"When Chris Meets Danhausen"
Rated T because of you guessed it, Danhausen. What can I say? He's very nice, very evil.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with either the Total Drama series or All Elite Wrestling. The Total Drama series are owned by FreshTV, Cake Entertainment, Cartoon Network, Jennifer Pertsch and Tom McGillis and All Elite Wrestling is owned by Tony Khan himself. Since I was on one of my random moods, here's a piece I came up with while watching All Elite Wrestling this one time.
P.S.: This was gonna be my 600th story, but I got flamed with all of these Critics United bullshit so this will be my 500th story here on this site. It may be official or unofficial, but take it either way you see it. Anyway, enjoy this little ficlet I made for you, folks. Enjoy.
It had been a usual Sunday morning down at the Playa Des Losers mansion as the host of Total Drama Island, Chris McLean, had just recently woke up from his morning sleep to get himself a cup of decaf coffee. If there was anything the host needed on a day like this, it was a good cup of joe.
"Oh god, I hate myself…" Chris said to himself as he sipped his cup.
But after he did though…
*DING DONG!*
The doorbell rang on him, cutting his drink off.
"Ah geez, more crap I gotta deal with." The host muttered to himself before putting his coffee down. He then approached the door and shouted, "Who the heck is it?"
"Special delivery for Mr. Mac Clean!" Said a high-pitched voice coming through the door.
"That's Mr. McLean, dude!" Chris shouted to the door before muttering to himself, "I swear, what kind of moron gets my last name wrong?"
Chris let out a deep breath before opening his door, only to see a short dark brown-haired man decked out in black wrestling tights/boots, a red superhero-like cape and decked out in black metal-like facepaint. This guy looked a little freaky what with the creepy smile he shot towards the host in intimidation. But this wasn't just any ordinary guy, this guy was very nice, yet very evil.
In fact, he went by the name of Danhausen!
"Can I help you, dude?" Asked the host.
"Yes, I can, Mr. Mac Clean." Danhausen nodded, all while pronouncing the host's last name wrong. "I have come here to this nice estate just to give you a special telegram delivery."
"Well, my fans can't get enough of me, huh? I knew they can't resist." Chris chuckled to himself before asking Danhausen, "So what do you have for me, dude?"
Once Chris immediately asked that one simple question to him, Danhausen gave him the best response he could ever give to him:
By pointing to the host and shooting out a scary death glare from his face.
Chris raised his eyebrow in the most confusing manner and asked, "Uh, dude… what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Mac Clean?" Danhausen shrugged while still pointing to him, "I've put a curse on you!"
"Dude, you're really startin' to make me feel uncomfortable, brah…" Chris uneasily replied.
"I'm doing my job well then!" Danhausen nodded.
The host immediately rolled his eyes before saying to Danhausen, "Yeah, I'm gonna leave now before you get really creepy…"
And with that, Chris immediately closed the door in front of Danhausen, who still pointed at him with the glare still attached to his face.
"Yikes, and I thought that Topher dude was a weirdo." The host shook his head in disgust, "I don't know why he was pointing at me though…"
It was ironic he said those words though as before he could walk into the kitchen…
*BOMP!*
Part of the ceiling fell right on top of Chris, knocking him out and burying him under the cracked ceiling rubble!
"Ohhhh, my head…" The host said, mumbling in pain.
He continued to act like his motionless self for a few seconds before Courtney walked past him with a pile of laundry in her hands.
The former C.I.T. noticed Chris lying down next to her feet and said, "I see you must've been cursed."
"Wha…?" Chris muttered painfully again, "That's what it was?"
"Oh god, what a dillhole…" Courtney rolled her eyes annoyingly, all before walking away from Chris without offering her any assistance.
Pretty much another sign Chris was better off being buried underneath the ceiling instead of drinking his morning coffee. Karma in the form of a curse from Danhausen was definitely a bitch indeed.
Yep, that's what Chris deserves after all the torture he pulled off on all of the campers these years. Eat it, Mr. Mac Clean! (Even though we all know it's pronounced McLean and all. LOL)
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Until next time, stay very nice and very evil! LOL
