AUTHOR'S NOTE (Please read if you read the LAST story)
So...Hi. I'm Fuzz, but some of you probably already know that. So...This note I feel is important, but if you have no idea what I'm talking about here, then feel free to skip past it and get the story.
To note, this story has been in development hell for...About a year now, I believe. And a lot of that has to do with lengthy, personal issues I've been dealing with for about 3x that amount of time. And it got worse and worse, because I was failing to actually acknowledge it; I was ignoring it, making it fester and boil and eventually, consume me...And from there, I needed a break. So for the past 2 months, I've been dealing with that. I've been eating more, fixing up my personal health, getting invested in more hobbies, meeting new people, etc. And as a result, I feel...Well, happier. I don't feel great yet, but it's an improvement, and I decided to return to writing.
...With that said, I found it sort of difficult to pick up where I left off with many of the stories I had been working on. And, reluctantly...I decided to cancel and rework one of them, under the name of TDBI, and make it smaller scale, with 8 less contestants and a handful of my original plans scrapped. And this'll be obvious to many, many of the people who read that story...Cause we reused a considerable bit from it here, mainly for the purpose of getting this chapter out there and so I can try and get back to work on something I care about.
Now, with that done and over with...I hope you enjoy what we have for you here.
?: ...Do you have this weird feeling we sorta just woke up from a seemingly never ending dream-like state?
?: I think so, especially if that feeling involves wanting food.
?: No, I'm fairly certain that's just because you forgot to eat.
?: Ohhhhhhhhh! Yeah, you're right.
?: ...ANYWAYS, I'm Fuzz.
?: And I'm Delta!
Fuzz: And...Wow it has...Been a long time since we co-wrote together. So, for a heads-up, this story has been trying to be written for a while now. But basically every time we start it, some sort of disaster would happen to prevent it from continuing. First it was a bad car accident, then it was Corona hitting its peak contagious period, then it was college starting up for both of us again; this story has basically been stuck in development Hell.
Delta: Which sucks for us because we liked this story...But that's okay! Because we're back...Sorta. BUT BETTER THAN EVER!
Fuzz: Anyways, may as well sum up what this story is; after a lengthy hiatus Total Drama returns with an all-new cast of sixteen players, who will all be competing on...Well, read the title. But besides that, it's also acting as a sort of reboot for us to rework a lot of our old characters who we're not too big on anymore, such is how developing a character goes.
Delta: We know that you're probably thinking, "God, not another reboot." but for reals, we're gonna take our time on this and treat it with as much love as Fuzz's soul has. So, grab some poppy-corn and choccy-milk, sit back and enjoy the show.
Fuzz: *Story.
Delta: Same difference, but onto the show- er...Story!
"Alright...Cut! That's a wrap. Good work, McLean."
A bell rang out across the set, and just like that, the staff quickly got to work on cleaning up the equipment and getting it all together, rolling out the cameras and calling in the janitorial workers to get to work getting everything ready for tomorrow's shoot. Less than a minute after filming, the director had already been in his personal limousine to his hotel, the actors soon following...
Or...At least, most of them ended up following. Among the lot of them, one man was still waiting by the curb of the studio, his ride being late by close to an hour. A glare he had grown all too accustomed to settled on his face, his fingers tapping mindlessly at his legs as he stared off into the night sky.
The man had narrowed eyes and a well-structured, almost model-like face with a notable stubble and three o'clock shadow. His shoulder-length hair was neatly combed out of his face and clearly oiled up with as much designer's hair gel as one could get his hands on, and his skin had an almost artificial look to it with how well his tan came out. And yet, it seemed as if almost all of his former charm had leaked out of his body, now just leaving an angry, broken man in its place.
Five-years ago, he was the biggest celebrity on the planet. Within that time, he had been embarrassed by several people on his own show, suffered dozens of lawsuits he'd always end up paying off to keep quiet, had his own plane designed and then destroyed by an obsessive uber-fan, nearly drowned in Hawaii after a teenager was launched like a rocket at his boat, was chucked into a septic-tank, was sabotaged by his right-hand man with explosives, was in prison for over a year for dumping toxic waste, had his cottage set on fire and blown up by a delinquent, lost the island he spent thousands on reviving from the depths of Hell just for the producers to fund his first season, spent even more money-making an island from scratch when nobody trusted him with their property, lost control of that island, and then had his show canceled just because some brunette pretty boy suddenly shows up one day, and he's all of a sudden old news...Worldwide celebrity...To washed-out hasbin who spends all of his time filming soap operas that are only watched by women in their fifties!
To Chris McLean, it couldn't get much worse than this. And it was all because of that stupid show!
Total Drama...
Moments later, a small limousine pulled up on the curb, as an intern quickly jumped out of it, revealing his flat blonde hair. "S-Sorry Mister McLean, we hit serious traffic on our way down the freeway-"
"Zip it, Billy...I am in no mood," the man, now identified as the Chris McLean growled out, pulling open the door to the limo and sliding inside.
"I...Alright, sorry again, Mister McLean-" As the intern reached for the door though, the car took off without him, causing the intern to fall and smash into the ground. Blinking to himself, he started to chase after the car. "W-Wait! How do I get home!"
But Chris didn't hear that, blocking out any thoughts of the boy as he glared daggers into the seat in front of him. His eyes traveled to one of the seats nearby...And laying on top was a folder. Tan in color, with a handful of papers spilling out.
With a glare he swiped the folder off the seat, barking out to the driver up front, "Hey, how'd this get in here?"
"Some young punk with a bad hairdo came by and told Billy to bring it to 'ya's," the mustached, hunched over brute grumbled, "looked like a job offa'."
"Oh, great, another midday show to add onto my career of failure!" With a growl, he snapped, "I used to be famous you know! There wasn't a man alive who didn't know me, and there wasn't a woman alive who didn't want to do-"
"I get it." The driver grunted out before he could finish. "You were big news. Now 'ya ain't. Get ova' it."
With a scowl, Chris turned his attention back toward the folder, quickly flipping it open- only to be interrupted by a phone call, the device buzzing in his pocket like crazy. With a bewildered look, his hand hovered it, and with some reluctance pulled it out. "Uh...Hey, what's up-"
"Yo, Chris, it's me, man."
And in an instant, Chris felt his life flash before his eyes as if a ghost from his past had reawakened and slapped him out of whatever reality he had been trapped inside for the last few years. "...W-Wait...Chef?!"
"Yeah, yeah, act as surprised as 'ya want, dummy, it's me."
"I...I..." Realizing his tone, a feeling of cruel, unbridled betrayal returned to him, "...What do you want? Didn't you think you were too good for me and take off the first chance you got?"
"Considerin' you were the most hated man in America after Pahkitew...Yeah, I did. But that was then, this is now, and at the moment, I got a job for 'ya."
"...What kind of job?" Chris mumbled, scanning the folder in mild interest.
"Certainly a betta' one than the crap you do nowadays. A real job, 'ya get me? A little revival..."
And just like that, he instantly realized what this was truly about. "No."
"Aw, stop bein' a baby-"
"I am not being a baby!" Chris shouted at the top of his lungs, about ready to throw the phone out the window. "That show, those kids, ruined my life! The fact that snot-nosed brat running that stupid station even thinks I'd come back to host another season of that garbage is laughable if you ask me!"
"You seem to forget, Chris...You're under contract." Chris could feel his heart drop at such a reminder. "Don't matta' how much you squeal or try to slither your way outta this, McLean, you're stuck with this show whether 'ya like it or not. Any time this show comes back, you gotta be in it. No ifs, whens, or buts."
"...B-But, but-"
"Ah, stop your whining! God, man, you act more like a teenager than the ones we messed with for three-years straight."
"...And if I don't host, I'll be sued for everything I got..." Chris muttered, rubbing a sloppy, sweaty palm over his face. "Great. Freaking great." It was silent for a moment. "...Guessing the old kids ain't coming back?"
"Oh, those kids? Nah, none of them want anything to do with this."
"Great, I can't even get some closure by outing those kids for everything they did to me," Chris grumbled, clearly ignoring the clumsy mix of hypocrisy and irony cluttering his voice.
"...You seem to be forgetting something, McLean...The world already hates you, right?"
"Duh, why do you think I'm stuck with a buncha bit roles these days," the man growled.
"Exactly...So what have you got to lose?" Chris' head rose. "You don't gotta worry about the press, or your reputation, or anything...You could go all out, and nobody could stop you." His frown twitched for a moment, beginning to rise. "Any challenge you want...Any level of pain you desire...Those kids will have to deal with it." His eyes bent and his shining, twisted teeth spread themselves thin. "As of today...You ain't gotta worry about nothing except how much you're gonna love the sort of cruelty you'll unleash on those poor, poor children."
"...Hey Chef...You know how I wasn't on board? I changed my mind." Chris couldn't help but look up toward the window. "Sign me up!"
And with that, he stared into his reflection's eyes...And saw something he had lost oh so long ago. That passion...That emotion...That fire. The unrelenting flame of hate. That oh so lovely feeling of unstoppable power, of doing what you want with those below you, and showing them how truly, unbelievably outmatched they truly are. He...He is Chris McLean! They were all idiots to have turned their back on him; on his reality! So now, he'll show them what happens when a man has nothing to lose...
And like that...He began to cackle. A twisted, contorted laugh, hollering out as loud as he possibly could manage, each rumble shaking his lungs to where they were about ready to burst. For once in a long time...
Chris McLean had his groove back.
Storm clouds slowly formed over Lake Wawanakwa, the sole remaining remnant of the now long lost Camp Wawanakwa. The sun slowly set overhead, as the sky was colored a faint pinkish-orange, which in turn, reflected downward, and illuminated the water itself a rather sinister red color. After a moment, a duck swam into view, a blank look on its face...Before abruptly getting sped over by a massive luxury yacht. After it sailed out of view, the duck emerged from the water, shaking its wing as the speeding boat.
On the bow of the boat, a man sipped on his coffee, a relaxed look on his face as he let out a satisfied sigh. Glancing at the camera, he revealed himself to be the one, and only, Chris McLean. "Welcome back, Total Drama fans from all over the world! As many of you know, we took a bit of an extended break for..." He squeezed his cup slightly, his eyes twitching as he thought back to that infernal race, "...Reasons. But who cares! We're back now, and you get the honor of getting to see me once more!"
"By this point, you all know the deal; a handful of teenagers and young adults are flown out to complete on some long-abandoned island to compete and survive some of the worst mother nature has to throw at them, all in some hopeless cause of trying to win..." Throwing up his hands, he declared, "One million dollars! Now, most of them will fail, but one lucky player will be walking away with this grand prize, and, a lifetime supply," he pulled something out of his pocket to reveal...A tiny, bright yellow duck floatie, "of rubber ducks...Man, gotta love a good gag gift."
Tossing the duck over his shoulder, he turned back to the camera with a smirk. "This time around, we grabbed ourselves sixteen of the roughest, toughest, most unbreakable teenagers mankind has to offer...So we can figure out how to break them." The smirk only twisted into a wider grin as he let out a low chuckle. "And where else should this season take place, then the single most dangerous location in Total Drama history!"
He gestured out across the water, as the camera slowly panned over to an island off in the distance. A thick mist loosely covered the front of the island, though if you squint hard enough, you could make out the mountain just off the beach, which was shaped mysteriously like a skull. Jagged rocks jutted out of the water like loose nails, and washed up, broken canoes were scattered about across the pale beach sand. In a way, it looked straight out of a horror movie and practically looked untouched by man.
With another sip of his coffee, he smirked at the camera, "Yep, we're back on Boney Island, best known for acting as the challenge location for three separate episodes, exile for Total Drama All-Stars, and more importantly, totally cursing Beth and her team when she stole a souvenir off of it, which inevitably led to her elimination." Cackling to himself at the thought, he added on, "Just another example of how epically some of our past players have screwed the pooch."
"Speaking of players," Chris started once more, "how about we meet our new ones!"
A horn blared out across the lake as a boat tore across the water, the white and blue paint job slightly chipped but clearly recently polished. At the head of the boat, a girl stared out at the lake with a disgruntled glare, as she took a huge bite out of the granola bar in her hand.
She was tall and muscular, with a nasty-looking scar going across her left eye. She had medium-length brunette hair that was slightly stringy, and she had warm, exotic skin that was a sorta dark tan color, which worked well with her brown eyes, that had a sorta reddish-tint to them. She was wearing a swamp brown dri-fit tank top, with red and black flannel just over it, along with long brown camo pants, and black and red running shoes. Her outfit and look as a whole was very reminiscent of two things; crazy mountain people who'd kill you for looking at them funny, and muscle-bound narcissists with a serious mean streak. Suffice to say, she didn't have a very welcoming presence to her.
Suddenly, Chris called out, seemingly from nowhere, "Meet Sage!"
The girl in question rose her head up, looking around her surroundings in confusion after hearing the voice. Rolling her eyes soon after, she took another large chunk out of her granola bar and grumbled to herself, "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this…"
"How can you regret a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this?" Sage raised a brow at the foreign voice, turning her head to see a redheaded girl standing behind her, an all-too-happy smile plastered on her face. "We're going to be on TV!"
She was a girl of above-average height with long copper red hair and emerald green eyes. She had had very bright skin, a very curvy yet athletic body, and an adorable yet anxious face. She was wearing a bright green-wrapped shirt, along with a pair of black skinny jeans. Surprisingly, she was also wearing an unbuttoned dark red vest just over the shirt and had militaristic black boots on, along with a tactical belt that held a notepad and a pen at the ready.
"Sylvia!"
Sylvia jumped slightly at the mention of her name, while Sage turned away and shrugged. "Yeah, I know."
Flinching from her tone, the redhead glanced around, before saying, "Well, it's nice to meet you…" She waited for the other girl to respond, only to hear nothing. Backing away, she waved meekly. "Okay, I can see that you're busy-" Her words were cut short when she bumped into another body. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Hey, it's fine love," looking up from who she bumped into, Sylvia stared in awe at the rather daunting though enchanting sight of the boy before her, "afta' all, ain't nothin' wrong with bumpin' into a gal like yourself."
He was a tall, tan man with long dirty blonde hair wrapped up into a ponytail, a small bandage on his nose, and a scar under his right eye, which shined a brilliant golden brown. He was wearing a formal black vest and pants, with a navy blue collared shirt beneath it with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, rounding off the look with expensive-looking black leather shoes. His belt held a variety of goodies from multi-colored pens, to a miniature journal, to what appeared to be handcuffs, which glimmered almost as brightly as his toothy grin. Laying atop his head was navy blue fedora, a red feather loosely attached to it, and the golden buckle on the front shimmering from the afternoon sunlight.
"Edward!"
Tipping his hat, he let out a low chuckle, "Nice to meet 'ya, darling."
"I-I'm Sylvia," she whispered, offering a hand to him with a growing smile, "it's a pleasure to meet you, sir!"
While the two began talking to each other, the camera panned away from them, zooming in on a lone boy standing off in the corner, doing jumping jacks while counting under his breath, "Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four…" Even with the prominent sweat dripping from his face, he still held a friendly smile.
He was a tall, black Brazilian boy with tanned skin and a very muscular though lean body, with especially well-toned calves and arms. Despite this, he had glazed-over blue eyes, which stood out well against his body, and his brown hair was combed forward but was shaved on the sides. He was wearing a tight white tank top and had on a pair of navy blue shorts. Rounding out the look was a pair of white running shoes, which looked worn-out and heavily used. Surprisingly, the thing that stood out the most about him was the medal around his neck, which appeared to be made of gold.
"Oskar!"
"Forty-eight...Forty-nine..." Oskar panted, shaking the sweat from his face while doing his final one. "Fifty! Phew, what a workout!" Stretching his legs, he immediately took hold of a water bottle from a passing boy, giving him a grateful smile. "Thanks for holding my water." He promptly dumped it over his head, shaking it from his hair in the process.
He was a scrawny, wiry Japanese boy with thin though long arms and legs, and a floppy mop of black hair. He had rounded blue-tinted glasses, and beady black eyes behind them, along with a large cyan hoodie that turned lime green at the edges of the clothing. He also had on baggy blue jeans, massive green boots that looked way too heavy for him, and paler than average skin.
"Alfred!"
"Uh, no problem..." Alfred seemed to space out for a moment, before finishing with a snap of his fingers and a point, "compadre?" Upon Oskar giving him a look at this, he blinked. "...This is usually the part where something cuts me off to end my embarrassment prematurely-"
Just as he was saying this, a man bumped into him, throwing him to the ground. "Thank you!"
He was a tall and burly Native American boy, with his greyish-black hair wrapped into a sorta ponytail, as a pair of thick-rimmed sunglasses covered his pitch-black eyes. He was wearing a custom-made black suit with a yellow tie that complemented his body quite well, giving off a surprisingly regal, almost royal appearance overall. Rounding out the look with his curved cowboy boots, and what appeared to be a golden wristwatch.
"Benson!"
Groaning under his breath, Benson spat, "I hate traveling..." Sliding into a team, he began to rub his head in pain with the palm of his hand as he tried to relax. "We better get there soon, my patience is dwindling by the second."
"Ah, so keeping track of the time, are we?"
Sliding up next to him was a short girl with greyish-black hair, the tips of which were dyed a faint white. Her skin was slightly tanned, likely from a lot of time in the sun, and her expression was seemingly one of a resting Cheshire grin. She was wearing a long-sleeved grey sweater-shirt, and had on black tights, rounding out her look with grey ballet shoes. Oddly, in contrast to the rest of her appearance, she also had on a massive backpack, close to half her size, and seemed to be lifting it without any notable issue.
"I think I got some watches if you wanna make it easier on yourself...If you're willing to pay of course."
"Jiao!"
Benson narrowed his eyes, saying, "We weren't allowed to bring luggage, yet you get to keep that?"
"Oh, none of this is for me," Jiao explained with a large smile, "it's for interested parties; like my father always said, gotta make a profit, even while on vacation."
"Good luck making a profit here," a girl said, walking past the two with a look of disinterest, "most of us are poor."
The girl had pale skin with black eyeshadow under her eyes, which perfectly matched her black lipstick and light blue eyes. She had long, curly brown hair, the lower half of it a dyed turquoise color. A tight red-violet tank top with a white toxic waste symbol on it was loosely thrown over her chest, most of which was covered by a size-too-large black, fuzzy sweatshirt, along with a long black skirt, which had some blue jeans underneath alongside tall black biker boots.
"And Nikki!"
Nikki walked over to the railing of the ship, leaning against it and pulling out a single, thin copy of a comic book. Opening it up, she stared intently at the contents. "Hell, I doubt anybody would sign up for this show if they didn't need the money at least a little."
"That's not true!" Sylvia exclaimed, sending the other girl a cheeky grin. "I'm sure a lot of us are also here for the adventure! To test our abilities and to make lifelong friendships along the way."
However, she was immediately met with several strange looks from just about everybody on the boat. "...On this show?" Nikki questioned, before rolling her eyes and returning her attention to the comic in her hand, "Guessing you never watched it?"
Flinching from this, Sylvia squirmed in place. "W-Well...I watched a little bit of the first season..."
"That explains it," Edward muttered, scratching his chin before smirking, "sorry to say, love, but that ain't what you signed up for."
"Instead, you signed up for the show that will not only push you to your limits but break every ounce of hope in your body and quite possibly even kill you," Sage stated bluntly, before finishing what was left of her snack. "...But hey, no pressure."
As Sylvia's face paled considerably, Alfred chuckled half-heartedly nearby as he took a seat. "Don't worry, nobody's actually died on the show...Or at least no contestant has." The girl stiffened at this news, as he flinched. "Okay, not helping; making a mental note of that."
"It sounds fun to me!" Oskar chirped, an oblivious smile on his face as he cheered, "I've been looking for ways to test myself anyway! Everything's pretty tame back home; gives me a little room to stretch myself."
Benson and Jiao looked on with dull expressions for a moment...Before the former turned back to her and stated, "Looking for business? I'll put five bucks on him being gone before merge."Jiao simply smiled in acknowledgment.
Sylvia looked around at the other people lounging around in the boat, as she slowly looked down at her feet while forcing a smile. "It's okay...It can't be that bad...Right?"
"Now, how about we meet the other team!"
The camera faded into a view of a second boat...Only this one looked considerably less impressive. It was old and rusty, with a faded appearance on account of decades of wear and tear on the open seas. The seats were torn, allowing the white stuffing within to show, and it seemed like bugs were crawling around inside of them. The driver was also considerably uglier than the other boat, who looked like a relatively normal if boring guy, while this one had an eyepatch and rough, scratched-up body.
Sitting in the middle of the boat between two other players, an African American girl was tuning a bright violet-colored guitar without a care in the world, before whispering to herself. "Standing on a dank boat..."
She had a rail-thin body with stylish black hair that was ragged and messy, though the left side of it had a streak of purple. Her limbs were long and narrow, and her clothing gave off the impression of a punk, with her black biker jacket, black skinny jeans with tears in them, spiked boots, and pierced ears. Even the least punkish of her clothing, her purple shirt, still had a visible skull on the front of it.
"Alia!"
Scrunching her brows in thought, she mumbled soon after. "...What rhymes with boat?"
"Goat," a voice to her left spat as she inspected the object in her hand, "make for good food back home."
Snapping her fingers, Alia grinned. "Oh thanks-" She started, stopping when she took notice of the girl standing near her. "...Dude?"
The girl beside her cringed at her words, grumbling under her breath as she went back to inspecting her spear...Like, the actual weapon, seemingly handmade with very professional craftsmanship. She was of Egyptian descent and had very dark skin, with long, raggedy black hair, and electric yellow eyes. She actually wasn't wearing a ton, mostly just wearing a pair of vibrant yellow shorts, a similarly colored unzipped sweater with the sleeves torn off, and just below that some sort of makeshift bra made out of a primitive buff rag painted white, all of which showed off a lean though muscular body. Her teeth were razor-sharp, almost like a shark, and she seemed to be shoeless. In a way, she could probably pass herself as more animal than human.
"Tempest!"
Alia blinked at the girl, sniffing the air around her, before pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh dude, did you like, not take a bath before getting on here?"
"No reason to bathe when we shall all smell the same by end of day."
The punk-rocker stared unblinking for a moment before she began to push up against the other contestant sitting next to her, muttering, "Riiiight..." She tilted her head, whispering loudly to the other contestant, "Dude, this chick is a total nutball."
The other boy looked up from his book, which was titled, 'Advanced Russian Literature'. Compared to most men he looked practically Godlike, with rippling biceps and well-defined muscles, though also a notable gut which made him seem a bit obese to a degree. Adding on to that was his intimidating facial features, such as his straightened face, multiple scratches and scars, and seemingly permanent scowl. In comparison though, how he presented himself was actually rather normal; short brown hair with a similarly colored hoodie, black sweatpants, and almost comically large snow boots.
"Alyosha!"
Alyosha blinked, staring through her for a moment...Before turning away. "Judge others for who they are, and it shall come back to bite you in the tuchus, tiny girl."
Alia tilted her head in confusion. "What's a tuchus?"
"He's talking about your ass!" A nearby voice said as Alia looked up to see a girl seemingly crawl on top of the massive boy, before laughing in his ears. "For a big guy, he's talking like a total prude from the sixties."
The girl had wide, curious eyes, and a maddening grin. She was of average height, and had pearly white skin, along with bright red eyes and wild dyed grey hair, which made her look somewhat like an albino. She was wearing a pitch-black hoodie that looked a little too tight on her, with the hood folded up over her hair, along with a bright white skirt and black, fuzzy, thigh-high socks, finishing off her look with black knee-high spiked boots. Her permanent smile, which when combined with her surprisingly youthful face and eyeshadow, caused her to come off somewhat disturbed.
"Lori!"
Knocking on the top of his head, to which Alyosha wasn't really reacting beyond a glare, Lori simply laughed to herself while practically slapping her hands against his head. "Wowie! This is a lot more fun than I thought it'd be!"
"Lorraine, cease such inane, childish behavior," a boy growled, pulling her off of Alyosha with a scoff, "do you want to make a fool of yourself this early?"
The boy looked...Strange, to say the least. He was of roughly average height and weight, being only a few inches taller than Lori, with curly ginger hair and rough-looking olive skin, which held dozens of freckles. Laying on top of his head was a pair of goggles, and he was wearing a pale blue lab coat which meshed well with his dark blue jeans. He also had a pair of grey gloves and angled-up leather shoes. He seemed rather bored.
"And her friend from home, Xavier!"
Groaning from this, Lori pulled herself away while folding her arms over her chest. "Back off dad, and stop calling me Lorraine. It's Lori, get it right."
"Whatever you say," Xavier couldn't help but smirk cruelly, "...Lorraine-"
Shaking in place, Lori jumped at the boy, pushing him to the floorboard as they tumbled past a few of the contestants. One boy in particular, yelped as he jumped back, before glaring at them. "Hey! Watch where ya' nerds are going, will ya'!"
He was an Italian-American boy with scratchy brown skin with slicked-back black hair, which oddly made him look sorta like a greaser. This was only accentuated by his black leather jacket and greasy white undershirt, oil stains plaguing both it and his black jeans, which had a metal chain hooked onto them. In most contexts, he'd look intimidating with that sorta appearance...Only he was kinda shrimpy looking, looking at best five feet tall, and was equally as scrawny, making it seem like a light breeze could knock him over, which all combined sorta made him look more pitiable than actually threatening.
"Jerome!"
Twisting a single pinky against his ear, he looked around in nonchalance at the players around him with a scoff. "Tch, not much competition...Should be a piece of..." However, as he was saying this, a dark shadow looked over him as he blinked. "Yo, who turned off the sun?" Turning around, he gaped at the large man standing over him.
Jerome stared in shock at the opposing person in front of him. He was a tall boy, at least an inch or two taller than even Alyosha, which meant he was fairly easily the tallest player in the competition. His skin was quite pale, which oddly made his violet eyes stand out more, and most of his body was covered up by the heavy-looking black trench coat he wore, along with his greyish cargo jeans. Adding to it was the massive scarf wrapped around his neck and the lower part of his face, which had a violet and purple pattern going down it, along with the fingerless grey gloves he had on. He had a rather strange presence vibrating off him, one that most people really didn't trust.
"Droog!"
"You need something?" Droog said in a rough voice.
"Nope!" Jerome squeaked, immediately backing away and clearing a path for him. As Droog walked by and took a seat away from the others, he squirmed to himself, muttering, "...What a prick."
"That's not a nice thing to say," A girl remarked, causing Jerome to look over at her.
Her skin was pale yet not to an unhealthy extent and had short brown hair that had a streak of lime-green dye through it, a slight comb-over that fell over her left eye, which shined a shockingly bright pink color. She was wearing a lime green hoodie with a pink shoulderless shirt underneath, a silky long white dress-skirt rounding out the look alongside her pink, fluffy boots. While her looks as a whole were sort of on the weirder side, she had a very approachable, friendly aura to her that likely would make her very popular with younger audiences.
"And, rounding out the last of our cast, Kate!"
"Yeah, well, I ain't a nice guy," He sneered, as the girl flinched to herself, "in fact, I'm probably the baddest dude on this entire show!" He bragged...Only to be met with a wave of snickering from everyone else on the boat. "What's so funny?!"
"You, moron!" Lori stated, failing to contain her laughter. "I mean, look at you! I bet even this dork could take you in a fight," she mocked while poking Xavier in the stomach.
Raising her hands up peacefully, Kate offered a weak smile. "Now, now, we shouldn't use fighting words like that-"
"Nah, let's see where this goes," Droog said, an amused smile growing on both his and Tempest's faces.
Kate was about to refute but stopped as Alyosha turned to her with a stern look. "Just let the children play their games; if one winds up crying, let it be a learning experience."
"Why do any of you assume I'd even validate fighting this fool," Xavier said while rolling his eyes.
Jerome chuckled to himself, as he gave the boy a condescending smirk. "You're just sayin' that cause you know I'd beat you, and you just don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of your freak of a girlfriend-"
Before he could finish, a book went flying through the air and smacked the boy across the face, sending him toppling to the ground. Across the boat, Xavier had his eyes narrowed in a frankly terrifying scowl. "She is not that." Adjusting his lab coat, he added, "I have standards."
Lori shot Xavier an irritated look, before letting out a laugh. "Yeah! Like I'd be caught dead dating this squishy nerd!" She made an exaggerated puking noise, only to stop when the boy in question gave her a look.
However...What was more intense than said look, was the look on Alyosha's face, his body enwrapped in shadows, and his book missing...As it had just been swiped away and thrown. Clenching his fists, the boy stood up and let out a scream, smashing a fist down and through the seat, before screaming, "I shall break you, tiny man!"
Xavier's face went pale, but before he could even speak, Alyosha had already wrapped his hands around Xavier's throat, pulling him up and into the air as Xavier nervously smacked at his hands in a panic. As this happened, Lori jumped on the larger man's back, attempting to tug him back. "Get your hands off my nerd!"
As the three wrestled, Kate stared in bewilderment. "P-Please stop fighting!"
Getting up from where he had been laying, Jerome spit out a tooth that had gotten loose, before jumping to his feet and running over, "Nobody makes a fool outta Jerome Varga!"
In the process though, he ran past Tempest, knocking the spear from her hand, as she gnashed her teeth, pouncing on him and tackling him to the ground, already clawing at his back. "How dare you! Now Tempest has to start over!"
Jerome's screams echoed throughout the boat, as Alia stood off to the side, tapping her foot against the floorboard and strumming her guitar and singing along to a recognizable tune. "Why can't we be friends?"
"Yes, why can't we be friends?!" Kate begged in a panic, on the verge of tumbling over as the boat descended into utter chaos, while Droog simply sat off to the side, raising a brow at the camera with a dull look.
Switching back to Chris, he just...Looked on in shock. "Wow...Okay, was not expecting that." But just as quickly, he broke down into a fit of laughter, before shrugging, "But hey, it makes for good tv!" Turning back to the camera, he started up once more, "So, how will the players react when they're actually in the game? Will any of them survive their soon-to-be humiliation? And who will kill each other before the sun sets?"
Pointing to the camera, he said, "Find out now," the camera zoomed out, showcasing Chris at the front of his yacht, "on Total," it zoomed out a bit more, showing the entire boat and the neighboring water, "Drama," it zoomed out one last, showcasing the entire lake, including the yacht, the island, and the two boats approaching it on opposite sides, "Boney Island!"
Fuzz: AND that's the first chapter...Yes, it's short compared to what I'm sure most of you are used to. Honestly, expect every chapter to be around 5-7k in length, as that's roughly the average chapter length of most actual novels. Anyways, this roughly functions as part #1 of Episode #1, which I haven't really decided a name for yet, and its entire purpose was...Well, giving you the designs for the contestants competing, and giving you a small hint at what their personalities are.
I should note that, yes, I'm aware this likely isn't the best way to introduce you guys to these new characters, but it was also sort of our only option. We couldn't copy the island intros note for note since it'd take too long with this many characters, and basically every other method would take away the best possible first impression. So...You'll have to wait for the next chapter to get a true insight into the cast sadly.
Delta: Also, we got to see the best thing in existence in this chapter...Which is me. I'm the best thing in here.
Fuzz: Originally we were planning to include more, but once we finalized what this story was truly gonna be, and at that, finalized the cast, it became a bit too bloated to throw too much more into this thing, so that'll be saved for chapter #2, which we hopefully will be able to get out soon since our schedules are clearing up considerably in the near future.
Delta: That's right, and another thing to look out for would be our upcoming world tour once we finish up this story. Remember this because I will reference it again in the very last chapter-
Fuzz: He won't. Trust me on this, he's gonna get drunk on scotch and forget his own name in the coming fifteen hours. Then he's gonna complain about forgetting something he doesn't remember in full detail.
Delta: ...You scare me sometimes.
Fuzz: Anyways, first impressions are everything, so give us yours on this cast! We look forward to anything you have to say on this cast, and see all of you sooner than you think.
Delta: ...And that's why you scare me-
Fuzz: Shut up.
The Cast of Total Drama Boney Island
Alfred Busiek, the Meta Super-Geek
Alluselia "Alia" Buchanan, the Punk Rock Phase
Alyosha Konstantin, the Intelligent Brute
Axel Droog, the Caustic Gambling Man
Benson Isotope, the Depressed Child Star
Edward Jackal, the Proud Sleuth
Jerome Varga, the Pitiful Hooligan
Jiao Wei, the "Honest" Saleswoman
Katherine "Kate" Wilson, the Friendly Mess
Lorraine Apostol, the Sadistic Anarchist
Nikki Peterson, the Lazy Ice Queen
Oskar Stillman, the Excitable Competitor
Sage Wesson, the Surly Roughneck
Sylvia Columbo, the Insecure Defender of Justice
Tamara "Tempest" Sandiego, the Feral Amazonian
Xavier Ennis, the Sinister Boy Genius