This fic is a collaboration from myself and I'll Cover Angel and Collins. This is one the most messed up projects we have undertaken. There's a lot of smut, violence, drugs use, cursing and references to so many fucked up events among other things in this fic. Be warned, this fic is sinister on so many different levels. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I'll Cover Angel and Collins and I do not own Total Drama. We are not making a profit from writing this story.
DISCLAIMER 2.0: The events that happen in this fic are not to be repeated in real life. I've never been to jail before, but I do know that it is no walk in the park. Trust me on this one.
One day, Duncan was drawing penises on every car he encountered on the street he was living on. Furthermore, the delinquent was using permanent marker. So far he drew dicks on every car in the neighbourhood except for one. Duncan went up to the car and smirked. He believed that he was going to get away with it as he always does ever since Total Drama ended. But just as Duncan removed the cap from the marker, the unexpected happened.
"THOSE DO NOT LOOK LIKE HUMAN PENISES! THEY LOOK LIKE CROOKED ARROWS! IF YOU ARE GOING TO VANDALISE AUTOMOBILES THEN COULD YOU AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO BE ANATOMICALLY CORRECT?! GOSH!"
Duncan turned around. A horrible sight met his eyes. Right on the doorstep stood Harold. He was glaring at Duncan. Duncan mentally punched himself. How could he forget that his worst enemy was living in that house? But the delinquent stood his ground.
"Yeah? Well what are ya gonna do about it?" Duncan threatened, raising his fists.
"I've already done something about it! Gosh! You're such an idiot, Duncan!" Harold snarled.
"You WHAT?!" Duncan growled.
"I've called the police," Harold informed him. "I told them what an idiot you are for being completely incapable of drawing penises and that you should be locked up because stupidity is contagious."
"You, you bastard!" Duncan cursed Harold.
"I'm not a bastard," Harold corrected Duncan. "My parents got married before my eldest sibling was conceived."
"Well I'm outta here! See ya!" Duncan turned around and took off. But Harold was having none of it. He chased after Duncan.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE! YOU HAVE TO FACE YOUR PUNISHMENT! IDIOT!" Harold called after Duncan. Duncan responded by giving his pursuer the middle finger.
...only to run into a pole.
Harold caught up with the delinquent and tied him up to the pole with a rope he had in his pocket.
"What are you doing?!" Duncan shrieked.
"Detaining you, in case you decide to be an idiot again and run away," Harold replied, as if the answer was obvious.
"You do realise you could get arrested for that," Duncan warned Harold.
"Only if the cop who's arresting you is an idiot," Harold shrugged.
Soon enough, a police car showed up and parked near Duncan and Harold. Duncan's father stepped out of the car, scowling. "Duncan, what did you do this time?" he demanded. Before Duncan could respond, Harold cut him off.
"Your incompetent son does not know how to draw male human genitals on vehicles despite having male human genitals himself, effectively rendering him an idiot."
"Is this true, Duncan?" Duncan's dad glared at his son. "Did you draw obscenity on other people's cars?"
"All I know is I would've gotten away with it if that fucker didn't tie me up!" Duncan scowled.
"Don't worry; I'll be arresting both of you," Duncan's dad scoffed as he unbounded Duncan from the pole, only to slap the cuffs onto his son's wrists.
"What?! You're arresting me as well?!" Harold shrieked.
"You have no legal authority to be detaining people like that," Duncan's dad lectured.
"You're just like you're son!" Harold scoffed. "Now I know where he gets his stupidity from!" Before Harold could say more, he got cuffed as well.
The journey to the police station was a nightmare for Duncan and his dad. Harold kept spewing random facts about stuff they were not interested in. The torture continued at the station. Harold's 'amazing facts' were pissing everyone off. Harold's parents refused to bail him out, and Duncan's dad and mam decided that Duncan should not be bailed either because they were sick and tired of dealing with his arrests.
The trial was held a week later. Duncan was sentenced to six months in prison for vandalism. Harold was originally sentenced to four months in prison, but was ultimately given the same sentence as Duncan. They were immediately escorted out to the place where they'd be spending the next six months.
Wawanakwa Penitentiary.
Duncan and Harold were introduced to the correctional officer, Chris McLean. He was wearing the usual attire correctional officers wore, which was similar to that of a police captain.
"Wait a minute… you work at a prison now?!" Duncan scowled.
"Hey, I gotta make money somehow," Chris shrugged. "Since Chef is so eager to see you, I figured he should get you prepared for your sentence before Harold."
"Typical," Harold shrugged. "The writer's pet must always be an idiot! GOSH!"
Chef Hatchet showed up. He wore the usual attire prison wardens wore, which is similar to that of a security guard. Duncan would never admit it, but it did make Chef look pretty butt. And handsome too. Anyway, Chef took Duncan away. After Chef dragged him into a room a few corridors from the entrance, Duncan was stripped out of his clothes.
"You have a nice body," Chef smirked at Duncan.
"Uh... thanks?" Duncan asked, slightly crept out.
"You're welcome. Now it's time to inspect you for drugs." Chef immediately pushed Duncan stomach down onto the table. Without warning, Chef inserted his finger up Duncan's anus. Duncan let out a yelp, but Chef continued to finger him. After around twenty seconds Duncan began to feel comfortable. Probably too comfortable. He let out a low moan as Chef probed deeper. After Chef withdrew his finger, he flipped Duncan over on the table.
"Uh... sir, I think you are sexually harassing me," Duncan protested.
"Just relax," Chef assured the delinquent in a seductive tone. "Open your mouth wide as I inspect your mouth," he added, turning on a torch. Fearing Chef would do something far worse to him than what he is doing now, Duncan opened. Chef inserted the same finger he inspect Duncan's mouth.
"I'll be supervising the male wing of the prison," Chef informed Duncan. "Just to make sure you're safe. Now the inspection is done, so I'm gonna put on yer uniform for ya." Duncan cringed, but Chef went and ahead and put the orange prison uniform on him. Duncan was also horrified at the thought of Chef watching him.
"Now it's time to bring you to your cell," Chef told Duncan. He led Duncan to his cell and locked him in. "You kids have fun," Chef laughed.
"Hello Duncan," smirked a familiar voice.
Duncan turned around. "Mal!" he gasped.
"Remember me?" Mal smirked, stepping out of the shadows. "We used to be cellmates in juvie three years ago."
"You got me in all sorts of trouble, you bastard!" Duncan snapped.
"Too bad," Mal teased. "And just so we're clear, I make the rules of this cell."
"I play by my own rules!" Duncan shouted.
"Lucky for you, the only rule is that if we have sex in here, I get to decide who's on top and who's on bottom," Mal stated. "If I want to be on top, I will. If I want to be on bottom, you'd better give me a satisfying experience. Oh, and don't ever touch my stuff without my permission. You know and I'll beat the shit out of you," he added.
"You said there was only one rule," Duncan smirked.
"Unless you want to relive the memories from when we were 16 I'd suggest you'd not touch my stuff," Mal glared.
Duncan huffed. "Fine," he glared back. "But don't you dare touch my stuff without my permission!"
"I'll agree to that as long as it's not your junk," Mal smirked, staring at Duncan's crotch. Duncan noticed this and was crept out again. He was not going to like it here.
Down the hall on the female side of the cells Beth was being shoved down the hallway by a guard until they reached a room. Once the door slammed shut, Beth was face to face with Blaineley.
"I shouldn't be here!" Beth sobbed "I only stole ONE candy bar! I did it for Justin!"
"Look where that got you." Blaineley laughed and walked over to Beth and grabbed the girl, slamming her up against the table in the room and pulled her pants down. "Time for a cavity search."
Before Beth had a chance to say anything, Blaineley took her perfectly manicured red nails and placed a glove on her hand before inserting two fingers in Beth's hole, making Beth squirm and Blaineley laugh as she moved her fingers around inside the girl longer. Truth be told, it was obvious that Beth was clean but Blaineley liked seeing her squirm. Once Blaineley was done she removed her fingers from Beth's asshole and placed the same gloved hand in Beth's mouth.
"I thought these were removed." Blaineley sighed. "You still have braces?"
"I needed to get them back on..." Beth complained. "I hate them!"
"Good." Blaineley laughed. "Braces can be ripped out of your mouth and used as a weapon, so I'm going to write on your chart to have them ripped out of your mouth as soon as possible. I would love to do this now but I just got my nails done, I'm sure Chris will enjoy ripping these out."
"You can't do that!" Beth yelled. "My parents paid good money for these!"
"Yeah and you wanted to buy candy and ruin them." Blaineley threw a jumpsuit type outfit at her. Beth put it on as Blaineley instructed her to throw her old clothes on the floor. The outfit that she was wearing felt like a burlap potato sack.
"I did it for Justin!" Beth yelled. Blaineley didn't care at all.
"Let's go, time for you to go to the cell." Blaineley escorted Beth down a long hallway and then to the end of the hallway. She unlocked the cell and shoved Beth in. Beth couldn't believe this was happening to her and it was all because of fucking Justin! Beth saw that Izzy was her roommate and she was scared, the last thing she wanted to do was have sex with Izzy and she knew that Izzy was known for that and most likely the reason she was there in the first place.
"Beth! Hi." Izzy hugged her. "We're going to have so much fun! I get the top bunk and you get the bottom! I hope you like being eaten out because I'm looking forward to it! But don't worry I'm not going to do it now, that's fun for later! It's almost time for lunch anyway! The guys are on one side and the girls on another! When we eat and have our hour of free time the guys and girls get to hang out! It's so fun, I'll have to find us someone to have a threesome with!"
When it was lunch time and everyone was getting their food, Duncan was trying his hardest to stay away from Harold and Mal, this was annoying him badly because it seemed like everyone from the show was there and he couldn't get away from any of them. He looked over to see Trent sitting at a table by himself and laughing, he was jealous of Trent and his ability to get people to leave him alone. Duncan found a table alone to eat at only to have LeShawna sit across from him.
"You too?" Duncan sighed.
"Yeah, everyone is stuck here." LeShawna played with her food. "I'm starting to think Chris is running a reality show and a prison at the same time."
"At least Trent gets people to leave him alone." Duncan sighed. "Harold's been bugging me and he's the reason I'm here."
"Trent is sitting with the number 9." LeShawna told him. "That's why nobody is sitting anywhere near him."
Duncan rolled his eyes. "Why am I not surprised? I bet I know how he ended up here."
"If you were correct, he'd be in an insane asylum instead of here," LeShawna laughed.
"How did you end up here anyway?" Duncan asked. "I drew dicks on people's cars just for the fuck of it."
"I was accused of 'assault'," LeShawna huffed. "Harold hit me for being an 'idiot', so I hit him back. It was a spur of the moment. Harold cried, reported me and when I gave my side of the story, the court would not believe me just because I was stronger than Harold."
"I bet that's how most of the people ended up here then," Duncan shrugged. "I hope Chef isn't cooking our meals."
"He's supervising your side of the prison," LeShawna told him. "He wouldn't have the time. Gordon is the chef."
"Gordon?" Duncan's ears pricked up. "Do I know him?"
"He was on the Aftermath episode where Gwen and DJ were interviewed," LeShawna explained. "He got to speak to DJ on a video chat and he's from London, Ontario. His meals are better than Chef's, but..."
"ALRIGHT! EVERYONE HURRY THE FUCK UP WITH THEIR MEALS! I HAVE TO MASTURBATE SO FUCKING BADLY! YOU'VE GOT TEN FUCKING MINUTES OR I'M THROWING YOU ALL OUT!" shouted a ginger-looking fella who was standing at the door into the kitchen.
"Oh," said Duncan. "Who's you cellmate?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Gwen," LeShawna replied. "I used to like her, but now she's just creepy. She keeps begging Blaineley to swap cellmates Heather so she'd have Courtney as her cellmate. Chris keeps intervening and turning Gwen's requests down 'for some reason'. Still, it's better than having Bridgette as my cellmate. She's my friend, but without Geoff she goes through withdrawal syndromes and molests whoever is too close to her. Geoff has the same problem. That's how they ended up in jail. The two were apart for seven hours after getting stuck in a crowd at a 30 Seconds to Mars concert. Who's your cellmate?" she asked.
"Mal," Duncan groaned. "We were cellmates in Juvie and for that reason alone my time there was a living hell."
"Oh good," a familiar voice sighed with relief. "I'm glad you know where Mike is!" Duncan turned around to see Zoey. He rolled his eyes.
"Mike is one of Mal's alters," Duncan told her.
"No he's not! Mike got rid of all his alters after pushing the reset button!" Zoey shouted.
"Girl, for the millionth time, this is all a trick Mal is pulling on you to mess with your gullible mind," LeShawna rolled her eyes.
"And a reset button? Seriously? You can't cure MPD with a reset button," Gwen interjected.
"Didn't you just appear out of nowhere?" Duncan asked, bewildered.
"I'm looking for Courtney," Gwen explained. "Have you seen her anywhere?"
"No," lied LeShawna.
"She could be lost," Gwen suggested.
"I'll help you look for you," Zoey offered, seeming to have forgotten that Gwen corrected her.
"Thanks Zoey," Gwen smiled. They walk off in search of Courtney. When they left the lunch room Courtney climbed out from the table where Heather, Alejandro, Jo and Scott were eating at.
"Wow, this isn't you, Princess," Duncan smirked. "How did you end up here?"
"Up yours, Duncan!" Courtney snarled. "My reason for my incarceration is none of your business! And stop calling me Princess! You don't get to call me that!"
"You ended up here because you committed murder!" Harold corrected Courtney. "You murdered the mayor of your town by hiring an assassin! Are you so stupid that you forgot?! GOSH!"
"Hey, it's not my fault the election was rigged! I should've won! I was a CIT!" Courtney screamed. "And I would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for you, you goddamn prick!"
"You killed a mayor?" Duncan laughed. LeShawna elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up.
"Stay out of it!" Courtney snapped at Duncan. She diverted her attention back to Harold. "You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight, because the whole prison is here all because of you," she hissed at Harold.
"It's impossible to sleep with one eye open!" Harold corrected Courtney. "GOSH! You're such an idiot, Courtney!"
"Wait- Harold is here with us?!" Eva rose up from her table. "YOU RATTED ME OUT YOU FUCKING WANKER! I WILL CRUSH YOUR SKULL!" she bellowed, pointing her finger accusingly at Harold. Before she could inflict any pain on Harold, she was apprehended and sedated by Blaineley. Blaineley dragged Eva's body away.
"TIME'S UP! NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA MAH FUCKING CAFITERIA!" Gordon roared, running out of the kitchen with a knife in his hand. "RAAAAAAAAAAHH!" he shouted as he proceeded to chase everyone out of the canteen.
The guards unlocked the doors and everyone looked confused and walked into the room. There was a beat up couch and a small book shelf with 4 books on it, the windows didn't open and had bars on them. There were also pictures of Chris all over the wall and a dusty told rug. When the walked in there they found sitting on the chair and looking at all of them with a big smirk on his face.
"Hello Guys." Chris smirked. "It's nice to see you all again!"
"Seriously?" Heather glared at him. "You're in a prison? Seriously? Did you really have us all arrested? For minor crimes?!"
"Minor?" Chris laughed. "You're all here because of the illegal things that you've done."
"I was returning a library book when you kidnapped me." Cameron raised his hand and informed Chris.
"Yeah, it was overdue!" Chris told Cameron. "What kind of human being would return a library book late?"
"Why does this prison only have cast members from Total Drama?" Gwen looked around. "Also, why can't I be roommates with Courtney?"
"Because roommates are already assigned." Chris sighed. "Anyway, I would like to welcome you all to Total Drama: Prison! I have camera's everywhere, including the shower area and I can air whatever I want as long as I blur out the nudity."
"We're not playing these games." Heather crossed her arms. "I take it back, I'm not playing, maybe these morons want to play this game but I don't and I'm leaving."
"You're all under contract." Chris laughed. "Security! Please take Heather to her cell. Here's how it works, you play the game and the last one that survives is the winner! There are no teams and every week we're voting someone out of here. If you get voted out, there is no playa you get sent to solitary confinement where you'll spend all your time until the game is over."
"How do we get voted out?" DJ asked. "Are there challenges?"
"Only challenge is survival. You'll be with each other most of the show and whoever gets on people's nerves the most gets voted out."
"Can I beat up Harold?" Eva asked
"Yes, yes you can." Chris laughed. "With that being said, since Harold helped get most people arrested I'm giving him immunity so you can't vote him out first! I mean, who wouldn't want to vote him out first? He may be the most hated person! Blaineley is in charge of the girls and if you have a penis then you're with Chef. Of course if anyone needs to talk to me I'll be in my private quarters that are nicer then this dump. Have fun!"
Everyone groaned in unison. This all made sense now. No wonder the whole cast is in prison! No wonder Chis is the correctional officer! No wonder the wardens are Chef and Blaineley! No wonder Gordon is the Chef!
But before the inmates could gang up on Harold, Blaineley escorted the females and Chef escorted the males to their cells.
Beth and Izzy were in their cell. Izzy was spying on the cell across the corridor. In that cell were Bridgette and Staci. Bridgette had Staci pulled onto her lap and the surfer chick was licking the back of Staci's neck.
"Yeah, did you know that my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather invented grooming?" Staci fibbed. "Before that, everyone was filthy! How sad!"
Bridgette ignored her. She continued to lick Staci to take Geoff's absence of her mind. She only got to ride him for three hours today and that was not good enough. Izzy was watching all of this in amusement. An idea got into her head. She turned around to face Beth.
"Hey Beth!" Izzy chirped. "Izzy heard you are still wearing braces even though you don't like them! Izzy has a solution!"
Beth began to feel anxious. "Um… that won't be necessary, Izzy."
"Nonsense, just let Izzy do the licking," Izzy laughed, grabbing Beth's chin and inserting her tongue in the wannabe's mouth. Surges of both pleasure and terror were running through Beth as Izzy licked her teeth. Izzy enjoyed the feel of metal scraping through her tongue.
Duncan and Mal were fighting. Both of them wanted the top bunk, but unfortunately, someone had to take the bottom.
"Last time you had the top bunk and every night I had to deal with you shaking the bed because you don't know how to jerk off quietly!" Mal scowled.
"I need to do my carvings without getting caught!" Duncan scowled back.
"Well tough!" Mal huffed. "I'm having top bunk and that is final! Besides, I was here before you," he added.
"We'll fight for it then!" Duncan slammed his fist into his other hand.
"You're on, my little bitch!" Mal did the same gesture Duncan did. He threw a fist at Duncan. Duncan retaliated. As the fight continued, Geoff and DJ were watching this from their cell across the way. Geoff was perched on a chair and DJ was perched on Geoff's lap. DJ was sobbing quietly because he did not like that Geoff was constantly kissing him just because Bridgette wasn't around.
So what did you guys think? This will be a big project so things will only get more messed up from there. This is the first time I have collaborated in fan fiction. I'll Cover Angel and Collins has collaborated many times. She's currently writing Desires with Torie Rilistkrytcat and it is just as fucked up as this fic will be. ICAAC and I are happy to be writing together because we write really messed up stories and together we can make it intense!