Hello, thank you for clicking in and welcome to Spiraling Maelstrom. Now, I want to say that I started thinking on a crossover like this ever since I read these stories:
1. What a Dramatic Life by Mumei Mu.
2. Total Drama Preview by blackheart0009
3. Total Drama's guardian Naruto by The warrior of worlds.
I thank blackheart0009 and the warrior of worlds for letting me borrow some of the elements of both the plots from their works, I hope that I can do justice to them and to you.
Another thing that I want to point out is that I am relatively new to writing Fanfiction, so I am a little nervous(read: Freaked the FUCK OUT!)about this, so if anyone wants to send a PM or write a review with tips to improve my writing or the way any of my stories can be straightened out I'd be very thankful.
In addition, I want to clarify that this will be a Godlike Naruto fic, meaning that our favorite blonde ninja won't be having any life-endangering battles soon, so if you don't like that type of stuff, you can always click away, no one's making you read this, and besides, if you somehow stumbled onto this story, you should first see my profile, I think I've made a very articulately concrete message that shows the reasoning behind my liking to certain types of fics.
Also, English is not my first language but I have Grammarly to help with whatever mistakes I may commit.
Finally, I must say what is always present on any fanfiction: I do not own any of this. Neither Naruto nor Total Drama is in anyway my property.
¡Knock! ¡Knock!
That thumping sound was what woke Chris McLean out of his self-proclaimed beauty sleep. The knocking just wouldn't stop, no matter how much he moved around his bed to block out the sound or how much he kept pressing the pillow against his ears, it was just constant knocking …..And knocking…and knocking.
'No, Chris, you can't have postman eating tigers, or Jehovah's witness eating piranhas or ex-girlfriend repellant mutant kittens, we need to give the money to the contestants or we'll get sued, blah blah I'm a producer blaaaaah' He 'fondly' remembered the words his producers said when they were discussing how to invest the money they gained with the Total Drama franchise. It's been years since its first season was aired and some of the contestants who were a little peeved at the*cough* accidents that occurred during the series threatened to sue the show and himself. Luckily (Or unluckily depending on who you're talking) an agreement was made in which the former contestants would get a piece of the profit in exchange to be part of any future reality shows, be it as a guest star, judge, host, etc.
Some of the guys were not so pleased that they had to be in his company(which is baffling because he's awesome, in his humble *Read: factual* opinion), but they were relieved that they got, at least, some compensation out of it.
! Knock! Knock!
He groaned into the mattress when the knocking began anew. After five minutes of non-stop knocking on the door, Chris had had enough and bolted out of the bed like he would if someone told him he ran out of hair gel.
The door had been almost knocked off its hinges when he opened it, the dim light of the veranda revealing the face of one very annoyed and pissed off Chris McLean. His raven black hair was all over the place, unlike when he is in front of the cameras(one thing he subconsciously is grateful for), his bloodshot eyes twitching, his teeth showing in a snarl while his breath comes out as a puff of smoke, showing his breathing through them and he's sweating profusely, wet stains all over his blue, rubber ducky pajamas.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL HELLS DO YOU WANT?! IT'S THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING!" As he screamed to whoever was that disturbed his slumber, veins started bulging from his neck and a slight trail of drool ran down the spiky and scrubby five O'clock shadow on his face.
"..."
He kept that pose for a couple seconds as he started to realize that he was screaming at nothing but air; there was no one on his front Porch and he was standing there looking like an idiot. Great, now he was hearing stuff, he was totally going nuts (Somewhere around the world, a smiling green-eyed redhead sneezed before shrugging her shoulders and giggling)
Chris looked around to see if someone was hanging around in the woods. He set one foot out of his doorframe when suddenly he felt his toe hitting something. He looked down to see a small DVD case, leaning down to pick it up he noticed that the case was black with just a piece of paper that had the words SPIRALING MAELSTROM.
Blinking at the title, Chris opened the case and saw a disc on one side, with a note on the other. Chris didn't know why, but as soon as his eyes locked onto the note, there was a shiver that ran its way down his spine, like whenever his vic*ahem* contestants as he lectured them on a new tor*ahem ahem* challenge.
Taking the note out of the case and opening it, he started reading:
Hello, Mr. McLean
I've been watching your show for a long time and I gotta say, I was a fan from the get go-
Chris stopped reading because he did not want, no; he REFUSED to know that there was a psycho fan out there who knew where he lived. While he was not opposed to any kind of worship, he still had a limit to his fans, and if there was something that was out of that limit, it was watching, reading or reviewing any type of mail that was personally sent to his house. He shivered at the thought of some of the things crazy fangirls and, even scarier, FANBOYS that he was unfortunate enough to get via mail.
He read a little more to see if his hunch about a crazy fan was right.
I'm sure that once you start reading this, you'll think that I'm some sort of "dedicated" admirer in pursuit of you. you need not fear. It's just that I needed a way to get your attention as fast as possible, and considering some of the ...events that have taken place during your show, passing as an obsessive fan was the most efficient way.
Now, the disc on the case is not an audition tape or anything of the like, it's really just something that you might consider as a way of amusement or, at least, see how different your some things could have gone.
Chris raised an eyebrow at the last part. Now, he might not be the smartest guy in the world, but whatever that part about how things could have gone sounded a little too ambiguous for his liking,hell, for all he knows, the note could be meaning an entirely different version of his show, which sounds kind of absurd, who would have the time and budget to find all of the contestants and shoot a different version of Total Drama series? And even then, how much of a deviation of the series would it be?
Not to mention the unwritten question of how it would compare without his white-hot star power?
I guarantee you that this will be something you fancy to see, I only ask you to watch at least the first half of the pilot, nothing more, nothing less. If you decline, then feel free to dispose of the case, this note and the case to your heart's content, but if you decide to watch it, then after watching the first half, show it to the cast, the first season cast at least.
You might be asking for who I am and why I would go this far for you to see this. Well, let's just say that I am someone who likes getting reactions out of people.
Sincerely
Uzu.
He finished reading the note feeling various emotions, the main ones being confusion, nervousness, and anticipation. Whoever wrote the note, expertly drew his attention and left him wanting more.
Changing his gaze from the note to the disc, he felt that he needed to see whatever was that this Uzu character sent him.
He folded the note, pocketing it in his pajama shirt and closed the door. He walked to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker before going to the TV set and putting the disc on the DVD player.
He was shocked as he witnessed a visage that he definitely wouldn't have associated with any show on the series, however, instead of stopping the video, he just moved to get the coffee and sit on his couch with his upper half leaning forward, encased in the what Uzu wanted him to see.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished watching the pilot's first half, he was already dialing Chef's phone number.
This was going to be very interesting.
Weeks after the delivery of the DVD, we find Chris alongside his employee/only kind-of-not-really friend Chef Hatchet inside a theater, waiting for their audience to start rolling on the disc. Following his showing of the same clip to Chef, they started making arrangements to bring the crew from the first season so they could watch it along with the rest of the episodes as well, and even though they were reluctant, they never heard Chris or Chef sound this excited or urgent before, and that was saying something considering how eager Chris was whenever they had to face a potentially life-threatening challenge.
"ARGH!
The aforementioned hesitation also provided with the current situation.
"Why aren't they here already?! It's been forever!" Chris was flinging his arms while stomping back and forth. He and Chef were waiting for the teens behind the curtains because Chris wanted to surprise them and Chef was with him because he just didn't want a headache caused by Chris throwing a tantrum...as you can see, he didn't predict it happening regardless of his company.
"...It's only been twenty minutes" Chef told Chris while dragging a hand down his face. Sometimes he really wished he heard his mama and became an accountant, or a TV cook, or anything that wasn't this.
"I know right?! that's just rude, and I've done all these preparations!" he stopped in front of Chef with his arms folded and his face down. Chef just knew he was pouting, he just knew.
"If I were them, I would take at least an hour" Chef rolled his eyes when he heard Chris gasp while covering his mouth "usually, everything you do that qualifies as a surprise-
"causes lots of drama, meaning great ratings and lots of money?" Chris deadpans as he looks up to Chef.
Chef just returns the stare "I was going for bodily harm and humiliation, but sure, go with that"
Chris raised an eyebrow at Chef while leaning back to look at him better "didn't know you had a soft spot for the kid-" he stopped talking as he tried to shrink down as much as possible under Chef's glare.
Obviously, that plan didn't work as Chef just leaned down as his eyes became bigger and his neck became bulgy "Who the hell was talking about the maggots?! Do you know how many times I had my ass almost bitten off by a shark for one of your goddamn surprises!? His eyes were getting bloodshot as he stared into Chris frightened ones.
Chris was trembling while trying to come up with something to prevent a potential ass whooping, and apparently the powers that be decided to help in that regard.
"What do you think Chris would want us here for?
Both Chris and Chef stood straight and walked slowly to peek from the curtains to see who arrived first, from the sound of the voice, it seems that Noah was there but when they oked their heads out, they saw that Owen was with him alongside Beth, Lindsay and Justin.
Owen was with his head down a bucket of popcorn(unsurprisingly); Noah was reading a book; Justing was cheking himself out with a mirror and Lindsay was talking with her best friend while they took their seats
Owen threw his head out of the bucket while munching on popcorn before swallowing with a not so quiet gulping sound "I think he wants us to see a movie or something, what about you Justin"
Justin put the mirror down to address Owen "I hope it's nothing about a show" he grabbed the mirror to smile at himself "The cameras are not ready to for this face again, let's give them a little rest"
Lindsay added to the conversation "I hope it's a fashion show, oooh, you think thay'll let me have some dresses, Beth"
Beth just smiled at her friend "Linds I don't think we're here for a fashion show"
"Cause god forbid he lets us have anything resembling happiness" They all turned their heads to see Duncan with Courtney and behind them Cody, Tyler, Bridgette and Geoff.
They sat down while the rest of the cast started arriving, they went taking their spots normally, unlike Izzy who just popped up scaring the crap out of Leshawna.
They were all bickering between each other until the lights went out and a spotlight shone down at the stage while smoke began to seep out of the floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, gracing you with his unmatched charisma, looks without equal and all around marvelousness is your host with the most, CHRIS MCLEAN!" a voice they recognized as Chef's boomed around the theater as slowly a figure rose out of the smoke at the center of the stage.
"Hello, hello, no no autographs please, hugs and offerings later" Chris was his hands up in a surrendering gesture while keeping his eyes closed to the crowd.
"..."
When he heard nothing in return to his entrance, he opened his eyes to see the guys join in a collective deadpan stare.
He turned to see Chef with his hand out in a give me motion, to which Chris grumbled something about smartass cooks and getting no appreciation as he fished in his pockets for his wallet and gave Chef some money.
"...That was the worst fashion show ever" Lindsay not so naively judged.
Chris coughed into his hand before addressing the audience "Hello former campers, it's good to see you again"
"Can't say the same" Duncan snarked back which got him some chuckles.
Chris just ignored the response while smiling "anyway, you're probably wondering why we brought you here, thing is that I got a little thing for you-
"Oh HELL to the NO" Leshawna stood up from her seat glaring at Chris while pointing at the host "We ain't got the time nor the patience for more of your freakshows, I don't care if it's total drama musical, total drama mariachi, or total drama fucking teletubbies, you better not be talking about getting us into one of your shows.
Everyone turned to Chris with an accusatory look, making the host give a surrendering gesture quickly "Woah woah, guys, it's not that, I swear"
That made them relax a little. Just a little.
Chris just sighed "Look, guys, the deal is that recently I got something in the mail that I thought you'd like to see" He put a hand on his back taking out the DVD case and threw it to the closest person in view. Which was Lindsay. She wasn't ready.
"Ouchie, my nose! She rubbed her nose while the cast gazed at the DVD case on her lap.
"Spiraling maelstrom? The hell is this?" Heather asked as she frowned at Chris "This isn't one of your movies, right?
Chris shook his head "Nope, in fact, it's something completely unexpected, it's total Drama...but different"
Heather raised an eyebrow "what do you mean different?" She gasped before scowling "This better not be a porn parody, Chris!" She knew he was weird but this is just creepy!
Chris wailed his arms around "What! No! it's like I said, It's us but in different version!
"Well, if this is not a porn parody, then why are we here? Courtney asked Chris with a hand on her hip.
"Look, I got the DVD with a note that told me to watch the pilot and if I liked it then I was to show it to you, so here we are" He gestured to all of them.
They stayed silent for a couple of seconds until the case was grabbed by a giggling Izzy "c'mon guys, it could be fun!" she started bouncing around on her seat "Oh we could be superheroes in this, or vampires, or zombies, OH! We could be superheroic vampire zombies, Can we wacth it, please please please?!
"Dammit Fine, if it gets ginger psycho to shut up, well watch it" Heather huffed as she threw back the case at Chris who caught it and handed it back to Chef so he could play it. Soon as Chef got back, they went back to their spots, this time with Chris and Chef at the back of the theater.
They weren't so sure what they could be expecting, but they just decided to bear with it and see what was it that Chris and Chef were so excited about.
And that's it! this is the first chapter of my Reaction/original fic, the guys are going to witness their total drama adventures, but it won't be as similar to what they think it'll be. Hope you guys enjoyed this pilot and remember to review or PM me if you got any advice or anything.
See you guys later!