Total Drama Bonanza
A Total Drama Fanfiction by StoryCrafter12
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Warning: The following fanfiction contains dangerous stunts and challenges performed by fictional teenagers. Any attempts to replicate these stunts or challenges may result in one or more of the following: broken bones, lacerations, concussions, contusions, hair loss, teeth loss, brain loss, sanity loss, first-degree burns, second-degree burns, third-degree burns, fourth-degree burns, nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea, coma, death, and halitosis. You have been warned.
Author's Note: Holy crap, two whole reviews?! I-I'm so honored! Oh, I didn't come prepared to make a speech, this is so unexpected!
Eh, I'm just joking. I know that as a new author it will take a while for me to get noticed, and I sincerely thank Mystic LionRoar and my mystery Guest for taking the time to leave a review.
One thing I need to address though that both of them pointed out: the lack of Staci in this fic. I actually meant to put this in the first chapter, but it kind of slipped my mind. The thing about Staci is, I could not make her work. At all.
What I mean is, my whole purpose for writing this story is to give some development to characters from RotI and PI that I feel got shafted, like B, Dawn, Leonard, Beardo, Samey… with each of them and several others I was able to come up with some kind of personal plotline and character growth, but with Staci, I just… couldn't. I went through maybe four different drafts of the first day and a dozen or so outlines of the story as a whole, and no matter how I approached it, Staci came off as exactly like in the show: an lying motor mouth who served no greater purpose than to be annoying and elimination fodder. So in the end, I made the decision to exclude her all together. That probably says something about my writing skills that I simply could not make one character in particular work, but that's just how it is.
And there you go. That's why Staci won't be in Total Drama Bonanza. I'm sorry if my bluntness makes me lose the few readers I have, but I'd rather be honest about why I didn't add a certain element to my story rather than try to shoehorn it in and have the work as a whole suffer.
Okay, I'll shut up now. Enjoy.
Day One, Part Two: Settling In
After drying off, the twenty-six contestants found themselves sitting on the stumps at the fire pit, where so many campers had been voted off before. Chris stood up at his podium with a clipboard in hand, clearing his throat.
"Okay," he began. "I'm assuming that you've all seen at least one episode of this show before, but since I like hearing the sound of my own voice, I'm going to explain the rules anyways! Soon, I'll be dividing you each into two teams of thirteen. Everyday there will be a challenge to complete. The winning team gets a prize to make their stay at Camp Wawanakwa a little more bearable. The losing team must vote for one of their own to walk down the Dock of Shame, take the Boat of Losers out of here, and never come back. Ever."
"Um, question," Ella said, raising her hand politely. "Didn't Eva and Izzy come back during the first season?"
"And Courtney came back during Total Drama Action," Scott pointed out.
"And you brought back Duncan in the middle of the last season," Sky added.
Chris scowled. "Duncan was brought back because he tried to cheat his way out of his contract, Courtney had some very persistent lawyers, and we only brought back Izzy and Eva to pad out season one." His smile returned. "But since we've got twenty-six of you this time around, we won't have any need for padding or filler. So once someone is voted off, you'll stay voted off. For good!
"Now then, when I call your name, come stand to my right if you would: Anne Maria, Beardo, Cameron, Dakota, Dave, Jo, Max, Mike, Rodney, Scarlet, Scott, Sky and Sugar!" He waited until they were all in position. "From now on, you thirteen will be known as the Extreme Eagles!"
Beardo grinned and imitated the cry of an eagle, making everyone around him jump.
"That's the spirit, Beardo! And now the rest of you, to my left: Amy, B, Brick, Dawn, Ella, Jasmine, Leonard, Lightning, Sam, Samey, Shawn, Topher and Zoey! Your team will be called the Wild Wolves!"
"Yes!" Topher exclaimed, giving Chris a thumbs-up. "Excellent choice in team names, Chris my man!"
"Thank you Topher! The people around you will be your allies for the next two weeks, so try to get along and work together. But careful not to get too friendly, because after the teams merge it's every man for himself!
"Now then, lunch will be served in fifteen minutes, followed by your first challenge. You have until then to unpack and get yourselves settled. Eagles get the east cabin, wolves get the west, and the boys will take the right side while girls get the left."
Confessional Cam: Our first appearance in this fanfic! What what!
Chris McLean: "And of course, if you have anything you need to get off your chest, we have our handy Confessional Cam!"
Rodney: "Wow, our very own outhouse! (sniffs deeply and smiles) Ah, just like back home."
Jo: "Yeah, aside from a few who might be decent competition, I'm not impressed with the others. Winning this contest will be easier than thirty one-armed pull-ups with only ten-pound ankle weights."
Samey: "Things are off to a good start, I guess. It's just… (sighs) I was really hoping Amy wouldn't be here too. The whole reason I joined this show was to get away from her for a while."
B: (laces his fingers behind his head and leans back with a smile)
Scott threw open the door to the boy's side of the Extreme Eagles cabin, and a dozen cockroaches scurried away from the sudden light. Three bunk beds with thin blankets and hard-looking pillows leaned against walls with cracked wood and peeling paint. Cobwebs hung in each corner, and the windows were so caked with dust they were nearly opaque.
"Okay…" Scott said as he stepped into the cabin, the rest of the Eagle boys filing in behind him. "This officially sucks."
"Oh come on, guys, it's not so bad," Rodney said. He gave a support beam a gentle tap, then flinched as it cracked beneath his fingers. "It just needs… a little elbow grease."
"How much elbow grease are we talking?" Mike asked. He ran a finger along a window sill and it came back coated with grey. "A dump truck's worth?"
"More like an oil tanker's worth," Dave said, wincing as he looked at his new surroundings. A small brown mouse in the corner of the cabin gave a friendly squeak and waved a tiny paw. In response, Dave gave a high-pitched scream of terror and leapt into Rodney's arms. "Forget the elbow grease! Nuke the sight from orbit! It's the only way to be sure!"
"I'm actually working on something like that," Max said, looking smug. "It's not quite ready yet – turns out that getting the components for a nuclear bomb isn't as easy as the TV terrorists make it look – but once my satellite is in orbit, I'll be able to turn any city on Earth into a smoking crater with the press of a button!"
Beardo made the sound of Call of Duty's "incoming tactical nuke!" alarm.
"Yes, that's exactly it, my bearded minion!" Max grinned, rubbing his palms together. "And with that sort of power at my disposal, the people of Earth will have no choice but to surrender to me and bow before my strength!"
"I'm sure you'll make a wonderfully evil leader," Scott said, the sarcasm so thick that it formed a puddle at his feet.
"Indeed I will, shorter-redheaded minion! I've even got my title picked out. I shall be known as Max! The Incredibly Destructive, Inescapable, and Omnipresent Tyrant! Mwahaha-"
"Wait," Mike spoke up, "so when you rule the world, you want everyone to call you Max the IDIOT?"
Max blinked, then mumbled under his breath. "I, D, I… Ah, damn it!" He stomped the floor of the cabin (leaving a dent in the old wood) before clearing his throat. "Well, no matter! I still have plenty of time to come up with a wonderfully evil moniker for when I take over the world."
"Uh, that's all well and good Max," Cameron said, looking around nervously, "but at the moment, I think we've got a bigger problem. There are seven of us, right?"
"Yeah," Rodney confirmed, looking confused. "What about it?"
"How many beds do you see here?"
The other boys blinked and slowly looked around, as if noticing the three bunk beds for the very first time.
"Oh, that's perfect," Scott deadpanned.
Confessional Cam: Awk-ward!
Chris: "Oh yeah, I forgot that for season one we didn't have more than six guys and girls to a team, so we never had to order more than three bunk beds for each side. (shrugs) Oh well! Hope four of the guys don't mind buddying up for the time being, haha!"
Scott: "Great, so my roommates are some inbred country bumpkin, a neurotic neat freak, a wimpy bubble-boy, a living sound-effects mixer and… whatever the hell Mike is! Yeah, I don't think so. These guys have got to go."
Mike: "Thankfully, we didn't have a problem with the bed shortage. Turns out that Dave guy came prepared to camp out, so he offered to stay outside. I don't know what he seemed more concerned about: the possibility of sharing a bed with another guy, or the thought of sleeping in that cabin period."
Dave: "Ugh, that cabin was the most unsanitary place I've ever set foot in! I'd rather sleep outside in my tent: at least I know that's clean!"
"Okay, this is beyond gross," Dakota said as she lifted the blanket on one of the beds, cringing at the scratchy texture. "Chris can't possibly expect us to live like this!"
"Well, this is a guy who makes his living by making teenagers miserable," Sky pointed out, sitting on one of the bottom bunks. "Honestly, I think he's known for a while that they'd be doing another season here and purposely did zero repairs just to make our lives difficult."
"It would fit with his established profile of chronic sociopathy and general sadism," Scarlet observed, pulling the blanket off of her bad and replacing it with a softer one that she had the foresight to pack.
Anne Maria, who was applying more hair spray, looked around the cabin with apprehension. "I'm just wondering if he planned anymore 'surprises' like he had on the Dock of Shame," she said, running a brush through her hair. "Do you how long it took me to look this fabulous again?"
"How can we not?" Jo asked, crossing her arms and frowning. "Since you've been here, you've already used enough hair spray to double the size of that hole in the ozone lair."
"Oh yeah?" Anna Maria stopped spraying and put her hands on her hips. "Well there isn't enough hair spray in the world to make you look like anything more than a lumpy gym rat!"
"I'd rather be a rat than a misshapen carrot like you!"
Anne Maria growled and took a step towards Jo, who snarled as her hands curled into fists. Scarlet and Dakota wisely took a few cautious steps back, and Sky considered just staying where she was, until she remembered that she was probably the most level-headed girl present.
"I just know this is gonna end badly for me," she mumbled to herself before hopping off and planting herself between Jo and Anne Maria. "Okay, that's enough!" She said firmly.
The girls switched their angry glares from each other to Sky for a moment, and the athlete had to take a deep breath to not panic.
"Look, like it or not we're going to be teammates for a while," she continued, "and if we keep fighting like this, the Wild Wolves are going to trample us. We need to work together, so I'm going to need you two to make a Cold War pact."
The angry looks briefly gave way to confusion. "Huh?" Anne Maria and Jo asked in near-perfect unison.
"It means you two need to just hate each other in silence so we can work together and hopefully not get our asses kicked. Okay?"
The three of them stood like that for a moment: Anne Maria and Jo glaring daggers at each other while Sky stood between them, their muscles drawn tight and ready to spring in a moment's notice. Scarlet and Dakota stood a safe distance away, the former calculating the probable result of a brawl (and the odds were not in Anne Maria's favor), the latter with her phone out and ready to record from the first punch, falling back on years of school experience.
The seconds ticked by like centuries, until Jo broke the silence with a sigh.
"Sky's right," she said, "this sort of infighting is bad for team morale." She unclenched her fist and extended it to Anne Maria. "Truce?"
Anna Maria stared at Jo's hand for a few long seconds, then sighed and shook it. "Okay, truce."
Sky let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as Jo and Anne Maria stalked off to opposite sides of the cabin. Crisis averted, she thought, plopping back down on her bed. Huh, that actually went a lot better than expected. I thought for sure I was gonna come out of that with a black eye or something-
The cabin door slamming open cut off Sky's thoughts. She glanced up to see Sugar swagger in with a big smile, completely oblivious to the volatile situation that had just been narrowly defused.
"Hey, roomies!" She said with a big grin. "Are we having fun yet?!" Her eyes fell on the beds and lit up. "Ooh, bunk beds! Dibs on a top bunk!"
Sky's eyes went wide and bloodshot in an instant.
With a swiftness her size betrayed, Sugar crossed the cabin in five big steps and leapt for the top bed above Sky, just as she shot up and screamed: "WAIT SUGAR DON'T-"
Confessional Cam: Welcome to the International House of Pain-Cakes!
Jo: "That fake-tanning Jersey Shore-reject thinks she can push me around?! I'll tolerate her for now, but the second we lose a challenge, that bitch is gone!"
Anne Maria: "That jockstrap-wearing hag who wouldn't know fashion if it punched her in her pig nose thinks she can push me around?! I'll play nice for now, but the second we lose a challenge, that bitch is gone!"
Sky: "Okay, so I learned a few important things about my new teammates. One: both Jo and Anne Maria are very proud, passionate women. Two: as long as I can keep them from throttling each other, we can use that drive to dominate this game. And three… (she rubs the bandages wrapped around her head and winces) Sugar is heavy…"
Sugar: "Ha ha ha, very funny Chris. I can't believe he'd rig the bunk beds to collapse like that! I swear, that man has a sick sense of humor!"
Chris: "Hey, you guys wanna know a secret? Come here… (leans close to the camera, smirks and whispers) I didn't mess with the bunk beds in any way!"
Unlike their Eagle counterparts, the boys of the Wild Wolves recognized the bed problem right away.
"Anyone who doesn't wanna share a bed with another dude say not it!" Lightning said at once, his words almost too fast to hear. "Not it!"
"Not it!" Topher, Brick, Leonard and Sam all shouted within milliseconds of one another. B blinked and opened his mouth, then realized he had already lost and closed it, bringing a palm to his forehead.
"Sorry about that, buddy," Sam said sympathetically, reaching up to pat B on the shoulder.
"I can put a cloaking spell over Shawn so you don't even know he's there," Leonard offered with a hopeful smile.
"Wait," Topher said, looking between B and the rather small mattresses, "how is that even gonna work?"
"How is what gonna work?" Shawn asked, poking his head in from the cabin porch.
"Looks like you and B here are going to be bunkmates," Brick said, pointing to the three bunk beds. Shawn looked confused, then saw the dejected look on B's face. His eyes widened in realization and he rapidly shook his head.
"That is so not happening," Shawn said. "It won't be a problem anyways, since I already planned to sleep on the roof."
The other six Wolf boys blinked.
"Uh, the roof?" Lightning asked, pointing to the ceiling. Shawn nodded emphatically.
"Yeah man! Ground domiciles like this are a massacre waiting to happen! If a bunch of zombies decide to come busting in here in the middle of the night, it'll be like an all-you-can-eat-buffet of brains!"
The other six blinked. Again.
"Uh, what's up with this dude?" Topher whispered to Sam. "You were talking to him earlier."
"Yeah, about video games," Sam whispered back. "I didn't think he was serious about the zombie thing!"
"So anyways, I'll be staying up above ground where it's safe for my time on this island," Shawn finished saying as he jumped up and grabbed the cabin's gutter, using the outside windowsill as a foothold. "Can someone hand me my suitcase?"
"Uh… sure, I've got you," Sam said, giving the others a shrug as he stepped outside. Lightning, B, Topher and Leonard watched as Sam hefted the bulging suitcase up and Shawn reach down to pull it on to the roof.
"That guy is weird," Lightning said bluntly.
"You can say that again," Topher said, he and B nodding.
Leonard shook his head. "It is so sad when someone lets a delusion completely take over their life."
Confessional Cam: Hello pot, my name is kettle.
Shawn: "Yeah, I heard everything the guys said. But I don't let it bug me: people have been calling me a freak for years now, telling me that I'm wasting my life on some paranoid fantasy. Well, we'll see who's laughing when the dead rise from their graves and everyone else becomes a human Happy Meal!"
Lightning: "Man, I don't have a good feeling about some of these guys, especially Shawn and Leonard. I mean, I know I'm amazing, but a team is only as strong as its weakest link. And those two look like they'll break if I so much as sneeze on them."
Brick: "We've got some good soldiers here, but it's gonna take a lot of hard work and the directions of a great leader to turn us into a functioning unit."
Jasmine hadn't taken two steps into the cabin when a high-pitched scream assaulted her eardrums.
"Oh God, kill it!" Amy shrieked, backpedaling into Jasmine as she frantically pointed to one of the beds. "Kill it kill it kill it!"
"Whoa, calm down there blondie," Jasmine said, put a hand on Amy's shoulder to steady her. "What the hell's got your knickers in a twist?"
"There! Underneath that bed!" Amy said, still pointing. "Oh God, it was hideous!"
The Aussie exchanged a concerned glance with the rest of the Wolf girls. After a moment's hesitation, it was Dawn who stepped forward, striding past Jasmine and a still-panting Amy over to the bunk bed that had been indicated. Very slowly, she crouched down to peer beneath the lower bunk, and her look changed from worried to joyful in a heartbeat.
"Well hello there, little one," she said gently, reaching her hand beneath the bed. "It's okay, no one's going to hurt you."
She sat like that for a second, then stood up. Sitting in her outstretched palm was a tiny brown mouse, staring up at her with its ears tucked back and his little pink tail curled around himself protectively.
Jasmine scoffed. "That's what you freaked out about?! It's a mouse, for Christ's sake!"
"It's hideous, disease-ridden vermin is what it is!" Amy insisted.
"What are you talking about?" Ella asked, slipping past the two and going up to Dawn. "He's so cute!"
She gently scratched the mouse behind the ear, and he squeaked and chattered happily.
"He says that he understands your apprehension, given his species' reputation," Dawn said to a bewildered Amy, "but he happens to keep himself very clean and completely bug free."
Amy stared at Dawn and Ella like they were both completely bonkers before scoffing and marching over to the bunk opposite of where they stood.
"What-ever," she said, tossing her bags onto the top bed, "just make sure that little rat stays out of my bed." She paused, then added as an afterthought. "He can climb in Samey's bed if he wants though."
Samey sighed as she made her way to the bed beneath her sister. Jasmine chuckled as she went over to the last open bunk while Ella and Dawn continued to fawn over their new furry friend.
"Crikey, girl," she said to Amy as she vaulted herself onto the top bed, "you wouldn't last a second where I come from."
"Why's that?" Zoey asked, sitting on the final bed beneath Jasmine. "You have giant mice in Australia?"
"No, we've got mouse plagues, when the buggers multiply too fast. I've seen entire barn floors literally alive with the little ones. It's both terrifying and weirdly adorable."
Jasmine leaned back on her bed to try and relax, but perked up when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming from above.
"Man, just how much of a cheapskate is Chris anyways?" An oddly familiar male voice asked, almost directly overhead. "Look at this! What kind of idiot would patch a roof up with posterbo – augh!"
Jasmine screamed as the ceiling above her caved it, raining wood, plaster and a body down on her. The other girls jumped and cried out, then all looked up towards Jasmine's bed as the sound of coughing echoed through the cabin.
"Man, that was close," Shawn said, his voice muffled slightly as he blinked the dust from his eyes. "Good thing I landed on something… soft…"
He trailed off as his vision cleared and it became clear what he had landed on. Very, very slowly, Shawn raised his head from Jasmine's bosom to look at her face, which was caught somewhere between anger and embarrassment.
There was a long, pregnant pause. Nine months pregnant. With triplets.
"H-hey, how's it going?" Shawn asked, trying to be casual.
Confessional Cam: Talk About a fun-bag airbag! Zing!
Shawn: (rubbing a hand-shaped red mark on his cheek) "On second thought, I think it'll be safer if I just sleep up in a tree."
Dawn: (with the mouse resting on her shoulder) "I have a good feeling about my teammates; Ella is such a sweetie, and Jasmine and Zoey seem lovely as well. (frowns and looks away) Although, I am sensing a lot of negative emotions from those twins…"
Amy: (scowling) "Well, this is off to a wonderful start. Not only am I stuck with my loser sister, but I also have to deal with the rat whisperer, a rejected Disney princess, an Australian Sasquatch and… whatever the hell Zoey is! (sighs, then smirks) Oh well, at least these morons will be easy to manipulate."
After getting settled in, the twenty-six teenagers reported to the camp mess hall, where Chris McLean stood waiting in the corner wearing a shit-eating grin. Speaking of which, Chef Hatchet had prepared a smorgasbord of what could very loosely be called "food," including but not limited to: a salad bar of spoiled veggies and wilted leafy greens, a tub of lumpy grey mashed potatoes, gelatin cubes with visible hairs and other nondescript items floating within them, and a large pot of viscous brown mush simply labeled "Mystery Meet."
"Alright, maggots! Listen up!" Chef bellowed from his spot beside the buffet.
Brick was on his feet in an instant, his back strait and the side of his hand to his forehead in salute. He stood like that for a moment until he noticed everyone staring at him, then he laughed nervously and sat back down.
"Sorry," he said. "Reflexes."
Chef blinked, then shook his head and went back to yelling. "In my mess hall, there are three rules. Rule one: I make it three times a day! Rule two: you eat it three times a day! And rule three: if you don't like what I make, you're starving!" He straightened out his apron and put his hands on his hips. "Now, who's gonna be first to get some grub?"
None of the campers moved, their wide eyes still locked on the questionable substances before them. It was Jasmine who finally broke the silence with a sigh.
"What the hell, I'll go first," she said to no one in particular.
She grabbed a tray and stepped up to the counter, eyeing her choices with wary. As bad as the food looked from a distance, it somehow looked even worse up close. Flies buzzed everywhere, the tiny milk cartons that had been set out bore dates from years ago, and the fruit trays were lined with some sort of neon blue fuzz.
"I…" Jasmine said slowly, "I guess I'll try-"
She stopped short when the mashed potatoes started moving and squeaking. Chef scowled and whacked the lumpy mess with a spatula until it was silent and still.
Jasmine blanched and dropped her tray. "Okay, screw this."
With that, she turned on her heels and started marching towards the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" Chef demanded.
"We've got a whole island right outside, don't we?" Jasmine asked, her stride not slowing. "I'm sure there's something edible to be found out there!" She opened the door and threw a glance over her shoulder. "And anyone who doesn't want their stomach to commit suicide is welcome to join me."
Jasmine left, slamming the door shut behind her.
The others glanced between the door, the glaring Chef Hatchet, and his layout of dubious foodstuffs.
The mashed potatoes twitched.
"You know, I do know a thing or two about edible plants."
"They are teaching us how to live off the land at boot camp."
"A zombie-apocalypse survivor needs to know his flora in case of emergencies."
"I like berry-picking with my family in the summer."
"I deserve a meal befitting an evil genius as myself."
"Well, what are you waiting for Samey?! Go with the giant and bring me back some food!"
"Ow! Okay, okay…"
Chef watched, dumbfounded, as the teenagers filed out en masse. He looked over at the amused host and threw a hand towards the departing crowd. "Aren't you gonna stop them?!" He demanded.
Chris tapped his chin, looking thoughtful. "Well technically, there's no rule saying they can't go look for their own food…"
"No rule?! You make up half the rules around here whenever you feel like it!"
"Yes I do. And right now, I don't feel like it." Chris beamed at the stammering chef. "Sorry buddy, but it looks like you're out of a job."
Beardo, the last out the door, paused to look back at the suspicious sustenance. He gave Chef Hatchet a thumbs-down, made a sound like a game-show buzzer, and left.
Confessional Cam: Rejected!
Rodney: "Man, I've seen animals my Pa hit with his truck that looked more appetizing than that spread."
Brick: "Chef Hatchet's food was so bad, serving it to POW's would be considered a war crime."
Ella: "Oh, I feel so sorry for those poor mashed potatoes! I… don't know how they were even alive, but still!"
Zoey: "I've actually been wondering: is Chef a decent cook who's just paid to serve us the worst food possible, or were those atrocities the result of him actually trying?"
Chef: (fuming) "Those ungrateful little brats! I spend days slaving over a hot strove in that cramped kitchen with a broken air conditioner that Chris is too cheap to fix, and this is the thanks I get?! (he stammers angrily for a few seconds.) "You know what?! Fine! I don't care. Let them eat grass and tree bark! I hope they eat some poisonous berries and wind up crappin' out their own intestines!
(He punches the entire left wall out the outhouse down and stalks off) I get no respect around here!"
Chris: "The truth is, Chef actually has a part in the first challenge that I haven't told him about yet, and I wanted him to be as riled up as possible. (He grins and rubs his hands together.) Oh, this is going to be fun."
"So, what do you think of our team?" Cameron asked Sky as she plucked blueberries from a bush. The twenty-six contestants had all made their way to a clearing and were searching high and low for any edible fruits and plants.
Well, almost everyone was looking: Amy was just sitting on a rock yelling for her sister to hurry up. She called it "supervising."
"Well…" Sky said, glancing around at the others. Anne Maria and Jo kept shooting glares at one another, Scott was glowering at a chattering Mike and Rodney, Dakota was admiring her reflection in a puddle, and Dave was wincing like every bit of dirt and mud was boiling lava. "We've got some interesting characters, I'll say that much."
"Yeah, we're a colorful bunch all right," Cameron said, cringing as Sugar plucked some totally random berries from a tree and wolfed them down without bothering to check them. "So… what's your thing?"
Sky arched a brow. "Beg pardon?"
"Haven't you noticed that the contestants on this show always have some sort of quirk to them? On our team alone we've got a guy who makes funny noises, a female jock, a brainiac, a mad scientist, a germaphobe… what's your shtick, as they say?"
Sky shrugged. "Um… well, on my audition tape I demonstrated my gymnastic skills. So I guess I'm supposed to be the athlete, or something?"
"I guess," Cameron said, looking down. "I wouldn't realty know about that, to be honest."
"Oh. Not a big into sports?"
"Never really got a chance to find out. I've been a bubble boy most of my life."
Sky looked down at him, shocked. "Like the John Travo-"
"Yes, like that John Travolta movie," Cameron said automatically, like he'd heard it a million times before. "I was born with a really weak immune system, so my mom had to keep me in a sterile bubble for most of my life. My immune system has finally gotten to somewhere near normal levels, so my doctor recommended I expose myself to the outside world to toughen it up further."
"Uh-huh. And the first thing you did was come on this show?" Sky asked, and Cameron shrugged.
"Pretty much. I've been a fan of Total Drama since the first season, and I thought it would be a great way to make friends, experience new things…"
Sky smirked. "Win a million dollars?"
Cameron chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, that'd be nice too, hehe…"
"Yeah…"
Silence fell between them. Cameron glanced down at his shoes, and Sky rubbed her shoulder.
"So," she said abruptly. "The first challenge should be coming up soon. You nervous?"
"A little, but I'm trying not to worry too much," Cameron replied. "I mean, it's only the first challenge, so it shouldn't be too bad, right?"
In the main command center for Total Drama Bonanza, Chris sat in a chair as he observed a wall full of TV screens, showing the group of foraging teenagers from twenty different angles. Cameron's words were relayed over the speakers, and the host's lips split into a wide grin.
"Aaand that's my cue!" He said as he flicked a switch and grabbed a microphone.
Back on the opposite side of the island, Sky was a second away from slapping a hand over Cameron's mouth and telling him not to jinx it when the camp's intercom system squeaked to life.
"Attention, campers!" Chris's voice boomed, squealing with feedback. "You have one hour to hunt for your lunch, and then it's challenge time! You must all grab your bathing suits and meet me…"
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"… at the top of the thousand-foot cliff! Ahahaha!"
The campers all froze, shocked into silence as the intercom shut off. That silence was then broken by Cameron's wail of despair.
"Oh, me and my stupid mouth!"
End of Day One, Part Two
And there you have part two! Stay tuned for the first challenge of the story and the Dock of Shame's first victim.
Peace!
StoryCrafter12