It would be a lie to say that there was something beautiful about the day. It was normal, just like it normally was; boring and bland. Nothing made the day beautiful, only the activities that would go on.

And on this particular day was the live broadcasting of the first episode of Total Drama Universal.

Charles Merriman, a pale faced, thin bodied, red haired man with his long hair tied in a not, was not as merry as his name suggested. The weather was abnormally hot since it was the beginning of the summer and so he had stripped his elegant suit down to his white dress shirt which was he had grudgingly unbuttoned one button.

Of course, to most people, one button was no big deal, some would probably unbutton to three or four and those really cool one with a beautiful body (like Alejandro, the famous Total Drama villain) would unbutton it down to the end. But Charles wasn't like lot people, he believed in being modest, prim and proper.

In other words, a total bore. And bores like him never faired well in a show like Total Drama.

Charles, who had just finished yelling, pushed his bottle framed glass backwards and glared at his clipboard, his headache intensifying.

"Where the hell is my iced tea?" he yelled out to no one in particular. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him.

A fat, short haired blonde girl, in a squeaky, terrified voice answered him. "I think I saw him running an errand for Mr McLean."

It was if she had just said that he'd gotten fired.

He turned his head way from his clipboard to glare at her in milliseconds. It was so sharp that it caused her to jump and let the bowl of papers she carried to escape from her hands and fall to the floor.

"Excuse me...did you just say he went on an errand for Mr McLean?" he asked, his voice impassionate, not showing the anger that glared so hard in his eyes.

"Y-Y-Yes s-sir," she squeaked, starting to regret the big fat mouth that made her speak.

Charles sighed. He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. Sighing again, he put them back on and smiled at the young terrified girl in front of him.

"Your name is Helen Donaldson, right?" he asked. She nodded, feeling both creeped out and terrified from the smile on his face.

"You're a production assistant. Twenty one years in age. The only child of her parents. You're originally a brunette but you decided to dye your hair blonde because you felt it would make you prettier. Well you studied theatre arts in a film academy but could never get a major job in your expertise, so you do odd jobs here and there till a friend, a Micheal Lee, I assume informed and pulled strings to get you working here. And now here you are," he looked straight into her eyes, "I assume this is all correct?"

Speechless, Helen nodded. He gave her another smile.

"Well Helen...when you see that other guy, his name is Jonathan, tell him he's fired and he should go straight to get his things and go home straight. A boat would be arranged to take him home, or at least, to the destination that will give him another transport home. You got that?" he asked her. She nodded again, the terror back in her eyes.

He smiled again. "Good, now go get me a cup of iced tea. Extra ice please," he turned his attention towards his clipboard. And Helen, with relief, scampered away to get the order.

Three minutes later, Charles was happily sipping his iced tea as he walked around the island, getting everything ready for the live airing of the first episode.

"Alright!" he shouted. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him. "We air in a minute. Someone get Mr McLean so we can begin on time," his eyes looked around and landed on a short, brown haired boy with lots of freckles.

"You," he pointed at him, "Lucas Jones. Go inform Mr McLean that he should come so that we can begin. And tell Mr Hatchet to stay on standby," he ordered. Lucas nodded and rushed to the trailer where Chris stayed.

A second later he rushed out.

"He says that he comes at his own time," he reported. Charles' eye twitched but he stayed calm.

"And tell him that he comes even a second late...his paycheck gets a ten percent reduction for a month," he replied. Lucas ran back to do as he was told.

And out came Chris, in all his glory. His head was gelled to the prim as usual, his light stubble still the same and with his charming but evil smile. He wore a big wooly white robe that trailed down to the ground and covered his entire clothes. Behind him was Chef, without his hat and wearing an identical robe.

"The host is here now. Nobody panic. I'm here!" Chris exclaimed. Charles rolled his eyes.

"Get rid off that ridiculous robe and get on your spot. The contestants would be coming anytime soon," he said.

Chris made no reply and shed of his robe. And what he wore...was what he always wore. Charles, seeing this, glared at him.

"What are you wearing?" he asked. Chris smiled.

"My usual outfit, of course," he replied.

"Why?"

"To give everyone the familiar Total Drama vibe, of course,"

"Well this is a revamp Total Drama so everything is changing. We already picked out an outfit for you so change into that,"

"You mean that rubbish? That isn't me so I won't wear that,"

"I picked that myself, under the authority of The Producer so you must wear that,"

"Look kid-"

"See who's talking,"

"We could argue about this all day and I won't budge. So why don't we stop wasting time and just agree that I wear what I want,"

"But-"

"We're about to air, you know?" Charles looked defeated at that. He waved it off.

"Fine then, get on camera view. We're beginning now." Chris gave a triumphant smile and walked to the dock before he turned to everyone.

"Alright...in 3...2...1..." he began. The camera was turned on. At that point Charles looked at his clipboard and gave a frown.

"Welcome everyone to the newest season of To-" Chris was saying before he became interrupted.

"Sorry Mr McLean but it seems I have omitted an important information," Charles said walking slowly into the screen. Chris gave him an annoyed look.

"You can tell me that after the episode. Right now, as you can see, and as you reminded; I'm a bit busy," he replied.

"I'm sorry but it's important," Charles answered. Chris wasn't sure, but he certainly had seen the ghost of smirk on Charles' face.

"So what's so important that you couldn't wait till after the show?" he asked.

"The Producer and I had a brief chat yesterday. Nothing special or anything like that, but the Producer expressed concerns towards the success of this show and how well the show would be run," Charles started. Chris shot him an unimpressed look and gave a glance towards Chef who was still standing in his robe. Chef only gave him a shrug.

"And?" Chris urged on.

"And, after some thought, the Producer said, for the purpose of showing perfection, that I would become your co-host, assisting you and ensuring the smooth running if things," Charles said and Chris could clearly see the grin on his face.

Mr McLean was speechless. He just stared at Charles without saying a single word. For a minute, Charles was getting scared, this was his way of revenge but the lack of action from Mr McLean was not in any way the reaction he had imagined. He wondered if his news had maybe done more than intended and froze the man.

That is, until a hard punch from Chris made him immediately unconscious and took him down to the ground.

Everyone was speechless. Chris brushed his hand and inspected his nails before he turned to the camera which he was aware was still live.

"And this is Total Drama Universal!!!!!!!!!"

And the screen blacked out.

(Characters to be introduced in Episode 01.2)