(NOTE: This story contains strong language, people drinking alcohol and some mild and also

some subtle sexuality, forgive my boasting.)

Prologue

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Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet

Chris surfaced from the water and looked arround in terror; big and small fiery stones were falling into the ocean as the vulcanic eruption continued on the island. He flinched as he suddenly felt something gnawing on his leg. Not caring what it was, he managed to kick it off.

He started swimming away from the island, not entirely sure wether or not he was going to survive. However, he could see something grey and metallic-looking a few meters ahead of him; it looked almost like a submarine! He swam faster, hoping to get a ride to safety. When he got close to what was indeed a submarine, a hatch opened and his old friend and colleague Chef Hathcet showed up.

"Come on!" yelled Chef, waving his arms and looking around at all the falling boulders of fire. "We gotta get outta here, man!"

Chris reached the submarine and stretched out his arm. Chef grabbed his hand and pulled him into the submarine and closed the hatch. After coughing up some water, Chris said:

"Okay, now what?"

"Well, I'd have loved to see what happened to all the kids up there, but I'm afraid our camera crew kinda went down with the choppers." Chef said.

Chris scoffed.

"Gotta love ash." he said. "So... are they all gonna die now?"

"I think we ordered these, um, 'emergency submarines' for a reason, dude." replied Chef.

"Fine!" said Chris. "What about Alejandro?"

"He's in the sleepin' quarters. We gotta help him as soon as possible!"

"Help him? WHAT?" Chris yelled and crossed his arms. "What are we gonna do? Or Hell, what can we do?"

"I dunno." Chef merely shrugged. "Somethin'."

"But... why?" said Chris.

"Because my father told me to!" yelled Chef.

"Your father? Um, are we thinking about the same 'your father' here? The one who died, like, 20 years ago?"

"Well, I saw him! Okay?" Chef shouted, suddenly furious. "And he wants us to fuckin' help Alejandro! Okay?"

"Whatever you say, man." said Chris, flinching slightly. "So, um, the other kids are gonna be just fine then?"

"They'll be taken home to their mommies and daddies, just like we planned. Remember?" said Chef, who was now suddenly calm. "We're done with those guys, just like you said."

He climbed down a ladder into an open hatchway as Chris heaved a sigh. He sat down, closed his eyes and relaxed. After a few seconds of peace, he heard footsteps.

"Chef?" he said.

No response.

"Chef, is that you?" he said and opened his eyes.

He was startled to see a tall man wearing a suit, complete with a black tie, black leather gloves and one of those silly napkins you put in the chest pocket for some reason. Chris tried to make out the man's face, which was completely impossible due to it being covered by a white square, which appeared to be floating right in front of the man's face.

"Who... who..." stuttered Chris.

"Who are you?" the man said, finishing Chris' sentance. His voice was somewhat low and unemotive.

The white square started flashingin many different colours until it suddenly showed a face that Chris recognized.

"Dad?" he said.

"Alejandro is important to me too, son." said the face of Chris' father. "Help him quickly and I will do the rest."

"Um, dad, uh... I have to..."

"I have to work on my show, dad. I'm sorry." said the face on the screen, finishing another of Chris' sentences for him. "Why don't you trust me anymore?"

Chris shed a tear and closed is eyes. When he opened them again, the man in the suit was gone, as was the face of his father.

Bridgette and Geoff

The two love birds were making out as they arrived at Bridgette's place. Three weeks had passed since they had safely returned home after the adventures of Total Drama World Tour, and not once had they been called by any of Chris McLean's associates or even Chris himself. It felt like they could finally go on with their lives.

They collapsed on the couch, Bridgette on top of Geoff. Bridgette was wearing a blue dress and her hair was down; Geoff was missing his favorite hat and he was wearing long pants and a white shirt, which was buttoned - not exactly what any of his friends were used to.

Bridgette kept licking and sucking on his boyfriend's lips and started to unbutton his shirt. Suddenly she stopped, however.

"What..." Geoff said and tried to catch his breath. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Damn it!" muttered Bridgette. "Nature calls. This is my friggin' luck."

She got out of the couch and headed towards the bathroom.

"I'll be waiting right here, babe!" said Geoff.

When Bridgette was gone he looked around as he was lying there in the couch, exhamining Bridgette's living room. This was, after all, the first time he visited Bridgette's home. Nice furniture! Nice TV! Nice living room! Strange; there was a guy in a suit standing in the corner, face hidden by a white square.

"Bridge?" he yelled. "I think I've had way too may drinks! There's a... there's..."

"...a weirdo standing in the corner of the living room." said the weirdo standing in the corner of the living room.

"W- whaaat?" said Geoff.

He squinted. The square now had the face of Geoff's grandmother on it. The figure walked up to Geoff holding a glass of what appeared to be water.

"Have a glass of water, dear." it said; it had Geoff's grandmother's voice so it had to be her.

"Thanks." said Geoff, slightly confused. "Can you, like, go now? I kinda want to be alone with-"

"Sleep." said Geoff's grandmother. "If you love this girl, that's excellent, but you have to sleep."

Geoff took a sip of water and raised his finger, ready to say something else, but he fell asleep before he could.

The face then disappeared from the square and the figure removed the square from his face; it had been hovering in front of him up until now. He was bald and had no eyebrows or facial hair, and looked to be in his early 20's. He picked up his cell phone and moved it to his left ear.

"The drink is fully functional. Soon we will have them all" he said in a calm, low voice. He was quiet for a while. "Yes," he said eventually, "and how is the machine coming along? And what of 6? Is he alive?" A few more seconds of silence. "Excellent."

He didn't notice that Bridgette had come out of the bathroom and was now sneeking uo behind him, ready to beat him over his bald head with a frying pan. When she got close she hit him on the head with it; he didn't even flinch. He slowly turned around, eyelids lowered.

"What have you d-" said Bridgette.

"What have you done?" said the man, simultaneously.

"What's wrong with Ge-"

"...wrong with Geoff?"

"Stop doing that, pl..."

"...doing that! Please?"

He tilted his head left as he said "Please?". He held the glass of water in front of Bridgette's face. She felt as if she was in a trance; she couldn't resist taking a zip of water. She did so and fell to the floor, snoring.

"Send an escort party, please?" said the man. He then hung up.

Noah

Noah sat at his computer in the middle of the night. Everyone else was asleep at this point; his parents, his many siblings, his dog. He was on Facebook and saw that Katie, whom he had met during Total Drama, was online. He decided that he wanted to chat with her, so he wrote:

'hi :)'

He rested his head in his right hand, waiting on a response. He drummed his fingers on the computer desk. All of a sudden, he heard calm, orchestral music playing; it came from inside the room and sounded like it was one of Bach's works. This was rather strange, but Noah didn't care; in fact, he was close to falling asleep.

"Listen." said a voice. "Don't resist. Just sleep!"

Noah fell asleep just as Katie's response popped up:

'hey :D 3'

A bald man wearing a suit looked at the sleeping teen as he pushed some buttons on his cell phone. He moved it to his left ear.

"Five reporting. Music works, just as anticipated. What about the drink?" He was silent for a while. "Good. Has One found the one we truly need yet?" Another pause. "The machine is prepared. So is 6."

He hung up and looked at Noah's computer screen. He looked at the Facebook-chat; Katie had now written:

'hello? :/'

He knew exactly whom he was going to pick up next. He dialed a number on his cell phone, which he then moved to his left ear again.

"Please send a pod. This one is now sleeping."

Harold and Leshawna

The two were on their first real date. Harold had discovered that he and LeShawna were almost neighbours even before they joined Total Drama. They both knew of the nearby restaurant Lobster's House, which is not as fancy or expensive as it may sound but they both liked it, which is why they went there.

After ordering their food, Harold picked up hid cell phone.

"Watcha doin', sugar baby?" said LeShawna and raised an eyebrow.

"You've got to hear this!" he replied. He cleared his throat and prepared to read something from the cell phone. "Think of existence as a tree." LeShawna giggled already. "Each leaf is an Omniverse, the branches are all Multiverses, and the trunk is our Universe, in which we live." He looked at LeShawna. "You are the most beautiful thing in the entire tree."

LeShawna's eyes watered up as she blushed; not visibly, but she did blush.

"Wow, that is the nerdiest, yet most beautiful thing anybody's said to me." she said.

"Definitely nerdiest!" Harold said.

A man wearing a pirate outfit, complete with a fake beard and a wooden parrot showed up, carrying two plates of food.

"Salmon for the lil' lady and oysters for the big, strong man." he said. His pirate-accent was not much to cheer for. "Um, yargh!" he said, instead of the more appreciated 'bon apetit'.

"Always ate the salmon when I was little." said LeShawna.

"Same with me!" said Harold. "Except with the oysters, of course."

The two started enjoying their food. Eventually, Harold started looking around. They were the only ones in the restaurant, apart from a man who sat in a corner, close to a window out to the docks, reading a newspaper. The pirate-waiter walked up to his table and grabbed his plate.

"Did you enjoy that, matey?" he said.

"I enjoyed that. Yes." replied the man. "I do feel rather sorry for the animals, though. They should have enjoyed what time they truly had."

"Uh-huh? Right, matey!"

When the waiter was gone, the man put down the paper, revealing a completely hairless face. He got out of the chair and walked over to Harold and LeShawna.

"I see you are eating sea food." he said.

Harold looked at the man.

"Um, yeah." said Harold. "It's a sea food restaurant."

"Precisely." said the man, tilting his head right, smiling. He brought out a small bottle from his pocket. "I'm trying to sell my own special spice. It tastes best along with sea food. Would you care to try it? I need positive reviews."

Harold and LeShawna looked at each other, unsure.

"Please?" said the man. "A small sample?"

"Um, okay I guess." said Harold.

He seemed friendly, but not too friendly. Thus, none of the two suspected that he wanted to kill them and rape their corpses or something like that. Fortunately, he didn't want that.

The man opened the bottle and poured some of the sauce on one of Harold's shrimps and also on one of LeShawna's. They ate their shrimps and nodded approvingly. Suddenly, however, Harold noticed that LeShawna was falling asleep.

"This..." he said and yawned. "...was stupid of me."

They fell to the floor and the bald man walked back to his table and put 50 dollars on it. He then prepared to make a call on his cell phone.

Sierra, Beth and Cody

After returning safely home after Total Drama World Tour was over, Sierra convinced her parents to move closer to Cody's hometown. It also turned out that Beth's parents had divorced and her mother had coincidentally moved to Cody's hometown. The three had now become close friends and Sierra told them everything about Total Drama-forums, websites, wikis and fan fics.

It was around midnight, they were at Sierra's house reading fan-fiction.

"Okay, this one had me L-O-Ling for hours." said Sierra. By now, her hair was finally beginning to grow back.

"But it's just a copy of a John Cleese-sketch." said Cody.

"Okay, how about this one? It's really good, actually. It has spicy sex-scenes between Tyler and..."

"Lindsay?" said Cody. "Sounds hot!"

"No no no, silly." said Sierra. "Tyler and Izzy."

Cody's eyes widened.

"Um... 'kay." he said. "So, who's Lindsay together with in this one?"

"Noah!"

Cody tried to hold back his laughter.

"Re-he-he-mind to... to read that one later on."

"It's not funny, Cody. It's actually really powerful and sad." Sierra said and made a fist close to her chest. "Besides, there are many other fan-pairings to read about. Such as you and Noah."

Cody felt like he was about to throw up as he sat there, schocked and disgusted.

Beth looked over Cody's shoulder.

"Are there any stories about me?" she said.

"Quite a few Justin/Beth stories, yeah." said Sierra.

Beth blushed slightly.

"Oh. What about Brady?" she said.

"He's in here too, believe me!" Sierra replied. She looked at her computer screen and her eyes widened. "Oooh, email!"

She went to her inbox and saw 1 new message with the subject: Total Drama.

"I get these all the time." she said and opened the message.

It said: 'Hi, watch this Total Drama Action video I made, please. [attatched video]'

"This should be good." said Beth as Sierra clicked the link.

A video player popped up and covered the entire screen. It started flashing in many colours and the three teens couldn't take their eyes from it.

"What the hell is this?" said Cody.

"I-D-K, Cody." said Sierra.

"Not me, I..." said Beth and yawned. "...I do not decay! G..." She yawned again. "Get it?"

They all started to feel rather sleepy. Soon enough, they were asleep.

Eva, Duncan and Courtney

The three of them all lived in the suburbs, so after all the crazy Total Drama World Tour-stuff had passed them by, Eva decided to make friends with the only really cool and tough people she had met during the show. Eva's idea of making friends is inviting them to go to the gym with her.

It was the only gym in town to be open late, that is because Eva's dad owned the gym and so she could go there whenever she felt like it, and take friends with her, which hadn't happened until that night.

Duncan was sitting on the floor next to two large dumbells, panting. Courtney was still lifting hers up and down, though. They were both wearing white training outfits, similar to Eva's blue one.

"Don't be such a wimp, Duncan!" said Courtney. "You're supposed to be my strong protector!"

Gwen had re-discovered her love for Trent, and so she left Duncan who had no where else to go but back to being with Courtney. So far, it had actually worked well for them.

"Hey, I like working out and all." said Duncan. "But this is insane, dude!"

"Don't listen to her, Courtney." said Eva, who was keeping herself busy with a barbell. "He's just letting us win 'cause we're chicks."

"Oh really?" said Courtney.

"Fine. Whatever!" said Duncan, wiping some sweat of his forehead. "As long as I get a fucking break already!"

Eva chuckled.

A male voice was suddenly heard:

"Excuse me."

Eva put her barbell down. She knew that no one else was in the hall but the three of them, but despite this fact she saw a bald man wearing a black suit and a grey fedora standing 4 metres away from her.

"Hey you! How'd you get in here?" she yelled.

"Is your name Eva?" he said and tilted his head right as he looked at her.

Eva shrugged and said:

"Yeah?"

The man looked at Courtney.

"You are Courtney." he said.

A confused Courntey nodded.

"And you must be Duncan?" he said and looked at Duncan.

"Mind telling us who you are now?" said Duncan.

"I have watched the show Total Drama Island and I'm quite a fan of you. I am honored to finally meet you." He didn't exactly sound excited about meeting celebrities, at least not in Courtney's opinion; he spoke with a calm voice and sounded rather disinterested. "May I shake your hand?" he said, and removed the glove from his right hand.

"Okay, pal. Time to fucking beat it!" said an annoyed Eva who grabbed the man by the neck.

Eva froze. Without reacting to Eva's touch, the man hushed. Eva fell to the ground, snoring loudly. The man looked at Duncan and Courtney. They looked back at him until he started walking towards them.

They started running towards the exit but as soon as they reached the door another man came through the door. He was also wearing a suit but his head was completely obscured by a big, white square. As the two teens stopped running, the square started flashing and it kept doing that for 8 seconds until they fell asleep and collapsed to the floor. As they lied on the floor, sleeping, the first man walked up to his companion.

"Imagine how horrible this must be for them." he said.

The man with the square replied:

"Or how horrible things will soon become. I am afriad we have no choice." He removed the square from his face. He too was bald and without eyebrows. "We must escort these to the machine quickly. We have little time."

Katie and Sadie

Katie and Sadie, the very best of best friends, were together in Katies room, sitting on her pink, fluffy bed, talking about what they always talk about: boys they view as insanely cute.

Their conversation was interrupted as Katie heard that someone wanted to chat with her on Facebook. She lied down by her laptop which was also on her bed.

"Who is it? Who is it?" said an excited Sadie.

"It's Noah!" said Katie.

"Oh! This is gonna be so totally great!" yelled Sadie. "Write something back... with a heart at the end!"

The two squealed for two seconds. Finally, Katie wrote a reply:

'hey :D 3'

They waited a few minutes for Noah to write something else. He never did. Katie wrote 'hello? :/' but got nothing back. The two decided to leave it alone and went on talking for about an hour. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Dad? Is that you?" said Katie.

No answer. The person knocked the door again, faster this time. Katie sighed and went to get it; she opened the door and was startled to see a six-foot tall bald man in a suit standing there. He was holding a boom box in his right hand.

"Uh... h-h-hello?" said Katie. "Where's d- where's dad?"

"He's sleeping." replied the man.

Owen, Izzy, Heather, DJ, Trent, Gwen, Tyler, Lindsay and Justin

Geoff and Bridgette had gone home, Harold and LeShawna were dating, Eva was busy working out with Duncan and Courtney, Noah was busy and Sierra, Cody, Beth, Katie and Sadie were all living too far away. Everyone else – Izzy, Heather, DJ, Trent, Gwen, Tyler, Lindsay and Justin – were all at Owen's place partying.

Loud music was playing, lights were flashing, snacks were either in bowls on a long table or on the floor next to empty beer bottles/cans; it was one heck of a party, to put it simply.

Justin and DJ were dancing next to each other.

"I can't believe that I am feeling lonely right now!" said Justin. "I'm the hottest guy in the room and all the girls have boyfriends already. Lousy luck!"

"Heather's still single." DJ said and winked.

"Hey! Don't even go there!" yelled Heather, who was sitting in a chair, reading a gossip magazine.

"Oh sorry, I forgot!" said Justin. He chuckled. "You're already taken by Alejandro."

"I am not!" Heather shouted and crossed her arms. "He's probably dead, anyways!"

Meanwhile, Lindsay and Tyler were making out on Owen's couch, and as one might have figured out, Tyler was unable to keep his hands from going to 'inappropriate' places. This didn't seem to bother Lindsay, though.

"Woohoo!" yelled Owen. "Man, was this a good idea, or what?"

"Hell yeah!" shouted Izzy. "I can't believe Geoff's gone home already!"

"I can!" said Owen, wiggling his eyebrows. "He took Bridgette with him."

Izzy jumped up on Owen's shoulders holding a can of beer.

"Don't talk like that, man! I'm getting too excited now!" she yelled and eventually fell down.

"Oh, Izzy. Don't you know?" said Owen, as Izzy lied on the floor, finishing her can. "There is no such thing as too excited!"

Trent and Gwen had poured some beer into two martini-glasses they had found in Owen's kitchen, where they were now sitting on stools next to the sink; they felt like they could be left alone in there as the living room was turning into a madhouse. As they looked lovingly into each others eyes, they clinked their glasses.

"Cheers." they both said, simutaneously.

Gwen giggled as she took a sip out of Trent's glass and he took a sip out of her glass. They put their glasses on the sink, looked at each other for a while and eventually closed their eyes and kissed. After the kiss, which lastet for about 8 seconds, Gwen caressed Trent's cheeks.

"What's that smell?" she said, suddenly. Trent closed his eyes. "Trent? T-Trent?... What a lovely smell..." Gwen fell asleep.

Out in the living room the music suddenly stopped; Tyler and Lindsay lost their focus on what they were about to do in Owen's couch, Izzy and Owen looked around, confused, as did DJ, Justin and Heather.

"Hey! What the hell is going on?" yelled Owen.

Suddenly, he noticed that everyone else had fallen asleep.

"Guys?" he said. "Guys?"

"Do you feel that smell?" said a man who was now, all of a sudden, standing behind Owen.

Owen turned around. The man was wearing a suit and a grey fedora; he appeared to be bald.

"Um... who- who are you?" said Owen.

"Do you have a cold?" said the man.

"Uh, yeah." Owen said and snorted. He then fell to the floor, snoring loudly.

The man brought out his cell phone and held it against his right ear.

"Three reporting. We are now finished." he said into the phone. "It is time to move on to the main experiment... Prepare the machine... please."

He hung up.

END OF CHAPTER

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So there you have it; the beginning of my new story.

This story is something that has existed in my head since I started working on

The Smell of Pink, and I'm happy to get it started.

When will I post new chapters? We'll see what happens.

Either I get obsessed with continuing this, I finish The Smell of Pink first, or

I simply work on the two stories back-to-back, unless

I am too lazy for that. ;)

...

And YES, when I wrote the agent-people into this story, I heavily

based them on the Observers from Fringe. Yes, I'm a nerd, live with it, guys. ;)