"Hey there, viewers!" Chris sat in the lifeguard chair on the dock, sipping lemonade with an umbrella giving him shade. "In case you don't remember, I'm about to welcome eighteen wannabe-hosts here, to compete for hostmentude over the remainder of the Total Drama series, plus one hundred thousand dollars!" Slurp. "And now we're about to welcome our female competitors!"
Chris wore a broad smile as a boat pulled up to the dock. Off of it stepped a skinny girl, with slightly curled red hair, pulled back with a clip. Her face was filled with freckles, and a slight smile tickled her lips. She wore a long green skirt with spaghetti straps and golden sequins. Her legs were covered with white leggings and brown flats. She wore golden hoop earrings, and a golden 'Daughters Pride' necklace hung around her neck.
"This is Waverly!" Chris introduced her to the camera.
Waverly chuckled, and smiled. "It's really nice to meet you Chris!"
Apparently the laughter was contagious, because a light laughter escaped Chris's lips. "Just go stand over there Waverly," Chris indicated the end of the dock. Slurp. "And here's your new playmate, Isabella!"
The next person dropped off was a tall, porcelain pale girl with black, curly hair sleeked to the right side of her neck. She wore a black cropped jacket, with a blue empire waist dress, and black boots.
She completely ignored Chris's welcome, and walked over to Waverly. "Is this really what you're wearing?" She asked, scowling with her eyebrow raised.
Waverly laughed, but Isabella's face remained tight and disapproving. "This isn't a catwalk silly!" She laughed even louder.
As they were talking, the boat pulled up again, this time dropping off a well built girl with long, bright red hair, and bangs that almost covered up her eyes. She wore a pink jersey with the number 13 on the back, baggy camo pants, and black converses with skulls, peace signs, and hearts on them.
"Say hello to Ezekiel!" Chris almost laughed at the boyish name.
"Call me Zee," Zee smiled, despite her originally rough first impression.
"You have a guy name!" Isabella laughed snobbishly. "And converses? So last month!"
Waverly laughed awkwardly, trying to relieve the tension. It didn't work.
Zee forced an evil smile. "Don't make me find a shovel," She whispered menacingly through her teeth.
Chris watched the drama unfold with a bored look on his face. Slurp.
As Zee walked over to the other two contestants, a tall, tan girl stepped onto the dock. A dark brown French braid went down to her shoulder blade area. She wore a purple hoodie, with frayed skinny jeans, and grey converses. Thin silver bracelets dominated her right arm, and jingled as she walked. A silver chain was around her neck.
"Oh my god Chris! It's so nice to meet you!" The girl ran to the base of the lifeguard stand, and looked up at the old host expectantly.
"Hey…Jo…" Chris said awkwardly.
"I'm always around the crazies," Isabella slapped her forehead.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Zee grabbed her by the front of her jacket.
"Step off Man Hands!" The snob commanded.
"Guys, let's just calm down!" Waverly tried to pry Zee's hands off of Isabella's shirt, to no avail.
"Aren't you going to do anything?" Jo and Chris watched as the argument unfolded.
"Maybe later," Chris shrugged. Slurp.
As the fight wound down, a new girl appeared on the docks without anybody noticing. She was short, with spiky and long chestnut hair, and razor bangs. She had olive toned skin, was wearing boyfriend jeans, a blue v-neck top, and red sneakers.
She had an opened mouthed smile, and waved awkwardly.
"Oh hey, there's Amy. When'd she get here?" Chris noticed.
Nobody else had noticed the woman's arrival either. She practically whispered "Hey,", and walked over to stand next to Waverly, who was panting after barely separating the girls who were still glaring at each other.
"Anyway, here comes our sixth contestant!" Chris announced the arrival of another girl.
This woman had chocolate colored skin, with black hair in a bowl and bob cut. She wore a purple and blue jacket, with the graphitti tags of 'Power' and 'Oblivion' in a cross, with blue skinny jeans and red Converses.
"Everybody say hello to Jennae!" Chris commanded.
"Hey!" Jo cried out, but no one else did. "Oh," She realized her mistake.
"Hey girls!" Jennae walked over to the other girls, and stood next to Isabella, smiling suggestively at her.
"Er…hey. Nice…uh…jeans. Very 90s." Isabella continued to babble awkwardly as she moved to the other side of the line.
"You seem nice," Waverly declared with a smile.
"Thanks!" Jennae laughed.
The boat pulled up to drop off the seventh contestant. She was average height, with sky blue streaks in long blonde hair. She had on a green top with golden letters spelling TDI, blue jeans, and green wedges. She had icy blue eyes that could pierce through you like bullet, but were contrasted by a smile.
"Hey guys!" She smiled, waving as she walked over.
Jo knew enough to keep quiet at that point.
"This is Gabby!" Chris introduced.
"A blue streak? This isn't the 90s," Isabella critiqued.
"You said that the 90s were cool!" Jennae cried.
"I was trying to stop you from deflowering someone on television!" Isabella smirked.
Jennae dejectedly looked at the ground. Amy put her hand on Jennae's shoulder, and smiled warmly.
"Don't be such a fashion victim tight ass," Gabby smiled.
"That hurts, but it doesn't burn, Street Meat!" Isabella argued.
"If so, why are you blushing?" Gabby pointed out. "And those are some nice boots. How many animals were killed to make those?" She high-fived Zee as she stepped into line.
"Don't cross me!" Isabella warned.
"Too late," Jo smiled.
Isabella began to grind her teeth together.
The eighth girl had a light tan, with short honey blonde hair and bangs almost covering her eyes. She wore a forest green tank top under a leather jacket, dark skinny jeans, and black sneakers.
"Please welcome Cherie!" Chris said. Slurp.
"Wow, green under black? So clashing!" Isabella declared rudely.
Cherie completely ignored her reprimanding. "Where can a girl get a bite to eat around here?" She asked with a yawn.
"I think Chef is boiling some shoes in the mess hall if you want in," Chris shrugged.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Isabella screamed.
"I think I'll just go wait there," Cherie began to walk away.
"No way, you have to wait here until all of the competitors have arrived!" Chris commanded.
"Aww," Cherie looked at the ground sadly has her stomach began to growl. Yawn.
Slurp.
The final woman to step onto the dock was a somewhat tall girl with a snow white complexion. Her deep brown eyes matched her deep red hair, hanging down to her shoulder with wide swept bangs. She wore two tank tops, blue on top, white below. She also wore white denim shorts, and matching flip flops.
"This is Candi!" Chris introduced. He looked sadly at his empty lemonade glass and sighed.
Isabella scowled at the girl's outfit, but said nothing.
"Are you afraid of getting owned again?" Zeke asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I'll scratch your eyes out!" She was about to leap at Zeke, but all of the other girls leapt forward to separate them. Waverly was glad it wasn't just her.
"These are your girls, folks!" Chris smiled. "And we'll meet our guys right after a word from our sponsors!"
"Thanks for waiting!" Chris said to the camera. "We've managed to clear up our little problem…" Isabella and Zee were tied to different poles supporting the docks, their feet in the water.
"I totally object to this! My boots are Prada!" Isabella struggled.
"Keep quiet beauty queen!" Zee commanded harshly.
"And now we're back. So, without further a due, our first male competitor!"
The guy was tall, and had unruly brown hair, covered with a hat with the PEPSI logo on it. He had a nice tan, and wore an AK-49 T-shirt, NIKE shorts, and NIKE shoes. He had brown eyes, and sported a toothy smile.
"Hey guys!" He cried. Upon seeing the two girls tied to a pole, he laughed. "Hah! You guys are tied to poles!"
"Everybody say hello to Jeff!" Chris said.
"You look like a walking billboard!" Jo chuckled.
"I think that's kind of hot," Candi said.
"Who is this guy? I can't see him!" Zee tried to twist her head around to look, but couldn't.
"I think I just saw a shark!" Isabella looked down at the water in fear.
"Maybe we should let them off now…" Waverly and Amy looked worriedly at the two women.
At this, everybody else laughed, except for Jeff, who just looked confused.
"Nah." Chris shook his head. "And here is our next competitor!" He greeted a man with spiky red hair. He had light skin, and wore a black T-shirt under a red blazer, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Despite his outward appearance, his green eyes were joking and fun.
"Hey Zack!" Chris called out.
"Hey Chris," Zack then noticed to the two frightened girls tied to posts.
"This guy is hot too…" Candi said.
"Well what's so great about guys?" Jennae asked.
"Are you kidding me?" Candi cried in disbelief.
"Something just brushed by my foot!" Isabella cried.
Zee's leg lashed out, and a shark erupted from the water, thrashing about. It resurfaced, looking angry, and began to torpedo back towards the girls.
"I'll save you!" Zack cried, leaping off the dock, into the water creating splash, covering the girls.
"Bleh!" Isabella spat out dirty fish water into Zee's red hair.
"Thanks," She said sarcastically.
He didn't resurface for several seconds, the girls looking down at the murky water in anticipation. Everybody crowded to the edge of the docks.
It was silent until Chris cried, "Hey! Down in front! I'm trying to watch this!" Some of the girls got on their knees.
Cherie and Gabby began to rapidly untie Zeke and Isabella.
Then Zack's head broke the surface, and he gasped for air, before being dragged back under. His hand tried to grab desperately for something, but couldn't find anything. Only bubbles rose up to the surface after that. Chris stepped onto the edge.
"And here lies Zack, the first contestant to ever die on the set of Total Drama. You may have a moment to mourn him but I would very much like it if we could move on." He said.
But then the boat pulled up again at pretty much the worst possible time. It stopped abruptly, causing Zack and the shark to fly out of the water onto the dock.
"Did they just get thrown by a boat?" Zee asked, climbing out of the water, and ringing out the bottom of her jersey.
"That. Was. Awesome!" Jeff laughed.
"I wonder if we're insured for boat damage?" Chris asked.
"I don't remember signing a waver for anything like that," Gabby said. Amy shrugged.
Chris walked away and began talking urgently into his phone.
"Is anybody going to help him?" Jo cried, dashing forward.
"Oh, thanks…I think I have a broken ri_AH!" Jo ignored Zack, stepping on his chest on her way to the shark, flopping around wildly.
She grabbed it around its waist area, and dropped it into the water. It began to sink, and as it went down, air bubbles rose to the surface. "I wonder if it was okay after all," Cherie looked worriedly at the water. "I'm bored again," She walked away to go see what Chris was doing.
Meanwhile, Zack was spazzing out on the dock, clutching his stomach. Waverly dashed to his side, and squatted down. "Are you okay?" She asked.
Zack responded by shooting a geyser of water out of his mouth, making a pool on the dock.
"I think he might need mouth to mouth," Zee snickered.
"Well…okay," Waverly shrugged, plugged his nose, and began breathing into his mouth.
He began to struggle, and tried to sit up. Waverly backed off, and he blew more water onto the dock. He lay back down, and pretended to be dead. "Continue," He said.
Waverly walked away, and rejoined the crowd. "But seriously, I think I might have bone fractures in my esophagus." Zack got on his knees, and started coughing.
"Ahem," In all of the commotion, nobody had noticed the new competitor arrive. He was kind of short, with curly, dark brown hair. He was eerily pale, with deep set brown eyes. He wore tight skinny jeans, a purple shirt with brown blazer, a green scarf, and white sneakers.
"Who's this guy?" Gabby asked, to which nobody had an answer.
They looked around for Chris, but he was probably still trying to negotiate a waver.
"So what's your name pal?" Jeff asked.
The newcomer pointedly ignored him, walking over Zack, who was still on the ground. "WHY?" He cried.
"My name is_" The guy was about to introduce himself, when the boat honked as it pulled up again. "I hate being interrupted!" The man stopped his foot in annoyance.
"I hate being stepped on!" Zack moaned.
The fourth male was short, with buzzed red hair, green eyes, and tons of freckles. He had on a green shirt, green cargo pants, and white tennis shoes.
He spoke with a heavy Scottish accent. "Hey guys, my name is Alex," He said.
"Isn't Chris back yet?" Isabella asked irritably.
As she said that, a man carrying a giant stack of papers ran onto the dock. All that could be seen were jean shorts and sandals. The stack teetered and threatened to fall over, but never did. "Okay, now sign here, here, here and here!" He commanded running around the dock to each competitor.
They all signed, slightly confused, except for Zack, who just lay there on the dock. "Um…sign here!" The intern said, sitting down next to him and waving the paper in his face.
"Can I not, and just sue you people?" He asked.
"Not if you want to be the new host of Total Drama," Chris returned to the dock.
Zack grumbled moodily as he reached for the pen the intern handed to him.
"So, as I was saying…" The still unnamed contestant began, just as the boat pulled up again. "Oh come on!" He cried.
Blaring music that half-deafened most of the competitors, a man leaped off of the boat carrying a giant stereo.
"How many Geoff types do we need on this show?" Chris sighed.
"Huh?" Jeff turned his head, wondering if he heard his name.
The fifth male wannabe-host was tanned, and had straight black hair, going down past his shoulders. He had on a red Hawaiian shirt, with bright white pants.
"Where's your cowboy hat, poser?" Isabella taunted.
"Yeah, how many party people do we really need on the show?" Jo asked.
"Geoff was my idle as a little kid watching the show! I modeled myself to be exactly like him!" The man defended himself.
"Well guys, this is Emile," Chris said.
"Yes, and I'm_" The very annoyed contestant with no name was interrupted.
"So where's the party at?" Emile asked.
"You missed it. It was a riot," Gabby rolled her eyes, as Zack rung out his still wet dark red hair.
"STOP INTERRUPTING ME! MY NAME IS_!" No Name screamed at the top of his lungs, but Zee cut in.
"There's no need to yell. We're all ears," She tried to calm him down.
Interrupted Guy fell into some kind of calm rage. There was menace in his voice. "That's what I've been trying to do." He said.
"Woohoo! I like you guys already!" Emile smiled widely.
"So, as I've been trying to say all this time…" The guy continued to say.
"Oh, here's our sixth male competitor!" Chris pointedly interrupted him, as the boat pulled up.
"I already hate him," Captain Mystery said.
The next person to appear on the dock was of average height, with dark brown mop hair. He wore a white button down shirt, with a white tie, black slacks, and black heeled boots. Across his back he had slung an electric guitar case.
"Say hello to Alex…er…number two!" Chris said.
"What do you mean?" Alex asked.
"My name is Alex too!" Scottish Alex ran up to him.
"My brother," The Alexs fist bumped.
"Spare me," Isabella rolled her eyes.
"I love musicians," Candi said.
"I'm guessing that she's deprived," Zee explained to Jennae.
The sixth male had light brown skin, and short bangs, with shoulder length dreads. He wore a green T-shirt with a peace sign, and a white one underneath. On his wrists he had two Jamaican colored flag wristbands, as well as two rings on his right hand. He had cargo pants on, with sandals too big for him.
"Cody," Chris nodded in welcome.
"Hey guys," Cody waved at the crowed.
"I've always wanted to meet someone with a genuine Jamaican accent!" Jo cried. "Dreams really do come true!"
"So. Weird." Isabella said.
Mysteriously, the boat hadn't left the dock.
"Are you going to pick up the last two contestants or not?" Chris asked, very annoyed.
"One of them said that they wouldn't need me to," A tan and muscled man in a sailor's uniform came out onto the boat's deck.
"What do you mean by that?" Chris asked. Immediately after he spoke, a purple cloud of smoke erupted at the opposite end of the dock from the contestants.
Two men tumbled across the planks from within it. One of them gagged and choked, while the other stood up calmly.
He was tall and wiry. He wore round glasses, and a ridiculous curly Italian moustache grown beneath his nose. With a purple and blue tight suit and white cape, he looked like a total freak.
His accent was incredibly weird too. "Hello, my name is Mr. Mysterio!" He said.
"Nice try, Chuck!" Chris walked up to the man. The other contestants snickered at his stupid name. Chris proceeded to tear off his fake moustache, leaving a red mark beneath his nose. Then he removed the hat, and brown hair tumbled down his head, covering his eyes, and traveling down to his cheeks. It parted directly above his nose.
"Come on man, not cool!" His new voice sounded much more genuine. It was like a mix of skater dude, and guy who spends way too much time online.
"Do you know what's not cool?" The final contestant dusted himself off, and shook purple dust out of his blonde, mop-like hair. He had on only a white tank top and frayed, light blue jeans. Otherwise he was barefoot. He was light skinned and well muscled. He had bright blue eyes, but was scowling at Mr. Mysterio/ Chuck.
"So, this is Chuck," Chris indicated the magician.
"Mr. Mysterio!" He objected.
Chris ignored him. "And this is David!" He indicated the other man.
"Please, people. Call me Grease." Grease said, after seeing all of the ladies.
"Wow, he's mine." Candi drooled.
"Enough is enough. Just. Shut. Up." Gabby rolled her eyes, tucking her blue streak back behind her ear.
"How come girls never swoon over me?" Chuck asked Jeff.
"You really don't want me to answer that man," He said. "Well actually, it's because you're a gigantic nerdball," Jeff changed his mind about keeping quiet.
Chuck scowled.
"Where are your shoes?" Jennae asked.
"I was dipping my feet in the water, when this freak teleported me over here!" Grease indicated Chuck angrily.
"How did you do that anyway?" Waverly asked him.
"A magician never reveals his secrets!" Chuck smiled.
"Would you please teach me?" Jo begged.
"Maybe some other time," Chuck relished the attention.
"Too bad nobody cares!" Chris interjected.
"Humph," Chuck grunted, his ego temporarily deflated.
"So now that we're all here, I can review the rules for any of you who don't know." Chris said, standing in front of the crowd.
"Can I at least properly introduce myself first?" Brown Blazer, Purple Shirt Guy asked.
"No," Chris said cheerfully. "So, you all should know that whenever you need to vent anything, the Confessional Bathroom will always be open!" He smiled, indicating the run down Porta-John.
"Couldn't it be somewhere else this time?" Scottish Alex asked.
"No way! Watching you people keel over is one of my favorite things!" Chris said.
"Sick," Zack said.
"Except there is something special about elimination this year!" Chris smirked.
"This isn't going to be good," Zee predicted.
"Are you all ready?" Chris asked, not that he cared.
"What are we supposed to be ready for?" Musician Alex asked skeptically.
"This!" Chris said, pulling out a remote. He clicked a big red button, and behind him, at the base of Wawanakwa Mountain, rose an approximately ten story metal platform. It creaked and groaned as it rose. The contestants were covered by its shadow. There were skinny stairs with no railings leading up to it. A mysterious tube led from the top, and twisted and turned, leading down to where the Boat of Losers was docked.
"Dare I ask what that is?" Gabby asked, pointing to the tube.
"Yes you do. That is the Spiral of Shame!" Chris said cheerfully.
"So wait! We're having eliminations up there?" Isabella cried in disbelief. Amy's mouth fell open wide.
"Awesome!" Emile cheered.
Emile Confessional: "That is so awesome! I can already tell this season is going to be off the hook!"
Waverly Confessional: "I would never tell anyone, but I have a little fear of heights. It's nothing big, just barfing…no big deal. Heh, heh."
Jennae Confessional: "So I'm finally in the running to become the new host! I can't believe it! But for some reason I think people are being a little turned off by me. I can't imagine why."
"So, it's time for our first challenge!" Chris announced.
"First challenge? Already? Don't we get any time to settle in first?" Isabella cried.
"Of course not! Where would be the fun in that?" Chris said.
"But what about teams?" Candi asked.
"Oh, did I forget to talk about that?" Chris asked.
"I just started paying attention, what are we talking about?" Cherie asked.
"This time, there are no teams! It's all for one and one for all, right from the start!" Chris smirked.
"What?" All the campers cried.
Zack Confessional: "No teams? That means I won't be able to work with any of the hot women here before I have to actually start being competitive!"
Chuck Confessional: "That's actually a relief for me. I don't work well with people in person. Actually, I avoid people online too. I like to solo the dragons. Wait, what was I talking about?"
"So what's the challenge?" Cherie asked with a yawn.
"Shush!" Chris cried. "The challenges this season are all going to be based on things celebrities, or in your case, hosts, or in my case, both…"
"Just get on with it!" Isabella said.
"Pushy," Chris rolled his eyes. "Anyway, each challenge is based off of things you'll have to go through if you win,"
"Well that doesn't sound so bad," Grease shrugged.
"So now, for your first challenge, you must all do photo shoots around the camp," Chris said.
"I don't get what photo shoots have to do with being a host," Zee said.
"We're posing in front of cameras for a challenge! Why question it?" Isabella argued.
"I'm with Zee. How is this hard at all?" Gabby asked.
"You'll see," Chris smiled. Chef then walked up with a rusty bucket in hand.
"Why does he smell like boiled shoe?" Cody asked Cherie.
"You don't want to know." She answered.
"You will all walk up and select one location or activity from the bucket." Chris explained. "Isabella, you're first." He commanded.
"Why me?" She asked.
"Because nobody likes you." Jeff answered quite honestly.
"Fine," Isabella walked up to the bucket and picked up a sheet of paper. "PENDELUM OF DOOM?" She cried in disbelief.
"And that's why it's hard," Chris said to Gabby. "You see, hosts and celebrities must keep their composure in any situation. If you're caught on a magazine cover with your pants down, you'll be fired, and out on the streets." Chris said.
"That explains it." Gabby moaned.
"So, come on now everybody, pick a slip!" Chris smiled.
And so ends the first real chapter! And as of now, apps are officially CLOSED.
Once again, special thanks to Racin' Mason 24, The Internet MeMe Weeaboo, KiLLehrKaRMa, neko-naito, Nyhlus, Internet Killed The TV, Fizzy Starburst, Telehphone, Miss Snicket McGidgette, wibblie27, Tornography, tdifreak55, BeatHimUpQuietly, LovedForHer, and Total Drama Overload!
P.S Sorry to Fizzy Starburst for those typos! I somehow missed the "Fizzy" part of your name before, and Waverly WAS in the Word document. To those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, completely disregard this little shout out.
So who do you think will get voted out first? Post reviews with your ideas or comments or even both! See you next chapter, where a contestant WILL be eliminated!