Total Drama: Letter Leap

by Bishop of Hearts

Strange things seem to occur on Tavauvusi Island. After the freak incident and shut down of the Lotus Hotel, rumours of the island being haunted were suddenly passed around. The island seemed perfect for a brand new season of Total Drama! Join a brand new host and 26 contestants as they fight it out to be the sole inhabitant of the island! (SYOC CLOSED)

Total Drama could be described as a relic of the past. If you mention the show, most people would most likely say: "Is that the show Chris Maclean hosted?" or "Was that the reality show where that Ezekiel boy was mutated?" A majority of people did not have fond memories of the show. After all, most people disliked watching teenagers going through pain for entertainment.

The 26 teenagers currently sitting on the ferry had very different experiences with the show. They had grown up watching it and the majority of them adored Total Drama. So the opportunity to participate on the show was an opportunity that could not be missed. What could go wrong? They'd get fame, money, new friends...everything a young adult could possibly want.

There were six identical rooms in this ferry, which was slowly cruising along the calm ocean. The sun was radiantly shining on the deck and through the small windows on the side of the cruise. The rooms were compact and narrow, with an uncomfortable wooden bench for the participants to sit on.

In the first room was a very excited looking girl. The girl was trying to peek through the window, though she couldn't see much from the angle she was sitting in. "Ooh! Ooh! I think I see the...island!" She shouted out very loudly, singing the last word.

She brushed her long black hair with red highlights away from her face. Her hair was braided with many skull clips and it almost touched the floor. She had bright red eyes, which made her look sharp and intimidating, but her face expressed childlike curiosity and delight. She was from Japan, so she had olive coloured skin.

She was wearing a long sleeved black button top, with many zips on it. On the shirt were many words, such as rave, free drugs and punk. The left side of her shirt was longer than the right. Her shirt had many diaper pins around the midsection, as well as a tie with tin chains and a single shirt. Finally, she was also wearing a plaid skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs and a black leather knee-high boots with metal buckles.

The boy sitting next to the girl looked a lot less enthusiastic. He had a soppy frown on his face. Despite the room being very dark, he was wearing sunglasses to mask his eyes. The small amount of hair that you could see was also a dark black colour, but was quite short and neatly combed over to the side, revealing a parting. His jaw was squarish, he had a large nose and pale skin.

He was wearing a large grey trench coat, with most of the buttons having been done up. Underneath, he wore a plain white shirt, grey slacks, grey smart looking shoes and a grey fedora, which covered most of his hair.

"I'm getting inspiration!" The girl, Asuka, shrieked. She started to tap her feet and hum a tune. She started to mouth words as well. "Hmm...would a punk rock song about an abandoned island slowly taken over by time work though? Wait? What am I talking about? Of course it would! It'd be...sick!"

Asuka sang the last bit, drawing the sick out as long as she could. She then realised how loud she was being. "Ah! I'm sorry! I'm probably deafening you! I'm…just...so...excited!" She sang once more, before strumming an imaginary air guitar. "I mean...who isn't?"

The boy sighed, as he looked at his feet. "Aww, what's wrong...err..what's your name?" The girl asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"Bastian." The boy said, as if it was the end of the world to admit his name. He pushed his sunglasses up slightly.

"Cool name! That sounds so...hmm...err...regal! Yeah! Regal! That's the word I'm looking for." Asuka said, sounding too giddy, "Anyway...my name's Asuka. It isn't as cool as...your fancy name. Anyway, you didn't answer my first question!"

Bastian sighed once more. "I'm just...not excited in the slightest."

"What? How could you not be? This is Total *censored* Drama Island!"

Asuka sang the last bit. She jumped up, performing a quick solo on her air guitar once more, making accompanying noises. Bastian did not bother to watch.

"It'll just be…" He paused. "Pointless...I suppose. I don't think I'll make it past the second episode."

"Well...this Debbie downer attitude of yours ain't gonna get you nowhere. You have to have faith in yourself, you know. Self belief gets ya places in life!" Asuka tried her best to sympathise.

"And? Will pretending to be overjoyed make it any better? I won't change how I am just to appease others. I've just accepted that the show will be harsh and that everyone is out to get me. I don't expect to go far."

Asuka frowned. "Yeah, you won't if you continue to hold that pity party." With that, she got up to greet the other people in the room.

The boy next to Bastian couldn't help overhearing their conversation. He tapped Bastian on the shoulder. Slowly, the melodramatic boy turned around.

"Hey. I'm not out to get you." The other boy said, sounding a bit nervous. His voice was rather meek. Bastian was startled by this boy's eyes, though he showed no shock. The new boy had bright yellow eyes, though they were contacts. He had a mischievous look, with an impish smile, dark brown slightly downturned eyebrows and a slightly small nose. His hair had been dyed white and was combed into a quiff.

The boy was wearing a regular white dress shirt that reached past his hips. He wore black pants underneath with white and purple boots that reached his ankle. Over this he wore a black coat that reached his knees. None of his buttons had been done. He looked slightly like a magician.

"And why should I believe your words?"

"Err...I don't know. You don't really have a reason to." The boy grinned. "But...umm... I think it'd be best if you trusted others. Surely people would like you more then."

Bastian groaned. "Oh why is everybody trying to change me already? I don't care! Just leave me alone."

The boy shrugged. He was determined to become friends with him, despite how nervous he felt. "Nah. I..err...want to be friends with you." The boy took a few seconds to think of what he should say next. "And how we can be friends if we don't talk. Well...let's start off with introductions. My name is Chander. I know yours is Bastian."

"Great." Bastian simply said, in a sarcastic tone.

Chander offered a hand out. Bastian didn't shake it. Chander continued to speak. "I like horror movies and...I like clowns and..."

"I don't care." Bastian emphasised.

Chander shrugged once more, not caring about the fact that he didn't care. "Oh. Err...I guess I won't talk to you then, if you're going to be so rude. But, can we at least have a friendly handshake?"

Bastian groaned. Begrudgingly, he offered a hand out. As soon as he touched it, he was shocked by a buzzer that Chander was holding in his hand.

Chander let out a hearty laugh. Bastian had loudly hit his back on the side of the ship, attracting Asuka's attention, which in turn made her chuckle out loud. "Just my luck." Bastian spat.

"Ha! You should have seen your face…" He pointed, laughing hysterically. He wiped a tear, before turning to Asuka. "Ah, I feel...a bit bad now."

"I wouldn't if I were you. He's a miserable old…" Asuka swore, which was censored out.

Chander shrugged. "Eh, I guess that's true. It just, err, wasn't the best of first impressions."

Asuka turned to him. "If you feel that bad dude, just apologise."

Chander looked anxiously at Bastian, who was tipping his fedora slightly. Chander then shrugged, not caring enough. Bastian's demeanour hadn't changed since he had shocked him. He didn't look that affected.

The fourth and final boy in the room had overlooked everything that went on. He was a rather normal looking boy, with a round chin, almond brown eyes and a small nose. The most prominent feature he had was the long scar running from his right eyebrow to ear. He also had short brown hair, which looked as if it had been quickly combed with not much effort.

It was clear that he must have worked out. With prominent biceps and a hidden six pack, he looked very fit and strong. He wore a plain black shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, dark blue jeans and white Nike's.

The boy saw an opportunity with Bastian. He got up to him and sat by his side. Asuka and Chander were nattering away about some sort of Street Fighter video game. He tried his best to filter them out. Bastian had pulled out a book from his bag, which he was quickly devouring.

"The name's Dean." The boy simply said.

"What do you want, are you here to...to...push me in the ocean? Shock me? Shove me off of my seat?" Bastian sighed, fully expecting worse.

Dean looked puzzled. "No, I'm just here to ask if you're ok."

"Why do you care?"

"Last time I checked, being electrocuted isn't too fun." Dean pointed out.

"Tch. It isn't. It's just what I expected when I signed up for this show though." Bastian said, as he lifted up his head from the book and looked out of the window, into the ocean.

Dean peered outside the glass too. "I suppose it isn't too bad then, if you were expecting pain."

Bastian didn't reply, which seemed to be the norm for him. Dean thought of what he was going to say next. He needed to meticulously plan out what he was going to say to make Bastian like and trust him more.

"I understand if you don't want to talk to others."

"Then why are you talking to me?"

"I suppose I'm quiet as well. We introverts have to stick together." Dean lied. He didn't think of himself as being an introvert.

Bastian seemed appalled. "Introvert? Introvert? Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I'm an introvert, you fool."

Dean silently cursed. "Apologies. I won't make that mistake again."

Silence hung over in the air. "What are you reading?" Dean curiously asked.

"An Agatha Christie novel, called They Do It With Mirrors. It's one of the few novels from her which I haven't read yet."

"Oh? Are you a fan of her works?"

Bastian scoffed. "Obviously, yes. She is a master when it comes to mystery novels. Every piece of work from her is perfectly crafted and delivered to form a wonderful entertaining, yet challenging book."

"She sounds like a good author. I'm guessing you're a mystery novel fan."

"I am a fan of everything to do with mystery. I adore film noir. Now, if you kindly would, please leave me to read my book in peace. I don't need you chattering into my ear constantly."

Dean nodded, not wanting to aggravate him. Dean smirked, glad he got a little bit closer to him. After all, Bastian seemed like he could be a good ally. Or well, somebody who would take orders with no questions.

Dean wandered over to Asuka and Chander, who were talking about their favourite Street Fighter characters. "Chun Li is definitely the best Fighter in the game. When she just, like, does a back flip kick to another fighters face like WAPOW! It's just so cool." Asuka clapped.

"Nah, you can't beat Ryu. He's iconic, with his hadouken." Chander debated back, with no rudeness in his voice.

Dean hadn't really played Street Fighter. "I do like Ryu. He seems like a tough fighter."

The argument continued, as Bastian quietly flipped the pages of his book in the corner.

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The second boat also had four people on it. The room had two benches instead of 1. On the right side of the room was a rather pale looking girl, who was very skinny. She had bright green eyes which stuck out, with long ginger hair in a braid, which was slung over her left shoulder. Many freckles dotted her pale cheeks as well. Thin rimmed glasses sat on her face.

She was wearing a short sleeved white button up shirt. Underneath, she had a magenta bow-tie under a pale green sweater vest. She also had a dark green and red tartan skirt going past her knees, white ankle socks, and magenta converse shoes.

She was staring rather intently at the boy next to her. Well, she assumed the person was a boy. He looked rather feminine, with smooth soft skin, kind black contacts in his eyes and long straightened hair which reached his hips. He looked rather serene and calm, with a slight soft smile on his face.

He was neither scrawny or muscly. The boy appeared adrogynous. The fact he was wearing a kimono did not help solve the mystery of his gender either. He wore a silky red komon with a green obi. He also wore a pair of white formal zori, which looked like sandals.

"Hey...is that a kimono you're wearing?" The girl asked, rather inquisitively. Her voice was meek and quiet. She had a clear British accent. Her name was Eileen.

The boy nodded. His name was Fuyumi. "It is indeed. I know that it is stereotyped that kimonos are women's clothing in western culture, but men can wear them as well."

Eileen nodded along. "Oh, sorry. It's just...err...I noticed the floral pattern and I was kind of curious."

"Ah, I suppose flowers are pretty feminine, yes? I do like the lavenders however. The pretty purple is really soothing to the eyes." Fuyumi calmly chuckled, as Eileen looked intently.

"Oh, lavender! We use that in our herbal magic! It's supposed to…" The girl started to clamour excitedly.

"Soothe and calm people?" Fuyumi finished for her.

Eileen looked even more excited. "Aaa, how did you know that? Are you a Wicca as well?"

Fuyumi shook his head, which Eileen tried not to let a groan out to. "No, I was simply taught the language of flowers when I was younger."

Eileen looked rather down. "Oh, well I suppose that's cool as well!"

"Forgive me for asking, but I'm not too sure what a Wicca is. I don't think we have that where I come from, in Japan." Fuyumi apologised, seeming very sincere. He bowed, hoping she wouldn't be too annoyed.

"Oh, I get that question a lot." Eileen emphasised. "Wicca is a religion! Well, every Wicca tends to believe in something a little different, so I can't really give you a set answer. But we all believe in the divine. I believe that the Divine is present in nature, that nature should be honored and respected. Everything from animals and plants to trees and rocks are elements of the sacred. We also believe in magic…"

When Eileen mentioned magic, the boy across from her couldn't help but join in. The boy had really short shaved black hair in no particular style. His eyes were bright green and somewhat big, giving him a semi permanent expression of shock and curiosity. He had small ears and a small nose as well.

He was somewhat skinny, with pale skin. He wore a plain white t-shirt with a black unzipped sweater over it, blue jeans and white shoes. Finally, he had a black cap which covered his hair. His name was Gianluca.

Gianluca shyly spoke: "Magic? Do you also believe in the paranormal?" He had a deep voice, with a stereotypical Italian accent.

"Err...well, yeah. There's a spirit world, which we can communicate through by seances. The departed and other spirits reside there…"

"Molto buona! It is paranormal!" Gianluca interrupted, as he clapped happily. "I need to find out more. Please tell me more."

Eileen looked taken aback. She was very happy to have someone who was really interested. "Well, there are many different types of magic in Wicca...there's divination, talismanic magic which can draw or repel spirits...folk magic…"

Gianluca zoned out when he heard Wicca. Not really thinking about what he was saying, he asked: "Wicca? Isn't that satanic?" He asked, now somewhat put off. He was raised Catholic and didn't like anything to do with the devil.

Eileen instantly looked annoyed. She shrilly said to him, "Satanic? Wicca is not satanic. We are the complete opposite indeed. We believe in peace and love and the 8 values…"

Gianluca gulped, realising he had made a mistake. Fuyumi whispered to him. "I wouldn't have said that, if I were you." He did not speak in a condescending tone, instead trying to give advice.

"...mirth, reverence and compassion…" Eileen rapidly fired at values at him. "There's also the rules of threefold! We aspire for good karma. Any malevolent or benevolent act you may commit will return to you three times as strong. Why would we want to perform anything malevolent such as satanism, if it would come back to us?"

Fuyumi decided to interrupt. "Eileen, I believe that it was simply a mistake. You shouldn't be too mad at him."

Eileen groaned. "I'm not mad. I'm just annoyed...at that stereotype. I hear it so much. It just gets grating."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Gianluca said, his voice whimpering very quietly.

Eileen sighed, pushing the glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "It's fine. I can't fault you for believing commonly taught stereotypes. Just please don't assume that Wicca believes in satanism."

Gianluca nodded many times. Feeling awkward, he got up and moved back to the bench he was originally on. He was annoyed at the fact that he had already angered somebody, but it seemed as if she had forgiven him. A flustered Gianluca stared at Eileen, who was smiling as she talked to Fuyumi.

"You shouldn't feel too embarrassed." A deep voice rumbled from next to him. Gianluca turned around to see a somewhat shorter boy. He had sharp cheekbones, deep-set light-brown eyes, a hint of stubble, and a crooked nose. His skin was a bit lighter than the clay brown colour. His hair was slightly longer than most other boys, reaching the back of his neck. It was a brown similar to his eye colour. He was quite wiry, but had somewhat broad shoulders.

He was wearing an Oxblood leather jacket, a short sleeved navy blue t-shirt, beige canvas work pants and well-worn brown leather walking boots.

"Huh?" Gianluca asked, confused.

The boy, Henri, continued to speak in his calm demeanour: "You can't help the fact that you made a mistake."

Gianluca shrugged. "I guess not. It still really annoyed her though."

"And? You were just trying to find out more about her culture. How can that be so bad?" Henri asked, trying to reassure Gianluca.

Gianluca nodded. "If you say so...I guess I shouldn't feel so bad."

Henri smiled. Gianluca started to rummage through his bag, before pulling out a notepad. He flipped through the pages, before scribbling something down rather quickly. His handwriting looked messy and was hard to read.

"What are you writing about?" Henri asked.

"Err...it's not much. It's just about my investigations." Gianluca said, sounding a bit more confident again. He had mellowed out, but now he was sounding louder. Henri was still confused. Gianluca got up and looked out of the window, before scribbling something down again. "My paranormal investigations! I spend every moment looking for ghosts or other spirits. My trusty notebook contains some of my findings."

"Ah, ghosts." Henri noted. "I used to be scared of them when I was younger. I'd have nightmares about them every morning."

"Scared? Scared! How could you be scared of them?" Gianluca shouted. "I used to think they were so...COOL! And I still do."

Henri chuckled. "I guess they are. I've outgrown my fears now though."

"That's good. Ghosts aren't scary. I don't know why people think they are. They're so interesting. And also cool." Gianluca repeated, as he continued to peer outside of the window.

"I agree. My culture is quite spiritual. We all believe in ghosts as well." Henri said, which really excited him.

"You believe in ghosts as well! Awesome! Incredible!" Gianluca clapped. "What's your culture though?"

"I am a proud Mi'kmaq." Henri smiled, glad to say it out loud.

Gianluca shrugged. "I've never heard of it. It must be cool though, if you believe in the spirits."

"Yeah, we are pretty 'cool.' We're just a small indigenous tribe near Nova Scotia." Henri said, not wanting to dive too much into his culture yet.

Gianluca oohed out loud. Quickly changing the topic, he shouted: "Do you see that black figure in the water?"

Henri then stood up and joined him. He noticed a dark patch in the water. Henri stared at it, unnerved. It was slowly approaching the ship. "Hmm...it looks like a whale to me." Henri said, knowing a lot about fishes and sea mammals.

"No! It has to be a ghost! Maybe it's a sea spirit...like a naiad. They're not exactly dead but..it's better than nothing. Or it is a literal sea ghost. A person who drowned in the ocean, perhaps?" Gianluca scribbled down quickly. The whale in the water swished it's tail upwards, which Gianluca did not see. Henri did, amazed by the sight.

Henri smiled, loving the sight of nature and animals.

All was now peaceful on the second boat.

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The third boat was a lot more hectic than the other two. A minor disagreement was occuring between some of the people on the boat.

A rather good looking girl was eyeing the door. She had tanned skin, bright green eyes and plump red lips. Her chestnut brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, which just reached her back. She had a lot of makeup on, having eyeliner, red lipstick and foundation, which was blended well. The girl also had an hourglass figure.

She wasn't scared to flaunt her good looks. She wore a black and red cheerleading costume which exposed her stomach and a bit of her midriff. To cover up a bit, she wore a black leather jacket. She also had red converse shoes.

The girl, Kylie, was sweating slightly, which she was attempting to cover up. She was also shaking violently.

The boy sitting next to her was focusing on. her. He looked somewhat feminine. He had a thin angular chin, shapely eyebrows and a turned-up nose. He had black monolid eyes with long eyelashes. His hair was black and styled in a combed over fade. He also had piercings in his ears and nose. The boy also had a slight coat of foundation on.

The boy was wearing a white newspaper print button down shirt, a teal blazer, black straight chinos and black cap-toed Oxfords.

"What's wrong, girl?" The boy, Jun asked. His voice was slightly high. He put a hand on her shoulder, which she did not protest to.

"N-nothing's wrong!" Kylie said, as she started at the ceiling. She looked quite green and queasy as well. The girl had a stereotypical basic American girl accent.

Jun took his hand off. "There's no point lying to me. I can tell when someone is lying." He stared at her head. She was sweating profusely now.

Kylie sighed. "Oh...it's just...I really really do not like the ocean. It makes me so nervous and scared…"

Jun frowned. "I get you girl. It makes me feel sick as well. I just don't like the motion of the boat."

"Wait, like, really?" Kylie looked hopeful slightly. It would be better to share her fears with someone, right?

"Yeah! And I hate being stuck in this disgusting ass room." Jun said, as he started to inspect this flawless fingernails. If any grime or dirt got stuck in them, he would start to panic.

Kylie nodded as well, the queasiness slowly quelling down. "Me too. It's, like, tiny. It is so not cool. There's like no space to cheerlead or dance. I hate it!"

"Wait, you're a dancer? I am as well." Jun looked happy.

"Yeah! Well...I mainly cheer but I do like to dance as well. I'm in a girl group at my school." Kylie said, as she began to smile slightly. "There's me and Tricia and Emily...oh, I'm just getting sidetracked now."

Jun shook his head. "Oh, tell me about them. I want to hear about them." Jun asked, wanting to distract her from anymore fear. It was working, as Kylie stopped panicking. She found that Jun was a very good listener.

From across the room, another girl smacked her hand on her head. Listening to their shallow conversation was making her really regret coming onto the show. She could only handle so much of their vapid talk. She peeked out of the window.

The girl Light, stared down at the ocean. "I wonder if I could pry it open somehow." She quietly monologued to herself. She sounded very serious and looked very stoic. Light looked for a hatch, but the window was nailed shut. Light sighed, slumping back on the chair.

Something fell odd to Light. Shivers crawled down her spine, as the sensation of being watched settled down on her. She turned her head, noticing a small pasty girl squatting on the bench next to her, gazing intently at her.

The girl was very small and skinny, with pasty skin that made her look quite sickly. She had no apparent disability, but looked quite unhealthy with muddy clothes and a malnourished figure. She had curly long hazel black hair that looked as if it wasn't touched, dark eyes with a natural eyeshadow and a small smile. She had very small facial features as well.

The girl was wearing a torn-up black shirt and baggy jeans with many holes. She had a pair of yellow gardening gloves, brown work boots and long black socks. Her clothes were very muddy, though the girl looked as if she didn't care.

Light looked a lot more well kept. Her hair was not as curly, but more wavy. It was strawberry blonde and reached her shoulders, with pink highlights at the bottom. Spiky bangs covered the right side of her face and eye. One long hair fell down, over her right shoulder. Her one visible eye was heavy lidded and bright blue.

Light was quite light, but not as pale as the other girl. She looked very athletic and muscular, with a slight curvaceous figure. Light was at average height for a girl. She wore a sleeveless camo overcoat over a red t-shirt and camo combat style jeans. She had a black single notched belt, which had a red sash draped over it. She also wore black leather gloves and a black knee-high leather boots.

The staring occurred for a few seconds. "What's your problem?" Light rudely asked the staring girl, Ingrid.

Ingrid had no reply. "Stop staring at me!" Light said, feeling increasingly more uncomfortable. Ingrid still had no reply, looking vacant as ever. "Please?" Light asked, slightly more nervous now.

Out of nowhere, the girl spoke. "I hear the tree's shout louder and louder, as time goes on." Ingrid said, finally paying attention again. Her face was quiet and meek. "They call for me. I'm coming, my children. I'm coming, my trees."

"Are you ok?" Light asked, with no hint of kindness in her voice.

Ingrid looked downwards. "I am completely fine. I'm just awaiting the time I can finally be with the trees...I bet they miss me. They must be so lonely. They wish to hear my voice."

Light looked even more worried now. "What, can you speak to the trees or something?" She then muttered 'weirdo' under her breath.

"I can hear them. They can hear me. But we hold no conversation." Ingrid said, sounding more ominous as the second passed. She then held her vacant expression again, before putting her ear to the window.

Light slowly got up and shuffled away to the 'so called morons.' "Oh...Maya...why did you make me join this stupid show..." Light muttered, Light decided that she'd rather spend her time with them over that creepy psycho. She sat down on the bench, staring blankly into space.

The first thing Light heard was…"We should totally ditch this place!" Kylie tried to encourage Jun.

"Hmm, I really want to, but what if we get punished?" Jun asked, with no hints of worry in his voice.

Kylie shook her head. "And? What will they do? Scold us? They wouldn't disqualify us or anything. We're too important to go right now!"

Jun chewed his fingernails slightly. "Well, if you say so. I do want to be out there, socialising. Not cooped up in here."

Kylie leaned up, no longer bounded down. She strutted to the door, inspecting the keyhole. It was clearly locked. The door was made out of oak wood and appeared as if it was rather old. It was slowly beginning to decay. "If we ram into really hard, we should be able to get through."

Jun knew this wouldn't work. "Ok. Will we do it at a count of three?"

Kylie nodded. "Just apply as much strength as possible. You ready?" Jun put a thumbs up. They got into position, bending down slightly, hands in front to protect their faces.. "Three...two…"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Light interrupted.

"Oh, hi! Why not?" Kylie said, in position.

"We've been locked in here for a reason. I doubt they'd want us wandering around." Light sneered, sounding condescending. "You'd get punished and hurt as well. Then you'd be voted out for being a liability, because you lack the brain cells to figure out that running head first into a door would seriously hurt yourself."

Jun frowned. "You don't need to be so rude about it!"

Light shrugged as she sat down. "Well, it's the only way I can get into your tiny pea sized brain. Would you like me to sugarcoat it nicely next time?"

Kylie shook her head. "No, no...it's like, you just don't need to be so condescending."

Light smirked…'a big word for a slutty cheerleader like you', she thought. She opened her mouth before...

"Hey, you look strong. Are you into fighting?" Jun didn't want anymore arguments, so he quickly interrupted them.

Light nodded, as she showed her bare arm. "Yes, I am a martial artist. I'm mainly into savate and sambo…"

"So cool! You'd be able to break the door then!" Kylie smiled, clinging onto hope.

"I wouldn't do such a thing." Light sneered once more.

"Why not?" Kylie curiously asked.

"For the exact same reasons I just listed. Not that I'd expect a brain dead bimbo cheerleader like you to remember…" Light spat, still sounding stoic as ever. The last phrase was quieter, but the pair still heard it.

Jun frowned once more. "Girl, you did not just say that."

Kylie looked furious. With her eyebrows furrowed, her cheeks burning up and her skin shaking, she shouted back: "Just because I'm a cheerleader doesn't mean I'm a moron! You're just too shallow to realise that not everyone follows stereotypes to a tee."

"Really?" Light belittled her. "I bet you love your makeup and fashion and guys…"

"What if I do? I can have more than a few interests. Just because I may like makeup and fashion, doesn't mean I like other things." Kylie said rather quickly, her voice becoming a lot louder.

"I never said you couldn't." Light simply said back, not once losing her cool.

"And...I also like a lot of other things anyway, like... repairing motorbikes and science and karate. I could turn it around on you and say that you're a moronic muscle head who only cares about your stupid sports.." Kylie rambled on, still very angry.

Light realised she was losing. She shut her mouth, flustered slightly. She moved along the bench, not wanting to deal with them anymore, despite her being the one who started the argument.

"That's it, move away, you coward." Kylie spat, before saying some more inappropriate things that could not be aired.

"Just let her go. There's no point dealing with her, she's just here to aggravate us." Jun said, trying to calm a visually angry Kylie down. Kylie took a deep breath, before sitting down once more.

With tensions high in boat 3, the camera panned to boat 4.

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The fourth boat was also quite hectic. A small 'nerdy' looking girl was peering eagerly out of the window, at the ocean. She had two large curious brown eyes, with a pair of thin rimmed glasses. The girl, who's name was Marcie, had a sharp pointy nose, thin lips and rather red cheeks. Her hair was an auburn colour, being messy and pouch. It was pulled into a messy ponytail, with a wide variety of coloured hair ties.

Marcie herself was rather small, standing at 5'4. She was pale, with red spots over her nose, ears and elbows. She was wearing a short sleeved fluffy violet sweater, black leggings, white striped socks and purple running shoes.

"Oh I just love the ocean." Marcie pondered, as she watched the waves ripple. She sounded as if her nose was permanently blocked.

"I love the ocean too." A deep husky voice shouted next to her. Marcie was brimming with excitement. She turned around to hear: "It's just so easy to dunk nerds like you in there."

Marcie let out a small 'eep.' The deep voice belonged to a rather lean boy with light brown skin. He had shaggy black hair that was untamed covering his right eye. His visible left eye was hazel, with hints of red. He had freckles all over his nose as well. The boy had two piercings on each ear, with no earrings in them.

The boy, who's name was Preston, was covered with burn scars all over his arms and legs. His outfit was also quite sooty. Preston had a black beanie covering a lot of his hair, a gray long sleeved shirt (though the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow), and dark blue jeans. He also had beige construction boots and brown gloves. The gloves were covered with ash.

Preston was menacingly flicking a lighter on and off which intimated Marcie. "H-hey, that's s-so rude." Marcie shouted back. "We bullies...I mean nerds...don't appreciate being bullied by people like you."

Preston grinned at her pathetic attempt for a comeback. "Oh, I'm so sorry. What are you going to do, throw a book at me?"

Marcie shook her head. "N-no...why would I do that?"

"Because you're too scared and weak to throw a punch. I've never met a nerd who's fought back before." Preston said confidently.

"I-is that a bad t-thing that we don't fight?" Marcie said, nervously.

"It just shows that y'all have no balls." He sneered at her.

Deciding she had had enough, she shouted: "And? I'm not an easy target...j-just because I...won't fight you." She said, feeling her confidence plummet. "Just leave me alone, you saddo." Preston shrugged, not really caring. He could have stayed there and teased her a bit more, but he had decided that he had enough anyway. Preston stood up and walked to the corner of the room, where he started to flick his lighter on and off again.

Marcie looked out of the window again, admiring the ocean once more. "It would be so cool if I saw a sea dragon...oh...imagine if I saw Syldra! Or a Merrow! It would probably sink our boat though…" Marcie said, laughing at herself. Her laugh was a snorting noise, which sounded very awkward.

A girl next to her was eavesdropping. The girl was Japanese and had quite a baby face. She looked very young and worried. Her eyes were a dark hazel brown colour, her face was round like a bowling ball. She had silky black hair tied into a bun. Her facial features were very tiny as well.

The girl's name was Neena. She barely reached 5'0 and was very thin as well. She was wearing a dark purple shirt, with a small picture of the solar system on it. She was wearing small skinny jeans and fluffy purple socks and trainers.

With a big gulp, Neena finally said: "H-hey...I t-think that th-the ocean is p-pretty cool." Her voice was very shaky and quiet. Marcie was sitting directly next to her and just about heard her. "R-really? You like it too? You're not joking are you...like that horrible boy before." Marcie clapped, seeming extremely excited.

Neena looked troubled, as she continued to speak: "Y-yeah! It's vast and empty...j-just like space." Neena said, as she pointed to her shirt. She was struggling to speak any louder.

Marcie desperately wanted to impress her as well. "Oh...oh...I love space as well! So many good books, games and movies are set there! Like the Star Wars saga and Star Trek and the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy…"

Neena was rather overwhelmed by Marcie. The girl was rapidly speaking, saying a word every second, making it hard for Neena to understand her. "I-I'm not t-that into those...series...I prefer t-the realism of i-it all."

"That's cool as well!" Marcie clapped, eager to have another person who shares similar hobbies to her.

"Did somebody mention astronomy?" Another voice piped in. A girl named Olivia couldn't help but overhear when one of her hobbies was being mentioned. She was a rather normal looking girl, with a peach skin tone, brown small eyes and black waist-length hair. Nothing about stood out too much, except for the rose pin adorned in her hair.

She was quite tall and slender, almost standing at 5'10. Olivia was wearing a plain white t shirt, pink floral skirt and pink ballet flats. Like Marcie, she also wore glasses, though they were square and black.

Neena nodded slightly, not wanting to speak up. Marcie noticed her nerves and pitched in for her: "Oh, oh yeah. Neena here loves it."

"Ah, a fellow fan, I see." Olivia noted, pushing her frames up her nose. "Well, if you are a true fan, you should be able to answer my questions. What is the exact velocity on Pluto?"

Neena's eyes widened. She began to sweat gallons of water, her legs shaking. She didn't handle pressure well. "Hey, that's such a hard question! That's so unfair." Marcie cried out, wanting to protect her friend.

Olivia shrugged. "I want to find out what she knows."

"B-but, you can't just spring questions on her like that." Marcie argued back.

"Is she mute? Do you speak for her?" Olivia asked, as she had still not heard Neena's voice. Marcie quickly shook her head. "Well, I want to hear her. Not you. Now answer my question."

Neena was clearly panicking. She looked down, trying to hide the fact that her eyes were welling up with tears. "Err...I d-don't really know. Is-is it...1.4 km/s?"

Olivia laughed. "Wrong! It's 1.212 km/s. You clearly are not a genius." Tears started to fall down Neena's face even more now.

Marcie had had enough. "I-if you've just come here to be snobby and condescending, you can g-go."

Olivia squinted at her. "Well if my company isn't appreciated, I shall just do that then." With that, she stood up and wandered over to Preston, who was now trying to kick the door open.

"Don't worry, Neena. That was a really hard question." Marcie tried to reassure Neena, who was no longer crying. She just looked ashamed and nervous, as she hung her head down low.

Olivia did not approve of what Preston was doing. "What do you want, teacher's pet?" Preston asked Olivia, as he eyed the lock on the door.

"How mature of you." Olivia calmly said back. "I was just asking what you were doing to this door."

"Wow, I wonder what I could be doing." Preston sarcastically replied, as he tried to pick the lock. He then waved to the room. "I'm trying to get out of this hellhole."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"I don't know. I was hoping I could blow it up, but they confiscated my explosives. I could burn it down though..." Preston said, as he pulled out his lighter once more.

Olivia scoffed. "Then what? We'd all die in a fire. Or choke to death from the smoke inhalation."

"Yeah...we could just like...jump into the ocean which we happen to be sailing on." Preston replied, clearly not paying that much attention to her.

"Wouldn't we drown? Not all of us are strong swimmers." Olivia noted, sounding even more snobby than ever.

Preston rolled his eyes. "Well, we'd get the life rafts and sail to the island."

"And how would that be any better than being cooped up in this room?" Olivia said, which was really infuriating Preston.

"Just leave me alone! I'm trying to focus on this CENSORED door." Preston said, as he pulled out a long metal stick from his pocket.

Olivia sighed, walking to the end of the bench. "Well, if I'm not appreciated here, where else am I to go?" She sighed as she sat down. The boat gently rocked, as the camera panned over to the fifth boat.

---

The fifth boat had 5 people, instead of 4. Hence, the room was considerably larger. There was more space to move about and bigger, more comfortable benches.

A rather pale boy was currently combing through the room, inspecting every bench for any oddities. His search was proving fruitless, as he hadn't found anything yet, but he was determined to keep looking.

The boy was very muscular, reminiscent of Lightning from season 4. He had dirty blonde hair which was combed both ways, so you could see all of his forehead. His eyes were a very dark brown colour, looking almost black. The boy also had a lot of blonde stubble on his chin.

He was quite tall at 6'0 and somewhat heavy. The boy was dressed in all black, with black pants, a stained black shirt and hard leather gloves. He had a bright blue utility belt which was filled with gadgets, such as a screwdriver, torch and grappling hook. He also wore a necklace with three purple medium orbs, which were actually smoke bombs.

This boy was named Quip. Next to him, a very tall muscular African American boy. He had fuzzy medium length black hair and dark brown almond shaped eyes. His face looked very serious, with furry eyebrows, long lips and a stuck up nose. Noticeably, he had a black tie back headband and war paint on his cheeks.

He was wearing a torn dark green workout sweater, with torn black pants and dark brown hiking boots.

"What are you doing?" The other boy, Tristan barked out. His voice was very firm and loud.

"I'm gathering intel...on this room." Quip said, as he got down on his knees and looked underneath the bench. Flashing his torch, he saw that there was nothing there. He leaped back up again, before he started to inspect the window.

"I demand to know why you are gathering intel." The bossy boy asked once more, commanding him to answer..

Quip looked at the screws on the window. He pulled out a screwdriver and started to poke the screw. "I need to find out if there's a way to escape." He poked his tongue out, focusing on the screw. "This could be...a challenge...or a test."

Tristan thought otherwise. "They'd tell us if it was a challenge. There's no need to worry. I'd just relax if I were you, young man."

"There's no time to relax!" Quip replied. His screwdriver was proving to be quite useless. "We have to expect the unexpected. And this seems like it could be an opening twist."

Tristan disagreed. He didn't like to be wrong. "It really would not be, kid. We just have to wait for the eventual orders of the hosts." He decided to not call him a young man anymore.

"Ooh, kid. I like that. It's better than 'young man'." Quip smiled. "Anyway, you can think that it isn't a challenge, while I'll think that it is one. I need to perform my duties anyway."

"Duties? Tell me about your duties!." Tristan demanded, as loud as ever. His eyebrows were furrowed, worried about what he was going to say.

Quip put a thumbs up. "I'm a spy!"

"You're a spy?" Tristan sounded confused.

"Yeah. Well, I'm a self proclaimed spy. But that doesn't mean I'm not one."

Tristan frowned. "Isn't that just make believe? If I were you I'd cut this act out and get my head in the game. There's no time to act silly."

Quip didn't look annoyed. He looked as optimistic as ever. "Oh, it isn't make believe. I am a spy. I've trained for years now." He emphasised once more. Quip then bounced away, investigating the other side of the room.

Tristan frowned, annoyed at the silly game Quip seemed to be playing. He looked up to see a rather athletic girl racing up down in the small space that they had. She had been jogging up and down for quite a long time now. She didn't even seem out of breath.

The girl had ivory white skin. She had chestnut brown hair which was surprisingly spiky. Her hair had been tied into a high ponytail with a red scrunchy. She had a pointed nose and almond shaped blue eyes. She looked quite happy, glad to be running apart.

The girl was somewhat chubby, but she wasn't overweight. She was wearing a red letterman jacket, blue t shirt, brown jean skirt and red high tops.

"Do you mind not running?" A high pitched voice shrieked, with a rude tone. "Your shoes are really distracting. I can't think straight!"

The girl, Stella, stopped. She looked rather awkward, unsure on what to say. "Ah, erm, sorry. I didn't realise I was that loud…"

"Well you are. So stop!" The high pitched voice said once more. The girl had long black hair, with teal highlights, reminiscent of Gwen. However, they were done a lot more shoddily. Her skin wasn't as pale, being somewhat tanned. She had blue eyes as well, though she wore brown contacts. Her nose was almost always upturned and she had many worry lines.

The girl also dressed up like Gwen, wearing an almost identical outfit to her. She also had a plain black jumper with a green long sleeved shirt underneath. However, her black skirt was a lot longer. It reached her ankles, showing no skin at all.

Tristan observed their conversation. "Why are you running anyway? You should be focusing on the game and strategising! The game starts as soon as you board the boat!" The girl, Ursula cried back.

Stella was quickly turning very red. "Well...erm...I'm just training. Athletics is really important to me and…"

"But is it as important as Total Drama? Strategy is the only thing that matters!" Ursula shouted back.

Stella quickly shook her head. "I-I guess so...it's just I like to keep in shape."

Tristan decided to pipe into the conversation. "Challenge strength is also quite important, m'am. There's no point in being in a good strategic point if you're consistently losing."

Ursula looked annoyed. "You...are...wrong! You need to be cutthroat. You need to make big moves! You need to make allies! How can you do that if you're constantly winning? And I know how to do all of that anyway! I am a super fan!" The Gwen lookalike shrieked, piercing the other ears.

"Well, you're certainly not doing yourself any favours, m'am." Tristan shouted back.

"What?"

Stella looked quite awkward, just standing there. "Well...no offence, but you seem a bit rude...I don't think people will want to ally with you. Sorry!" Stella said, not wanting to be rude.

"I don't need your silly advice. Have fun being the first ones voted off." Ursula said, as she turned her back to them. She didn't want to hear them anymore. Ursula knew what was right, in her opinion. She didn't need to be educated.

Across the room, Quip had finally given up. He jumped onto the seat, scaring the final boy in the room. The final boy had a very round shaped face, with bright blue bulbous eyes. His skin was clear, but his face was very narrow and pointy. He had ginger hair in a high fade and a quiff.

The boy was also very skinny, like his face. He was surprisingly muscular, though you couldn't tell from the outside. He also had many red blotches all over his skin. The boy wore a white buttoned shirt, with blue jeans and red sneakers.

"Mission failed. I didn't not find anything." Quip said, still sounding rather happy.

The boy, Reynold, said: "E-e-erm, w-what were you doing?" He stuttered. His voice was very quiet. You could just about hear him.

"Searching the room for an escape method."

"D-d-did you try t-the door?" Reynold asked, still squeaky and quiet.

"Of course! I couldn't unpick the lock." Quip frowned. "Even with my equipment."

"Oh, t-that's a shame. I'm sure t-there must be s-s-some way to get out. You can't give up!" Reynold cried, rather optimistically.

Quip shook his head. "I've combed the room three times now. And I'm very observant."

"Oh, that's a shame." Reynold frowned for a second, before quickly smiling again. He noticed his utility belt. "A-are you a spy? Shouldn't y-you be h-hiding?"

Quip nodded. "Yeah, normally I'm in the shadows, hiding. Being sneaky. But...there's no good place to hide without seeming suspicious."

Reynold didn't stop smiling. "Oh, well, we're a-almost at t-the I-Island. You'll b-be able to h-h-hide soon."

Quip agreed, happily. Silence followed for a few seconds. Not much was happening on the boat, so the camera quickly cut to the final boat.

---

The sixth boat also had 5 people on it. This boat was a lot more peaceful, with no drama or arguments.

On one of the benches, a girl was viciously scribbling down on a notepad. She quickly looked up and around the room. The girl, Violet, was quite pale. She had thick framed black glasses, covering a lot of her face. Her eyes were dark brown and magnified. Her hair was neck length and black, being neatly combed. She had a rather professional look.

She was tall for a woman, at 5'8. She had a white blazer, a light brown undershirt, black jeans, brown ankle boots and a silver watch on her wrist.

A rather oblivious looking girl wandered up to her. This girl, Yui, looked extremely friendly. She had a toothy smile, a bouncy spring in her step, a confident posture and warm demeanour. She had a very round shape, with brown almond shaped eyes that were wide. Her hair was dark blue, that reached down to her armpits. She also wore black circular glasses.

She was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, with a black cardigan, sweatpants and rubber flip flops. "Hey!" Yui called out, waving widely. Violet put her pen down and looked up, a serious expression on her face. She then showed a bright smile. "Whatcha doing?"

"I'm just writing about the boat and people on it." Violet said, seeing no reason to lie. "I'm a journalist. I'm documenting my experience on this show."

"That's awesome! So you've written about me?" Yui asked, tilting her head slightly.

Violet still kept her smiley face, though gears were whirring in her mind. "I've just put that...you seem like a really sweet girl. It's not much so far." Violet lied. In reality, she had written: A rather obvious looking girl, who seemed quite vacant. She looked...dreamy and distant. Not a threat or villain at all.

"That's so sweet! You look so smart and friendly!" Yui clapped. Violet was obviously lying, though Yui failed to see this.

"Thanks!" Violet said, as she continued to scribble. She crossed out some words and replaced them with others. Yui peeked over her shoulder. Violet quickly lifted the pad up, meaning Yui couldn't see it.

"Aww, are you hiding your work from me?" Yui asked, as she peered intently.

"Err...yeah, sorry. My work has to remain confidential until published. I'm sorry. It's just what the boss says." Violet lied once more. She really didn't want anyone to see her observations. That would cause many people to dislike her.

Yui nodded. "I understand. You wouldn't want to break any rules!" She said, oblivious as ever. She then skipped away. Violet smacked her head, before writing again. Yui seemed to be too kind. Violet pulled out a camera, took some photos, before putting it away.

Across the room, a girl was doing a handstand against the wall. She tried to inch forward off of the wall. She looked very easy going. She had relaxed brown eyes, a little grin and small nose. Her chin was smooth and her skin was tanned. She had straight golden brown hair which went down to her back.

The girl was very curvaceous and tall, at 5'11. She wore a low cut silver v-neck t-shirt, with a black and yellow diamond patterned pleated skirt. They were held up by deep red suspenders. She also wore red knee high socks and black Mary Janes.

A rather concerned looking boy was watching her. Her was a 'pretty boy'. He had hazel eyes and shaggy brown hair that was gelled up. His face was angular, with his chin being very defined. Though he was somewhat handsome, he looked rather mediocre and didn't really stand out. He was just about taller than the other girl.

He wore a white v-neck t-shirt as well, with a black unzipped hoodie. He also had wore denim jeans and black and white sneakers. He had an obsidian chip necklace as well.

Zane said to the girl: "You're going to make yourself sick if you continue, ya know. The motion of the boat and the rushing blood will make you vomit."

The girl, Xanthia wandered about on her hands. "I...am...completely...aware..of...that." She struggled to speak. She then fell over, slamming onto the floor.

"Why would you do it then?" Zane asked, somewhat curious.

Xanthia stood up, somewhat dizzy. "Haven't you ever wanted to do a handstand in a boat? I just wanted to experience the feeling."

"Even if it made you sick?"

"Yeah. It's not like it matters in the long run. Nothing matters at the end of the day. We all just die, whether you like it or not. Everybody is just a tiny blot on the long timeline of the Earth." Xanthia went on a tangent.

"Oh, that's a pretty interesting way to look at things." Zane said, already put off a bit by this girl.

The nihilist shook her head quickly, before jumping again. "It really isn't. I just want to entertain myself in the moment. Now...if you excuse me…" Xanthia said, as she kicked her legs to do a headstand.

Zane realised that whatever he said, it wouldn't change her mind. "So that's why you came on the show? It's interesting how we all came here for different reasons."

"Sure." Xanthia said, feigning interest. "It's cool…"

Xanthia gulped, the blood quickly rushing down. "...how everyone has different ideologies. It's a shame how those ideologies don't really matter and will be long forgotten about hundreds of years in the future."

Zane nodded, unsure what to think about this girl. "Really? Many religions that originated from centuries ago still exist today."

Xanthia then crushed on to the floor, still not feeling the need to be sick. "Those religions are on a ticking time bomb. When the counter hits 0...boom! They'll be long forgotten." Xanthia said in a muffled tone, laying face down on the floor.

Zane shrugged. "Well, I get where you're coming from…"

She quickly interrupted him. "Hey, why did you join the show?"

He looked somewhat annoyed he was interrupted, but the expression quickly faded. "I came to win." Zane said, sounding very determined. "I'll do whatever I can to make it to the final...ah...as long as it's fair and in the rules."

"Oh, I don't care if I win or not." Xanthia shrugged. "I'll probably make it to like Episode 10 before I dip."

"You'll quit?" He looked very surprised and even somewhat angry. "But why would you do that?"

Xanthia picked herself up, now bored of laying on the floor. "Well, there's only so long an island can entertain a girl. Once I grow bored...I'll guess I'll just move on."

Zane still looked annoyed, but he chose to ignore those emotions. "If you don't want to participate, there's no point forcing yourself to go on."

The nihilist nodded. She opened her mouth before hearing…"ATTENTION EVERYBODY!" A loud voice called out, piquing the rest of the contestants' interest. Most stopped talking and turned around, curious to who was speaking.

An averagely height boy with an impish grin and ruffled brown hair popped up. He had a very round face and with round dark bluish grey eyes. Faint freckles dotted his

cheeks. When he showed his cheeky smile, apparent dimples appeared. He also had a thin nose and small ears.

He was quite lean, being somewhat muscular. He was wearing dark blue jeans and blue button up shirt. The top two buttons hadn't been done up, revealing a black tank top underneath. He also wore black tennis shoes.

"Do I have your attention everybody?" The cheeky boy smiled. "I am Will Hawthorne, your resident thespian of the season!"

Violet scribbled down something rather quickly. Zane looked interested, while Xanthia was contemplating whether she should do a cartwheel or not.

"Ooh! Thespian!" Yui repeated, a beaming smile on her face. "Will you put on a play for us?"

Will nodded. Deepening his voice, he said "Of course, m'lady. I'd do whatever you'd want me to." He showed off his acting skill rather well.

This completely flew over Yui's head. "Wow, you have a really deep voice." Yui giggled. Xanthia smacked her hand with the palm of her hand.

Will put on that voice once more. "Yes, of course. Isn't it...sexy?" He said, waggling his eyebrows.

Yui was lost deep in thought, trying to think of a movie or show. "What sort of acting do you do?" Zane asked, having never heard of him.

Speaking normally, Will replied: "Oh, I just take part in the school plays. I'm not really a big actor. One day I'll make it though!" Will shouted, sounding determined. "Will Hawthorne will be a household name. I'll have a late night talk show and merchandise and adoring fans...it'll be great!"

"Well, you certainly have big ambitions. I'm sure you can make it." Zane reassured him.

Will looked flustered, though something seemed a bit off. "Aww...thanks." He said, showing his acting skills off once more. "Once I win and become famous, I'll donate money to all of you guys!"

Yui clapped. "Aww, that's so kind of you!" Yui clapped. "I'll help you win! Then I'll be able to fund my school's anime club. What would you guys do with the money?"

Zane shrugged. "Oh...I guess I'd just use it for college."

Xanthia didn't really know either. "I'd probably splash it all on luxury items and spend it all in days."

Violet looked up, no longer writing. "That doesn't sound too smart. Surely it'd be better to have a long term plan?"

Xanthia didn't look like she cared. "I try not to think too far in the future. It doesn't matter anyway. Like I said, nothing matters in the long run."

Violet went back to scribbling. Yui asked her, "What would you do with it Violet?"

Violet looked up, not expecting someone to talk to her. "Oh, I'd just used it to further my journalism career."

"That's cool." Yui clapped.

All of a sudden, the boat came to a sudden halt. A rather obnoxious screeching noise could be heard, deafening some of the contestants on the boat. A few contestants quickly scrambled to the windows, to see that they had finally arrived at the island.

---

The island could be described as beautiful. After the artificial island of Pahkitew and the radiated island of Revenge of the Island, the natural island looked beautiful. A steep rugged mountain stood tall at the centre of the island. Snow blanketed the peak. Surrounding the mountains were rows of lush verdant trees, blending together. The trees created a sea of green leaves, blocking sunlight from getting to the island. Serene sandy beaches wrapped around the island, creating a somewhat tropical feeling. On the other side of the island was the mysterious Lotus Hotel, though it was out of sight for now.

What could be seen was the typical rickety dock on every season of Total Drama. On it was a singular woman. The woman was of African American descent, having dark ebony skin, frizzy black hair in an afro and clear skin. She had a rather infectious bubbly smile, plump cheeks and warm almond brown eyes.

She was somewhat round. She wore a purple tuxedo and long purple trousers. Both items were covered with glitter. She also had purple tap dancing shoes and plain white gloves.

This woman was Arisa, the brand new host of the season. She stretched her arms out, before announcing: "Welcome to Total...Drama...Letter Leap!" She shrieked, looking very happy to be standing on the dock.

"I am your brand new host, Arisa Caldwell, bringing you a brand spanking new season of your favourite programme!" She said, as she slowly wandered to the edge of the dock.

"Here on Total Drama, we have 26 brand new teenagers fighting it out to the death. Only one will be crowned Victor…" Arisa started to shout. "Ah, I'm only joking. 26 teens will be sorted into teams. They'll compete in challenges and the losing team will have to vote one person out of the show."

Arisa said, her grin even wider now. "They'll live here on this lovely Tavauvusi Island here…" She waved to the island. An aerial shot of the island was shown, revealing a murky swamp, sandy craggy area and a brief flash of the strange hotel at the edge of the island. "For 30 days, where'll they have to deal with disgusting Camp food…"

A strange bubbling brown stew appeared.

"Strange animals…"

A rather large rat scurried across the soil of the forest.

"Tough challenges…"

A very high cliff was ominously shown.

"And more importantly, each other! Well, why don't we meet our new victims...ahem...I mean contestants!" Arisa said, smiling directly at the camera now. The cruise slowly drifted along to the dock. The camera quickly cut away, before appearing again with a makeshift bridge attached to the dock.

"Let's meet our first contestant...Asuka!" Arisa waved to the excited girl, who quickly dashed down the dock.

"Hey guys, your resident punk rocker best girl Asuka here!" Asuka winked playfully, before she pulled out a guitar. She enthusiastically strummed it, though no noise came out because there was no amplifier.

Arisa clapped politely. "Good show! I can't wait to see you actually play!"

"Yeah! What should I play first?" Asuka pondered, as she fiddled with the strings of her guitar. "Oh, I know...Fade to Black by Metallica! That's a classic!"

Arisa clapped. "Well, hopefully you'll be able to play soon. Next we have our film noir enthusiast, Bastian!"

Bastian quickly wandered down the dock, looking down. He tried to mask his face from the camera, but it got a good glance before he could cover it. He stepped next to Asuka, who was at the edge of the dock.

"How are you feeling Bastian?" Arisa said, whom he ignored. He stared directly at the floor. "No comment? Sheesh. Touchy. Anyway, next we have Chander..."

Chander bounced down the bridge. He offered a hand out for Arisa, who didn't shake it. "Hey, n-nice to meet ya."

"Hello! You can't fool me. I know your tricks." Arisa giggled.

"Oh, damn." Chander sighed. He patted her on the back, dropping something there. "Well done on thinking ahead."

"Aaa!" Arisa shrieked. "Spider! Spider!"

A fake spider dropped out of her tuxedo, onto the floor. Arisa frowned. "Oh, you almost gave me a heart attack."

Chander was on the floor, laughing hysterically. "Ha, that was too easy." He said, wiping tears from his eyes.

Rather embarrassed, Arisa announced: "Next, we have...err...Dean!"

Dean strolled down the bridge. "Thanks for accepting me on the show." He offered a hand out. Arisa shook it, glad that there were no tricks.

"It's a pleasure to have you here." Arisa replied politely.

"Heads or tails? If you guess incorrectly, can I win an immunity idol?" Dean asked, hopefully.

"Tails and no...we can't do that." Arisa shook her head.

Dean sighed. "It was tails anyway." He strolled over to Bastian, who was still brooding.

"Now we have our resident witch Eileen."

Eileen looked nervous as she walked down. She approached Arisa. Something slipped out of her pocket. "Oh no, my tarot cards! Sorry!" She scrambled for them, trying to be as quick as possible.

"Witch? What, like, voodoo magic?" Asuka asked, looking very confused.

"Oh no, I'm a Wicca. I assure you I mean no harm." Eileen said, trying to be reassuring. This just confused Asuka even more.

"What's that?"

"Girls, Girls, I'm afraid we're on a tight schedule here. You'll have to explain later." Arisa said, shooing Eileen along as she put the cards in her pocket. Eileen opened her mouth in shock, before shutting it again.

Arisa looked at the bridge, as the next contestant gracefully wandered down. "Fuyumi...welcome to the show!"

The others were confused to see a man, as Fuyumi sounded fenimine. Fuyumi bowed in front of Asuka. "Oh." Arisa looked flustered. "Finally, someone who will treat me with the respect I deserve…"

"Respect isn't a right, it's a reward." Bastian sighed.

Fuyumi started at Bastian, analysing him. He then turned to Arisa. "I can't help but thank you for giving me the opportunity to participate."

Arisa smiled. "Your welcome. It's great to have you here."

Fuyumi then wandered to Chander, who was now standing up. He shook his left hand vigorously, disappointing the prankster. "Good luck in the game."

Chander sighed, looking at the buzzer. "Couldn't you have shaken my right hand?"

Fuyumi did not hear him. He wished every contestant good luck, before standing at the edge of the crowd. "Now we have Gianluca."

Gianluca quickly rushed down the bridge, looking somewhat bored. "How was the boat ride?" Arisa asked politely.

Gianluca stretched, yawning. "Absolutely boring! I didn't see anything paranormal! Not even one phantasm! I felt like falling asleep."

"Paranormal? Phantasm?" Arisa looked confused.

"Oh, an illusion or apparition. They're very common." Gianluca said, as he pulled out a strange looking device.

"What's that?"

"A ghost tracker." Gianluca said, as he slowly wandered to the crowd. The beeping on the device slowly grew louder as he wildly swung it about. Arisa just shrugged, even more confused.

Arisa watched the rather tall boy walk down the bridge. "Now we have Henri…"

"Hello! I wish to represent my culture well!" Henri smiled, as he shook her hand. He cried out to the camera "The Mi'kmaqs, I already miss you!"

"I'm sure you'll represent them well." Arisa smiled hopefully.

"Thank you. How much longer will it be until we get to explore the forest?l

Arisa smiled. "You'll be able to in an hour, I imagine."

Henri nodded. Arisa noted how short the conversation was. "Now we have Ingrid."

Ingrid quickly rushed down the dock, trying to run past Arisa. She blocked her way, which made Ingrid cry out.

"NATURE!" Ingrid shrieked. "I've been deprived of nature for so long. It beckons for me. They beckon for me!"

Ingrid got many confused looks. Arisa raised an eyebrow. "You'll be able to visit the forest soon enough…"

Ingrid sounded as if she was on the verge of tears. "Too long! Too long! They'll get angry! Very angry!"

Arisa gave a worried smile. "Just...join the crowd please. It'll be ok." Ingrid begrudgingly joined the crowd, small tears dropping out of her eyes. "Now we have...Jun!"

Jun swaggered down the bridge, very confident. "Oh my god. Your outfit looks amazing." Jun said, as he admired the tuxedo. "I wish I could wear it! It looks fabulous!"

Arisa giggled, appreciating his kind words. "Thanks! I just loved the glitter."

"Yeah, it really compliments the shade of violet." Jun said, adoringly. "The fabric looks so good as well."

Arisa giggled once more. Jun clapped over his mouth. "Eek, sorry. I just love fashion so much."

"Same, same." Arisa nodded. Jun wandered to the slowly growing crowd. He stepped next to Ingrid, who was crying hysterically even more now.

"Are you ok there?" Jun asked, concerned.

Ingrid shook her head. "No! I need to see the plants. If I don't see them soon...they'll get angry. And you know what they do when they're angry? They get filled with bloodlust."

Jun took a step back, overwhelmed by the crying girl.

"Now we have Kylie!"

Kylie skipped down the bridge, pom poms in hand. She waved her arms in the air, lifted her legs, jumped up and did the splits, before landing and down a bridge kickover. Her cheerleading routine warranted many claps.

"Amazing!" Fuyumi clapped.

"Woah!" Asuka smiled.

"That was great!" Henri kindly said.

Kylie grinned. "Thanks! You'll be seeing more of where that came from." Kylie flirted, before winking. She bent forward slightly, showing her body.

"I can't wait for some more of your routines." Arisa felt obligated to say. She pointed to the crowd, where Kylie bounced to.

"Now we have Light! Welcome!"

Light walked down, looking even more serious than usual. "Thanks." She said, with no hints of gratitude in her voice. She then wandered to the crowd, where she stood a few steps away from everyone else. She was clearly not happy.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Arisa teased.

"I'm just not in the mood to talk." Light frowned. "Can we hurry this up please?"

Arisa shrugged. "If you say so. Here's Marcie!"

Marcie skipped down the dock, rather dorkily. She tripped over her feet, warranting laughter from sort of the other contestants, such as Chander and Gianluca. She turned bright red like a tomato.

"HeythanksforacceptingmeIneverthoughtI'dgetontotheshow!" Marcie quickly said, taking no pauses between each word. Arisa didn't get a single word of that "Sorry, I tend to speak really quickly when I'm nervous."

"I understand. This is a pretty big thing." Arisa said, trying to empathise, but failing.

Marcie looked around eagerly. "Hey, where's the hotel?"

"The Lotus Hotel? We'll arrive there shortly."

"Cool! The hotel looks great! It reminds me of D&D! We're going to go on a quest!" Marcie rapidly spat out as she skipped to the edge of the dock.

Arisa looked at her watch. "Now we have...Neena!"

Neena walked down the dock, looking very nervous. She tried to hide her face, ashamed she was sweating so much. "H-hi." Neena put out. She looked as if she wanted to pass out.

"Hi Neena!" Neena waved. Arisa could easily tell how nervous she was. Trying to make her feel more comfortable, she said: "I heard you liked astronomy."

"I do…" Neena said. "I-it relaxes me."

"The night skies here are amazing. You can see all the stars and planets if you look hard enough." Arisa said, as she pointed to the sky.

Neena looked up. "R-really? That's great!" Neena said, sounding perkier.

Marcie noticed Neena. She quickly ran over to her, pulling her into a tight hug. "Neena! I missed you!" Marcie pulled as hard as she could. Neena looked very overwhelmed.

"I o-only just saw y-you 15 minutes ago…"

Marcie nodded. "I know! Isn't that long?"

Neena looked nervous again, as the pair of them wandered to the crowd. Arisa looked at them, somewhat worried for Neena. "Well, now we have Olivia."

Olivia strutted down, looking somewhat arrogant. "Hello Arisa. I remember watching you on that Celebrity Quiz Show…"

"What, mastermind? I didn't do too well…" Arisa looked ashamed.

"I know. I scored higher than you. 25 to 6." Olivia bragged.

Arisa looked even more embarrassed now. "Aha, well done."

Olivia continued on. "It was easy really. Anyone who knows the basic history of the art of classical music would do well."

Arisa had decided she had enough. Meekly she said: "Oh, you'll need to go to the crowd now…"

Olivia shrugged. "Ok then. I wouldn't want to delay us for any longer."

"Our next contestant is Preston!"

Preston swaggered down the dock, trying to look as cool as possible. He smirked, thinking he looked so tough. He was greeted by the laughter of Kylie, Chander, Gianluca and even Light.

"He thinks he's so cool." Chander smirked.

"Ah, does he think he's tough?" Kylie wondered.

Preston looked angry. "I'll knock anyone who laughed out! All it takes is one fist." He grumbled menacingly, looking very annoyed.

Arisa looked worried. "Violence is prohibited. Any violence will result in the kicking of the attacker off of show."

"I'd like to see you try." Preston spat. He then gazed at the island. "It looks trash here. I can't wait to burn it all down."

This upset quite a few. Eileen shrieked. "You can't do that!"

"Don't hurt the trees! Don't hurt the trees!" Ingrid repeated.

"Please don't disrespect nature." Henri calmly replied.

Arisa frowned. "Purposefully damaging the island will also result in forced removal."

"Geez. Lighten up." Preston rolled his eyes. He stormed over to the rest of the crowd, which now had 16 contestants.

Arisa prayed that he wouldn't do anything. She was beginning to regret accepting him onto the show more and more every second passed. Arisa tapped her foot as she called: "Our seventeenth contestant is Quip!"

Silence followed. Nobody came out.

"Quip? That's your cue!" Arisa called out, to no response. What was taking him so long? She tapped her foot more aggressively, as the time slowly passed.

"AAA!" Kylie screamed, piercing the ears of many others. Arisa quickly turned her head, worried about what possibly happened.

"What, it's only me?" Quip winked from the audience. Arisa let out a sigh of relief, happy nothing of seriousness had happened.

"Jesus, you totally gave me a heart attack!" Kylie said, as she bent over, out of breath.

Arisa looked somewhat curious. "How did you sneak your way to the crowd?" Arisa asked, somewhat confused.

"Ah, a spy never reveals their secrets." Quip smirked, looking proud of himself. "And where's the fun in that, anyway?"

Arisa shrugged. "I suppose it would be more interesting to leave it as a mystery. Anyway, next we have...Reynold!"

Reynold shuddered down the dock, looking very nervous. He fiddled with his hands as he walked up to Arisa. "H-hi everybody." He whispered.

Reynold was met with a chorus of different greetings, all sounding quiet monotone. However, this did make Reynold feel slightly more confident. "Hi Reynold! Are you excited for the game?" Arisa greeted him.

"Err, y-yeah. I can't wait to...show my strength." Reynold said, as he pretended to flex his muscles. He was met with a few chuckles. He didn't look very strong, in fact he looked somewhat weedy. When he heard the chuckles, he hung his head low.

"Oh, I'm excited to see what you can do!" Arisa tried to make him feel better. Reynold didn't reply, instead walking off to blend in to the crowd. "Well, it's time to introduce our next contestant...Stella!"

Stella practically sprinted down the bridge, displaying her impressive speed. She rushed past Arisa and joined the crowd, not before muttering a small, "Hi."

"Oh, hi Stella! Where are you off to?" Arisa waved.

Stella looked down, unsure on what to say. "Oh...I just wanted to speed this up. I'm so excited to start the game! I don't want it to take any longer!" Stella lied. In reality she was just unsure of what she was going to say to Arisa and was scared she would mess up.

"Well, we'll be starting very soon, so there's no need to worry." Arisa assured her. "Next we have Tristan!"

Tristan marched down the dock in an orderly fashion, wasting no time to admire the island. He loudly announced: "Thank you for accepting me on the show! I'll do my duty to do as well as I can." Tristan shouted, with an intimidating glare. He didn't sound that grateful.

"You don't need to be so loud!" Arisa announced. "But you're welcome."

Tristan marched over to the dock, where he stared dismissively into the sky. Marcie looked at him, noticing his height. "Wow, you're so tall! And muscly!" Marcie admired.

"Yes, I am. I've trained in a survivalist camp for many years now. It's helped keep me fit and muscly." Tristan said, as he flexed, which made Marcie giggle.

"Wow, you'd definitely have enough MP to cast a sunburst spell!" Marcie said, which confused Tristan even more.

Arisa interrupted their conversation. "Our 21st contestant is Ursula!"

The Gwen imitator, Ursula, strutted down the dock. "Wow, you really look like Gwen!" Arisa complimented her.

"I know. I based myself after the objectively best character in the show, Gwen. And if anyone were to disagree, you are automatically wrong." Ursula spat her words at the crowd.

"Oh, wow. I think that…" Arisa started.

"Don't disagree! I don't need to hear your inferior arguments! I already know I am correct because I am a super fan!" Ursula declared, putting her hands over her ears.

Eileen spoke up, deciding she had had enough. "Isn't it a bit weird that you're cosplaying as a real person?"

"This is not cosplay!" Ursula shrieked. "And it isn't weird. Gwen should be honoured that I decided to change myself to look like her! She must be amazed!"

Eileen muttered under her breath, "I just find it a bit creepy."

"Well I don't! You're wrong! Now don't talk to me!" Ursula said, as she approached the edge of the crowd.

Silence followed. Ursula was given many dirty stares, which she ignored. Arisa gave an awkward smile, before saying: "Violet! It's time to come down!"

Violet walked down the bridge. She looked confident, having a warm smile and good posture. "Hello, Arisa. I'd like to request an interview with you in the near future."

"Well, along as it doesn't violate any of the rules in my contract...sure!" Arisa said, as she shook her hand.

"Thank you." Violet curtsied. "You'll help make my journalism even better."

Violet observed the island, before scribbling something down very quickly. "I take it there's meant to be a hotel?" Violet asked, as she brushed her hair behind her ears.

Arisa nodded. "Uh huh. You'll be able to see it by the end of day."

"That's good. I'm very curious as to what it may be like." Violet said, as she looked at the crowd. She did some intense scribbling, before putting the notepad in her pocket. She smiled to the crowd, before joining them.

Arisa smiled. "Now we have...Will!"

Will sauntered down the dock, looking rather dramatic. "Romeo, romeo, where art thou Romeo?" He cried out, putting on a very fake over the top voice. "That was kind of cheesy, wasn't it? I'm sure I could have thought of a better line to read out."

Arisa looked confused at his sudden self awareness. "I suppose so. Shakespeare is overdone, in my opinion."

Will ruffled the back of his hair. "Yeah, I hate Shakespeare."

Awkward silence followed for a few seconds. "You're looking amazing today, my love." Will said, putting his deep voice on again. "Did you style your hair differently today?"

Arisa raised an eyebrow. Where was this coming from? "Yeah, I never have my hair styled in an afro." She sarcastically replied. Her afro was one of the key parts of her image.

"Well it looks absolutely splendid." Will replied, now putting on a fake posh British accent. "I ask that you keep your hair that way."

Will then slinked away into the crowd, which caused Arisa to roll her eyes. What was that all about? "Our third to last contestant is Xanthia."

Xanthia didn't walk down the bridge. She was standing on the edge of the boat. Rather stupidly, she jumped into the cold ocean, in a perfect swan dive. Arisa shrieked, worried that she'd jumped into shallow water. "Somebody help her!"

Xanthia did not emerge from the water. Arisa was panicking even more. She ran to the edge of the dock, scanning the water desperately. "Xanthia? Xanthia? Are you there?"

The contestants also looked somewhat scarred. "Oh n-no, sh-sh-she's been swept away!" Neena cried out, also clearly panicked.

Henri looked concerned. "What if she jumped into rocks? She'd be pierced!"

"Don't say that! She's got to be ok!" Arisa cried, hyperventilating now.

"Reality is often disappointing." Olivia simply said.

Eileen looked down. "She's been a while now…"

"You're really not helping!" Arisa cried out. She was about to jump in the water when...Xanthia popped up, looking relatively unharmed.

"Ah, that was so refreshing." Xanthia said, as she pulled herself up to the dock. She wrung her hair, soaking the dock. She then shook violently, spraying water everywhere.

Arisa let out a deep sigh of relief. "Why on earth did you do that?"

Xanthia shrugged. "I just felt like it."

"You could have died. You could have slammed into sharp rocks!" Arisa said, emphasising on the danger of it all.

"Shame." Xanthia said, as she laid down on the dock, hoping to dry herself even more. "I'm not that moronic. I assessed the water beforehand. It looked pretty deep to me."

"What if your assessment was wrong?" Arisa cried.

Xanthia shrugged. "It would bring a short end to the misery of life. As I say, nothing matters at the end of the day."

Arisa let out one more deep breath. "What's all the hubbub about?" A new voice cried out.

"Yui, you're meant to wait for me to call you!" Arisa said, as Yui innocently climbed down the bridge.

"Oh, did I break a rule? Sorry!" Yui said, rather absentmindedly. "I just heard screams! And I don't like screams...they scare me!"

Arisa gave her a hug as she walked up. Yui embraced her warmth, giving a big hug back. "Everything's ok, things just got a little heated."

"It's all good though, right? You don't need to worry anymore! Just be happy!" Yui squealed.

Light grumbled. "You're hurting my ears."

"Sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! Sorry!" Yui repeated once more. She pulled out of the hug, which she was very good at giving. Yui joined the crowd.

Arisa felt better now. That hug did really help. Her heart was finally beating at a normal pace now. "Finally...we have Zane!"

Zane quickly walked down the dock. "How funny. I'm the last one out, but I'll be the last one competing on the island." Arisa admired his confidence.

"So you think you can win? Many contestants think that, but we've only had a few winners emerge from the crowd." Arisa asked him, curious to see what his response was.

"Unlike them, I know that I can win. I have full faith in my abilities!" Zane said, aware he was being somewhat cocky.

"Well, I'll be rooting for you…" Arisa biasly started. "As well as everybody else! Anyone can win!"

"Except for that astronomy freak." Preston quickly responded.

"F-f-freak? Am I a-a freak?" Neena asked, looking even more upset now.

Marcie shook her head. "You are not a freak! Ignore that bully!" Marcie quickly defended her.

"Simmer down children!" Arias shouted over them. "All 26 of you are now accounted for on this island! We can finally start the game!"

She was met with a round of applause and excited cheers. Total Drama was finally back on air again!

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Surprise! Sorry this took so long to get out! I've been planning every chapter out and stockpiling the first few episodes of the story. Hopefully updates will be bi-weekly, but if I can, I'll post them earlier.

Let's get onto the chapter itself. I'm going to ask a few questions and hopefully you'll be ok with answering them in the reviews.

1. Were there any stand out characters yet?

2. How did you find the introductions and chapter?

3. Did I write your character well? Is there any way I can improve them?

4. Do you have any critiques on the chapter as a whole?

Also, I'm sorry if you character didn't receive as much screentime as others! Hopefully I'll be able to give everyone more when the challenges and game start, where they're not just stuck on a boat.

Here's the list of the OC's:

Asuka (The Badass Rocker)

Bastian (The Film Noir Expy)

Chander (The Spooky Prankster)

Dean (The Opportunist)

Eileen (The Eclectic Witch)

Fuyumi (The Yamato Nadeshiko)

Gianluca (The Paranormal Aficionado)

Henri (The Mystic)

Ingrid (The Creepy Gardener)

Jun (The Androgynous ABC)

Kylie (The Badass Cheerleader)

Light (The Standoffish Martial Artist)

Marcie (The Obsessive Geek)

Neena (The Astronomy Fan)

Olivia (The Young Braniac)

Preston (The Demolitionist)

Quip (The Self Proclaimed Spy)

Reynold (The Quiet Optimist)

Stella (The Awkward Athlete)

Tristan (The Self Righteous Survivalist)

Ursula (The Superfan)

Violet (The Gotcha Journalist)

Will (The Mischievous Actor)

Xanthia (The Wonderful Nihilist)

Yui (The Innocent Girl)

Zane (The Strategist)

I know this is quite long for a first chapter. The second chapter will be a bit shorter and will be out in two weeks, hopefully. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I shall see you soon!