MY STRANGE ADDICTION: TOTAL DRAMA STYLE
A/N: Whoa. I honestly didn't expect that many reviews. Anyway, one particular character had five votes, so I went for her. So... here's Heather's time to shine.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to the Total Drama series.
CHAPTER 2: Heather
"Last time on My Secret Addiction: Total Drama Style…" Chris began. "The first interview I had was with with Lindsay, and it turns out that she hasn't changed much... Well, apart from the fact that she was crazier than I thought! That's right... she admitted on national tv that she talks to her bikinis and occasionally snacks on her lipgloss. Let's face it, that's pretty sick... And after trying a few attempts to get rid of Lindsay's addiction, her craziness succeeded in the end and now she's going to buy another bikini this weekend. But I'll admit the best part was when the cameras were off because she decided to give me a private bikini show- Oh snap, I probably shouldn't have said that... Anyway, today I'm back to cause more trouble to another contestant, so stay tuned!"
As the cameras began to film, it was obvious that this location was different from the last. This particular street had a few large houses, yet none of them seemed to compare to Lindsay's neighbourhood... Out of nowhere, Chris McLean appeared from the sidelines. This time his smile looked more devious than before.
"From what I've seen, everyone has finally decided on which contestant I should interroga- I mean interview next... And I don't know why you all wanted to send me on a suicide mission, but I like a challenge. Besides, it'll boost the ratings!"
As soon as Chris walked up to the two-storey house on the left, he stopped right in front of the door and turned to the camera.
"The contestant you've chosen for me to humiliate is cunning, ruthless, and once had her hair shaved off! Yes, everyone… This house belongs to Heather. Let the pain begin…" He muttered.
As soon as Chris rang the doorbell, it didn't take long for Heather to answer. At the very moment when her eyes met with Chris, she glared at him. She was honestly tired of being cheated out of the million dollars and wanted nothing more to do with Chris.
"What do you want? And more importantly, how do you know where I live?!"
"Uh, do I really have to tell you?... Anyway, I'm starting a new show that reveals your crazy addictions, so step aside and let me in."
Heather grimaced at Chris' choice of words. "I don't think so. Go away, you perv."
But before Heather was able to close the door on Chris and the camera crew, a little boy appeared from behind and pushed her to the side.
"Hi, I'm Damien, Heather's little brother. Are you the host who humiliated her on tv?"
"Yeah," Chris smiled, "that's me."
"Come in, then! Maybe you can tell me all the embarrassing things Heather did while the cameras were off," Damien said, allowing Chris to walk through.
"DAMIEN, YOU LITTLE RAT!" Heather shouted.
"I like this kid," Chris told the cameraman. "Anyway, it's time for the commercial break now. Make sure to be here on time to see what happens next!"
The commercial break ended up taking longer than expected. Although, when the cameras were finally set in the living room, Chris and Heather were shown to be seated on the couch. The large amount of space between Heather and Chris was obvious, however, Chris didn't seem to mind. After all, he didn't really like Heather... And after many attempts to get rid of Damien, he finally left the room so Chris could continue the show.
"And we're back! Now, Heather, how do you feel that the most handsome host in the world is sitting next to you?"
"I feel like vomiting," Heather answered, crossing her arms in the process.
"… Um, yeah… We can get this over and done with quickly if you participate. So, Heather… Please tell the audience your secret addiction."
"What are you talking about? I don't have a secret addiction."
"Really?" Chris asked.
"Yes."
"Really?…"
"Yes."
"Reeeeaaaally?"
"How many times do I have to say yes?!"
"Well that's kinda funny," Chris said with a smile as he opened his laptop. "Because I have a video from your brother and parents, and they want to let you know that you're a freak... Actually, if I'm not mistaken, I think they mention that you have not one, but two addictions!"
As Chris opened the video, Heather noticed her mother, father and evil brother right away. They were sitting on the same couch that she was on right now, and it almost looked as though they were pulling fake smiles at the camera. There was no visible sympathy, whatsoever.
"Hello, Heather-feather. This is your Momsy, Poopsy, and little Boobsy here. The fact is… we need to talk," her father started.
"You see, darling…" her mother continued, "We're afraid that you may have too many wigs in your room. I keep finding strands of black hair on the floor, and I know it's not mine... It just can't be! And since your hair has finally grown back, we think it's time for you to get rid of them."
"I don't really have anything to say…" Damien added. "Except that Heather looks like a troll that needs mouth wash. And I have many embarrassing stories to tell you about her-"
"Damien! Please behave!… And, Heather-feather, we think it's time for you to get over your glitter obsession... Just last week you started jumping around the house when I gave you some glitter glue for your collection… This needs to stop and I'm too embarrassed to invite anyone over…" her father admitted.
"Oh, that's absolutely true," her mother agreed. "I was at the beauty salon with Heather to get our nails done last week, and she wanted glitter nail polish. I mean, who does that?!"
Heather's mother, father and brother then burst into a fit of giggles until the cameraman reminded them that the tape was still recording. Her family then stopped laughing and looked at each other awkwardly.
"We love you, Heather-feather!" Her father said.
"And you need a new face transplant!" Her brother snickered.
As the video ended, Chris couldn't stop laughing as Heather's face turned red from anger. After a minutes worth of silence and quiet snickering, Heather turned around and shouted through the clear air, "DAMIEN, YOU UGLY PIG! GET OVER HERE!"
After what was probably ten seconds, Damien entered the living room once again, but this time with an evil smile on his face.
"I'm guessing you saw the video."
"Duh. Of course I did, you little twerp!"
"You're so evil…" Chris said to Damien. "… I like that. Hey, maybe we were separated at birth?"
"Yeah right... You're like fifty years older than me."
Chris tried his best to smile at the camera before turning to Damien. "Don't you ever call me old on tv!" he muttered.
"Well, I was going to show you Heather's room, but… never mind…"
Chris' smile then reappeared on his face as though he had forgotten about the whole situation.
"Okay, Heather's room it is!" he said as he stood up and followed Damien.
"Hey! I'm not giving you permission to enter my room!" Heather called as she followed after them.
As Damien opened the door to Heather's room, Chris didn't really have much to say. Honestly, it was just an ordinary room with purple walls, a queen size bed, and a few other things. Although, the only thing that seemed to be unusual was the row of wigs on the wooden dresser.
"That's it?… I thought you were going to have a mountain of wigs, but this is really boring."
"See? I told you there was nothing to look at. Now get out," Heather ordered.
"You don't get it…" Damien said. "It's not the amount of wigs she has... It's about her not getting rid of them."
Finally getting the message, Chris nodded at Damien in order to show his understanding. He then headed over to the row of wigs and inspected each one of them closely.
"Why don't you just throw them out?" Chris asked.
"Because… When I was bald, these wigs were the only things that could make me feel pretty... Usually, people would laugh at my baldness, and this was all I had… I don't know... I guess, getting rid of these wigs now would feel wrong…"
Everyone remained silent until Chris' laughter could be heard. The laughing eventually grew louder and all Heather did in return was glare at him.
"Oh, my sides!" Chris laughed. "But seriously, get rid of them. They look stupid."
"Give me one good reason," Heather sneered.
"Well…" Chris said, placing a finger on his chin, "From what I know, these hairs are falling out for a reason… You see, Heather, these hairs were collected at Camp Wawanakwa."
"What do you mean?" Heather asked. Even Damien looked interested.
"I'm pretty sure these are the hairs from Steve the Yeti… And these curly strands look like Leshawna's… Yeah, I remember Chef collecting them from the shower drains and selling them as hair extensions…"
"WHAT?!"
"Yeaaahh… You're basically addicted with Steve the Yeti and Leshawna's hair…"
"EW! YOU MEAN I WAS WEARING LESHAWNA'S DISGUSTING AFRO?!" Heather shouted, immediately throwing her wigs out the window.
"And Steve the Yeti, but yeah…"
Now that the wig problem was over, Chris started investigating the remains of Heather's room. He did this by peeking behind the curtains and looking under the bed.
"What are you doing now?!" Heather asked.
"I'm looking for your glitter collection, of course!" Chris said, looking under the pillows.
"Well you're not going to find it-"
"It's right here!" Damien said, grabbing a cardboard box from Heather's wardrobe.
Opening the cardboard box, Chris laughed at the endless amount of glittery objects. The box contained glitter pens, glitter glue, glitter paper, glitter nail polish, a few glitter scrunchies and other sparkly related items.
"I am going to kill you," Heather told her brother.
"Okay, have fun in prison for killing a sweet, innocent boy."
"Wow, this stuff's crazy... But this still isn't as crazy as Lindsay's addiction," Chris commented.
"Oh, I've got something that might change your mind…" Damien said.
"What could you possibly ha-"
"This!" Damien said, cutting off his sister. In his hands was a crumpled piece of paper. Heather immediately knew what this was.
"You ripped a page from my diary?!"
As Chris looked at the paper, his laughter was uncontrollable. He then shoved the piece of paper at the camera so that the audience would be able to see what was on it… And on that piece of paper were the words 'Mrs Heather Burromuerto' written with a pink glitter pen.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Seriously, Heather, that's pathetic."
But all Heather could do was scream, "DAMIEN, YOU FAT COW!"
A smirk suddenly appeared on Damien's face as he heard those words. "Speaking of fat cows…"
Heather's eyes widened slightly. "You wouldn't dare!"
"What is it, little man?" Chris asked. He didn't really understand what was going on anymore, but he was still enjoying every minute of it.
Trying his best to look innocent, Damien pulled a photograph out of his pocket and showed it to Chris. All Chris could really do was blink in surprise and compare the photo to Heather. He then revealed to the camera a picture of an overweight, pimply Heather with greasy hair and a hideous sweater.
Before Chris could laugh his heart out, Heather already began to push him out of her room… And as they reached the front door of the house, Chris couldn't help but say a few words.
"Heather, just before we leave, can you tell the camera if you're over your addictions or not?"
"How many times do I have to tell you?!" Heather shouted at the camera. "I have no addiction!"
And with that, the front door was slammed shut as soon as Chris was pushed out.
"And just when I thought she couldn't get any more rude!… Anyway, that comes to the end of the second episode! Of course I lied to Mrs Heather Burromuerto before… I don't know what those wigs were made out of, but at least I made her get rid of them!… But she's still got that glitter problem to solve, so… HAHA, it's not my problem anymore! So tell me, viewers, who would you like me to humiliate next?… These results will be revealed next time on My Strange Addiction: Total Drama Style!"
A/N: I enjoyed writing this chapter... So what do you think about my portrayal of Damien? And also, who would you like to see Chris interview next? Feel free to review your thoughts.