Content Warning:
Mild Violence

It wasn't a normal day. What would be so normal about a serial killer stalking ex-reality show contestants on an island? Everyone seemed depressed and sad, with the exception of one person in cabin three.

"Yeah, I know everyone is pretty bummed out about this, but think about it. The Wawanakwa Murders! Killer Contestants! Midnight Massacre! It would be a perfect book! I could get so rich! Not even that, think about the movie! The VHS, DVD, MP3 versions! All the cash!" Blainley exclaimed. She was thinking she could get rich off writing about the murders.

"Blainley, no-offense, but people are getting…murdered." Cody said, scared that Blainley would start hurting him. Blainley rolled her eyes and flipped her hair.

"Think about it! Do you know how many people have written about real life murders, and got rich? TONS! Picture it…The Wawanakwa Murders by Blainley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran!" Blainley smiled with her hands clasped. Everyone was a little disturbed by Blainley being overly happy, but everyone knew she really didn't care about anyone.

"Can you really complete a whole book? Like 400 pages of gore and blood?" Cody asked.

"Of course I can! With my strength and organization skills I can do this." Blainley said. The day got even more abnormal since a mysterious note was found on each cabin.

All the notes said the exact same thing.

"Very well done. I'm surprised all you twelve could make it this far. You've made it past the merge. Let's see how many of you can survive this fun bloodbath. I may decide to spare a few of you losers. No one if safe now. No one."

So this is what the killer was doing. They were planning their own game of Total Drama. The bad thing was, there was no telling who would get it next. What did it mean, the merge? As everyone wondered, cabin three blew up. It exploded into pieces. There were only twelve contestants left, and two cabins. The killer wanted to minimize the space the ex-contestants had. Bridgette pulled Courtney over to the side to talk to her.

"Courtney, we have to get people on that boat you were working on. We have to get people off the island!" Bridgette said.

"I told you, it isn't ready yet! Besides, it has a lot of work to be done." Courtney said. Bridgette sighed.

"I'll lead everyone over to the docks. We need to at least test it out!" Bridgette pleaded.

"Fine! Just a test! It isn't ready yet!" Courtney said. In five minutes everyone was down at the docks. Bridgette got everyone's attention.

"Okay guys, Courtney has been secretly working on a boat to get us off this island!" Bridgette said.

"Hold on! Get us OFF the island? I can't finish my book if I don't know how this all plays out!" Blainley cried. Most everyone ignored her.

"It's just a yellow inflatable boat that's been reinvented and has a motor. It's still being worked on, but we're just going to test it to see how it works out. It can only fit about five people. So…um…Tyler, Lindsay, Blainley, Cody and Noah, can you guys test it out?" Bridgette asked.

"I know who should test it!" Izzy said as she jumped into the boat, pushing Blainley out of the way. "It is I, Test-i-nista! The Testing Queen!" Izzy, AKA Testinista said. Izzy immediately put her hair in a high-pony tail, put on a yellow head band, and slipped on a white lab coat. Bridgette smiled uneasily about how eager Izzy was. She might end up popping the rubber boat.

As Testinista landed on the boat, she popped it. Suddenly the boat began to sink. "Uh-oh. This test isn't going so well. I wish Izzy were here to help me." Testinista said. She quickly hopped out of the boat, leaving the others. Courtney gaped at the sight of her hard work being destroyed. Testinista walked up to Courtney. "I'm so sorry your hard work was destroyed. I should go find Izzy." Testinista said as she dashed off back to the cabins. Courtney fell to her knees in defeat and sobbed.

"I can't believe it, not only was my hard work destroyed, but now we're stuck here! Do you know how much time and organization that took?" Courtney cried while everyone from the boat climbed back onto land.

"Maybe we can fix it somehow!" Bridgette said. The boat was completely submerged and was rotting at the bottom of the ocean. "Or…or not." Bridgette sighed. The boat was underwater now.

Another meeting was held, this time Bridgette was leading it. "Okay guys, there are only twelve of us left. There are roughly half of us left. As you all know, we've been forced into two cabins, six of us in each. I think it's best if we have buddies. Three to a group. That means we'll have four groups. I've decided the groups randomly. Group one is Geoff, LeShawna and Heather. Group two is Beth, me and Izzy. Group three is Courtney, Lindsay and Tyler. The last group is Blainley, Noah and Cody. You have to stay with your group at all times." Bridgette said.

"Are you kidding me? As if! There is no way in hell I'm staying with that fat black freak." Heather shouted walking off.

"Your gonna' get it next baldy!" LeShawna shouted as Heather left.

"I'm going to the stupid bathrooms. Ever since the guys bathroom has blown up, the girls bathroom has smelled like smoke and shit." Heather shouted back.

"Um...I have to go too." Blainley lied following Heather. She quickly caught up to Heather

Ever since cabin three blew up from the guys bathroom exploding, the cabin three ex-contestants relocated their selves into the other cabins. Since Blainley and Cody were the only people in cabin three, they divided themselves evenly into cabins. Cody went into cabin one along with Blainley. There were already six people in cabin two. Everyone was for the most part okay with their new cabin buddies. Meanwhile in cabin two, Izzy AKA Testinista was helping Courtney with her boat.

"Using your horribly failed attempt at a boat, I have multiplied it and cut it up and pasted it to the bottom of our cabin, making it mobile. I'll show you a test I have assembled." Testinista said. She took out a device a pressed a button on it. The cabin began moving. Courtney smiled.

"Amazing!" Courtney said, overly excited. The cabin was heading towards the ocean, and getting faster, and wasn't stopping.

"Izzy, stop this thing! NOW!" Courtney screamed.

"Who? Oh, Izzy isn't here!" Testinista said.

"Oh my gosh! My lip gloss!" Lindsay screamed as her individual tubes of lip gloss were flying out the wide open door.

"Oh dear, it seems I've failed to find a stop button…or make on." Testinista said.

"Izzy! We have to stop this!" Bridgette screamed.

"It isn't funny this time Izzy!" Noah shouted, holding onto the bedpost.

"For the last time friends, Izzy isn't here!" Testinista said.

"STOP THIS THING TESTINISTA!" everyone screamed angrily.

"Ok for lords sake! You could have said it normally." Testinista obliged. She took out the remote and played with it. She shrugged and simply threw it out the window. Everyone gasped at this desperate attempt. The remote landed in front of one of the wheels. The wheel caught on the remote and the cabin stopped right as it entered the ocean. Izzy ripped off the hair band, un-did her pony tail and threw her lab coat off and laughed.

"Oh boy! I should NOT let Testinista get in the way ever again. She can be SO manipulative…but not like EXPLOSIVO! BOOM, BOOM!" Izzy screamed as she pressed another button on the remote. The cabin rocketed off and crash-landed near cabin one.

"Haha! That was a close call!" Izzy said. Everyone stared at her angrily.

Heather was almost finished washing her hands. She looked up in the mirror to see the killer standing right behind her. Heather turned around and sighed.

"Cute. Now screw off you freak." Heather said as she hit the killer in the shoulder. This made the killer step closer to Heather. "I know it's you under there Bridgette. You act all sweet and concerned when you are the one doing it. You should become an actress." Heather said as she continued washing her hands. Suddenly she felt cold metal against her shoulder. She turned around to see the killer with their knife up, blood dripping from it. Heather had just been cut on the shoulder.

"Stop it! I'm not scared of you, I am scared of nothing!" Heather shouted as she punched the killer. She got some paper towels to cover up her wound. She then walked towards the door. As she began to open the door, the killer walked in front of her. "Bridgette, stop it!" Heather said with a more impatient tone as she slapped the killer on the shoulder.

"I'm not Bridgette." The killer said back, their voice deep and gritty. You couldn't really tell if it was a boy or a girl. Heather was shocked at the killer talking back to her. Heather rolled her eyes and went for the doorknob. The killer quickly stabbed Heather in the hand, and pushed her back into the counter. "I am so serious! Stop…IT!" Heather screamed in pain as she punched the killer in the face with her unwounded hand. While the killer was down Heather opened the door and fled outside.

Confused on where to go, she saw LeShawna walking into the mess hall. Heather knew she was smart, and she had to be. If she killer saw her walk into the mess hall, they would find her. In this case, Heather decided to run around to the back of the mess hall, and go in through there. Heather quickly slammed the door to the bathrooms and dashed around the back of the cabins, and then to the back of the mess hall. She looked around to see where the killer was. She was panting heavily, looking around.

She was in the clear. Heather slowly opened the back door to the mess hall, and went inside. Everything was completely quiet. Slowly she made her way into the kitchen. The metal shutters were down. Heather looked to see a large butcher knife stabbed into the counter. Heather shuttered as she grabbed the knife. Though she wouldn't admit it, Heather was actually scared. Even if the killer wasn't Bridgette, Heather wouldn't let anyone know that she was truly scared. Heather opened the door leading to the mess hall. It was completely empty.

She looked through the window to see LeShawna heading back to her cabin. She must have come back to mess hall just to get something. "Fuck." Heather muttered to herself. Suddenly, something moved past the window. Heather let out a short squeal and backed into a table, hitting her lower back. "Agh!" Heather screamed as she held her back. Just then, there were odd noises coming from beneath the floor boards. Heather bent down and pressed her ear against the ground, listening. Then, everything went quiet.

As Heather began to stand up, and hand burst through the floorboards and grabbed her head. Heather tried to wriggle away. As she got the killer's hand off herself, a knife came through the floorboards, and pierced Heather in the abdomen. She got up and stumbled into another table. She propped herself up, and made a break for the door. The killer eerily rose out of the floorboards and began walking towards Heather, with their knife up. As Heather ran for the door, she immediately stopped.

The pain in her back was stopping her. Heather turned around and launched the butcher knife at the killer. The killer easily dodged the knife. Suddenly the killer jumped right at Heather. The killer flew into her, and they flew out the doors and rolled into the grass. The killer's hood came off after all the rumble and tumble. Heather then saw something she couldn't believe, blonde hair. Heather was convinced it was Bridgette. Heather kicked the killer off and ran towards cabin two. She was going to expose the killer's identity once and for all.

As she was about to reach the cabin porch, the killer came up behind her, covered her mouth, and lunged the knife deep into her back. Heather screamed underneath the killer's hand and fell onto the porch. Heather rolled over and looked the killer in the eyes. She weakly pushed the killer off and stood up. As she began to open the door to the cabin, she was knifed again in the back. Heather moaned in pain as she slowly opened the cabin door. Then she saw something else that shocked. Bridgette, Lindsay and Blainley were all in the cabin.

All of the blondes were in the cabin. Did that mean the hair Heather saw was fake?

"Heather, what's up?" Bridgette asked. Heather was panting rapidly. She didn't have enough energy to say anything. Instead she collapsed to the ground, bleeding everywhere. Everyone gasped and rushed to her.

"I know we don't like her, but come on! Get Chef, get bandages people!" Bridgette commanded as she bent down to Heather. Bridgette than felt her pulse. It was too late. She was dead, and bleeding everywhere.

Shortly after that grisly incident, Heather was taken away to the small shack at the docks. All the bodies were covered with a body bag made from plastic bags that had been sewn together. The bodies were stacked on shelves. Another meeting was held after Heather's discovery.

"Ok guys, there are only eleven of us left. Since Geoff and LeShawna have lost a buddy, they'll have to stick together. On the bright side, I've received great news from Playa Des Losers. The phone lines were up for a while and we've had conformation that Trent is still alive! Though when he was stabbed in the back, it severed some nerves, giving him a temporary limp. He was also, stabbed through the spine, which way paralyze him for life. He may never walk again." Bridgette explained. Everyone was shocked.

So, Heather is finally dead. That took forever. Trent is still alive, but off the island, so he is safe for sure…or is he? So only eleven ex-contestants left…who will be the survivors? Who will the killer spare? Who with the killer kill? Who is/are the killer(s)?

Survivors: Geoff, LeShawna, Beth, Bridgette, Izzy, Courtney, Lindsay, Tyler, Noah, Blainley and Cody.

Victims: Duncan, Gwen, Trent, Sierra, Sadie, Owen, DJ, Eva, Alejandro, Justin, Harold, Ezekiel, Katie and Heather.

A/N: Sorry it took SO long. The next chapter might come up around Sunday or Monday. Heather is dead, that took forever. Not that many people wanted Heather dead surprisingly. If there is a contestant(s) that anyone hates and wants to be killed off, put it in your review or PM me. Chapter 6 coming up soon (I hope) Thanks for reading guys! :D