Okay, let me have my go at this, I suppose. Erm… Oh! I'm a US citizen so I've seen what I can from TDI on Cartoon Network and on youtube, etc. but I have yet to see any of the final episodes despite knowing the final two (rumours Gwen will be winner for us Americans? Hmmm). My apologies for this being factually incorrect. I'll try to fix it as I learn and see more, with the exception of news regarding season 2, Total Drama Action. We're going to pretend that will never exist.

Couples are Courtney/Duncan, Bridgette/Geoff, Gwen/Trent, and Tyler/Lindsay (maybe? This is a hard couple to work) as usual and I make no promises on any other couplings or ratings. On that note, I do take well meant suggestions both on couples and especially on challenges for this new show.

Similarly, my apologies if I've stolen anybody's ideas. It's not on purpose, honestly, and I'll go for as original as possible but the theme is common, I know.

Rated for language and possible cruelty to innocent contestants (and mature content later? Doubtful but I put this forth). Because I can't get around language sometimes and who doesn't love seeing somebody suffer?

On that note, allow me to shut my trap and get the story started!

Total Drama Island Redux

Prologue

Chris MacClean was bored. Well, that was putting it mildly. To be completely honest, he had not had himself a good time since his hilariously sadistic exploits during his hosting of Total Drama Island, which he still looked fondly back on as the best few weeks of his life. You know, disregarding the hate mail and the vaguely alarming threats from the cast.

He was currently hosting an array of remotely entertaining game shows that involved very little physical abuse and was growing very tired of them, very quickly. Even Chef Hatchet, who had stuck with him through even the most boring of contests, had begun complaining about their rather glaring lack of a good time.

Imagine Chris's pleasant surprise, then, when he opened his apartment door one morning to discover an urgent package regarding very secret reality TV news. Chef and the camera crew were crammed into the bachelor's pad as soon as he had notified them, watching the cheaply made VHS (who even made those anymore?) and bouncing in participation.

"It's been four years," the video begun, revealing the relaxed and plotting pose of some corporate executive, "And we've successfully managed our way through any lawsuit or poor review from the first season of Total Drama Island." But Chris knew that. He had actually suffered a little himself and even had to deal with a single grey hair because of it. "As you know, last season the critics were… less friendly, I'm afraid, than we were anticipating so we're reinstating your positions on the Total Drama Reality run. Now, the new season will be a bit different so let me go over the basics…"



.W.E.L.C.O.M.E.T.O.T.O.T.A.L.D.R.A.M.A.R.E.D.U.X.

"You've got to be kidding me." Bridgette gripped the letter tightly, her tiny fists shaking with shock. She read and reread the letter a grand total of eight times before thrusting it into the hands of Geoff, who was leaning precariously against the arm of his metro seat.

"Man," Geoff added after the silence of his reading, "They don't think we're gonna come back, do they?" Bridgette hurriedly thrust another piece of paper in his hands, this one being the familiar copy of the contract they had signed some four or five years ago, sans the highlights that now lay on the page.

"They seem to think that our contracts include this. Something about reunions and cast returns or something like that." Geoff didn't really know much about the fine print of contracts (did he bring his lawyer when he signed that thing? He couldn't really recall), so he just nodded. "This sucks." Bridgette buried her face in her hands and Geoff did his best to comfort her – you know, as best as he could with the surfer hunched over in a tiny metro seat.

"Maybe it won't be so bad this year," he reasoned quietly, which caught Bridgette's attention immediately. "I mean, this of it this way, B. It's a giant reunion with our old buds, right? Like a giant party in a house we get to crash 'cuz it's not even ours!"

Bridgette considered it for a moment, studying Geoff's new found excitement very carefully. She smiled lightly as he continued to grin and gave him a light hug. "I guess," she concluded, "We haven't seen any of the others since Owen's big bash, right? Even Heather was cool then. Who knows? Maybe we've all changed for the better." Her thoughts trailed to the muscled partier beneath her embrace. She and Geoff had changed considerably, and she believed them to be some of the campers with the least amount to improve. She thought of Courtney, whose inner bad girl had been sprouting under the careful guidance of Duncan (who was probably not quite the delinquent he used to be under Courtney's own influence), and of DJ, who had shown surprising assertiveness when he locked Geoff and Bridgette in the tiny broom closet of Owen's yacht following numerous failed courting attempts.

Maybe Geoff was right. How bad could it be? The last time she had met a great guy, made some new friends, and upped her local rep as surfer chick extraordinaire. The 100000 wasn't hers, but there was no telling how the odds would swing this time. She sighed, feeling most of her worries and resignations melt away just as they usually did around the mellow cowboy.

Geoff relaxed as he felt his girlfriend sigh contentedly beside him. He was already looking forward to the new contest and whatever reward it offered – you know, the boozing, partying kind of reward only their new setting could offer – and was glad Bridgette could see it that way, too.

Just as they were leaving the station, though, Bridgette spoke once more of the matter.

"Seriously though, Total Drama Manor?"

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I'm under the impression that prologues will always be unforgivably short. Please excuse that for this chapter because the next one will be much longer or I'll shoot my own foot.

I'm going to assume they're legal at this point. In the show they're all 16 (Chris says so although I can't reference you past the first episode) so at four years some of them COULD be 21. I do so hate technicalities… and underage drinking glares at you

Anyway, this prude thanks you for reading; please let me know what you think!