Well back for another story, this time it being a collab story with my friend Cherry and I. We decided to work together due to having the same sort of taste in character and pairings so expect to see some expected and unexpected pairings as the story progresses. With that said, on with the fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Total Drama related.

"Oh Topher, sorry to say but there's been a chaaaange of plans!"

"Here's a lesson, when it comes to showbiz, never play a player!"

"You got a lot to learn, kid!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Topher screamed, waking up in sweaty, broken mess for the 15th time this month. Ever since his embarrassing loss to Chris on Total Drama, he's been having these recurring nightmares about that fateful day. Everything's been going downhill since then when it came to trying to start his own show. Nobody would take him seriously after what happened on the show.

"Ugh… I really need to take some meds for this." Topher groaned. "All these nightmares are starting to take a toll on my looks… I wouldn't even be having them if it wasn't for Chris…. that…that bastard screwed me over!" Filled with rage, Topher threw his pillow across the room, knocking down one of his family portraits.

"Meoow".

"Huh? What was that…?" Topher turned around to see that his cat Chef 2.0. , who made the leap onto his bed. "Oh it's you Chef 2.0., your purring sounded a bit different… that's why it was hard to recognize the voice."

"Meooow." Chef 2.0. purred in a strange tone. Topher's no genius when it comes to cats, but even he would notice when something isn't right with them when they purr in such a weird fashion.

"Uhhh… you hungry, boy?" Topher didn't get a response. "I'll just take that as a yes, so I'll just get out some of your favorite milk." Topher then, got out of his bed and made his way for the kitchen with Chef 2.0. following behind, slowly. Once he got the milk from the fridge, he then grabbed the cat bowl from the table and poured the milk inside of it. Once done, he placed the bowl in front of Chef 2.0.

"Here you go, little buddy. Come get your breakfast." Topher smiled. But something was wrong… Chef 2.0. didn't touch the bowl. Instead, he began vomiting on the carpet.

"CHEF 2.0,! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Topher yelled, out of fear for the cat. "Now I know something's wrong. Cats' throwing up is not normal. We're going to the vet clinic." Topher then ran back to his room to get his keys. "But wait, I've never really had to take Chef to the vet since mom and dad usually did that. So I'm not really sure which vet they usually go to and I can't ask them now since they're at work." As Topher thought this over, he got out his phone and started searching for nearby vet clinics. He wanted to look for the one that had the most positive reviews and best services with a reasonable price. So far, none of the searches fit the description.

"Man does Toronto have so many lame clinics…." Topher muttered, scratching his head in frustration as he searched through his phone. But at the last second, he found one search that caught his eye. "Wait…. this clinic doesn't seem that bad and it has fairly good reviews. Plus it's not that far off…..well it's better than the other choices so I'll have to take it." With that, Topher got his jacket and keys and ran back to the living room where Chef 2.0. was currently residing at, laying on the carpet.

"Ok boy! We're off to the clinic. Maybe then, we could see what's wrong with you."

In another part of Canada, hailed to be known as the most "dangerous" parts of the city resided a strong gang, who have seized control of most of the sectors in the city. The mere mention of their name nowadays brings shivers down people's spine….. actually it's become more of a taboo to say the name unless one likes breathing through a tube. But to those who were courageous enough to say it, usually made mention of an "RVB" or "Rebellious Vulture Boyz" while discussing with other gangs at bars. Some poor saps have even begun to see the group's accomplishments as a myth. The fear "RVB" has instilled on many gangs is alarming and disturbing to say the least. Speaking of said group, some of their members were in the middle of a violent quarrel with others breaking them up.

"No fuck you!" A young man with a green Mohawk, dog collar on his neck and multiple blue piercings on his face, bellowed. "I'm sick and tired of you trying to call me out for my bad boy rep!"

"Because you're not even a real bad boy nowadays or if you ever were a bad boy…." A young man with red hair and freckles, along with dark-grey circular piercings sneered. "Just telling it how it is, Duncan Do Good." The boy chuckled at that last statement which further angered Duncan, who was trying to get out of his teammates' arms.

Said person was a handsome, tanned young man with dark brown hair, a dark-grey bull necklace with matching hoop piercings to go with the color. "Bromigos, that's enough!" The boy glared, keeping Duncan at bay. "Ever since that last fight we had with the Sharks, you guys have been at each other's throats like crazy."

"Sha-yeah! Like the Lightning doesn't want to keep wasting his energy on guys acting like a bunch of little girls." A dark-skinned young man with brown hair, a yellow thunderbolt necklace and yellow piercings frowned while keeping the red-haired boy away from Duncan. "Scott, can't you just take back what you said about Duncan?"

"And why the hell should I? " Scott scoffed. "It was all true after all… Duncan acts like he's hard and all, but he's nothing more but a big softy in the inside. Take All-Stars for example."

That last comment had Duncan's anger rising to the boiling point at the memories that season had on his bad boy pride and all the ridicule he received for his "nice guy" actions. He vowed to leave most of that season in the dark depths of his mind but thanks to Scott, it was resurfacing again.

"You know what…. FUCK YOU AND FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIT." Duncan bellowed, pointing at Scott. "You're the LAST person who should be talking about All-Stars with how much of a dumbass you became and how utterly pathetic you were. You wanna cast shade, at least do it right. I had Courtney for three seasons and you can barely handle her for half a season." Duncan then started to chuckle at this with Scott glaring at him, viciously. " Shows how much you "stack up" to me."

"Better than becoming a little bitch and thrown on the boring heroes team and having a book nerd take your place. Hell even he was more of a villain than you. Maybe we should have him in the RVB." Scott sneered.

Duncan then tried to make another dive for Scott, but was held back down by Alejandro. "Scott, Duncan STOP. This is utterly ridiculous. The level of idiocy happening right now is driving me muy loco!" The Latino growled.

"If Duncan can't take the heat, then he should simply get out of the kitchen if you know what I mean." Scott retorted.

"I got what you mean just fine and you know what, screw it. I don't need this group to prove I'm bad. I don't need to prove anything to you guys." Duncan looked at the rest of the RVB. "Hope you find a guy who fits your "tastes" because I'm done. I quit."

The announcement received mixed reactions from the group with Lightning gasping in shock, Alejandro groaning in annoyance and Scott snorting in indifference.

"Look Duncan….. can't we talk about this?" Alejandro asked. "You're an essential part of this group with your impressive street cred and vast amount of skills. You're a strong person to have in our ranks. Don't mind Scott."

"Oh believe me… I don't really care if dirt boy thinks I've gone soft." Duncan glanced at Scott, who just rolled his eyes. " I just feel I can expand my horizon and look for other ways to prove my worth."

"Sha-please! What's better than being part of the baddest group in Canada? Our Team Men group has literally conquered pretty much every street in Canada! Nobody wants to mess with us. We're the best. Sha-WIN!" Lightning finished off by flexing and kissing his muscles that he nicknamed "Thunderbolt and Static Shock".

Duncan rolled his eyes at the jock and continued on with his speech. "As I was saying…. I don't need this group to prove I'm toughest motherfucker around. I know I am."

"Well then if you're leaving, then leave. Like literally nobody's going to miss you." Scott shrugged

"Scott! That was unnecessary and you're not making things any better." Alejandro scolded.

"That was the point…" Scott smirked.

Duncan then walked off to his motorcycle with Alejandro calling out to him. "Look, don't do this. We can try sorting this out. You're only going to prove that you really are a sensitive, little softie who can't take the heat."

Duncan turned around and frowned at Alejandro. "Again, I don't give a shit what you guys think of me, I know I'm the toughest dude around. I'm a lone wolf from here on out." With that said, Duncan got on his motorcycle and rode off away from the sector, leaving his team behind. Where he'll head off to next is anybody's guess. But to Duncan, he feels that he can prove he's bad on his own without being with the RVB.

At a clinic in Toronto, a young woman was making her daily run of her equipment. Ever since Total Drama ended two years ago, she's been working at trying to get her veterinary degree due to her love for animals ever since she was a little girl. She's always felt like animals understood her more than actual people. Another hobby of hers is singing and at times, finds herself singing on the job, at home or where ever she would be at the time. She was fortunate enough to actually become a vet's assistant and has even been given opportunities to perform procedures herself. Today so happens to be one of those days.

"Let's see…. "Ella hummed. "I have my equipment cleaned out, the tables are all clean and the sky is bright and cheerful! "Today feels like it's going to be a wonderful day!" At this, Ella did a little fouetté spin as she made her way to the window.

"Umm Ms. Ella, I thought we told you not to dance on the job anymore." A young doctor chuckled in a joking manner. Ella then stopped dancing and quickly turned to the doctor.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" Ella blushed in embarrassment. "Whenever the sky is so blue and the sun is so bright and warm, I just feel the need to have a little dance."

"Oh don't worry. It's not that big a deal. You're one of a kind, I'll give you that." The doctor smiled causing Ella to blush even more.

"Thank you, sir." Ella smiled, warmly with her cheeks still red. "Is there something you wanted?"

"Oh yes that. Our patient arrived today. Apparently something's wrong with his cat. I assume some sort of sickness but today is your chance to shine, so I'm going to let you take care of this patient all on your own." The doctor smiled.

"I really do appreciate your faith in me, Dr. Johnson." Ella beamed. "I promise I won't let you down. Now where's the patient?"

"We already sent him to this room so he should be here right this—"

"ELLA?!"

Ella and Dr. Johnson then looked back and saw Topher holding his cat, with his face filled with shock. Once getting a good look at him, Ella returned the same look of shock towards the boy.

"TOPHER?!"

A/N: And that ends Chapter 1, sorry if it felt short but we wanted to get the main focuses out there. Topher and Ella meet face to face. How will this encounter go? And we have Duncan leaving the group in a pursuit to prove he can be a badass on his own. Where will this new path lead him and what will the remaining members of RVB do? More of these questions and more will be answered next chapter. I plan to have the next chapter done by either tomorrow or Monday. We want to go by a somewhat daily basis versus a weekly basis just to help promote the artwork of my friend Cherry(Galactic Red Beauty of DA's ) artwork. Well until then, hope you're liking the story thus far! More drama will ensue as the story progresses. Later!