It's simple, Chris thought, I just gotta find a way to get every contestants on a road trip across America, seems easy enough, I hope. The famous host of Total Drama had been tasked with hosting the sixth season of the show; they had also put him in charge of acquiring the contestants, not easy considering they all lived in the far corners of Canada. He picked up his mobile and dialled a number.
"What do you want!" Chef bellowed down the line, making Chris flinch, "I'm trying to wank here!" Chef stated as Chris screwed his face up in disgust,
"Didn't need to know that," Chris winced, "Anyway, season six is a go, I need knock-out gas pronto, meet me at my cottage," Chris promptly hung up and walked over to his desk where he sat down and began crazily drawing plans for capturing the thorns in his side over the past few years. While his pencil flew around the page rapidly the doorbell rang, making Chris jump and causing him to draw a large line across his page. Chris breathed deeply and stormed over to the door and flung it open.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" He screamed, waving his arms about wildly, "YOU MADE ME RUIN ALL MY HARD WORK!" Chris brought his paper from the table and thrusted it in the visitors face.
"That's just some squiggles," Chef deadpanned as he strode into Chris's cottage. "Here's your knock-out gas," Chef said placing the canisters on a coffee table, "What else do you need me to do, I'm here now." Chfe looked quite upset that Chris called him out during his 'me time'
"Well, you need to help me capture the contestants so that the contest is a go, or we don't get payed," Chris said enthusiastically while Chef glared at him,
"Speaking of getting paid," Chef's took a step to Chris, "I still haven't got my paycheck for season one, two, three, four and five," Chef seemed to be twice as tall as Chris cowered in fear. A trickling sound was heard as a wet patch formed in Chris's pants causing the egotistical host to blush red with embarrassment. Chef guffawed as he saw Chris's predicament.
"Now that is funny, now give me my paycheck," Chef demanded as Chris nodded over and over before running off to some part of his house. Chef just sat on the couch and turned on the TV and began to watch his favorite TV program.
Chris walked through his house grumbling madly, he now had to splash some of his cash to shut Chef up and he also had to change his pants, lucky him.
"For fucks sake, stupid fucking co-host, he has no fucking respect for people who are better looking then him," Chris ranted to himself as he stormed into his carpeted room. He opened various sets of drawers, wardrobes and other hidey holes where he kept his money and scraped together money to pay Chef with the money he desired and got out a new pair of pants, quickly changing he ran back downstairs where Chef was nervously staring at a blank screen, his hand on the remote.
"Here's your fucking money," Chris grumbled, throwing bundles of money into Chef's face. The cook began to count the money and nodded,
"Well done pretty boy, you managed to pay someone," he chuckled before pulling Chris's laptop onto his lap and wiggling the mouse.
"Hey what are you doing?" Chris asked, as Chef typed stuff onto the laptop,
"I'm finding out where the contestants are so we can catch them for next season," Chef replied as if Chris was as dumb as a potato,
"Oh." Chris said, "Well keep looking," Chris replied, trying to get back from his stupidity. As Chef searched Chris went to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Pulling a glass from a cupboard he quickly ran the cool water into the glass and gulped it down hungrily. Setting down the glass he heard giggling from somewhere in the room. "Chef?" Chris asked worriedly as grabbed a ladle for self defense, "Is that you?" Chris quickly pulled open a cupboard door, ladle at the ready... Only to be met with nothing.
Chris continued searching over the kitchen until he heard creaking behind him, he saw Izzy, slowly trying to creep up on him. The red head snapped her fingers and groaned,
"Darn," she said before laughing, "Oh well, I'll do better next time," Chris saw this as a perfect chance to capture Izzy so he took the ladle in his hand and attempted to bash Izzy's head. He hit her with the deep spoon and all Izzy did was cackle madly.
"CHEF!" Chris screamed as he tried to knock Izzy unconscious, "GET THE GAS!" he demanded as Izzy kept laughing while he pounded her with the ladle. Chef stomped into the room and pulled Chris out before throwing the canister into the room which unleashed the gas. Izzy soon fell down with a thump and Chef went in and threw her over his shoulder and placed her in a sack and placing her in a storage box.
"That's one down," Chef said dusting his hands and Chris looked very happy.
"It's all thanks to the most amazing thing since sliced bread, Chris McLean," the host announced, puffing out his chest. Chef just shook his head, knowing it was best to let him have his moment. "So Chef," Chris said, turning to his co-host, "How have you been in the search for other contestants?"
"Well," Chef began, "I found at that all the contestants happen to live in the same neighborhood as you so we might as well catch them now."
"Great, TO THE CHRISMOBILE!" Chris announced as he ran off to his car with Chef following him, carrying Izzy, and the knock-out gas while shaking his head.
Mal was having sex with Duncan in his room. Duncan was on all fours, his ass up in the air while Mal pounded into him relentlessly. Duncan gripped the sheets as he felt Mal cum into his ass and he couldn't help but moan as he felt the warm liquid explore every crevice of his cavity. Mal flipped Duncan over and shoved his now flaccid penis into the delinquent's face.
"Suck it sweetie," Mal demanded as Duncan begrudgingly took the limp dick in his mouth as began to suck on it while Mal moaned. "This why I am so glad that bastard Mike managed to force me out of his body and into my own, I wouldn't be able to fuck you senseless when ever I want then." Mal admitted while Duncan rolled his eyes which Mal noticed, making him sleep Duncan's cheek, "Don't be cheeky sweetie," Mal scolded as he moaned, feeling his cock harden from Duncan.
"I might as well pleasure you as well then," Mal sighed as he took Duncan's penis in his own hand and pumped it while his own was being sucked. Duncan moaned around Mal's penis which caused the ex personality to moan deeply. Both of them soon reached orgasm together, midway through it a canister rolled into the room, knocking them both out as the came together.
Chef walked into the room and bagged them both before putting them into the box and driving off with Chris.
Meanwhile down the road a similar situation was happening between Gwen and Courtney, however it was slightly different as Courtney was simply Catatonic as Gwen humped her, their naked bodies being forced together harshly by the obsessive goth. Gwen was reaching around the room for a specific toy while she humped the poor CIT over and over again.
Finding the toy, which just happened to be a purple dildo, Gwen smirked before she strapped it onto herself and began to thrust into the girl. Courtney simply stared into the wall as Gwen just thrusted into her pussy, moaning as she did so. After a couple of minutes, Gwen noticed Courtney's expression hadn't changed at all for the last hour.
"You alright babe?" Gwen asked concerned as she stopped thrusting for a moment and lifted Courtney's chin up so she could see her face. Before anything else could happen, the knock-out gas canister rolled into the room; both girls were promptly knocked out and dragged out by Chef.
"That's five down, so many more to go," Chris groaned as Chef drove,
"You haven't done anything," Chef retorted as he pulled up at their next destination.
Heather was filing her nails while Alejandro flicked through a newspaper while sitting on a leather couch. Occasionally Alejandro would scoff and one of the articles in the newspaper while Heather just complained about how shit her life was after everything that happened. While they were moaning about various things, the gas came into the room and knocked them out cold. Chef then picked them up and shoved them into sacks while Chris collected Harold from next door.
While Chef was walking out Alejandro's house, Chris came out with a squirming sack which contained Harold.
"Gosh, have you no idea how to properly administer knock-out gas, you twist the top before throwing it into the room, IDIOT!" Harold lectured the host who groaned as he struggled to keep Harold in the sack.
"No one cares," Chris complained as he threw Harold in the box that was seemingly tiny but managed to contain all of the contestants they had captured so far. "Phew," Chris sighed as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, "This is hard work,"
"You ain't done nothin," Chef complained to the host while Harold's annoying voice was once again heard,
"GOSH, stop being stupid, yo used a double negative, IDIOT!" Chef just grunted before whacking Harold over the head with a shovel, causing him to lose consciousness,
"That God for that," Chris sighed as Trent stormed up to the duo,
"WHY HAVEN'T I BEEN CAPTURED!" He screamed "I CAN TELL YOU HAVE EIGHT PEOPLE, COME CAPTURE ME!" the nine cultist demanded as Chef shrugged and bagged him up and threw him into the box.
"That was easy," he said before jumping into the car, "Onwards to the next unlucky soul."
TA DA! #INTRO! Yeah this is going to be weird, it's like a competition fic but will focus more on the story aspect of it all, look at RedEyedWarrior and I'll Cover Angel and Collins's Total Drama Prison and imagine a not as good version like this. I'm not going to capture everyone on screen because that would be boring, but every contestant, plus Mal because Malcan is too funny to pass up will be in it yadda yadda, very OOC yadda yadda, R&R and don't forget to favorite.