It's me again. Okay so it didn't take me two weeks or so to finish this chapter. At least it only took me almost two months this time. Don't worry though, I'll get better and better at the pacing. I will set a deadline for myself to complete the next chapter within a month, then three weeks, and then finally two weeks.

Another 9k length chapter, and another job well done. I know I mentioned last chapter that episode one will have three parts. Well I changed my mind, so now this is technically the final chapter for episode one. Next chapter is when the fun will really begin. Hope you enjoy!

~Episode 01: Some Shitty Summer Camp~

~Part 02: A New Life!~

Chris McLean stood on the sandy shore of Wawanakwa itself, gazing out at sea. He seemed to be focused on looking out in the distance, as a light breeze blew against him, grazing his raven black hair. A closer inspection at his hair would've found at least two or three coated layers of hair gel. His clothes were casual, suitable for the outdoors. But a handsome man like him made it look like a million dollar garb set.

He tapped his right foot against the sand over and over, beginning to grow impatient by the second, as indicated by his diminishing smile. Chris checked his phone - the latest iPhone model - for the time. It read, 2:15 PM. This growing stress wouldn't be good for his appearance, yet he couldn't help but have the feeling of worry in the back of his mind.

But before he could open his mouth to most likely start complaining, the distant sound of a ferry horn caught his undivided attention. His faltering grin undid itself once he got a better look at the moving watercraft. Make no mistake about it…

It was the ferry that was carrying the contestants. All of them sans one Paige White. As it got closer and closer to the shore, Chris could only prepare himself for the grand welcoming. First impressions were important to him, and he definitely wanted to look as good as possible for the cameras and contestants.

A few minutes later, the ferry docked near the shore, dropping down a ramp for the contestants to depart safely. One by one, each competitor made their way down to the sand, each having a distinct behavior from one another.

Ashe and Cyrus were in the midst of a conversation, most likely about music. Embarc watched the two men from behind, noting down any observations that were deemed romantic in her notebook. Charlize had her arms crossed, as serious as usual. Elizabeth held a soft smile, looking forward to whatever awaited her. Chase's eyes were glued to Elizabeth's butt, staring in a very creepy manner as he smirked at the form. Jacque tried to get a read on the sleaze, shaking his head to himself. Jett, with both hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans, gazed up at the sky, perhaps in deep thought.

Leon sniffed the fresh air of Muskoka, grinning to himself. Marshmallow had a stuffed face, her mouth definitely filled with sweets. Olena brushed a part of her hair to the side, analyzing the other contestants in front of her, and the environment itself. Melissa let out a puff of smoke from her cigarette, fortunately not hitting anyone with the nasty cloud. Kylie, with her clothes still somewhat soaked from earlier, held an enthusiastic smile. Selene had a partial arm-cross gesture, looking meek, though not too much because of Sheldon trailing from behind. Tony and Will were having a conversation, the latter doing most of the talking.

Gathering around in a somewhat straight line, all of them having now discarded their accessories for the time-being, focused on Chris. Some had smiles, some had frowns, and others were indifferent. A colorful and diverse cast, to say the least.

"Welcome to Total Drama Island!" Chris began his introduction, his voice radiating excitement. In a normal case like this, it would be followed by a round of applause. But he continued before anyone could react. "I'm your host: Chris McLean!" He put emphasis on his own name. "Hope you all enjoyed the boat ride here. I'm sure you got to relax, befriended a person or two, and munched on some gourmet food."

He paused for a quick moment. "Or maybe you suffered the entire time. Honestly, I could care less." Chris shrugged his shoulders, nonchalant.

"Did the gourmet food have yummy sweet desserts?" Marshmallow asked, her eyes filled with a sparkling gleam that almost looked cartoonish.

Chris ignored her, doing some mental counting of the contestants at the moment. "Now, we seem to be short of one -"

The sound of the water surface breaking interrupted him. Everyone turned to the source; out came Paige, drenched from head to toe. Most of them looked flabbergasted, as she shook off the water from her hair. "Woo! That was a really fun swim!" She cheered. "I got to see a shark! It tried to attack me, but I bonked it on the nose! It was a straight pow with my fist!" Her fist came swinging down as an attempt to reenact the scene. "I really felt the thrill and danger!" Another whoop from her.

Then she finally realized her current situation, seeing the people around her. Though she maintained a wide grin. "Oh, hi everyone! The name's Paige White! I'm your resident -"

"Ahem!" Chris interrupted this time, clearing his throat to garner everyone's attention. He gave Paige a stern look. "Zip it." With a bit of reluctance, she went silent. "Anywho, now that we're all here, let's kick things off with a group photo!" At that announcement, some of the contestants raised a brow. A few out of skepticism, and the rest out of curiosity.

He pointed towards the left, right at a worn-down wooden dock. Aside from the chipped wood, a sign that read 'Camp Wawanakwa' in red paint could be seen behind the horizontal platform, on the right side. It screamed desperation for someone to fix it. "I need everyone to go stand on that dock over there, and arrange yourselves however you like. As long as the camera can see you." Chris instructed.

Some of the contestants obeyed and began their walk towards the dock. The rest either trailed from behind, or in Leon's case, stood there to talk to Chris. "A group photo sounds great!" He let out a boisterous laugh. Then he stroked his chin. "Hmm… what would be the reason though?" Leon inquired.

"Advertising, promos, all of that marketing stuff." Chris responded before getting more involved in moving Leon. "Okay, no more questions or responses. The sooner we get this done, the better." He gestured for the big man to join the others in a shooing manner; Leon nodded and complied right away. "We don't have all day, y'know." His patience was beginning to wear thin, and some of the contestants took note.

Kylie was one of them. She turned to the nearest person, which happened to be Jett, and leaned towards him. "I wonder if crankiness is a side effect of botox." The cheerleader looked back at Chris, gesturing towards him with her eyes. A light snicker escaped from her.

Jett joined in on looking back at Chris, who seemed to be in the middle of ordering people around. Said people were cameramen and a boat driver of a small red boat. He shook his head. "I guess botox really does turn someone into a Karen." His remark made Kylie chuckle. Neither of the two had sufficient knowledge of botox, but Chris made it obvious.

Sooner than later, everyone had gathered around in the center of the dock. They were arranged into three loose rows, all facing forward in various different poses. With a camera in his hands, Chris hopped onto the bow of the red boat.

"Okay!" Chris called out, making sure everyone was looking at the camera. "One! Two!" Right before reaching the count of three, he stopped himself upon realizing something important. "Oops! Okay, forgot the lens cap!" He took a quick moment to add the lens cap before adjusting himself. "Okay, hold that pose! One! Two!" Right before reaching the count of three, he stopped himself again. "Oh! No wait! Card's full! Hang on…"

"Need help with the camera, Chris?" Will attempted to volunteer. He was standing in between Tony and Jacque, near the back.

"Got it!" Chris announced at last, ignoring Will's offer to help in the process. "Okay! Everyone say, Wawanakwa!" He held a finger on the shutter release button.

"Wawanakwa!" All of the contestants exclaimed. But as soon as Chris took the first round of photos, the planks of the dock cracked and fell apart, causing the dock to collapse altogether. None of them were prepared, and all of them screamed as they hit the water.

The host had bursted out laughing at the sight, as if he had seen the funniest shit in his life. He clutched his stomach, trying not to fall over. "That was awesome!" Chris cheered, like a prankster pulling off a successful elaborate prank. Then he addressed the contestants, despite the circumstances. "Okay people, dry off and meet at the campfire pit in ten! Don't forget to grab your stuff from the cargo hold!"

"M-My glasses!" The cries of Sheldon could be heard in the background, most likely struggling to stay afloat or handle the situation. "Has anyone identified my spectacles?!"

About ten minutes later or so, all of the contestants and Chris were at the campfire pit. Said area was a clearing, surrounded by large rocks. In the center was a campfire pit, with a group of nine wooden stumps to serve as seating. To the right of the campfire pit was an upright metal oil drum, the host standing behind it. All of the sitting and standing contestants were now dried off and carrying their respective luggage.

"This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next several weeks!" Chris began, sporting his usual grin. "Or, at least until you're voted off." A few of the contestants tensed up a little. The prospect of being voted out in general, let alone first or early instilled some emotion in them. "All of you have been briefed on how the competition will work. Winning challenges will earn you rewards that'll make your life here easier."

He paused for a quick second. "Losing challenges will put you at risk of being eliminated."

Chase smirked as he gazed around him, notably at the female contestants that he deemed to be attractive such as Embarc and Kylie. Then he looked back at Chris. "What kind of rewards are we talking exactly?"

But Chris ignored him. "Take a look around you." Several of the contestants did just that. Smiles were exchanged from one potential friend to another, one potential enemy to another with raised eyebrows, and for Selene Milk, human to grass with an intrigued expression. "These people will be your campmates. They could be your friends, your enemies, or for one person, your love interest. But at the end of the day, they're your competition." The host went silent for a bit to let the words sink in.

Now it was Olena's turn to ask. "Since we're living at a substandard camp, you'll referring to us as campers?" Her coldness remained ever the same.

Chris nodded, finally answering someone's question whilst ignoring her insult. "Yup! And at the end, the last camper standing will win the grand prize of one million dollars in cash!" He put emphasis on the cash prize amount, as he received actual positive reactions. Some of them cheered, many of them clapped, and even the meanest of the bunch became piqued with interest. "Glad to see the enthusiastic reactions."

"Heh. I can already see myself sitting on top of that pile of cash." Tony remarked to himself, forming a confident smirk that others could perceive as arrogant.

Once the reactions died down, Chris produced a clipboard with a sheet of paper clipped to it. He made sure to draw the attention of both camera and cast. "So here's the deal! I'm gonna split you into three teams. If I call your name out, go stand over there by that robot statue that's dressed like a chef." The host pointed to a spot behind the contestants.

As if it appeared out of nowhere, a somewhat tall metallic statue of a robot could now be seen. The prototype of the robot looked like one of those classic robots from sci-fi movies. It wore a toque on top of its head, and a traditional culinarian uniform. For extra detail, it held a kitchen knife in one hand, looking ready to stab someone or something.

Melissa noticed the sudden appearance right away. "Wait, what? When the fuck did that -"

Chris ignored her and began listing off the names. "Charlize." Charlize nodded before heading over to the robot statue, never letting up her serious demeanor. "Cyrus." Cyrus carried a gentle smile as he went over to the spot, waving at the businesswoman. "Embarc." Embarc ran over to the spot, keeping an eye on Chris for whatever reason. "Marshmallow." A simple 'here!' came from her before she rushed over to the spot, munching on a chocolate chip cookie. "Nash." Ashe perked up his head, confused. "And Sheldon." Sheldon pushed on his glasses before heading towards his team. Only a simple nod from him as a greeting.

Ashe remained in his seat, though he stood up shortly after. "W-Wait wait! My name's not Nash!" He cried out in protest, catching the attention of Chris and a few others. "It's -"

"That's what it says on the clipboard." Chris interrupted with a frown. Probably more so because he had been interrupted himself than feeling bad for Ashe's predicament. He shrugged. "Sorry, but this is a you problem."

Sensing that Chris wasn't going to do anything or even cared, Ashe could only sigh in defeat. "Of course." He muttered to himself.

"Hey, it'll be okay." By the time Ashe heard approaching footsteps and looked for the source, he spotted a smiling Cyrus. "I believe the others here will learn your actual name sooner than later." He could sense the spectator's dismay and wanted to provide comfort. "I'll still call you Ashe if it helps." The flautist reassured.

All Ashe could do was stand there in an awkward manner and let Cyrus's words sink into his mind. "Many people will remember me as Ashe… um, right?" He asked.

Cyrus nodded, confident in his answer. "I'm sure it'll happen." He waited for Ashe's next move, which was him nodding in return before making his towards the team. While the flautist felt happy that his friend started to feel better a little, the spectator could only look conflicted. Sure he was appreciative of Cyrus being there for him, but he couldn't get the scenario out of his head, as pessimistic thoughts clouded his mind.

Once both men were with their team, the attention went back to Chris, who now held a rolled-up green banner in one hand. He tossed it to Charlize. "From this moment on, you are officially known as: the Screaming Eagles!" She unfurled the banner, revealing a silhouette of an eagle screeching, indicated as the creature screaming.

Charlize looked down at the image, not really impressed. "The silhouette design could've been better." She remarked. Though ultimately, she said nothing more and went silent.

Back to Chris, who held the same clipboard. "The next names I call out, go stand over there by that large golden pumpkin with a mask over it." He pointed to another spot behind the contestants. A large golden pumpkin laid there, having a black mask over its face. Upon closer inspection, the mask was aligned perfectly with the eyes, nose, and mouth. "And no, it's not made out of actual gold, unfortunately." The host added, as if it mattered.

Melissa again noticed the sudden appearance right away. "Okay seriously! I never saw that shit when I -" She seemed to be getting angrier.

Chris ignored her again and began reading down the list. "Chase." Chase smirked and ventured on over to the designated spot, waiting for the hot women. "Elizabeth." Liz nodded and joined Chase with a wave and a smile. "Jacque." Upon reaching the two, Jacque gave them a charming grin and eased into the group. "Jett." Giving the host a cold stare, Jett remained calm and collected. "Kylie." The cheerleader ran up to her team, greeting them with high-fives and a wink towards Jacque, who returned the gesture. "And Olena." Olena gave her teammates her signature cold expression, killing the mood Kylie had set.

Once Chris produced a rolled-up red banner in one hand, he threw it over to Elizabeth. "Your team will be officially known as: the Killer Bears!" She unveiled the banner to reveal an emblem of an angry, menacing bear who had its claws out for display while growling. It gave killer vibes, like a predator ready to prey on the weak.

Elizabeth admired the design. "I look forward to working with you all." She told her team.

"The rest of you, over here by this emo otter statue that's wearing a witch hat!" Chris pointed at another different spot behind the contestants, holding the clipboard again. Next to the golden pumpkin was a statue of an otter, around the same height as the robot statue. It wore a comically large witch hat, it had the classic, unattractive emo hairstyle - a jagged banged look in which the left eye was covered - for some reason, and it held a gaming controller in one paw, a puzzle piece in the other paw.

Yet again, Melissa noticed this sudden appearance, but had grown very frustrated at this point due to her being the only one recognizing this bullshit. "Am I the only one who's - you know what?" She let out a snarl of resignation. "Fucking forget about it."

"Leon." Chris started calling out the remaining names, as Leon saluted in response before beginning the team formation. "Melissa." Melissa scoffed in irritation, though soon joined the big heroic man. "Paige." Still with a high bundle of energy, Paige did cartwheels towards the spot. "Selene." Selene could only say hello to her team in a meek manner. "Tony." The stylish man held a hand up as a way to greet his team, as Tony awaited the official start of the competition. "And Will." Will, last but not least, shot his team with finger guns, grinning all the while as he stood next to his friend.

With a rolled-up blue banner in one hand, Chris made sure it got casted over to the third team, as Selene caught it. "You guys and girls will officially be known as: the Sinister Sharks!" One unrolling moment later, an image of a smirking shark with its apparent sharp teeth was showcased. It almost looked disturbingly human-like.

"I-I hope no one on this team will be sinister…" Selene said to herself, as she took a quick look at her teammates. All of them seemed to be good people, in her mind.

"All right!" Chris clapped his hands together to become the main focus again. "Any questions?" Several hands shot up, but were ultimately ignored; he didn't bother to pause for very long either. "Cool! Let's find your cabins! But first!"

Static.

Confessional: Chris

Chris sat in what appeared to be a large outhouse. A skull and crossbones carving could be spotted on the back wall in the background. Despite a toilet paper dispenser that held a small roll of toilet paper being seen on the right, there seemed to be a lack of a toilet.

"This is the Confessional Outhouse!" He began, attempting to ignore the few flies buzzing around. "The campers will be able to share their innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries, anytime they want!" Chris frowned a little. "And no, this isn't a toilet anymore." The host clarified, as if he knew someone was going to ask about that.

Confessional: Charlize

Charlize sat upright, as if she was doing an interview to get a position at work. "No matter the setting, a competition is still a competition." Her mannerism seemed to be one of formality. "I am striving for first place and only first place. This is a rare, if not once in a lifetime opportunity, so I intend on taking this as seriously as possible." She now had a fiery look of determination in her eyes. "Slacking off will only lead to failure."

Confessional: Chase

Chase relaxed against the back wall, smirking all the while. "Just my luck, there's plenty of hot babes here. I'm sure all of them would love to get a good taste of my sausage." His smirk grew wider, into a shit-eating one. He placed his feet onto the dispenser. "I'll start with the chicks on my team and work my way up from there. The Chase charm is now in full effect, and it's foolproof." The sleazy thief winked and snapped his fingers, feeling confident.

Confessional: Cyrus

"I'm very thrilled to be here." Cyrus carried his flute on his lap, and a positive smile. "My campmates all seem to be wonderful, and I look forward to bonding with each of them." His beam dropped a little, all of a sudden. "I'll admit, I'm a little wary of Chris at the moment, but I believe he'll do well as a host and has a lot of goodness in his heart." Just as quick as his smile diminished a little, it returned to its original state as fast, if not faster.

Confessional: Elizabeth

"I have a hunch I'll be the mother figure of my team, but I'm not complaining." Elizabeth also carried a positive smile, accompanied by her soft maternal voice. She gently placed her hands onto her lap. "Helping people is what I like to do, what I believe in." The team mom closed her eyes. "Nothing makes me happier than seeing others be the best version of themselves." Her eyes opened. "Even if some need more pushes than others."

Confessional: Embarc

"Yes, yes, yes! One of my ships are on the same team together!" Embarc squealed, way too excited for her own good. She had her notebook and a pencil in her hands. "It really is destiny and fate for them to become a couple! And I'll be the catalyst!" Then she tapped her chin in thought. "Hmm… now what should their ship name be? Nasus?" A head shake. "No. Cyrash?" Her body cringed a little. "Ew." After a few seconds, she gasped, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. "I got it! Cash! That is perfect!" Within mere seconds, the matchmaker had scribbled down plenty of notes furiously.

Confessional: Jacque

Jacque had an unamused, serious expression, to say the least. "I ain't impressed by this group as far as I can tell. Just a bunch of dumbasses and shady mothafuckas." He mocked them. "I'm willing to bet some of them will pass out from seeing a roach." A chuckle came out of his mouth before he formed a shit-eating, arrogant smirk. "Chris might as well hand me the cash at this point. Après tout, je suis le meilleur."

Confessional: Jett

Jett did a quick observation of the outhouse's interior before starting. "I've gotta say, this summer camp looks like a place I've traveled to before. So at the very least, this won't be some bizarre new experience for me." He paused for a short moment; no unusual sound came from outside. "Am I confident that I'll win? I don't know yet. But I'll be prepared in case shit goes down. Which, I'm sure will happen." A pessimistic frown at the end.

Confessional: Kylie

Kylie had an enthusiastic grin plastered on her face. "To actually get onto a TV show feels like a dream come true. I'm not the biggest fan of reality shows or any of that strategy talk, but this game seems like it could live up to my interest." She admitted, as her grin grew more. "I'm definitely looking forward to having fun on this island, and with other people." A flirtatious giggle came out of her at the end, followed by a wink.

Confessional: Leon

A loud yet boisterous laugh escaped from Leon, as he waved at the camera. "Hello everyone! I am Leon Salvatore! Future Hero of Justice and ready to push myself to the limit to protect my fellow campmates!" He crossed his arms and provided a stern nod of determination. "No dangerous person or thing will inflict harm on them under my defense! That is a promise I shall vow to, for as long as I live!" A salute at the end for good measure.

Confessional: Marshmallow

For a brief moment, Marshmallow appeared to be occupied with eating a SheHer bar. Though soon she spoke, a bit embarrassed. "This is my sixth chocolate bar since I got on that ship, and it still looks as good as the first one. Or any of the ones between those!" She sort of sounded incoherent with all of that brown milk stuff in her mouth. "Mmm! It's as tasty as always! I'll never get sick or tired of this!" A childish giggle came out of her. "I can't wait to see what sugary sweets this place has to offer!"

Confessional: Melissa

A cloud of smoke clogged the outhouse as Melissa took a hit from her cigarette. "Great. Looks like I gotta deal with that little parasite." Another one. "But it's whatever. I can kick her ass any day of the week and be done with it." She seemed to be less upset than earlier, though that wasn't saying much. "Same goes for any other fucker here; no one better piss me off. Especially none of those goody two shoes or dweebs."

Confessional: Nash

Ashe was on the receiving end of one nasty, nicotine-smelling cloud. "Oh God… there's so much… smoke in here." The pauses were because of his coughing, as he struggled to deal with it. Once he got himself composed, he continued. "S-Sorry… um, my name is Ashe. Not Nash." There was a short yet awkward pause. "I, uh, I'm not sure how Chris messed up my name. Like, I swear I remembered putting down 'Ashe' in the 'First Name' portion of the application." He rubbed his arm, looking away from the camera. "Um… yeah."

Confessional: Olena

Olena's arms and legs were crossed as she gave the camera a cold, inexpressive look. "Even though the three team dynamic increases the chance of not losing to 66 percent, second place doesn't qualify as winning either." She frowned at the end. "Just as I will put in all of my effort, I expect my team to do the same." Somehow, if it was possible, her serious expression hardened. "And I'll be watching each teammate very carefully."

Confessional: Paige

Right off the bat, Paige got prepared to do something wild. "Check it out, check it out! I can climb up these walls and do the splits!" Indeed she climbed up the walls on her sides without any trouble, maintaining grip with her tennis shoes. Her head almost touched the ceiling as she did the splits. She formed a mischievous grin.

"This is gonna be a fun summer!" Paige was loud, cheerful, and energetic as usual. "There's so much dangerous stuff I can do here! So much risky activities! Fun, fun, fun!" She pumped her fists out to the sides as she cheered. Then she entered a state of thought, resting a thumb and index finger on her chin as she looked upward. "Hmm… I wonder if there's an archery range here." Suddenly, she lost grip and fell. "Whoa!"

Confessional: Selene

"H-Hi… I am Selene." The woman greeted as she tapped her index fingers together. "U-Um, I'm very excited to be here. And I hope I c-can get along with everyone, a-and that everyone gets along with o-one another." In spite of Selene's occasional stuttering and shyness, she had an optimistic smile. "I would like everyone to be f-friends! Really! T-There doesn't have to be v-violence among us in a competition."

Confessional: Sheldon

Sheldon pushed on his glasses. "There is a very high probability that I have the most intellectual power on my team. Maybe the most amongst this group of specimen." A small smug smile formed on his face. "That makes me competent, which is important for success." He wasn't afraid to boast about himself and his intelligence. Though a serious expression took over right after. "And success is natural for an academic genius like me."

Confessional: Tony

Tony couldn't hold himself back from smirking ear to ear. "Heh. Looks like I lucked out on having that buffoon on my team. Not that I wouldn't do well without him." Every word that came out of his mouth, it was accompanied by an arrogant tone. "Once I get another person or two on my side, I'll be running this game." He leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "My plans have always worked out for me in the past; I'm certain this won't be any different." Pulling a coin out of his pocket, he flipped and caught it in midair.

Confessional: Will

"Hey hey viewers! It's Will Parker here!" Will greeted with a peace sign, as if he was talking to a live audience. "If you haven't heard, yes, the rumors are true! I am officially here on Total Drama!" He beamed whilst gesturing around the outhouse's interior. "Let me just say, the aesthetic here is really cool! Camp Wawanakwa is giving me that retro vibe!" The influencer sounded like a vlogger. "It reminds me of an art museum I visited in LA."

Once every contestant made their first confessional, Chris brought their attention back to him. "Okay! Now let's find your cabins!" After a short walk through the campground, they arrived at three identical cabins. Each of them were close to one another; one on the west, one in the center, and one on the east. The front side for all of them had two doors, two windows, and a railed-in porch. He extended his arm toward the cabins.

"Eagles take the west cabin, Bears have the center, and Sharks are in the east." Chris pointed at the three respective cabins. "Each team decides which side belongs to the girls, and which side belongs to the dudes." He began to walk away from the campers. "You've got a half-an-hour to unpack, starting… now!"

[Screaming Eagles - Men]

Cyrus pulled the door open and entered, with Ashe towing from behind and Sheldon making his way to the front. The layout of the room was simple and of mediocre quality. A large circular rug laid in the center of the room, and on the back wall was another window with a small stool positioned under it. Both the rug and the curtains lining the window looked shabby, as if moths had invaded and fucked up the fabric.

On either side of the room were bunk beds; one set along the right wall, and one set along the left wall, next to a potbellied stove. Next to the stove on the left was a dresser with a large mirror and an unlit oil lamp resting on top of the dresser. Beside that in the corner were a few coat hooks and one wooden plank with a smiley face drawn on it.

It took a millisecond for Sheldon to figure out a solution for the bunk beds. "Two bunk beds. The sleeping arrangement should be elementary; I'll take the one on the right for myself, Cyrus and Nash take the one on the left." He decided, dropping down his luggage on the bottom bed. Climbing up and down the top bed would be too much of a hassle for him.

Cyrus turned to Ashe, who nodded at him. "Oh, if you don't mind the correction, his name is actually Ashe." He started up a conversation about that topic, first speaking on the spectator's behalf to get the ball rolling. "As far as the sleeping arrangement is concerned, I'm okay with it if everyone else is." On that matter, he looked at his two roommates, more so Ashe, for confirmation. No one seemed to object right away or look conflicted.

"It's fine for me." Ashe spoke next, agreeing with Sheldon's suggestion. There was a short and awkward pause after. "Uh, yeah, I'm Ashe. I'm not sure, um… I think something happened during the application process, but um… never mind." He shook his head, believing it wouldn't be worth the trouble. "That theory is very unlikely." The prospect of someone sabotaging his application would be too ridiculous, at least to him.

Sheldon turned around and began unpacking. "We have reached a collective agreement." In the midst of removing stuff from his luggage, he couldn't help but fathom the idea of sleeping on the top bed, gazing up at it. He wondered if sleeping up there was better than down here. "Now which berth garners more benefits for me? Top or bottom?"

As he listed out the pros and cons for both choices in his mind, he turned back around in the process and saw Cyrus placing a flute case onto his bed. Color him intrigued because he decided to bring it to light. "Did you bring a woodwind instrument?"

"Hm?" Cyrus turned around, knowing that the question was directed for him. He glanced down at the case. "Ah, yeah, I brought my flute with me." Then he opened it, revealing his golden flute. It was still as clean and shiny as expected. "I wanted to perform for other people and provide musical entertainment." The flautist hoped the two would be able to bond over music, just like with Ashe from earlier. "Hopefully it's not a problem for you."

The academic nerd raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused. "If you accept requests, I'd like to suggest a classical tune." Sheldon might as well take advantage of a potential opportunity; he wanted to spend the next 25 minutes or so listening to his favorite genre.

Cyrus's face brightened as he nodded. "Sure! I'd be happy to play a song in that genre!" He began brainstorming a list of popular classical tunes. "Hmm… how about this one?" A melody came out of his flute as he played the beginning of Peer Gynt - Morning Wood, flooding the room with a peaceful air. Then he stopped at a good point. "It's -"

"Peer Gynt - Morning Wood, by Edvard Grieg." Sheldon answered for him. He seemed to be proud of himself for knowing that. "I did a 5-page research paper on the song for an English class and attained a perfect score." As if someone asked, he provided an explanation for knowing the answer while bragging in the process. A moment of silence occurred, as he missed Cyrus nodded in response. "Hm? Oh, you can continue."

So thus he continued. As the calm melody of the morning song occupied the room, allowing for a chill atmosphere, Ashe scurried down his bed and took a look at Sheldon. He took a quiet deep breath before approaching the attentive nerd. "Um, can you tell me more about your, uh, research paper, Sheldon? I'm curious." No response verbally or non-verbally.

"Oh, uh, Sheldon?" Ashe tried getting his attention again. Yet again, no verbal or non-verbal response; not even a turn of the head. Either he was paying full attention to Cyrus's performance, or he couldn't hear him. Regardless, the spectator sighed to himself before retreating to his bed. "I… I guess it's not worth asking."

[Screaming Eagles - Women]

The other room of the Eagles cabin looked the exact same. Similar layout, aesthetic, everything. It was as if someone took the design of the room and copied and pasted it. Chances were, the rooms for the other two cabins were one hundred percent identical to one another. Beside the point, Embarc and Marshmallow busted into the room with glee.

"Whoa! This cabin's interior looks exactly like the one from Camp Rock!" Embarc's eyes gleamed, in spite of the mediocre appearance. She turned to Marshmallow. "I remember Troy and Gabriella having their first kiss together! It was a beautiful and romantic scene!" In the background, Charlize took the bottom bed behind her and began unpacking. A grin formed. "Maybe one, two, or all three of us will get lucky and kiss our soulmate here!"

Marshmallow climbed onto a top bed, quick and nimble. "Kissing our soulmate?" She gasped like a child seeing their favorite cartoon come on. "That sounds really cool and cute! If I ever kiss the person I love, they should love me just as much as I love them, and they should know how to bake!" The connoisseur of sweets bounced up and down on her bed.

She gasped again, as she began pulling something out of her luggage. "Oh! Speaking of kiss, I brought chocolate KISSES!" Marshmallow held a large half-full bag of chocolate KISSES, comprised of different flavors - six in total. For the curious: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, caramel chocolate, mint chocolate, peanut butter chocolate, and cookies and cream chocolate. "Would you two like some?"

Embarc nodded with enthusiasm. "Yes please!" She plopped her hand into the bag and grabbed several chocolates KISSES. A cookies and cream flavored one went into her mouth first. "Mmm! Creamy white chocolate! Thank you!" Then she returned to the main topic at hand. "And as your resident matchmaker, I can help you find another kind baker! One that matches your enthusiasm! Friends to lovers! It's such a wholesome romance trope!"

Then she turned to the silent Charlize, who made sure her bed was organized and prepped for the upcoming days. "How about you, Charlize? Any special qualities you look for in a partner?" Embarc asked, pulling out her notebook and a pencil.

Charlize gave her that signature serious look that could make several people shrink in intimidation. "I'm not interested. Not in the chocolate, nor the romance." She sat down on her bed. "You two must've forgotten that this is a competition. Pursuing something like that in this setting is a waste of time." The businesswoman frowned after. "Now do not ask me any more questions about romance." That cold tone dampened the atmosphere of the room.

The matchmaker didn't seem satisfied with the answer. "Oh come on! There's no need to be so cold and serious! Love is beautiful!" Embarc tried to be the positive sunshine for Charlize's negative darkness. "It changes people's lives for the better! Love can make that one guy who frowns all the time smile! Love can give hope to the hopeless!"

She turned to Marshmallow with a determined look. "Marshmallow! I think Charlize needs to be struck by a cupid's arrow! Make her fall head over heels for someone!"

Marshmallow gave her a firm nod, looking as determined. "That's a great idea! We should add some chocolate to the arrows! Cover the tip in that delicious milk-flavored, brown-colored goodness!" She added with her own suggestion. Embarc nodded along, agreeing with the idea. Charlize couldn't believe she was listening to this. "Because nothing is sweeter than sweets themselves! And then once it's all done -"

Both Embarc and Marshmallow pumped their fists up high together, as if they were doing it for some cartoonish background visualization. "You get chocolate cupid arrows!" They shouted at the same with grins on their faces. Best of both worlds.

All in the while, Charlize groaned to herself, shaking her head as she lied down on her bed, staring away from her two energetic roommates. "Unbelievable. I have to deal with these two annoyances." She decided to look back at them, who weren't heeding to her. "They need to leave the team as soon as possible. Especially if they're going to hold the group back." The businesswoman muttered to herself, as she started formulating a plan.

[Killer Bears - Men]

Onto the Bears cabin, as expected, the rooms were identical to the ones from the Eagles cabin. All the way down to the last bit of detail. As of now, only Jacque and Jett entered the place. Jacque spoke up first. "This ain't too shabby." He observed the surroundings. "We got decent beds, a decent view of the outside, and not a lot of folks to bother us." Then he chose the bottom bed on the left. "It should make for peaceful nights and mornings."

Jett took the bottom bed on the right, placing his duffel bag against the wall. Right as soon as he did that, he noticed a cockroach crawling up the wall. Though he didn't seem to give a shit or make a reaction. "There'll be some bugs to deal with. Probably spiders, mosquitos, and fruit flies." He turned around. "But dealing with a bunch of wild people is worse."

Jacque turned his head to lock eyes with Jett's. "It ain't an infestation, so it should be -"

The sound of a door slamming open interrupted him and caught both men's attention. Entering now was the third man of the Killer Bears, Chase. He let out a gross burp. "Sup. Looks like we got three hot chicks on our team." Chase stopped himself before correcting himself. "I might just go for two of them cos one of them looks way too serious. She probably thinks she's too mature for hookups or whatever." Reference to Olena.

Chase pointed at the bed above Jacque. "Let me get that top bed." Though that didn't matter because he threw his luggage onto it. Jacque never had a chance to respond, not that the sleazy thief wanted him to anyway.

Concealing an annoyed frown, Jacque kept his response simple. "Suit yourself, bubba." Then he tried to change the topic back to something more of Chase's interest. "You're referring to Olena when you said serious, right?" Elizabeth and Kylie had more positive smiles, from what he remembered during the campfire earlier.

A nod from Chase confirmed it. "Yeah, her. But if either of you two wanna go bang her or another chick I'm not chasing, then knock yourselves out." Once he unpacked his belongings, he hopped down to the floor. "I'll even be a wingman if you two are down." He had a confident smirk on his face. "Not that I really need a wingman; I'm only being fair." The boasting caused both Jacque and Jett to raise an eyebrow, as if he had the audacity to barge in here, talk about something neither of them asked about, and acted like he was superior to them when it came to pursuing women.

Jett laid back against a wooden post, going with the flow of the conversation. "Sure. I'd be glad to take some advice from someone who knows what they're doing." To Chase, his words seemed authentic and genuine. But in reality, it was laced with nothing but sarcasm. He pretended to adjust something in the corner, allowing for a quiet and sneaky snicker to come out of him. "Someone who knows how to end up as a sex offender at least."

With Jett accepting, Jacque had no good reason to disagree. He shrugged. "If the both of ya are in, then you can count me in as well. There's a lady or two that I don't mind gettin into a fling with." His charming grin appeared, as he shifted the talking back to Chase. "So what's the first advice?" Better for the sleaze to talk more than him.

"Don't beat around the bush." Chase began pacing like a teacher lecturing their students, except they were around the same age. "The only beating your chick should be giving is your meat." His expression turned serious. "Women are hornier than you think, especially if they're staying at a place like this. That blonde on our team for example." Reference to Elizabeth. "She's nice and soft on the outside, but she wants something hard on the inside."

During that short pause, he heard footsteps coming from outside. In the corner of his eye, Chase saw Elizabeth passing by, a mild red blush on her face. His serious expression changed back to his confident and lustful smirk. "Speaking of which…" Without even saying bye to his two roommates, he rushed outside and tried to shoot his shot.

This left Jacque and Jett by themselves, as both glanced at each other in silence. Everything that had transpired resulted in one thing… them snickering together. Neither knew if the other was faking the laughter, but both could agree on one thing in this very particular moment: Chase was an unlikable pathetic loser.

[Killer Bears - Women]

Rewinding the universal clock to around five minutes ago, Elizabeth grimaced upon entering the room and seeing how borderline unsanitary it appeared. "This seems to be dirtier than I thought." In usual cases, she would be optimistic, but not when it came to dirty and gross environments. "There's a lot of dust bunnies and potential bugs crawling around in the cracks. It's gross, to be honest." She looked down, hoping to avoid seeing a bug.

Kylie came in next, a reassuring smile on her face. "I'm sure it'll be fine." She pointed at a corner, where a few dust bunnies could be seen. "The dust isn't anywhere near the beds, and the bugs usually don't come out until nighttime." The cheerleader had enough survival knowledge to use reasonable logic and comfort the team mom. "Even then, some bug spray should do the trick." It seemed to help Elizabeth brighten up a little.

"You should get used to it." Olena spoke next. The way she sounded came off as rude and condescending; her coldhearted expression didn't help her case. She took the closest bottom bed to her, which was positioned across from Elizabeth and Kylie - she became the individual with both beds to herself. "If the cabins are soiled, then the other buildings will be just as dirty. Constant complaining won't benefit you in the long-term."

"You're right about that." Kylie nodded, even if she didn't agree with the approach. "We should focus more on the good parts; there's a lot of fun memories to be made!" She grinned and cheered. Though that grin morphed into a frown. "But you didn't have to be harsh about it." Olena in response only raised an eyebrow.

"I'm telling the truth though. You agreed with me as well." Olena countered, using Kylie's agreement from earlier against her. This potential misunderstanding was now going down the wrong path, causing the atmosphere to start getting tense. "The main point in an argument is still the same, regardless of presentation."

Elizabeth could tell something bad was about to go down, given Kylie's glare formation. And so before the cheerleader could retort, the mother figure chimed in for the save. "All right you two, let's not escalate this into an argument or a fight." She paused for a quick moment so both parties could remain silent. "We can all agree that we should look more at the positives of living at this camp." Best for her to find something all could agree on.

She looked at Olena. "You're right Olena, a lot of complaining won't do us any good in the long run." Elizabeth smiled at the ice queen, intending to calm her down. Then she turned to Kylie. "And you're right Kylie, we're going to have fun here and make lots of good memories." Rinse and repeat for the cheerleader, who grinned in response.

"Woo! That's the spirit, Elizabeth!" It seemed like the previous topic had been dropped, much to Elizabeth's relief. Olena went back to unpacking, and Kylie returned to her cheerful, energetic self. "Just imagine something like playing beach volleyball or riding motorbikes around the island! Super fun activities!" She couldn't wait for the challenges and to explore more of the island on an adventure.

Then a smirk formed on her face. "We can have some fun together." Kylie winked at the mother figure, causing Elizabeth to start blushing a little. Her mind started trailing into dirty territory, all while the cheerleader watched her reaction with amusement.

"O-Oh! Well I d-don't mind having fun with you." Elizabeth's cheeks grew more red with each passing second. "We can have fun in bed as well; I'm not sure if you want to be on top or bottom." It took less than a second for her to realize what she had just said. Now she looked away from Kylie out of embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry! It just came out of my mouth, h-honest!" She headed for the door. "I-I'll take a quick walk outside, if you don't mind me."

Kylie let out a series of giggles, covering her mouth with one hand. "All good! I'm only teasing you, don't worry." She reassured her, in case Elizabeth took it the wrong way. As the blushing mother figure left the room to go for a stroll, the cheerleader realized she had forgotten something. "Oh, wait, did you want the top or bottom bed?" Hearing bottom as her answer, she nodded to herself. "Top bed it is!"

After getting her luggage onto the left top bed, Kylie kicked back on the berth and sighed in happiness. "Ahh, freedom hasn't felt this great." Olena on the other hand had been silent after the near argument. She glanced at Kylie, plenty of thoughts running through her mind. Importance on the part where Elizabeth and her got along well, right off the bat.

[Sinister Sharks - Men]

Same here, same there, same everywhere for the interior and exterior of the Sharks cabin. Will pushed the door open and marveled at the aesthetic. One had to respect him for looking at something so rundown in a positive light. "Oh wow! This is the real deal!" He grinned before pulling out his phone. "A few photos wouldn't hurt!" Thus he began snapping pictures of every item in the room; the bunk beds, the dresser, and even that leftover coconut in a corner that had a smiley face on it alongside green hair.

After finishing up, he looked at his phone's photo gallery. "Ah, nice! Now should I apply a filter or leave it as it is?" He contemplated his options. "On one hand -"

The recognizable laughter of Leon could be heard from close by. Will soon saw both him and Tony entering the room, with the big heroic man carrying his and his own luggage. "How admirable of you, Mister Marmalade!" He grinned at the less energetic stylish man. "Getting your sister a pet dog is a very kind gesture! She must be really happy to have a new friend! Dogs are wonderful creatures! They are loyal, protective, and tender for the heart of the owner and others!" Leon got emotional at the end, wiping away a few tears.

Tony nodded in agreement. "Of course. A dog is a man's best friend; but it's a human's best friend above all else." He seemed to be trying to strike a good bond with Leon, attempting to make a good first impression. "So when she brought up the idea of having a pet dog, I wanted to give her one as an early birthday gift. Give her some company while I'm away." A smile was plastered on his face as Leon set his luggage down. "Ah, thank you, Leon."

"Oh Tony, you have a sibling too?" Will chimed into the conversation. He received a confirming nod from him. "Same here. I have a younger twin brother named Alex. We auditioned for this show together, but only I got accepted." His smile diminished a little, but only for a millisecond. "Hopefully he's doing good at home. I can't wait to show him the photos of this place." A small chuckle came out of his mouth.

"That's nice." Tony honestly could care less about responding to Will, but did make a mental note of what he said. Back to Leon. "So Leon, you mentioned earlier about being a hero. I've been curious about what it means to be a hero." A short pause. "Does caring for other people you care about count? In a way, I'd like to be a role model - a hero - for my sister and friends." He was doubling down on this nice guy act.

Leon nodded firmly. "Absolutely! Kindness is important in becoming a hero!" He was determined to inspire him, to motivate him to become stronger mentally. "It's good to care for your loved ones and help those that need help!" His grin radiated confidence. "My friend, as long as you continue down the path of goodness, you'll become a role model for others! I can promise you that!" The future Hero of Justice flashed a thumbs up.

The stylish man took in every word Leon said, pretending to let it sink in his head. "You're right about that. It's like we share plenty of similar beliefs." Tony began going for it. "We both want to spread goodness in this world, and look out for those that deserve to be treated well." He turned to Leon and looked him in the eyes. "How do you feel about being friends? I heard you call me 'friend' earlier, but I wanted to be sure."

"I'd be happy to be your friend!" Leon ended up shouting, being louder than normal, catching both of his roommates off-guard. Another boisterous laugh from him. "This is great! Only a few hours into this adventure and I have made three new friends!" He took a look outside a front window, seeing how beautiful the weather was right now. "Now I shall change into my training gear and work off the wonderful lunch from earlier! Mmm, ship food is delicious!" So thus, he, and Will, who wanted to tag along, went outside for an expedition.

This left Tony all by himself, as he laid on his bed, smirking to himself. He shook his head at how idiotic his two roommates were. "Oh yeah, it's all coming together."

[Sinister Sharks - Women]

Paige wasted no time in marking her territory as soon as she came into the room. "I call top bed, I call top bed!" She shouted as she leaped onto a top bunk bed. By that moment, Selene entered next, not as spirited as the archer. "Ooh ooh ooh! Selene!" The energetic woman called for her attention. "You should take the bottom bed and be… hm. Bedmates! No wait, let's be bed partners!" That had a nice ring to it.

Not expecting Paige's high enthusiasm, Selene could only tap her index fingers together in a flustered state. "U-Um… s-sure. I don't mind b-being bed partners… I-I will take the bottom bed then." Despite that, she smiled and had high hopes the two will get along. Though she knew one woman wasn't here right now. "S-Should we wait for, um, Melissa…?" She suggested, not wanting her to be left out. "I d-don't want her to be -"

Speak of the devil. Melissa barged into the room without a care in the world and threw her luggage onto the first bed she saw. She gave the two a stern look. "I'm taking this bunk bed for myself. Neither of you two better touch my stuff." In particular, she gave Paige a nastier glare. "Especially you, you fucking hideous gremlin." With that, she stormed out.

Right away, Selene tried to retrieve her by running outside. "M-Melissa! W-Wait wait!" Once she got Melissa's undivided attention, that was when she became meek and flustered. "I, um… i-is everything okay? I-I'm willing to listen if y-you want to talk… I-I promise I won't judge." She maintained a smile, wanting to be someone to reach out for an angry person.

Melissa scoffed. "Trying to cheer me up, huh?" She leaned forward and glared directly into Selene's scared eyes. "It's none of your business anyway. Now don't ask me again. Got it?" The delinquent turned around. "Get it through your skull cos I'm only saying it once." With that, she went off and left poor Selene behind.

As Selene sighed in disappointment, attempting to remain positive and cheer herself up, a fuming Paige marched up next to her. She glared at Melissa from afar. "Hmph! What is her problem?! I swear she needs more than just those fish-flavored Altoids as karma! Her whole body should smell like a dodo's doodoo!" The archer was shouting at this point.

"L-Let's not resort to a-anything harmful…" Selene now tried to calm down Paige. "I u-understand you're upset and her, a-and it's okay to feel that way." Her expression turned stern, or at least stern enough for the archer to tell. "But trying to get r-revenge won't make it better. I-I'm sure she's having a bad day and n-needs some time to c-calm down…" Despite being shut down harshly, she still tried to see the best in Melissa.

Paige's anger suddenly morphed into amusement. "Psh! Don't worry! I won't actually harm her! Even if she can be a super duper meanie pants of a poophead!" She felt a bit satisfied from saying that. Then she smirked. "But I'm sure there's no harm in mess -"

The camp loudspeakers made an irritating sound as it turned on. "Attention, campers!" Chris's voice could be heard throughout the campground. "Just to add one more quick announcement, I want everyone to meet me on the shore near the very tall cliff! Be there in your swimsuits because your first challenge will begin once your free thirty minutes are up! McLean, out!" He signed off before radio silence occurred.

"O-Our first challenge… I-I hope it's not dangerous." Selene muttered.

She was wrong. Absolutely wrong. All eighteen campers stood on the shore of another area, next to a very high cliff - approximately one thousand feet. The danger, as everyone was staring at, was not too far out at sea. One short swim and a person would've ran into a shark, indicated by the shark fin moving around above surface, or an electric eel, indicated by the cartoonish static electricity flashing above surface.

Only one person had something to say. "Let's fucking gooooooooo!" Paige shouted.

And so episode one has come to a conclusion! Chris McLean has been introduced, the teams have been formed, and the contestants will soon enter a world of hell. To cover a couple of things before I end the chapter, I want to address the absence of Chef Hatchet, as minor as the inconvenience may be. He'll show up in the next episode. In canon, he served the campers for lunch; here, the challenge takes place in the afternoon, so he'll serve them their first meal during supper. Just letting you know.

I've decided to use three teams because I find it more interesting than the two team dynamic. Plus, it makes it easier for me to mange the contestants, especially when it comes to the scenes where all of the team members are together. Fun fact, each mascot represents one of the three terrains; eagles take air, bears take land, and sharks take water.

Time for the questions! Remember, it's optional.

01.) Which cabin trio did you like reading the most?

02.) If you had to choose one, would you rather be very rich or very popular? In a sense, pick between fame and fortune. Feel free to add your reasoning, if you want to.

Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed my story! Again to those who have a character in this, let me know how I did in writing them! I'll see you in the next chapter!