Disclaimer: I own nothing except for nine OCs you might be able to pick out. (One of the OCs that appears in this chapter is owned by Cragmiteblaster.)

Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: Ok, I know, I know! TDASB and Fire Island! I know! Thing was… I felt as though I needed to post this chapter now, just to get things set in motion. TDASB is my priority, yes, but I felt that since this is the Prologue, this isn't really even a chapter. So, yay for that. Once TDASB is merged and I get progress done on Fire Island, I might sneak over here and start the first episode. But that's not for a while, so don't go asking for it. Anyway, enjoy!

Achievement Unlocked: Series Three

(Pahkitew Island)

Somewhere in the glorious land of Canada, deep into the hours of the nighttime, lay a 'cottage' on a familiar island. Inside this massive 'cottage' was one man sitting in front of a television. This said person was Chris McClean, host of the show Total Drama. He was currently working on a laptop, frowning to himself.

" #$%it... The shows premier is only a week away and I still am missing a contestant," Chris grumbled. "Sure, the new theme is easy… but is it really that hard to get a season put together? Yeah, contracts stating I get seven more seasons, find a location for the next season, come up with a theme for all the seasons coming up, the need to find another chef, the need for a co-host, the need for two interns, all of that is cake. But a missing contestant? I can buy one man off, but two? Ugh, this is a #$% disaster…"

"So this is Pahkitew Island," came a voice. Chris jumped, not expecting anyone to pester him. Chef was off on his own cooking TV game show, so it was only Chris on the island. Entering into the room was a teenage African Canadian boy who looked eighteen. He was dressed in what appeared to be a rainbow colored jester outfit and he had a weird looking smile on his face.

"How did you get in here? Hell, how did you even get on this island? I own the place, making this private property!" Chris said.

"Let's just say Hell was involved and leave it at that," the boy said, an evil smile on his face. "Now then, all of your concerns you just mentioned. I can take care of every single one."

"Look, whoever you are, I demand you… wait, what?" Chris said, confused. "You… can take care of all my problems?"

"Yep. Chef's easy. I know a guy. Interns? Hire one of the Pahkitew cast and I'll take care of the other one. Location? Give me the theme, I'll get you a spot. See? Cake," the boy smirked.

"You missed two. The missing contestant and the co-host," Chris said.

"Simple. Make me the co-host," the boy said. "I mean, after all, if I help provide everything you need, then I kind of want something in return. Most people would ask for money… I just want that co-host spot."

Chris thought this over. On one hand, he did make a strong case. He had everything basically taken care of, all he needed was on the project. On the other hand, this guy was a sketchy dude. He didn't even answer the question about how he got here.

But…

…sketchy people was what Total Drama was all about.

"Alright, deal," Chris said. "If, you tell me how to fix the contestant issue."

"Easy. There's a set of audition tapes I have for you to watch," the boy said, holding up seven tapes. "Watch these and select the one you like the best. Keep in mind, however, for the next six seasons, I want you to select at least one of these contestants per season."

"Sounds simple enough," Chris said, accepting the tapes. He then paused. "Hey, I didn't get a name. Can't hire you if I don't know your name."

The boy smirked. "Zephyr. Zephyr the Patient," he said.

(Bar)

On a different side of Canada, there was a bar open. Inside this bar was… almost no one. Only two people were present, the bar tender and a customer. The bar tender was a very white man with blonde hair. He wore completely black clothing and he was watching the customer closely.

The customer was a girl, with light brown hair done in a pigtail. Her skin was slightly darker than her hair, but not by much. She wore a dark brown spaghetti strap top and dark brown shorts. Her head was resting on the counter. The bar tender glanced at her carefully.

"Want anything else?" he asked her.

"No. I wish humanity would die and disappear," the girl muttered. "Nothing's worth living when humans exist… not even drinking away my pain."

The bartender huffed. "We're all human. Even you," he said.

"Yeah. And I hate existing so #$% much you piece of #$%," the girl grumbled. "If I were a demon, I'd exterminate all of humanity."

" #$%," the bartender muttered.

Right at that instance, a girl walked into the bar. She had short black hair and wore a white and pink princess-like dress. She had a giant smile on her face as she walked up to the bartender. "Hi!" she said.

"Yes?" the bartender asked, a scowl on his face.

"Are you… Preston Cleaver?" the girls asked with a smile. "I'm Ella Singer, contestant form Total Drama Pahkitew Island. I've recently been hired as an intern and the new co-host asked me to find you to ask if you want the Chef job."

The bartender scowled. "My name is of no importance," he said. "I'm the Black Chef. Only call me that, not anything else."

Ella cocked her head. "But you're white," Ella said.

The Black Chef pounded his hands onto the counter, making the girl on the counter groan. "I'm am black, you piece of #$% white girl!" the Black Chef said angrily. "DON'T SAY OTHERWISE!"

"Ok, ok, sorry about that," Ella said, shrugging it off with a smile. "So, you in?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Chris will pay you double the normal amount and the co-host told me to mention his name was Zephyr."

The Black Chef eyed her carefully. "Very well," he said. "Tell him I'll take the job."

"Awesome!" Ella said peppily. "Oh, and do you happen to know a… Valley Screamer?"

The girl looked up from the table. "Yes? What do you want?" the girl grumbled.

"Oh, perfect! Both of you are here!" Ella giggled. "Want to work on Total Drama with me? We'd both be interns together!"

"Are you human?"

"Yep!"

"Not on your #$% life," Valley said simply.

"Oh, come on! What if I promised limited contact with humans?"

Valley paused. "Throw in making me do the most dangerous jobs that may get me killed and you have a deal," Valley said.

Ella winced, but nodded. "If that gets you to work, then ok," she said.

"Done," Valley said. "Now go the #$% away and leave me to dwell among humanity… and suffer."

(Unusual Spot)

In a greyish alleyway behind several buildings, there rested a small area with several black tarps laying over it. The place was set up so that it seemed like a small club, with couches lined up against two of the walls. There was a computer in one corner with a fridge right next to it and a table in the other free corner. Three dummies, all practically destroyed, were lined up against the free wall. Posters of famous rock bands and actors were plastered to the walls.

Six people were currently in this weird spot. A blonde man wearing a big blue coat covering his mouth and baggy jeans rested on one of the two couches. This guy was obviously asleep, his eyes closed. On the other couch sat a girl with a blue blouse with black polka dots who had short cut white hair. She was a super thin girl who was eating a bag of chips. Next to her sat a red haired gentleman with a red jersey and torn up pants who seemed to be breathing at a weird rate. Sitting at the computer was a purple haired guy with a white shirt with a purple playboy bunny symbol on it. He was looking stuff up on the internet, mostly cars but also hot super-models on the side.

Finally, at the table sat two people, a girl and a boy. The girl was wearing a black spaghetti strap top which showed off her belly. Over it she wore an expensive leopard skin jacket. She wore black pants with an orangish yellow belt around her waist. She wore a hat which covered her dirty blonde hair that matched her jacket. She also had a leopard skin coin purse resting on the table.

The boy wore a green hoodie, covering most of his hair except for a few strands sticking from under the hood. He wore army pants and was scowling. He and the leopard skin girl seemed to be playing a game of cards.

" #$%it!" he screamed as the girl laid down a Royal Flush. "You always #$% win!"

"It's a gift," the girl smirked, grabbing ten dollars that was on the table. "Plus, you know I always win if there's money Cliff. We've only been over this like a thousand times."

"Pfft, whatever Alexa," Cliff muttered. "Even if we're dating, I still envy your Poker skills."

"Dear brother," the girl from the couch giggled. "Envy this, envy that! No matter what people have, you will always want but will never have! Silly Cliff!"

Cliff scowled. "No one cares Gretta! Give me your chips!"

"Settle down," the red haired boy said. Everyone immediately shut up, all eyes turning to him. "All this arguing… is not good."

"Now you guys did it," the purple haired guy said, licking his lips. "This is going to be great!"

The red haired boy stood up and walked across the room to the broken dummies. He grabbed one and took a breath. Suddenly, his red hair became brown and hair grew all across his face. With an angry scream, he tore the dummy in half. The boy reverted back to normal and sat down as if nothing ever happened.

"Wow… seeing you angry turns me on every time Arne!" Hugh chuckled. "I want to see you do it again…"

"Patience," said the sleeping boy. "No one gets what they want by asking. They do it by waiting for the right moment."

Right at that exact moment, a girl entered the room. She had pink hair and wore a matching hoodie to Cliff's only her's was a dark purplish red. She had black baggy pants and her hair covered a small portion of her face. She looked a little smug. She also had something the rest of the people in the room had.

Pure white eyes: no pupils.

"Great, my alter is here," Cliff grumbled. "What do you want Alayna? Come to gloat?"

"Yes, I have," Alayna smirked. "I've come with news to our boss, if that's acceptable."

The man on the couch grunted. "Patience. It gets people where they need to be," he grunted. "Speak to me Alayna."

Alayna's smirk grew. "One of them found us," she said.

Everyone fell silent. The resting boy's eyes opened, his white eyes flashing. "He's finally ready to face us, is he?" the boy chuckled. "Patience truly does come to those who want something."

"You're going to have to wait a little longer," Alayna said. "From the way he's challenged us, he's taking the cowards way out and doing it one at a time."

The boy nodded. "Figured as much," he said. "Who's he want to challenge first?"

"Not you Morice," Alayna said. "He wants to challenge someone via a game show. Total Drama something or other. And he seems to want to challenge… Hugh first."

The purple haired man paused, a smile sliding onto his face. "A desire to be fought first has been met," Hugh said. "Don't underestimate the power of Lust."

BN: And that's it for the prologue! I think this series is more than likely going to blow the Lewis Series out of the water! I have a few things I want to cover here in this finishing note. First off, Zephyr is owned by Cragmiteblaster. He was created by him, I merely changed his design and character slightly to fit my needs. The Black Chef was created by me a long time ago. He's a different take on characters, so don't be offended by him. Valley is also mine… but you might already feel like you know her.

The seven characters you saw at the end aren't mine, but as the original creator no longer wanted them, I now own the rights to use them. I've bettered them up so that they work with my plots. Each one represents one of the deadly sins. Guess who's who and I'll give you a cookie. Another thing I feel I should mention. Cliff and Gretta are siblings along with Alayna and Arne. Thought I'd clear that up. There will be a side story within this one explaining these guys, so be patient.

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