Well, here's the next one-shot, like nine months later or something. Yeah, I had some procrastination issues. Anyway, this one's rated T for some language and gore at the end. It's a Duncan-centric survival tale with carnivorous donkeys in a ghost town on an island. Yeah. The idea came from a dream I had, where I was the one getting chased. Gulp. Anyway, this is the first thing I've published in almost five months, so hopefully it's a good return to form! Leave a review and let me know how it compares to the stuff I used to write, like, did my writing improve, or have I lost my touch? D: I hope not the latter. Let me know, thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Total Drama or any of its characters, nor am I making any profit from this fanfiction.
Up in Canada, relatively close to Wawanakwa Island, is another island called Makasoka. The site of a prosperous town just a few decades ago, it now lies abandoned. There's a long covered bridge going back to the mainland but it's sealed tightly. Why is it abandoned? Because of what's taken it over. Carnivorous man-eating donkeys. They roamed around the ghost town, and anyone stupid enough to set foot on the island was generally devoured immediately.
Unfortunately, Duncan from Total Drama was about to find himself on the island.
He'd been at a party with his buds Geoff and DJ and the three were playing poker with a stranger. Duncan had had good luck so far. He'd even gotten a full house. The four started off betting with push-ups, but soon they moved on to real money. One round, Duncan was dealt a full house. Twice in one day! He couldn't believe it! The betting went on for a few rounds, when suddenly the stranger bet something unusual. "What say we bet going to Makasoka Island?" asked the man.
Duncan raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
The man grinned slyly. "If you stay in and you lose, you have to spend a night on Makasoka Island. I'm betting that. Fold if you want, pussies."
Geoff folded. "Sorry dude, not worth it. Didn't have a good hand anyway." DJ folded too.
Duncan looked at his hand. A full house was pretty good. He'd still fold though, if he didn't see anything to gain. They'd only bet a little money on this round, and if he won he really didn't care whether or not the stranger even went to the island. "I'm staying in," he finally said, "but I'm betting two hundred bucks." The man bet as well, and then they showed each other their hands.
Duncan looked at the man's cards. Royal flush. Shit. He was going to have to go to Maksoka Island.
The punk stole someone's boat and started heading towards the island. The stranger stood on the docks, holding a gun. His intentions were pretty clear. Duncan would go to the island or Duncan would die. Makasoka was only a few hundred yards away from shore, connected by the now-closed bridge of course. Duncan had no idea why the stranger had bet such a weird thing, or why he was insistent Duncan followed up on the bet, but he didn't have much choice, so he docked at the island and hopped out.
Immediately, a little creature in an orange suit jumped out of nowhere to stand next to him. "Hello! I'm your gremlin!"
Duncan screamed a girly little scream. "Relax!" yelled the little creature. Duncan kept screaming, earning himself a slap from the 'gremlin'. "Calm down and listen to me if you want to live, bastard!" Duncan stopped screaming.
"Look, you're in a dangerous place now. I'm a gremlin, one of many creatures who live in dangerous places and come to the aid of humans who are in need. And you, my friend, are in a lot of need." Duncan fainted. "Point in case." Another slap woke the punk up. "Stop fainting, you pussy! Look, why are you here?"
Duncan blinked, still amazed at the strange creature in front of him. "I lost a poker game and I have to spend the night here."
The gremlin laughed, rolling on the ground and banging his fists on it. "You stupid son of a gun! Hahahahahaha! You're so stupid! But it's my job to help you survive." Duncan nodded, then pointed behind the gremlin and shrieked in terror. A thin albino donkey with large ears and yellow teeth stood there, staring them both down.
The gremlin chuckled. "Don't worry, moron, that ain't one of the carnivorous ones. If it was, you'd be dead now. Now come on, it'll be night soon. We'll find you a tree to sleep in and come morning, assuming you don't fall out of the tree in your sleep and get eaten, we can get you back home. Not that I particularly want to. Seeing you get eaten would be fun."
Duncan sighed. "Show me a tree, please?" The gremlin obliged. He climbed up, wedged himself tightly and safely between two of the highest branches, and nodded off.
The bad boy opened his eyes to a brilliant sunrise. The tree he was in was on a vegetated part of the island next to the small abandoned town. He stood up in the tree and looked over to his boat, prepared to jump down and sprint for it. Then he noticed something peculiar. The boat was gone.
The gremlin popped up next to him, almost frightening him into losing his grip on the branch. "Oh, wondering where your boat went? It got eaten. Not only are these donkeys carnivorous, they also have healthy appetites for ocean vessels. They don't call them dangerous for no reason."
Duncan groaned. "Really? What do I do now?"
"Well," pondered the gremlin, "If you swim they'll certainly take after you and kill you. If you're quiet you can sneak through the town and to the bridge. It's walled off though, you'll have to find a way past it. Yeah. Good luck with that. Bye sucker!" The gremlin disappeared into thin air, leaving the TDA winner all alone.
Duncan groaned. He hopped out of the tree and surveyed his surroundings. A few of the albino donkeys were grazing nearby, but he already knew they were harmless. However, off in the distance he made out a small figure charging at him and gulped. The gremlin showed up again, yelped "That's a dangerous one. I'd start running if I were you!" and disappeared. The figure got closer and closer. It was a rather small but really fat donkey with medium-gray fur. It whinnied, showing off terrifyingly pointy teeth.
The bad boy screamed a relatively unmanly scream before turning and sprinting away as fast as he could. The donkey was much faster though. Within seconds it had halved the distance between them. It had come from the opposite direction of the town, so Duncan ran into the group of abandoned buildings. Knowing he could never outrun the vicious creature behind him, he charged at an old building. The door was locked but he threw himself against it and it buckled under his weight. The bad boy quickly surveyed his surroundings before throwing the door back against its frame. Moments later, the donkey reached him and slammed into the door, splintering it. Duncan screamed.
He turned around and ran up the steps, emerging into a second floor hallway. He ran along it, shoved open a window, and stepped out, jumping down to land on the roof of a one-story building below. The donkey plopped out behind him but missed the roof he was on, instead falling onto the ground. It looked at him, whinnied, and started circling the building like a shark circles a rowboat.
Duncan gulped, but he was safe for now, that was certain. There was no roof access and donkeys couldn't climb, not even carnivorous ones. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked around. Far off in the distance he could see the bridge to the mainland. Between him and it lay the whole town, with small buildings galore. The place looked like it belonged in the 1930s, which it probably did as it had been abandoned for years.
Glancing around, all of the buildings surrounding him were two or three stories, so he couldn't just jump onto another roof. The roof he was on had a bunch of vines growing on it and a tiny metal chimney thingy. Duncan wrenched it out of the roof and threw it hard at the second-story window of a building directly opposite him, hoping it would break the window, allowing him to climb through. It did nothing. Meanwhile, the decrepit old building he was standing on was starting to buckle under his weight. The whole thing caved in and he jumped to the side, crouching on the very edge, the donkey grinning at him from below. All the roof was gone now, minus the edges above the walls, and those were quickly crumbling.
With no time to think, he threw himself at the closest building, the one he had tried to break through. Landing on the window ledge, he scrambled for handholds as one arm pinwheeled behind and his feet barely stayed on. Just as both of his hands found grip on the windowsill of the third floor above him, the psycho donkey leapt and bit the back of his foot.
Shrieking in pain, both of Duncan's feet slipped off the ledge and he was left hanging by his fingers. Thankfully, the punk had some pretty good upper-body strength, so he easily pulled himself up onto the third floor sill and then the roof, which was already collapsed on this building. He dropped into the third floor to find himself surrounded by mini donkeys with wings.
Yes. Mini donkeys. With wings.
Screaming his lungs out, he tore down the stairs to the second floor and then the ground floor, and flung open the front door. Right in front of him was the fat gray donkey from earlier, smiling at him and showing off its large sharp teeth. Duncan kicked it in the face and ran past, charging for the bridge at the end of the island. The donkey recovered relatively quickly however, and soon it was after him again. The bad boy was certain he could beat it to the bridge, which wasn't far away now, but suddenly, the mini donkeys flew in front of him. He ducked into the nearest building and started raiding drawers until he found what he was looking for. Silverware.
Peeking back outside, the fat donkey was almost upon him. He yelled, slammed the door, and bolted it, then dashed up to the second floor, where he leaned out the window, a bunch of knives and forks gripped in his hands. Spotting the smaller donkeys flying closer, he quickly started throwing the silverware and took them out one by one. When he was done they were all lying on the ground, dead or dying, with blood pooling around them. Duncan fist-pumped.
Suddenly, the main donkey crashed through the ceiling above him and landed on the poor punk. Screaming in terror, Duncan squirmed out from under it as the carnivore caught its breath. Duncan dove out the window, the donkey right after him. He crossed the remainder of Maksoka Island to the bridge, sprinting as fast as he could.
He reached the bridge well ahead of the donkey, which had gotten distracted eating the carcasses of its silverwared comrades, only to find a gate blocked his way. He jumped over it, but at the beginning of the bridge was another gate, this one extending to the top of the bridge's roof, preventing him from jumping or climbing over. To either side of him were thick metal walls, and behind him was way he'd come, with the donkey rapidly approaching.
The bad boy found the lock for the gate and shook it with his hands. It didn't budge. There was a key chain hanging from a peg on the wall. He grabbed it and tried the first key. No luck. There were two keys left. The second key didn't work. One key left.
Meanwhile, the donkey caught up and jumped over the first gate. It was only ten feet away from Duncan now. He hurriedly jammed the third key in the lock, only to find out it didn't work either. Well, he was screwed. The teen turned to face his imminent doom, and the donkey grinned at him before lunging at his face and biting into it, ripping at his flesh as his arms flailed uselessly. The donkey temporarily left his mauled face to bite off one of his legs and chew and swallow it. By that time, Duncan had half bled out, but he was still alive as the carnivorous horse-relative ripped open his ribcage and devoured his heart. A few seconds later Duncan was truly dead, and the beast went to finishing off his delicious corpse. It was the first human it'd eaten in a decade and a half, and this one was really delicious. Not enough fat though, and it could've used some ketchup.
The gremlin showed up, floating in midair well out of the donkey's reach. "Well, looks like that chap didn't make it, and I can't say he deserved to make it out either. What idiot doesn't know keys are awful? All he had to do was say 'open sesame' and he would've been out. Screw you, you stupid donkey, but enjoy your meal." Then the gremlin disappeared again.
Back on shore, the stranger who had made the punk go to the island was watching the remainders of Duncan's corpse getting eaten. He had some pretty good binoculars which let him see that far. The "man" then removed his suit and ripped off "his" face. He wasn't really a him, but a her. A her with curly orange hair, green clothing, and a wicked grin. Izzy.
"Hahaha, that was awesome! I've never seen something cooler than that in my life. Time to find more victims. Wahahahaha!" She giggled innocently and walked into a dark alleyway, disappearing from sight.
Well, that was a weird ending. Keep in mind those one-shots have no continuity, meaning that even though Duncan died here and Trent died in the previous one, they could well be used in other one-shots and probably will be. It feels good to be writing again, it really does! I don't know what the next one-shot will be, but hopefully it'll be just as psycho as this one. Until, next time, TIAW over and out!
~TIAW Mr. Coconut Beatle