A/N: Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter of my first Total Drama fiction I've published ever! This is also the first story I've put on the site in over 2 years and I'm super pumped to get on with the second chapter of Blizzard! Every story needs a conflict and in this chapter, conflict you shall receive. This one's more from Mike's p.o.v over in Vancouver and in the next chapter we hop over to Zoey again finally getting on the plane. Yet again Total Drama does not belong to me, I just write stories for it, and with all that said welcome to chapter two! Read and review!

~Blizzard Chapter Two~

Mike

"So what was it again that you told Zoey not to bring?" Mike's Mom asked as she walked briskly across the crowded carpark. She weaved between parked cars, clutching her handbag to her side as she squeezed between a yellow Toyota. "A towel, no mugs and blankets, which we already have at home," she recalled, counting off her fingers. "And a…" She trailed off vacantly.

"Pillow." Mike reminded her gently, slipping his wallet into his jeans pocket. "We thought it would be too much of a hassle to get it through customs and onto the plane."

"Reasonable enough." Mike's Mom said with a shrug, stepping out of the carpark and onto the pavement that lead into the mall's entrance.

Mike fixed his eyes on the mall, towering above him and then through the automatic doors before him, drinking in the sight of the sprawling crowds of people, some idling about, enjoying some lazy window shopping, others hurrying off in all directions, racing to finish some last minute jobs. Mike was here today himself to do the latter. And with Zoey arriving in Vancouver tomorrow he didn't really have much time. It was a good thing he didn't really have that much to do, just pick up a few things she needed to make her stay with him comfortable. Mike was still having a hard time coming to quips with seeing Zoey for the first time in over a year tomorrow, he thought the day would never come. Mike breathed in the chilly winter air and sighed a happy sigh.

Tomorrow would be the best day in a long time.

To his right, Mike heard him Mom hide a chuckle under her breath and he felt his cheeks tinge pink.

He wasn't the only one excited to see Zoey.

The automatic doors slid open and Mike was greeted with a wave of warm air as he stepped inside. He reached up a hand to unzip his dark blue jacket, shrugging it off his shoulders and tying it around his waist.

The heaters would definitely keep him warm.

As he walked he looked around the mall he had been coming to since he was a kid, remembering waking up early to come here for book signings or coming to get an exciting peek at the newest gadget at the electronic store on the second floor. The mall had seen recent renovations, with a new furniture store and clothes store upstairs. New cafes had popped up here and there on the first floor and the food hall had grown substantially in size. But although the mall was still in the process of renovating, it really hadn't changed that much at all. The grocery store and donut shop still stood proud, as did Walmart.

It was the same place Mike remembered as a kid, just busier.

"Okay Mike," Said Mike's Mom above the noise of the crowd, over the sound of cutlery scraping against plates in the food hall and the continuous chatter of the crowd. "There's a few things I need to get for tomorrow's dinner. Your Dad's going to be making a roast for when Zoey gets here. You okay to go get Zoey whatever it is she needs, hon?"

"Yeah, I know exactly what she needs so I won't take long!"

"And you're okay for cash?"

Mike lifted his wallet from his pocket. "All good!"

Mike's Mom smiled. "Alright, sweetie." She lifted her hand and shook her wrist. Her sleeve slid down her arm and nestled into the crook of her elbow. She peered down the length of her nose at the watch attached to her wrist, reading from the illuminated watch face. "It's 12 'o clock now, so maybe try and meet me at the donut shop at about 1 o' clock." She tugged her sleeve back over her arm which was already breaking out in goosebumps despite the warmth of the mall. Despite living in Canada her whole life, she'd never been one for the cold. "Is that gonna give you enough time?" She asked, rubbing her shivering shoulders.

"More than enough." Mike said with a quick nod. "She doesn't need much, she reckons her Dad's freaking out cause she's packed half the house."

Mike's Mom nodded, a trace of a smile on her face. "Alright, honey, catch me on one of the red stools where they serve the coffee." She yawned, blinking her eyes wearily. "Momma could definitely use some coffee."

"Sure thing, Mom!" Said Mike, eager to get going. "See ya in an hour!"

"Bye, sweetie." His Mom called back with a wave as he dove into the crowd and started making headway for Walmart.

It wasn't too far to travel, from where Mike was shoving through the crowds leading in from the main entrance of the mall, if you walked past the donut shop where Mike was to return to at the end of the hour and cross a tiny gadget shop with trinkets for mobile phones, it was only a 5 minute walk.

Walking past the donut shop was always tempting, the smells of baking sugary treats and cinnamon being sprinkled on freshly baked fritters was almost enough to draw anyone in, but considering Mike's Mom would be sitting down to enjoy a coffee there in just a little while, Mike kept walking. She never left the place without buying at least a dozen to take home. He could wait.

In no time Mike strode past the pop-up gadget shop, passing Mrs. Lee, the full time shop attendant he had known for as long as he could remember, and flashed her a smile as he walked on past. She gave a small wave, not taking her eyes away from the customer she was consulting and attempting to sell a pink phone case to. She didn't need to, she'd known Mike since he was a kid and could recognize the sound of his footsteps from a mile back, even in a densely populated shopping center.

And at last Mike passed into Walmart, nodding at a sales clerk who greeted him as he walked towards the Kitchen Supplies section to his right. He passed between the aisles and eventually settled on the most emptied one, the third one, and marveled at how little kitchen stock there seemed to be. But luckily there seemed to be plenty of mugs and Mike leisurely strolled the aisle, looking for one that Zoey might like, picking up mugs that stood out to him, one printed with a watermelon design, one with eye catching patterns, checking their handles and looking for any chips or cracks.

Eventually he decided to settle on one shaped like a rabbit, painted a glossy white where it's fur stood out under a blue jacket that covered everything from it's mouth to just above the rabbit's painted on feet. It had a pink button nose drawn onto it's face with two eyes dotted above it and two short ears that stretched out from the front of the mug. Looking down into it's contents, Mike could see a small plastic bag filled with hot chocolate mix and a handful of mini marshmallows.

It was cute and Zoey loved cute things, it was perfect!

Mike cradled the mug in his hands, slipping his fingers between the yellow handle around the back that stood just above a ceramic cotton tail.

He had forgotten to on the way in but maybe it would be better to get a basket, seeing how clumsy Mike knew he could be at times.

Mike turned on his heel, a smile on his face.

So far this supply run was looking up.

And Zoey really loved hot choc-

CRASH!

Mike groaned as all the breath left him as something crashed into his middle, a wheel running over his foot, sending a sharp, hot pain through his leg. He grit his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut as he jumped onto one foot, his hands darting to his injured appendage in unison.

He cried out a low 'owww!' which was accompanied by the soft tinkling of breaking ceramic and the crunching of glass as he hopped about on one leg.

"Oh my god, Sir!" Came a woman's panicked voice from in front of him. And suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Sir, are you alright? I'm so sorry!"

Mike's eyes opened.

The woman appeared to be in her mid-forties and she flitted about a disregarded trolley that had rolled into the Kitchen Supplies shelf. He guessed she hadn't been paying attention as she turned the corner. She had a wallet in her hands and was tearing it open, her fingers rapidly flicking through a small wad of brightly colored bills. She retrieved a small note and held it out to him, waving it slightly in front of him.

She took one of his dark hands between her soft, pale ones and pressed the note into his palm. "Take it, sonny, I didn't see you there." She closed his fingers around the bill. "This should cover the cost."

"H-huh?" Mike mumbled, still in a daze, releasing his foot from his grasp. His eyes fell on the money in his palm. "Oh, um, no, no!" He said desperately, reaching out and tucking the woman's money back into her still open wallet. He couldn't take her money! "Honest mistake, honestly I am the clumsiest person you'll ever meet and I-"

Mike's lapsed into silence as the lady's words sunk in.

"This should cover the cost."

Did that mean…?

Mike's eyes flickered to the ground.

The mug was on the ground, shattered to dust, ceramic crushed in with hot chocolate mix and squashed mini marshmallows that he had dropped and no doubt ground into oblivion with his own feet.

She smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry about that, sweetie, it looked like a good one."

Mike nodded with a small laugh but more than anything he felt disappointed, Zoey really would've loved that mug. But it wasn't the end of the world. "There's plenty more mugs to choose from," Mike reassured her while trying his best to sound cheerful. "I'm sure I'll find something!"

"You sure you don't want me to pay for it?" The lady asked tentatively, her hand perched on her wallet.

"Bah, they're only 5 dollars!" Mike assured her, waving his hand. "I'll be fine! Have a great rest of your day!"

The woman smiled, retreating to her trolley and tugging it away from the shelf. "You're a great lad, and you too." She tucked her wallet away into her jacket, hands on the trolley and she turned to leave the aisle.

Mike turned back to the shelf, eyeing the watermelon print mug again which would've been just as perfect if it didn't have a razor sharp crack tracing along the lip of the mug.

He sighed.

A minor set back, the rabbit mug would've been really cool is all. Mike looked along the shelf at all the other plain mugs and sighed, even the patterned one was filthy.

He frowned, placing it back down on the shelf and he raised an eyebrow.

He felt weird, something was definitely up.

He couldn't really explain how he was feeling in words but he guessed he was feeling similar to when he was feeling kind of... what…?

Frustrated?

Mike gasped.

"Are you okay?" Came a concerned voice.

He looked up and saw it was the woman from before who had tried to give him money, who still hadn't left the aisle, running towards him. She grabbed his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Did the glass hurt you?" She questioned, her voice drenched in worry.

He opened his mouth to speak but instead found himself moaning as he surged forward clutching his back.

Why was his back suddenly hurting so much?

He looked at the woman from under his brow who's distorted figure shimmered before him and his head began to swim.

What on earth was happening, and why did she look so…

Blurry?

Mike swayed from side to side.

And then everything went blank.

OoOoOoOoOo

The next thing Mike knew was bright lights and an frustrated voice.

But something was different, he felt dizzy on his feet.

Somehow, in a completely unexplainable way, Mike's ears and eyes felt weird, changed, almost as if they didn't belong to him, like they belonged to someone else.

Someone much... older?

And his back!

Suddenly Mike came to.

He whipped his head around, casting his surroundings with what was probably a very comical look of bewilderment on his face.

This wasn't the Kitchen Supplies aisle.

From the look of it, this was the Gaming section, with rows and rows of shelves stacked to the brim with various titles and limited editions.

But what was he doing here? How had he gotten here?

Mike glanced at his hand, a polka dotted mug was clutched tight in it's grasp.

Where did that come from?

"Listen, gramps," the clerk reasoned, wringing his hands nervously. "I can't have you driving away customers. I know kids can be frustrating sometimes but you can't scare them away from buying my games. You're chasing away my rent here."

"Huh?" Mike groaned, his hands flying to his ears, his fingers trying to block out the noise which seemed louder than usual. "Wh-what?"

And just like that, as if someone had flicked a switch, the store clerk was angry. "Is this some kind of joke? Don't you have anything better to do?" He tapped his finger furiously on the desk and whispered to himself under his breath heatedly. "Goddamn teenagers with way too much time on their hands."

"Look, umm, sir," Mike moaned, massaging his still aching back. Maybe he'd blacked out from the pain or something. But the pain really isn't that bad, Mike thought to himself. It hurts but not black out in the middle of Walmart hurts. "Did I pass out just now?'

The store clerk scoffed. "Did you pass out just now?" He parroted in a mocking tone.

"That's what I'm asking," Mike pressed, rubbing his still bleary eyes. "Sir." He added when he met the store clerk's blazing glare.

The man looked like he was about to blow a fuse. "Look, kid." He huffed in a dangerously fiery tone. "If your idea of 'passing out' is causing a commotion and screaming at other customers the moment they pick up one of these video games," he gestured to the generous display of various video game surrounding them with a careless hand. "Then sure, you 'passed out'." He spat with a roll of his eyes.

"I," Mike whispered, forgetting about his back and his slowly clearing vision. "I-I yelled at people?" Mike lifted a palm to his throat. Now that he thought about it, his throat felt sore, definitely like after you screamed at someone or when you went to the hockey and your favorite team won.

But that couldn't be right.

Mike?

Yelling at people?

That didn't sound like him.

"What was I yelling?" Asked Mike desperately. He needed to figure this out now.

"You tell me!" Yelled the red faced clerk. "You were screaming just five seconds ago!"

"Okay! Okay!" Mike waved in hands in defeat, looking at his surroundings wildly, praying that not too many people were staring. But he guessed it wasn't as big a deal as whatever the man claimed to have occurred five seconds ago, because no one even bothered to look. Mike walked the short distance to the sales desk, steadying himself by placing his hands on it, much to the distasteful expression of the clerk. "Sir," he began. "It's really important to me that I know what I was doing a few moments ago. Can you please tell me what I was yelling before?"

"You're punking me again!" The man grumbled with a deep set frown "I know there's a camera somewhere!" He started pointing at random locations with an accusing finger. "One of your friends is probably filming me right now! I'm calling security!"

"Sir, please!" Mike begged, taking one of the man's hands. "It's really important!"

The man yanked his hand away fitfully. "Don't touch me!" He boomed. "And you wanna know what happened, huh? Do all your friends and people who watch you on Youtubes wanna know what happened?" He cried, pointing in the distance over Mike's shoulder. "You made a huge scene, kid! You think it's funny to make fun of old people?"

"Make fun of old people?" Mike said, his head spinning.

What was he talking about?

The clerk made a big deal of hunching over, kind of like he had a bad back and cleared his throat, his hand hovering in front of him, shaking mid-air, almost as if he was holding onto an invisible walking stick.

"Come back here you young whippersnappers! Those idiot box interactives will melt your brain!"

"I-" Mike started but was cut off as the clerk continued with his re-reenactment.

"Don't touch me you hussy!" The clerk yelled in his raspiest, shakiest voice. "'ll call the police! Let's see how you like that, hey? Old people are tougher than you think, ya hooligan!"

"I talked like that?" Mike asked in utter disbelief. "Just now?"

The clerk's eyes narrowed. "Kid, you know you did, don't play dumb, it's not gonna get you off scott free."

All the color drained from Mike's face.

"Listen, kid," the clerk sighed, his voice surprisingly sympathetic, taking on a much gentler tone. "I know you kids these days feel this impulsive need to take videos and upload them to your Youtubes or whatever, but trust me, in 30 years time, this pranking stuff that you're doin' is going to ruin your life when they kick you outta school and you can't get a good job and you end up working at Walmart 6 days a week for eight dollars an hour all because you couldn't give up the jig when you were 15."

Mike blanked.

Where did that life story come from?

The guy looked like he was about to cry.

"Are you okay-?"

"Just get out of here!" The clerk sniffed as a customer rang the service bell on the other side of the counter. "Before I call security!" he croaked.

Mike didn't need any more motivation than that as he made way towards the exit back the way he'd come. But that didn't explain what the hell just transpired.

And what had just transpired?

Had…

Had he just become Chester?

No, unless the clerk had been lying. Maybe he had altered the story a little bit because whatever his commotion had been might've been too inappropriate or something too indescribable to relay back as anything but an old man wrecking havoc on poor kids just trying to buy some games for the weekend. But Mike couldn't see why he would lie, and him telling Mike about him taking on an old man persona just seemed too coincidental. Too uncanny. Too Chester. But his personalities were gone.

Right?

That was the way it was supposed to be. Mike's personalities had all come together to vanquish the evil that was Mal who so desperately wanted to get rid of him and take over Mike's body for good as the one and only personality.

And hurt Zoey.

Mike shivered.

But those days were over now.

In a whole year, Mike had shown no symptoms of having any of his personalities return.

And it had been nice.

Even though he had to admit that he missed them sometimes.

Even though having Svetlana flamboyantly draw attention to herself whenever Mike found himself doing something athletic or getting home to find a random number pressed into his palm that he knew Vito and Manitoba had weaseled out of some girl had been less than ideal and kind of annoying at times, Mike couldn't prepare for the loneliness he had to face in the weeks following the end of All Stars.

What people didn't know about Multiple Personality Disorder was that personalities developed as a means of helping a 'host' cope.

And having had Svetlana, Manitoba, Chester and Vito his whole life, Mike had marveled at how empty he felt, how quiet his head had felt for the first time in his life.

Yes, he had missed them, but he hadn't missed them enough to wish them back.

So what was happening?

Was it possible that Chester was manifesting on his own despite the very impossibility of that notion?

Chester was just as much purged from his mind as the others when they pressed that button together to overcome Mal. And Mike had gained their abilities and certain attributes when they had become him. It could be possible that he was just experiencing the remnants of the person Chester had been.

Or maybe it was nothing at all, just a coincidence.

Mike was no stranger to doing strange and bizarre things when he blacked out, personalities or not.

Maybe it was just another one of those things that he just wouldn't be able to explain, a one off situation.

With resignation, he decided to shrug it from his mind. There was no need to worry, he was sure it was just a coincidence.

Best not to tell Mom or Zoey and have them worry.

Mike made sure to pass through the Bedding aisle and grab a plastic covered pillow for Zoey as be headed for the self serve check out just a little ways to his left. Despite not being able to explain how he got his hands on the polka dotted mug, that meant he had everything he needed. And seeing as there was no queue, Mike walked straight up to the check out and buzzed his two items contently.

Despite today being kind of a funny day, he'd achieved what he'd set out to do.

As Mike bagged his items, paid and got ready to leave he glimpsed the time sitting idly in the top corner of the checkout screen.

12:55 p.m.

Perfect timing.

As Mike left the store he turned to look over his shoulder at the mug isle, where he'd blacked out and ended up at the other end of the store apparently shouting about video games. He guessed that meant he must've blacked out for a while.

A whole hour almost.

Unexplainable, but not something to worry about.

It was time to focus instead on getting back to Mom and getting back home.

And more importantly, getting ready for Zoey tomorrow.

Mike felt his stomach do somersaults.

In no time at all Mike had once again passed Mrs. Lee and had made it back to the donut shop. As she had said an hour earlier, Mike's Mom sat around the back of the shop perched atop a grubby red chair indulging in her a latte with long sips.

Sitting on her lap was a bag of a dozen fresh donuts, as Mike had hoped for earlier and he couldn't help but let a small smile light up his face. A silver trolley filled with groceries was parked beside her and for the briefest of moments Mike felt his heart drop.

It's nothing to worry about, he reminded himself. It was just a coincidence. Don't worry.

But he couldn't help but worry at least a little.

Mike's Mom waved as he approached and Mike mustered up his most convincing smile. He held up the two plastic bags triumphantly, placing them in the trolley as his Mom rose to her feet with a groan.

"That's definitely enough getting out and about today." She sighed, allowing herself a quick stretch. "Time to go home?" She said, turning to Mike.

"Yeah," Mike nodded briskly. "I still need to call Zoey tonight. There's still a lot to do."

His Mom pinched his arm playfully. "It's sinking in, hey? You finally get to see her tomorrow!"

Mike laughed, taking the trolley. "Thanks for helping me out today, Mom."

"No problem, hon." She replied, slipping her hand bag onto her arm and grasping the bag of donuts as they made way for the exit.

When they finally arrived at the car park, Mike's Mom signaled for him to stay.

"I'll bring the car around, honey. It's too far for us to return the trolley otherwise!" She yelled over her shoulder. "Give it about five minutes!"

"Okay, Mom!" Mike called back, noting that she had taken the donuts with her. It was probably a good thing too. She knew what Mike was capable of when left alone with delicious sugary donuts. By the time she'd brought the car around half a dozen would've already disappeared. But oh well, he'd get his hands on one the moment he was in that car.

Or 6.

A movement out the corner of his eye drew Mike from his thoughts and he looked to a zebra crossing only a little way from where he stood on the curb that lead out into the huge carpark. He watched quietly as who he supposed was a young father and his two children crossing the white and black road. The man was pushing a pram out in front of him, one of his hands holding onto the much smaller hand of his toddler son, bumbling along at a leisurely pace as they crossed the road to the safety of the almost deserted car park.

Halfway across the zebra crossing a young girl, maybe of about nine or ten, hopped across the road at a much slower pace, trying her hardest to only land on the white stripes as she went. The man called back to the girl and she called back in a squeaky voice, although Mike couldn't make out what.

Mike felt a wave of calm wash over him.

There was just something really nice about seeing families out and about, families doing things together. There was just something really peaceful about it.

And soon, Mike would be seeing apart of his family who he hadn't seen in a very long time.

Mike smiled.

Nothing could break him out of this mind set now. It was all good, he didn't need to think about troublesome things or things that came with elements of uncertainty.

Things were looking up and this time tomorrow, Zoey would be getting ready to jump on a plane to be with him at last.

Yeah, nothing could break him out of this happy, carefree, idle mindset now.

Not the blackout, not the argument with the store clerk, not even the Chester scare.

Not the black car approaching at top speed, the driver not paying attention, plowing straight towards the intersection, not seeing the little girl dancing across the zebra crossing.

And the next thing Mike knew, he was holding the little girl in his arms, who was squealing in delight, her father, on the verge of tears, thanking him over and over again.

"I have to go." Mike heard himself drone, as if he was very far away from his body, and he made his way back to the trolley without looking back, without recalling how he got there.

"Thank you, Maam!" the girl cried out to him over and over, and tugged on her Dad's sleeve excitedly. "Did you see that pretty lady save my life, Dad?"

Maam?

Pretty lady?

This couldn't be happening.

He jumped as his Mom pulled up in the car.

He couldn't think and he couldn't feel but he prayed that she hadn't noticed.

She didn't seem to, because in no time at all they had loaded up the car and he was sliding into the back seat, hoping she wouldn't catch sight of his undeniably solemn expression in the rear view mirror.

She started up the car, prattling away as she reached to wind up her window, pulling her scarf closer to her mouth as she went on and on about the cold.

She held out the bag of donuts to Mike. "You want one, sweetie?"

"No thanks."

"You alright, sweetie? Look like you've seen a ghost."

No, he hadn't seen a ghost but he might of well have.

"Just tired, Mom." He managed.

"Alright, honey. Guess that means you'll sleep well for your big day tomorrow then."

Her words hit Mike like cold steel.

Zoey was coming tomorrow.

Tomorrow.And there was no finding a resolution for this by tomorrow.

But why here?

Why now?

What in the world was happening?

Mike didn't know, there was no way he could possibly know.

But there was one thing he knew for sure and even if he couldn't explain it, one thing was set in stone.

Svetlana and Chester were back.

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A/N: Do you guys have Walmart in Vancouver? I looked it up on the internet but I still wasn't too sure. If not, take it as something I added in! We don't have Walmart where I'm from so I'm kinda going off what I've seen on t.v. and I'm assuming it's like Target, so yet again I apologize if it doesn't seem very Walmart-ish! The story's heating up and Zoey's finally gonna be staying with Mike in the next one so please review if you want more! It encourages me! Thanks again guys, your time is always appreciated! ~KennBoKenn.