Disclaimer: All characters and locations belong to Fresh Tv, Teletoon, Cartoon Network, or whoever owns these rights. However, all OC's belong to me as do any original ideas found in this story...so don't steal them...I'm serious...you have been warned!
This story is rated T for innuendos, cartoon violence, and mild cursing. There will be spoilers for all five seasons of Total Drama, so you have been warned. And just a reminder, do not try any of what you read at home. You could get really messed up.
~A/N~ To those who reviewed, thanks. It means a lot. As for the 'new characters', yes, they are OC's. However, I will try my best to make them entertaining. The story won't really work without them, but the Canon characters will be getting most of the main roles, or at least a few of them.
Also, this chapter will be shorter than the last, but the next one will make up for that, as it is the complete first challenge and the first elimination.
"And we're back!" said Chris gleefully. "Sorry to keep everyone waiting, not!" Chris let out his signature laugh. "And now that we're back from our break, I would say that it's about time to get this pain train out of the station, and what better way to do that than to add some new faces to the Total Drama cast.
Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Alright Chef, bring in the newbies. Chris gestured towards the campers on the beach in front of him, causing them all to look out over the lake. A few hundred yards offshore was the yacht, speeding towards the beach at full throttle.
"He'll stop the boat, right?!" asked an alarmed Noah.
"I...I think we better move!" screamed Brick, as everyone except Chris ran, or in some cases tried to run, to the trees on the edge of the beach.
When the yacht reached shore, it crashed up onto the sandy coast, mere feet from Chris.
The sharp host turned to the cowering campers. "These campers auditioned for one of our past seasons, but due to personal reasons that we will exploit to their full potential, they were unable to make it."
Anne Maria walked forward. "So are you tellin' me that I may 'a been a replacement?"
"Not that you may have been a replacement," added the host. "You were a replacement!"
The Jersey chick gasped in shock.
"Alright!" said Chris deviously. "Bring em' out Chef!"
The burly cook opened the cabin door and threw down a rope ladder that barely reached the ground. Chris walked over to the ladder as did his cameraman. By this time, the campers had returned to the beach and were rather excited to meet new faces. Chris proudly stood next to the yacht, and with a wide grin, started announcing players.
"He's an all-A student with a passion for golf! Give it up for Jordan!"
On cue, a tall and well tanned teen emerged from the cabin. His black hair and brown eyes were radiant features, and his camo jacket made it evident that he was an avid outdoorsman. Jordan didn't even need to use the ladder, as he had already taken a ten foot drop onto the wet sand.
"My man," said Chris. "How's it hanging?
"Low and to the right... but in all seriousness, I am stoked to finally be here," replied the teen.
"Hardee har har," Chris taunted. "Keep the innuendo at a low for now. There are kids watching this you know."
"Can't you just edit it out?" the teen joked.
"I would, but my editor quit. Either that, or he drowned last season, but it doesn't matter. Just go stand with the others."
"But don't you want to hear more-"
"Nope, cause our next contestant is ready for launch, and by that I mean he's the son of a NASA engineer. This guy's small, but he's smarter than the average bear when it comes to physics. Give a round of applause for Ethan!"
The lanky teen stepped out of the boat with a look of confusion. His curly brown hair and pale skin reflected the rays of the rising Sun, but his dark blue hoodie and pitch black jeans were a massive contrast to his bright face and hands. When he spoke, his voice was very soft, and he lacked confidence. The quiet teen began climbing down the ladder, making sure that he had a full grip on every rung. When Ethan reached the ground, Chris tried to coax him into talking.
"So, how's it going, dude?"
"Fine, I guess," the nerd replied. "I really lost interest in this game though. I don't really want to play, but I suppose you'll force me to."
"Correctomundo."
"Called it," sighed the teen as he dragged himself over to the group.
"Don't worry," assured Noah. "We're all pawns in this game."
"I know."
Chris spoke up again. "Now for our ladies! She's a county champion gymnast and uber generous farm girl with a strong moral compass. It's Samantha!"
Samantha steeped off of the ladder. Her hair was a rainbow of gold-orange that stretched down to her collar. Her vintage skinny jeans and tight, blue shirt gave her a pampered look. The sweet girl stood on the beach, looking over the other competitors, some of whom were staring in disbelief at her perfection.
"First things first," said Samantha in a gentle voice. "You would normally call me Sam, but since there's already been a Sam on the show, you can call me Sammy. Oh, and nice to be here."
"See everyone," said Chris with a smile. "This is how a real camper should act. No moping for miles around her. And also, you're smoking hot! Although I guess you get told that a lot."
"Well, I'm taken, so no luck for anyone on this island. And thanks for the compliment, even if it was sleazy."
"Just doing my job," continued the host. "Now, who's ready to meet our last contestant! She's a huge fan of everything and everyone, especially Total Drama! It's Sierra 2.0, Debbie!
Debbie spared no time in getting off of the boat. With an eager grin on her face, the fan girl rushed down the ladder in seconds. Her black hair, pale face, and red lips gave her a sophisticated appearance, but her clip-on fox tail and cat-ear headpiece took away any seriousness she presented. Her attire consisted of a red and blue skirt, leggings, and a Total Drama T-shirt.
The fan rushed over to Chris and grabbed his hand, shaking it with all her power.
"Oh my God!" She exasperated. "Chris McLean! I'm such a fan. I've seen all of your movies, even the crappier ones!"
Noah, Tyler, and Eva chuckled.
"Well it's nice to meet someone who...wait! What do you mean by crappy?"
Debbie had no time to answer the hosts question as she noticed someone in the group of silent contestants who caught her eye. "Noah! I can't believe it's actually you! I'm such a fan! You don't know how upset I was when you lost World Tour."
"Well," snorted Justin to the brainiac. "Looks like you have a girlfriend now."
"I don't think so!" replied the brainiac. "Debbie, you better keep your distance. I mean it. I'm not in the mood for conversing."
"Noah, don't be so sour. I'm nothing like that creep, Sierra," cooed the fan girl. "I won't invade your bubble. Your bubble is something to be honored and respected."
Chris suddenly interrupted. "I hate to break up such a juicy moment, but it's a half hour show. We have no time for," Chris snickered. "Noah's bubble."
The rest of the cast snickered along with Chris as Noah pouted in disdain.
"Alright," continued the host. "I have a ton of explaining to do, so meet me in the clearing about a mile to the west. It's game on!"
"So?" asked Justin. "What brand of hair spray do you use?"
"Boutique," replied Anne Maria in a dreamy tone.
"Same here. And what about eye-"
"Ugh," mumbled Noah, who was standing next to the lovebirds. "Could you two move a few steps away. Preferably into the mud."
"Sir," stated Brick to the bookworm. "I regret to inform you that rude behavior will not be tolerated on this team."
"There aren't any teams yet, Brick-for-brains," grumbled Noah.
"But I thought we were all one team until Chris-"
Suddenly, Tyler interrupted the cadet with a hand on his shoulder. "It's cool bro, just because we aren't on teams yet doesn't mean we can't work together!
"I agree," replied Brick.
"Teamwork is the key to success. That's what Coach always tells us when we're training for a big football game. He always says, carry each other's weight, especially Tyler's!"
Brick and Noah raised an eyebrow at Tyler's quote.
Ethan was walking behind Sammy and Jordan, who had been learning about each other's backgrounds as athletes.
"It's tough being new, huh?" asked the nerd.
"What?" replied Sammy, who was oblivious to Ethan's presence. "Oh, sure. What you said."
"I myself know that being new means that no one has any info on you," stated Jordan with a wide grin. "Use it to your advantage."
"Well," mumbled Ethan, "if you need someone to trust, I'm available. I'm really good at keeping secrets."
"I bet you are," said a peeved Sammy.
"Of course, my mom always says that secrets are dangerous to hold onto, but I could care less," said the lanky camper.
Suddenly an annoyingly familiar voice rang out from behind the group of newbies.
"Did you know that my great, great, grandfather Herbert invented secrets. Yah, before him, people knew everything about everyone. That's how wars started."
"Hey, Staci," said Jordan with annoyance. "I'd love to hear more about your grandpa Filbert-"
"You mean, Herbert?" the liar said.
"Yeah, him," Jordan continued. "Well, I would bet that someone else may have even more interest in him than I do, so why don't you go tell that someone else."
"Sure, but speaking of something interesting, it was-"
"We don't care," said Sammy in a rude tone that made the compulsive liar back away.
"So much for that sweet and generous Sammy I thought I knew," grinned Jordan.
"Well, Sammy can be sour too. Hmm, sweet and sour Sammy. I like that."
"Well it's in your aura. It's obvious that you are both very insecure about yourselves," said Dawn to the BFFF's.
"Again...how did you know that?" asked Katie.
"I read auras," replied the moonchild. "It's just a natural gift I have."
"What a load of crap," snorted Eva. "Aura, seriously."
"It's a naturally occurring phenomenon that occurs in all living things. If aura reading is as impossible as you say, then why can I see that your glowing need for dominance is spawned from your overwhelming desire to-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" screamed Eva in panic, her fist in the air.
"It's ok to go outside your boundaries."
"Well that doesn't mean you should know about it, fairy girl."
The campers finally reached the clearing. Chris, as always, met them with a wide grin.
"What took ya' so long," mocked the host. "I figured that some of you athletes would find this place much faster."
"Well," confessed Eva. "The weaklings held us back!"
"Fair enough," answered Chris. "Now let's get down to business. There are sixteen of you, correct."
Tyler raised his hand. "I only count 14."
"Did you count yourself?" Dakota joked with a chuckle.
"Yeah, and I'm not that stupid."
"Well, who's missing?" asked Chris without a hint of concern. "Oh wait, I see. It's Noah and the newbie girl. I knew there was a lack of sarcasm in the air."
"Don't worry," said Dawn calmly. "They'll be here in five, four, three, two, one, and-"
"Sorry we're late," said the bookworm. "Debbie got really confused around that fork in the road. She said she knew a shortcut, then proceeded to drag me through a bramble patch. I don't even want to know where some of those thorns ended up."
"Come on Noah, at least I found the clearing," replied the fan girl.
"Yeah, cause your shortcut was so helpful."
"Cut the chatter," said Chris. "Now that you two are back, it's time to explain just what's gonna' go down here in the next six weeks."
Chris explained. "Now, you all are notorious for being incompetent. So, I decided that it would be interesting to see just how you play the game around your own kind. But first, it's time to go over some of the big changes this season."
"First, there is only one cabin."
"Hold it!" screamed Dakota. "I am not sharing a cabin with 15 other people when I have this...condition. Sorry everyone, no offense."
"Dont worry," informed the host. "You won't have to. This season, the winning team gets the cabin, and team loser sleeps elsewhere, aka, outside in the wild."
The campers gasped and Jordan said, "What are trying to do, animalize us?!"
"Just win every challenge and you won't have to be animalized," retorted the host with a chuckle. "In addition to a new cabin, there is also a new confessional, located just down the hill."
"It's a toilet, isn't it?" said Noah.
"Yeah, pretty much."
Confessional
Tyler: "Aw yeah, first go baby! And Lindsay, if you're watching, I'm winning for you!"
B: *gives a thumbs up*
Debbie: "Wow! My first TD confession. But what should I confess?"
Noah: "Another toilet, just as expected. *Groans* Why can't I ever compete on the cleaner seasons. As a matter of fact, I bet this is the communal restroom too."
Katie: "OMG! I really hope that Sadie and I are on the same team."
End Confessional
"Now, that the basics are done and over, it's time to divide you all into your teams," said Chris. "Team A is...
"Dawn..."
"Katie..."
"Noah..."
"Beverly..."
"Jordan..."
"Tyler..."
"Staci..."
"And..."
"Debbie!"
"Yes!" screamed the enthusiastic fan girl. "Looks like my day just keeps better and better!"
Confessional
Noah: *Stares into the camera*
End Confessional
"As or the rest of you..."
"Sadie..."
"Sammy..."
"Brick..."
"Justin..."
"Anne Maria..."
"Dakota..."
"Eva..."
"And Ethan..."
"You're team B."
"Wait, Chris!" screamed Katie. "Sadie and I have to-"
"No you don't!" snapped the host. "You will not bend my rules again!"
"Please!" pleaded the larger BFFF.
"Zip it!" growled Chris.
The BFFF's silenced themselves and hung their heads in despair.
"Sir, is this that part of the show where we come up with some kick ass name for our team?" asked Brick.
"Sorry Brick," replied Chris. "We already have names for your team's. You'll love em'. Team A, from this point forward, you will be known as..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"The Foxes of Failure!"
The Foxes glared at Chris while the other team broke out laughing.
Confessional
Dakota: "It must blow to be on a literal fail of a team."
End Confessional
"As for team B, you will be known as..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"The Llamas of Loserdom!"
Confessional
Dakota: "I just had to open my mouth, didn't I!"
End Confessional
"Like always, each team will take part in challenges. The challenges in this season are harsh remixes of past challenges, as well as some new ones. This time around, the winning team gets a reward, in this case, the one cabin, and the losing team votes someone off. Any questions so far?"
Noah raised his hand. "Yeah, uh, I hate to be a total cliché, but I didn't sign up for this crap."
"Well, according to this contract that you signed, you did," replied a snarky Chris, who just so happened to have copies of each contract on him.
Noah walked up to the host and examined the document. "That isn't even my handwriting!"
"Well I sure didn't sign it!" assured Chris with a wink to the camera. "Moving on. No more questions!"
"Like our last two seasons, this season will involve the use of the McLean Brand Invincibility Statue (® of Total Drama), and anyone who gets their hands on it, is golden. Or at least until they use it. The real problem is finding it, as it is hidden very well on the island."
Chris continued. "You may also want to know that the Boney Island exile policy has been removed, so no more cold nights in the wild, unless you're part of team loser, heh he. So, enough of the rules. Let's get this game started!"
Confessional
Ethan: "Well, here we go. Leaping into the great unknown."
Sadie: *Crying* "Why is the world so unfair?!"
Anne Maria: *Groans* "Seriously? Where's da' salon! I didn't come here to give up this body!"
End Confessional
"Your first challenge will decide who gets the cabin for the time being. Working as a team, or in small groups, each team will search the local woods for seven wooden puzzle pieces, with each set having a different color. The Foxes get red, and the Llamas get green, but foul play is great for ratings, so I'll allow you to steal each other's pieces. When you find all of your pieces, bring them up to the porch of the cabin and assemble your team logo. The first team to finish their puzzle wins the cabin, but the losing team sends someone home. Everyone understand?"
The host was met with silence and confusion.
"Ok! Then on your mark..."
"Get set..."
"And go!"
The campers remained still. Chris glared at the contestants and pulled out his megaphone.
"That means start!"
In a flash, all 16 campers broke away from the main group and ran into the woods as Chris smiled, eagerly awaiting the injuries and difficulties that would follow.
The host faced the camera and grinned. "Looks like it's game on for our victims, but this season has just started. Stay tuned for betrayal, villainy, and more epic-ness than ever on Total... Drama... Return of the Underdogs!
~A/N~ And there you go. Sorry, if the new characters are bland. I swear that they'll get some screen time during the first challenge, but not as much as some canon characters of course. I've spent weeks of planning for the plot of this story, so hopefully it'll go the way I planned it, although things are subject to change if the readers demand it enough.
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