Hey everyone, welcome to my latest story. This is a rewrite of the original Total Drama Island with, you guessed it, my own OCs. Consider this as a secondary project to my SYOC story, Total Drama Metamorphia. I'll be working on both of these stories simultaneously.
You also may have noticed that I gave this story an M Rating. That's because I'm not censoring myself with this one. There'll be strong language and adult humor throughout. Reason being because I wanted to go a different route with this than just a typical Island remake. Also because some of these characters would not work with a more PG, family-friendly story.
So without further ado, here's the first episode to The Dragon Rooster's Total Drama Island. Enjoy!
EPISODE 1: NOT-SO-HAPPY CAMPERS, PART 1
An island filled with trees, rocks and all kinds of wildlife set the stage. Birds flocked towards the sky and squirrels scampered around the grassy fields. Over by the shore, a large, creaky dock jutted outwards into the cool, crisp waters of a lake.
"Yo," popped up a middle-aged man with wavy black hair and a blue pocketed shirt. He had on a nice pair of khakis and neatly kept sneakers. His smile was clean and surrounded by a five o'clock shadow. "We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean."
Chris lifted a finger in the air. "Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on TV," he continued, now pointing down at the dock that he had been standing on. "All uncensored, all unhinged, right now!"
The camera then flashed to a different angle of Chris waking along the dock. "Here's the deal," he explained. "Twenty two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks here at this crummy old summer camp. Each one an adult with their own lives to usually worry about but now they'll be stuck here under the mighty hands of me." Chris snickered and rubbed his hand deviously.
Chris then raised his pointer again. "I'll have them compete in challenges against each other," he stated, widening his arms out. "Then they'll have to face the judgement of their fellow campers. Every three days one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the dock of shame!"
Chris pointed at a picture of some boat that was attached to a wooden board. "Then take a ride on the loser boat," he continued with a small chuckle. "And leave Total Drama Island for good." He faked a golf swing with his hands to add some visual clarity.
"To survive, they'll have to battle black flies…" Chris explained, counting things down with his fingers. "Grizzly bears… Disgusting camp food and… Each other! Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp." Chris then pointed directly at the camera recording him to show as an example.
"All of this for a chance to earn some cheesy tabloid fame," Chris said, holding up some magazines before switching it with a silver briefcase. "And a cash prize reward of one million dollars!" He then opened the case to reveal all of the cash inside before closing it back up quickly.
"So who will crumble under the pressure?" Chris asked rhetorically. "Find out here, right now, on Total Drama Island!"
The opening theme music starts playing as a shot of Chris smiling on the dock zooms by until it reaches a wooden sign that says Camp Wawanakwa. It quickly gets burnt down by a chuckling Frederick, who held his lighter up with pride.
Dear Mom and Dad I'm doin' fine
The fire burns through a transition and now we see Claudia playing a ukulele and Darci singing along before Lance jumps in and startles the two with a brutal hardcore scream.
You guys are on my mind
As Darci and Claudia run off, Lance laughs to himself before he, himself, gets startled by a standing Lynn, who just emptily stares at him. After he runs off, Raina shows up and points at a page in her book for Lynn, who smiles as a result.
You asked me what I wanted to be
The camera then does a one-eighty to reveal Wyatt chasing a grizzly bear around until he trips and lands by the feet of a flaunting Isabel, who swings her parasol around obliviously. The bear then chases the both of them away.
And now I think the answer is plain to see
They collide with the outhouse confessional which knocks Ethan out, falling face first. He looks up to see Shelby poking up her glasses and smirking at him, which leads him to get up and frown at her.
I wanna be famous…
The camera then pans over to Mathias winding up a pitch but getting caught off guard by having an egg splattered over his head. It pans over to Amber, who looks embarrassingly apologetic as it was clear she was just trying to juggle the eggs and made a mishap.
I wanna live close to the sun
Inside the mess hall, Chef was cooking some gross soup while Theo watched with disgust before he took out a protein shake. He chugged it all down but coughed up some loose protein powder in a nearby Julie's face.
Go pack your bags, 'cause I already won
Theo quickly tries to clean her face with a rag. Julie pushes him away and runs off flailing her arms until she trips over Ada's leg, who purposely had it extended out.
Everything to prove, nothing in my way
She laughs before turning to see Uriah shirtless and flexing his pecs at her. She rolls her eyes before she reaches out and makes out with him.
I'll get there one day
They topple over one another as the camera transitions to Phillip running around shirtless by the cabins, swinging his jacket around like a mad man
Cause, I wanna be famous…
He gets stopped when Harley punches him square in the face, knocking him out instantly. She wipes her hands after, looking quite confident in herself.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!
Suddenly, Tony is seen running in front of Harley, much to her surprise as he's currently being chased by Madison, whose eyes were in the shape of hearts.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Tony then crashes into dancing Zane, both of them toppling over each other. The two pick themselves up, Zane looking annoyed while Tony checks around for Madison before he calms down and puts a toothpick in his mouth.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
The camera then flashes to Craig, smoking a cigar at the dock. He takes a puff and lowers his sunglasses, winking towards the camera as his teeth sparkled with a ding sound accompanying it.
(whistling)
Finally, the last shot shows Chris with a plate of marshmallows and Chef with a butcher's knife standing in front of the entire cast before the camera pans up to reveal the logo for Total Drama Island
"Welcome back to Total Drama Island," Chris greeted as the camera flashed back to him. "It's time to meet our campers one by one. Our first to arrive, Madison!" A boat came sailing towards the dock and dropped off the very first camper.
Madison was a young, blonde woman with suntanned skin and had her hair tied up into a ponytail. She wore a yellow floral t-shirt with denim shorts and blue flip flops to match. She had on a rainbow beaded bracelet wrapped around her right wrist. Her appearance was topped off with a silver necklace with a heart emblem as the main piece.
"Hiiii!" she greeted with a joyful smile as she skipped up to Chris, waving excitedly at him. "Super neat to meet you. Wow, your hair looks so beautiful."
"I know, it's really great," Chris replied, looking a little smug as he patted his head. "This hairdo is only what a true star can pull off. Anyways, welcome to the show." He pointed towards the other end of the dock. "You may go stand over there."
Madison didn't listen as she just stood there ogling at the host with fantasizing eyes. Chris' smug look quickly morphed into a concerned one. "Uhhh, Madison," he said, snapping a few fingers in front of her face. "You okay there?"
Madison shook her head and clasped her hands together, holding them up against the side of her face. "Oh sorry there," she apologized sweetly. "I just got lost in the sound of your voice. You speak so eloquently, dear."
"Ooookay then…" Chris responded, scratching the top of his head before realizing something behind her. His face reverted back to a smile. "Looks like our next camper has arrived."
The camera panned over to the end of the dock where a indigenous man wearing an open, gray button up shirt and a black t-shirt with a bloody smiley face underneath it is revealed. He also wore a pair of gray ripped jeans and a set of worn out sneakers. His black hair was messy and he had a cleanly shaven, handsome face.
"Welcome Lance," Chris greeted him with a smile. "Are you up for the toughest summer of your life?"
"Hell yeah, I'm ready for anything," Lance answered proudly. "I'm gonna go absolutely hard like I do in the pit, you know what I mean?"
Chris shook his head. "I don't but I'm sure your determination will keep you in the game," he said before lowering his voice. "For now…"
Lance seemed to not understand but before he could think much about it, Madison ran up to him. "Hi!" she greeted in the same cheerful manner as before. "You're really cute, I will say."
"Heh heh, thanks," Lance said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um, who are you again?"
"I'm Madison, sweetie," she said with a loving tone. "If you ever wanna spend some quality time with a cute girl like me, just let me know."
Lance was admittedly surprised by this but he eventually nodded and smiled. "Alright, I'll consider that," he assured. Madison excitedly walked back to where she was originally as Lance blushed a little.
"Wow, our first hookup already," Chris said with an amused smile. "That's gotta be a record or something."
"I wouldn't go that far just yet," Lance countered, feeling a bit awkward.
"Ey, what's this yapping for," said a voice from behind. They had a clearly distinct Brooklyn accent. "Aren't I supposed to do my intro or something?"
Chris and the others looked at who was talking. It was the next camper who had just arrived. He wore a gray t-shirt with black gym shorts and white basketball shoes. He also had a toothpick in his mouth. His hair was gelled and combed to one side and his face seemed rather impatient.
"Sure," Chris agreed. "Introduce yourself."
The man looked at the camera and began, still having the toothpick in his mouth. "Yo, name's Tony," he said, gesturing with his hands. "I'm from Brooklyn and I don't mess around, capisce."
Madison's heart fluttered as she ran up to Tony. "Ooh, I just love your accent so much," she swooned, gleefully clasping her hands together. "My oh my, I already have two cute boys to potentially fall in love with. Yay me!"
Tony looked bewildered. He glanced over towards Chris and furrowed his eyebrows. "What's this wackjob's deal?" he questioned, pulling out his toothpick and pointing at Madison.
Chris shrugged. "Beats me," he said. "Now move on, we got someone else coming."
Tony walked away from Madison, who seemed to just stay there fantasizing about things. He went up to Lance and greeted him with a nod. "Whatsa matter with you?" he asked.
Lance shook his head. "Nothing, I'm not upset or something," he sputtered.
Tony rolled his eyes. "Nah, you dork," he said. "I'm just saying hello."
"Ohhh," Lance remarked, quickly holding his hand out to him. "Uh hello then, I'm Lance."
Tony shook his hand. "Cool," he said, then under his breath. "Bozo…"
The next boat arrived, dropping off the fourth camper. She was a small, boney and pale woman with long dyed black hair that covered her face and empty brown eyes. She wore black tight jeans, had black fingernails, black lips and black steel-toed boots. Her black shirt had some type of black metal band logo on it. If you could see her soul, it would be black.
"I'm Lynn," she said in the most unemotional voice imaginable. "I like dark stuff and gore. It really makes me happy."
Chris, along with the others, felt a bit awkward by her appearance but then the host cleared his throat. "I have no funny quips honestly," he confessed.
"Ey, I don't want to deal with any more psychos on this island," Tony said, crossing his arms. "If one more wackjob shows up, I'm out."
Madison shook her head and ran up to Lynn. "Oh don't be rude, Tony," she said with her typical sweet voice. "I'm sure Lynn is just a lovely person who just likes different things."
Lynn remained motionless. "You could say that," she said. "You smell good, by the way."
Madison was taken aback by this but smiled. "Oh thank you," she appreciated. "I guess I do try to put on the best perfume I can wear."
"I hate it," Lynn said bluntly, causing Madison to go through some mental whiplash. "I wish all things smelt like death."
Lynn then walked away, leaving Madison creeped out as the next boat arrived, dropping off the next camper. She was a pretty black girl with long straight hair and wore a tie-dyed spaghetti strap top with denim booty shorts. She stepped off the boat and sprung her arms and legs out, revealing baby blue flip flops.
"What's up?" she greeted with a little giggle. "My name is Amber. I'm ready to have fun and win some money."
"Ah finally, a normal person," Tony remarked, feeling relieved.
Amber then tried to walk along the dock but immediately tripped and fell into the water below. All of the campers, except Lynn, gasped in shock.
Madison quickly ran to the edge of the dock. "Oh my god!" she cried out. "Amber, are you ok?"
Amber sprouted back up and spat out some water. "Yeah…" she sighed. "I'm just a clumsy idiot." She swam to shore where an intern helped her up and gave her a towel. "Thank you," she mumbled.
"Okay, that fall was totally wicked," Chris chuckled, looking a bit dumbfounded. "But how the hell did you manage to trip on thin air like that?"
"I'm sorry," Amber sighed again, wringing out some seawater from her hair. "I just have, like, notorious bad luck. Add the fact that I'm accident prone, and well, yeah…"
She then walked up to Lynn and Lance. "Hey guys," she greeted.
"Hey," Lance greeted back with mild concern. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I promise," Amber assured. "Believe me, I had way worse falls than that."
"Do you ever bleed when you fall?" Lynn asked.
"Umm, sometimes I guess," Amber answered, mildly creeped out by this. "What kind of question is that?" Lynn didn't answer and just grew a small smile.
The next boat arrived and dropped off the next camper. He was a fit, young man of middle eastern descent. He had a thin, well-groomed beard and medium-length, curly black hair. He wore a blue t-shirt, plaid shorts and forest green sandals. He entered the dock with a lot of excitement as he snapped his fingers and hummed a little pop tune.
"How's it hanging, everyone," he greeted with a mildly flamboyant tone, waving and revealing his rainbow colored fingernails. "Zane here and I'm so excited to be a part of this fabulous show."
Madison ran up to Zane and blushed. "The cute boys just keep on coming, wow," she swooned, before doing a tiger growl and playfully clawing at his direction.
"Sorry honey," Zane apologized, gently grabbing her by the chin. "But I'm gay so, no chance."
Zane walked away, leaving Madison to change her demeanor to utter heartbreak. He stopped by Tony and greeted him with a smile. "Hey there," he said.
"Ey, how you doin'" Tony greeted back. "Just so you know, I ain't gay. So don't even try to flirt with me, capisce."
"I wasn't interested in you anyway, weirdo," Zane scoffed before walking away from him.
Tony frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. "So it's like that, huh," he said, crossing his arms.
"Mmhmm," Zane responded, smiling smugly. "I already have a boyfriend back at home. So I'm not interested in anybody here. I just wanna win that hundred thousand dollars."
"Heh heh, same here," Lance said, rubbing his neck before widening his eyes in realization. "The million dollars that is… not the boyfriend. I am very straight."
"Don't worry, honey," Zane reassured, playfully tapping Lance on the shoulder. "I got what you mean. We all want that million dollars."
"Yeah, it's almost like that's the whole point of this show," Amber added sarcastically.
"Okay, little miss sassy," Zane deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
Chris cleared his throat and hushed everyone. "We got a show to do," he said as all the others quieted down. "Our next camper has already arrived."
The camera panned to reveal a small chubby Korean woman with a book in her hand. She wore an indigo wool sweater and blue jeans with white sneakers. Her dark hair was styled as a bob cut and she wore these thin glasses that cutely fitted on her face.
"Oh my…" she remarked, her voice squeaky and a little nasally. "It seems we have quite the cast of characters already. I'm Raina, by the way. As you can see, I love to read. Like a lot."
"Ooh, what kind of books?" Madison asked with a warm smile. "Do you like reading romance books?"
"Occasionally," Raina answered, holding up the book in her hand. "But this one in particular has been my recent obsession. It's a dark, epic sci-fi tale about two lost aliens who try to find their way home."
"Oooohhh, sounds interesting," Madison remarked. "Are the aliens lovers, perhaps?"
"I certainly hope not," Raina said with a slight look of amusement. "They're brother and sister."
Madison's face grew awkward. "Oh," was all she could say.
Raina chuckled a little and then walked over to the others, standing right next to Lynn. "Hey," she greeted the creepy girl.
"Did you say that the book you're reading is dark?" Lynn asked.
"Yeah, it gets pretty brutal," Raina affirmed.
"That's awesome," Lynn said with the same amount of emotion as usual.
The next boat arrived and dropped off the next camper. He was a tall man with his hair spiked up in the front and he had a thin goatee. He came out the boat wearing a leather jacket over a gray tank top with black jeans and brown boots. He lifted his hands up and gave the devil horns.
"Alriiiight! Phillip the Party God is here!" he shouted. "I'm the total package and ladies feel free to undress yourself already because the Party God is also the Sex God! Oh yeah!!"
Madison's eyes widened with absolute adoration. "Oh my god," she swooned. "You're perfect!" She began to take off her shirt and Chris had to quickly stop her.
"Madison," the host called, shaking his head. "Not right now." Madison frowned and pulled back down her shirt.
"Oh look, it's a party pooper," Phillip insulted, stepping up to him and folding his arms. "And why should this sexy hot babe not be allowed to show her titties, man! I thought this show was supposed to be uncensored."
Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You can do all of that after we get through these introductions, if you so must," he groaned, before looking up and furrowing his eyebrows. "Plus, I'm the host. I run this show. I can disqualify you if I really wanted to, so don't insult me."
"Alright, fair enough my dude," Phillip said, stepping away with his arms out.
The next boat arrived and dropped off the next camper; a really buff and intimidating white woman. She was wearing a denim vest over a faded yellow t-shirt. She had on denim jeans but it was cut off at the kneecaps and she wore a pair of tan steel-toed boots. Her hair was a frizzy light brown. Her eyes, a menacing blue and she had a big scar that started from her right ring finger to the back of her right wrist.
Everyone else stayed quiet as they watched her step on the dock. Chris tugged on the collar of his shirt and sweated a little. "Harley, good to see you," he greeted nervously.
Harley grunted and walked down the dock until she noticed Tony staring at him. "What?" she asked.
"You lookin' like the Incredible Hulk," Tony quipped.
"Oh, a wise guy, I see," Harley said as she stepped up to Tony. She grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up easily, causing Tony to squirm in desperation. "Well I'm strong like him too, so don't fuck with me, you hear?"
"You got it," Tony assured, before being dropped down by her. He landed on the ground with a thud as Zane went over to help him up. "Another psycho, just great," Tony whispered.
"Get over yourself," Zane remarked, causing Tony to roll his eyes and groan. Harley then walked past the others and stood by Lynn.
"Have you ever killed anyone?" Lynn asked.
Harley cracked her knuckles. "No," she denied. "But I have considered. You wanna be my first victim?"
"I would love to," Lynn accepted, causing Harley to whip back in confusion.
Lance walked up to Harley with a chill demeanor. "She's really weird, I know," he told her.
Harley turned and gave Lance a look. "And you are?" she asked sternly.
"Lance," he said, holding his hand out. Harley grabbed his hand and gave him a really painful handshake, squeezing his hands tightly. She let go and Lance nearly cried in pain. "Owwww, what the fuck?"
Harley chuckled. "Sorry," she apologized with a smirk. "I couldn't resist."
Raina scooted up next to her and poked up her glasses. "You remind me of a book character I read about once," she stated.
Harley turned to her and furrowed her eyebrows. "And that would be?" she asked.
Raina nodded. "It was a war general for an alien race," she explained. "He was quite ruthless and tyrannical but he did win a lot of battles."
"Sounds badass," Harley grinned. Raina shrugged and then the next camper finally arrived.
He was a scrawny, wimpy looking biracial dude that wore a beige polo shirt and baggy green slacks. He had on some gray loafers and his hair was brown with curls. He walked on the dock and smirked at all of the campers.
"Whoa, did I get on the wrong boat or something because I think I accidentally was taken to some sort of insane asylum," he said with a bit of mischief. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I'm Ethan and I'm quite the funny guy as you can see."
"Totally," Chris said sarcastically while rolling his eyes.
Madison ran up to Ethan and smiled. "Ooh, I totally have a thing for nerdy guys," she confessed as many of the others rolled their eyes or face palmed.
"Whoa, nerd is kinda old-fashioned," Ethan countered. "I prefer geek or brainiac, you know what I'm saying sweetheart?"
Madison dreamily stared at Ethan before eventually shaking her head. "Oh sorry, I just couldn't help but admire how adorable you are," she explained.
"I get that a lot," Ethan quipped.
Phillip then came rushing in and took Ethan aside. "What're you doing man?" he questioned. "Madison is my girl."
Ethan stepped back and put his hands out. "Sorry, my mistake," he apologized. "I'm sure there are other ladies for me here."
"Nah, you don't get it," Phillip countered, looking over at all the others. "I'm Phillip the Party God who is also the Sex God. See all these ladies? They're all mine."
"Uhh, what?" Harley said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well not you, Harley," Phillip denied, looking back at Ethan. "You can have her. She's too ugly."
"WHAT!?" Harley screamed before charging after him. Phillip's heart dropped and his face grew pale. He shrieked for his life but Ethan stepped in front of him to stop Harley. She halted in her tracks and gave Ethan a confused look.
"Easy there, Harley," Ethan said. "I got this." He then turned around and kicked Phillip square in the nuts. The self-proclaimed Party God yelped and then fell to the floor. He groaned with tears in his eyes.
"Fuck man, why!?" Phillip cried, rolling on the ground in excruciating pain.
"Well, he certainly isn't the Sex God anymore," Zane quipped, making the others around him laugh.
Harley couldn't help but smile. "Nice shot," she said. Ethan snapped her some finger guns and met up with the others.
The next boat arrived and dropped off the next camper. He was a big, muscular black man that wore a red shirt with some dark blue and white tribal designs. He also wore some black khaki shorts and white Nike shoes. His bald head was covered with a red du-rag and he had a nicely trimmed, ducktail beard.
"Awwww yeah," the man spoke, flexing his muscles. "Uriah is in the building. Ain't nobody I like more than me. Ain't that right me?" He kissed one of his biceps.
Madison was nearly on the floor. "Oh my god, yes!" she swooned, drooling at the sight of him. "I love me some chocolate!"
Uriah gave a small awkward chuckle. "Shawty is down bad like crazy," he said, raising his eyebrows.
"No doubt about it," Tony agreed with a smirk.
"Welcome Uriah," Chris greeted. "As you can see, we probably have the most interesting set of competitors for this show."
Uriah chuckled again. "It don't matter," he bragged, flexing his muscles again. "I'm clearly the best and strongest one here anyway."
"Don't be so sure of yourself, tough guy," Harley quipped, giving a smirk. "I could out bench you any day."
"Why don't you bet on it?" Uriah replied, walking up to her. "I can easily bench 300, no problem."
"I can do 400," Harley gloated back.
Uriah pursed his lip. "I can do that too," he countered.
"I do it with one hand," Harley added.
Uriah shook his head. "Nah, you playin' with me now," he denied, moving along.
Then the next camper arrived. She was a young old-fashioned lady who wore a big bright yellow southern belle dress with a matching bonnet and held a flowery parasol. She twirled it around as she daintily stepped off the boat. Then she gave a cute little curtsy.
"Why hello there, my dear fellow competitors," she greeted with a thick southern belle accent. "My name is Isabel and I hope to bring this show a little southern hospitality. Oh yes, it would be such a pure delight to get to know you all."
"Well good to meet you, Isabel," Chris greeted back. "But umm, I don't think such a big dress is appropriate attire for a show like this."
"Oh but I do declare that I can make it work," Isabel responded, waltzing towards the host.
"Suit yourself," Chris shrugged. "Literally."
Isabel smiled warmly and walked towards the other campers where she stopped by Amber. "Oh my, are you okay dear?" she asked concerningly. "You look like you fell into the water."
Amber sighed and hung her head down. "That's because I did," she affirmed.
Isabel lifted Amber's head up by the chin and smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry dear," she apologized. "If it's any consolation, I think you're quite pretty and can tell you're a sweet lady."
Amber eyes widened and sparkled. "Oh my god, thank you so much," she beamed. "That was really kind of you to say. Makes me feel a bit better."
Isabel patted Amber on the head gently. "My pleasure, dear," she responded.
"Enough of your cutesy conversations," Chris gagged, rolling his eyes. "Our next camper has arrived."
Over by the dock was a young white man with some stubble. He wore a red and white baseball t-shirt, white baseball pants and black sneakers. He had a red baseball cap that covered his messy brown hair. He walked out chewing on some bubblegum.
"Hello, my name is Mathias," he greeted. "I'm from Missouri and I'm also-"
"A total cutie!" Madison interrupted, causing Mathias to furrow his eyebrows and frown.
"Stop it, Madison," Chris said, rubbing his temples. "How about you give the rest of the guys who arrive some space from now on?"
Madison sighed and stepped away. "Fine…" she reluctantly agreed.
"Anyways Mathias, finish what you were gonna say," Chris requested.
Mathias nodded. "I was just gonna add that I'm currently a baseball pitcher for my college team," he said, walking along the dock. "I took the summer off so I could do this."
"Wicked," Lance said, strolling up to Mathias and putting an arm around him. "I'm quite the baseball fan myself. I think you and I could be friends for sure."
Mathias grew an amused smile. "Ah I see," he said, walking along with him. "Well, pleasure to meet you… uhhh, what's your name?"
Lance shook his hand firmly. "Call me Lance, bud," he answered. "So you're a pitcher huh?"
"Yep, and I'm one of the best," Mathias replied.
"Sick," Lance replied as they eventually reached the others. "Gotta be throwing those fastballs pretty gnarly, huh?"
"Very," Mathias added.
"Yeeee-haw!" came a sudden voice from the dock. Everyone turned their heads to see a big bearded man wearing a straw hat and a red flannel shirt with overalls wrapping over it. He had just arrived and stepped onto the dock with his muddy work boots. He seemed quite jolly as he smiled from ear to ear, revealing that some of his teeth was missing.
"Wyatt, welcome," Chris greeted with a smirk.
"I'll tell you what," Wyatt said with the thickest redneck accent that you could imagine. "I haven't been this excited for a summer since I finally bought that pig mud farm in Oklahoma. And surely there's no piggies here to be squealing but they'll definitely be some high levels of feeeeeeeeling!"
"Jesus Christ," Ethan said, covering his ears. "Could you talk any louder?"
"I'm sorry there, sonny," Wyatt apologized, as he jiggled his beer belly a little. "That's jus' how I get whenever I am super excited, yeeee-haw! I'm like a rabid dog chasing a delicious barbecue, you see. Ohohohoho!"
Mathias shared looks with Lance. "I mean I do love some barbecue," Mathias told him. "But maybe not like that." Lance chuckled a bit.
Wyatt waddled over to the other campers and stood next to Raina. She peeked up and smiled, pushing up her glasses. "You remind me a lot of this book character I read about," she said to him. "He was quite joyous and hard-working with a strong heart of gold."
"I'm sorry missy but I don't read," Wyatt apologized with a big toothy grin. "But I'm sure it's a good story. Jus' like all the good stories I have back from my days at rotisserie chicken day camp. Mmm mmm, yummy!"
"Of… course," Raina said, looking straight forward in just pure dumbfoundment.
The next boat arrived and dropped off the next camper. She was a pretty Hispanic girl with long brown hair that was held up by a light green headband. She wore a big brown sleeveless dress that hung all the way down to her calves. Her feet were bare but she had a band of dark blue beads wrapping each of her ankles. She also wore a big necklace full of shiny gems and other materials, giving her an exotic, free-spirited look.
"Afternoon, everyone," the girl spoke in a very calming voice. "My name is Claudia. I know some of you may find my appearance odd but alas, it is who I am."
"Oh no, you look lovely queen, don't worry," Zane said with a huge grin on his face. "Those gems look fabulous."
Claudia smiled warmly and nodded her head. "Thank you," she said. "I admire the outdoors and I love to paint what I observe in the outdoors. It's what brings me my best sense of peace."
"Alright but where's your shoes?" Mathias asked, staring at her bare feet in bewilderment. "Seems kinda dangerous to not have them, don't you think? Especially when you're on a random island with god knows what on the ground."
"Not to worry," Claudia reassured. "I've lived my life without shoes for so long. They are used to all kinds of surfaces."
"Why?" Mathias questioned, squinting his eyes in confusion.
Claudia brushed her hair back and walked towards him. "Because whenever I stroll the Earth, I want my true self to feel the ground below me," she explained. "Shoes or any kind of footwear for that matter, are a barrier. A block that keeps nature from connecting with my soul and my sole." She gave him a wink as Mathias rolled his eyes at the lousy pun.
"Geez, another one to put on the wackjob list," Tony sighed.
"Call me whatever," Claudia said, overhearing him. "I know that I am weird but I love who I am because of it."
"Mmm mmm, you go girl," Zane cheered, wagging a sassy finger. "Tell 'em like it is, queen."
"And you might be?" Claudia asked him.
"Zane, sweetheart," he answered, holding out his hand. The two shook hands and then the next boat arrived, dropping off the next camper.
He was a young, caramel skinned man who wore a fresh set of sunglasses, a LA Dodgers baseball jacket, a white tee underneath, blue and white sweats, white high end sneakers and a smug grin. He also had a black and white Lakers cap to cover his short black hair.
"Ladies and gentlemen, meet Craig," Chris introduced as the hip looking fellow stepped forward.
"What's good, y'all," Craig said, gesturing with his hands. "It's ya boy, Craig. Representing East LA and all things SoCal. I got that Low Rider swag, you feel me?"
"Totally, my brotha," Chris replied, trying to sound hip and holding his fist out.
Craig just gave him an amused smirk before heading over to the others, leaving Chris hanging. He stopped by Uriah and the two exchanged cool handshakes. "What's good, homie," Craig greeted.
"Not much, not much," Uriah replied. "Like the drip, dawg. Almost as good as mine." He then flexed his shirt a bit to him.
"'Preciate it, bro," Craig replied, shuffling over to the side where he saw the next camper make her arrival.
She was a pretty, white girl with her long, blonde hair tied up into a ponytail via a black hair tie. She wore a pink blouse with a red heart on the front and denim booty shorts to match. She also had on a pair of yellow sneakers with cute kitties designed on them.
"G'day there, Julie," Chris greeted her as she walked onto the dock.
"Oooh hiiii!" she beamed, waving both her hands excitedly. "This summer is gonna be so much fun!"
Chris snickered. "For me at least," he quipped.
Julie seemed to be oblivious and skipped her way to the other campers, stopping by Craig. "Hi there," she squeaked. "Wow, you look so cool!"
Craig lowered his sunglasses to get a good glimpse of the cheery beauty that was in front of him. "'Preciate it, girl," he replied with a smirk. "You pretty fine yourself."
Julie blushed, holding her hands to her cheek. "Aww stop," she swooned, bashfully crossing her legs.
Harley rolled her eyes. "Yuck. Typical," she grunted to herself.
Meanwhile, Lance squinted off in the distance and noticed something. He grew a small smile and nudged Mathias in the arm. "Alright, my sister is here," he told him.
"Your sister, huh?" Mathias replied, raising an eyebrow.
Over by the end of the dock was a young, indigenous woman with long dark brown hair that ran straight down amongst her shoulders. She wore a white loose t-shirt with cutesy cat faces on them and baggy sweatpants with pink stripes along the side. She also wore a red hairband with a fake tulip attached to it and red flip flops.
"Darci, welcome to the show," Chris greeted her.
"Thanks Chris," Darci replied with a cute nod. Her voice was quite androgynous in tone and carried this gentle lisp. "It's such a pleasure to be here."
"Well you got a tough summer ahead of you," Chris said, jutting his thumb behind him. "Say hello to your fellow campers."
Darci shrugged and walked along the dock. She stopped by Phillip, who was finally getting up from his groin pain that he had gotten from Ethan earlier. "Hey there, you alright?" she asked with concern.
"Don't worry, babe," Phillip said, brushing off some dust from his jacket. "The Party God is alive and well!"
Darci stared at him, dumbfounded. "I see…" she trailed. "Uh, I'm Darci, not babe by the way."
Phillip squinted his eyes at her. "Can't tell if you're a dude or a dudette," he said bluntly.
"Oh, I'm, um, I'm a trans girl actually," Darci confessed, chuckling nervously. "I've only started on my transition, like, a few months ago…" She paused for a bit before clearing her throat. "You're not, like, transphobic or anything."
Phillip smiled and placed an arm around her. "I don't judge a beautiful chick of any kind," he assured. "I'm all about partying and sex, baby. No time for judging when I'm busy chugging, ya dig cutie?"
Darci smiled awkwardly, both relieved and weirded out by him. "Oh okay," she said, pulling away from his arm and heading towards the others. "Uhhh thanks, I guess?"
Phillip clicked his tongue and gave Darci a wink, who eventually approached the others and shared a high five with her brother. "Got here before me, I see," she said.
Lance nodded as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Second to arrive," he affirmed. "Already met all of the others so I got a head start in the social game. Get rekt, sis." Darci blew a raspberry at him as he chuckled in response.
"Typical brother and sister dynamic we got here," Chris remarked before he heard someone approach and turned towards them. "Afternoon, Frederick."
The camera panned to a menacingly, attractive white man with a scruffy stubble and a piece of hay in his mouth. He wore a big white cowboy hat, a denim jacket with a black plain shirt underneath, brown fingerless gloves, jeans with grass and dirt stains and golden cowboy boots with spurs.
"Howdy," Frederick greeted, taking off his cowboy hat to reveal his shiny, blonde hair. "Pleasure to make y'all's acquaintances."
Madison was about to say something but Chris stopped her with a quick snap. "Aw come on," she whined, flopping her arms. "He's a freaking sexy cowboy. Just lemme have one flirt pleeease."
"I'm sorry, miss, but I'm not interested in any romance," Frederick said, putting his hat back on before quickly noticing Isabel. His eyes lit up a little. "But maybe…"
Isabel giggled and waved hello. "My, oh, my, aren't you a handsome fella," she swooned.
Frederick tipped his hat. "Thank you, ma'am," he replied, strutting up to her. "And that dress of yours looks quite splendid. Make it yourself?"
"Oh no, dear," Isabel denied, blushing a little. "I just have a keen sense of proper fashion."
Frederick reached out for Isabel's hand and gave it a kiss. "Well I'll be," he said. "A sweet southern belle like you wasn't what I had expected when coming to this show. But am I sure glad to meet the unexpected, right now."
Isabel blushed even harder and fanned herself with her hand. "Oh my, what a fine gentleman you are," she said with a romantic sigh.
"Y'all are a bunch of horn dogs," Chris grumbled, rubbing his temples.
"Um, you know, Chris," said a random voice, causing Chris to get startled. It was from a scrawny white girl with brown hair tied into a ponytail with a blue scrunchie. She wore a blue polka-dotted blouse with a navy blue skirt. She also had on white leggings and brown shoes. Finally, she topped off her appearance with squarish glasses that protected her narrow brown eyes. She stared blankly at the host as she continued to babble on about stuff. "Sexual inclinations are just, like, one of the many cases to prove that we are, um, like, programmed by some Matrix. They want us to procreate because, like, otherwise the basic system could collapse in on itself if our population, like, begins to fall and stuff. Not enough, um, data to compute since, like, our brains are the engine to this mass conglomerate of false real-."
"Shelby, is it?" Chris said, covering her mouth with his hand. "Quit talking. Nobody knows what the hell you are talking about."
Shelby pulled his hand off and frowned. "Um, they're just theories," she explained bluntly. "Ones that are too advanced for you it seems."
"Wow, she's pretty brutal," Lynn remarked.
"More like she's pretty lame," Ethan groaned. "Why can't she be geeky in, like, the cutesy fun way?"
Shelby furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Um, for your information, insulting me won't, like, gain you any advantage," she said, causing Ethan to look at her with confusion. "I don't get phased by, like, petty insults from beings who are not real."
"Aight, that's it," Tony scoffed, storming down the dock. "Chris, get me a boat. I don't wanna be on this island with all these wackjobs anymore."
"No, dude," Chris denied. "You sighed a contract and everything."
Tony growled and backed up in frustration until he bumped into someone. He slowly turned around and his jaw dropped. "Sweet baby Jesus…" he gasped.
The man he bumped into was freakishly tall and freakishly buff. His skin was chocolate brown and his hair was buzzed but he had a great circle beard. He wore a white sports tank with an orange, fat horizontal stripe in the middle and black sweat shorts with white thin vertical stripes on each side. He also wore a pair of blue and white running shoes with black medium-length socks.
"Pardon me, King," the big man said with a smile. "Theo coming through." He walked past Tony and gave a fist bump to Chris. His fist was, like, twice the size of the host's. Afterwards, he made his way to the other campers where an enamored Julie approached him.
"Holy moly, you're gigantic!" Julie exclaimed.
Theo laughed. "Thanks Queen," he appreciated. "I'm what they call a gentle giant. Pleasure to meet you." Julie responded with a cute giggle as she loved being called Queen.
"Yeeeee-haw, it's one of them Sasquatches!" Wyatt rambled. "Ooh, I always knew they existed. I gotta tell my Ma when I get home. She gon go crazier than that time a buffalo herd stampeded their way across her carrots fields, woo!"
Theo furrowed his eyebrows at the hillbilly. "I ain't no sasquatch," he said. "I just work out everyday, King."
"So, what, you think this makes you so strong and unbeatable now?" Harley asked with disgust.
Theo turned to her and crossed his arms. "Nah, Queen," he denied. "I just like getting these gains."
Harley glowered at him and clenched her fist. "Don't call me Queen," she warned. "Last one who did so lost his crown, if you know what I mean."
Theo just stared at her bewilderingly. "Okay then, my apologies," he said, shrugging off. "Anyways, am I the last one heeeere…?" His voice trailed off in instant awe after turning to see the actual last camper to arrive.
She was a mixed asian woman that was tall and extremely beautiful. She had medium-length dark hair and perfectly made make-up. She wore a scarlet sleeveless corset and some tight black leather pants with black high heels. She posed at the camera, slowly rubbing her deep red painted lips with her finger.
"Good afternoon, everyone," the woman said. She had a slightly deep but sensual voice. "You can call me, Ada. I hope my gorgeous looks won't be too much of a distraction for you."
Phillip pumped his fists in the air. "Oh ho ho, yeah baby!" he cheered, running up to her with excitement. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Goddamn, you're sexy!"
Ada smiled and gave a cute chuckle. "Ah, guess I spoke too soon," she said, caressing the side of Phillip's face with her finger before walking along.
Phillip stood there watching her behind with his mouth wide open. "Oh ho ho hoooo man! The Party God is gonna have so much fun on this island!" he squealed to himself.
As Ada walked towards all the other contestants, it was obvious that most of the guys were enamored with her. She walked in a way that her hips swayed so elegantly. Everything about her seemed so perfect. Almost too perfect.
Tony tugged on his collar. "Whew, okay," he panted. "Dealing with all the wackjobs first was all worth it."
"I'll say," Ethan said with his mouth wide open and his eyes dazzled with infatuation.
Uriah quickly stepped in front of Ada and stopped her in her tracks. "Damn girl," he flirted. "Do you have a CDL license for that dump truck of an ass?"
Ada smiled and held up a laugh. "My, you're certainly charming," she said with a wink.
"Charming as they can be," Uriah replied, flexing his biceps. "Name's Uriah. Wanna kiss them?"
Ada shook her head. "Maybe another time," she replied with a seductive smile.
Suddenly, Chris blew a whistle to gather everyone's attention. "Alright, everybody's all here," he said, pacing his way off the dock. "Get used to seeing these faces because they will be your only social connections until the very end. Now, follow me everyone. It's time I tour you around the island."
The first stop was a pair of sleeping cabins. They looked quite old and busted with paint peeling off and roof tiles cracked in places. Many of the campers looked at them with disgust but Wyatt, however, seemed ecstatic.
"Whew boy!" he whistled. "Are these gonna be where we're staying? Cuz, sheewwt, these look much more snazzier than my own home. Talk about five-star quality, yeeeeee-haw!"
"Yo, seriously," Craig said, furrowing his eyebrows and raising up his sunglasses. "These cabins are straight up trash."
"One's man trash is a tasty meal for me, woo!" Wyatt responded obviously. Craig just rolled his eyes as the other campers shared bewildered looks.
"Pipe down, sheesh," Chris ordered with a scowl. "Yes, these are where you're gonna be sleeping."
"So, are these like not separated by gender or something?" Amber asked nervously.
Chris nodded. "Yes, a camper will share a cabin with all of their teammates regardless of gender," he affirmed. "You're all adults, anyways. I expect you all to be responsible enough to not get yourself into any trouble, understand?"
"Alriiiight, chicks and dudes are sleeping together!" Phillip cheered, pumping his fist in the air.
Suddenly, Harley snatched Phillip by the jacket. "Don't even think about it," she warned. "If I catch you messing with any of the girls in there, I'm slicing your fucking throat." From the corner of the screen, you could see Lynn grow a big smile.
"Hey, hey, hey, watch the jacket," Phillip pleaded, breaking away from her grasp. "I'm just having some fun, man. I ain't no creep."
Harley kept a close eye on him as Lynn tapped her on the shoulder. "What?" Harley growled.
"You wanna use my knives?" Lynn asked.
Harley smirked. "Sure," she agreed.
"Um, excuse me, Chris," Raina said, holding up her hand. "What exactly will our teams be anyway?"
Chris nodded. "Follow me," he ordered.
The next stop on the tour was the campfire area. Chris stood at a podium while the campers either sat on log stumps or stood by them. "Welcome to the campfire pit," the host greeted. "This is where all elimination ceremonies will be held. If your team loses, there's a possibility that you will be voted off the island here and never be able to return. Ever!"
Many of the campers shared looks of anxiety. Chris smirked and picked up a clipboard. "I need Claudia, Darci, Ethan, Frederick, Isabel, Lynn, Phillip, Raina, Shelby, Theo and Wyatt to come over here," he ordered. As the eleven of them went to their spot, he tossed them a rolled up green banner. "You guys will be… the Screaming Gophers."
Frederick caught the banner and let it unroll, revealing their logo. "Well I'll be," he grumbled with a smirk. All of a sudden, Wyatt slopped an arm around his shoulders.
"I'll tell you what, Mr. Cowboy sir," he rambled. "You and I can be Gopher buddies. What do you say, pardner?"
Frederick snarled a little before hiding it with a fake smile. "Well, it would be my pleasure," he agreed.
"Yeeeeee-haw!" Wyatt squealed, causing Frederick to retract back to his snarling.
"Wyatt, this is the last time I'm gonna tell you to tone it down," Chris scorned, holding up another banner. This one, red in color. "The rest of you, Ada, Amber, Craig, Harley, Julie, Lance, Madison, Mathias, Tony, Uriah and Zane, come stand by there." He pointed towards a spot opposite towards the Gophers.
"Ha, looks like Darci and I are on different teams," Lance said, directing a smirk towards her as he met up with his fellow teammates. "Looking forward to kicking your butt, sis."
Darci stuck her tongue out at him. "Eat shit, doofus," she retorted.
Lance chuckled but was stopped when Chris threw the banner at him, knocking him over. The banner unrolled itself, revealing the team's logo. "You guys will be the Killer Bass," Chris explained.
Lynn frowned a little. "Aww, why couldn't we be the team with Killer in our name," she groaned unemotionally.
"Welp, that's who you guys will be teaming with for a good portion of your time here," Chris said, ignoring her complaint. "We got a few more things to show. First, the confessional booth." The camera revealed a shoddy outhouse with flies zipping around it.
Begin Confessionals
Chris sat inside the outhouse, where a camera was recording him. "Inside here," he spoke, holding his hand up. "You may unleash any secrets, thoughts or just whatever you want to vent to the world watching." He then exited the confessional.
Julie was the first to enter after and she sat on the toilet seat, looking around in awe. She giggled a little and started mindlessly blowing some spit bubbles. That's when Chris re-entered with an amused smile, causing Julie to shriek and wipe her lips with the back of her hand.
"You do know you're currently being recorded right now," the host informed her. Julie's eyes widened in fear as she stared at the camera, growing red with embarrassment.
(xXxXx)
Ethan sat in the confessional with his arms crossed. "I feel like I ended up being on the more strange team which absolutely sucks," he groaned. "I mean, I'm in a team with both that creepy Lynn girl and that loony Shelby girl."
Shelby then abruptly entered the confessional. "Are you, like, finished with your incessant rambling yet?" she asked with a blank expression on her face.
Ethan was so surprised by her sudden appearance that he jumped in the air in fear, causing him to hit his head against the confessional ceiling. He rubbed his head and glared at the confessional camera. "See what I'm dealing with?" he grumbled.
(xXxXx)
Ada was in the confessional next and she sat on the seat with her fists resting on the side of her wide hips. "Hmmph," she pouted. "Everything on this island is absolutely disgusting. Including the other people."
She then grimaced a little as a mischievous thought came to her head. "But it is nice to have all of these potential playthings for me to use," she confessed, raising up one of her fists and smirking with confidence. "I will take over this show with ease."
(xXxXx)
Frederick sat with his arms crossed and his hat tipped up. "Right now, I'm playing nice with my fellow campers," he said before adjusting his cowboy hat to be a bit lower, covering his eyes more. "But of course, that's gon change real soon. This boy an outlaw for a reason." Afterwards, he started chuckling in a nefarious manner.
End Confessionals
The camera then flashed back to the cabins, where Chris told the campers to pack their stuff in their appropriate cabin. The Screaming Gophers' cabin was on the right, nearest the lake shore. Inside, the team saw that bunks were everywhere.
Phillip plopped his suitcase on a bottom bunk and then turned to all of the women on his team. "So which one of you gorgeous ladies wants to share a bunk with me?" he asked with a perverted sense of confidence. None of the women were eager to take the offer.
"Well, sheewwt, thanks for the offer, party boy," Wyatt said, wrapping his arm around Phillip and beaming ear to ear. "I'd gladly be your bunk buddy." Phillip groaned in disappointment while all of the other women smirked with satisfaction.
Raina approached someone after. "So… Lynn, is it?" she piped, shuffling towards the creepy girl. "Wanna share bunks?"
Lynn shrugged. "Whatever," she nonchalantly agreed before the two women went their way to get all unpacked.
Claudia held her hand out to Darci. "Bunk buddy?" she offered.
Darci smiled and shook her hand. "Of course," she agreed before the two made their way to a bunk together.
As they unpacked their suitcases, Claudia leaned over and spoke quietly to Darci. "So, I overheard you conversing with Phillip earlier that you're trans," she shared, making sure no one else could hear them. "Well, I'm trans too."
"Really?" Darci asked in a whisper, looking quite amazed. "Wow, that's so comforting to have someone like me here. By the way, you're super super pretty."
Claudia giggled thankfully. "Oh but you are too," she replied, making Darci blush in modesty. "Let's be friends, shall we?"
"Oh yeah, we shall," Darci agreed, sharing cute smiles with her newest friend.
Isabel placed down her parasol on a bottom bunk and sighed quietly to herself. "Pardon me, miss," said a sudden voice, surprising her a little. It was Frederick and he leaned up against her bunk with a charming smile. "I believe you may be in need of a bunk buddy."
Isabel smiled and blushed. "Oh my… Sure, sugar," she agreed, playfully caressing the stubble on his cheek.
Frederick smiled romantically before noticing her parasol. He attempted to pick it up. "This is a lovely parasol you got here," he remarked.
Isabel slapped the parasol out of his hand. "Don't touch that!" she snapped. Frederick stared at her in disbelief, causing her to blush in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to slap you. Just, uhh, don't touch my parasol without permission next time, okay honey"
Frederick tipped his hat towards her. "Understood, ma'am," he replied. Isabel went back to her unpacking while Frederick stood there pondering on something.
Begin Confessional
Frederick sat there, rubbing his chin with a devious smirk on his face. "Well, well, well," he said. "Seems like the southern belle has a bit of bite to her." He chuckled a little after.
"And that parasol… Hmmm…," he continued. "I'll keep this interaction deep in the back of my head for now."
End Confessional
Ethan made his way to the cabin's only solo bed but before he could claim it, someone else was already there. "Sorry, King," Theo apologized. "I already called dibs on the solo bunk." He then flexed a bicep over his chest. "Big guy needs all the room he can get."
Ethan sighed in disappointment. "It's fine," he conceded.
"Hey, King," Theo replied, placing his large hand on the nerd's shoulder. "You can share a bunk with that Queen over there."
Ethan turned around to see Shelby at the last bunk by herself. She was folding up some shirts and gently placing them on her mattress. Ethan couldn't help but groan in frustration as he slowly shuffled his way towards her.
Shelby noticed him and narrowed her eyes at him. "Can I, like, help you with something?" she asked.
Ethan plopped his suitcase on the top bunk, ignoring her question. "We're bunk buddies," he said regrettably. "I hope you don't snore too loud when you sleep."
Shelby raised an eyebrow. "You know, um, sleep is basically just a distant relative to, like, death and stuff," she babbled. "When we sleep, um, it's like our bodies are trying to simulate a state that's, like, similar to our so-called 'final rest' and such."
Ethan groaned in disgust and bashed his head against the bunk frame repeatedly. "Just be quiet with your existential shit already," he demanded. "It freaks me out."
"It wouldn't freak you out if you weren't, like, so weak to face the truth," Shelby retorted, smirking a little.
Ethan stopped his head bashing and just glared at her. "I'm gonna hate this summer so much," he said before leaping up to his bunk and burrowing his face in a pillow.
"Hatred is just an abstract construct that truly isn't-" Shelby attempted to say.
"Shut up!" Ethan shouted, laying face down. "Or I'm gonna suffocate myself." This time Shelby stayed quiet and went back to her folding. All of the other Gophers just stared at them in total disbelief.
Meanwhile, the Killer Bass were in their cabins deciding their bunks as well. Harley had a roll of tape and began taping the entire floor vertically. Zane watched her and furrowed his eyebrows in intrigue. "What are you doing, sweetheart?" he asked.
Harley ignored him and finished her taping. Afterwards, she wiped her hands together and glanced over towards Zane. "Making boundaries," she explained. "And don't call me, sweetheart."
"Ey, wait. What's happening?" Tony asked, putting a fresh toothpick in his mouth.
Harley glared at him. "I said I'm making boundaries," she repeated. "Since Chris thinks it's cool to have both the men and the women share a cabin, I'm drawing a literal line." Many of the other campers shared looks of confusion.
Harley then stepped over towards the right side of the cabin. The one that had only five total beds. "This is the girl's side of the cabin," she stated before pointing at the side with six beds. "That's the guys' side of the cabin. If I see any of you disgusting men trying to infiltrate the girl's side, I'll kill you with my bare hands."
"Bro, what is this shit," Craig scoffed, rolling his eyes at Harley. "Who the fuck made you the boss?"
"Yeah, I'm the boss," Tony added, smirking a little. "The Brooklyn Boss, that is. Capisce?"
Harley approached Craig and Tony with a smug look. She then grabbed each of the two men by the collar and raised them up in the air. "You're on the wrong side of the cabin," she snarled before tossing them off to their appropriate side, the two of them colliding with an unsuspecting Lance in the process.
"Man, this some major bull bull," Uriah complained. "I wanted to share a bunk with the sexy girl over there." He then directed some flirtatious eyebrow raising towards Ada, who blew a kiss towards him in response. He pretended to catch the kiss and hold it tightly.
"You can always sleep at the bunk across from me," Ada flirted, giving him a wink before unpacking her stuff at the only solo bed of the cabin.
Eventually, all of the other Bass reluctantly conceded to abide by Harley's boundaries and began unpacking their bags at their bunks. Mathias and Lance decided to bunk together. Mathias had the bottom bunk, Lance had the top. While they were casually chatting, Madison sneakily approached them. "Hey, you two," she greeted playfully.
Mathias gave her a nod. "What's up?" he replied, bending over to pull out some clothes from his bag.
"I was just thinking…" Madison said, walking her fingers up the bunk frame. "Since we're on the same team… Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"
Immediately, Mathias banged his head on the bottom frame of the top bunk. "Ow…" he grunted, rubbing his head and glaring at Madison. "Run that by me again?"
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Madison repeated with a cutesy smile.
Mathias shared amused looks with Lance for a bit before laughing heartily. "You're that desperate, huh?" he remarked.
"Word, she asked me out too, earlier," Lance added, sharing high-fives with his baseball friend.
Madison placed her hands on her hips and frowned. "I'm not desperate," she denied. "I'm just-"
"Madison, get over here now!" Harley interjected angrily. "Girl's can't be on the guys' side either."
"Oh pleeeease, Harley," Madison pleaded, getting on her knees and clasping her hands. "Lemme hang out with the boys. Pleeeease."
"I SAID NOW!" Harley screamed, causing Madison to shriek and cry her way back to the girl's side as both Mathias and Lance shared awkward looks with each other.
Harley grabbed Madison by the arm and pointed at the bunk above her. "You're sharing a bunk with me," she said. "I gotta keep a close eye on you. Now go unpack your stuff." Madison pouted and did as told, while Zane watched the scene with disapproving eyes from his bunk.
Begin Confessional
Zane sat with an angry look on his face. "What the hell is Harley's problem?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips. "She's acting like a total dictator. Ugh, she is so not fabulous." He examined his fingernails for a bit.
"Well," he continued, holding his hand out and closing one eye. "If she continues to act this way, I just know the entire team will eventually get sick of her." He shrugged. "She won't last here very long."
End Confessional
"Welp, looks like it's me and you, kid," Tony said, staring down at Zane. "You want top or bottom."
Zane smirked at him. "Is that supposed to be some kind of gay joke?" he asked.
Tony shook his head. "What? No?" he denied with a bit of agitation. "I meant the bunk, you bozo."
"Oh," Zane replied, feeling a bit awkward. "Well, I guess I'll sleep on the bottom bunk." Tony shrugged and plopped his stuff on the top. Afterwards, he pulled himself up and rested a little while Zane sat there in silent thought.
Tony then peaked down from his bunk with a huge shit-eating smirk on his face. "So, are you actually a bottom?" he quipped.
"Shut up," Zane scoffed, pushing away Tony's smug face.
On the girl's side of the cabin, Amber sat on a bunk by herself with her head slumped into her hands. "Just relax, Amber," she consoled herself. "It's only for eight weeks. You got this."
"Hiii," came a cheerful voice. Amber looked up to see Julie, standing there with her arms behind her back. "Guess we're bunking together. Isn't that great?"
Amber nodded slowly. "Yeah…" she replied.
Julie tilted her head. "Are you nervous?" she asked with concern.
"Yeah…" Amber repeated, rubbing her forearms. "I don't know anybody here and I'm just really shy sometimes."
Julie took a seat next to her and placed a hand on her back. "Well, it's okay sweetie," she soothed. "If it helps, I could be your friend."
Amber smiled at her and nodded. "Yeah, that would be nice," she agreed. "You seem very sweet."
"You do too," Julie countered, smiling back at her.
Craig laid on the top bunk with Uriah sitting on the bunk under him. "So when do you think we'll finna eat?" he asked, rolling over to face his bunk buddy.
"No clue, cuz," Uriah answered, staring across the cabin, right at Ada. "But I hope I can get a bite of her." The tall asian goddess couldn't help but giggle a little and hide her face with a fashion magazine she had.
Craig lowered his sunglasses down and gave Uriah an amused smirk. "Shoot your shot, homie," he quipped before rolling back on his bed and putting his glasses back up.
"Attention campers!" blared Chris' voice, alarming everyone. "Come meet me at the mess hall, pronto!"
The camera then flashed to the mess hall where a big burly black man was barking up orders. "Listen up!" he shouted. "I am Chef Hatchet! I serve food three times a day and you will eat it three times a day. Now grab a tray, get your food and sit your asses down!"
"What's his problem?" Lance mumbled to Mathias.
"What was that!?" Chef barked. "Come here punk, let me hear you say that again."
"Relax, man," Lance pleaded, carefully approaching with his tray out. "It's no big deal."
Chef growled and smashed a scoop full of reddish brown slop on his tray. "I got my eye on you," he warned as Lance gulped in fear.
"Uhh, could you even consider this food?" Mathias asked, poking at his pile of slop with his fork.
"Yes, now EAT IT!" Chef screamed, his veins popping through his neck. Mathias also gulped in fear and the two of them headed to their table.
"Are there any animal products in here?" Claudia asked carefully. "I'm a vegetarian."
Chef grumbled some obscenities as he checked his cookbook. "You're fine, hippie," he assured before tossing the cookbook behind. It could be heard crashing into a bunch of pans, causing Chef to cringe. "Goddammit…"
As Chef went to clean his mess up, Claudia sat down with Darci as well as Lynn. "Well, I guess this is it," she said.
"This food tastes like death," Lynn remarked as she scooped up some slop with her fork.
"That bad, huh," Darci said, staring down reluctantly at her plate.
"It's perfect," Lynn nonchalantly replied as she took a bite, swallowing it with no issue. Darci and Claudia just shared bewildered looks with each other.
Chef cleaned up his mess and returned to the serving station. Raina and Theo were currently waiting for him there. Chef served them their slop with no expression on his face.
"Um, excuse me," Raina squeaked, looking a bit disgusted at her meal. "But are you sure we're getting all of the major food groups with this?"
"Yeah, King," Theo said, examining his tray closely. "Gotta make sure my diet stays right so these gains stay fresh, you hear?"
Chef ignored Raina and instead beckoned over Theo. "Big kid, come over here," he ordered. Theo approached quietly, leading Chef to take his tray and plop an extra scoop. "All you really need is more calories. Now move along!"
Theo stared blankly at his tray and shrugged before he and Raina left the serving station. Up next was Julie, who had Amber with her. "Hi there," she greeted. "Ooh, I like your hat!"
"It's called a toque, tutz," Chef corrected, plopping some slop on her and Amber's tray. "Now get out of my face."
Julie looked unnerved as she left to go sit at the table. Amber followed and placed an arm on her back comfortingly. "He's so grouchy, amirite?" she remarked.
That was a bad mistake as suddenly a large butcher's knife came flying at her head. She ducked and the knife wedged itself in the wall. "Are you crazy!?" Amber screeched, looking at Chef with disbelieving eyes. Chef just responded with an "I see you" gesture with his fingers.
Chris then entered the mess hall with a big smile on his face. "Alright campers," he announced. "You have thirty minutes to finish your meal and then we'll start our first challenge."
"Our first challenge already, huh," Craig said, picking his teeth with his finger. "We movin' things fast, I see."
"That's show biz for ya," Chris quipped before leaving the mess hall.
"Gee, I wonder what they'll have us do," Zane pondered to himself. "Hopefully it won't be anything too ridiculous, right?"
"Ey, it's just the first challenge," Tony interjected with a confident smirk, placing an arm over an unsuspecting Zane. "How tough could it be, you know?"
The camera then flashed to all of the campers in their bathing suits, standing by the edge of a huge, deadly cliff.
"Aight, what the fuck?" Tony cursed.
And that's the first episode. I hope that each character introduced was fun and interesting to read through as well as all the jokes and stuff. I followed loosely with canon but mostly tried to be original with my scenes. That'll be the case for the rest of the show but as you saw at the end, the challenges will mostly remain the same as canon.
Here is a better look at the OCs and what teams they are in:
The Screaming Gophers: Claudia, Darci, Ethan, Frederick, Isabel, Lynn, Phillip, Raina, Shelby, Theo and Wyatt
The Killer Bass: Ada, Amber, Craig, Harley, Julie, Lance, Madison, Mathias, Tony, Uriah and Zane
Well, I hope to see you next time and without further ado, stay hydrated and have a wonderful day :)