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Dear Readers: The Feline Overlord here with my first chapter! Slush'll be back for the next one. I'm trying to persuade Slush to let me make MacArthur and Sanders a couple, and if enough people want it, he'll let me. So, vote on the poll on my profile, or rant about it in reviews. I'll keep the poll up for at least two weeks.

Chapter 2

POV: MacArthur (Total Drama)

Writer: The Feline Overlord (Feline)

10:14 AM, 1.01.2017

The First Annual Cartoon Convention

MacArthur led the way into an enormous crowd of what she could only assume were cartoon characters. She saw humans of all sorts, animals, some speaking English and walking on two legs, and other stuff she didn't want to even try to process.

Since she had competed on The Ridonculous Race, she and her partner, Sanders, had become full police officers. This took a little bit of negotiation on Sanders's part, considering MacArthur had admitted to registering to the Academy under a fake name, smuggling fruits across borders, and a few other little incidents.

"How is this even physically possible?" Sanders wondered. "How can all the cartoon characters to exist possibly fit in one room?"

"It's cartoon characters we're talking about. We don't need an explanation."

"True enough."

"Now c'mon. Let's go find Brody." MacArthur dragged Sanders into the crowd, eager to find her boyfriend Brody, whom she had met on the Race and ended up beating her in the finale. They were almost immediately rushed by a little teenager in a cat suit. At least, MacArthur assumed it was a suit. "Hi Sanders. Hi MacArthur. You guys were awesome on The Ridonculous Race! You totally should've won!"

"Um, who are you?"

"I am The Feline Overlord! Can I have your autograph?"

MacArthur exchanged glances with Sanders. "Sure. Why not."

The Feline Overlord handed them a pen and notebook. MacArthur saw that she had already gotten a bunch of people to sign it, and she recognized a couple names, including Don's. After they had both signed it, Sanders handed it back to her.

"Thank you," she chirped, before bounding off on all fours, tail streaking behind her. So maybe it wasn't a suit after all.

MacArthur and Sanders milled around, meeting some truly unusual people, signing more autographs, and posing for pictures. Someone bumped into her from behind, and MacArthur whirled around. "Hey! Watch where you're going, kid." Then she realized who it was.

"MacArthur! Nice to see you." A girl she recognized from the Race, Kitty, looked up from her phone. "There's a Voltorb on your face, by the way." Any signs of their earlier rivalry, which involved Kitty's older sister Emma throwing up in a dune buggy, were no longer apparent. MacArthur didn't get Kitty. It was seriously unnatural for someone to be so annoyingly happy all the time. She also had a pretty low tolerance for Pokemon Go players, after someone had climbed the fence at the police station to catch some stupid virtual character. And Sanders had to butt in before she could taze him. It was unfair, really.

"Sanders. I see you got your cast off. How's the arm doing?", she asked. MacArthur bristled at her remark. Though it was an innocent enough question, it still hurt to think about the time when she dropped her partner seven miles down a hole.

"It's fine. Feeling better. Where's your sister?"

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Probably making out with Noah or something. Y'know, Emma stuff."

"I heard that!" roared a voice from behind them.

"Hi Emma. You were though, weren't you?"

"Um, I'm not answering that. Doesn't matter now. Someone threw a smoke bomb and kidnapped him."

Kitty didn't seem to be surprised by this. "Izzy?"

"Izzy. You wanted to see Scuba Bear, right?"

She perked up immediately. "Yeah!" She turned to MacArthur and Sanders. "You guys wanna come with us?"

"Eh, why not." Hopefully Brody would be there.

"Sure, come fly with us, come die with us," Emma grumbled.

"See! You're even quoting Noah now!"

There was a small crowd, but still no sign of Brody, gathered around Chris McLean, the host of Total Drama, and Scuba Bear. The latter, a mechanical bear wearing scuba gear and a bow tie, was restrained by Chris's assistant Chef Hatchet and several interns.

"Um, you guys can go first." Emma lightly pushed Kitty forwards.

"You're scared, aren't you," taunted MacArthur.

"Yes, I am, in fact, and I have a very good reason to be."

Without warning, a jolt of electricity emanated from the robot bear, and it knocked Chef to the ground. The crowd scattered, and Chris emitted a high-pitched scream.

Amidst all the chaos, MacArthur was the first to notice a figure coming from behind them. But she couldn't do anything until it was too late. She resisted the darkness that tried to engulf her, but it won out, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Another thing: Now that you've experienced both of our writing styles, dare I ask, which chapter was better?