AN: This is my first story, so chances are that it may not be perfect. Please feel free to review and I'll try to correct any errors. This is currently set about a year or so after World Tour, just to allay any confusion.

Prologue:

"How the bloody hell did I get roped into doing this?" a British accented voice complained.

The voice in question belonged to a 20-year-old young man, with mid-length dark brown hair swept to the left with a shock of green tinting his fringe, and slightly pale Caucasian skin. He was wearing a red and black t-shirt with intricate patterns all over it, navy jeans with a few tears here and there, and a pair of green lab goggles hanging from his neck. His eyes, which were a faint hazel colour (bordering on fully green), were currently narrowed in annoyance and exasperation at the two men standing beside him.

This was Jay Hunter. He was an amateur scientist who had recently been conducting some experiments with samples of chemical waste that had been illegally dumped on a remote island in Canada. Unfortunately, this particular island was Pathicew Island, the former location of a popular Canadian TV show called Total Drama Island.

And Jay was unlucky enough to be caught on the island, right after it had been repurchased by the show.

The main target of his glare was a tanned Canadian/Newfoundland man around his height, with chin length black hair styled into a windblown look, black eyes full of mischief and a hint of sadism, and an admittedly handsome face which was currently sporting a smug grin. He wore a dark blue button t-shirt over a white long-sleeve, greenish brown khakis with white and blue shoes and a shell necklace around his neck.

This was Chris Mclean, the host of Total Drama Island and its following seasons, who was known to be an absolute sadist that would go to nearly any extreme to cause misery and mayhem for the contestants, just to bring in great ratings for his show and his own twisted amusement.

"Because…" he explained with a shrug, never losing his grin. "It was either you work for me this season, or you get sent off to jail and likely all your precious research 'smart guy'. But hey, if you really don't wanna be here, we can always just call up the RCMP to come pick you up, right Chef?" He nudged his companion, who simply gave a grunt.

Chef Hatchet, or 'Chef' as he was usually called, was an absolute brick-house of a man with bulging muscles almost everywhere, and towered over Jay and Chris by a good few feet. He had African-American skin, a moustache and goatee combo, and (though you couldn't see it under his shirt) a ships anchor tattoo on his left shoulder. His clothes consisted of a cream coloured shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark brown pants and boots, and topped off with a chef's apron and hat.

Jay grumbled, but as much as he hated to admit it, the pretty boy had a point. When he was discovered unintentionally trespassing on the island, the fine he was given was far too high for his recently low accounts to pay due to how much money he spent on his research, and he was on the verge of being arrested. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Jay had managed to make a breakthrough with said research before being caught; a breakthrough that caught the attention of Total Drama's producers.

They offered Jay an ultimatum: they would pay off Jay's fine and completely return all of his equipment and research, in exchange for him becoming a co-host for their latest season and using his breakthrough as part of the show.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, well he couldn't exactly refuse, now could he?

So now here he was, trapped on the very island he'd unknowingly been trespassing on, forced to work for one of the most sadistic men in the world and expose over 22 teenagers to an experimental Mutagen; all for the sake of bring massive ratings to a show he didn't even like that much and avoiding jail-time.

'Oh joy~'

Sighing in resignation, Jay turned around to face the sea, where a small group of boats were slowly making their way to towards the island docks. As Chef left to take care of some last-minute errands, the hidden camera crews got ready to roll and Chris checked his hair for the hundredth time, Jay thought to himself 'I just hope these blokes will be okay with being turned into a mutant for the summer…oh don't be a numpty, of course they won't!'

End

AN: So, what do you think? Does this story have potential? If so, feel free to review and to send in suggestions for what the campers should be mutated into. I already have a few plans in mind, but I'll happily welcome any ideas you may have.

Until next time, Cheerio!