The village was still for a moment, but the storm was unrelenting. Rain beat down on the dilapidated rooftops of buildings that should've succumbed to the elements long ago, yet, they remained, sturdy, but broken. Chris and Chef stood inside of the main building, the very same that they had made into their headquarters before, while Mallary stood outside the front doors, not even bothering to don a raincoat. She watched as a beatdown bus arrived on the same path that Chris and Chef had, and a smile sat on her face while it parked. She stepped towards it, standing just outside the door to the massive vehicle as it opened, and her smile soon turned into a twisted grin. She backed up so the passengers could take their first step off of the bus, counting each of them with her fingers as they did. Soon enough, all twenty-one of them were on the ground before her, ten boys, ten girls, and one baby.

"Why, hello!" she warmly greeted the guests, a motherly tone to her voice, "My name is Mallary Russell, though, I insist you all call me Madame Russell. I will be the assistant to our dear Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet for the stay in this lovely village. Now, would you all please follow me into the main lodge? I'm sure our hosts will be delighted to meet you!"

The group of twenty all shared a confused glance between each other, seemingly unsure about Mallary and her demeanor. The woman didn't let it phase her, and she simply turned back to face the lodge once more, heading towards it with each of them soon following behind. She pushed the doors open, walking through and joining the two men, who were both standing before the table that they all used to review the applications. Per usual, Chef had his aggressive expression on, but seeing each of the "teenagers" gathered inside, along with Mallary herself, had him feeling nervous. Chris wore his winning smile as he looked them all up and down, pulling out a clipboard with each of their names on it.

"How's it going, fresh meat?" the host jabbed at the group that he had just met, "I'm Chris McLean, your designated host for this season of Total Drama, and I'm so ready to make you all regret- I mean, cherish the fact that you got picked to be on our show! How about we start with a little roll call to get the ball rolling, eh? Let's see here...how about...ah, geez. Vinnie Berry?"

The group all turned their focus to the oddest looking member of the group. She was short, yet, her attire granted her a couple more inches to her height. She didn't wear your standard clothing, not even close to it. She had on a costume of sorts, that of a yellow, plush bear. On top of the costume, there was a simple, red tee shirt, but not much else. The friendly eyes and smile on the mask would definitely make a child feel safe if they bumped into her at an amusement park, but to Chris and his partner in crime, it was just creepy.

"Ayup!" a sweet voice called out from the costume, fitting of the friendly expression on the mask itself, "I'm Vinnie!"

"What's...what's with the costume?"

"This? Oh, I just really love Winnie the Pooh!"

"...The book about the stuffed bear?" Chef covered his mouth, having a hard time holding in his laughter.

"Yeah, that one! Oh, that reminds me!"

The girl turned around quickly, grabbing something from the ground, and turning back around. It was a brownish pot, one with the word "Hunny" in black lettering on the front of it. She giggled as she pulled the top from it, allowing a sweet aroma of honey itself to flow out of it.

"I brought my own supply! Do you guys want some of it?"

"We'll, uh...we'll pass on that," Chris cleared his throat and scratched her name off of the list, moving this pen down to the next person, "Winfred Longname?"

"Winfred James Bartleby Lattimore the Fourth," a polite looking boy took a bow as he said his name, "A fine pleasure it is to make your acquaintance."

He was taller than Vinnie, but not by much, and he definitely fit the bill of a child who had never played in the mud, being as scrawny as they could come. His skin was a warm beige tone, and his black hair fit well with it, that itself being buzzed to his head. His eyes were a captivating hazel color, though, despite how formally he introduced himself, he struggled to focus them on anyone. He had on a blue vest, one which was buttoned over a yellow dress shirt. Below that, he had on tan khaki pants and a pair of black loafers. His sense of style was definitely off from that of a normal teenager, but with people like Vinnie around, one couldn't complain.

"You're all about those formalities. I like that."

"A-ah! Yes, sir, I was raised to be polite, especially to my elders."

"Are you calling me old?"

"No, sir! I wouldn't dare to do the misdeed of insulting in front of all your guests! My humblest apologies for the inconvenience."

The boy took another bow, which Chris could only roll his eyes at. He checked his name off on the list, and moved on to the next member.

"Abigail Smith?"

The girl that owned the name stood near the back of the group, leaning up against the wall while taking a drag from a cigarette and puffing the smoke out slowly into the air. She flicked the nicotine stick away from her, right into a trash bin that was near the table which the hosts were standing at. Her skin was quite pale, almost in a way that contrasted with her attire that made her look like she belonged in an old timey film. Her hair was black, and quite long, going down to her mid back, but a black fedora sat on top of it, covering up a good deal of it. Her eyes were brown, and were, perhaps, the only thing about her that had some indication of color. She wore a black trenchcoat, one which was buttoned up tightly, keeping her looking warm in the midst of the storm. She wore a white skirt, with white stockings to match it, and black flats. All-in-all, she was quite monochromatic, and dull looking, but at the same time, mysterious.

"It was a stormy night," she started, seeming to take a narrative tone to her voice, "But with all the chaos in this world, what night wouldn't be stormy? I had just arrived at the scene of my new score, and what was to appear before me if not the biggest challenge in my whole career? Only time would tell if things would unravel themselves simply, or if I'd have to dig deep to find the truth. Personally, I'd prefer the latter. It made this dull life a lot more exciting when there was dan-"

"Enough!" Chef shouted, interrupting the girl's monologue, "You just had to say 'here,' girl!"

"...I noted the hostility of the hosts immediately, but with an eye like mine, it was hard not to."

"Alright, moving on to someone who won't make me fall asleep," Chris mocked the girl's monotone voice, "Pharaoh Sky?"

"This sty of a shack is really going to be our dwellings?" the boy glanced about the room with judging eyes.

He really was something to look at in comparison to some of the others with a less extravagant look to them. He was decently tall, and well toned, though the fact that he was shirtless may have added to that. His skin was tan, partly in thanks to his Egyptian bloodline, and his eyes were a gorgeous, hazel color. His hair was black, short and slicked back, but it was outshined by his nemes crown, which went well with the rest of his minimal attire. A long, white kilt adorned the lower half of his body, as well as a golden pair of sandals. He had two shiny, gold bracelets on each of his arms, as well as tattoos of the eyes of Ra on the backs of his hands. All in all, he looked like a handful.

"What is this get-up supposed to be?"

"You dare to question the beauty of my attire, peasant?"

"Peasant!?"

"Yes, yes, you are a peasant. I think I shall take a step outside and enjoy the rain, it makes for better company than a bunch of...lower class citizens."

As the pompous boy passed through the main doors once again, Chef leaned over to the host.

"This is the last dang time we let the WIND pick contestants, man," he whispered, unable to ignore the absolute weirdness of the first four contestants.

"Shut up, man," Chris glared at his co-host, quickly returning his attention to the list that lay in his hands, "Uh...Camille Harlow?"

A girl stepped forth, smiling brightly at the hosts. She was, again, short, much like the first three who were introduced, but she had a certain skip in her step that hinted she would be entertaining for the two of them. Her skin was rose beige toned, and her eyes were a deep blue color. They carried a gaze that seemed to seek the truth of it all. Her hair was jet black, and done in a low ponytail. She had on a purple hoodie, one which had a little, purple notebook sticking out of the pocket on the front, and a white shirt beneath it. To complete her ensemble, she also had a black, pleated skirt, one that reached all the way down to her knees, white knee socks, and black flats.

"It's a pleasure, fellas," she greeted the hosts with a kind tone, "So, lay it on me!"

"Uh...lay what on you?"

"The deats! The story! The scoop! You obviously brought me along so I could get down to business and find out something that you need help unraveling, right?"

"...I don't think she knows anything about this show," Chris mumbled over to Chef, who simply shook his head in disappointment. "We don't have anything like that for you here, just a chance to win a million big ones!"

"Boooooooring," the girl rolled her eyes, crossing her arms soon after, "Money is meaningless compared to a hot story!"

"Riiiiight, whatever. Let's move on to...Pen. Pen Packer."

"H-h-hello, good sir!" a shriveled, weak excuse for a boy spoke up, gulping in fear as he noticed the bravado of those who were called on before him, "I'm Pen, yes, sir!"

The boy was tiny, in more than just height. He was practically all skin and bone, and the shivering from the immense pressure around him didn't do him any good, either. He was ever so slightly tanned, and he had neatly combed blonde hair, though it was kept under a newsboy cap. His eyes were blue, matching his blonde hair well, and they were full of a nervous energy. He also wore a blue vest, just like Winfred's, but it sat underneath a white jacket, and a pair of white pants with black shoes completed his meek ensemble.

"What's the matter with you, boy?" Chef raised an eyebrow at the boy, "We ain't even done anything to you maggots...yet."

"I'm sorry! I'm just nervous, is all! It's been a long time since I've been able to...be around this large a group of people."

"Pansy."

"Wha-"

"Moving on!" Chris interjected, "Moon Bermont?"

"Ah, yes," an odd looking girl spoke up, "Leave it to fate to choose to introduce me next."

She was of average height, and quite pale in skin tone. Her hair was black, with some orange stripes in the front of it, and it was long and loose. Her eyes were green, and they carried a certain mysterious gaze to them. She wore a yellow sweater, one which had bats all over it, and an orange tee underneath it. Aside from that, she had a black skirt, black knee socks, and black combat boots on. She also had an odd, silver pentagram necklace around her neck, one that seemed to glisten, despite the lack of light in the room. She also had black eyeliner, but it seemed to be smudged around her eyes.

"You're...an odd one, I'll give you that. What's with the get up...and the weird necklace?"

"Why...isn't it obvious?" the girl tilted her head forward, seeming to change her strange aura into an ominous one within a moment, "I'm a witch."

"...Haha! Yeah, right!"

Chris laughed at the girl, who simply rolled her eyes and ran her fingers across her necklace, causing some strange marks to appear on her neck.

"You laugh now, but the truth will be revealed to you soon enough."

"Whatever, weirdo. Jonah R. Harris?"

"Indeed!" a boy stepped up to the plate, "That would be I!"
He was an average height compared to most of the contestants who already introduced themselves, and he looked like a shut-in, being entirely pale in appearance. His hair was brown, and gelled up, but it was under a brown top hat, one which had two gear-like contraptions on it. His eyes were green, and, uniquely, he had a tattoo of a gear centering around his left eye. He wore a brown, unbuttoned overcoat with a white undershirt below it, and a leather sash over it. His pants were brown and baggy, but the bottoms of them were tucked neatly into a pair of black, leather boots.

"Ah, man," Chef scoffed, "Dude's one of thos wacky steampunk nerds."

"Excuse you! Steampunk is quite the respectable interest, and I don't take kindly to those who badmouth it! You should take a moment to reevaluate your own life and interests before trying to slight mine. Harumph!"

"...What the hell?"

"I apologize, but I won't have you insulting my very muse in life!"

"We get it, you're a mega nerd," Chris shut the boy up quickly, "Next is...Yvette Razz."

A short, yet slim, girl stepped up to introduce herself. Something about her made both of the hosts feel uneasy, but they couldn't quite pen it out. Her skin was cream-toned, and her hair was brown, being done up in a long, side ponytail, something that one could recognize from the eighties. She had green eyes, ones which sat behind a simple pair of glasses. She had on a teal hoodie with massive pockets on it, tan shorts, tall, white socks, and black sneakers. Chris couldn't tell if her or the previous boy was the nerdier of the bunch.

"Yes," she spoke up in a gentle tone, "I'm Yvette. It's nice to finally meet you, Chris McLean."

"Uh...right. Well, it's nice to meet you, too...I guess," the host leaned over to his partner to whisper something to him, "She's so creepy, man."

"I know," Chef whispered back to him, "I don't know why, though."

"Er...well, let's just move things along. Victor Addison?"

"Ha, I'm Victor!" a boy started towards the host with a smile on his face, "Nice to, woah!"

Suddenly, the boy stepped on a loose board, causing him to fall to the ground and the other half of it to kick up wildly, just enough to launch Pharaoh, who just so happened to be standing on the end of the board outside, back into the building and onto his rear.

"Peasant!" the regal boy shouted at the unintentional attacker, "You'll pay dearly for that!"

"I'm sorry! I'll lick your boots, er, sandals and shine 'em good for that! I swear it!"

The apologetic boy leapt to his feet, dusting himself off quickly. He wasn't too tall, not too short either, though he was still somewhat scrawny. His hair was long and black, and done in a ponytail, while his eyes were brown in color. Aside from some various burn marks scattered about his skin, he looked plain in comparison to the rest of his group. His outfit was even simple and plain, too, consisting of a white tee, black trousers, and a pair of brown boots. He looked friendly from the expression on his face, but he carried an aura of bad luck.

"Whatever, peasant," Pharaoh stood as well, quickly jabbing his finger into the plain boy's chest, "Don't let something like that happen again, or so help me, I'll-"

"That's quite enough," Mallary snapped, shooting a glare at the pompous boy, "It was a simple accident, my dear. Best to just let it slide."

"So be it."

Pharaoh backed away from Victor, who let out a sigh of relief. Mallary went back to her usual smiling self, her two superiors couldn't help but admire how quickly she shut down the scuffle.

"That lady is intense, eh, Chef?" Chris asked, chuckling to himself.

"I'll say," the co-host nodded in agreement, "A woman after my own heart with a snap like that."

"Oh, stop," Mallary blushed, waving off the two of them, "Let's continue, shall we?"

"Ah, right," Chris snapped back to attention, "Katniss Monroe?"

The host glanced around the room, his eyes landing on a girl who was down on all fours. She ran up to him, circling around his legs and sniffing at his shoes before looking up at him with curious eyes. Her skin was peach white toned and she was short and skinny, though she seemed like she could easily rip someone's head off if she put her head to it. Her hair was black, being quite long and unkempt, almost like she didn't know what a hairbrush was. The raccoon pelt on top of her head didn't aid with her hair's messiness, either. Her eyes were green, and they stared at Chris with an unmatchable feeling of curiosity. She only wore one single article of clothing, that being a frilly, pink dress, though it had very clearly seen much better days.

"Me...Kat...niss," the girl moved her hands a lot as she spoke, emphasizing each word with a different hand motion. "You...Chris?"

"Uh, yeah? Me am Chris McLean, me am big tv star!"

The girl was quick to start growling at the host, knowing well that he was mocking her, though Mallary quickly spritzed her with a water bottle, causing her to hiss and run behind Moon to hide.

"Aw, what a cute puppy!" Moon said in her cheerful voice, soon patting Katniss on the head, "Do I get to keep her?"

"This cast just keeps getting weirder and weirder, man," Chef shook his head.

"Agreed," Chris was shaking slightly from the hostility of the girl, "U-uh, Jessica?"

"Aye, Christopher," a girl stepped forward, waving at the host.

She was the shortest one yet, but her build was pretty average, all things considered. She had honey-toned skin with blonde, curly hair, not to mention the intriguing purple eyes. She had on a plain, pink tee shirt, some blue jeans that couldn't quite reach her ankles, and white tennis shoes. Most importantly, though, was the fact that she was wearing one of those baby holder's with none other than a baby strapped into it. His eyes, skin, and hair were all the same color, though his hair was very much shorter than hers. He was kinda chubby, and he drooled at the sight of all the others. His outfit was also quite similar to her own, with the pink shirt, blue pants, and white shoes. Just barely visible, near her waist, was a large scar, spanning the width of her body.

"Jesus, you brought your kid with you!?"

"Si! Jeremy goes with me everywhere!" she looked down at her son to talk sweetly to him, "No es asi, mi niño?"

The baby simply giggled as his mother pinched his cheek, and the sweet sight even made Chef melt. Chris rolled his eyes at her.

"This place is no good for a baby!"

"Would you relax? He'll be right with me the whole time, won't you, Jeremy?"

Again, the baby giggled at his mother. Mallary snickered at Chris, who was growing more and more annoyed with the girl and her child.

"Whatever, fine. Felix Han?"

Out of nowhere, the fiery feel of a kitchen in the middle of dinner rush enveloped the room, and a tall boy stepped forth. He was skinny, though he had a little bit of muscle to him, and his skin was rosy. His hair was dyed a burning orange color, being short and having bangs that stopped right above his hazel eyes, which were behind a black, square-framed pair of glasses. He wore a white dress shirt, one with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, which the shirt was neatly tucked into, and brown dress shoes that shimmered brightly. On his forearms and hands, there were several burn marks and nicks on his skin, indicating that he worked in a kitchen. He tossed two fine-quality knives up into the air repeatedly, smirking as he caught them each time without fail.

"Chef Han, at your service," the boy took a bow as he tossed both knives into the air, soon realizing the mistake he made.

He let out a yelp as the blades came crashing down, piercing the floorboards around him and causing him to leap up in fright. Chef shook his head at the boy.

"You're doing it all wrong," the seasoned tv chef spoke up, pulling out a cleaver and a chef's knife of his own, "This is how you toss knives flashily."

Without breaking a sweat, or looking at his hands, Chef continuously tossed his blades into the air, causing Felix to marvel at the sight and clap his hands slowly.

"My, oh my! Sir Chef Hatchet, that is most impressive! To be able to go toe to toe with you in the kitchen...that would be an honor!"

"You know, I might actually like this kid."

"As long as you don't try to make a backhanded deal like you did in Action, I could care less who you like," Chris leered at his co-host, causing him to cease his knife tossing, "Freddie Franks?"

"Did someone say to bring the heat to this kitchen?" another boy spoke up, bearing a cheesy grin on his face.

Both Felix and Chef glanced over at him, intrigued to see that there was, yet, another culinary kid in the room. He was far shorter than Felix, and not much taller than Jessica, though his frame wasn't anything special. He was pale, with black hair that was neatly parted to the right, not being that long and only reaching the top of his neck. His eyes were blue, and they had a certain charm to them that Felix lacked with his clumsy self. He wore, what used to be, a school uniform, which consisted of a dark grey blazer and pants, though the sleeves of the blazer were chopped off to show his arms, and his pants were cut at the knees. He had on a pair of light-up shoes, but the lights on them had been very clearly busted for a long time, and they were stuck in a dormant state of lightlessness. Finishing the striking appearance was a black tie that was wrapped around his head as if it were some sort of headband. In his hands, he had a bottle of oil, one which had been used recently.

"Felix, buddy, always make sure you keep your knives away from others. Aren't they a chef's pride and joy?"

"You oiled up my knife handles?" Felix was astounded, "That's not very polite, wouldn't you say?"

"It's a simple prank, guy. Are you really one of those bores who can't take a little joke here and there?"

"No, I-"

"Didn't think so! I look forward to messing with you more from here on out, pal."

"Can I continue?" Chris interrupted the two boys, "Good. Now, Rose Marie de Jarjayes?

"Man, everytime you say that it's got my head spinning!" Chef leaned back against the table.

A girl stepped forward, smiling brightly at the host. Again, she wasn't very tall, but unlikely the scrawny bunch before her, she had a little bit of fluff to her. However, she gave off a vibe that suggested asking her about her weight would greatly upset her. Her skin was quite pale, which was to be expected from someone as noble as her who had no need to be in the outdoors. Her hair was blonde, and well kept in a gorgeous infinity braid style. Her eyes were blue, and quite gorgeous to many of the boys and some of the girls around her. She wore a plain, white dress, one which resided under a blue sweater, a pair of white, heeled shoes, and a black neck belt.

"Bonjour!" she greeted the hosts, causing another contestant to erupt with a groan.

"French," Pen crossed his arms, "Of course, there had to be a Frenchwoman here."

"Ah, yes, I am from France! Are you as well?"

"Pfft, I wouldn't dream of it."

"But...this is no dream, it is real life, no?"

"I'm not French, okay!?"

The boy who seemed so meek earlier had lost that nervousness, and was now a little puffball of rage. Rose couldn't quite comprehend why he was so upset, but she backed away from him, thinking it was her fault he got so angry.

"Pen," Mallary glared at the boy, just like she had to Pharaoh earlier, "That was rude. Apologize to Rose right away."

"But I-...fine, sorry."

"Good, good!"

"She just gets better and better," Chris chuckled, "Okay, how about Rico Castillo?"

A slim boy of average height stepped forward, rubbing the back of his head with a gentle grin on his face. He was quite tan in comparison to most of the pale group, and his eyes were brown, staring from behind a pair of gold, round-framed glasses. His wavy hair was dyed pink, and parted to the right, with his bangs going down his chin, though not covering his eyes. He wore a green sweater with roses embroidered into it, representing his passion well, neat, brown corduroy pants, and a pair of pink sneakers with some slight dirt stains on the bottom of them. He also had a unique, dangling flower earring on his left ear. Unlike a good deal of the others, he seemed to be entirely friendly and optimistic, which was a relief for the hosts.

"How's it going, folks?" he greeted them politely, "I'm Rico, but you knew that already, of course. I'm so excited to be here!"

"That's amazing to hear," Chris smiled, "Usually people just dread being stuck with us, you don't see a lot of appreciation on these shows."

"Ah, well I try to keep a positive outlook on things like these. It makes everything generally better for everyone, right?"

"Alright, Chef. I like this kid."

"Course you do," Chef scoffed, "His niceness is inflating your ego."

"Hardehar. Rosa Gómez?"

"You got it, boy," a girl stepped forward, carrying a certain spunk in her voice, "The disco queen is here, baby!"

She wasn't very tall, but she was well toned, being much more active than most of the others. She was somewhat tan, though it wasn't anything as dark as Rico's tan. Her hair was a dark brown color, being long and feathery, adding to her charm. Her hazel eyes stared the host down, but he couldn't see them past the oversized sunglasses that she wore. She wore a flowy, red, satin tie-front top, black flare pants, and black platform heels which added a solid two inches to her height. She also had a simple, silver chain necklace on. All in all, she was quite the flashy individual, and she seemed to either be consistently moving her feet, or her arms, getting into a groove as she stood.

"What's with all the wobbling around?"

"I got disco fever, baby! I can't stop the groove, and the groove can't stop me. I'm gonna keep on moving 'til these feet can't move no more."

"That's wonderful, but you kinda look like you're having a stroke."

"Ah! My heart! It hurts from the lack of culture!"

"Just when I thought we were done with the weirdos, you came along and ruined it. Well, let's just finish this up. There's only three more of you, now. Jackson Martinez?"

"Yo, Chris!" a reliable looking boy aimed a finger gun at the host, "What's crackin'?"

The boy wasn't very tall, and he was definitely skinny, like much of the others. He had olive toned skin, and a grin on his face. His eyes were brown, and his curly hair was blue with cyan at the tips of it, though it was mostly kept under a purple beanie. He had on a navy blue sweatshirt which was unzipped to reveal a blue and black striped tee underneath it, camouflage jeans with some tears at the knees, white socks, and plain, black shoes. He also had some blue safety goggles which hung around his neck, as well as some tools tucked into his pockets.

"Well, you definitely look like an upstanding dude."

"That's what I'm aiming for, haha! You got a problem? You come to me, I'm your guy! That applies to all of you around here, you got that?"

"Really?" Winfred raised the question, "I seem to have a wild girl chowing down on my calf right now, some help would be much obliged."

"Eh?"

Jackson looked over at the prim boy to see that Katniss was, indeed, chewing on his leg.

"Holy potato salad! Get off that fella's leg!"

He rushed over to the two, quickly prying a growling Katniss from Winfred's leg, causing the now safe boy to sigh in relief. Chris rubbed his forehead upon seeing just how insane that one girl could be.

"Alright...next is...uh...Mimsey Melek," the host spoke out, only for a girl to rush right on over to him.

She was slender and, like the others, quite short. Her skin was peach toned, and she had an eager look in both her blue eyes and smile. Her hair was blond, long, and straight, reaching down to her mid back. She wore a pale, blue cardigan sweater with a white shirt underneath it, a similar pale, blue skirt, and white, heeled shoes. Dangling from her ears were two golden hoop earrings. She looked the man up and down with that same eager look not leaving her face.

"So chiseled!" the girl chirped, "You definitely have a girlfriend with looks like those! I'd be shocked if you didn't!"

"Uh, well…"

"Haha, she's calling you out in front of everyone, man," Chef couldn't help but laugh at the host, causing him to blush.

"Ooooh!" Mimsey turned her attention to the bulky co-host, "You're super duper scary looking! We can totally fix you up with a makeover, though!"

"Girl, what!?"

"Teehee, sorry!"

She backed off quickly, leaving Chris feeling awkward while Chef expelled angry steam from his nostrils.

"That...uh," Chris struggled to recover from Chef's blow to his pride, "That leaves us with one last contestant. Leon Williams?"

An intimidating looking boy came forward, one who was skinny, yet still well toned. He was of average height, and his skin was moderately dark. His hair was brown and long, with it covering his ears, and the bangs covering his right eye. His one exposed eye was brown, and it stared deeply into Chris's soul. He had on a grey sweatshirt, blue jeans that had a certain bagginess to them, and black sneakers. What stuck out about him wasn't his clothing, but his accessories. He had a gorgeous, black guitar strapped to his back, one that looked incredibly expensive. But, even more interesting, was that he had small, red horns on the top of his forehead, and a white, halo-like disc above his head. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be plastic.

"We gonna get to do something soon?" the boy asked, seeming to be bored already, "I feel like I've been standing here for ages."

"Soon enough...what's with the ring and the horns?"

"They're important to me, okay? Don't ask about 'em, don't worry about 'em."

"Psh, alright, tough guy. I think...that concludes our role call. All twenty of you are certainly...interesting, in one way or another. Mallary, I believe you already shuffled up our teams and picked names for them?"

"Indeed, I did," the woman nodded, walking over to Chris and handing him a list. "I think those names are thematically fitting, and the teams are well balanced enough."

"Let's see here," the host narrowed his eyes at the list, "Okay, for our first team...Rosa, Vinnie, Abigail, Jackson, Camille, Freddie, Felix, Victor, Jonah, and Mimsey! You lot are going to be known as the Baleful Banshees! Ooo, spooky!"

As soon as Chris said that, a purple logo with black goo oozing at the bottom and a silhouette of a banshee appeared on the screen.

Freddie patted Felix on the back, shooting a grin his way upon hearing that they would be working together on a team.

"Looks like we're going at this together," the prankster pointed out, "How convenient is that?"

"That seems...odd," Felix racked his brain for a second, "Why would they want to put two chefs on the same team?"

"Who knows?"

Felix looked down to his teammate, noticing that there was both a pen and some whiteout sticking out of his blazer pocket.

"Ah, geez…"

"This is gonna be great!" Vinnie cheered, "Does anyone want some honey?"

"U-uh, sure!" Victor happily agreed to the offer.

As he walked over to the bear dressed girl, he attempted to scoop out some of the delicacy, but he awkwardly slapped the jar out of her hands, causing it to crash and spill all over the ground.

"Oh…"

"Ah! I'm so sorry, Vinnie! I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright!" the girl suddenly pulled out a second jar, just like the first, "I always come with a spare!"

"Oh...phew."

"How intriguing is this?" Jonah nudged Jackson's side, "A team like this, why, we're certain to have a grand time, wouldn't you agree?"

"Hell yeah, we are!" Jackson stood proudly, "Remember, I can help with any problem you got. Call me Mr. Fixer Upper!"

"Interesting...interesting indeed. Perhaps I will require your services down the line, Good Martinez."

It was generally a friendly discussion with the first of the teams, not a single one of them seeming to have any issues with who was placed in their group. Chris looked over at the remaining ten, who all stared back at him.

"So, that just leaves you ten. Rose, Pen, Leon, Katniss, Jessica, Rico, Yvette, Pharaoh, Moon, and Winfred. You guys are going to be called...the Grim Ghouls! Again, kinda spooky, kinda corny."

As Chris said that, a light blue team logo, resembling a moon being eclipsed and having a pointy-eared ghoul silhouette inside, appeared.

"Just wonderful," Pen muttered as Rose gave him a friendly hug, "Stuck with...you."

"Isn't this très bien?" the girl asked sweetly, "Me and you are already friends, now, we can be best friends on the same team!"

"As I said before...just wonderful."

"It really is!"

The boy let out an annoyed sigh, which Rose took as a sign of their friendship, soon following in suit. Meanwhile, Pharaoh was sending a judging look to the unhinged Katniss, who was scratching the back of her head with her foot.

"Must I really be on a team with this mongrel?" the arrogance of the boy was clear in his voice, "She is more suited to be kept out in the wild."

"Wild!" Katniss nodded her head upon hearing the word, "Me...like...wild!"

"Of course you do, you mutt. Here, fetch this."

The boy had a crystal in the palm of his left hand, which Moon was quick to snatch from him, slapping him across the face soon after.

"I knew I was missing something!" the witch glared at him, "How dare you take something that doesn't belong to you!?"

"Simple," the boy replied while rubbing his now sore cheek, "It seemed to be fitting of someone as regal as I, and thus, I partook of it. Anymore stupid questions, or are you done? One of my bloodline shouldn't have to entertain the common rabble with his voice."

"Why, you…!"

"Children, please!" Mallary clapped her hands together fiercely, seeming to cause each of the twenty contestants to shudder, "Let's not have all this fuss on day one. You've been placed in teams already, now, I believe Chris has a few more things for you before we get into the game, don't you, Chris?"

"I do actually," Chris recalled the smirk to his face. "We've got something key from each and every season of Total Drama that we have to introduce to you, that being-"

Confessional

"The confessional booth!" Chris exclaimed, now seeming to be in a crappy outhouse, much like the one from Camp Wawanakwa, though this one had cobwebs all about it. "In this booth, you'll be able to share your inner most thoughts with the world, while also keeping them secret from the rest of the contestants. Pretty neat, right?"

"Confessional...I see," Leon crossed his arms, "Some place to talk about your sins. Or...maybe something that you couldn't control. I'll be sure to make good use of this place...I may need it."

"A solid box for thoughts," Abigail started narrating again, sparking up a lighter to ignite another cigarette, "It was shabby, and dusty, but in a cruel world like this, we take what we can get. No matter how bad it may seem."

"Ah, everyone here looks so cool!" Rico smiled brightly, even blushing a little, "And that Felix...so spicy! Ah! I said that out loud, didn't I? Oh, dear…"

"Cameras have gotten so small over the years!" Rosa awkwardly rubbed the back of her head, "But it ain't no thing! I can learn to work with tiny cameras all around us. They'll all get a good shot of my dazzling moves, baby!"

Confessional End

"Now, we're all good and clear on that part, right?" Chris glanced about at the contestants, who more or less seemed to nod in agreement. "Great! Now, normally, we would let you get to your rooms first before we got into a challenge, but we've got something different planned out for you! We'll be doing a challenge to determine which team will get what rooming area. There are two areas to room in. The first, and the better of the two, is a large, mansion-like building! We've got our crew working on it now, but once they're done, they'll have it all set up for the winning team, complete with anything a teenager could possibly want!"

"Like a hot scoop?" Camille asked, her mouth seeming to water at the thought of it.

"No! What is it with you and the scoop!? You know what? Don't answer that. Our second area is much less desirable than the first, this one being a run down set of shacks. Each shack has five beds in it, enough for all of the boys in one, and all the girls in the other."

"A shack doesn't seem too bad," Yvette noted, "It's humble and quiet, plus the shared space would definitely help us bond more."

"And all of you get to see cute little Jeremy everyday!" Jessica added, petting the cooing baby on the head.

"I take it back. Separate rooms will definitely be better."

"But you just said-"

"I'm not elaborating on this any further."

Jessica glared at the girl, with Jeremy soon sticking his tongue out her as well.

"Now, I'm sure you're all wondering: what could our first challenge possibly be?" Chris gathered all of the contestants' attention once again, "It's a clean and simple one, really. You may have noticed that there is a good amount of forest around here. Well, deep within the forest, there is an enormous tree, you couldn't miss it, even if you were blind. Somewhere around this tree is a key, shiny and gold. This key is to the mansion, and all it will take to win the challenge and nab the mansion for your team is grabbing that key. And don't worry, I know you're all expecting me to bring up elimination, but this is not the case. We figure it would be a waste to send any of you home on day one, so you'll all get the chance to stick around for a bit, for better or for worse. However, there is one last thing we'd like to bring up. If you would, Chef."

Chris seemed to take a step back, granting the floor to Chef, who had an object with a cloth over it in his hands. With interest, each of the twenty contestants stared at the cloth until he pulled it from the object, revealing it to be a small, bronze trophy that was shaped to be a bed sheet ghost. The sight of it made Mallary cringe, and some of the others giggle.

"This is another thing that has shown up from time to time in our seasons," the co-host gestured to the trophy in his hand, "It's our new immunity idol. Finding this will, of course, allow you to avoid elimination by scrapping all of the votes against you. That also means that the unlucky sucker who's stuck with the most leftover votes will have to take the hit for you and leave the game. We'll be hiding this around somewhere while you are all out looking for that key. This trophy can be used twice, mind you, but it will be rehidden after it gets used the first time. But this isn't our only item this season has to offer. Mallary, show the kids what you have."

"Yes, of course," Mallary shook off the offended look on her face and stepped forward, replacing Chef as the center of attention, with two clothed objects, one in each hand.

She tossed them both into the air, letting the two trophies come down into her hands while allowing the cloths to fall to the ground, very slowly. One was similar to the immunity idol, though rather than having one bed sheet ghost, there were three of them. The other, which was in her left hand, had the both team logo coins on it with arrows between them in a reverse pattern.

"The second item we will be hiding around is the mega immunity idol. This idol is far more powerful than the first one, as it doesn't just protect yourself, no...it protects everyone from elimination! Be it while we are still in the team phase or not, this idol will cancel every single vote on the board, saving each of your hides from elimination. It can be used once, and we will destroy it after it's used. Now...the third item is, again, very powerful. This one is our team swap idol! This can be used at any point to choose one person on the other team to switch with. You may be wondering what the point is, but I assure you, it gets better. You see, you can use this little trinket in the midst of an elimination ceremony. Not only will it place you on the winning team, but it'll take whatever votes to send you home you had against you at the time and pins ALL OF THEM on whoever you swapped with. It's perfect for if there's a member of the other team that you particularly hate. Again, it can only be used once, so make sure you know when the right time to do so is."

"And that about covers everything for now!" Chris jumped in front of Mallary, causing her to glare at the back of his head, "Me and Chef are gonna head outside to get ready for the challenge, if you have any questions in your silly, teenage heads, you can direct them to Mallary. Otherwise, meet us outside in ten minutes and we'll get this show on the road!"

Chef nodded to Mallary as he passed her by, taking both of the idols from her hands and walking outside with his egotistical superior. Once the two had left, and the door was shut, Mallary seemed to lose all pretense of that calm aura from before, directing a fearsome glare at Leon.

"Mr. Williams, you imbecile!" she hissed at him, her eyes burning with rage, "I told you that the halo and horns would draw attention, and you refused to listen!"

"They're a symbol of me, lady," he answered while rolling his eyes, "I can't drop them just to keep up a guise. Isn't it enough that I made them look like plastic gags?"

"I suppose it is fine, but when I say to stop doing something, I mean it! You're all weak in terms of your connection to the human world, so it's a major drain on me to try and keep you all tangible while you stress me out like this!"

"Remind us, madame," Winfred butted in, "Why are we here anyways? A million dollars would've been mighty fine while I was still a living boy, but now that I've been long passed...it's somewhat meaningless to me. N-not that I mean to question your authority…"

"Ugh," the woman took a seat in a chair, snapping her fingers suddenly and causing the group to gain an ominous glow around their skin, "I can use this ten minutes as a break for myself...but I'm sure I made myself clear when recruiting you. This man, Chris McLean...he is a menace. He will destroy teenagers' lives and put all of them in peril without a second thought. It's somebody's duty to make sure he learns a lesson he won't soon forget, and that 'somebody' is all of us."

"Couldn't we just scare him?" Mimsey suggested, "It's kinda harsh, and he really is a cutie, but why play this game?"

"This isn't the only game we're playing here...we're going to be forcing him to play a game as well. We'll be making things more and more haunting for him throughout this season, starting small and eventually getting to the big stuff. I just want one thing to be clear...do not, and I mean do not, dare to use your identity as a ghost to harass Chef Hatchet. He's a good man with a good heart, and us going after someone like him wouldn't do us any good at all."

"Sounds like you're crushing on the guy," Freddie smirked at the woman, "You're a ghost, he's a human. It would never work out between you two."

"Mr. Franks, you were the one who altered my list from before, weren't you?"

"Uh…"

The boy thought back to before, when he had purposely changed the team set-up so that he and Felix would be put together.

"Now that you mention it, I recall something like that...but it was Felix, not me!"

"The audacity to pin this on me!" Felix crossed his arms, "She told us before that she didn't take kindly to liars, Freddie!"

"Oh, whatever, Slippery Hands McGee!"

"Boys!" Mallary snapped at the two of them, "Enough with the fighting...it tires me so."

"Yes, ma'am!" the two chefs saluted her in unison, terrified that she may snap at them.

"Please...I'm begging all of you...just stick to the plan. It isn't that much to ask, is it?"

"Well, a pharaoh such as I-" Pharaoh was quickly cut off by an aggravated Jessica.

"We all know you aren't a pharaoh!" the mother hissed, her son glaring in his own way, "Por dios, él es demasiado presumido."

"Agh! How did you-"

"You're easier to read than an open book," Yvette mumbled, "You lack a certain...ruthlessness. All in all, you just seem to me like a pushover who wants to be cool."

"Well, I...I never...ah, damn."

"Everyone, please," Mallary started speaking again, her voice sounding tired, "Can you just do this for me? It's not hard to play along, and I'm sure you'll have fun doing it."

"You hear that, Pen?" Rose hugged the boy again, "It's gonna be fun! We're gonna have fun!"

"I am not having fun right now, you French bastard!" the meek boy was getting angry again, though, upon noticing Mallary's annoyed gaze fixed upon him, he quieted down.

"Bastard? I don't think I'm a bastard, my parents were married when they had me!"

"Rose, dear," Mallary called the girl's name, "Please, do try to be a little...brighter. We can't have you spilling the beans about us being ghosts."

"Oh, I won't! My lips are sealed!"

"Right...I can't believe that Chris actually depicted ghosts that way on those trophies. How humiliating...we don't look all too different from humans, do we?"

"No, I wouldn't say so," Moon spoke up with a creepy smile on her face, "But Chris seemed to think I was weird."

"Moon, dear...you are delightfully weird. But that isn't important. Ah...I should get you back into that form again so those two don't start wondering what's happening in here."

The woman snapped her fingers again, causing the group of twenty to lose the glow they had, seeming just like they were alive once more. A bead of sweat dripped from her forehead, considering the strain it put on her, but she was able to deal with it just fine.

"Go along outside, please. Just get this key finding nonsense over with...once they fall asleep, perhaps I'll be able to take a larger rest."

Confessional

"Uuugh" Pen groaned as he ran his hands down his face. "I have GOT to find that Team Swap idol before anyone else can! The sooner I can get off the same team as that Rose girl, the better!" Pen crosses his arms and instinctively rubs them as he continues "I realize how harsh that probably sounds, but I just... I've had some REALLY bad experiences with the French, that's all."

"That Pen seems to really like me!" Rose cheerfully kicked her feet while sitting in the confessional, "He's calling me goofy names like 'bastard' even though I'm not a bastard! Isn't that so silly?"

"This village is kind of a bore," Jonah remarked, "I mean, add some gears here and there, some train whistles as alarms, and steam exhaust, and sure, you've got a neat place. Ah, but nevermind that...there seems to be a lack of manners from some of the gentlemen in this place. It would do me well to teach them a thing or two."

Confessional End

It had been a few moments, but the group of twenty eventually made their way outside, where Chris and Chef were waiting for them.

"Well, you all must've had a whole bunch of questions, eh?" Chris asked the group, though no one seemed to want to answer. "Ah, great. Already getting the silent treatment. Well, whatever, you're all stuck with me for a good while, so get used to me being around. Now, the forest is behind me. Your destination is that massive tree, which I spoke of before. You can see it from here, right?"

The ghosts looked out into the forest, noticing the massive tree in the middle of the forest. Chris was right, it was definitely something you'd have to try to miss, and even then, it would be incredibly difficult.

"Now, is there anything you little mongrels need to know before going out into the woods?"

"Woods!" Katniss chanted, seeming to pant at the thought of it.

"I'll take that as a no. Well then, your first challenge starts...now!"

Upon hearing that last word, the group burst off into the forest, with Katniss taking a very clear lead on everybody. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth as she barreled around on all fours, and Winfred, who was struggling to catch up to her, couldn't help but speak out about this.

"Katniss, dear," he started to speak staggeringly between his breaths, "Remember to keep your tongue in your mouth, Chris is gonna think your right crazy, seeing you drooling all over the place!"

"Dad?" Katniss screeched to a halt, causing Winfred to bump into her before could stop, and fall to the ground.

She walked around him, sniffing at him as he sat in the wet, muddy ground. He didn't look or smell like either of her dads, but the way he spoke to her definitely reminded her of them. She whimpered slightly, her eyes seeming to water as she thought about them.

"A-ah! No, no, no! Don't cry, Katniss! Uh...uh...look!"

The boy grabbed a stick from off to the side, waggling it around in the air and causing the girl to look at it as if it were a five star meal. Her mouth started to water at the sight of it.

"Now, fetch!"

He tossed the stick into the distance, which led to Katniss charging off after it. As she disappeared from his sight, he pulled himself to his feet, sighing as he noticed how muddy his clothes had gotten from the fall. He tried to ignore it and press on, but before he knew it, the girl was back, pouncing onto him and revealing that the stick was in her mouth.

"By, golly! You are quite fast, aren't you?"

She nodded her head up and down rapidly before dropping the stick next to the boy. He glanced over at it, and then back at her, noticing the excited expression on her face.

"Alright, you want me to throw it again?"

Again, she nodded her head. He grabbed the stick and sat up, causing her to stare at the object in his hands. Once again, he threw it into the distance, and she ran after it. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of it all.

"Yo, what are you doing?" Leon asked, having come from the bushes to see the boy sitting in the mud.

"Ah! Katniss was just...remembering her life, so I'm attempting to distract her."

"Her old life? Man, that's no fun! Staying in the past is staying put somewhere, and I hate staying put!"

"Well, some of us do wish we hadn't gone the way that we had."

"That's wonderful for you guys, but think about it! Do you know how much of a rush it is to jump into an amplifier and turn the sound up when no one can see you?"

"No, Leon. I haven't ever touched anything like an amplifier before."

"Man, you and I need to go haunting together sometime."

As if on cue, Katniss rushed back over to Winfred, holding the stick in her mouth yet again. She dropped it in front of him, waiting for him to grab it and launch it again. However, before he could, Leon grabbed it, causing the girl to shift her eyes to focus on him.

"You're playing fetch, eh?" the boy chuckled a little, "Well, I bet I can throw way further than him! Try fetching this!"

Leon launched the stick into the distance, indeed, a lot further than Winfred could've dreamed of. Katniss, of course, ran off after it, leaving the two boys along. The rocker helped his proper teammate off of the ground, patting him on the back soon after.

"I bet that'll keep her occupied for a while, don't you think?"

"I guess it will," Winfred mumbled, sounding ever so slightly upset that he had lost his chance to bond with the girl.

Confessional

"I've never had anyone ever mistake me for their father before," Winfred looked puzzled as he reclined in the confessional, "That was indeed sad, but it looks like Katniss is alright, for now. I know that Leon was trying to help, but I did enjoy my time with the wild girl. It's a shame."

"Me...like...fetch!" Katniss cheered in the confessional while smacking at a cobweb in the corner.

Confessional End

While the boys were goofing off with the out-of-touch girl, the rest of the group had managed to make their way to the tree, each of them searching along the massive trunk for the key that Chris had mentioned before. Rico seemed to be incredibly enthusiastic about the challenge, running his hands along the tree's bark as he searched for the key.

"Ah, being around nature is just such a treat," the boy giggled to himself as he touched the tree, "To think, a living thing this massive exists right here in this village...it's beautiful."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Freddie suddenly placed his arm on Rico's shoulder, startling the boy as he didn't see him approaching, "Whatcha doing, plant girl?"

"Girl? I'm a boy…"

"Eh, whatever. Look, I saw you looking at Carrot Top earlier. Looked awfully suspicious to me."

"Um, I don't know what you mean."

"Come on now, don't play dumb. I know that look you were giving him...you're trying to find out a good way to mess with him, just like me!"

"...Pardon?"

"I know, my detective skills are on point today. Well, sorry, buddy, but you aren't on his team. Only someone like me, who will be with him throughout this whole thing, will be able to prank him! You're gonna have to find someone else to mess with."

"Oh, I see! Ah, darn! Oh, well. I can always find someone on my team to prank, like you said."

"That's the spirit! If I were you, I'd go for Pharaoh. Dude definitely needs to be taken down a notch!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

Freddie backed off from the boy, aiming some finger guns at him as he ran elsewhere to find Felix. Meanwhile, Abigail was nearby, following the trail of mystery and ending up standing right next to Rico.

"And so I found myself near a shrimpy boy, one who didn't carry any sense of danger to him," she started, a cigarette in hand, "What was I to do with no leads on my mystery but to meander among the little things, like the ramblings of a kid who develops a crush way too easily."

"Hey!" Rico blushed, but his brow furrowed, "You don't even-"

"It was no use, he was adamant on arguing, and arguing ain't my cup of tea. I decided to leave the boy to his own devices, going along on my own to search for something with more danger to it."

Without another word, the detective walked away from the boy, a trail of smoke following her everywhere she went. Rico let out an unamused sigh, and continued to search for the key. Not too far away, Rosa and Camille found themselves digging around in the dirt for the key, though both of them were irritated by the mud actually sticking to their temporarily tangible hands.

"Aw, curses," Rosa pulled her hand from the mud, realizing that she had just chipped a nail on it, "I can't believe I up and did that! Oh well, nothing I can't fix later."

"Holy mackerel!" Camille burst out with excitement, "Look what you busted your nail on!"

"What is it, sugar?"

The disco queen glanced at the mud that they had been digging around in, noting that there was something shiny at the bottom of the mini-pit. She reached down into it, and grabbed it, pulling it out to reveal that it was none other than the very same key that everybody was looking for.

"Hot damn!" Rosa couldn't believe her eyes, and she held the key above her head victoriously, "We found it! We really found-"

Soon enough, she found herself unable to finish the words. Katniss, who was still looking for her stick, had seen the shiny thing in the girl's hands, and out of instinct, she knew it had to be hers. She rushed over to the girl, leaping up and grabbing the key with her mouth, pulling it away from her.

"Hey, you give that back!" Camille yelled at the wild girl, who simply growled back at her. "Oho, you did not just growl at me!"

Katniss continued to growl at the two members of the other team, but suddenly, she remembered the very reason that she came over to the tree in the first place. Of course, she was playing fetch, and she needed to finish that game of fetch. Without allowing either of the girls to get any closer to her, she started to run back to Winfred and Leon, leaving them in the dust.

"Hey, get back here with our key!" Rosa shouted, running along after her, but tripping in the mud due to her platform boots. "Ah, damn!"

Upon seeing the girl with the key in her mouth approaching them again, Winfred and Leon both found themselves astounded. She dropped it in front of Leon, who immediately grabbed for it, albeit a little grossed out by the saliva that was on it. He stared at it closely, a huge smile forming on his face.

"You seeing this, Winfred!?" the rocker pulled his teammate in for a closer look, "That dog girl found the key cause we were playing fetch with her!"

"Ah, so it would seem," Winfred let out a slight chuckle, and patted Katniss on the head, "Wonderful job, my dear!"

"Me...like...fetch!" she smiled excitedly.

"Well, let's bring this back to that Chris and get this over with."

Once both of the teams had gathered back outside the main lodge, Chris was astounded to see that the key had been found so early. Leon dropped it into his hand, smirking as his team looked at him in an approving way, all except for Winfred, who knew that the true winner of the challenge was actually Katniss.

"Well, I guess that's that," Chris mumbled, sounding to be a bit annoyed about it, "But this challenge was made to be beat in a short amount of time. This happened so fast because I wanted it to! Anyway, all that aside, the winner of the first challenge of the season, and the mansion, is...the Grim Ghouls!"

"Woohoo!" Jessica cheered, throwing her arms into the sky and causing little Jeremy to do the same, "That was awesome, Leon!"

"Oh, please," Leon waved her off, "It's just what I do."

"Yes...quite," Pharaoh grumbled, having hoped that he would've been able to find the key, "Very nice, indeed."

"Banshees!" Chris called the other team's attention, "Unfortunately for you, that means you'll all have to share the cabins for the season, too bad, so sad."

"Well, it could be worse," Felix started, soon noticing the wide grin on Freddie's face, "Ah, crap."

"It'll be a great time, pal!" the prankster patted the much taller chef on the back once again, "By the way, you dropped your pocket."

"Oh, dear."

Felix looked at the ground for a few seconds before realizing what Freddie had said, and soon hung his head in shame while the boy erupted in laughter.

"Oh, we're all gonna be such good friends!" Vinnie squealed as she pulled Abigail, Camille, Rosa, and Mimsey in for a group hug.

"Isn't it so exciting?" Mimsey giggled, "We're totally gonna be BFFFLs!"

"And a sense that I got from this," Abigail started monologuing again, "Was that I was in for a hell of a ride."

"Now," Chris started up again, tossing the key back over to Leon, "You'll use that to unlock the front door of the mansion, while the shacks will already be unlocked for the Banshees. I'd suggest you all head on over to your dwellings now, it's gonna be a long fall, and the sooner you get some rest, the better."

Chris walked back to the lodge, grinning evilly all the way. In his mind, he thought about all the fun he was going to have, causing these teens misery over the season. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

"Well, that's our first episode, folks, and quite an…. interesting one at that. With a setting as strange as this and a cast that even stranger, what sort of spooky shenanigans can we expect upon the horizon? And just who will be the poor, unfortunate soul who will be sent home first after our next challenge? Find out on our next bone-chilling episode of…...TOTAL…DRAMA…HAAAAAAAAUUUUUNNNNNNTTTTTEEEDDD VIIIIIIIILLLLLLAAAAAGGGGGEEEEE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Chris signed off, adding a haunting ghost flair as the season's name.

Author and Editor's Notes:

*And that there is the start of the spooky season! Being able to introduce all of these characters was a lot of fun, as I feel that none of them really carry any similar feeling to them at all. You may have noticed that the challenge was incredibly short, but as Chris said, it really was meant to be. We wanted to spend more time focusing on introducing everything about the season and its competitors without taking away too much time for the simple non-elimination challenge.

** Haha, yep! We hope you had a good time reading and that you're psyched for this spooky season! I'm Redline, btw. I'm a little new to this and I'm mainly here to help Golem spitball a few ideas, but I'll do my best to help make this season as great as it can be! We've already got a few ideas for a crazy cast like this, but we'd love to hear your reviews and ideas on just what you think will happen with them!