This is my first fanfic I've ever written, and I'll be honest, it'll probably be crap. I just noticed a severe lack of Scax stories on this site, and I want to see if I can partially fill that hole myself. This story is partially inspired by Forever by Sir Weston, but that fanfic was abandoned years ago. You could consider this to be a spiritual successor of sorts.

(I do not own Total Drama or its characters.)

Anyway, onto one of our favourite evil geniuses:


As I am brought to the asylum I will be staying for the foreseeable future, I try to calm myself down from the outburst I had at that blasted mechanical island. Trying to take those fools hostage was an embarrassing mistake; I realise now how I was duped in such a humiliating fashion.

I quietly grumble to myself in my restraints as they continue to profusely dig into my legs and chest, they'll likely give me a contusion if they aren't taken off soon.

"BE QUIET BACK THERE!"

I recoil in surprise as one of the men in the anterior of the truck shouts at an admittedly impressive volume. Despite how much I want to tell them how ignorant they are for daring to oppose me, I begrudgingly comply.

Basic survival instinct, mostly. I'd rather not be harmed or injured, so I don't reply in case they threaten physical punishment.

The journey to the asylum is a painful one, not just because of the incessant restraints rubbing against my body, but also because of the utter silence other than the truck on the road.

Usually, I wouldn't mind this, I despise small-talk, but the seriousness is akin to night compared to the day that was my time on Pahkitew Island, with a freak-show array of adolescents and legitimately insane challenges.

Don't get me wrong, I am extremely grateful to be off of that infernal mechanism of a landmass, but the reason I'm not there right now in the first place? This is not how I wanted my parting from the island to take place.

As I contemplate my time back on Pahkitew Island in silence, my mind keeps on returning to him. That little shitstain of a homo sapiens, that pathetic villain wannabe.

Max.

He singlehandedly made me loathe that name. Just thinking about those three letters makes my blood boil hotter than the centre of the sun, which is approximately 15,000,000°C.

He made my time there a living hell with his constant demeaning of my abilities and stole all of the credit for the inventions and schemes I MADE. He constantly trampled on my ego as if it was an organism in the family blattidae.

As I continuously wallow in my hatred of Max, a new, very different thought crosses my educated mind.

Do I miss him?

HA! That's preposterous! How on earth could I miss that plum-folliculated parasite? He's pretty much the bane of my existence. Despite that, the inane thought keeps on returning to my head like a boomerang made of brain matter.

(Mental note: remember that, could potentially be useful.)

Now that I really think about it, the gnome wasn't SO bad for the first few days after we met. Before he kept on belittling me on national television, I didn't mind being around him, as I thought he might be smarter and more devious than he actually is.

At that time, he might have been the closest thing to a friend I've ever had in my life. I've never really wanted to make social bonds of that variety before, as I always prioritised academic achievements over companionship.

However, now that I have experienced some variety of friendship (even if out of necessity), I feel much lonelier than I ever have before. An emptiness that is certainly not helped by the predicament I am in right now.

Speaking of, I have arrived at the place I will be staying against my will. Thinking really made the journey a lot more manageable.


That does it for the first chapter of my first fanfic. The POV will switch between Scarlett and Max on a chapter-to-chapter basis, although they won't necessarily alternate every time. I'll try to release these on a somewhat weekly basis, but I make no promises. Please leave a review if you want to share your opinion of this fanfic.