Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island, Action, or World tour, and I am not making any money off of this story.
Summary: It's finally over! Total Drama World Tour has run its course. Cody lost the girl, the million dollars, and is currently trying to outpace lava, but at least he can finally go home. But the next thing he knows, he's on a boat to camp Wawanakwa…and Chris welcomes him to Total Drama Island?
Chapter One: Day One, Take Two
It was all so familiar, as it should have been. There were some moments in life that stuck with you, for better or worse. The slowly rotting dock, the disgusting campground behind it, the handful of bored teenagers standing behind the excited and entirely conceited host, it all brought about a strong sense of deejay-vu that he had never felt before.
Well, the fogbank he'd passed through to get here was unfamiliar. And when had he gotten on the boat in the first place? The last thing he could remember was swimming for his life with everyone else.
"Cody! The Codester, the Codemeister!" The host smiled brightly as he brought his hand up and pointed dramatically at him.
"H-hi Chris," Cody awkwardly returned the gesture. There was something so familiar about this. Ignoring the hosts disappointed look at his lack of enthusiasm, he walked to the back of the group and tried to think about what was going on. Oh he knew what was happening, but his mind was having trouble understanding why. Distantly, he heard Chris welcome the few campers who got there after him before asking them to group together for a picture.
He realized he was forgetting something, even as he got into place and smiled. Not just about the show, but something…imminent.
A loud, ominous creak from the old dock gave him a hint. And he had just enough time to make an 'oh' sound before it finally gave way and dropped them all into the ocean. The cold water shocked him out of his stupor.
"Does this seem familiar to anyone else?" Cody blurted out, almost pleadingly. This was way too real to be a dream. Most of the others just looked at him with confusion or annoyance.
"Totally! This one time, I was at summer camp, and one of the others had this pet termite farm. And I was all," Izzy started rambling on about one of her past exploits. Cody didn't listen. Not even when Heather finally yelled at her to shut up. He was too busy trying not to scream.
Cody followed, slowly trailing behind the others while Chris gave them a tour. A thousand different possibilities were running through his mind. Was this an illusion, a drug induced stupor like the one Sierra's love-me-tea had put him in, or just an elaborate prank to get one more laugh at his expense?
No, this was way too detailed to be fake. And if Chris had the technology to fake this, surely he would have broken it out long ago. And Sierra's drugged tea had left him dazed and weak, not on a trip down memory lane. The last option seemed the most plausible, but even that seemed unlikely. His friends wouldn't do that too him, and there were no secretive glances or snickers coming from the less controlled cast members. This was the same awkward atmosphere that they'd all felt on the first day they met.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't even notice when he was sorted into the Screaming Gophers for the second time.
"You have half an hour to unpack and then meet me in the main lodge, starting now!" Chris announced, leaving the teens to interact.
Cody went to unpack, not even investigating when Lindsay's scream shook the campground. He already knew about the cockroach and less than a minute later the thud of Duncan bringing an axe down on it was heard.
Where'd he get it anyway? Cody wandered, before shrugging it off as unimportant and unpacking his stuff. Not even realizing he hadn't followed Gwen into her cabin, or hit on the girls on arrival.
Deciding to just go with it for now, Cody finished unpacking and followed the other teens into the mess hall. Chef was busy working on what could only be described as slop. Cody felt a sense of morbid fascination as Chef added four eggs, with shells, and most of a bottle of tobacco sauce.
The self-proclaimed ladies' man let himself get placed in between Lindsay and Heather. At the time, he would have been thrilled to be sitting next to two beautiful girls. Even if one was as bright as a wet match and the other a manipulative witch. And an even more unpleasant version then the one who had gotten to the final three with him, his Heather had two seasons and some humility shoved down her throat, this one was all attitude.
"Listen up! I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day! Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your buts down now!" Chef Hatchet's introduction was as fierce as he remembered it. But after three seasons and having seen the man in less hostile conditions, and several dresses, Cody was less intimidated.
Cody heard Chris walk in, Geoff asking if they could order pizza, and Chef's rather intense objection. This involved throwing a cleaver past Geoff's head into the wall.
"It's cool G! Brown slop is cool! Right guys?" The blond got out quickly while Chef Hatchet continued to glare at him from across the room.
"Anyway," Chris said, trying to draw attention back to himself. "Your first challenge begins in one hour!"
Cody took a minute to remember exactly what had happened during their first challenge. It didn't seem like something you'd forget, but after three seasons and so many life threatening situations it didn't stick out much as you'd think.
Then it came to him, and he felt his heart sink.
"It's only our first challenge, how hard can it be?" He overheard DJ try to console Katie on the other table.
He and everyone else stopped and stared when Cody dropped to the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Oh, they would all know better soon.
"Okay, todays challenge is three fold. Your first task is to jump off this one thousand foot high cliff, into the lake!" Chris announced to the group.
"Piece of cake," Bridgette assured Tyler.
"If you look down, you will see two target areas," Chris proceeded. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic man eating sharks."
To the shock of many, several of the predators proceeded to jump out at different parts of the wider area. Even knowing about them, Cody couldn't help but be unnerved.
"Inside that area is a safe zone, that's your target area. Which, we're pretty sure is shark free."
Now that's reassuring, he thought sarcastically.
"Excuse me," Leshawna began to object.
"For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below," Chris continued like this, unfazed. "Inside each crate are supplies you'll need for the second part of the challenge, building a hot tub!"
"The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub part tonight! The losers will be sending someone home," Chris declared!
Cody watched as the Killer Bass were called up first, and listened as Owen tried to assure his teammates that the challenge had been tested to be survivable.
Having seen all the bonus footage from the season one DVD set and several of the hospitalized interns, he knew better than to be assured.
Cody watched as everything played out exactly as it did before. Bridgette went first, followed by Tyler who crashed right into a metal buoy, then by several more successful dives by the other team. DJ chickened out, siting a fear of heights and was forced into a rather embarrassing chicken hat. He tuned them out until he heard Chris talking to Courtney.
"You can chicken out if you want, but it might wind up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you," Chris finished with a satisfied smile.
"It's a calculated risk. I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump," Courtney declared confidently.
Looking at his team, Cody could honestly see her point.
Katie and Sadie's panic attack when they refused to be separated was expected, Chris giving in and letting Izzy switch teams so they would shut up was too.
Watching Leshawna argue with Heather, followed by her throwing the smaller girl off the cliff was all the more satisfying the second time around. Even if he knew she wouldn't be quite as bad in the future, say a year and a half from now, he knew she wasn't that person yet.
Everything played out as planned while his fellow campers began methodically throwing themselves off of the cliff. And he did take a few moments to enjoy seeing Gwen in her black two piece, but was more restrained about it then he had been before. Then it was time for him to take the plunge.
"Cody, you're up dude." Chris looked expectantly at him. Beth had joined Courtney and DJ in the chicken group, leaving only him and Owen to take the drop.
"I'm going to pass dude." I already know I won't win, so I might as well spend as much time relaxing at the resort as possible.
"Suit yourself," Chris smiled and put a chicken hat on his head. "Chicken, you take the long way down."
"Your team needs this win to tie dude, no pressure," Chris assured Owen, who stood there smiling.
"Okay there's pressure!" Chris wiped the smile off of Owens face.
Cody could make out the cheers, jeers, and Heathers demand that Owen jump off the cliff. Owen calmly walked backwards while putting on a pair of water wings.
"Talk a good run at it buddy, you can do this," Chris encouraged him.
"I'm going to die now," Owen seemed to say to no one in particular. "I'm going to totally die now."
"You probably will," Cody thought out loud. "And I know everyone down there is expecting you to bite it if you actually go through with this. You're like an all you can eat buffet to sharks."
Owen paled dramatically, and started inching backwards from the edge of the cliff.
"I mean, if you miss, the sharks will be all over you," Cody continued, unaware of how he was affecting his teammate and the odd looks he was getting. "They're supposed to be attracted to blood, but you smell like barbecues sauce and-"
"I want my mommy!" Owen screamed, running back towards the camp with his hands in the air.
"See, I knew the other team couldn't make it!" Courtney crowed in triumph, looking as dignified as someone in a chicken hat and bikini possibly could.
Beth and DJ both gave Cody vague looks of disapproval, while Cody looked after Owen, thoroughly confused.
Chris was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "That was sick dude, I thought he was going to wet himself."
Chris took a moment to gather himself before picking up his megaphone. "Okay, Killer Bass win the first part of the challenge. Everyone report to the beach for part two."
Unfortunately, the second part of the challenge did not go at all as it should have. Between the lack of wheelbarrows, Heather's condescending attitude, and the other teams gloating, there was not a lot of team spirit to pull them through that night. Instead of the sturdy construct that they had managed the first time, the only managed to half finish before Chris came to inspect.
It didn't take Cody long to figure out what had gone wrong, and he felt guilty at having psyched out Owen like that. The larger boy was taking a lot of abuse from the rest of the team. And he was added to that once everyone figured out that he's psyched Owen out.
Confessional
Owen sat on the stool nervously. "I really feel like I let the rest of the team down today. I mean, I think I might not even make any friends today."
Heather glared back into the camera. "Three losers today, but I think Cody would be the hardest to control. Kid's a weirdo! He is so gone."
Leshawna shook her head sadly. "Bad day, but we can't keep people around if they're gonna bring the rest of the team down. Sorry small fry."
Then, the dramatic bonfire ceremony came.
"Screaming Gophers, at summer camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life!"
Chris gave them a moment to let that sink in.
"You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest, and you can't come back, ever. The first marshmallow goes too…Trent!"
Christ continued the ceremony until only Beth, Owen, and Cody were left. The same people that had refused to compete in the first days challenge.
"That just leaves our three chickens, you guys really let your team down today and one of you is out of the game."
Chris let the dramatic tension build for a moment before he handed out the second to last marshmallow.
"Beth," the farm girl squealed in delight and rushed to claim the fluffy treat.
"And the last marshmallow goes too," Cody couldn't help feeling the tension a little, even though he hadn't intended to try to win.
"…Owen." The blond boys celebratory yell left Cody stunned, even after he ate his treat.
"Sorry Cody, the dock of shame is that way bro." Chris smiled and gestured to the waiting dock. Owen actually looked sorry for him as he walked past.
Still stunned, Cody slowly made his way to the dock. A glance at his now former teammates didn't yield much sympathy, though a few members did look at him and wave goodbye.
I wonder if this is how Zeke felt, he wondered. Shocked and a little ashamed that he had been the first of so many teens to get the boot.
The boat of losers looked as inhospitable as ever in the darkness, though Cody could vaguely make out Chef behind the steering wheel. If nothing else, he would be leaving in one piece as opposed to being in a body cast and getting fished out of the water.
The boat glided its way through the choppy water into a fog bank, and Cody felt a heavy presence in the back of his mind even as weariness overtook his body.
Then he knew no more.
Cody slowly rose from the boat floor, wondering why he was there instead of at the resort.
A glance towards their destination, showed a familiar island, with a familiar dock and an anxiously waiting crowd of people.
No way, was the only thing that came to mind when he got off the boat and Chris walked up to him.
"Cody! The Codester, the Codemeister!" The host smiled brightly as he brought his hand up and pointed dramatically at him. Cody couldn't even bring himself to return the gesture and walked away leaving Chris to glare after him for the perceived snub.
I'm reliving the first season over and over again, Cody accepted. But how am I supposed to end it? I don't have to actually win do I?
That thought chilled him, and he looked around at the twenty-one other competitors from the first season. He weighed their strengths and weaknesses against own and came to a harsh but undeniable conclusion.
I am so screwed.
What can I say? This plotline gives me more freedom with the cast than any other that I can think of. Also, this seems to be an original idea as far as the Total Drama section is concerned. Now, a few things I want to make clear.
1. I know this is the first thing that I have updated in forever. But the idea for this story hit me hard, so I'm running with it as long as I can. When I get back to my other stories is uncertain, but I will keep writing.
2. This takes place just after the end of Total Drama World Tour, when the volcano erupts, what happens after that to everyone is officially AU right now.
3. I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, but things will change as Cody affects them. So things will start out like Total Drama Island, but will likely end up very differently.
4. The final couple for this story is undecided. Cody still has feelings for Gwen right now, but that could change as he gets to know the other girls a little better. But I highly doubt this will end as a harem story, though the idea could make a humorous one-shot.
5. You should not yet know how/why this is happening. You'll find out when/if Cody does…and after I figure that part out. Don't worry, I'll think of something!
6. Reviews, especially constructive ones, always inspire. I don't think any writer ever wrote slower because of too many reviews, so tell me what you think.