Total Chef Island

Summary: Chef takes over Camp Wawanakwa and hosts his own reality show! Join the sadistic cook as he tortures 22 new campers in the most brutal competitions you've ever seen!

Cannon Note: This story takes place under the assumption that TDA and the Reunion Special never happened. That means that Justin is still nice, LeShawna and Harold are still together, and everything's pretty much the same as it was at the end of TDI.

Timeline Note: Takes place shortly after TDI ended, which if I estimate ended in July (since Chris remarked about the campers being at Wawanakwa for eight weeks, which is roughly two-months).

Dedication Note: I dedicate this story to two of the best authors in this section; Winter-Rae and The Kobold Necromancer. You guys are awesome, and I hope one day to join the two of you as a great author.

Warnings: This story will contain violence, heavy making-out, evil conspiracies, some sexual themes, language, and Chef. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Wawanakwa or Chef Hatchet. I do own all 22 original characters that will be featured in this story, and anyone who uses them without my permission will suffer a fate more horrible then death, by which I mean Chef's cooking! Mwah ha ha!

Enjoy, my fellow Fanfictionians!


Total Chef Island

Chapter 1: Welcome Home, Sanitarium

A familiar face stood on the Dock of Shame, at Camp Wawanakwa. But it wasn't the infamous Chris McLean, oh no. It was Chris's evil minion, Chef Hatchet. He was dressed in his signature outfit, from his white apron to his much-too-small-for-his-big-head chef's hat.

"I do not have a big head!" Chef Hatchet snapped. He muttered something foul under his breath, then glared at the camera. "Hello, pathetic viewers. I'd like to welcome you all to the latest in the Total Drama series; Total Chef Island!" his scowl turned to a grin. "That's right! After living in Pretty Boy McLean's shadow, it's Chef's time to shine, baby!"

There was a scene change, and Chef was standing by the campfire pit. "Here's the deal; the second official season of Total Drama isn't slated to start 'til winter, and the producers needed something to whet the viewing world's appetite for drama and teenagers making out. So I pitched the idea for me to host my own reality show. They liked the idea, and well, here we are!"

Another scene change, and Chef stood by the cabins, which looked as crappy and run-down as they were during TDI. "Twenty-two new victims- er, I mean, campers, will be staying here at good ol' Camp Wawanakwa! They'll be forced to deal with horrid living conditions, disgusting camp food - courtesy of myself, hehe - and their annoying fellow campers! It'll work just like last season; two teams of eleven competing in dangerous challenges. The winners get a reward, while the losers send someone home! When we're down to few enough campers, the game becomes a free-for-all. But in the end, only one person will walk away with the grand prize; one-hundred thousand dollars!"

Yet another scene change, and Chef was back on the dock. "Now that that's been said, it's time to introduce the twenty-two campers that will be competing on Total Chef Island!"

A boat pulled up, and a thin teenage boy with a pimply face and a messy red mullet stepped off, carrying a tattered suitcase. He wore tattered blue jeans, worn-out red sneakers, and a t-shirt that sported an intimidating picture of Chuck Norris, with the words "Guns don't kill people, Chuck Norris kills people" beneath it.

"Welcome to Total Chef Island, Rusty," Chef greeted, as the boy looked around excitedly. "You enjoying being off the farm for once, kid?"

"Oh, you bet, man!" Rusty replied, speaking with a thick Southern drawl. He grinned, showing off a mouthful of yellow teeth. "I can't believe I'm gonna be on the TV!" he noticed a camera, and grinned wider. "Hey, am I on the TV right now?"

Chef nodded, and Rusty ran up to the camera, practically smashing his face up against the lens. "Hi momma, hi daddy, hi granny, hi Aunt Lil, hi Uncle Fungus, hi Cousin Marty, hi-"

"Get off that camera, you little psycho!" Chef snapped, peeling the redneck boy off the camera. "That thing costs five-hundred bucks!"

Another boat pulled up, delivering a pale-skinned girl carrying two white suitcases. She wore a long-sleeved white shirt, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. The most eye-catching part of her, however, was her long, emerald-green hair.

"Welcome to camp, Cera," Chef said.

Cera looked around at camp, then at the smirking Chef and waving Rusty, and scowled. "Is this seriously where we're staying?"

"Yep!" Chef grinned at the girl's look of displeasure. "This is your home for the next month!"

The green-haired girl sighed and picked up her suitcases, walking to the end of the dock.

"Hi there," Rusty said with a smile as Cera passed him buy. "My name's Rusty, and I was raised on a farm, do you wanna be my... friend...?" he trailed off when Cera didn't even acknowledge his presence. His smile fell and he looked to Chef. "What's her problem?"

"She's not much of a people person," Chef replied as the next boat pulled up.

"What's up, people?!" a teenage boy asked/screamed as he hopped off the boat, an overstuffed suitcase in hand. He wore a white t-shirt, khaki shorts, black sneakers, and yellow fingerless gloves. Like the last person, the most eye-catching part of this camper was their hair - but unlike Cera's green hair, this boy had a bright pink mohawk. "Shane is in the hizz-ouse!"

He walked up to Rusty and Chef with a smirk. He then noticed Cera sitting on the end of dock and smiled cruelly. "Whoa! What the hell's up with your hair, girl?" he asked, laughing. "You look like a frickin' Chia Pet!"

"(Bleep!) you," Cera said calmly, raising a middle finger to Shane, not even bothering to turn her head to look at him. The asshole flinched at this remark.

"Jeez, some people can't take a joke," Shane said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Another boat arrived, and a small-framed girl with a bright red backpack hopped off, grinning excitedly. Her firey-red hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she wore a white t-shirt with a red heart design over the chest, skinny jeans, and red sandals. She took one look at Chef, and her eyes lit up.

"Everyone," Chef said, turning to the other campers. "This is Rika - AUGH!" The burly cook cried out as he was glomped by Rika.

"OMG CHEF!!" Rika squealed, wrapping Chef in a bear hug. "OMG, I LUV YOU CHEF, I'M LIKE YER BIGGEST FAN EVAAAAH!!!"

"I'm... Flattered..." Chef groaned, starting to turn blue from a lack of oxygen. "Now... Could you please - Ack!... GET THE HELL OFF ME?!"

The fangirl flushed in embarrassment and released Chef. The two got back up, and Rika started chatting with Shane and Rusty. Chef glanced at the girl, then looked the nearby camera. "Yo Chris! If you're out there watching this," he pointed at the camera and smirked. "In your face! I told you I had fans out there somewhere!"

The next boat arrived, and a tall teenager arrived, a dark gray backpack slung over his shoulder. He wore a black tuque over his long, blond hair, a gray hoodie, baggy black jeans that were so faded that they were gray, and gray sneakers. With the exception of his tuque, everything about this boy seemed to be gray; even his skin was an ashy pale. His hands shoved deep in his hoodie pockets, the new camper walked up to Chef and the other teens.

"Welcome to Total Chef Island, Jay," Chef said.

"Whatevs," Jay replied with a shrug. He turned and sat down, dangling his legs over the dock.

"This one seems kinda dull," Shane whispered to Chef. "What's his deal?"

"Kid's a stoner," was Chef's reply. Shane's eyes widened slightly, then he smirked.

"So, this dude might have illegal drugs on him?"

"Yep."

"And... You're not gonna bother to search him?"

"Nope."

"Cool. Methinks I've found a new friend."

It was then that the campers heard a strange sound in the distance. It sounded like someone was strumming an electric guitar. Jay perked up.

"Hey, I know that tune," Jay said, looking across the lake, where the music was coming from. "That's Dio's 'Holy Diver', from 1983!"

The next boat came into view, going rather slowly. Standing on the bow was a girl holding a black Gibson Flying V electric guitar that was plugged into an amp at her feet. She wore a dark purple t-shirt (the sleeves ripped off) with a black grinning skull design, black fingerless gloves, skin-tight black jeans, and black boots with dull white spikes on the ankles. Her snow-white hair draped over her shoulders, she began to sing as she played her guitar.

Girl: "Hmm-Hmmmm!
Yeah, Yeah!

Holy diver,
You've been down too long in the midnight sea.
Oh, what's becoming of me?

Ride the tiger,
You can see his stripes but you know he's clean.
Oh, don't you see what I mean?

Gotta get away,
Holy Diveeee-eeee-eeee-eeeer! Yeah!
Yeah!

Shiny diamonds,
Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue.
Something is coming for you - look out!

Race for the morning,
You can hide in the sun 'till you see the light.
Oh, we will pray it's alright.

Gotta get away, get awaaa-aaay!

Between the velvet lies,
There's a truth that's hard as steel!
The vision never dies,
Life's a never-ending wheel - yeah!

Holy diver,
You're the star of the masquerade.
No need to look so afraid!

Jump, jump!
Jump on the tiger,
You can feel his heart but you know he's mean.
Some light can never be seen - yeah!"

The singing stopped, and the girl played a short, yet rocking solo. By now, everyone on the dock is watching and listening. When the solo ended, the girl started singing again.

Girl: "Holy diver,
You've been down too long in the midnight sea.
Oh, what's becoming of me?

Ride the tiger,
You can see his stripes but you know he's clean.
Oh, don't you see what I mean?

Gotta get away, get awaaa-aaay!
Gotta get away, get awaaa-aaay - yeah!

Holy diver, sole survivor,
Your heart is clean!
Yeah holy diver!
Holy Diver!

You're caught in the middle, coming after you, holy diver!

Oh, holy diver!
Get away, get away, get away - come on!"

The song ended as the boat pulled up to the dock. The girl stepped off, her guitar and amp in one hand and a suitcase in the other. Rusty, Shane, and Jay were cheering, Rika was jumping up and down, clapping and squealing louder than Katie and Sadie combined, and Cera gave her a polite golf clap.

"Nice entrance, Casey," Chef remarked, a bemused smirk on his face.

"Thanks, Chef," Casey said, setting her bag and instrument down.

The next boat delivered a boy that looked like he just stepped out of an Ambercrombie & Fitch catalog. His short blond hair was slicked back, and his muscles bulged from beneath his black t-shirt and blue jeans.

"This is Victor, everyone," Chef said. The new camper layed eyes on Casey and grinned, his white teeth sparkling in the sunlight.

"He-llo!" He said, his voice thick with a German accent. He dropped his bags and swaggered over to the white-haired rocker, flexing his muscles. "Hey, pretty lady. You und I can make beautiful music together." Casey looked disgusted.

"Step off, creep," she snapped, crossing her arms and turning away. "You so aren't my type."

A confused look crossed Victor's face. "Hmm, playing hard-to-get, eh?" he rubbed his large chin in thought. "This will require a different approach."

He stepped in front of Casey and ripped his shirt off, revealing his enormous pecs and rock-hard, six-pack abs. "Wanna see what I can do with mein pecs?" and with that, his pecs started moving up and down rhythmically.

Thwack!

Casey socked Victor in the face, knocking him into the water. The beefcake pulled himself back onto the dock and grinned. "Oh yeah," he rubbed the red spot on his cheek. "She wants me."

The next camper to arrive had wore a red baseball cap over short red hair, a purple backpack, a zipped-up green jacket, baggy blue jeans, and red skater shoes.

"Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa, Frankie," Chef said, shaking the new arrival's hand. Frankie looked around at the other contestants, and then noticed Victor.

"Hello, handsome," Frankie said with a sly grin, slinking up close to him. "You wanna go somewhere?"

Victor looked freaked out, then slowly backed up. "Er, I'm flattered," he said, holding up his hands as if to protect himself. "But I don't swing that way, dude."

The redhead looked insulted at this remark. "I'm a girl, genius!"

Victor's look changed from freaked to confused. Frankie sighed and unzipped the jacket, revealing her ample bosom, covered by a red t-shirt with a baseball design. "Oh," was all Victor could say. He then noticed how pissed off Frankie looked, and shrunk back in fear. "Err, my bad?"

Thwack!

"Oooooh," Victor groaned as Frankie removed her fist from his crotch. The beefcake doubled over as Frankie walked off, exchanging a high-five with Casey.

"Smooth," Shane said tauntingly to Victor.

The next boat carried not one, but two campers; two twin boys, to be exact. They were both the same height, had the same short brown hair, wore the same white jackets, khaki pants, and blue sneakers. They had the same blue suitcases, and even had the same stance; arms crossed with a confident smirk. The only different about them was that one wore a green t-shirt under his jacket, and the other wore purple.

"Hello, Total Chef Island," the green shirted twin said as the two walked down the dock. "I am Indiana, and this is my brother, Eric."

"I am Eric!" the purple shirted Eric said, his smirk turning to a scowl. Another difference, the campers noticed, was their tones. Indiana spoke slowly and calmly, while Eric spoke quickley and sounded angry.

"Bow your heads before us, for we shall be the winners of Total Chef Island, and claim that fabulous cash prize."

"Do it or I'll bow 'em for you!" Eric punched his palm to get his point across. He noticed Victor, still doubled-over in pain, and smirked again. "You see? Musclehead here has the right idea!"

"Jeez," Jay whispered to Shane. "Can you say 'arrogant'?"

The next camper was a girl of Japanese persuasion, carrying a skateboard and a yellow backpack. She wore a black tank top, yellow pants with a single red stripe running down the left pant leg, and black shoes. She smiled as her boat approached the dock, stroking the tribal tattoos that covered her biceps.

When her boat was close enough to the dock, she dropped her skateboard and hopped on it. As the boat passed, she ollied off the boat, did a double-kickflip, and landed safely on the dock.

"Sick double-kickflip," Frankie said, sharing a high-five with the new girl.

"Thanks," she replied with a smile. "I'm Faith, by the way.

"I'm Frankie."

"AND I'M RIKA!" Rika squealed, glomping Faith. "OMG, YER TATTOO'S ARE AWESUM! I'VE GOT A TATTOO OF CHEF ON MY BACK, WANNA SEE?!?!"

"You have a tattoo of me on your back?" Chef asked, now slightly disturbed. Rika nodded fervently, and pulled up the back of her shirt, revealing an intimidating tattoo of a scowling Chef. The cook's look evolved from slightly disturbed to very disturbed. "Okaaaay... Maybe inviting one of my crazy fangirls to the island wasn't such a good idea..."

Romantic music filled the air as the next boat pulled up. The camper that stepped off this boat caught the attention of all of the girls, and even a couple guys. He wore a gray, button-up shirt, reddish-brown pants, black shoes, and carried a red leather suitcase. The sun reflected off his beautifully bronzed skin, and his shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his well-sculpted abs.

"Welcome to Wawanakwa, Donny," Chef greeted, shaking Donny's hand. "Think you'll like it here, kid?" Donny noticed the ladies staring at him, and grinned.

"Oh, I think I'll be just fine," he said, his voice tinted with a Spanish accent. He flipped his short brown hair, and all the girls swooned. It was then that Victor stomped up to Donny, shooting the shorter boy a glare.

"Back off, pretty boy," Victor snapped, shoving the Spanish-Canadian. "I vas here first!"

"I don't think so, jackass!" Donny sneered, returning the glare. "I know your type; a cocky musclehead that thinks women are no more then objects to ogled!"

"Zat is not true! I have nothing be ze utmost respect for women. And I'll have you know zat ze only body I ogle is mein own!"

"Oh, yeah right! You're nothing but an arrogant ass!"

"Well, at least I'm buff! You're nothing but a shrimp. The women love a buff man like me!"

"Are you kidding?! You look disgusting! You're like Lou Ferigno, only uglier!"

Victor grabbed Donny's shirt collar. "You take zat back!"

"Make me!"

"Oh my," a sweet voice declared. "What's with all the fighting?"

Everyone turned to see that the next camper, another girl, had arrived. Now, it was the guys' turn to stare. Rusty found himself staring at her long, ivory legs and short red skirt. Jay couldn't take his eyes off her ruby belly button piercing. Donny was fixated on her long black hair and purple eyes. Victor, Shane, Indiana, and Eric were all leering at her... Erm, large chest, covered by a red halter top.

She giggled and placed her hands on her hips. "See anything you like, boys?"

"Hummina hummina hummina hummina..." was all the guys could say. The new girl giggled again.

"Well, don't worry," she picked up her red bag and walked past the guys, flaunting her stuff. "There's plenty of Charlotte to go around." She winked at them, making all the guys swoon. The girls rolled their eyes at this.

"Well, now we know who's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard," Frankie whispered to Casey, who nodded in agreement.

The next person also caught everyone's attention, but for an entirely different reason then Donny and Charlotte. For the most part, he looked like your average African-Canadian; a long-sleeved gray shirt with brown horizontal stripes, khaki pants, and white sneakers, carrying a black suitcase. What caught everyone's attention was the creepy white hockey mask he wore over his face.

"Xavier," Chef greeted.

"Chef," Xavier greeted back, taking a spot on the dock. He noticed the others staring at him, and looked confused (though you couldn't see it beneath the mask). "What?"

"Dude," Shane finally said. "What the hell?"

"What, the mask?" Xavier shrugged. "I like horror movies, no big deal."

"Huh, a black horror movie lover. Kinda ironic, considering the brother or sister never survives a horror movie."

Now the horror buff was offended. "Hey! They don't always die!"

"Oh, please! Name one horror movie," the asshole held up one finger for emphasis. "Where the black guy or gal survived until the end credits."

"LL Cool J survived Deep Blue Sea."

"Okay, one; that was more of a thriller movie then horror. Two; he only survived after he got his frickin' leg bitten off. And three; Samuel L. Jackson still got his ass munched."

"I thought that was Morgan Freeman?" Eric interjected.

"No, he was in The Shawshank Redemption," Casey explained.

"OMG, WILL SMITH IS SUCH A HUNK!" Rika squealed with lovestruck swoon. The others stared at her.

"Where did that come from?" Indiana asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Uum..." Rika giggled and shrug. "Iduno. But he is!"

"No argument there," another new camper added as she stepped off the boat, towing a large trunk. She wore a blue t-shirt, black jeans, blue boots, light blue silk gloves, a dark blue cape, and a blue silk top hat over her short brown hair.

"This is Trucy," Chef said, shaking her hand. The others looked at her strangely.

"And what the hell are you suppose to be?" Shane asked rather rudely.

"I'm a magician," Trucy said with a smile.

"Oh, wow!" Shane said with a saccharine smile, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. "A magician, that's awesome! Hey, here's an idea; why don't you make yourself disappear? Hahaha!"

The brunette magician scowled at Shane's taunts. "I can't make myself disappear, but I can do this," she removed her hat and held it out so the others could see inside of it; it looked like a regular old hat. "Nothing up my hat..." she held it over Shane's head. "Abracadabra..." she tapped the top with her other hand.

Blat blat blat blat blat!

Several chicken eggs fell out of her hat, splattering all over Shane's head. The others burst out laughing as Trucy smirked and put her hat back on. "Alakazam, asshole."

Shane muttered something foul under his breath and began to wipe the gunk off his face as the next boat pulled up. A short, chubby boy jumped off, carrying a brown backpack and grinning excitedly. He wore a green hoodie, brown shorts, green sneakers, and an orange bandanna.

"Oh, wow!" he said, looking around. He threw his arms up as if to celebrate his arrival. "I can't believe I'm actually on Total Drama Island!"

"That's Total Chef Island, Mikey!" Chef corrected him with a scowl. Mikey smiled politely and approached the larger man.

"Right, Total Chef Island, my mistake," Mikey extended a hand for a shake. "It's good to meet you, Chef Hatchet."

Chef smiled and connected his hand with Mikey's. The sound of electricity buzzing was heard, followed by Chef's warbling scream. Mikey started laughing hysterically and pulled his hand away. Chef collapsed in a crumbled heap, and Mikey held up his hand to show the others; a shock buzzer rested in his palm.

"The joy buzzer," Mikey cackled. "Oldest prank in the book! Haha - ACK!" he gasped when a pair of hands wrapped around his throat.

"WHY YOU LITTLE-!!" Rika snapped, strangling Mikey in a way that reminded the others of the way Homer Simpson strangles his son Bart on an episodic basis. "HOW DARE YOU HURT MY BELOVED CHEF, YOU TWISTED (Bleep!)?!?!"

Casey and Frankie rushed over and tried to pull Rika off the prankster. They failed to notice another boat speeding towards the dock, going much faster then the other boats. The boat swerved to avoid hitting the dock, and a girl was thrown off the bow and went flying, smashing into the four of them.

"Whoo!" she cheered, popping up from the crumbled pile of teenagers. The new girl was very tall, had a red backpack slung over her shoulder, and her brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. She wore a brown work shirt with oil stains on it, dark brown slacks with oil stains on them, and white sneakers with (you guessed it) oil stains on them. She threw her arms up and cheered. "That was awesome! Did you see how fast I went?!"

Chef, who had recovered from his shock, stared at the boat as it sped away, then turned to the new girl. "Hey Christine, what the hell happened back there?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Those boats shouldn't be able to go that fast."

Christine chuckled and rubbed the back of her head. "Uum, I may have tinkered with the engine... A little bit. Hehe..." Behind her, the others groaned as they pulled themselves up, Rika still glaring at Mikey.

Chef rolled his eyes as the next camper walked off his boat, carry a large brown backpack. "Hey everyone, it's Quincey!"

Quincey had short black hair, and wore a gray hunting jacket, cameo-colored pants, and brown boots. The eyes behind his thin glasses were like the eyes of a hawk, cold and piercing. Those eyes took in his surroundings, and he frowned. "This is where we're staying?"

"That's right!"

Quincey sighed and joined the other campers. "Well, at least I'll get to put my survival skills to the test in this dump."

Another girl arrived, one with a dress pattern similar to Jay. But rather then gray, hers was pink. Pink tank top, long pink skirt, pink sandals, pink headband, several large, pink bags behind her - hell, even her eyes were a faded violet, making them look pink.

"What the hell is this?!" she demanded, stomping up to Chef. "I was told that I would be staying at a five-star resort with a day spa, servants waiting on me night and day, and five-star dining!"

Chef laughed at the girl's anger. "Yeah, I lied," he said with a smirk. "Sorry, Kelly. You're stuck at Camp Wawanakwa for the next month! No resort, no servants, and as for the dining..." he chuckled maniacally. "Well, you'll see."

Kelly suppressed a scream and started to grab her bags. "Great, just great! Stuck on this crappy island for a month with a bunch of carnival side-show rejects!"

"Hey!" the other campers snapped.

The next camper to arrive was a tall, skinny boy, carrying a very large trunk. He had short, blue hair, wore a yellow t-shirt with a single red stripe running across it, light blue trousers, and large red sneakers.

"Welcome, Rolf," Chef said. "How are you liking Canada so far?"

"Well, Rolf still misses the old country," Rolf admitted. He had a distinct European accent, but none of the campers could figure out what area of Europe. "But Rolf is enjoying living in this new land. Oh, and uh... Rolf hopes you don't mind, but Rolf brought some... Animal friends with him to camp."

"Not at all!" Chef said with a grin.

"Wait, animals?" Kelly asked, looking even less happy. "What do you mean, 'animals'?"

Rolf turned back to the boat, placed two fingers in his mouth, and whistled sharply. Several farm animals came trotting off the boat; one cow, one goat, three pigs, and eight chickens.

"Gah!" Kelly let out a high-pitched scream as animals walked past her. "What the hell, Chef?!"

"Well, this island's already got a bunch of animals," Chef said with a shrug. "I figured a few more wouldn't hurt."

"I think it's kinda cool," Rusty said, petting the cow. "Heck, if I'd known I could bring animals, I would've asked daddy if I could take some of our farm animals."

"Are you kidding?!" Kelly snapped, swatting animals away. "This (bleep)ing sucks! I'm already stuck here with you losers, I don't wanna these filthy animals here too!" A chicken climbed on top of her head and started pecking her forehead. "Ow ow ow! Get off me, you rat with wings!"

"That is Kimi's way of saying that she likes you," Rolf said with a good-natured smile, as Kimi continued to peck at Kelly. "Want to see her way of saying that she has to use the bathroom?"

"No! Get it off me!!"

Casey chuckled and petted the goat. "I like these guys already."

The next boat delivered an African-Canadian girl, wearing round, black glasses, a white lab coat, purple latex gloves, black pants, and black boots. She carried two large suitcases, and her black hair was tied up into pigtails.

"Salutations, everyone," she said, smiling. "I'm Kayla, scientist. It's a pleasure to meet you.

"Ugh, just what we need," Kelly groaned, finally knocking Kimi off her head. "Another four-eyed nerd!"

Rolf's goat came up behind her and knocked her into the water. Casey cackled and patted the goat's head. "Good job, uh..."

"Tony," Rolf told her.

"Tony, right."

As the final boat approached, Chef turned to the campers. "Okay people," he said. "The last camper is Morgan. Now, I feel I should warn you; whatever you do, don't make fun of her... Er, size."

"Size?" Jay questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Well..."

"What's up, people?" Morgan asked as she stepped off the boat, carrying a blue duffel bag. She wore a blue t-shirt, blue jeans, and black white sneakers. She had short, blond hair, and a serious face. What caught everyone's attention was the fact that she was... Well, in better terms, she was a little person, standing only three feet tall.

"Bwahahahah!" Shane burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "Oh, un-frickin'-believable! A midget?! Chef man, you had dozens of people to choose from, and you picked a midget?! Hahaha-"

Shane's laughter came to an abrupt end when Morgan's hand shot out, putting his balls in a vise grip. Shane let out a high pitched scream of pain, and Morgan released his testicles. The asshole collapsed, clutching his nether regions.

"Anyone else wanna make fun of my height?!" Morgan snapped, holding out and clenching the hand that had just crushed Shane's privates. Everyone else, even the farm animals, fervently shook their heads no. "Good!"

"Alrighty then," Chef said, producing a camera. He hopped onto the last boat and turned to face the dock. "We're gonna need a group photo for the promos, so everyone, gather 'round! You too, Cera!"

The campers all gathered at the edge of the dock. In the front row sat Rolf (his animals gathered around him), Rusty, Cera, Morgan, Xavier, Indiana, and Eric. In the middle row stood Rika, Trucy, Frankie, Faith, Kelly, Donny, Mikey, Charlotte, Casey, and Jay. Standing in back were Shane, Victor, Christine, Kayla, and Quincey.

"Okay," Chef held the camera up to his eye and put his finger on the button. "Everyone say, 'Chef Hatchet is awesome'!"

"CHEF HATCHET IS AWESUM!!" Rika squealed happily. Only Rika. Chef groaned.

"Okay, fine! Everyone say 'Wawanakwa'!"

"Wawanakwa!" The campers said, smiling (well, most of them, anyways).

Snap!

The second after Chef took the picture, the dock broke, sending all the campers (and animals) into the water. Chef cackled. "Oh man, I can't believe you guys fell for that! Didn't any of you see the first season?! Haha!"

"Well, this is gonna be a fun month," Cera groaned, floating on the water.

"I know, right?!" Rusty asked happily, splashing Victor and Donny.

"Alright, campers," Chef said as the boat pulled up to the island, dropping him off on dry land. "Get dried off and meet me at the campfire pit so we can discuss the season!"

To Be Continued...


And the first chapter of Total Chef Island is completed! I'm really proud of how it turned out! And the fact that I got it up before school started!

So, what did you guys think of the story? How about all those OCs? Oh, if they remind you of someone, that's 'cause they probably do. With each character, I was inspired by a character or person that already exists. I'll be posting their profiles in my profile moderately soon. In case you need a cheat sheet, the contestants of TCI are...

Shane the asshole, Rusty the redneck, Cera the loner, Rika the fangirl, Jay the stoner, Casey the rocker, Victor the beefcake, Frankie the tomboy, Indiana and Eric the trouble making twins, Faith the daredevil, Donny the romantic, Charlotte the femme fatale, Xavier the horror buff, Trucy the magician, Mikey the prankster, Christine the machine buff, Quincey the survivalist, Kelly the spoiled brat, Kayla the scientist, Morgan the little person, and Rolf the foreign kid.

The next chapter will hopefully be up soon! Read and review!