Okay, so...yeah, here's a new story and concept for ya. ...Um, I'm sorry about the "Thin" project everyone, but it's just...well, my drive for that is long gone. :( But hey, I got me a new idea to write, all the while keeping the same draft, but with added changes! :D
Also, it's based on something that I think would be obvious by now from the title! XD But yeah, maybe you can humor me and tell me what you think this story is based on? X) Oh, by the way, the pairing will still be Cody and Gwen, along with other side pairings available! ;)
Alrighty! Got nothing to say, except enjoy this new version of my Total Drama story! :D
Disclaimer: Total Drama is owned by Teletoon and Fresh TV Inc. I'm doing this out of fun and creativity. ;)
[EDIT: 9/26/2018]
In the fifteenth century, when the Huron people migrated to the north shores of what would be Lake Ontario, they sailed and explored the islands in the Lake to see if they could settle on these dots of land.
The islands that the Huron people landed offered wildlife, herbs, and other natural resources. They resided there for a time...
There was one large island, though, that seven Huron scouts went to that year, in 1436, off the shores of Lake Ontario. They stayed there for three days in the Summer season...
But something happened.
Around noon when the third day came, only one of them came back...
A frightful look on his face said it all. Something had happened to the scouts. They questioned him. He told them that a monster resided there. Cautious, they sent a search party to find where the others were.
When they came back, they found no one on the island. They accused the man of killing them.
He proclaimed his innocence. But they didn't listen. He was executed.
None of the Huron people ever step foot on the island again, so as to respect their fallen brethren's deaths.
Incidents like this never occurred again...until thirty years later.
It was then at the course of those thirty years, things started happening on that island during the Summer.
One-hundred eighty years later after the incident. The year was 1616...and the French have already discovered Lake Ontario.
One day in the Summer season of that year, a group of French travelers explored that same island to see if they could settle there...
When they haven't reported back to their post, they grew worried. They soon sent out a search party over at the island...
...Only to find that one of the travelers was nearly losing his mind when they got there.
They suspected something but didn't know what. They tried to find the other soldiers, but couldn't find them at all either. They soon came to the conclusion that the lone traveler must have killed them for unknown reasons. He was jailed, tried, and executed.
The island never had any more incidents after that...until thirty years later.
During the course of those years during the Summer season, people visited there. Some even camped there. But when that particular thirtieth year comes, along with the same yearly date of a six in its place at Summer-time, it all leads to mysterious deaths.
It was then a campground was built there. It was completed in late August of 1975 to get ready for a Summer camp in the June of 1976. During that time, some reported strange sightings while building the camp, but thought nothing of it after a while. When it was the Summer of 1976, there were more people on the island; children, teenagers, and adults alike.
But something happened during the camp.
Disappearances of children and adults have occurred. So much, that the camp was called off. Eight children, five teenagers, and three adults went missing, making it a total of sixteen people. No one knows what happened...the camp was abandoned after the incident...
They called the authorities to investigate...but they came back saying they couldn't find anything or anyone. No bodies were found. They came to the conclusion that bears have eaten them. All in all, they were all neutral to what happened. Even the town on the shore thought nothing of it anymore.
However, in June 2006, a reality television show was being filmed in the campground on the island. Twenty-two teenage contestants, the host, the chef, and the crew were to stay there for two months...
This island that they were staying at...was named Wawanakwa.
...IT HUNGERS...
6:50 AM
"Hmm...this place ain't bad, Chris." said a large, muscular, dark-skinned man with a chef apron and chef's hat as he looked around the campground. They were in the middle of the site where people are setting up cameras for a new show, a show called Total Drama Island. "I got to admit, this is a good location for a reality show."
"See? What do I tell ya, Chef? This island here is perfect! Even from years of weather conditions, these cabins are still stable " said a handsome looking man, who was known as Chris McLean, wearing a dazzling smile on his face as he stood next to the bigger man. "And look, brah! It has a mess hall over there! You can start cooking up those recipes you've been dying to fix for these little trolls!"
The man known as Chef Hatchet smirked and chuckled, "Heh-heh! Well then, I'm all set! Say, speaking of the little gremlins, when are the contestants comin' over here?"
"Eh, around lunchtime, so I think you better start cooking up whatever slop you call food here real soon." Chris chuckled.
Chef frowned at Chris' jab. "Hey, watch it, pretty boy. I take pride in what I do."
"And you should! We're here to make these kids suffer, so not only this is gonna be 'great' summer for them, but it'll be an even awesome summer for us!" Chris laughed crookedly. "But yeah, like I said, this island is fantastic! And we don't even have to pay for it!"
Chef raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Eh, this place was abandoned after something freaky happened. The owners didn't want to pay for the campground much longer because of it, so they let it go."
"Really?" Chef said in interest. "What happened?"
"Tch, I don't know, maybe bears came by and ate some people. They never really clarified on what happened." Chris said with a shrug.
Chef put a hand on his chin in thought. "Hmm...what's this island called, anyway? I never did get that memo."
"Eh, someplace that's hard to pronounce. Something like, uh…Wananawa?" Chris snickered as he shook his head, trying to pronounce the name right. "I don't know, dude."
Chef's eyes widened in surprise as he processed what Chris had said, "Huh? Wait…do you mean Wawanakwa Island?"
"Yeah! That's it!" Chris said, snapping his fingers at Chef with a grin. "Wawanakwa Island! Heh-heh, when I chose this site, the people over the town shore-side were acting all weird and paranoid about this island, all because of those kids and adults disappearances. They said stuff like, 'That island is cursed!' or 'Something is on that island! I wouldn't go near it!' or some bull. Hah! Yeesh, talk about superstitious."
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute…you mean this is the island where the 'Hunting Massacre' of 1946 happened?" Chef questioned, a little shocked.
"Eh?" Chris said as he looked at Chef strangely with a raised eyebrow. "The Hunting Massacre?"
"Yeah. I read something about this in the old archives in the town library while I was out cruising the town." Chef explained.
"Wait a minute, you read the archives of the town back there?" Chris asked in disbelief.
"Well...yeah. I'm a history buff," Chef said with a shrug.
Chris looked at him with a dull stare. "Dude, you need a new hobby."
The dark-skinned man scowled, "Well, excuse me! I have some culture, unlike you."
Chris scoffed, "Anyways, what were you saying about this 'hunting massacre'?"
"What I was saying, was that there was a massacre here in the month of June 1946, when a group of soldiers who came back from the war went on a hunting trip to this island. Six men entered Wawanakwa Island and they stayed there overnight...in the next morning, however, only one came out of the island. And he was covered in blood. He said that all the other five men were dead."
"Whoa...brutal," Chris said casually.
"He also said that something was on the island, so the authorities checked it out. They said that they found their bodies with shotgun inflicted wounds on their chests...which the man who was alive was carrying."
"Ah. I know where this is going," Chris said with a nod.
"Yeah. So putting together that he was the culprit, they immediately arrested him."
"Hm...so, it was just a guy shooting up his buddies on the island acting all crazy then?"
"Apparently. I think it was more of a post-traumatic stress syndrome type of deal. Poor guy," Chef frowned shaking his head in pity.
"Yeah, pretty sad. So is there a reason why you told me this story?" Chris asked indifferently.
Chef's frown went deeper. "Come on Chris, show some compassion."
"Hey, it happened. Life goes on."
Chef glared at him until he sighed. "Anyway, I thought those events were connected in some way."
"Really? How can your story and mine be even connected at all?" Chris said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well...maybe they were tragic events? One of those people warned you that this island is cursed, right?"
"Tch, you don't really believe that, do you, dude? I mean come on, I don't think it's that difficult to understand what went down. The first time was a horrible PTS syndrome incident, and that other time was just bears that came by and ate them. Just because some bad things rarely happened here on this island, doesn't really mean it's cursed. Sheesh, just because your great-grandma was said to be a voodoo priestess back in the Deep South of the U-S-of-A, doesn't mean you're one too!"
"Hey, I'm just sayin'! I want to make sure this island is safe." defended Chef.
"Dude, it is. I'm telling you, all those events were just dumb unfortunate occurrences. Besides, people have visited this island over the years, and they haven't gotten killed or turned out missing." Chris argued
"Hmm...well, that is true," Chef admitted.
"Yeah. So no worries! The chances of anything bad happening here are very slim! I've also had some scouts check around the island to see if there was any wildlife here. Turns out there isn't!" informed Chris.
"Really?" Chef raised an eyebrow, impressed.
"Yeah! What, do you think I WANT us to get sued if the contestants are harmed by wild animals? I've even put out a border where they can't cross the perimeter of where we're recording! It's all good!"
"…Hm. Okay then," Chef said with a nod. "So you got this all under control?"
"Chef, chillax! I so got it all under control. It's cool, alright?" Chris smiled arrogantly with two thumbs up.
"...Alright." Chef said, kind of okay with that answer.
"Good! Now let's get ourselves ready for the victims', er, I mean, contestants' arrivals." Chris said as he chuckled darkly.
"You know, from what you got planned for these kids, I'm feeling pretty sorry for them right now." Chef commented.
Chris laughed cruelly. "Hey, they've signed up for this! And believe me, it'll get way worse from there! Now chop-chop, Chef! We need to prepare our contestants something to eat! Make it as gruesome as you can!"
"...Don't test me, Chris," Chef said with a scowl.
...It can hear movement.
...It can hear a lot of movement.
Somewhere, resting in parts unknown on the island, something had awakened.
Hiding from mortal eyes, it waits until it makes itself known.
Now isn't the time though...it needs to gather more information. It heard more were coming. Adolescents...
They weren't exactly little children, but if these adolescents were anything like the ones from thirty years ago, easy enough to prey on and scare, then they will be excellent food.
When it landed in this plane of existence, it had time to study this meaningless world's habitat. It didn't go far, as it is limited to its perception, but its limitations were good enough for it to completely wipe away their cautious suspicion. Even the town on the shore is caught in its web.
Either way, when the time comes, it'll be time to feast.
All that delectable, delicious, ripe flesh...all for it's taking.
The smell of mortal flesh was ever-present to it, driving it mad with hunger.
It awoke from its slumber once more, anticipating to be fed. It is that time, that season, for this world's year to become hot and humid. That is when its superior powers heighten. And once there is no more to feast and the season is gone, then it will rest again...waiting...
No matter how many years it sleeps, time means nothing to it. It lived for a long amount of time in other dimensions, this plane of existence won't be any different...
However, when it craves for food, the anticipation is bothersome...
But it can and will wait...it can't rush the hunt.
It already knows the adults' weaknesses and fears. It shall soon know the adolescents' as well.
And they will all taste so marvelously scrumptious.
Yes, it will wait...
Until then...it hungers.
Okay! That's the first chapter! I do want to say, this creature ISN'T THAT creature from where I got this story's inspiration from. This thing is inspired by the creature from where I got this idea from...okay, seriously, if it's not obvious enough to know what I'm referring to, even if you don't know too much about the franchise, then...wow, really? XD
But yeah, tell me with a review if you know what source material I'm using...I mean, if you want to. I'll give you a cookie. :O
But do tell me what you think of this idea! I really am sorry for deleting "Thin", but I really didn't exactly know where to go with that story as I went on. :( But I'm certain I can make this one happen! :D
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Thank you for reading, and until then, keep on rocking everybody! ^_^
-TSP