Alright, ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between! Let's get this ball rolling! Total Drama Kickstart begins... Now!
Just a small side thing, if there is some feeling of OOCness from some of these characters, do not hesitate to let me know. Even with research, I'm not 100% confident in writing these characters, so feel free to poke me about that.
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The camera pans down from the blue summer sky down to an island, resembling another island that was once in its place, now remade and repopulated by woodland creatures.
Transitioning from the faraway view of the island to the docks, a face the viewing world is all too familiar with pops into frame with an iconic grin. "Yo! Are you enjoying the sudden wave of nostalgia?" Christ McLean exclaimed before letting out a small laugh, clearly very happy with this arrangement. "Well, so am I! Hello again, viewing world! It's your very own Host with the Most! Chris McLean!"
"You might be having a lot of questions right now," Chris continued, walking down the dock. "How did the island come back? How did you get another season in your hands? And how have you not aged at all?! Don't worry, all will be answered in due time. What you need to focus on is two things, and two things only: We're back, and we're back with the best reality TV money can buy!"
"Of course, that goes without saying. I'm the host, after all! But, unfortunately, I'm not talking about this lovable mug for once. See, me and Chef were able to get our hands on something big. Bigger than big, even! And that all lies in our cast of contestants this time around. We went above and beyond, getting the strangest bunch of characters possible from whole different realities this go around! Call me crazy, but I think your claims of insanity are best saved for our contestants."
"Speaking of crazy! I'm gonna put these guys through the wringer. Assuming they don't already do that to themselves. Ha!" Chris let out another small laugh, before raising his hands in the air. "So! Strap yourselves in, and get ready for the best season of Total Drama yet! Total! DRAMA! KICKSTART!"
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*Intro Time*
Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine!
The camera zooms past Chris with a megaphone, going through the forest and diving off the cliff and into the water!
You guys are on my mind
The scene cuts to the Postal Dude fishing from a boat, reeling in a catch... Only for it to be an unamused Squidward. The Dude shrugs. Ms. Fortune, on the other side of the boat, continues to look for fish.
You asked me what I wanted to be
...Only for a stick of dynamite to fall into the boat! The camera pans over before we can see the aftermath, showing us the culprits, Rocky, laughing maniacally and throwing around dynamite all over the place!
And now I think the answer is plain to see
One stick of dynamite lands near an unfortunately placed Daffy as he looks to the camera, completely done with everything right now before the dynamite explodes!
I wanna be famous!
Daffy is sent through the mess hall window, Chef ducking under the... Well, duck, with a disgruntled expression on his face. The camera pans over to Jack Spicer, laughing evilly as he witnesses an invention of EVIL! Clemont, meanwhile, is engaged with his own experiments, while Wendy is just simply reading a magazine...
I wanna live close to the sun
Clemont finally notices the fact that the invention of EVIL should not be smoking and quickly ducks under a table as it explodes, soot covering in Jack's face. Ash, nearby, laughs at the nerd group's misery, in a subdued manner.
Well, pack your bags, because I've already won!
Outside, up on the roof, King Knight laughs pompously at the, in his own words, "peons" down below... Before falling off and falling flat on his face. Sonia, nearby, winces as King Knight falls from the roof.
Everything to prove, nothing in my way
Roxanne, also nearby, rolls her eyes as Handsome Jack tries to flirt with her. Taking this the wrong way, Handsome Jack starts getting visibly displeased...
I'll get there one day
Moreso considering he soon gets a boot to the face from a vine-swinging Marcy, with Tangle also joining in the fun!
Because I wanna be famous!
...They accidentally crash into the outhouse, causing Kobeni to get knocked out of it.
Na na nananana nananana nanananana!
Panning to the forest, Din walks down a path, before sensing something behind him and shooting a whipcord to ensnare anyone trying to sneak up on him! ...Unfortunately, it was just poor ol' Grey.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!
Even more unfortunately, Mera, hidden from the two of them, touches the tree before kicking it, somehow kicking the entire thing down as Din tries to untangle Grey!
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!
Fortunately enough, some heroes are here to save the day! Ivan and Remi quickly grab the two and gently place them down, both of them looking grateful.
*Whistle*
As day transitions to night, the camera pans down to Mao and Uzi, the demon laughing as it inspects the drone's railgun as Uzi smirks, admittedly kind of amused by Mao's antics... Before Gwenpool snaps them out of their good mood, hugging them as the camera pans out to the title, with everyone around the campfire.
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"Welcome back!" Chris happily greeted. "Just in time for our contestants to start pouring in! I'll explain the rules to everyone when all the contestants are here. But, let's skip that for now, and meet our first contestant!"
The first of the boats comes by, and drops off an orange-haired man. The man wore a black leather trench coat, a shirt with a simplified alien on it under the trench coat, and his gaze was blocked by a pair of sunglasses on his face.
"Dudes," Chris began to introduce as the man walked up to Chris. "Meet The Dude."
"...This really all there is?" The Dude asked, not exactly impressed with the look of the island. "Not some resort like the website said?"
"Nope!" Chris laughed with a smile. "What, do you think people would sign up for an island this crummy?"
"...You know what? Fair point," The Dude admitted. As he went to the other side of the dock, he spoke again, "But, hey, like the cabins."
Chris smiles and pointed a finger at the offscreen Dude as he looked at the camera. "Our first, and probably last, compliment of the day. Let's see the next one!"
The next contestant got off their boat, looking around with a smile. It was a shorter woman, clad in white and pink spandex and boots (although it didn't cover everything, her mouth and legs were out and open), with a multitude of belts for guns, blades, and other tools of destruction.
"Whew! Glad to be back on land!" She sighed. "Still think it's weird how I was able to get a crossover with all this stuff, buuuuut hey! Gonna try to not look a gifthorse in the mouth."
"Everyone! Meet Gwenpool!" Chris high-fived Gwenpool. "Promise me you're not gonna go crazy with the whole 'I'm fictional' shtick, alright?"
"I'll try my best, sir!" Gwenpool saluted... Before letting it off with a laugh, skipping over to the other end of the docks with the Dude. She gave him a wave while the Dude just gave of head nod of acknowledgment.
Chris sighed, muttering under his breath as the next boat came by, "I just hope that laugh was just about the salute and not the suggestion." Soon after, his tone gained its usual excited manner as he spoke again, "But let's not worry about that! Let's welcome our next contestant!"
The next contestant walks down to the docks, this time being... A bit stranger than the previous two. A light blue octopus wearing a brown shirt, currently displeased with the state of the island.
"I thought we were promised a resort," The walking aquatic animal grouched, a nasally sounding voice coming from them.
"Two for three, huh? I'll take it," Chris laughed. "Sorry, Squidward, but this is it!"
Squidward sighed but quickly tried to look up the silver lining, "Oh well. At least while I'm here, I don't have to deal with those two loser neighbors."
"Gasp!" Gwenpool said from the other side of the dock. Yes, she actually said 'gasp.' "Oh man, we are so screwed if Nickelodeon finds out we're using one of their most iconic characters!"
"Gwen!" Chris yelled, knowing that he would have to do this. "What did I just say about going crazy with your shtick?"
"...Oh," Gwenpool sighed, looking down at the ground. "Right. Sorry."
...Squidward just sighed. Even if he doesn't have to deal with his neighbors, something tells him he's not exactly going to enjoy being here.
As Squidward walks down the docks, Chris laughed, "Oh man, I can already tell I'm gonna like this cast. Let's see if this continues to hold up with our next contestant!"
The next contestant was an even shorter lady than Gwenpool with pale skin, long, deep blue hair, and an annoyed look on her face. Wearing a sand-colored sweater vest, a cream-colored shirt under it, and torn indigo jeans, the woman grouchily stepped down to the docks as Chris introduced her.
"Everyone?" Chris said. "Meet Mera. Don't antagonize her too hard."
"Yeah, yeah," Mera scowled. "I'd say it's just so wonderful to meet everyone here, but I was told by Indus that 'honesty is the best policy,' so... No, it's not."
"Welcome to the club," Squidward snarked back.
"...Man, when is someone more excited to be here going to show up?" Gwenpool asked Chris, feeling really out of place. "I can taste the tired sarcasm, and it's not a good taste."
"Ooooh, am I not up to your standards?" Mera mockingly asked. "You can file it in the complaint box, or whatever."
"Actually, I'm rather inclined to agree, Gwenpool," Chris answered as Mera went to the other end of the dock. "Would it kill you people to smile? Smiling takes less effort than frowning!"
"You lied about this place being a resort, man," The Dude defended the actions of the group. "What were you expecting, people not getting pissy?"
"Yes!" Chris bluntly admitted, earning an unimpressed look from three of the four people on the docks. No points in guessing who was in which category. "Ugh, whatever! Complain all you want, but we should be getting a more excited contestant... Now."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" A particularly whiny voice pierces the ears of everyone at the docks with an evil laugh! ...Or at least, attempting to be evil. Not even waiting for his boat to finish getting to the docks, the source of the laughter shows himself through the air, the backpack on his person sprouting up two propellers and flying him to the island!
Landing, we can get a clearer picture of him. A young, red-haired boy stands with a proud grin and his skin chalk white. He wore a black trench coat and a pair of yellow-colored goggles on his head, with a red spiral pattern on each of the lenses.
"BEHOLD, TOTAL DRAMA, AND BOW! For I am Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius!" Jack Spicer exclaimed!
...No one bowed there was no reaction from any of the four contestants, just annoyed looks. ...Except for Gwenpool, she's smiling that someone who isn't eternally annoyed is here.
"He-Hey! The least you can do is clap, or whatever!" Jack cried, quickly becoming defensive. "I tried really hard for that to be a cool intro! My voice didn't even crack this time!"
"Not really giving us a whole lot to work with here, kid," Mera scowled. Then again, when isn't she scowling? "Besides, your whining is giving me even more of a splitting headache than I already have, and the sooner I get to go and take my headache medicine, the better."
"I am not a whiner!" Jack whined.
Chris frowned, telling Jack, "Look, she has a point. We have twenty more contestants to get to, so if you could just move to the other end of the dock..."
"Grrrrr, FINE," Jack threw up his hands in defeat, moving to the other side of the docks. "But you're gonna rue the day you messed with Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius!"
Squidward rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
Gwenpool put a reassuring hand on Jack's back, "If it means anything, I thought your intro was pretty cool."
"Oh, thank you," Jack smiles a surprisingly not evil smile. "It means a lot. Glad to know someone can appreciate evil."
"No problem!" Gwenpool gave the wannabe villain a thumbs up. "Next time I'll try to clap."
As the next boat came by, another contestant got dropped off. She was a white-haired, tanned woman, the smile on her face prominently showing off a canine. She wore a light blue crop top, black hotpants, and the remnant of pantlegs, adjusted to be more fashionable. Although, that wasn't the most prominent thing about her. On her head was a pair of cat ears, her hands and feet had claws, and she even had a tail. Even more noticeable, deep scars littered her body like a minefield.
"Ms. Fortune!" Chris smiled, shaking hands with the cat lady. "Glad you're willing to just not steal the million bucks and play fairly."
"Huh. Not a bad group of weirdos," Ms. Fortune thought out loud, before getting a cattish grin. "Guess I'm gonna fit in purr-fectly."
"Oh dear god, she makes puns," Mera said to herself, dreading the next few weeks even more than she already did.
"I'm more worried about the scars," The Dude winced. "Someone did not like you at all, huh? Good lord."
"Well, hey," Fortune laughed as she moved to the other side. "Just means I have eight lives left instead of nine now. Besides, I like to think I'm a little harder to kill this time around."
"Yeah, you better hope you are," Mera quietly added.
"...Are we just not going to mention the fact that she's a catgirl?" Jack asked.
"You're asking that about the catgirl but not about the walking, talking squid?" Gwenpool asked back, pointing a thumb over at Squidward.
"...You know what, that's a good point, I'll shut up now."
The squid in question rolled his eyes. "About ti-"
THOOM.
Something heavy and metal cuts through Squidward's words as it lands on the beach of the island, kicking up a ton of sand and causing a small tremor, causing several people to almost lose their balance!
"Who in the world-?!" Chris exclaimed, holding onto the sign for dear life.
"PROTECT ME!" Jack Spicer yelped as he jumped into the Postal Dude's arms... Before promptly getting dropped.
As the sand falls back down to the ground, everyone can get a clear view of what just came from the sky. It was not a bird, nor was it a plane. Instead, it was some sort of pod that got shot out of... Somewhere.
Before too long, the door to the pod gets kicked right open, letting the music that was playing in there reach everyone else's ears (Holding Out for a Hero, if you're curious) and a particularly smarmy voice yell out, "BOOM, BABY! Guess who?!"
The man that was in the pod steps out, letting everyone get a clear view of him. He had black hair, and wore a black jacket with a brown vest and a yellow shirt underneath it, a pair of black pants and brown shoes, with multiple accessories on his belt, wrists, and jacket. Although, the strangest thing was that he had was a sort of mask stapled to his face, which was weirdly enough a different skin tone to his own body, being much paler and giving his eyes a heterochromatic color, one being colored blue and the other, green.
"That's right, baby! Hero of Pandora and CEO of Hyperion here!" The man egotistically exclaimed. "And, luckily for you, I just so happen to be interested in being a hero for everyone watching, too! Starting with this rinky-dink, teeny-weeny little island right here! Here I am, star of the show! Handsome freakin' Jack!"
...Handsome Jack pointed a finger gun towards a camera with a wink. "You're welcome."
"Jack!" Chris yelled in anger as the CEO of Hyperion.
"What did I do?!" Jack Spicer yelped, completely unaware that Chris was talking to the other Jack.
"Not you!"
"Oh boy," Gwenpool mumbled, already knowing this is going to be a running gag.
"Whatever," Chris just shook his head, turning it to glare at Handsome Jack "What in the world did you do?! You're supposed to get here through a boat, not from a freakin' pod!"
"And miss the opportunity to make a good first impression on all the kids watchin'?!" Handsome Jack laughed. "Yeah, sorry, cupcake. Not happenin' on my watch. Besides, not like a hero would make such a basic introduction. That stuff is for moron bandits."
"Hoooh god, now all of the boats are gonna get thrown off schedule," Chris worried. "I can feel the ratings plummeting already!"
"Oh, don't worry about it," Handsome Jack simply waved it off. "I already paid the guy to go do something else. Your little boat problem should be just fine. You're welcome."
"Wh-What? How?!"
"Well, first of all, it's because I'm really goddamn rich, and second, your guys are a bunch of sellouts."
Chris sighed, just waving it off. "Whatever, just go stand with everyone."
Squidward groaned as Handsome Jack walked over, "This is going to be a long few weeks, isn't it?"
"Well, hey, weird octopus guy," Handsome Jack smiled. "Think of it like this. Yeah, sure, it might be a long few weeks. And yeah, sure, whoever comes off the next boat might shatter both of our eardrums. ...Or mine, I guess, considering you don't have any ears. Can you even hear me?"
"Unfortunately," Squidward snarked under his breath.
"BUT that is not the point. The point is that, even if stuff goes haywire, you, buddy, can have some joy in the fact that I'm here to make it aaaaaall worth it."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Squidward said to himself.
"Why the hell would you even want to join a reality show, anyway?" The Dude asked. "You just said you're rich."
"Ah! Language, kiddo! We're on live television," Handsome Jack scolded. "Buuuuut, to answer your question, it's not just about the money. A million dollars is freakin' chump change these days, I could probably buy the show if I really wanted to. But I'm not, because this is the perfect place to find shit-for-brains bandits looking to make a quick buck. Because unfortunately, they got me standing in their way."
"Oh yeah," Mera rolled her eyes, "Because criminals are known for being in stuff like this."
"Oh yeah, because criminals are known for being in stuff like this," Handsome Jack mocked, putting on a terrible impression of Mera's voice. "Kiddo, I don't think you understand. I'm a hero. I know this stuff. You, well... that, I'm not too sure about."
As Handsome Jack yapped on about being a hero, the boat dropped off, and the contestant gets dropped off. It was a HUGE man, heavy set and shrouded in shadows. The only thing everyone could make out was a pair of glowing eyes.
"This here," Chris began to introduce, noticeably put off by the giant of a man. "Is Grey, everybody."
"Jesus Christ, what did they feed that guy?" Handsome Jack mused, only getting a heavy exhale from "Grey."
"Hey, bigger they are, harder they fall, right?" Ms. Fortune said, before getting another cattish grin. "Or is the big great hero too scared?"
"Me? Scared?" Handsome Jack laughed. "Pumpkin, heroes don't get scared! We scare bandits, remember that."
"Ha! Even if you were a hero, I, Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius, could easily beat you to smithereens, lesser Jack!" Jack Spicer laughed. "You're nothing compared to even the lowest JackBots."
"Ok, first of all, absolutely terrible name," Handsome Jack began.
"Hey! Is not! They're trying their best!"
Gwenpool turned her head as the two Jacks bicker and argue to the lumbering giant approaching them and gave them a thumbs up, shockingly not afraid of the giant. Still. all she gets is a heavy exhale.
"Aaaaalright," Chris sighed, relieved, and quickly getting his smile back. "Now! On to the next contestant!"
The next boat arrives and the next contestant leaped from it, slamming down on the ground. It was a man, short and wide, with his face hidden through the golden helmet worn on his head. In fact, the entire set of armor he was wearing was golden, or at least attempting to appear as golden. Most notable was the regal-like red cap and golden crown on the head of the helmet.
"King Knight, everyone," Chris grinned as he introduced the pridefully strutting monarch. "The King of Cards."
"And much more, soon!" King Knight pompously exclaimed. The rest of the contestants couldn't see it, but it was clear that King Knight's face was sporting the most arrogant of grins. "For once I win this game, I shall claim my crown as KING of Total Drama!"
"...Was that on the application?" Jack Spicer said to himself. "I mean, I just kind of skimmed over it, but I didn't see any mention of king..."
"No, I checked," Squidward said, not even looking up from a book he got from his luggage. "The oaf's just stupid."
"Yeah, if I was a betting man, which I'm not, don't get a gambling addiction, kiddos," Handsome Jack pointed to the camera. "I think tin can over here's just delusional as all hell."
"Gah?!" King Knight gasped, enraged at the suggestion that he's delusional. "Hmph! Not like you would have a chance of winning the throne, peons. I, King Knight, shall reign supreme! Hahahaha!"
"Whatever," The Dude growled.
As King Knight moved over to the other side, the next boat came by as the next contestant got off the boat with their luggage. It was a tall girl with long red hair, a laidback smirk on her face, wearing a tan lumberjack hat, a green plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of boots.
"Wendy! Glad you could make it!" Chris greeted, high-fiving the teen. "Hope the Mystery Shack is treating you well."
"As well as it can be," Wendy simply shrugged. "Think this is gonna be a nice change of pace."
"Yeah, for you, maybe," Mera rolled her eyes.
"Not even!" King Knight laughed. "Even she, too, will fall under my iron-fisted rule as king!"
"Yeesh, tough crowd."
"You'll get used to it," Gwenpool said sadly, holding her head down. "I feel my energy getting drained away..."
As Wendy moves over to the other side of the docks, striking up a conversation with the saddened Gwenpool, the next boat arrived, dropping off the next contestant, a tall, black-haired man, tanned and quite muscular, with a unique looking beard: a chin curtain, with several lines of facial hair around his mouth shooting upwards in an odd pattern. Regardless, the man wears an ornate cloak along with a dress shirt and an ascot tied in a full Windsor knot.
"Ivan," Chris greeted, shaking the hand of Ivan. "Glad you decided to come here after all."
"But of course, Mr. McLean," Ivan, despite the imposing size, politely greeted. "This is a wonderful opportunity for me."
"Don't mention it. Just call me Chris."
"Very well, 'Chris.'"
As Ivan disengaged from the handshake and made his way to the group, he took a glance at his competition. Wendy was still having a conversation with Gwenpool with Ms. Fortune joining in, King Knight was gloating about his kingly deeds to The Dude who just wants the guy to shut up more than anything, Squidward and Mera were mostly keeping to themselves, and, of course, the Jacks were arguing about heroes and villains and what not.
Easy pickings, if you ask him. Or his thoughts, rather, because the only thing he was saying was, "Ah, pardon me," as he tried to move back to the end of the docks.
As Ivan stood back and looked over all the contestants currently there, trying to think of what to do, the next contestant got dropped off. This time around, it was actually a robot rather than a human, with neon purple "eyes" and dull purple hair. Remarkably short even with the cast we're dealing with, the robot's sleek black and white design was covered by a hoodie with the symbol of a depleted battery on it, a beanie with a little pompom on the end, and a pair of black boots with striped purple socks. Most notable was the massive mechanical gun on her back, glowing a neon green.
"Everyone," Chris began to greet. "This is Uzi Doorm-OW!"
...Uzi kicked Chris in the shins. "Bite me! I don't need an introduction from you, of all people!"
People looked up to the sudden sound of pain coming from Chris and... Admittedly, some of them laughed. "Hey!" Chris angrily yelled, holding his leg. "Quit laughing!"
"Why do I even need to be here?!" Uzi asked, frustrated. "I didn't even sign up for the show. My dad did the application!"
"Aaaand he put your name on there," Chris explained. "Sorry, Zi. Contracts are contracts."
"Don't call me Zi!" Uzi threw up her hands, but grumpily made her way to the other side of the docks.
"Jeez Louise," Chris said, getting that grin again. "Someone's not happy to be here."
"BITE ME!"
"Let's see if our next contestant is happier to be here!" Chris ignored it and went on, cueing for the next boat to arrive.
"Hmm. Can't exactly say I am," the next contestant said in a soft voice. "Considering the state of this camp." A tall young man walks down, his blonde hair covering one of his eyes. Wearing a red and black parka, pants, and shoes, the effeminate man walks down with graceful steps.
"Ash!" Chris greeted. "Sorry about that, you know how it is."
"Ah well, I can't complain too hard. My nails didn't get chipped, thankfully. This place looks interesting, anyway."
"Heyo, uuuh..." Handsome Jack began. "Christopher, buddy, hotshot! When is, ah... When are things starting to get interesting?"
"...What do you mean?" Chris asked, shaking his head slightly in confusion. "There's a walking squid right next to you!"
Handsome Jack looked over to Squidward, just reading his book. "Not what I mean, buuuut, hey, fair response. What I mean is when are these guys going to stop cramping my style? I mean, c'mon! I'm a hero! I was expecting some big ol' monsters wanting the prize money to do... Whatever things bandits do with cash, I don't know if they even know what currency is, but the closest thing to that is tons of fun over here."
Handsome Jack pointed his thumb over to Grey, who just responded with yet another heavy exhale. "But other than that, all I'm getting are emo teenagers, weird animal people, and a bunch of snarky jackholes who don't seem to get the glory of this handsome mug."
"Hmph," Ash chuckled in the sea of eyerolling and snarky comments Handsome Jack just created. "Bold strategy, painting a target on your back already."
"Oh, please, pumpkin. I like to think people know not to kick me off."
"Ash, Jack," Chris said, looking over at the other end of the docks.
"I didn't say anything!" Jack Spicer whined.
"Not you! I'm talking about the other one," Chris explained, already feeling like getting two contestants was a mistake. "If you could save the banter for once the competition actually beg-"
A high pitched, terrified wail pierces through everyone's ears, promptly shutting everyone up as they either covered their ears, or quickly looked back to the person actually making it.
It was a young woman, meekish and clearly scared out of her mind, sweating bullets. With short brown hair in a ponytail, she wore a professional looking suit, with two red hairclips in her hair.
"Will someone remove this peon's insistent screaming?!" King Knight growled. "I need my ears!"
"Why is she even whining anyway?!" Handsome Jack yelled, trying to get over the woman's screeching. Grey, standing right behind Jack, let out another heavy exhale, causing him to yell, "Jesus Christ, we need to put a bell on you!"
"Hey, relax, relax!" Ivan tried to calmly say to the lady. As much as he hated that constant noise, just as much, might as well get some good faith with people. "No one's going to hurt you, I promise."
That somewhat managed to calm her down. She was still a shivering wreck, but now she wasn't killing everyone's eardrums. "Finally," Mera groaned, rubbing her ear in pain.
"Thank you, Ivan," Chris said, strained but with a smile. "Everyone, I'd say I'd like you to meet Kobeni, but I think you guys are already aquatinted."
"S-Sorry, just..." Kobeni looked absolutely terrified by the sight of Grey, only letting out a small noise of fear.
"Relax, dude," Wendy said, that laidback smirk coming back. "I don't think they bite anyway."
"And even so," Ivan followed up. "I'm sure we'd all help you."
"Says you," The Dude said from the crowd, but Ivan simply decided to ignore that, leading Kobeni over to the group.
"And, just on time! Our next contestant!" Chris exclaimed, happy to just be done with that whole thing, presenting their next contestant!
This time, it was a blonde teenager, a pair of big circular glasses on his face and a piece of his hair standing up, stylized sort of like a lightning bolt, as he walked down to the docks. Wearing a blue jumpsuit with the occasional yellow accent and a pair of black shoes, the most notable thing about the teen was the large backpack on his back.
"Clemont!" Chris smiles. "I'm shocked you decided to come here, considering your whole thing with cameras."
"...Hehe, because his hair spike thing is like a lightning bolt," Ms. Fortune chuckled. "Good one."
"I hate all of you," Squidward just casually mentions.
"Haha, well, that's still very true," Clemont laughed slightly, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "But, Ash is right. I can't stay just cooped up in the Gym. I need to actually get out there." ...Ash, as in Ash Crimson, lets out a small huff offscreen.
"That's right," Chris patted the Gym Leader's back. "And you picked the best place to do that! Knock them dead, kid."
As Clemont moved over to the group, Chris turned over to the camera and whispered something. "He is totally screwed."
Clemont turned back, thinking he heard something, "Huh?"
"But let's not worry about that! Let's see the next weirdo we got in store!" Chris ignored Clemont as the next boat arrived.
The next contestant walked down to the docks, a pleasant smile on her face. She was a tall, young woman, with blonde hair going down to her knees, with a notable ribbon on top of it. Wearing a dark teal dress with puffy sleeves and a red ribbon with a blue jewel trimmed with silver on the chest, she carried a sort of regal presence.
"Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Princess," Chris introduced. "Glad you could make the time to join."
"But of course!" Sonia bowed. "A million dollars would be great for Novoselic, I'm sure you understand. Plus, it would be nice to meet such interesting individuals."
"Ha! The Ultimate Princess?" King Knight laughed. "A likely story, but a foolish one! I, King Knight, know royalty when I see it, and you are not it."
"Oh my," Sonia gasped, the insult going right over her head. "A king and a knight? I didn't know one could be both!"
"Oh, but they can!" King Knight laughed. "For I decree it as such!"
"Interesting..." Sonia thought out loud. "Well, even if I don't take kindly to you doubting my royalty, I hope that we can negotiate sometime."
"Hrmph. I'll consider it, I suppose," King Knight grunted. "After I destroy these peasants."
"How much do you wanna bet that his crown is just tinfoil or something?" Mera leaned over to Squidward and whispered.
"Five dollars," Squidward said back. "Take it or leave it."
"Deal."
"Almost there! Here comes our next contestant!" Chris announced, as the boat quickly made its way.
The next contestant walks from the ship, slow, heavy, and metal steps as they presumably looked over the cast. Jack Spicer gulped nervously as he and Kobeni hid behind The Dude, who was slowly getting more and more sick of this shit.
The contestant was a tall person, their identity hidden behind the impressive suit of brown and gray armor they were wearing. Even their face was hidden behind a helmet, although some could feel that gaze pierce through that very helmet. The armor also had weaponry scattered about, futuristic pistols, rifles, and even a jetpack on his person. Whoever this guy was, he was ready for damn near anything.
"Din," Chris greeted, rising his hand up for a high five. "Glad you can make it."
...Din only walked past Chris, not even giving him the fabled high five. Chris took in stride, however, "Alright, good talk."
"See, this is what I'm talking about, Christopher!" Handsome Jack happily said, clapping his hands before trying to get his own high five. "Not a bad look, kiddo! Of course, not as good as mine, but hey, you take what you can get, right?"
...Din didn't high-five him either, the CEO of Hyperion putting his hand down and looking the other way with a muttered, "Douche."
As the next boat drove by, the next contestant stepped down to the docks. She was a tall, purple-haired lady, and quite the head turner, a smirk on her face as she pushed up her glasses. A massive witch's hat was on her head, and she wore a large fur coat with a sort of yellow and black top along with it, as well as a pair of leggings.
"Not too shabby," Chris whispered to the camera, before returning to full volume as the woman walked towards the group. "Roxanne, everybody!"
"Well, this wasn't on the brochure," Roxanne chuckled. "Of course, not that it's terrible. It has a sort of 'rustic' charm."
"Exactly," Chris agreed. "Although, I don't know if you're going to say that later."
"Oh, please," Roxanne let out a laugh. "As cruel as this game can be, I think I have what it takes. Money is one hell of a motivator, darling."
"We'll see about that," Chris nodded as Roxanne walked to the other side of the docks.
Handsome Jack whistles, "Well, good to know I'm not the only person carrying this show's sex appeal."
"Oh, dear," Roxanne sighed. "I'm flattered."
"Good. Compliments don't come easy."
"Next up iiiis..." Chris began, but quickly got caught off by...
A violin? Everyone looked up at the boat carrying the next contestant, and sure enough, they were dancing along the ship, playing a violin. Not only that, but...
"Old Man River," The person began, as their appearance started to be clearer. Like Ms. Fortune before him, it was another cat-themed creature. Unlike Ms. Fortune, however, this person was full on cat, even if they were anthropomorphic. With their fur a brown and cream color, the cat also wore a blue, professional looking suit, complete with a fedora and orange tie.
"That seems far too austere a name for something made of mirth and rage," The cat continued, ignoring the odd and annoyed looks from the cast. "O, roiling red-blood river vein, if chief among your traits is age, you're a wily, convoluted-"
"Rocky!" Chris yelled, knocking the cat off his groove, ending his short-lived poem with a sharp note from his violin.
"Aw, an encore already?" Rocky asked playfully, taking it in stride either way. "But I haven't even finished yet, haha!"
"I know," Chris confirmed. "But as much as I liked the poem in your application, we're burning daylight! Don't wanna keep the viewers here all day."
"Or readers."
"Shut up, Gwenpool."
"Ah, well, when you put it like that," The feline laughed. "Makes sense enough! I'll just have to do it another day then!"
"I would love to hear it," Sonia nods.
As Rocky moseyed on over to the other side of the docks, the next dropped off someone a little more normal compared to the violin-playing cat man. It was a simple teenage girl, with pink hair and above average height. She wore a simple school uniform, and had in a teal bow in her hair.
"Everyone, this here is the Queen of Wellston High," Chris introduced. "Remi."
"Please," Remi shook her head, but still had a happy look on her face. "Don't worry about that. If anything, I'm just 'Remi.'"
"Hmph. Seems like you know your place, peon," King Knight grumbled, immediately thinking Remi as a rival to his quest to become king of Total Drama.
"Either way, it's good to meet you all," Remi said. "I may feel a little out of my depth here, but I'm gonna try!"
"Yeah, really breaking new ground," Mera snarked.
As Remi walked by, mesmerized and slightly weirded out by all of these characters, the next ship quickly came by...
And with it came another evil laugh. "Muhahahahaha!"
Jack Spicer's face lit up the moment he heard that. "Hey, hey! I know an evil laugh when I hear it."
"Oh, boy," Squidward groaned.
Soon, the source of the second evil laugh today showed itself. It was what appeared to be a short teenage boy, with pale skin, pointed ears, round glasses, and incredibly scruffy white hair. Wearing a black shirt and a red jacket, worn on his shoulders to function like a cape, white shorts, and red and white shoes, the young lad confidently walked down to the docks, laughing all the while.
"Behold, you mortal imbeciles! As you bear witness to the #1 Honor Student of Evil Academy, and the son of the demonic Overlord! With my 1.8 million Evil Quotient, you will learn to fear the diabolical name, Mao! TREMBLE BEFORE ME!"
...Everyone, once again, either look bewildered or annoyed.
...Almost everyone. Gwenpool was clapping, it was a good intro. And, of course, there was Jack Spicer, walking up to this so-called honor student, scratching his head. "Jeez, man, it's like looking into some warped, evil mirror."
Mao, also taking interest in this strange guy that also seems to almost have the exact same color scheme as him, thinks out loud. "Hmph... It appears that someone has tried to copy my color scheme."
What follows is essentially Jack and Mao acting like the other was a mirror without intentionally doing it. When Jack would scratch his chin, so would Mao. When Mao would adjust his glasses, Jack would adjust his goggles. So on and so forth.
"...What in the world are they doing?" Clemont asked, confused and, admittedly, sort of concerned.
"Something really goddamn stupid, that's what," The Dude responded.
"I can feel my brain cells dying one by one," Mera added. "So yeah, it checks out."
"Well, hey," Wendy chimed in, an amused look on her face. "At least they're having a good time. Or, well, I'm having a good time."
"Well, I'm not! We're still wasting time!" Chris argued. "Move it or lose it!"
It, of course, all came to a stopping point as the two self-proclaimed villains did their most heinous technique: Poking the other's eye, Three Stooges style! Of course, Jack's the only one who was really affected, considering Mao had glasses on to protect himself. Jack held his eye, letting out a loud "OW!"
"Muhahaha! As always, I win through the most devious tactics possible!" Mao quickly gloated!
After the pain of having his eyes poked, Jack rubbed them but held out his fist for the world's most evil fist bump, a grin on his face. "Jack Spicer. Evil Boy Genius."
...Mao looked down at the fist, and grew a small smirk of his own, fist bumping Jack. "Hmph. Good to know at least one person here knows the glory of villainy."
"I just witnessed the world's most evil BrOTP," Gwenpool said happily, tears of happiness in her eyes. "It's so beautiful."
"...I'm already worried about you people," Remi admitted.
As the new evil best friends (not like they'd say that) made their way to the other end of the docks, one of the last boats came around, dropping off another anthropomorphic animal, this time a lemur with an excited grin on her face. With prominent gray fur, the lemur wore a short-sleeved black bodysuit with dark orange stripes down the sides, an amber sleeveless top, and amber hi-tops.
"Hiya, guys!" The lemur enthusiastically waved. "Name's Tangle! Oh, man, I'm really excited!"
"Really? I couldn't tell," Chris joked. "Glad to see it, though. Not sure if it's gonna last long, but hey! I'm gonna enjoy it!"
"Oh, please!" Tangle scoffed, waving it off. "A few challenges aren't going to scare me. If anything, this is just another adventure!"
"Oh my gosh, where were you, like, twenty characters ago?!" Gwenpool asked. "Everything was just snark, snark, snark. You're just doing this just to mess with me, aren't you, author?!"
Yes. Yes, I am. Disregarding me and Gwenpool's whole debacle, the lemur then chuckled, rubbing the back of her head, "Hehe, sorry if you needed my energy earlier... But, hey! I'm here now!"
As Tangle dashed over to continue talking with Gwenpool, the penultimate boat dropped the second to last contestant left unintroduced. Waddling out of the boat, it was... Another animal, this one a simple black duck, his orange bill in a smirk.
"Ladies and gentlemen," The duck said, a particular lisp in his voice. "The winner, Daffy Duck, has arrived!"
"Getting real creative with these names, huh?" Handsome Jack sarcastically asked. "Also, the hell is with all the animals?! I thought this was a reality show, not some creepy convention."
"Hmph!" Daffy scoffed as he glared at the CEO of Hyperion. "Well, soon, you're all gonna learn that name! Especially when I get that million bucks!"
As the egotistical duck stomped over, the final contestant got dropped off, ending on a normal note as she was a Taiwanese-American teenage girl, tall and slim. With short, shiny black hair and olive skin, she wore a faded blue, hooded cape with white-furred color, a brown metal chest plate with a light gray t-shirt underneath, a stitched skirt, and grey winter snow boots that are wrapped with studded straps. Notably, there was also hand-mounted crossbow on her right glove, although it was folded.
"Our final contestant, everybody," Chris introduced. "Sorry for the wait, Marcy-"
Marcy immediately gasped in awe at the group at the other end of the dock, completely dismissed Chris, and immediately started admiring all the certified freaks this cast is made of.
"Oh man, so many cool characters!" Marcy squealed. "That's a super cool railgun, what does it do?!"
"Hey, don't touch it!" Uzi held her weapon closely.
"Oh my gosh, that's a super cute costume!"
"Oh, thank you! I know it looks a little like another guy's, but hey, it still works!" Gwenpool happily informed Marcy before she was off to the next.
"This armor is so cool, how did you make it?!"
...Din just stood there, amused slightly under that helmet.
"Marcy!" Chris yelled, stopping her dead in her tracks, as she was about to fawn over Mera of all people. Mera even hissed slightly like a cat. "I get that you're very, very excited, but please. I still have to explain everything and put you all into teams."
"Oh right!" Marcy's eyes widen as she spoke. "Sorry."
"Well, it's fine either way. Because, ladies and gentlemen," Chris announced. "This is your cast of weirdos, cool dudes, and other such things! Get used to the people around you, because these are the people you're going to be both teaming up with and fighting against in the coming days!"
Everyone began looking towards the company that they could be spending a few weeks with, a variety of emotions on everyone's face. Annoyance, excitement, tiredness, confidence, and so on and so forth.
"Now, normally," Chris began. "This is the part where I tell you to stand on this side of the dock to take a commemorative photo, and then you fall in the water, it'd be hilarious, and I really wish I could do that. Buuuuut, because someone's not waterproof-"
"Bite me!" No prizes for guessing who that was.
"I can't exactly do that," Chris continued, "So! Instead, I'm just going to ask you to head over to the campfire pit so I can tell you about everything you need to know. I will see you then!"
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Chris sits in a very familiar outhouse. "As those who watched the show might know, this here is the confessional booth. Whenever you feel the need to spill your guts privately to the world, or want to get something off your chance, this is the place to do it. Fortunately for you, all the secrets you spill will be safe and secured. Mostly."
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"This bites," Uzi growls, her railgun leaning against the wall of the outhouse. "I don't even want to be here, but Dad was all like 'Oh, you need to make more friends other than those no-good murder drones!' Like Robot Hell I need other friends!"
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"This is already turning into a disaster," Squidward groaned. He rubbed his forehead, trying to quell his forehead. "It's alright, Squiddy. Even if you get teamed up with a bunch of barnacle heads, at least it will all be worth it. After all, it's some alone time, away from the Krusty Krab, and away from those two morons."
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Grey sits in the outhouse, letting out yet another heavy exhale.
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"Okay, first of all, this place looks and smells like shit," Handsome Jack began. "But, anyway. The people here? Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhh... I get the feeling that, say, 5 or less people, myself included, actually came prepared. Everyone else's probably gonna at least drown out at sea or whatever. Not me, though. This handsome mug comes with the entire arsenal of Hyperion guns and shields at his gorgeous fingertips. I'll kick ass, and look sexy as hell while doing it! HA!"
Handsome Jack paused and leaned toward the camera. "And you, too, can get incredible firepower if you visit your local Hyperion store-" The camera cuts him off before he can shill even more.
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"Even if this island is... Not terribly suited for us to live in," Sonia laughs nervously, before smiling and giving a confident pose! "I still look forward to this! The people seem wonderful, and I'm not one to give up!"
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"Hmph. Fools, the lot of them," Ivan scoffed disappointingly. "I'd say I wanted more of a challenge, but getting that million will easily help me continue my war against that damnable Fairy Tail guild, so it being an easy trip is very much appreciated."
"That being said, I don't want people to hear about this. I'm no imbecile. I'll simply stand by the sidelines, occasionally helping and offering a shoulder to weep on. These morons will never know what hit them."
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[Campfire Pit]
As everyone waited for Chris, the cast decided to do either two things. Either, A. They decide to mingle and talk with everyone else like Wendy, Gwenpool, Tangle, Rocky, and, interestingly enough, Jack Spicer and Mao, although they mostly just talked to each other, or B. They kept to themselves and did whatever they wanted to keep themselves busy, like Uzi, Squidward, Mera, The Dude, and, of course, Din.
"Ahem!" Chris said, just finishing his walk, clearing his throat to signal his return. "I see everyone is enjoying their time here."
"No," Squidward bluntly shot down.
"Too bad. Now then! Just so I'm sure, who here has watched Total Drama and knows how this thing works?"
A good portion of people raised their hands. ...Interestingly, Handsome Jack was one of them.
"You watched this show?" The Dude asked, an eyebrow raised.
"I mean, I don't know," Handsome Jack answered. "I'm just saying yes because I used to watch this staged crap all the time when I was a kiddo. Sorta just blends together, you know?"
Ignoring such insults, Chris nodded his head. "Alright, good, good. But, considering that some of these people have never heard of reality TV, let alone Total Drama, the producers wanted me to give you a rundown either way: The twenty-four of you will split up into two teams of twelve, and be given one cabin for your team to share amongst yourselves."
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"Teams, huh?" Mao laughed, rubbing his hands together evilly. "Sounds more like minions. Muhahaha!"
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"Along with that," Chris continues. "Your team will compete in challenges against the opposing team. The winner of these challenges will receive immunity and a night free from worry, while the losing team will have to walk down here for a bonfire ceremony. Then, they will have to vote for one of their own to be eliminated, be forced to walk the Dock of Shame, and leave the island for good. Sounds simple enough?"
Murmurs of confirmation go around, and Chris smiled. "Good."
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"Ha! An elimination game, then?" King Knight mused. "Well, fortunately, I, as king, have nothing to worry about. The peons who refuse to respect my rule will be gone soon enough."
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"Now then," Chris said as he held up a clipboard. "Let's actually see these teams. If I call your name, go stand on my right."
"Daffy. Marcy. Wendy. Grey. Mao. Ivan. Jack-"
Both of the Jacks get up to walk over to the right.
Chris groaned, before letting out a "Spicer."
Jack Spicer laughs and blows a raspberry at Handsome Jack, causing the CEO to let out a, "...Pfeh. Kids..."
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"Surely this joke won't run its course quickly," Gwenpool jokes, before getting hit with a pebble from the sky. "Ow, hey!"
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Chris rolled his eyes, and continued, "Uzi. Ash. Mera. Sonia. And Ms. Fortune." As everyone walked to Chris' right, he pulled out a rolled up banner and threw it toward Wendy. As the lumberjack's daughter unrolled it, Chris announced, "As of today, you are hereby dubbed the Midnight Monsters."
Sure enough, the unrolled banner was a deep blue, with the logo being a toothy, monstrous grin. Wendy smirked, "Sweet."
Chris turned his attention to the rest of the group. "That means the rest of you..."
"Rocky. Tangle. Kobeni. Gwenpool. Squidward. Dude. Din. Clemont. Roxanne. The other Jack. Remi. And King Knight. Stand on my left."
The named contestants walk over to the left, as Chris threw another rolled banner towards the group. The Dude caught it, and unrolled it.
"You are now officially known as the Brutal Beasts," Chris announced.
Compared to the Monsters' deep blue, the banner was a warm yellow, with the logo being of a dangerously sharp horn. The Dude sighed, not exactly impressed, "Well, a million dollars is a million dollars."
"Now, as for cabins, they're where they usually are," Chris motioned to the cabins, not exactly a ways away. "Monsters, you're taking the rightmost cabin. Beasts, you're in the left. And, of course, dudes get one side and chicks get the other. Now, I'll give you the rest of the day to get situated and unpack. Get settled in, make some friends, write your wills, do whatever you want." Chris laughed as he decided to head off, leaving the Beasts' to deal with the worrying Kobeni over that last bit.
Now, as for how our teams are getting along? Well...
[Brutal Beasts Cabin - Boys' Side]
"Bunkbeds," Handsome Jack stated. "Frickin' bunkbeds. Where the hell am I, in frickin' summer camp?"
"I think that's the idea, oh great hero," Squidward sarcastically reminded the CEO, just randomly choosing a top bunk and placing his luggage on there.
"Hey!" King Knight marched in, practically running over Handsome Jack.
"SWEET JESUS-" The self-proclaimed Hero of Pandora yelped before getting ran over, leading everyone else to step over him.
"What do you think you're doing, you moronic cephalopod?!" King Knight pointed angrily at the Bikini Bottom resident, who just raised an eyebrow.
"Putting my luggage somewhere," Squidward stated the obvious.
"Well, put your luggage where it belongs. I, as a king, demand and deserve to have a top bunk!"
"W-Wouldn't you just break the bed, though?" Clemont chimed in nervously, already getting a bad feeling from this group. "I mean, armor is pretty heavy."
"Yeah, I agree," Handsome Jack said with a voice full of pain, peeling himself off the floor. "Take it from someone who just got ran over by your dumbass."
"Tch!" King Knight scoffed haughtily. "And listen to a commoner? Please. If I could, I wouldn't even be in a team anyway! A king's might is absolute, after all! Hahaha!"
"You sure?" Rocky said, hanging from the rafters upside down, unintentionally (or intentionally, you never know with Rocky) jumpscaring the King of Cards, causing the moronic monarch to jump back slightly. "Because I'm pretty sure that if you were without a team, everyone would just easily eliminate you."
"Hmph. A likely story," King Knight grunted, regaining his composure. "But one that is false nonetheless. Regardless, I'm willing to entertain the idea of a team if this accursed squid would remove his damnable-"
"No. Too heavy," A voice said, causing the people in the cabin to jump.
"God, I'm gonna need to start putting bells on you people," Handsome Jack muttered as he turned to the source of the sudden voice came from.
...Interestingly, the person he lays his eyes on was Din, the guy who has been silent the whole time, walking in.
"Well, goddamn," The Dude said with a slight feeling of surprise. "Was starting to think he was mute or some shit."
"Knight, sleep under the squid," Din quickly issued, ignoring King Knight's small tantrum. "Clemont, sleep above me. Cat, sleep under The Dude."
"You know, the least you can do is learn my name," Rocky said, still sporting a grin, only to earn only a grunt from the Mandalorian before he quickly grew silent again.
Despite that, everyone figured it'd made sense. Other than King Knight, of course, but that goes without saying. However, upon realizing everyone has a bunk instead of him, and there's a free pair of beds right there...
"...Oh DAMN, I get a whole one to myself?!" Handsome Jack asked in disbelief, before getting very pleased with this arrangement. "Well, shit, suddenly I'm fine with this."
"Oh yeah," The Dude remembered. "Gender's lopsided on these teams."
"Huh," Clemont began to wonder. "Wonder how the girls are taking this."
"Stupidly, I bet," Squidward mumbled. Let's find out together, shall we?
[Brutal Beasts Cabin - Girls' Side]
Ah. That's how they're taking this.
By summoning Satan.
"It's not Satan," Gwenpool, clad in cultist robes, corrected... Me, I guess. "We just need a blood sacrifice to turn one of the bunk beds into a normal bed."
"...Gwen, who are you talking to?" Remi asked, very confused about the blood sacrifice thing.
"No one important." Hey!
"Uh, Gwen..." Tangle leaned next to the Pink Slayer. "Not that I don't think the whole cult thing isn't cool, it's really funny, but..."
Tangle motions over to Kobeni, causing both the lemur and superheroine to look back at the shivering, terrified mess of a Devil Hunter. "Couldn't you just give the spare bunk bet to Kobeni? She looks like she needs it..."
Gwenpool paused for a moment, sighing as she took off her robes. "Alright, fine. I guess we won't need a blood sacrifice. Kobeni, you can have the spare bunk. Sorry."
Taking that as her cue, Kobeni quickly dove for the spare bunk bed, burying her face into the pillow.
"...I'm worried about her," Remi said, concerned. She may feel out of place just because of how normal she is compared to the rest of the people in the cabin, but she still wanted to help her eccentric teammates.
"Ah, don't worry about her," Roxanne simply waved it off, going back to organizing her things. "It won't be before long till she learns to stop being so terrified of us. Although, the ritual didn't help."
"I said sorry!" Gwenpool exclaimed, throwing up her hands.
"Well, either way, I can already tell I'm gonna love this team!" Tangle quickly grew her chipper attitude back. "We're going to dominate this challenge, just wait!"
"I certainly hope so..." Roxanne mumbled under her breath.
"You know, I wonder how the guys on the other team are doing," Remi wondered. "They are our competition, after all."
"That sounds like a scene transition!" Gwenpool exclaimed excitedly.
"What?" It was very much a scene transition.
[Midnight Monsters Cabin - Boys' Side]
"Hahaha! Try again, duck! No one can beat Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius, at Rock Paper Scissors! Not with the forbidden technique! Ultimate Annihilation Gun that destroys everything!"
"Muhahaha! Not a bad tactic, Spicer. Together, with your Ultimate Annihilation Gun and my Shield of Perfect Defense that stops any form of attack, we could rule the Rock Paper Scissors world!"
"Oh, c'mon! All three of us know you're just cheating! There is no such thing as an Ultimate Annihilation Gun in Rock Paper Scissors!"
"Sounds like someone who just got Ultimate Annihilation Gunned."
So, a bit of backstory. All three of Daffy, Mao, and Jack Spicer wanted top bunks. As such, the three decided to settle this like men. With Rock Paper Scissors, of course! Of course, with Mao and Jack clearly being the most dastardly of bad guys, they have pulled out all the stops and committed the heinous crime of making up bullshit in RPS like they're on the playground, much to the chagrin to Daffy.
"...How long have they been at it?" Ivan leans over, talking to Ash as he sits in a chair. As much as he wanted the three of them to just shut up, that would ruin what goodwill he's been managing to gather since he stepped foot on the island.
"Honestly, I've lost count," Ash responded with a chuckle, laying on his bed without a care in the world. "I think the real question is when is Daffy going to realize this is pointless."
"The answer to that, unfortunately," Ivan chuckled. "Seems to be 'not anytime soon.'"
"A shame."
"...Speaking of shames, Mr. Crimson-"
"Please, big guy. Just call me Ash."
"Right. Ash, do you have any idea where Grey might be? I haven't seen them since the teams got assigned."
"Not a clue. Although, honestly, I don't mind. I'm liking the room."
"I'm sure you are."
"Alright, alright, how about this, duck?" Jack Spicer grinned. "Let's do it one more time. No UAG, just good ol' fashioned RPS."
"That's what you said last time!" Daffy angrily refuted. "And the time before that! And the time before that! And the time before that!"
"We promise this time," Mao laughs, totally planning to go back on this promise. "Villain's honor!"
"Grrr... Alright! But this better be for all the marbles!"
"Hmph," Ivan grunted. "I wonder if the ladies are doing much better." Time to find out!
[Midnight Monsters Cabin - Girls Side]
"Would it kill you to sit down?!" Mera scolded, putting her things on top of her bunk.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just," Marcy is currently, as they say, geeking the fuck out. "Oh, gosh, I didn't think I get to compete in this show!"
"Oh, whoop-de-doo, you got on some reality show that's probably just as fake as every other one," Mera feigns excitement. "Good for you."
"I mean, I can't blame her," Wendy shrugged. "If I watched a show for a long time and suddenly I got to be in it, I'd be pretty excited too."
"Yes, I am rather inclined to agree," Sonia nodded.
"Psch," Mera scoffed, just deciding to go back to unpacking her stuff.
"Oh, right! Considering we're, like, a team," Marcy thought out loud, and gasped. "We get to do super cool team attacks! This is just getting better and better!"
"Just don't stay up too late thinking about that," Ms. Fortune reminded, chuckling. "Don't want you asleep the day we start doing challenges, right?" She did admittedly feel a little out of place, both because she was the only grown-up in the girls' side that wanted to be there, and because she was the only non-human out of everyone on the girls' side of the Midnight Monsters.
...Other than the purple-haired robot sitting in the corner trying desperately to keep to herself, of course.
"OK, mom," Wendy jokingly complained, earning a laugh from both herself and Ms. Fortune.
"Oh, I should show you guys something!" Marcy remembered, grabbing something from her luggage and placing it on the ground. It was... Some sort of tabletop RPG case. "Da-dadadaaaa!"
"A board game?" Sonia tilted her head.
"Nope! It's a tabletop RPG! And not just any tabletop RPG," Marcy excitedly explained. "It's the best in the business! Creatures and Caverns, baby! This is a great teambuilding exercise!"
"Oh my!" Sonia gasped, but quickly became awestruck, Marcy's love for the game quickly rubbing off on the Ultimate Princess. "We simply must try it out then!"
"Ah, think I'll pass," Wendy waved it off. "Not much of a nerd." Jokingly mocking Marcy, Wendy ruffled her hair playfully, already liking this group.
After fixing her hair, Marcy looked around the room... Only to see Uzi sitting in the corner all by her lonesome. "Hey, how about you, Uzi?"
"Hell no," Uzi immediately shot down the idea, causing Marcy to let out an audible "aww" as she hung her head down.
"You know, I was wondering," Ms. Fortune thought. "What was with you being so ticked off?"
"Didn't you hear me?! My dad forced me here! I don't wanna be here just as much as what her face doesn't want to!" Uzi points towards Mera.
Mera looks up from her nail filing, saying "I thought it was because you were an angsty teen."
"Well, yeah, that, but that goes without saying."
"Awwww, c'mon, Uzi!" Marcy pleaded. "At least help us with cool team attacks. That cannon looks really cool."
Uzi... Can't resist the urge to show off a little bit, even as a so-called "angsty teen." "By cannon, do you meeeeean..." Uzi grabbed her railgun, a smirk on her face unintentionally pointing it at Mera. "This sick as hell railgun?!"
"Don't point the damn thing at me!" Mera naturally responded.
"Easy, moron," Uzi rolled her "eyes." "It's not 100% ready yet." She pauses, only to realize what she's saying, then deciding to backtrack immensely. "Yet! It's not 100% ready yet! Who said it wasn't ready?! MAYBE IT IS!" Uzi started to laugh maniacally, pressing a switch on her railgun as green electricity sparked from the weapon of destruction!
"So cool..." Marcy looked in awe.
"Cool it with the railgun, Ooze," Wendy warned. "Much as I would love to see that thing go off, that can happen during a challenge."
"...Don't call me Ooze ever again, and you got a deal," Uzi nodded.
"Speaking of the railgun," Sonia said, her face starting to get more and more worried. "Uzi, is it supposed to be making that color?"
"Huh?" Uzi looks back at her railgun, seeing it make an ominous red color to replace the green, and slowly whirring, before...!
THOOM.
The Girls' Side of the Midnight Monsters cabin deals with an explosion, particularly causing Marcy to fly out the window and land on the porch of the cabin face first.
...She looks up a second after, saying, "I'm okay!" before setting her face back down on the porch.
The camera pans out to Chris on the docks, watching the whole thing and laughing. He turns to the camera, pointing at the cabin with a laugh, "Hohohohohohoh man! Now you know why I was so excited for this season?! This is great TV!"
"And so you have it! Twenty-four campers of all shapes and sizes, all grouped together on one island, with a million dollars ripe for the taking! How will our teams work together? How will they fight together? And who will ultimately be sent home first? Find out next time on Total! DRAMA! KICKSTART!"
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WHEW. Good lord, that was way more than what I was expecting to write. Guess that's what happens when you get really into it.
I am super proud of this, I'm not going to lie. With this being my big "welcome back" chapter, this felt really nice to write. It never felt forced, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Still feels like I have energy too, so hey! This might up being the one!
But, yes! Here is your introductory chapter! Twenty-four weirdos, eight from me and sixteen from you guys, to make this the most bizarre season yet! I had a ton of fun writing all of these characters if you couldn't tell, and while I'm still worried about some of them being OOC, I cannot wait to tell more jokes and stories with these characters.
I'm going to let you in on a little secret: The lopsided genders in the teams was entirely unintentional. I did a whoopsie and when I realized it I looked at the teams and went, "Actually? This is pretty much gold anyway," and just went with it. Works with whatever I got planned, so why worry about it? Not like it's gonna be a major deal anyway.
Anyway, be sure to review and give criticism! I think I did everything well, but hey, there might be something I missed, so you guys letting me know is always good.
Also, just another small thing before I go. Give me challenge ideas! I'd really appreciate the help, and while the first one is going to be a classic, help on other challenges is always appreciated!
Anyway, I think that's all from me! I'm gonna go take a nap now. Catch you guys later!