Let's see...how do I begin this?
I'm planning on just Mal being in Action, World Tour, and All-Stars, and maybe RR if I feel like it. For some reason, I thought of Mal being in Total Drama Island along with the original cast, and it intrigued me enough to write a story about it.
(SPOILERS...BUT NOT REALLY) - SKIP TO NEXT LINE IF YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW...WHATEVER.
His placements are based off something I did in the past, and they're all high-ranking, so no early elimination for ole Mal buddy here.
I once read a story about Alejandro in Total Drama Island before, but it was only 1 Chapter I think, I really wanted to see that continue. Well let me continue on about Mal though, he's in full-control now, no personality change randomly, or due to blunt force or anything. Nope, just Mal. His personality's are still in his head, and this story will be mainly focused around Mal, maybe even PoV. He adopts a persona of Mike though, it's his 'cover' sorta say. Okay, let's begin?
We all know how it begins. Chris introduces us to the Island, and explains a lot of stuff to us, yadda yadda yadda, we know about all that! So why don't I skip straight to the part...where Mal comes in?
Mike's (Mal's) POV.
Spot: In The Yacht.
"Heh...Heh..." I couldn't help but chuckle in my seat, to anyone else, it would sound evil...and how right they are. After causing, in my opinion, not enough trouble in juvie. How about I take it a step higher...and do it on Reality TV. Let's see...Plans?
1. Cause as much havoc as possible.
2. Win 100,000.
Yeah, that sounds about it...I decide to hum In the Hall of the Mountain King to myself, as I felt an evil smirk creeping up my lips...I stop humming though, and that smile disappears, quickly turning into a frown. I can't get to chaotic though... As much as I hate to say that, I In-fact, can't get too chaotic. I can be disqualified. The other case is obviously not to get caught...but that should be easy enough for me. That smile I once had is slowly returning, before I notice though, that through the darkly-tinted windows of the yacht, I can see The Docks, and the other 22 Campers...and our Host as-well.
I scoff. "It's time." I push the hair sitting in-front of my right eye up into normal spikes. I then clear my throat.
"Hi!" I exclaim in an overly excited voice, no longer having a deep voice, but more higher pitched. "I'm Mike! And I'll never be able to live a life ever again!" I smile devilishly. "Perfect." I pick up my black back-pack of useless shit, and step out of the door to the Yacht, now coming outside to them.
"And our 23rd and last Camper of this season, Mike!" Chris announces, as I walk out to the edge of the yacht.
"Hello everyone!" I exclaim, waving. "It's nice to meet all of you!" Not...I throw my back-pack off the yacht and onto The Docks, and hop off quickly afterwards, feeling the boards shake slightly. Piece of shit Island more like it.
"Um." I ponder, looking around quizzically and still keeping my smile. "This doesn't really look exactly the same as what was on the form."
"You aren't the first person to realize that." A goth chick rolled her eyes.
"Moving on from that." Chris began, getting everyone's attention. "We need a group photo for the Promo's, everyone on the end of the Docks!" Chris jumps on the Yacht I was just on, as everyone began to walk to the edge like a bunch of zombies. I noticed the planks creaking and bending with each step, I'm not stupid, I know where this is going...I grin a bit. Nice.
As everybody gets into position, I make sure to walk to where I know it's not going to break, just barely a bit away from this Blonde Chick...she's probably a dumb blonde. I cross my arms, damned if I pose.
"Okay!" Chris exclaimed, getting the camera ready to take a picture. "One, Two, Three!" The Camera clicks, but there was a small problem. "Oops!" Chris presses a button on the camera. "Forgot the lens-cap."
"Okay, hold that pose." Chris tries again, "Oh! No wait...cards full. Hang on."
"Cmon man my face is starting to freeze." Another chick complained, any detail? She was black...Alright then.
"Got it!" Chris...third times the charm. "Everyone say!- Uh, hey Mike, can you move a bit closer?" I roll my eyes in annoyance, but, I'm still able to keep a small smile.
"Hey Mike, can you move a bit closer!" One shouted...The damn blonde again...I knew she was dumb.
"Lindsay, no, I didn't mean." Chris just facepalms, as I put an arm around Lindsay's shoulder.
"Better?" I ask, my smile slipping a bit, I don't, like, this type of contact, it...makes me want to-
"Better." Chris says, trying for a 4th time. "Okay, alright. Everyone say! Wawanakwa!"
Everybody else says Wawanakwa, as I just brace for what's about to happen.
*CRACK*
The Docks collapse under everybody standing at the edge like Idiots, I hold my breath as I fall into the water, just hearing Chris's laughs from the Yacht. I grin, that bastard knew what he was doing. I quickly swim up to resurface.
"Perfect!" Chris stated, checking his camera. "Alright! Dry off everyone, and meet at the Camp-fire Pit in 10."
I easily swim to shore, as I glance at the other Campers, to which I only know 1 of their names. Some swimming fast, some being terrible swimmers, some probably dying...Anyway, I shake my head as I begin to walk to the rest of the dock that was still standing, with all of our bags there. Better dry off, and change into the same damn clothes.
Camp-Fire Pit.
"This, is Camp Wawanakwa. Your home for the next 8 weeks." Chris announced. After we had all dried off and shit, and some sitting on these damn logs, as Chris basically told us about this show. I myself though, decided to stand.
"The Campers sitting around you will be your cabin-mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. Ya dig?" Chris listed off. Hmph, cabin-mates? Sure. Competition? Doubt It, Friends? Hell no.
I noticed out the corner of my eye, a teen with a skull-shirt threaten this nerd...hmm, he looks kind of familiar...I don't know what it is though.
"The Camper who manages to say on Total Drama Island the longest, without getting voted off will win, 100,000!"
"S'cuse me." It was that guy with the choker, and to be fair, he looked a bit tough...tougher than me? Not a chance. "What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I request a bunk under her." He points at a chick behind her.
"They're not co-ed are they?" She asks in disgust.
"Noo...Girls get one side of each Cabin, and Dudes get the other." Chris explains.
"Excuse me, Kyle." Here we go again...Dumbass Lindsay. His name is Chris...how do you forget the Host's name? "Can I have the lake view because I'm the prettiest?"
"Okay you are." Chris began...Did he really have to say that? "But that's not really how it works here, and, It's Chris." He corrected.
"I have to live with Sadie-Or, I'll die." What?
"And I'll, break out in hives. It's true!" Sadie added...This is...I don't know what this is.
"This can not be happening." It's that goth-girl again, and I agree with her, what the hell is this?
"Aw Cmon guys!" The biggest one out here, grabs her and some other dude under his arms. "It's gonna be fun! It's like one big sleep-over!" Yeah, one big sleep-over...to which the rest of you will be sleeping...permanently. I grin evilly as I chuckle.
"Something funny?" A smaller-sized male teen asks me, looking at me.
"Uh-" I stop chuckling, "No-No, just uh, thought of a joke." I lied, barely keeping a smile as he elbows me in the side
"Cmon, you can tell me-"
"It's nothing, really." I pat his back a bit hardly, making him stumble. "It's a inside, joke." I strain the inside part a bit hardly, but nobody seemed to catch it.
"Here's the deal." Chris announced, taking a piece of paper from his pockets. "We're going to split you into two teams, if I call your name out, go stand over there."
Chris then proceeded to name the Campers off like molasses.
"Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, and Noah." He named, pointing at each of them. "From this moment on, you are officially known as, 'The Screaming Gophers!" Chris throws a flag at Owen, to which he caught.
"Yeaha!" Owen exclaimed, holding it in the air. "I'm a Gopher! WOOO!"
"Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie asked worriedly.
"The rest of you over here."
"Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Mike, Duncan, Eva, and Harold! Move, Move!" He exclaimed, as I begrudgingly jogged over to where everyone on my team was going.
"You guys will officially be known as-" Chris throws the rolled-up flag at me. "The Killer Bass!"
"Killer Bass, huh? I like the name." I admitted honestly, smirking.
"That's like, amazing." Harold agreed.
"Alright Campers." Chris continued. "You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition. You may also be able to share your thoughts on video diaries anytime you want. Let the audience know what you're really thinking, or, just get something off your chest. Right over in the Confessional Booth."
Mike (Mal's) Confessional #1.
This confessional thing, say to the fans what we're really thinking? How about, no. Might as-well lie to the fans too, it doesn't really matter, I don't know who could be listening on the outside, better play it safe...It stinks in here by the way.
I smile at the camera brightly. "Hey everyone at home! Or, what other device your looking at this on." I laugh awkwardly. "Uhm, anyway, while this Island isn't what I expected it to be, I still hope I can have a good-time, and maybe even win 100,00 as-well!"
Location: Cabins.
After coming back to the Campfire-Pit, and impatiently waiting for some of the others to finish. We finally are brought to our shitty-rundown Cabins, with the Gophers on the east, and the Bass on the west. I quicken my pace as I walk to my cabin, ignoring and tuning out any and everything that I hear, I need a place to start my carnage...
"I call this one." I say as I enter the Cabin, throwing my stuff down and sitting on the bed. I lay-down on my back, and groan. Not much privacy I have, so I have to stay in this stupid Mike persona constantly...I pinch the bridge of my nose, and run a hand through my hair, looking at the bottom of the top-bunk.
"This is going to be a long season." I say to myself.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I hear a piercing scream come from the other cabin...I will ignore that. I continue to lay-down and close my eyes, laying there for a bit as I hear more and more people come in, and talk about other stuff. During that time, Duncan is the one I'm bunking under, whatever. During this time though, I must have fell asleep, as I'm suddenly shook awake by none other than Tyler.
"Hey man." Tyler says, as I barely hold the urge to glare at him. "Chris says we need to meet in the Main Lodge...I noticed nobody was going to wake you up, so I came back and decided to."
I yawn, and stretch my arms. "Thanks." I could at-least get on his good-side...for now. "Where is the Main Lodge."
"Follow me."
Location: Main Lodge
Me and Tyler eventually reach the Main Lodge. Tyler pushes the door open as I follow him in, and notice well...shit food, and Chef.
"Mike's here." Tyler announced, as I practically feel my team look at me.
"Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your ass down." Chef ordered, as I look at the food my teammates had taken already.
"Eh...I ate already on the way." I lied, as Chef glared at me. "I'll pass for now, b-but next time for sure!" I exclaimed, as I went quickly went to sit with my team. I sigh as I sit between Geoff and Eva.
"So...how's the food?" I ask, damn well knowing already what it's like.
"Shit." Duncan stated, sitting with his arms crossed.
Suddenly the Main Lodge doors swing open to show Chris standing there with a smirk.
"So! How are you enjoying the Main Lodge?"
"Yo! My man." Geoff said, "Can we order a pizza?" He asked, to which he was answered by Chef nearly throwing a butcher-knife at his head, but just barely missing him and hitting the walls instead. "WHOA! It's cool G! Brown slop is cool! Heh, right guys?"
Everybody fearfully agrees, as I just slide down in my seat as an act of fear or whatever...I'm not good at those type of things.
"Your challenge begins in one hour! Make sure to bring your swimming gear." Chris announced, before finally leaving the Main Lodge.
"What do you think he'll make us do?" Katie asks innocently.
"It's our first challenge, how bad can it be?" DJ stated confidently. Pretty bad...But, we have an hour to ourselves?
Time to create a little chaos...and I mean just a little. I stand up from my table.
"Hey, I'm going take a wizz." I stated, "I'll be back in a minute if you guys are still here."
Duncan scoffs. "Hell if I'm staying in here, I'm going take a nap or something." Duncan stands up.
Damn it...this puts a bit of a shorter time-limit on my little plan. I walk with a bit of pace to the doors, and making sure my body is in the way...sneakily grab the Butcher-Knife that was stuck in the wall, and took it with me...And as soon as I was out the door and it closed, I started jogging back to the Cabins, and chuckle evilly to myself.
I quickly reached our Cabin, and shut the door fast. I smirk as I see a reflection of myself on the butcher-knife...with me grinning back.
"There's always a place for chaos I say." I begin, walking slowly to the other side of bunk-beds. "Now who's life will I ruin today?" I take my eyes off the knife, as I point at a bed with the blade.
"Eenie." I point at the 1st one,
"Meenie." The 2nd one,
"Minie." The 1st again...and...
"Moe." I swing the blade at one of the post's holding it up, almost cutting it in two. I do the exact same to the other post. I give the bed are hard tap, as it almost falls under just that pressure. I held in a chuckle.
"This is nothing." I whispered to myself, before opening up my bag, and putting the knife inside. "You'll come in use later." I then hear the sounds of footsteps.
Duncan.
I hurriedly sit on my bed, acting like I was searching for something...And the door-swings open. But, he says nothing to me though, as he hops on the top-bunk to take a short nap. I smirk. Carnage Level? 0.25, I can't even give myself a half point for that, anyone can do that...]
I rest my head on my arm, as I wait for the poor-sap who has that bed.
Heyo!
How are yall doing? Enjoying the story? Leave a short review please! It helps a ton to figure out what I need to do, and what I shouldn't do. First time writing a story like this, so, I wonder how I did personally.
I don't have much to say honestly, except I could've made it longer, but I want to see how this is received.