Hey guys.

Thank you for the positive feedback for the last chapter. I'm hoping to continue to meet your expectations. Anyways, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 2: Trent

This story is not all mine.

This was shared among all of us. Everyone of us, even the ones that have passed. Here is an example of one of those other stories.

-B Canet

Trent had told nobody in three years.

It wouldn't have surprised anyone the reason why: he was afraid they'd think he was crazy. A lot of people did already. Hell, he probably was crazy. But at least he'd unlocked the secret.

After Total Drama, Trent's main goal in life was to just stay under the radar. The OCD jokes had mostly gone away. Now, everybody saw Trent as the nice, musical guy working to get his decree in mechanical engineering. Everybody who knew him well, knew not to ask about his time on reality TV.

It was another typical Wednesday noon. Trent put his earbuds back in and got in the car to go to work. He got home at eight-thirty, worked on homework until ten, finished up his bowl of ramen at ten-twenty. He had just gotten out of his shower, and was reaching for his music, only to find it gone.

As if hit by a lightning bolt, Trent slammed the bathroom door, his towel falling to the floor unnoticed. He started scrambling around on the floor, but already it started to come back again...

The missing wheel...

Trent looked behind the sink. He needed to find it, he had to find it.

September 09, Beauty queen of only 18, 18/2=9,

He felt wires at his fingertips, just a little more...

9*9=81, 8+1=...

Trent jammed the earbuds in, and the voices all went away.

He let out a sigh of relief. In the past couple of months, it had only gotten worse. The weird fixation in his mind about nine didn't even start until Total Drama Action, and for the most part, he'd figured out to tame it.

Music was the only thing that helped, but at most, he could only wait a few hours between songs before the voices started to come back. This time around, it was only eleven minutes, which worried him. How would he function at school, or do anything? He couldn't walk around with a headset in forever. But at the same time, he couldn't tell anybody. He didn't want anybody to know that he might be losing his mind.

It took him a minute to readjust himself, not to mention the towel. As much as he would have liked to have just quietly walk back to his bunk and change, he didn't have the room to himself.

"You alright, man? I heard banging around in there?" his roommate Kevin asked.

"Yeah, sure. I just slipped getting out, but I'm fine," Trent said, not making eye contact. "Do you mind...you know..."

"Huh? Oh, right. Sorry," Kevin looked away as Trent got into his pants. "You mind if I turn the TV on?"

"Knock yourself out," Trent muttered, pulling an old T-shirt over his head. Kevin grabbed the remote and the screen burst into light.

"Coming soon, an all-new season of Total Drama! This time, 14 contestants from-"

Trent tried not to groan. Kevin changed the channel immediately, but it didn't undo what Trent had just seen.

He wasn't angry. It wasn't Kevin's fault that were commercials running. But the brief bit that he did see confused him. If anybody would be on an All-Star season, he would have picked Owen and Leshawna, and maybe Cody, although given that Sierra was competing, that was probably for the best. He didn't recognize seven of the contestants, which meant that Chris had finally gotten around to picking new people. But one contestant, of course, stood out in his mind.

He had moved on from Gwen. Or at least, he was no longer hopelessly obsessed with her. But he couldn't help but wish that he had ended a million times better than it did. At the very least, he hoped that she could consider him a friend. But she was probably still with Duncan, and Trent wouldn't be able to restrain himself from punching that selfish piece of garbage where it hurt.

Quit it, he told himself. You brought that upon yourself, Duncan was just being her friend, and it got too far. At least he's not Heather...

It didn't hurt any less.

Trent's eyelids were already heavy, and he was almost asleep when somebody knocked on the door. He turned to Kevin, but he was already snoring on the bottom bunk. Trent groaned as he got out of bed. At least he was too tired to think about nine.

The knocking came again, this time more urgent.

"I'm comin'," Trent mumbled, reaching for the door. As soon as the lock was undone, the door flew open, revealing two people in the doorway, one of whom was the last person Trent had ever wanted to see again.

"You!"

Who do you think it is?

All your questions and much more will be answered in the next chapter! Well...not all of them, or there wouldn't be much of a story. Anyways, be sure to tune it for Chapter 3. And yes, Lolllloll, we will be seeing more original TD characters ;).

-AP