Total Drama Deception Chapter 10: Fanficception!, a total drama series fanfic

"Wait wait wait, what?"

Sam shrugged and just looked around, amused at the OCs expressions. "Exactly what I said. We're in a fanfiction."

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Michael growled. "Because I seem to have a fist that can rearrange your mental structure if necessary."

Sam nodded to Morpheus Chef, who cracked his knuckles menacingly. Michael backed down.

"Now I understand you all have questions," the author said soothingly.

"Oh really? I never would have guessed!" Leanne snarled, and Chef stepped between the author and the thirteen angry contestants.

"I'm going to explain everything, don't you worry," Sam said calmly. "Right now, in fact. As long as I get a guarantee that none of you try to attack me or escape while I'm doing so."

"No promises," Aurora hissed.

Sam cleared his throat. "Does the word 'guarantee' mean nothing to you?"

Belinda growled and tried to walk up to him but Chef just pushed her back.

Michael and Janet stepped forward. "We accept," Janet said. "Explain everything."

Sam sighed. "Okay. But don't blame me if you have a psychiatric break. Or rather...do blame me."

"You see, you all are in what is known as a SYOC fic. Authors on submit their original characters to what is usually a competition fic. I am the author of said fic, and took it upon myself to screw around with you and make you do whatever the hell I want you to."

"You mean YOU were the one who made me think I was a Pikachu?" Midnight bellowed, and had to be held back by Jairo and Peter.

"Yes," the blond boy replied simply. "But there's more to it than that. Now you're going to have to pay attention, no matter how hard that may be for..." His eyes looked over Leslie and Da Zeke. "...some people."

"I take offense at that," Leslie pouted.

"Thank you!" was Da Zeke's response.

"I ASSUME you all have heard of fanfiction."

"Of course," Matthew shrugged.

Leslie glared. "The last time I tried writing fanfiction...it didn't go too well...THEY WOULDN'T DO WHAT I WANTED THEM TO!"

To the OCs surprise, Sam actually doubled over laughing at this. "Oh yeah...yeah...um, you kind of have me to blame for that too. Beyond the Fourth Wall, anyone?"

"Explain yourself," Peter growled.

"Very well. But don't be surprised if you just end up even more confused than before."

"You see, each author on Fanfiction has what is known as an "authorverse." All of the fics that they make are interconnected, but each fic is separate. The canon Total Drama characters are molded to fit what the particular author wants. But the OCs created by the author are the actual denizens of that authorverse. The author controls all their characters in a story, and posts it to get reviews and praise so they can give themselves a pat on the back."

"Now, in every authorverse, there is one character that is what is known as an 'agent.' An agent is the only character in that authorverse that is aware of the fic and is capable of traveling between fics, and even traveling to different authorverses..." Sam gave Leslie a significant glance.

Leslie looked at Morpheus Chef and her eyes widened. "You...YOU! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO RUINED MY FIC!"

"Morpheus Chef is MY agent," Sam shrugged. "But traveling to a different authorverse is incredibly dangerous and could end up getting an agent stuck there...and I've been having a couple of problems myself."

"I'm so confused right now," Jairo groaned, placing a hand to his forehead.

"LEL is the agent of a user by the name of Wish I Was A Pirate. And he seems hellbent on trolling my story with his...weirdness."

"YOU DESERVE IT!" Leslie screamed.

"ScrowmegMeha, agent of Anatee Takamorako or whatever the heck it is. Shapeshifter, and was the reason that the 'dead' contestants managed to escape. He also killed Adrian, which led us to our current situation, correct?"

"Wait, hold up," Matthew interrupted. "You're saying I was created by a fanfiction user?"

"You ALL were!" Sam shouted, grinning. He pointed at Leslie. "YOU were created by ThePessimisticRainbow." He spun and pointed at Peter. "YOU were created by Applause2014." He pointed at Janet. "YOU were created by KaylaBow!"

"You were created by Ewisko! You were created by TheLovelyReaper! You were created by BlueIce RedFire! You were created by...um, how do I pronounce this? xXBlueOrchidsXx! You were created by The-Normal Twit! You both were created by Nightlingale! You were created by...ILoveHaleyReinhart! You were created by mrean22!

Finally, he pointed at Lauren. "And YOU were created by some random guest!"

"OH COME ON!" Lauren exclaimed.

"So wait, if there's only one character who can travel between authorverses, how are we here?" Michael asked.

Sam smirked, as if he'd been waiting for someone to ask that question. "I was given permission."

"By WHO?" Belinda snarled.

"Your owners! They gave me express permission to use you and do whatever the hell I want with you!"

Midnight lunged at him, only to be swatted aside by Morpheus Chef.

"So how do we get out?" Leanne asked, sounding surprisingly casual for having just been told she was just a character.

Sam chuckled. "You don't. I have total control of this story. There is no way out."

Belinda felt something vibrate in her pocket, and looked down in shock to see that she'd received a text message. The signal was back.

Felt like you guys could use a little more help.

-Scrow

Belinda moved towards the back, letting everyone else do the talking.

"So no one's been paying attention to me because of you?" Lauren roared.

"I've been acting like a psychopath because of you?" Aurora seethed.

"I kept tripping over things because of you?"

"I thought I was a Pikachu because of you?" Midnight looked ready to explode.

"I WENT THROUGH A PSYCHIATRIC BREAK BECAUSE OF YOU?" Leslie screamed.

"I like peanuts," said Zeke.

"Uh, I'm actually pretty sure Sam didn't cause Leslie's psychiatric break," Leanne commented.

Belinda punched in numbers in the back.

"Give us a reason why we shouldn't kill you right now," Jairo moved threateningly towards him.

"I can give you two," Sam replied smugly. "One, Morpheus Chef. Two, I'm not actually the author. I'm merely his avatar in this world."

"Who cares?" Peter said dramatically. "I'm sure it could make us all feel better!"

"You don't understand," he chuckled. "Characters can only rebel against the author with the direct intervention of an agent. No one has done that."

Matthew started punching himself in the face, while Janet started beating up Leslie. Ha ha, you get it? I can make them do whatever the hell I want!

MIDNIGHT PULLS DOWN HIS PANTS! AURORA TRIES TO SLIT ZEKE'S THROAT! JAMES AND LAUREN TRY TO EAT EACH OTHER! JAIRO AND PETER MAKE OUT! (ha ha, just kidding. Sorry, Leslie.)

Sam laughed maniacally as chaos erupted. Everything was going according to plan! Everything IS going according to plan! Finally, everything is GOING RIGHT!

But then he heard something.

And it wasn't a good something.

It was the sound of a helicopter blade.

In the back, Belinda smirked triumphantly.

The door was bust down and burly Italian men stalked through, rifles in their hands. Morpheus Chef turned to fight them, his cleaver in hand, but the Mafia man was too fast, and Chef looked down at the gunshot wound on his stomach.

"What the hell?" Sam yelled as men stormed in from all sides, surrounding both him and Chef.

"Take another move and you'll be THROWN TO THE FISHES!" the head man said.

The OCs just watched in blank incomprehension as about twenty members of the Italian Mafia filed in and handcuffed both Chef and Sam.

Sam's eye twitched. "Oh, you are kidding me."

"That's what you get for messing with my daughter!" the head man said, slapping the author.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Peter asked, and it was more out of blank confusion than actual anger.

"Oh yeah," Belinda yawned. "Did I mention that my dad owns an Italian Mafia?"

The others stared at her in total silence.

Then, as one, they took a step away from her.

Sam growled and spit as the men led him away. "This isn't the end! I'm not the author! The REAL author is still typing away at his computer somewhere when he should be doing his homework! You can't win! THE WORST IS YET TO COME! THERE IS NO ESCAPE-"

He was gone, along with Morpheus Chef. The thirteen OCs nervously walked outside, and saw a ship docked outside.

Belinda's father came over to them. "You're all free to go. The ship is waiting for you. We'll lock down the island."

"Uh, despite the weirdness of this situation," Michael said nervously, "thank you."

"No problem. Just get on the ship and go. You've been here for too long. Now if you'll excuse me I need to see if anything's salvageable so I can take it home."

The contestants cheered. "WE'RE GOING HOME!" Matthew leaped with joy.

"Uh, I don't really know where I live," Da Zeke said.

"I JUST WANT THAT BASTARD TO SUFFER! I'M CONTENT!" said Leslie.

"Hear that, Midnight? No more insanity breaks. We're going home."

"...you do realize you guys are just jinxing us, right?" James noted, but no one listened to him. They piled onto the boat.

"NO MORE CHRIS! NO MORE ADRIAN! WE CAN ALL GO BACK TO OUR RESPECTIVE AUTHORVERSES OR WHATEVER THE HELL THEY ARE!" Peter and Jairo cheered at the same time.

"Let's not get too caught up in the moment," Janet warned.

"LET'S TOTALLY GET CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT!" Leanne yelled, surprisingly enthusiastically. They partied, even Lauren and Belinda, who were now (somewhat) accepted by the group. They were oddballs, all of them, but they'd been

A crash, and everyone was thrown off their feet as they crashed into the sky.

They had reached the fourth wall.

Sound familiar yet?

Seeing the door on the side, they piled out, kicking and shoving and in Leslie's case probably twerking. Michael and Peter made it to the front and opened the door.

All thirteen went through, and gaped at what they saw.

Namely, a beautiful entrance hall with many doors in it. "Wow..." Aurora and Midnight gaped.

"Da Zeke likes!" Da Zeke attempted to take the raccoon off of his head. "Come on, Rocket! You can do it!"

"You called him Rocket?" Aurora asked incredulously. "Why?"

"You never watched that movie, eh?"

"...no."

"Okay guys," Janet said. "There doesn't appear to be an exit. One of these doors should lead to the other authorverse. If we split up we should be able to cover more ground."

"You're kidding, right?" Jairo sneered. "How would we know which one was the right one? We should all go through the same one."

Janet growled. "Fine."

She opened one of the doors and went through. Matthew followed. Then Jairo, Peter, and Michael. Leslie, Aurora, and Midnight after this. Da Zeke, Lauren, Belinda, Leanne, and James.

A whirling sound was heard, and they were gone.

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James POV

Ugh...where the hell am I? I open my eyes to find that my head is throbbing. I'm lying on grass. Weird...why am I lying facedown in the grass? I don't generally...where the hell am I?

I rise to my feet, stumbling around a little bit. I'm in a forested area. Nothing much to it. I keep moving. Where are the others? They all went through, didn't they? I reach a muddy slope that goes downward in a circle, and I look into a center ring. My stomach drops.

In the middle of the dirt clearing is a horn on its side, and from my vast array of books I know that this is...

Oh God. Oh dear God.

I'm in the Hunger Games.

END OF ACT I