.
If Anthony was offended by her words, he didn't show it. "Nothing's wrong with me. I'm just a cryomaniac, an expert in all things frosty. I'm sure to be a valuable asset if we visit the icy regions of Antarctica or Greenland!"
"Ooh, how wonderful!" Carmella cheered. "This will provide me with several valuable opportunities to study human skin sensitivity!"
"And I like snow cones!" Lemmy laughed insanely.
Anthony nodded. "I agree with you; snow cones are amazing. I just hope that we don't visit the Sahara Desert; I get really bad sunburn…"
"We're going to Egypt first again," Chris piped up. "So it sucks to be you! Anyway, let's all give a big hello to… *snicker*… Queeny! A rich brat who paid her way onto the show!"
Queeny stepped out of her taxi with an air of authority around her. She was a heavily tanned girl with silky brown hair, an expensive-looking pink dress coated in rubies, and white high heels. She turned her nose up when she saw her fellow cast mates.
"Everyone, my name is Queeny. And by the end of the show, it will be known, respected, and feared. I also demand the respect of my teammates as I'll surely be the most valuable player in this silly little game."
She lowered her head and glared at the others. "And a fair warning to you all, don't even try to vote me off! I can very easily pay my way back into the competition!"
"What a bitch," Kendra grumbled. "Stupid name, stupid game plan, stupid everything. I wouldn't be surprised if you got voted off first and forgot to open the parachute on the way down."
Queeny's face turned a bright red and she shook in rage. "SHUT UP, YOU FILTHY PEASANT!" she hollered. "Or else I'll call my daddy and he'll make you homeless!"
"Ooh, you sure told me." Kendra said in a very sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes.
"I think I would rather have my old drill sergeant leading us than you. And that's really saying something." Vance noted.
Before Queeny could have a meltdown, Chris shoved her out of the camera's view and planted himself on her spot; he had lost a full twenty seconds of screen time which was far too much for him.
"Go and explode somewhere else, Queeny. We're on a schedule here. So meet Ivan!"
Ivan walked over to the group rather slowly; he didn't seem to have the brightest glow around him. He had blonde hair with a few streaks of blue that covered his eyes, a white jumper, jeans worn backwards, and green-and-yellow loafers. He strolled over to Vance and shook the cadet's hand.
"Hello sir, I'm Ivan!" he greeted merrily.
"Good to meet you, soldier!" Vance returned with a much more firm handshake. "I'm Vance. I look forward to competing with or against you as we battle our way towards the prize."
"That's nice! Oh, and my name's Ivan!"
Carmella raised an eyebrow. "We know. You just told us your name a few seconds ago."
Chris cleared his throat and continued. "Good luck getting this next girl to speak to you. Here's Trixie!"
"OHMYGODAFREAKINGMIME!" Lemmy cried out in terror, grabbing Kendra and hiding behind her.
For those of you who bothered to read that, then Lemmy was correct; Trixie was indeed… a mime. Her hair was dyed white on one side and black on the other, and she wore a black and white striped shirt, black pants, a black beret, and white face paint with creepy black lipstick. Despite her appearance, she was smiling innocently.
"I personally can't believe that the producers chose your audition tape," Chris muttered. "Seriously, you're a creepy mime. What could you possibly have done to impress them? Put yourself in an imaginary box?"
Trixie frowned at the man, then mimed throwing a punch. A second later Chris let out an "OOF!" and fell to the ground, clutching his side in pain. Trixie laughed silently and skipped away to join the others.
"How the heck-? How did she just do that?" the host moaned as he slowly regained his footing. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on her. But I digress; next up we have Damien!"
A guy wearing a long, dark gray robe with the hood up practically sprinted out of his taxi. Damien's brown hair, which was spiked downwards, was slightly visible underneath the shadow of his hood. His eyes were a misty green color, and his shoes were brown. The most unique trait of Damien's appearance was that he carried a very large and wickedly curved scythe in his hands.
"The end of the world is nigh!" he chanted, raising his scythe to the heavens.
Queeny rolled her eyes. "Oh great, a doomsayer. Just what this poorly funded contest needs. I'll bet he's homeless."
Damien turned to face the rich snob. "I'll have you know," he told her calmly, "that I live in a nice house and live a good life. I just think that the world deserves to know that everyone will soon die a fiery, slow and excruciatingly painful death. But until then, I'll just have some fun here!"
"I'm having a hard time following your logic…" Anthony said, scratching his head.
Damien shrugged. "Not my problem."
Chris smiled at the camera. "He's sure to help bring in the ratings! But we're nowhere near done yet, so bring out Yuka!"
Yuka climbed out of her ride and smiled politely. Her long brown hair, done up in a ponytail, was a nice fit to her blue and white Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Her shoes were a polished black, and she also carried a Bible under one arm.
"Ooh, one of those religious girls. I'm guessing that you won't be getting along too well with Damien over there!" Chris jeered, pointing between the two.
Yuka decided to test this and shook the doomsayer's hand. "Hello, I'm Yuka. Pleasure to meet you." she said warmly.
"'Sup, I'm Damien." the boy replied.
The religious girl turned back to face Chris, who had a shocked expression on his face. "Don't underestimate me, McLean. While reality shows often treat nice girls like me like trash, I aim to break that cycle and win the whole season." she stated confidently.
Kendra smiled. "Tough. Smart. Level-headed. I bet I could really get to like her."
"Whatever, she's bound to run into trouble sooner or later. Next up we have Felipe; he'll either be a huge help… or a huge problem!"
Felipe stepped out of his taxi and waved. He was a Mexican boy with frizzy black hair and a blue one piece mechanic's jumpsuit. His sneakers were a light gray, and he was resting a large wrench over his shoulder.
"Hola chicos! Mi nombre es Felipe y espero tener un montón de diversión aquí!" he said in Spanish.
Yuka wasn't quite sure what to make of this. "Umm… that's nice. Are you a mechanic, by any chance?"
"Sí." Felipe nodded.
"Do you speak any English?" Anthony asked him.
Felipe scrunched up his face and looked like he was straining to answer. "Not… very… well." he replied slowly.
Queeny looked disgusted. "A Mexican, Chris? Really? You're honestly picking out the lowest of the low here!"
There were several gasps; Felipe looked quite offended. Marching over to Queeny, he got right up into her face and yelled, "Bueno, al menos yo no soy un malcriado, #bleep#tard snob, imbécil sin experiencia del mundo real hijo de puta!"
Kendra looked very impressed. "Wow. I don't speak any Spanish, but even I can tell that what he just said was incredibly vulgar. Nice job, Felipe."
Ivan was simply confused. "Wait, he was speaking Spanish? I thought it was Italian."
Nearby, Chris was openly laughing. "Isn't this great?" he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "We're not even done introducing people yet, and there are already conflicts brewing! But we have a time limit, so we should keep going. Go easy on this next girl; meet Ulilah!"
When Ulilah stepped out of her taxi, another series of gasps was heard.
"¡Santo cielo!" Felipe exclaimed in shock. Even Lemmy was too stunned to say anything.
Ulilah had an average build and long, light blonde hair with a sweet smile on her face. She was wearing a light purple sweater, blue yoga pants, and sandals. What had shocked everyone so badly though, was that she appeared to be about seven months pregnant.
"Sincere hello, everyone!" she greeted warmly. "Wow, so this is Total Drama? How nice! I think that win or lose I'll have a nice time getting to know you all."
"What a slut! That's what you get for being a trampy whore!" Queeny jeered meanly.
Ulilah frowned and shook her head. "No, you have it all wrong. I volunteered to be a surrogate mother for my cousin Anna; she can't have kids so I offered to help her out. Plus I'm being paid about forty grand for this."
"That was a very brave and honorable thing to do for your relative, ma'am. If I could give you a medal then I would." Vance nodded approvingly.
Ivan was jumping up and down in excitement. "That's so cool, lady! Maybe I can do that one day, too!" he cheered. Everyone present stared at him.
"O… kay." Ulilah said uneasily.
Chris whistled to get the attention back to him. "Yeah, you'll have to continue your conversation later, because we're only about halfway done. Our next contestant isn't quite the social butterfly; it's Malcolm!"
Malcolm was quite short and appeared to be bored. His hair was dirty blonde and rather tangled. He was wearing a bright red shirt with an yellow circle on the front, gray trousers, and reddish-brown shoes. Malcolm's eyes were clear gray but had a shifty look in them.
"What's up, dude?" Anthony asked the small boy with a smile.
"… Meh." Malcolm answered with zero enthusiasm. He then took his place with the others and was content to not say anything else.
"If you think that Malcolm isn't social, you haven't seen anything yet. Say hi to Brandi!" Chris announced.
"Did somebody call my name?" a female voice asked behind him. The host turned to see a girl with fiery red hair in twin ponytails watching him with her bags in hand.
Brandi was definitely from the open country. She wore a red-and-blue checkered tank top with an orange neckerchief, faded jeans, black work boots, and a cowboy hat. Of note was that her bust was even larger than Lindsay's, which had (obviously) captured the guys' attention.
She continued to watch Chris for a few seconds before noticing the Jumbo Jet behind him. Her face lit up in joy. "Oh wow! Is that one of them aero planes? I've never seen one of 'em before!" she exclaimed in a thick Southern accent. "This is absolutely amazin'!"
Damien wriggled his eyebrows at her seductively. "Glad to see that you're enjoying yourself, toots. Because just for the record… so am I."
Trixie scowled at him and mimed a slap; a second later Damien yelped in shock and rubbed the back of his head. "What the heck was that?" he asked, looking around. Trixie rocked back and forth on her heels and whistled innocently.
"Nice job, Grim Reaper boy. Now pray that the plane won't blow up when Xerxes is on board!"
Another guy hopped out of his taxi and immediately captured everyone's attention. Xerxes (no, not the same guy from 300) had on a white lab coat, black pants, red shoes, and a pair of high-tech night vision goggles covering his eyes. His hair was brown and very messy. Most interesting was that his left arm was made entirely out of metal; it ended in a five-fingered claw and medieval-style pauldrons decorated the shoulder area.
"What happened to your arm, dude?" Anthony questioned.
Xerxes grinned in a slightly mad way. "Well, if you must know, I blew it off after attempting to make a bomb out of C4 and liquid nitrogen. Apparently, I didn't add enough of the latter."
"I don't like this guy," Ulilah whispered to Vance. "He's definitely going to be bad news."
"Oh please, he can't be that bad. I bet he was just a little curious to see what would happen." Vance replied.
Xerxes' grin grew wider. "And just imagine the possibilities of what I could create with three million dollars! The world will tremble before my genius!"
Vance gulped. "Okay… now I'm a little spooked."
"Well this next person might like him. Give it up for Zillah!"
Zillah had dark brown hair with a yellow streak running through the center. Her belly shirt was white with a picture of King Kong on the front, and her pants were teal. She had sandals on her feet and carried a movie camera in her hands, which she was currently looking through.
"This is great!" she smiled. "So much to film, and so much time to do it! If this doesn't make me a movie director someday I don't know what will!"
Brandi raised her hand. "Excuse me, Miss? I thought that we were already on camera."
"It's for a project back at school for my telecom class," Zillah explained. "Whoever creates the best film, real or otherwise, over the summer gets their name put on the school's Filmmakers' Hall of Fame. So I figured that auditioning for Total Drama would get me a lot of juicy, behind-the-scenes footage!"
"I'm okay with it as long as none of it gets out on national television," Chris shrugged. "She already signed a contract promising not to anyway."
Xerxes was still grinning. "Maybe I can show her the sentient dental floss I invented during last year's science fair! Granted the judges thought that it was 'too dangerous' and 'an abomination'… yes it was a little hostile… but still, it was cool!"
Chris smirked. "Sure, go for it. Now try not to burst into tears when you're near this guy; please welcome Nate!"
A slightly tall boy exited his taxi slowly. Nate was dressed in very dark-colored clothes; he had a black drawstring hoodie with the hood up, black denim jeans, and dark blue sneakers with black laces. His hands were covered in light cloth bandages. He also wore a circular, pure white mask of an anguished crying face covering his own; the mask had a few tears painted on underneath the eye holes.
"Ewwwwwwwwwww! An emo kid! Someone get it away from me!" Queeny shrieked in terror. Nate sighed miserably and hung his head.
"Don't you backtalk him, soldier!" Vance snapped. "I'm sure that Private Nate must've had a darn good reason to end up like this!"
Nate shook his head and sadly sniffed. "No, I knew this would happen. Don't even try to defend me; probably deserved it anyway…"
Chris walked over and pat him on the back. "Keep up the attitude, buddy! Emo kids always help with the ratings. They also always tend to be fan favorites for some reason."
"I highly doubt that." Nate mumbled.
"Does anyone else want to give him a hug right now?" Yuka asked.
Chris smirked again. "Actually, our next guest will surely do that for you. It's Jessie!"
Jessie pranced out of her taxi with an enormous smile on her face. She had a pink sweater with a red heart on the center, a long red skirt, pink shoes with red soles, and long golden blonde hair that covered one of her aqua blue eyes. Much like Brandi, her chest was absolutely massive which had again entranced all of the males.
"It must be my birthday!" Damien squealed in excitement. Behind him, Trixie growled viciously and mimed a strong kick; the robed boy soon dropped his scythe, squeaked in pain and clutched his nuts as he hit the pavement.
"How does this keep happening?!" he moaned through clenched teeth.
Meanwhile, Jessie had noticed Nate moping nearby and bounded over to him. "Aww, you poor thing!" she cooed. "Do you need a great big hug to make you feel better?"
"You might as well hug an empty space." Nate replied without looking at her. "My life isn't worth anyone's time or energy. You should just go and- AWK!"
He didn't get to finish; Jessie had already picked him up and was now squeezing the life out of the 'poor thing'. I emphasize this because some of the other guys were getting pretty jealous.
"Lucky bastard!" said Felipe.
Chris stepped backwards a bit. "Gonna have to keep my distance from Preston… you'll see why in a moment."
A taxi pulled to a stop and dropped off the next… guy?
"Hellooooooooooooooo all you absolutely fabulous people!" a gruff yet high-pitched voice called out.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Ivan screamed.
Preston was a very strange specimen; he was a few pounds overweight and had his red hair done up in a bun. He wore a strapless yellow sundress with a green floral pattern and pink high heels. I sincerely apologize if you are now scarred for life.
"O-M-G, I am gonna have SUCH a lovely time here!" Preston gushed. "I can get the girls together and we can share secrets, or do each others' nails, or… ooh, does Mr. Rainy Day over there need some sunshine? I know just how to fix that!"
"Aw #bleep# my life." Nate grumbled before Preston glomp-tackled him to the ground.
Kendra seemed very disturbed. "If he ends up on my team, then I don't care what any of you people say, I'm locking him in the cargo hold."
Chris felt that it was safer to come a bit closer now that Preston was occupied. "No arguments there, girl. Getting back on track; let's give a big welcome to the most colorful contestant, Gail!"
The host was right; Gail was indeed very colorful. Her shirt was a rainbow of different colors and her slacks were a bright blue. Her normally raven-colored hair was stained with paint. She also lacked shoes, only wearing yellow socks. A pencil, paintbrush, and sketchbook were held under her arms.
"Good day to you all!" she declared, "As you know, I am Gail, an artist in training. My goal is to compete not for the money, but for an opportunity to paint the landscapes of the many wonderful and unique places we are sure to visit. But yeah, the money would also be nice."
Zillah smiled. "I like her. With my camera and her art skills, we could make an excellent duo! Hopefully we'll be on the same team!"
"Sure, you seem nice. I'd be glad to work with you." Gail responded politely.
"All this niceness is hiving me a headache; we need more villains! Tremble in fear because Seth's on the loose!"
Seth departed his taxi with a large scowl. He was clad in an orange prison jumpsuit with the right sleeve torn off, revealing that one of his muscular arms had a large tattoo of a snake on it. Seth's shoes were brown and ragged, and his hair was black and greasy.
"I pray for the safety of whatever team he ends up on…" said Yuka nervously, clutching her Bible to her chest.
Seth grinned and bared his sharp teeth. "People prayed that I wouldn't be let out of prison either, but here I am! And I've done it all; arson, robbery, carjacking, attempted murder, you name it. It's all in my record!"
"You kind of remind me of Duncan," Malcolm spoke up.
Seth's grin turned into a demonic snarl. "Duncan was nothing but a big pansy! Where did he get off, with all of that romantic garbage and his petty spray paint or carvings? That wasn't illegal; I'll be sure to SHOW you what illegal really means!"
Carmella looked worried. "This could pose a problem. I might run our of medical supplies in only a week if he's allowed to run free during the contest."
"Yeah, well, get used to it." Chris shrugged. "He's here to stay. But Seth won't be your biggest concern; not by a long shot! That honor goes to Olivia!"
A dark skinned girl leapt out of her ride with a heavy THUD. Olivia had several piercings covering her face, even more than Duncan. Her head was shaven completely bald, and she wore a sleeveless black shirt with a skull logo, shorts with a few rips and tears, and heavy dark purple boots.
"Scratch that… at this rate I'll be all out of medication in just a day." Carmella sighed.
Olivia eyed Seth and smiled cruelly. "Hey big man, you look like you enjoy causing people pain. Wanna team up and crush these losers?"
Much to everyone's surprise, Seth just yawned in reply. "Yeah, sorry babe, but I prefer to fly solo. People just slow me down, you know? But rest assured that I'll still give these chumps hell."
"Fine…" muttered Olivia. She then stalked over to Nate, who was recovering from Preston's hug, and grabbed him by the neck of his hoodie.
"Listen to me, emo runt! You're going to be my own personal punching bag while I'm here, so that my fists don't get antsy and begin hurting your pathetic friends. You got that?!"
Nate shrugged despite his current position. "Fine by me."
"She's a monster," Gail whispered to Vance. "If she tries to hurt someone, can you do something about it?"
Vance nodded. "You have my word, art girl. Olivia won't be bullying anyone as long as I'm around."
Chris was still smiling. "Only four more to go! Now, while he'll most likely wind up as cannon fodder, give a big hello to Will!"
Will was slightly shorter than most of the others, but not by much. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a shark tooth picture, orange jeans with twin chains draped across the sides, shiny black sneakers, and chain bracelets on his wrists. His long black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Interestingly, Will was twitching violently every couple of seconds.
He remained silent, giving quick and nervous glances at his fellow cast mates. When he saw the jumbo jet, though, all the color left his normally pale face and he let out an ear-piercing scream.
"NO! NOT A PLANE! NOT AGAIN; I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!" he shrieked in pure terror.
Everyone else covered their ears and cringed. "He appears to have extreme Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder!" Carmella shouted over Will's screams. "Something terrible must have happened to him in the past!"
Chris seemed unaffected by all the noise and remained calm "Yeah, Will here had a very bad experience involving a plane when he was fourteen. He won't talk about it, but the producers liked his freak-outs so here he is."
Will had stopped screaming and quietly whimpered, "It… it was all my fault… all of it…"
Jessie frolicked over to Will and gave him a bear hug. "It's okay; Jessie's here to help you make it all better!"
"Hey, what about me?" Damien called out. "I have serious issues too, you know!"
"You'll have to put it on hold, Damien; because Ellen is making her entrance!"
A slim girl with platinum-blonde hair arrived next. Ellen had a light gray shirt, a golden necklace with an eagle medallion, red slacks and hot pink dance shoes. She was listening to an iPod and began to dance beautifully for the others' enjoyment.
"Hi guys, I'm Ellen! As you can see, I like to dance. It's a wonderful talent and I'm aiming to teach the people of the world to express themselves with it!"
"Oooh, you'll just HAVE to teach me how to dance sometime!" Preston cheered. "I'm guessing that you can show me a good lap dance for the men!"
Ellen stopped her routine and stared at Preston with a weirded-out expression. "Umm… I'm sorry? You want me to show you what?"
Preston continued, "You heard me, darling! My skills will become so suave and sexy that all the boys will come running!"
"… I'm going to stop listening to you now." Ellen stated nervously.
Chris decided to interrupt before things got too scary. "And now for the last male contestant of the season; here's Randall!"
"What's up, McLean?" Randall asked the host as he left his taxi. He was very tall with tangled, dusty brown hair. His red hoodie and blue denim jeans were battened down tightly with duct tape at the ends of the sleeves and ankles. Randall's sneakers were gray with red soles and laces.
"I'm doing alright, buddy. Still as rich and handsome as ever! Hahaha!" replied Chris with an arrogant tone. "Say, what's up with the duct tape? That's not something you see everyday, brah."
The younger boy grinned. "It's to help lessen wind resistance. Practitioners of parkour have to be as swift as possible, you see."
Ivan scratched his head. "What's parkour? Some kind of skin disease?"
"Nope!" Randall laughed. "Here, I'll show you!"
He moved so quickly that nobody noticed at first. Randall sprinted towards the plane, jumped with a stylish midair flip, and landed on the jet's landing gear. He then scurried in a lizard-like fashion up the side of the aircraft until he was perched on the top. With a final jump, Randall landed on the tip of the tail and struck a pose. Almost everyone below clapped at the impressive display. Though some didn't.
"What garbage! All he did was jump around; it wasn't even that interesting!" Queeny scoffed. Nearby, Trixie mimed a strangling motion but nothing happened.
"Randall, get down from there!" Chris barked. "If you fall off and die we might get a lawsuit! Eh, whatever; it's your funeral. So, our last contestant hails all the way from Switzerland and might teach Chef a thing or two about food! Give it up for Helga!"
The last taxi came to a stop and dropped off a chunky yet kind-looking girl. Helga wore a white long sleeved shirt with a white apron, black pants and greasy black boots. Her eyes and hair were both hazel; with the latter done in short twin pigtails. She was also wearing a large chef's hat.
"Hello everybody! My name is Helga, and I shall be your chef for this journey, ja?" she said in a thick German accent. "Along the way, I also plan to teach large angry army man on plane how to cook delicious meals, ja?"
"¡Por fin! No más comida de mierda!" cheered Felipe.
Helga laughed. "That's right, funny Mexican boy! And that's not all; if I win the money I will open my own restaurant and you all get free passes!"
"That sounds lovely; can we let her win?" Ellen asked Chris.
"No! She'll have to compete just like the rest of you." the host responded. "Now that we're done here, let's all head inside the Total Drama Jumbo Jet! I'll explain the basics and any twists once we're all settled."
Everyone cheered and ran off to board the plane. Will, however, stood rooted to the ground.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING THROUGH THAT AGAIN!" he screamed.
Olivia grunted and hoisted the panicky boy over her shoulder. "Come on, wimp! You're slowing us down; and the sooner I have that money the better!"
"I'm really going to like this season," Chris chuckled. "There's gonna be action, danger, embarrassment, and… Randall, get off the plane! Sheesh!"
Later, the twenty-six contestants and Chris were standing in the jet's Second Class lounge. There really wasn't much to see; only seats with harnesses, a small television, and luggage compartments were of any note. A mouse scurried across the floor as Chris began to speak.
"Welcome to Second Class, where the people who aren't winners will be staying! There isn't much to do here, so you'll probably have to improvise if you get bored. Though we might have a few board games stored somewhere."
"This place is crap," Zillah grumbled. "And didn't a part of the wall break off last season?"
Chris shook his head. "Nope, that won't be happening again! We fixed up the plane to be as safe as possible. Here, let me demonstrate!" He then pounded the wall with his fist. A second later, it broke through the rusty metal and left a small hole, making the contestants gasp in fear.
"Umm… Chef can fix that." Chris told them hastily. "Let's move on, shall we?"
Soon, the group found themselves standing in a dimly-lit room with many boxes scattered around or piled up on top of each other.
"This is the Cargo Hold!" Chris announced. "The place where evil schemes are hatched and secrets are revealed! Pretty much the only reason we bother to keep a camera in here. Other than that, it's nothing special."
"I dunno… I kind of like it here. It's nice and quiet." said Nate softly.
They were next led to a gold-painted room with luxury massage chairs, fancy curtains, a water cooler, and other high-class items. Chris spoke up, "This is First Class, where the winning team will spend the night! It's got everything that you could possibly need in order to kick back and relax. Pray that you stay here often, Will."
"It's nicer than where I live!" Brandi pointed out.
Queeny sneered. "No surprise there, country yokel. Back home, I have a queen-sized bed with drapes, a wardrobe with all the latest fashions, and servants that are ready to cater to my every whim… something that this plane obviously lacks."
"Hey, sometimes Chef brings you guys snacks!" Chris argued.
The next area was more like a Super First Class. The walls were a solid gold, the floor had a soft fluffy rug, a comfy sofa was propped against one of the walls facing a huge 52-inch plasma TV, and a gold-plated Jacuzzi was situated in the opposite corner. A large poster of Chris was tacked onto another wall. Clearly, this was a slice of heaven.
"Now this is the luxury I deserve!" said Queeny approvingly.
"Dibs!" Lemmy chirped.
Chris waved a finger at them. "Not for all the hair gel in the world, you two! This is my private quarters, where NONE of you are allowed. However, I can be lenient, so the MVP winner of any challenge is free to spend the afternoon with yours truly. If that isn't the greatest reward ever, I don't know what is!"
Ulilah seemed to be thinking hard. "So we can have access to ultimate luxury… but we'd have to spend it with you. Hmm, choices."
"Shut up! You'll love hanging out with me, I swear!" whined Chris.
Next stop was a small hallway connecting Second Class with the airplane canteen. A few bathroom doors were on either side, with one sporting a sign saying "Confessional."
"That's the confessional. If there's anything you want to say in private, go ahead, but please try not to hog it or people might throw a hissy fit."
"I call first dibs!" Xerxes declared as he ran inside.
(Confessional- Traveling the world, just like everyone else!)
Xerxes- "Hmm, so this is the confessional? Booooring. But I digress; with my special gadgets and very large brain, I'm sure I can breeze on by to the finish line!"
Jessie- "I want the others to know that I'm here to help them with their problems and cheer them up. Oh, I have an idea!" (She pulls out a marker and writes, 'Jessie has hugs for everyone!' on the wall.)
Damien- (He grins slyly and writes, 'Damien approves of this!' underneath.)
Nate- (He looks at the graffiti and writes 'Nobody wants to hug Nate'.)
Preston- (Chuckles and writes, 'Preston does!'.)
Trixie- (She laughs silently and writes, 'LOLOLOLOL'.)
Brandi- "Why is there writing on the wall? Is this that 'texting' thing that I've heard people like to do?"
Will- "GET ME OFF OF THIS PLANE!"
The next stop of the tour was the airplane cafeteria. Several long tables and benches were lined up, along with a few vending machines and a small television that was currently broadcasting a baseball game. Everyone present was very surprised to note that another person was seated at one of the tables, eating a bowl of cornflakes.
He was a heavyweight and dark skinned teenage boy with shaggy black hair, a backwards green baseball cap, a green jacket, jeans and blue-and-white shoes. The boy also had a five o' clock shadow and hazel eyes.
Malcolm tapped Chris' shoulder. "Hey Chris, who's that guy?" he asked.
"I… have no idea," the host admitted.
Chef poked his head through a serving window nearby. "For your information, McLean, 'that guy' happens to be my nephew!" he growled. "I promised my sister that I'd look after him while she's on vacation!"
"But… but," Chris stuttered. "Alright, fine! He can stay here until we find a suitable place to leave him. What's his name, anyway?"
Chef's nephew stopped eating and looked up. "They call me Jar-Money." he stated in a deep voice.
(Confessional- Does not own any money.)
Seth- "'Jar-Money'? What the hell kind of name is that?"
Chef Hatchet- "Yeah, I promised my sister Pickles that I'd look after him during the show. Kid's real talented, too; he's a part-time rapper and studying philosophy at school. If pretty boy gives him any trouble… then he gonna get it!"
Anthony- "Does anyone in Chef's family have a normal name?"
Jar-Money- "Hmm… nope, probably not. I don't really mind, though; Uncle Chef always makes sure that nobody laughs at his family."
Chris blinked. "Wait… if you're here, then who's flying the plane?"
"Auto pilot. Have it set for Egypt." Chef replied.
"Thank goodness!" Chris breathed in relief. "Well, we're running out of time, so that does it for this episode! Guess we'll have to visit the Drop of Shame room later. But I leave you with the following questions: Who do you, our loyal audience, want to win? Who do you want to watch crash and burn? Is Nate going to die? Will Zillah get any good footage for her silly project? Who will be voted off first? And just how totally awesome am I, seriously? Find out next time on Total! Drama! World Tour Two!"
Eh; it could have been longer, but I like how this chapter turned out. Got the basic ideas down and all the characters introduced. And just so you know, Jar-Money is going to play an important role in the story.
I would've had this done sooner, but a MASSIVE hurricane hit the area where I live and knocked out all the power for three and a half days. Stupid weather.
So what do you think? Like it, hate it, or do you just not care? Feel free to PM me or leave a review if you want; criticism builds character, people!
Next time: The teens visit Egypt, the teams are formed, a pyramid is conquered and camels make a prominent appearance. You know, the usual stuff.