Total Drama: Happy Outcast Life!

by Seven Alice

Have ever though about the outcasted characters in every Total Drama? And why there's so many of them, but they never fit? Fear not! This season is going to be about every odd, weird, outcasted character that may come to your mind! Let's all be a family! SYOC closed, warning, sensitive themes like blood, gore and horror will be present!

2. Chapter 2: Le Papillon Immortel

It had been a few weeks ever since our gracious pair of Outcasts; Fran and his beetle friend Kafka started planning to have a grand renewal of the classic reality show: "Total Drama" although with the twist of having a cast made out of Outcasts, people shunned from society and even abnormalities of nature like Kafka himself. Fran liked to refer to them all as his Happy Outcast Children; which sounds a bit perturbed to most people, but being a family was one nice dream and so he isn't about to give up.

Not even when the shitty executives deemed his idea as an early phase of dementia and even threatened having him sent to a crazy house. A bit of an exaggerated reaction, but Fran did not mind. Not when he could easily dissuade them.

And by "Dissuade" he meant blackmail and stalk the head executives until they finally gave in. Fran is not fond of violence, being pacifist 100%... At least until he gets pissed off and has to resort to psychological torture. There's no better psychological torture than having a red eyed psycho and a giant beetle stalking you all the day, which is what Fran did for a few weeks until the executives gave up, fearing for the safety of their families and the safety of the dirty secrets they wanted to keep Fran from spilling.

The first step to prepare themselves for a Total Drama is supposed to be the island, an island like in the classic reality. Needless to say, Fran was excited beyond belief to know this... Until he was told that there would be no island this time. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Unlike Discovery Channel led us to believe, islands do not grow in trees; not everyday an island is found in the middle of the sea and is not like the executives are gonna pull an entire island out of their asses. Fran wanted to argue that the latest reality show: Total Drama Cosmic Colapse had a brand new island, but in the end just accepted his fate.

So, Fran wanted an island but Seven Alice disagreed.

Instead, the executives had a brilliant idea that Fran would not resist; they offered him to have his Total Drama be more like world tour, but instead of an airship they gave him a blimp where the Outcast children would be happy and live- at least until they freaked out and started killing each other and killed Fran and Kafka in the process. Thing that the executives dearly hoped for, but little they knew that they were walking directly into Fran's trap. The red eyed blonde wouldn't have been happier to know that he and his Happy Outcast children could just board on the blimp and fly away from the cruel world that outcasted all of them... That manipulative little shit.

(A blimp, or non-rigid airship, is an airship (dirigible) or barrage balloon without an internal structural framework or a keel. Unlike semi-rigid and rigid airships (e.g. Zeppelins), blimps rely on the pressure of the lifting gas (usually helium, rather than hydrogen) inside the envelope and the strength of the envelope itself to maintain their shape. In other words, more interesting than a common plane. Info taken from Wikipedia, because Wikipedia knows everything)

It didn't take long enough for the executives to show him the brand new blimp.

"It's hugeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Exclaimed both Fran and Kafka, marveling upon seeing the blimp in all the grace and magnificence. It was decorated by a pastel pink tartan pattern and read: "Total Drama: Happy Outcast Life!" In somewhat wry letters. Still, you can say for sure that our host loves it already.

Accompanying him and Kafka was the head executive of Total Drama; mostly because no one else wanted that spot. Her name was unknown but everyone referred to her as Seven Alice; a girl who probably was too small for her age.

"It's already equipped with all your needs for a Total Drama, however... We still need a name for it"

Suggested the girl, catching Fran's attention again. Though she kept her distance... Kafka was cute but Fran stalked her for weeks until she pulled her shit together to agree into making this reality. No wonder she was scared. But luckily for her, right now the only thing they needed was a name to label the blimp, a cool name for the matter.

Putting a hand to his chin, Fran was deep in though...

"Hmmmm... It's pink, so... What about "The Jigglypuff"? how does that sound?"

He finally came up with an idea that seemed fantastic in his mind, Kafka beaming as well.

"Sounds really nice...!"

The beetle and Fran were pleased, but once again Seven Alice disagreed.

"It can't be. That's already the name of a Pokémon, we may get sued"

And that left both host and co-host deflated. Though, Fran was already thinking up something else.

"...Then, since it's huge let's name it "The Colossus Titan"! Like in Shingeki no Kyojin: Attack on Titan!"

He tried again, never losing his excitement and hugging Kafka since the beetle seems to agree with him in this. Gotta admit that was one cool name.

"I like it. I mean, it's simple but effective!"

They both seemed good with that, but Seven Alice shook her head, arms crossed.

"Thanks to the copyrights, we'll have to pay an astronomical fee for using such a name. Think of something else"

And there she goes again. Both Host and Co-host never quite giving up, trying to muster a new idea that wasn't coming up. To be honest, had Fran known he had to name the blimp, he would have made a list before coming.

"What about "The Crystal Gem"...?"

Both Kafka and Seven stared at Fran, kind of realizing that he had no inspiration for original names right now. The next one to talk was Kafka, being held by the blonde he was sensing how Fran's brain was probably about to melt if he kept thinking so deeply.

"Maybe we could take a look inside the blimp to get some ideas"

The beetle said in a soft voice, and Fran beamed at that. Receiving a nod from Seven, they proceeded inside the blimp; crossing the marvelous and tall doorstep and taking their first glance at the inner part of the blimp. It held a pretty decor, much like the external part the walls had a pastel pink and white tartan pattern, giving it a clear look while the part that connected with floor was caramel brown. A red, velvety carpet covered said floor and above their heads there were many brilliant chandeliers, hanging and swinging dangerously from the ceiling but providing a starry and dreamy light that kept the whole corridor bright.

The walls had many framed pictures of previous Total Drama seasons, like the campers from first season after they fell into the water when trying to take a group photo during the first episode of the first season. There were also pictures and selfies of Chris and the chef, the campers singing during world tour; and last but not least, a picture of the unlikely cast, host and co-host of Total Drama Cosmic Colapse. Seven Alice's personal favorite.

"How lovely the Oshare decor! Though, I asked for the place to be blood red... But pink is nice as well. Did you know that pink color reduces the amount of stress in people?"

Stated Fran, matter of factly to an impressed Kafka. He loved impressing the beetle with his knowledge, which is very vast but still he can't muster a fucking name for the blimp. Who knows why the hell he wanted the place to be blood red...

They both wandered through the long corridor, eventually reaching a large place that immediately caught their attention; labeled as the meeting room. Not only was that place supposed to be for meetings and reunions, it was the designed spot for the elimination ceremony much to Fran's chagrin. He simply couldn't bear the though of letting go of his future Outcast children!

Said room looked kinda like the classroom of some University; with upper seats that went down and down until reaching where the chalkboard and the teacher's desk should be, in our case there was a podium where the host is supposed to state who gets immunity and who's utterly screwed, finito, bye bye. Unlike the outer corridor, the walls there had a baby blue tartan pattern instead of pink. There were also a few pods containing small flowers all around; that was a detail Fran purposefully asked for. It kept certain airs of elegance, and the beautiful flowers have always been gifts of nature; creating an innocent, nice environment. That's exactly what said flowers symbolized; the clear white Magnolias spoke of something natural, love for what's natural and it's undeniable purity; as well as being a symbol of life. The other flowers that could be seen were purplish blue and pretty small, one little branch holding a whole bunch of them. These were Forget-me-nots, expressing true love that goes far beyond despair and grief. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling was big and shining, but its ornamented beauty couldn't be compared to that of these young flowers. However, Fran noticed something.

"Hey, look over there"

Fran pointed at the podium once they peeked inside the meeting room and their eyes wandered all over the area. There was a laptop there, Seven probably left it before.

"Oh... Maybe the mistress forgot it?"
Asked the beetle mostly to himself, referring to Seven Alice but failing to notice how Fran smiled wryly upon seeing this as their chance.

"Say, do you want to see the audition tapes we already have?"

The blonde asked, Kafka seemingly hesitant on the matter.

"What if the mistress gets angry? I mean, it's her laptop and there may be private stuff there..."

Fran shook his head, unconvinced and already grabbing Kafka so they could take a peek into the many tapes that already arrived. Not like Seven could say anything, she was too scared by Fran to even complain.

"I'm sure she doesn't mind, let's go!"

And with that, they were already beside the podium and fiddling with the laptop to see the many auditions they have received- setting aside the many folders with info and plans for Total Drama Cosmic Colapse. Fran didn't take long in finding the videos, all of them looked so different and interesting! Both Kafka and him feeling in awe, it was difficult to choose one.

"This one seems interesting..."

Voiced the blonde, clicking in a random video.

Full Name: Samantha Louise Cooper Label/Stereotype: The Awkward Bipolar

Audition Tape:

The camera opened up -slowly at that- to a girl who seemed to be sitting, writing something and talking to herself.

"Andsoastheylivedom-"

She began speaking in a very rapid tone, barely acknowledging the camera. She looked up and threw the journal across the room before realizing what it was.

"Oh hey, sorry you had to see that," She said quickly.

"I'm Samantha and..."

She begins slowing down her speech and starts looking downward. What a quick mood change.

"I understand if you don't accept."

With a moody sigh she goes to reclaim the journal only to stop halfway through.

"What...?" She blinked before looking at the camera.

"Um...sorry about that," She smiled sheepishly.

"Anyway pick me...I guess..."

Audition Tape end.

"She's very cute, but I think..."

Kafka was about to say something but trailed off, seeing how Fran was focused in the frozen image of the video; featuring the girl named Samantha, she had a pretty but a bit somber face as well as such a slender figure with these bright and blue/green eyes, and the straight brown hair that swings back and forth with her hurried movements. Fran was mostly focused in the moment she got rid of the journal; Poor journal.

"...Fran?"
Asked the curious beetle, noting how his partner was trying to look at the video from every possible angle. After a moment, the blonde just let out one deflated sigh and realized how Kafka was staring.

"Sorry, I got intrigued by her journal. I think I recognized the words she was reading... Like I've heard or read them before"

Let out Fran, putting a goofy scowl as he was deep in though, trying to pinpoint where did he read these words before. Hard to know when you're an avid reader, not only in the field of fantasy and romance but also of the scientific theory. However, a though struck his mind like a lighting bolt.

"Maybe... Maybe she's that famous fanfiction author we love so much?!"

He said in a hurried, excited tone and with stars in his red eyes. Obviously this prompted Kafka to gasp upon the possibility of meeting the fanfiction author they both admire so much.

"D-Do you really think so? After all she's such a famous person..."

Kafka was unsure, not really wanting to believe that such a talented person would become one of their children, however Fran just nodded quickly in return. Unlike his friend, he seemed confident without a trace of doubt.

"My guts are telling me that she is the one, and as such we must get an autograph no matter what!"

He said, pulling out of his jacket a notepad and a pen, ready to get his autograph. And to our surprise, out of nowhere Kafka was also holding a pen with his small fangs and a notepad over his head! Seems like these two are more than ready.

"Your guts would never lie, so I'll be ready for anything...!"

Kafka tried to sound determined, Fran as well and seemingly proud of having elicited such a reaction.

"That's the spirit! Let's see the next one to know what else we need to be ready for!"

And so, the blonde clicked in another random video; determined to know more about these children (?) and their general aura, that way he'll be able to deal with them and make them feel accepted and received. There's nothing worse than feeling like you are in a place where you don't belong, after all.

Full Name: Kalza Mori Label/Stereotype: The Dark Chronicler

Audition Tape:

The camera turns on in an extremely dark room, lit with only four candles on the floor which dimly illuminate a cryptic magic circle. Kalza lights another candle, holding it up to her face. She walks with it to a desk, setting it down, then she pulls out her large grimoire; with purple covers, gold designs, and dark brown bindings. She flips to a blank page and begins to write, narrating her writing aloud.

"Today I test the little-known Iumjyora Tkalteydactri seance… it is time to discover whether or not the beliefs surrounding this ritual are truly supernatural in nature. While my research has not yet been fruitful, no amount of failure can dissuade me from my drudging march towards the truth."

Kalza puts the pen down and retrieves the candle. She returns to the circle, chanting a long, complicated monologue in an unidentifiable language. At the end, she jabs an ornate knife into the middle of her hand, shuddering with a smile, and lets the blood from her hand put out the candle she holds.

A few minutes pass. Nothing happens.
Then, out of nowhere, a door opens, and light shines into the room. Impulsively, Kalza yells,

"Cretin!"

The random man who opened the door sees her hand with a knife jammed almost through it, and freaks out.

"Wh-what the hell? What's going on in here!?"

Kalza smirks, lowering her eyes, grinning, and taking the knife out of her hand.

"...Wanna find out?"

The man screams and flees. An appropriate reaction.

Kalza returns to what she was doing, with the light pouring through the door to show her.

"Another… failure,"

she complains monotonously. She forces the knife the rest of the way through her hand, shivering delightfully, before taking it out and dropping it on the ground.

"But I do have a backup plan this time," she remembers with a dark grin.

She returns to the desk, taking the pen in her still-bleeding hand, and once again narrates what she's writing.

"A shocking solution to my plight could come in the form of a reality TV show. Reality often lays outside of my realm of appreciation - after all, the value humanity places on itself is excessive and unwarranted, and reality television often does nothing but reaffirm this truth. However…"

Kalza looks up at the camera, and smiles.

"I said I would keep marching, regardless of the cost. And I have a fairly good feeling about this one."

She turns off the video.

Audition Tape end.

I think is needless to explain how Kafka was shivering; trying to not say anything impolite, though he was pretty scared after witnessing so much blood.

"F-Fran... She..."

The poor beetle couldn't muster anything else; however upon turning he noticed how Fran had one large, eerie smile stretched through his soft features; the blonde/white hair covering his red eyes and giving out a somber look. Like this, he seemed as eerie as the girl they just witnessed.

"She's certainly one interesting individual...!"

The blonde let out, admiring the features of the beautiful girl named Kalza; her blood red eyes just like Fran's own, her wavy black hair whose streaks of purple stand out and match with her pale skin, and her long robe which seemed to be not only black; but darker than black itself. Like a moonless night.

"You know, black robes are the best. Specially when you're pale like her... Or when you want to hide something, like my bandages!"

The blonde rambled on, he could quite relate to using such a kind of clothing since he did as well, mostly to hide the many bandages and bruises all over his body. After all, if he's gonna be a good and nice host he needs the contestants to trusts him- which would be difficult, considering that he may or may not look like a mummy. Though, Fran seriously hoped that Kalza wouldn't have to do the same. After all, she's too beautiful to keep it completely hidden.

However, he soon noticed that his dear Kafka was watching him with a completely frightened look.

"F-F-Fran...!"

"What's wrong?"

It took him a moment to realize that... His left hand was impaled by a knife; carved deep with blood already oozing from the wound on alive flesh, dripping towards the floor and staining Fran's dark clothes with Crimson. Only God knows where did that knife came from, or why in the world Fran looked so calm about it all. As if he weren't losing his precious blood every second; Kafka in other hand was as scared as he was worried.

"Oh. Oopsie"

Was the only thing Fran could muster, letting out a small, Awkward laugh. It didn't hurt that much, he was used to endure worst injures on a daily basis and as such, he was kinda numb. He guessed that Kalza could sympathize, though Kafka would never ever get used to seeing him hurt or bleeding... Dear Kafka was too innocent and cared a lot, not only for Fran but for mostly everyone- even when mostly everyone though him to be a gross giant bug that deserves nothing but to be squashed.

"Come on Kafka, don't worry your little beetle head over it. I just got in synchrony with Kalza while watching her audition tape"

He explained plainly, trying to lessen importance to the matter and pulling out the knife roughly, more dark blood streaming from his numb and now extremely pale hand, but Fran seemed perfectly okay with that; in fact he even tried to smile reassuringly towards his partner. Of course the beetle was still shivering and about to cry, unable to tear his eyes apart from the bleeding wound.

"In... synchrony...?"

Let out the Kafka, Fran nodding confidently.

"Yup, once I get in synchrony with someone I tend to repeat their actions in order to understand them better!"

Let's note that everything Fran just said is a complete and utter lie. Synchrony my ass, he just stabbed his hand absent mindedly because it seemed funny; and it WAS funny at some extent... But Kafka doesn't need to know that, lest he'll worry his little buggy head until he explodes or some stupid shit. And of course, Kafka believed the whole lie even when he's still worried.

"I see... But please do something, you're bleeding...!"

The beetle let out, trying to avert his gaze as Fran giggled and cleaned his hand with a tissue so the new wound could be wrapped in fresh bandages. Good thing he has a literal first aid kit hidden in his jacket coat, since it always comes in handy. However, they both failed to notice when the door of the meeting room opened, Seven Alice peeping her head carefully.

"Hey guys, I was thinking that maybe "The Jigglypuff" is not such a bad name... Maybe we could-"

Whatever she started talking about immediately died in her throat, the moment she looked over Fran's blood stained robe, as well as the bloody knife he still held. Damn, he looked like Jack the Ripper! Guess that's why Kafka didn't even want to look at him. And as such, the poor girl went white as a sheet; her pupils shrinking in sheer horror.

"...Oh my God! He's got a KNIFE!"
She screamed, then turned around and ran away while waving her arms and letting out more terrified screams.

"HE'S GOT A KNIFE, HE'S GOT A KNIFE, HE'S GOT A KNIFE!"

And so the host and co-host just stared at the place from where she just left, Fran not quite understanding her fear and Kafka feeling guilty. Damn, that must be why these two have no more friends.

"...Will she be okay?"

Fran shrugged in response.

"Let's give her some space for now. Anyways, we still have many tapes to watch"

And with that, they went into watching the next one; Seven will probably be okay. She's always okay.

Full Name: Hans Svænsson Label/Stereotype: The Pyromaniac

Audition Tape:

"Hello there people, I'm here doing an audition tape to be in this new season of total Drama. I've never actually seen this show before, but after digging a little bit into it, I saw how much money is going down and decided to give it a try"

*Static*

*A small fire is lighted up in the background*

"I'm gonna go and crush this competition given how much money is going down, I know how to do some survival stuff, most of it involves fire heh heh"

*More static*

*Damn, the fire has grown*

"Why is this camera cutting my recording? after doing this, I'm gonna go and buy a better camera, oh but why? This camera is pretty fine, well of course, but it's like, the 50th time this shit goes on and turns itself off, but why you don't go and try to fix it, because it way more easi-"

*Always static*

"And there it goes again... Wait, is this still recording? Well anyway, pick me in and I will crush this, and maybe make some friends along the way..."

"Okay, how do I turn this off?... Ugh out of all the times I want it to turn it off, the shit doesn't turn off, oh well..."

*Goes away*

*The fire grows larger. Is literally an inferno*

*Static forever*

*RIP camera*

Audition Tape end.

Fran rubbed his chin quizzically, watching how the fire engulfed the background, and subsequently the poor shitty camera Hans was using. Let's offer our prayers for that camera to rest in peace.

Also there's the image of this guy Hans, whose clear white skin doesn't match with the many burns along his arms, it reminded Fran of his own bruises. Also his dark blue dyed hair was pretty cool, and the medium sized beard gave him a very iconic aspect. Certainly he's one peculiar individual like Kalza, but of course he as well has his own thing going on; I'm talking about the fire and it's ability to grow 80 times its size in the short minutes this audition tape lasted.

After a moment, Fran snapped his fingers like he just realized the secret of the universe.

"I comprehend it now"

Kafka raised an imaginary brow in curiosity due Fran's sudden serious tone; giving him the cue to explain himself.

"This meeting room... No, this whole blimp... It lacks something, and thanks to this dude Hans I just realized what it is"

Taking in his sudden epiphany, the blonde opened his arms with a confident expression, and a grin far too stretched across his face to the point it didn't look humanely possible...

"The bonfire! It's the bonfire, Kafka! We can't have a ceremony without the classic bonfire!"

He Exclaimed, already picturing the bonfire in the original total Drama (and also the computerized pixel bonfire used in Total Drama Cosmic Colapse) and Kafka just giggled a bit nervously.

"You know that a bonfire here might be dangerous..."

Despite the warning, Fran wasn't backing up from this- he was stripped from the chance of having an island! A fucking island! No way in hell he's giving up on his dreamt bonfire.

"Life itself is dangerous! The fire is synonymous of life; it means light and warmth and comfort!"

Kafka could definitely see how Fran's red eyes were glistening in conviction; not looking at him but probably looking forward an imaginary world in which he and his Outcast children enjoyed the hazardous bonfire that can (and will) destroy the whole damn blimp.

"...It also represents destruction with no boundaries, you know..."

Let out the beetle, trying to calm down his blonde friend but to no avail. He was already too into this to even reason.

"Nonsense! Didn't you see how Hans felt calm and at ease beside his own bonfire?!"

He smiled, almost as if stars twinkled and danced in his eyes... Though the beetle wasn't very convinced of such an affirmation after replaying the video, realizing how Hans ran away like a psycho, leaving the fire to engulf the camera... Incredibly calm and at complete ease? Yeah, the readers may be damned if they were to believe that.

Speaking of being damned, the moment Kafka averted his gaze Fran was gone; leaving him in the podium with the laptop.

"Fran?"

"Here!"

It didn't took him long to find Fran in the middle of the room... But suddenly he's got a bunch of wood piled and is sprawling fuel all over it! Where did he get that, or when? Guess he's always prepared, and dead serious about creating that ridiculous bonfire; his grin only growing more and more by each passing second.

"Hans will be the first Outcast child to thank me for this oh so relaxing, classy bonfire...!"

Stated him happily, Kafka about to have a panic attack for all what's worth.
Is needless to say that no matter how much the beetle tried to stop him, Fran still created his ridiculous bonfire; the fuel on it being just enough to burn down the entire room... They managed to escape and save the laptop, the blonde having an upset-looking Kafka over his head and wondering over and over what went wrong with his bonfire idea.

The answer: he tried to create a fucking bonfire indoors. That much is obvious.

"Man, my math is shit. I calculated that the fuel plus the wood would only lit an small, harmless fire... But I guess I didn't consider the temperature of the room and the way oxygen gets bottled inside the blimp"

Fran explained mostly to himself, calmly like an scientist explaining his latest mad scheme- well, that's kind of what he's doing right now, to Kafka's chagrin.

"Fran...!"

Let out Kafka, trying to sound as upset as his anatomy allows him to... Fran was more submerged in his own thoughts, but the beetle knows exactly what to do in order to punish him.

Without a second though, Kafka used his cat-like fangs to bite Fran's head roughly; instantly making him jolt in pain. That got to be the most funny, goofy, childish and cute form of punishment in the story of planet earth and the Outcasts; but it's the only way of inflicting damage that Kafka knows.

"Eeeeek! Kafka...!"

The blonde failed his arms all around goofily, looking like a dumb as he couldn't swat Kafka away; the beetle having his fangs carved deep into his scalp. It was honestly adorable, but still hurt a whole lot!

"*Chomp* Dhat's why yuu shoud *chomp* disten do me!*

Stated Kafka angrily, chomping and bitting as roughly as he could; now what are they supposed to tell Seven Alice? That the room burned spontaneously?!

"Okay okay, sorry! I'll be good, please don't bite me anymore!"

Begged the blonde, Kafka releasing him hesitantly but still upset. He knew how much it hurt Fran to be biten, not because of the pain, but mostly due the hurt he got from just knowing that Kafka was angry at him. Rubbing his sore scalp, he watched how the beetle jumped from his head and into the floor, pouting all the way.

"That's so like you, never listening to me because you're supposed to be a know-it-all scientist..."

Let out Kafka, seriously disappointed on Fran. The red eyed boy didn't really know what to say, scratching his head absent mindedly and feeling guilty for making his beetle friend so upset... He seriously didn't mean to brag or be a know-it-all; besides he isn't an scientist anymore. Not after the failed experiment from which Kafka came to be.

Well, allegedly a failed experiment. Depends on what is your definition of "Failure"

But still, Kafka may be his experiment but is also his best friend and as such, he knows exactly what to do in order to cheer him up.

"Hey Kafka, look"

The beetle spared him a curious glare as Fran opened the laptop, showing him a new audition tape.

Name: Saber Blossom Label/Stereotype: The Aspie

Audition Tape:

The camera opens to a Japanese boy with dark hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a traditional Japanese school boy uniform. The only difference that made him not normal was the fact he had fox ears and a fox tail. He looks rather nervous, twiddling his thumbs. There is a soothing voice from behind the camera.

"Come on, sweetie. Don't be shy. Tell them who you are."

The boy calmed down a little, giving a smile to the camera.

"Um...My name is...Saber Blossom. I would... like to sign up." He rocked his legs back and forth.

"I have a lot of good plans to make the family happy. Well,... I'm not sure if... they will like it. Like, what if they start laughing at them or... they try to change them. Mother? I think the battery's dying."

The mother realized it and sets it down to find them. When she was gone, The boy Saber picks it up, sighing with relief.

"I think I'm good. I'm so nervous. Hope this works."

He turned it off due to embarrassment.

Audition Tape end.

And now we can guess how much it cheered up Kafka, since both him and Fran just stared at the frozen image of the video, his eyes sparkling after watching such a sweet individual- dark and shiny hair, along fox ears and tail whose fur looked as Fluffy as cotton candy.

"Oh my Outcast... You can't possibly deny that this is the cutest thing you have ever seen!"

Voiced Fran, unable to take his eyes from the cute image. He loved Japanese people and anything related to it, and Kafka does as well so he probably hit a soft spot in the beetle. Quite literally, Kafka is so soft and squishy... Besides, no one can stay mad after witnessing something so cute. A moment passed until Fran could hear his friend talk in a soft, hushed tone.

"You... You really are the worst, Fran...! how can I be mad at you when you show me something so incredibly cute...?"

Let out the beetle, seemingly having a sweetness overload as Fran smiled proudly. He knows how much both himself and Kafka are all over Japanese stuff; it's truly a marvel to see with their own eyes a kitsune; a half-human half-fox deity; they do appear often in anime but seeing one... Oh my God, is one wonderful experience.

"Right in the spot! When have I ever lied to you? I'm like a fucking wizard, if you want a kitsune, then I'll get you a kitsune! If you want an incubus, then I'll get you an incubus!"

Now Fran was kinda bragging, Kafka letting out a soft giggle in return. It was kinda true that a way or another Fran always got whatever he or Kafka wanted... And if they wanted a Japanese deity, then he'll use his fucking wizard abilities to get one from who knows where.

"I-I would love to chat with the little kitsune. Though I hope my Japanese is not so rusted..."

Kafka was a bit embarrassed to admit that even though he speaks Japanese, it's been a long time ever since he last practiced. Fran patted his head softly.

"No worries, no one is better than you at that. That's what we get after watching so much anime"

The blonde smiled gently, then they both heard some abhorrent noise in the distance...

"...What with that smell? Is someone baking cookies?"

Oh shit. That's Seven Alice, and guess she noticed that something is definitely wrong... Nothing to do with the meeting room on fire and her violated laptop.

"Run bitch, run!"

Exclaimed Fran, closing the laptop and taking Kafka in order to run away somewhere else; hopefully a place where Seven wouldn't look for them.

Eventually, they reached another area of the blimp; a bigger one that was supposed to act as the mess hall; though this one was not an actual mess. It had the same cute, oshare style as the rest of the blimp; walls covered in pastel orange tartan pattern while a huge, fine and brilliant chandelier hung from the ceiling and gave the whole place an elegant shine; the tables and seats also had their own style, being wooden and painted white to the point of looking like picnic tables on a park; along a small pod in the middle of every table which contained a variety of samples of many colorful flowers; such as lillies, Azaleas, Edelweiss and Erica flowers.

The whole place was comforting and perfect for the happy Outcast children to eat at their hearts' content and socialize among each other, like a family going to a picnic every other day.

"Nice mess hall! Cute and elegant, at least until the chandelier falls and kills someone"

Stated Fran jokingly, coming to have a seat and placing the open laptop in the table; this particular one appealed Fran since the flower pod on it was full of Red Spider Lillies; Crimson red like his eyes. And so, he set Kafka on top of his head so the beetle could watch better.

"Don't say such a thing..."

Retorted the beetle shyly, though his attention drifted when the blonde clicked in the next audition tape.

Full Name: Kennedy Rose Lee Label/Stereotype: The Sadistic Prankster

Kennedy's face came into view.

"Hi!" She greeted cheerfully,

"I'm Kennedy! I really really really want to be on this show! I promise you've never seen anyone like me before!" she exclaimed.

"You can call me a prankster, yeah, I've done some pretty awesome things,"

She bragged.

"Trust me, pranks of my level of awesomeness is hard work. Pick me, and you'll be seeing stars,"

She grinned evilly as she picked up a baseball bat, "Maybe even literally."

"KENNEDY! WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO TO MY CAR?!"

Kennedy glances at the baseball bat and smirks before she uses it to break the camera. The screen then fades to static.

(RIP another innocent camera)

Audition Tape end.

Both host and co-host stared at the shattered static, they could almost see the shards of what used to be the camera. People complain about cruelty against animals, but we also must note that there's a lot of cruelty against cameras nowadays. The first one to talk was Kafka.

"She kinda reminds me of you, Fran"

He voiced, looking over the video and this new girl, seriously she was pretty with her petite, doll like physique and Korean features that matched with her bright blue hair tied into two buns... Also there are her deep, chocolate brown eyes; and the baseball bat as well which presumably acted as the homicidal weapon against the camera.

In return to Kafka's comment, Fran gasped with an unbelieving expression.

"What? You say it just because I carry a metal bat hidden in my jacket?"

The blonde let out, and effectively pulled from his jacket a metal bat- wait, how the fuck does he carry that heavy thing and we hadn't noticed before? Guess Kafka was asking himself that as well.

"...I was going to say that her smile was like yours, but now that you mention it; carrying a bat around is dangerous"

Fran scoffed, shaking his head in disagreement. Sometimes the beetle worried too much.

"It's for self defense only, I'm sure this girl Kennedy does as well. After all, she's cute but surely knows how to take care of herself"

Kafka nodded at that, Fran trying to sympathize with this contestant; understand her, be in synchrony or whatever. Then, a though crossed the bug's mind.

"...But you don't use that bat to defend yourself, do you?"

Fran sweat dropped, dangling the metal bat over his shoulder and not knowing what to actually say. Don't you think that if Fran were to defend himself, then he wouldn't have so many wounds and bandages?

"O-Of course I do! The other day I used this same bat to kill the rooster that wakes me up every morning! I was defending my beauty sleep!"

The blonde whined childishly, red eyes glistening. Yeah, he sure hates physical violence and never resorts to it if possible; psychological torture is a better option. Also feigning helplessness is part of Fran's strategy to gain people's trust. You can't trust someone who may break your skull with a metal bat, can you? Despite that, he seems to have no qualms in killing a poor rooster who's only doing his work. Just like the poor cameras whose deaths we just witnessed.

"So, that's what happened to my rooster friend!"

...And then Fran swallowed guiltily. Now he seriously regretted his life decisions; just by looking at the heartbroken look in his friend's face... Kafka really liked that rooster even when it was an one sided friendship; that stupid rooster hated everything and everyone.

"Errr... No, your rooster friend... He's okay! I took him to KFC the other day so he could meet many other chickens!"

Of course that didn't sound very well, only one thing happens when you take a rooster to a KFC restaurant. However, knowing that made Kafka feel relieved...

"I see... But what's exactly "KFC"...?"

Before Kafka could ask any further, Fran cut him off.

"Hey, this audition looks great! Let's watch it!"

The blonde immediately clicked in the next one- he seriously hoped for Kafka to never find out the real meaning of KFC "Kentucky Fried Chicken"...

Fran clicked in the next audition, throwing the metal bat away as if it weighed nothing at all. However-

"What the heck happened to-!"

In that same moment Seven Alice was entering the mess hall, about to ask for an explanation about what the heck happened to the meeting room- at least until the metal bat hit her straight in the head and knocked her out... Leaving her unconscious in the floor, neither Fran nor Kafka actually noticed as they were way too mesmerized with the Next audition.

Full Name: Borislava "Brava" Ivanov Label/Stereotype: The Ninja Assassin

Audition Tape:

The camera turns on to a snowy scenery before turning to watch Brava practicing her ninja skills, shuriken in each hand as she throws them swiftly at a wooden dummy. A chuckle is heard from behind the camera before a male voice speaks.

"Ah, there's my little sister trying to act like a ninja again. I swear…Brava, look over here—"

A stray shuriken comes flying toward the camera, luckily only hitting the lens which causes it to crack. Brava looks over afterward, only to stare blankly at the damage that she caused.

"Big brother, you know better than to startle me like that. I could have taken out your other eye."

"Ha ha…Anyway, I am filming your audition tape for that new season of Total Drama. Anything you wish to say?"

Nikolai asked while keeping the camera focused on her. It did not take long for Brava to step up to the camera until only her face was shown, her expression dark as she held up another weapon, a kunai.

"I am ready to take on anyone and anything that gets in my way. That prize is as good as mine…"

The camera turns off soon afterward.

Audition Tape end.

"Whoa! A ninja!"

Exclaimed Fran in glee, already excited after witnessing the attack of the swift shuriken and the ninja behind it.

Said ninja, also known Brava (surely has a great bravado!) had very pale skin that contrasted with her black hair, her body being lean but athletic and fitting with her icy blue eyes whose sharp stare may Pierce like a Kunai. Another detail is her hands wrapped in bandages, probably hiding some damage made during her ninja training. Fran kinda wished he could brag about his own bandages, yet his own wounds were made in incidents he'd rather not talk about.

"We already have a kitsune, and now a ninja...? This is... The best day ever!"

Squealed Kafka happily, his little legs moving and dancing at the sole though of more and more Japanese oriented people; that's his area! No one can beat them when it comes to that! But as the beetle averted his gaze down to see Fran...

Said blonde still had his bug friend on top of his head, but for some uncanny reason that eludes any logical explanation; he's now dressed as a ninja! Clad in a black balaclava and only his red eyes peeking out as well as some of his shaggy hair, hands joined as if he were ready to cast a jutsu. How the hell? When did he change clothes? Kafka was as dumbfounded as us.

"When...? How?"

Asked Kafka, not finding the right words; Fran raising his eyes towards him curiously.

"What's wrong?"

The beetle jumped from the blonde's head and unto the table, looking dumbfounded.

"Where did that ninja outfit came from...?"

Fran tilted his head to the side, as if his friend were asking the dumbest question ever.

"What do you mean? I always dress like a ninja every Tuesday! Brava probably does as well"

He stated plainly, though that answer left behind even more questions for the poor beetle who felt his brain about to melt; besides this Brava girl doesn't look as if she were to dress like a ninja every Tuesday...

"...Today is not Tuesday, and even if it were, you have never dressed like a ninja before..."

Fran scratched his head, smiling dumbly as he peeled the balaclava from his face.

"THAT'S where you go wrong, Kafka! I always do, but my ninja outfit is under my clothes, so you have to be very observant to notice it!"

He claimed, and now that you mention it Kafka has seen his friend struggling to get dressed every Tuesday in the morning... Now he truly should be damned for not having noticed before.

"I... Sorry Fran, I never noticed... Guess that makes me a true disgrace in the eyes of a great ninja like Brava..."

Said Kafka sadly, looking over the image of the ninja girl- Brava, all bold and courageous like a true warrior should be. The beetle felt too weak and small for a really real ninja to even spare him a glance. However, Fran just shrugged off the though.

"Don't worry, you would make a great ninja! You just need an human body to-"

But before the blonde could explain himself any further, the beetle quickly cut him off.

"Nope"

"But-!"

Kafka smiled shyly, but still shook his head and had no intentions in bringing up that subject.

"Nope. Can we please just watch the next audition tape...?"

Feeling deflated beyond belief and sighing, Fran complied and clicked in the next one.

Full Name: Wingate Silberhutte Label/Stereotype: The visionary genius

Audition Tape:

The tape starts with the very Wingate working on his lab on a kind of device that look like a sniper rifle of sorts, an odd thing if you consider that he's pacifist and arming a gun isn't exactly aligned with his beliefs...

"Hello! It's Wingate!" (read it with Goku's voice)

"As you can see I'm currently working on my latest invention... The Muta-Sniper! A device that will propel Mutagen charged darts! Fear not! It's harmless, the Guinea pigs... I mean, the test subject..! I mean... The patients! That's it, the patients won't feel any pain beyond a little discomfort that will quickly vanish! I'm a genius I told you! You see... For some reason that eludes me, most people aren't happy when I come and offer to raise them one step above on the evolutionary stairs, some have unneeded ethical issues, others don't trust me and so on... I can't see why, I'm just trying to help!" Yells the mad scientific raising and flailing his arms like a psycho just to regain his composure almost immediately as if he wasn't mad at all.

"Anyways, before creating this fine piece of machinery I used to instead take a more close approach using the injectors built-in on the tips of my gauntlet's claws which is connected to my portable lab and nuclear reactor, this little old thing." Said the self proclaimed genius as he points out and shows off the round device attached to his chest like if he were Ironman, the device however shines with a green colored light rather than a clean white one as in a generator arc.

"So I just have to jab or scratch at people so the mutagen can get through their skin and start to change their DNA... Of course that as you all will soon learn, every mutation that I may pull off on someone is completely innocuous and rather beneficial for them! I'm not like those scums who create viruses and other biological weapons, all mutagens made by me exists for the sole purpose of improve humankind and allow us to evolve!" At that moment the death note theme song starts to play and lights turn off with the exception of a single light bulb located exactly above Wingate's head that illuminates him like if he were giving a moving speech on a stage or some kind of messiah speaking wisdom to his followers... Or perhaps these are the delusions of a perturbed mind!

"Such a noble goal... Have you ever heard of a nobler goal than that!? I'm such a nice guy..! Who else could undertake a so difficult quest while harassed by fools who disregard science!? Who else could believe in an utopia in which animal eared girls live peacefully and love each others in the most erotic of ways!? Just me... I'm the chosen one..." Finished to say Wingate as he puts his hand solemnly on his chest, the music then stops and the lights return to normal.

"That's right dear Hosts and international audience, my mutagens designed to give people lovely kemonomimi... Also known as animal ears in English if you aren't fluent on Japanese, but that's not all! My mutations aren't just that, I'll also give everyone a matching tail to complement their ears and..! Well, you see, as a man of science I've run innumerable simulations of possible futures and I've tweaked a thing or two in order to find the most optimal evolutionary path for the human race and apart from granting everyone enhanced senses, speed, strength and others upgrades that comes along with the tails and ears I've reached the conclusion that in order to truly optimize our species I've to erase the barrier of binary genders! That right! In the beautiful future that I envision all human will be girls!" States the mad scientific proudly, his eyes filled with conviction, determination and a healthy dose of insanity and unbridled lust.

"Huh..? What were we speaking about..? O yeah! My new invention! Behold the Muta-Sniper! With this I'll deliver my mutagens at a safe distance... I already told you that people are not always that receptive to my mutations but truth be told, my neighbors and every people of the town hates me and are rather violent when I perform my experiment on them... Yeah, I know what you're thinking, how such a visionary man with a so noble mission can be the victim of bullying and ostracized by his own kind!? It's sad but that's how the world works, people fear change, even if it is a change for good! But these guys are nuts! They disregard science and call me warlock! I'm an scientist! Anyways, complaining isn't going to solve anything at this point, we should instead move on and test my new invention!" Said an excited Wingate and then the image changes to a rural town of sorts, farmers and the likes walks around happily, there's also a noticeable lack of modernization, there are a few tractors then and there but these are somewhat outdated. Wingate is here but he's hiding his face under a hood and using a medical mask to cover his mouth, as you can deduct by his previous ramblings he isn't too popular.

"Alright, now we're here, see all this poor people who lives ignorant of the wonders of science... Just looking at them makes me sad and further reaffirms my conviction to save the humankind! But let's focus on the experiment that we're currently on, I'm not the kind of guy who trails off for every reason..." Yes, he actually does that.

"Hey look over there! That one will be today's patient!" Said an excited Wingate as he jabs a finger toward a female farmer, she should be on her thirties or so and she's... Well, a rough woman with no soft features, she has a wide body, rugged face, an obviously blind white eye and is missing a few teeth... Not gonna lie, we're going to be honest on this one, she's ugly as a sin.

"Poor lady, life has been rough and evolution hasn't helped her since it takes you know... A few millenia to or so to actually adapt and improve organism but that's why I'm here, I'm the chosen one and with the power of science I'll improve that lady's life!" Proclaimed Wingate as he draws the sniper rifle from under the cloak that's concealing his body and points it towards the woman, it then displays various holograms with a lot of calculating numbers and a few scopes of various sizes, all of these are green in color but the scopes suddenly converge on a single point and turns red as if signaling that it has it's target locked on, of course that pulling off such a weapon draws the attention of nearby people who looks in fear and disbelief, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they're frightened by such a display of advanced technology.

"Come on baby! Make daddy proud of you." Said Wingate as he pulls the trigger completely oblivious of the people who is starting to draw pitchforks and lighting torches from God knows where. Regardless of that, the rifle shoots a single dart propelled by a compressed gas sort, it travels through the air at blinding speed and thanks to all the algorithms and calculations that the advanced sniper rifle made even a klutz like Wingate was able to successfully hit his target, needless to say that upon impact the dart injects a DNA altering formula that starts to wreck havoc on the woman body, at that time there's no noticeable change apart from the woman falling to their knees like if she were in pain or something.

"It's the warlock! He came to curse us again with his satanic potions!" Yells one of the farmers furiously, the others seem to agree with him as they have already arranged an angry crowd armed with pitchforks, pokers, sickles, picks and other equally dangerous farm tools.

"Wait! Don't misunderstand the situation again! I'm no warlock but an scientist and all of my work for the sake of saving humanity!" Yelled back Wingate in a futile attempt to justify his actions.

"Help me! The warlock has defiled me with one of his unholy brews..!" Screams the woman who has been hit by the dart to add more fuel to the fire.
Then all of sudden she starts to have convulsions and... Change! Wingate's mutagen formula is actually working! What? Do you believed that he was just a delusional pervert or something? Guess what, he's the real deal and all the bad things that people said about him are possibly true! Anyways, the first change on the woman physiology is the pair of fuzzy cat like ears that sprouts from each side of her head, her body build also changes noticeably, in matter of seconds she passes from being an amorphous mass of fat and seasoned muscle to a lean yet fit, curvaceous and undeniably attractive body by most standards but the transformation doesn't end there, from the base of his spine grows a new and inhuman appendage that almost instantly grows fur! It is a cat tail that matches perfectly with the ears that she also grew a few seconds ago... And don't forget about her face, she now sports a small nose, full Ruby lips, amazing cheekbones, exquisitely long eyelashes and flawless smooth skin, she literally exudes sex appeal! just what Wingate sees on his deplorable fantasies however the transformation also has some benefits besides the cosmetic ones, her blind eye is healed and she regrowth her missing teeth, looks like Wingate's work may have some redeeming qualities after all.

"You are a wrenched creature who descents through the slide of evolution in the wrong way!" Accused one of the farmers referring to Wingate.

"Stop calling me by that title! I'm trying to make a good impression to the guys from total drama! At this rate... They'll use that ridiculous and baseless name as my label! And just see her! I've helped her to advance to the next step of human evolution, not only that, I also fixed that weird eye of hers and who knows what other illness she was suffering until now! And let's be honest, now she's way hotter than ever! Isn't that a plus? I mean..." Keep trying to justify himself to no avail, the crowd is more than angry and neither of the farmers are receptive to Wingate's explanations.

"Listen you damn warlock! That lady was beautiful no matter how she may have looked, her former appearance is a testament of hard work and every hardship that she has faced with dignity! She was perfect the way she was but now... Now you've turned her into a sexual object! She may as well be a whore with that body in which you have imprisoned her! We shouldn't crave for what we lack but be grateful of what we have! No matter what witchcraft you'll perform we'll never sell our souls to your infernal masters!" Said one of the most angry farmers who has take command of the crowd.

"Are you serious!? How can you be so conformist!? Science can help everyone and improve everything! If you can improve something you should strive to do it! If we never try nothing will change and we won't be able to escape from the evolutionary dead end in which we're currently trapped! She's now a perfect specimen and you still keep complaining..!?" Retorted Wingate who all of sudden isn't using the cloak or the medical mask he was wearing just a few instants ago to hide his identity, lazy animators, anyways things don't look good for him as the crowd has surrounded him while he rambles.

"Your science is nothing but the devil's tool to steal our souls, we'll now punish you again Silberhutte, I pray that this time you won't rise again from the grave." Sentences the leader of the crowd before they start to stab, slash, hit, maim and attack Wingate in all possible ways, we however can only see the angry crowd's back beating the crap out of Wingate...

The image then changes to the graveyard of the town, night has already fallen and there's an open grave dimly illuminated by the moonlight, then a clawed hand comes from the aforementioned grave and a dirty figure rises from it like a shadowy and degenerated zombie rising to hunt brains but it actually is nothing more than a dirty and beaten Wingate, looks like the farmers threw him there after finishing with him, what's even more shocking is that he somehow survived.

"Uff... I'm fine, seriously guys don't disqualify me yet, you see this little device on my chest injects my trademark regenerative serum so no matter how badly those guys or anyone beats me I'll always rise up again after resting for awhile... But even so being nearly killed still hurts a lot!" Complains Wingate as he finishes to get out of the hole in which he was thrown and tries to clean himself a little with little to no result, he's covered by mud, dirt, manure and only God knows what else...

"Damn it they even destroyed the rifle... Things like this would undoubtedly crush anyone's moral but I'm a genius I told you! A visionary, a martyr that is ready to suffer for the sake of one day seeing his dreams realized! There's no doubt, I'll eventually have success and everyone will embrace mutations as the next evolutionary step that humanity must take! And they all will repay me... All of these humiliations and suffering will not be in vain! I'll have all the hot animal girls that I deserve!" Declared Wingate with conviction, insanity, pervertness or a mix of all of these.

"Anyways, I hope this audition tape and my noble goals reach your hearts and... Wait, I haven't show you the wonders of my mutagens under a good light! I mean... You see their effects but then those farmers made a ruckus and blah blah blah... I know what you're thinking, but Silberhutte how are you going to show us the wonders of mutations if you lost your rifle and there is no test subject... Guinea pig..! Patient! That's it." Says Wingate assuming that he knows what whoever is seeing this tape wants to know... Or perhaps is just looking for an excuse to boast his mutations again, in any case looks like he's going to mutate someone again...

"Fear not! I've already tested countless formulas on myself! This isn't a big deal for me, I'm after all, bound to sacrifice myself to redeem humanity, if I must use myself as example so be it! I still have my claw and my generator has already brewed some fresh and already tested formulas! I'll now proceed to pinch myself with my claw and... Well I think that seeing it is easier than listen to my scientific explanation..." And so Wingate does as he said, he pinched himself on the left arm using the clawed gauntlet he carries around.

"For the science!" yelled an excited Wingate as the liquid is injected on him and he immediately starts to change! He first gets some violent convulsions that shake off most of the dirt that was covering him, then he grows a pair of fox ears atop his head, these are blue colored just like his natural (dyed, mutated?) hair but they also has a bit of white, something makes a bulge just above his butt under his lab coat, he's grinning and notices that coat is obscuring the full process so he takes it off to reveal that from the base of his spine a very long and fluffy fox tail has grown! It's blue like his questinably natural hair but the tip is white for some inadequate sense of fashion...

But wait! The transformation doesn't end here! Wingate is a truly mad scientific as the formula that he just injected on him keeps wrecking havoc and further alters his body! It's like if the Doctor and the monster Frankenstein were one and the same! However, Wingate isn't into creating life unlike the good old doctor, he's into creating animal hybrid girls, at this point he has succeeded in making him a human and animal hybrid but he's still a guy... Wait what..!?

Once again Wingate's proves that his science is way beyond the scope of what most conservative people would consider acceptable as his (hers!?) hips get wider, his shoulders shrink and loses a good chunk of it's broadness, not that these were too broad anyways, his waist gets thin, his face loses even the slightest hint of masculinity but in exchange it becomes feminine and beautiful enough to make most girls jealous! Is Wingate nuts!? And we shouldn't really get into details but like the mad scientific we've already crossed the line and there's no way back!
His... Her..? Let keep using him for commodity, his chest puff and strains his shirt dangerously, only Einstein could make an equation to explain how the buttons of that shirt can actually endure and restrain the prodigious bosom that fem Wingate now has! The situation is getting out of hands but let's resume it saying that Wingate's anatomy changes to that of one of the girls with which he fantasizes so much!

"It's... Done! As you can see the feminizing effect works regardless of gender or the lack of it, this one is a fox girl model which I'm very proud of!" explains the now female scientific as he twirls in place to give us a view of his new body, his voice has also changed and now is completely girly and fairly high pitched.

"If everyone were to become like this there won't be more wars or hunger or natural disasters or incurable illnesses! The world will become an utopia of love!" Proclaims Wingate but is unlikely that doing so will actually solve all those problems but let's not question him or he'll surely start another speech.

"However... I'm not ready to become like this, not yet, I've many things to do before I can join to the heavenly animal girls..! That's the burden that I must charge over my shoulder! So... I'll return myself to my male persona after returning to the lab, not that this body bothers me..." Explains a delusional Wingate in another apparent episode of his messiah complex but then...

"Hey you're Silberhutte, the warlock!" Yells a male voice as it draws closer, it quickly reveals himself as some sort of merchant wearing a trench coat, he literally has a rat face, ears and tail to match!

"I'm not a warlock! Those things aren't real!" Retorted an annoyed Wingate.

"Do you remember the addict you transformed while he was smoking some weed in the back alley!?" Ask the rat guy rhetorically as he's obviously referring to himself, probably the result one of Wingate's failed formulas, people who hates him doesn't do so without a reason.

"It could be anybody." Answer the scientific trying to accurately remember.

"It's me! Ratzo Nezumi! You turned me into a freak! Now I can only feel comfortable with myself after smoking a good cigarette! I was planning to make a graffiti on your laboratory as revenge but now that I have you at my mercy and looking like that I guess I'll take my revenge on a different way..." Said the so called Ratzo with a grim look on his rat face, Wingate is clearly scared and shaking.

"Wait! Don't do that! I meant to cure you of your addiction using rat's DNA! I honestly did it with the noblest intentions!" Tries Wingate to defend and justify his actions to no avail as the ratman doesn't look receptive to the scientific pleas.

"Too late!" yelled the rat before lunging at the busty scientific but the angle of the camera (and whoever or whatever that has been recording this!) moves abruptly to focus the full moon on the starry, night sky so we are unable to see what happened to Wingate and his assailant.

"GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" That was all that we can hear but for some reason is impossible to know if it was Wingate or the ratman the one who let out that scream.

The image then flickers and the tape fades into static.

"I'm fine!" is the last least we can hear, judging by the voice it was the male Wingate.

Audition Tape end.

I think is pointless to describe how utterly dumbfounded Fran and Kafka ended after the tape finished, maybe the video is some sort of wrenched display of how science will end fucking this world. However, Kafka gave a small smile.

"I liked it all, very nice graphics! Like watching a movie"

Fran fixed a glare towards his buggy friend, noticing how Kafka though of everything to be a movie or some shit from YouTube instead of an actual tape from an actual contestant. Think twice, the scientific mutations were pretty much the real deal. Gruesome and real!

"Yeah, a movie... A movie about a brilliant scientist who loves animals..."

Let out Fran with a somewhat sly smirk; that actually sounded better than it looked like. Though, that didn't deflate Kafka in the slightest.

"Yes! He and you can become very good friends, talk about science..."

The beetle stopped his rambling when Fran shook his head and hands in front of himself, looking a bit awkward and definitely uncomfortable.

"Nope, Nope, non! I'm no scientist anymore, not my place to tell!"

He argued, Kafka feeling disappointed on him and letting his gaze drop.

"Come on... You know you're the person I admire the most, ever since we meet... Where did that scientist in yourself go? You used to say all the time that your research is what you live for"

The beetle tried to pinpoint, Fran crossing his arms and trying to look away. Back when he was an scientist and researcher, he jokingly said that he wanted to know everything and that's what his research is about; his only reason to live and his biggest goal. And of course Kafka believed him. Scamming people was just a plus to continue his research, but... That's over now. He quitted it all to take care of his little, innocent Kafka; though said beetle doesn't know this, he'd blame himself and feel guilty with no boundaries. After a moment, the blonde pulled his shit together to sigh and answer.

"...My science was no good, it was for selfish purposes and didn't help anyone. Look at Wingate! At least he wants to help..."

Fran pointed at the image of Wingate in the laptop screen; looking over his (Male) features like his shaggy blue hair, slightly fixed to one side as well as emerald green eyes and of course, the iron man- errrrr, green generator on his chest. And the maniac smile on his face that comes with the mad scientist pack. And about what he usually claims, it's honestly doubtful if his plans for humanity are to actually help... Or maybe they are as self-destructive as himself. All things considered.

The next one to speak was Kafka.

"I can't see why people is so cruel to him. I mean, he's right... People should strive to become a better version of themselves. And if he's giving the opportunity to improve... Shouldn't people take it? Isn't that the logical thing to do?"

Expressed the beetle; do not underestimate Kafka. He's smart for his age, though his innocence and naivety usually keep that from being shown. Like right now, when he's only taking on account Wingate's goals stated in his speech- one of his many speeches. Fran scratched a bit his bandaged hand, looking genuinely conflicted by the matter.

"That's true. People shouldn't be conformists all the time, but it's also bad to force change into someone who doesn't want it... But maybe they want it and haven't realized it yet since they're too enclosed in their own ideals... And these anemic and overly fat farmers ARE enclosed in their own ideals..."

While he talked, he scratched and scratched and scratched his hand, ushering it to bleed again. He probably hadn't noticed he was doing that; guess every scientist is self-destructive at some extent. Inching closer, Kafka gave him a worried stare.

Finally realizing his own behavior, Fran only let out another sigh and embraced Kafka; lifting the beetle in his arms as if holding a baby or a kid.

"...Listen, Kafka. Science is smart but stupid, confusing and rational, cruel but it makes this world a better place at some extent. I quitted because it wasn't for me... I wanted to become a better person"

Kafka frowned upon hearing this, though childishly and cutely.

"You weren't a bad person"

Fran shook his head upon hearing this.

"But now I am better than before. I'm better because I have you, and we'll soon have our Happy Outcast family to share our happiness with!"

The blonde smiled tenderly, hugging the beetle to himself. Kafka couldn't help but smile as well, Fran always got him with that.

But then, their little moment got cut by another abhorrent sound, this one sounding pained. Really, It's about time both Fran and Kafka got around to notice how the poor Seven Alice was still knocked and lying beside the forgotten metal bat in the floor, groaning every now and then.

"If I'm an eggplant..."

Who the fuck knows what she's mumbling about while unconscious, Fran and Kafka shivering at the unearthly voice; they eventually moved in closer to inspect the hurt girl- and the metal bat.

"Oh my God! We killed Seven!"

Exclaimed Kafka, distressed and at the verge of tears; most likely about to have a panic attack.

"We are bastards!"

And now that was Fran, putting on a frantic expression and playing along... Even though he already knew the girl was very much alive. Bad weed never dies, after all.

"Fran, we must do something! We must help her!"

Let out the beetle, getting anxious by each passing second and ushering Fran to do something - anything - to help the small girl; the blonde putting a hand to his chin and trying to come up with any good idea. Suddenly, a though struck him.

"I know! My guts are telling me this video over here will be charming enough to force her awake!"

He said, looking over the many videos and choosing one randomly, Kafka feeling uncertain about that.

"Really...?"

"Don't ask Kafka, just believe! My guts would never lie, they have every answer like Wikipedia!"

Now he was actually bragging about being a know it all, if you hadn't noticed... But still, the video played and hopefully would be able to wake her up. Or at least finish the work and put an end to her life for once and for all; whichever happens first.

Full Name: Brianna Hanami Label/Stereotype: The Misunderstood Idol

Audition Tape:

Brianna was playing her electric guitar while singing According to You. She had her eyes closed so she didn't know the camera was already recording. Halfway through the song, the blonde noticed and gasped.

"I-I didn't know it was already on."
She mumbled before shyly waving to the camera.

"H-Hello my name is Brianna Hanami and I would like to join your show even though I'll probably just lose right away."

She stuttered, looking down yet she shook her head.

"But I swear I will work hard and give it my all. If I don't, then hey I tried."

She added, showing a somewhat confident smile. The blonde soon heard a knock on the door.
"Brianna! It's Melissa can I come in?"

A voice asked, making the blonde smile.

"My b-best friend is here but I hope you consider me! Sayonara~"

The blonde blushed, quickly turning off the camera.

Audition Tape end.

"And...? Did it work?"

Asked Kafka, watching the still form of the unconscious girl. After a moment she seemed to stir in her daze, trying to make a feeble attempt on getting up. So, it actually worked! Kafka beamed in relief, snuggling close to Seven and trying to poke her with his horns until she wakes up. At this point she seemed to be more asleep than anything.

"Thank goddess she's not death..."
Let out the beetle in quiet relief, however he quickly noticed how his blonde friend went uncharacteristically calm after the audition tape; pensive and even somewhat serious.

"Fran? Is everything okay...?"
Then, a though came to him; as if realizing something.

"If that girl's song touched your heart is okay, you can cry! I won't think any less of you"

He expressed, thinking that maybe Brianna's song was so beautiful that it moved Fran deeply. Though that sounded very unlikely, Kafka could relate since that girl's singing voice is beautiful and sweet; as much as her beauty: light blonde hair, straight and gleaming like her light blue eyes and all complimented by her curvy figure and perfectly fixed make up.

To his surprise, Fran snapped from his thoughts and shook his head.

"No, I mean... Yes, her song was nice and all, but... There's something else"
He rubbed his chin, observing the image of Brianna and going through his head over and over again.

"...I've seen her before, I'm sure"
He finally voiced, surprising Kafka a bit. Damn, this time the blonde is dead serious about this.

"Is she... Another Famous fanfiction author?"

The beetle asked, fearing that Fran may say that she's an old girlfriend or anything. Oh God... What if she actually is? What if they go back and that girl starts to live with them? What if she ends totally grossed out by Kafka and they kick him out?! He's a giant beetle, he won't last out there! In the dangerous streets full of ferocious rats and rabid dogs, some freak like Wingate will surely come and try to run many horrible tests on him! Kafka tried to look for some signal in Fran's face that would reassure him or confirm his fears; but found the blonde to be... Blank. He was recalling a memory, maybe a year or two ago...

—Flashback—

It had been autumn, almost about to start winter and as such, a not very thick layer of snow fell every night and created such a beautiful climate...

But since no one gives a damn about that, let's get on with the memory! It was dawn, sun getting down slowly but surely as Fran walked down a grassy pat, beside a small river in the large Park of a city. Which city? How the fuck should I know?

Thing is, he wasn't alone. The blonde carried in his back the sleeping form of a kid; yet he hurried his pace as snow began falling and dusting all around. Not that Fran minded a bit cold (the cold never bothered him anyway) or the darkening skies, but he had to get home before the little guy caught a cold.

Yet, a voice caught his attention. A sound like the smell of honey carried by the wind along the creek. Someone was singing, not a woman but a girl as it sounded youthful, a bit timid but with a natural melody. Like someone who's meant to sing for the rest of her life, someone with no words granted but the amazing gift of a voice akin to that of an angel singing prayers.

"Uh...?"
Fran tilted his head to the side, hearing the song over and over again; it was in Japanese so he needed to go over it a few times in order to understand and translate what it was saying.

"The crown of the red bird falls, and disappears into a deep Valley..."

A very beautiful song in Japanese, might he add. He eventually found the source further ahead; a girl sitting beside the creek and singing to her heart's content- though she didn't look so happy.

The girl in question was blonde and beautiful, youthful but with a sad image to her that was even carried by the low undertones of her song. That's Brianna Hanami, the girl whose tape we just witnessed! Now Fran can put a name to the face, such a big coincidence. Though, with that wonderful voice of hers Fran found it difficult to consider her someone who would be outcasted for whatever reason.

Moving in closer, our red eyed host-to-be chose it was incredibly impolite to just stare; this girl probably didn't want company but he just wanted to praise her singing voice.

"Hi"
He greeted lowly, making the girl practically jump out of her skin and look extremely embarrassed.

"U-Uh...! H-H-Hi..."
Utterly embarrassed, it made Fran feel guilty for startling her like that as she avoided his gaze; as if begging for Earth to suck her right then and there. Though, the red eyed boy offered an small, kind smile.

"Sorry, sorry; didn't mean to startle you! I was just passing by and heard your song. You're very good, by the way"

The girl blushed, and despite embarrassed smiled a bit fondly of the praise. Everyone needs to be praised every now and then, after all.

"T-Thank you..."
Still she seemed very closed off. It wasn't Fran's place to pry any further, so he chose to keep going. However; he still had a question.

"What's the song's name?"
He asked in a soft voice; the blonde known as Brianna looked down and didn't respond for while; looking for her words. As shy as she was, Fran though back then that maybe he had been too straight to the matter and annoyed her, but she eventually answered.

"It's... Le Papillon Immortel"
She said, not raising her gaze and Fran nodded in understanding. He didn't want to pester her anymore, so he started waking away but not before offering her a smile.

"I see"
He muttered, but to his surprise the girl's voice meet his ears again not soon after.

"B-But if you want t-to keep hearing, I-I don't mind"

She tried being polite, voice bashful as if ashamed of raising it. And so, she was inviting Fran to... Stay. She didn't consider his words annoying, neither saw him as a pest. She was just too shy to follow the lead of a chat with a red-eyed stranger.

So, Fran turned his head back and smiled again.

"I would love to"
He answered honestly.

Not soon after she began singing again, sweetly with words that seemed almost painful to articulate but that's kind of how the song goes. Fran took a seat a bit apart from her, giving the girl much needed space for what she was thankful for.

"Deep and deeply damaged wings... For they would break if they were to dance"

The song was easy to translate in parts, others not so much but at some point Fran stopped to care as Brianna's voice was soothing and made him smile lazily, daydreaming about butterflies and red birds while his hand caressed the hair of the sleeping kid, who rested his head in Fran's lap quietly. The dark jacket Fran usually wore was sprawled over his small figure, acting as a blanket to keep him warm and apart from any possible cold.

Brianna found the scene endearing, and even when she was cold and a bit far from home, she felt at ease.

—Flashback end—

"Ah, everything is so clear now!"
Fran Exclaimed, Kafka feeling dumbfounded at his grinning friend.

"Let's wake up Seven, I have the perfect name for this blimp!"

It didn't take long to wake the girl up so the three of them could talk things out, Seven feeling as dumbfounded like Kafka but nevertheless agreeing to set up the new name Fran just though out of nowhere. It wasn't a bad name, so Seven Alice got into work to finally have the blimp officially named.

After a long day, they watched the blimp from afar (Seven holding a frozen meat to her swollen bruise) and marveled upon the letters that now read:

Total Drama Happy Outcast Life!

~Le Papillon Immortel~

"Now, that's a nice name"

Said Seven, Fran with Kafka over his head and smiling proudly.

"Didn't I say that I am a fucking wizard? I'm sure our Outcast children will love this name!"
He let out, Kafka still feeling curious about the whole matter.

"It's a lovely name, but... Where did it came from? I mean... You said you knew the girl in the tape and then you came up with it..."

To Kafka's curiosity, Fran chuckled sweetly and took the beetle off his head; hugging him as if hugging a teddy bear.

"I just remembered how Aristotle said that the worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal"

The blonde stated, thus leaving Kafka and Seven even more dumbfounded if that's possible. After a moment he continued in order to clarify himself.

"What I'm trying to say is... That we cannot simply force outcasted persons into society. They're not used to it, it's difficult for them to open their hearts after closing them for so long"

Fran looked reflexive while saying this, the other two listening intently. Guess every now and then Fran gets an useful epiphany.

"It would be outright mean to try and change their personalities. What I want to do in Happy Outcast Life is nurture them, get them to know other people that can relate to their situations and even sympathize..."

He smiled softly, fondling Kafka while he and Seven listened with interest.

"You know, is like a butterfly. They are born as a small worm, but upon realizing that this world is not for them... They lock themselves in a cocoon for what seems like forever, just to come back when they're ready to face everyone. Renewed and beautiful in the inside and outside!"

He beamed, and at this point his two companions had their mouths open agape.

"That's so deeeeeeeep..."
Let out an impressed Kafka, Fran smirking as Seven watched the pair of psychos.

"You know what's deep? My hunger! Let's go get some burritos and sushi!"

That's our same old Fran. With that, the three of them marched towards where they knew burritos and sushi are best; darkening sky over their heads as Seven still rubbed her wounded head (she may or might not have a concussion because of that) and Kafka reminding Fran that he must get his injured hand checked before anything else. They didn't notice how for some reason and despite the fact that it was almost night, many butterflies started to flutter around the blimp.

And so, Fran kept in mind that he'll have to thank Brianna for giving him inspiration when he needed it the most.

A/N: True Story, Fran and Kafka stalked my mind until I got around to publish this XD sorry for taking so long to update! also, did you see the cover image?! These are Fran and Kafka ;)

As a side note, Le Papillon Immortel means "The Immortal Butterfly", the song of the same name is font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN"不死蝶 /span/fontFushichou (Le Papillon Immortel) by Mili; you can find it in YouTube. It's in Japanese with many parts in French, but I just picture Brianna singing the japanese parts because French is pretty difficult to pronounce O_O (if you are interested, ask me by PM and I'll send you the romanji and English translation...)

So, enough from me! I may or may not have a full cast... But! If you people have a character you had no chance to send, send it anyways! I might add them as well as a special surprise!

So, unto Le cast~

Male Children~

Hans Svænsson "The Pyromaniac" by Yosdave Alejandro

Saber Blossom "The Aspie" by gamergirl101

Noah Hunter Cooper "The Apathetic Schizophrenic" by GirlPower54

Reishin Kobayashi "The Birdman" by ?!

Kuuhaku "Haku" Whitebell "The Guy with the Cat in his head" by ?!

Constantine "Connie" Tulip Wyrmwood "The Introvert Pastry Chef" by 0 Green-Eyed Goon 0

Wingate Silberhutte "The Visionary Genius" by Aleister Bloodrive VII (Allegedly Male?)

Female Children~

Brianna Hanami "The Misunderstood Idol" by Singer97

Samantha Louise Cooper "The Awkward Bipolar" by GirlPower54

Kalza Mori "The Dark Chronicler" by PurpleShadowManipulator

Kennedy Rose Lee "The Sadistic Prankster" by xxPrincxssxx

Melliga Evianna Hevani "The 'Boring' Girl" by SerpentFeather

Borislava "Brava" Ivanov "The Ninja Assassin" by The Katastic Writer

Saved spot!

...Is someone else out there?!

Aaaaaaand, after the remaining tapes we'll get to actually start ;) I had a lot of fun describing the blimp, sorry if I my writing is terrible! I'm trying to improve!

See ya my children!