Blake Byrne smirked to himself, looking upon the film lot used during Total Drama Action. The host stood at 5'11, and wore a red collared shirt with the top buttons undone, black pants, red shoes, and had black hair that was slicked back. He had white skin, a fairly average build, and blue eyes that looked over his new playground for the next few weeks.
Interns and staff members were rushing from place to place, trying to get everything prepared for the show's start, while Blake himself did absolutely nothing, grinning as he remembered just how easy it was to get this place for himself. Honestly, he should give himself a pat on the back for that - convincing that old guy Chris McLean that he didn't need it anymore was shockingly easy. Unfortunately for him, the execs said something about a co-host… seriously, he didn't need one, he was good enough to host things himself - he hosted Scare Tractor, for crying out loud! That show topped the charts for weeks!
Blake was forced out of his spite-fueled internal monologue by a hand lightly tapping his shoulder. Turning around in annoyance, he was faced by a 5'4 tall very feminine-looking white boy with neck-length blonde hair. His blue eyes looked up to Blake, and he wore a bright yellow shirt, a blue skirt, and yellow shoes. All-in-all, he was most definitely a femboy.
"Are you, um, Blake?" he asked politely, "I'm Sunny Daye! I'm supposed to be your co-host for this season, sooooo hi!"
Blake snorted a little bit at the pun in his co-host's name, though he decided to not let his guard down near his new co-host, "Hello… I guess. Now, just sit back, and let the professional show you how to host."
Sunny just gave a thumbs-up to his new superior, seeing this as a way to learn how to host himself, "O-K!"
Blake clapped, and all of the lights around him whirred to life, revealing just where the two were standing - the stage where Chris held the elimination ceremonies back from Total Drama Action. Both Blake and Sunny were standing in the center stage - even if Blake was behind the podium that Chris once used. The host smirked yet again, as Total Drama Stardom officially begun.
"Hello there, Total Drama fans!" Blake called out, raising his left arm out to reveal the stage, "And welcome… to Total Drama Stardom!"
"I'm your all-new host, Blake Byrne!" he announced himself, wiping a piece of dirt from his shoulder as he continued speaking.
"And I'm Sunny Daye, the… co-host!" Sunny intercepted, doing a little twirl as he introduced himself. Blake stared in annoyance towards Sunny's direction, but the femboy didn't notice.
"Anyways," Blake butted himself back in, "Welcome to the film lot! Where thirteen all-new contestants will battle it out for the grand prize… of one million dollars! Naturally, they'll have to face off against ridiculous challenges, constant cameras, each other, and the interns' terrible cooking."
"It can't be that bad," Sunny optimistically asked, to which Blake groaned.
"Believe me, the interns cannot cook. Part of why I got a chef as a contestant…" Blake answered, shuddering as he remembered the horrors of the interns' 'cooking', though he quickly got back on track.
"Anyways, you all should know how this works. Two teams will compete until a merge, and those merging contestants will compete until just one remains - the winner," Blake recited, wanting to move onto the interesting stuff.
"So, stick around to find out who our new contestants are…" Blake announced, "Right now… on…"
"Total!"
"Drama!"
"Stardom!"
Blake chuckled to himself as the intro song began to play, "Always wanted to do that."
The intro song began much like the others - with cameras. One was taped onto a trailer, another poked out of a bin, a third was attached to a spotlight, and a fourth was in the hands of a random raccoon.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine, you guys are on my mind,
The camera began by speeding through the film lot, passing Blake and Sunny. The host spread his arms out wide, while Sunny flashed a peace sign with a wink. The camera then took a harsh turn into the horror set.
You asked me what I wanted to be, and now I think the answer is plain to see,
The set was a haunted mansion, in which Ally was walking around, appreciating the spooky atmosphere. Her peace was interrupted when a bucket full of water - no, not just the water, the whole bucket - fell from above in front of her. The cause of the bucket was Dylan, who was sat in the rafters and pouted childishly as it missed the role-player's head.
I wanna be famous!
The camera then sped out of the window of the set, and onto the beach set, where Colin was searching for crabs. On the beach, Celeste had set up a telescope to look up at the stars when night comes.
I wanna live close to the sun, go pack your bags 'cause I've already won,
Moving past the beach set, the camera went to a forest set, where Forrest was sat in a tree, looking down at the scene in front of them - Tyson and Victor were having an arm wrestling contest, which was going evenly until Victor pulled out a win by pointing elsewhere with his other arm to distract the athlete.
Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day,
The camera moved to the space set, where Melinda was looking at some of the parts of the set to try and fix them. However, she hit the wrong thing with her wrench and it exploded, covering the mechanic in smoke, annoying her. The camera moved slightly further along, where Kevin shook his head in shock.
'Cause I wanna be famous!
The camera moved to the detective movie set, where May and Riley were attempting to figure out whodunnit near a board. The helping hand asked May for her opinion, but the daydreamer was fast asleep.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na,
The camera then went into the confessional trailer, where Rayna was busy creating a shipping chart on the walls.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous! I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!
The camera knocked Rayna's chart over, then passed to a stage, where the whole cast was sat. It briefly passed over Jack for a second before settling right on the back of the stage.
(Whistling) I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
The intro ended with Blake and Sunny stood on the stage, while the thirteen contestants sat in the bleachers behind them.
After the intro song, the focus was brought onto four coaches, most of which held three contestants. Each of these was driven by an intern, and the first had two girls and one guy.
The first of these was Riley Flores, a 5'3 tall tanned girl with dyed pink hair, with bangs styled to not cover her forehead. She had bright blue eyes, and wore a green and brown striped sweater, brown pants and green shoes. She had a skinny build, and was looking out of the window as the coach kept on going.
On another seat was Melinda Ridley, a 6'2 tall fairly muscular black girl with black hair styled in dreadlocks that reached her shoulders, and green eyes. She wore blue jeans with oil stains on them, along with a gray shirt, and black boots, along with a blue jacket over the shirt. She was impatiently tapping her finger against the seat next to her.
The final person in the first coach was Kevin O'Reilly, a 5'10 tall white guy with short, curly ginger hair. He wore a typical chef's outfit - white apron, black shirt, white pants, and black shoes. He had blue eyes that, much like Riley's, were looking out of a window, although his were more out of a sense of that there was nothing else to do.
Riley, noticing that Kevin was bored, decided to move in and start a conversation with the chef.
"Hi! I'm Riley!" she introduced herself, getting Kevin's attention. The chef perked up a little, and turned to face the helping name.
"Name's Kevin," he said simply, with a notable Irish accent. He tapped the seat next to him, gesturing for Riley to sit down, which she did.
"Well, why did you sign up for this show?" Riley asked, trying to break the ice with the chef, "I'm just here to meet some new people, if I'm being honest. Money would be nice, but I'd just be happy with the experience!"
Kevin shrugged, "Mostly 'ere for the money, I gotta say," he admitted, "Really, I think they only accepted me 'cause I'm a chef. Apparently the interns around 'ere really suck at cooking, so I'm needed," he chuckled.
Riley nodded, "Oh, you're a chef? That's pretty cool!" she praised, clapping her hands together.
Kevin smirked, enjoying the praise, "Pretty much. I'd say I'm really good. Probably gonna cook somethin' good for everyone when we make it to the film lot, y'know?"
Riley clapped and nodded, but that got the attention of Melinda, who annoyedly walked over to them.
"Could you keep it down," she grumbled as she approached the pair, "I'm trying to think!"
Riley immediately raised her hands up in panic, "No, no, it's okay! We're done, right?" she turned to Kevin, who wasn't having it.
"We're havin' a conversation over 'ere," Kevin rebutted, "And anyways, this coach is pretty big. You could just sit right at the back."
Melinda scoffed, crossing her arms and looking at the chef with a scowl, "Well, dumbass, you put all your stuff right there!"
Riley took a look at the back of the coach, proving Melinda right. Kevin had placed multiple cases on the back seats, many of them packed full of what was presumably kitchen tools.
Melinda smirked, as if she just proven a point, "Why the hell do you even need that much stuff, anyways? This isn't a cooking competition, you know!"
Kevin crossed his arms in annoyance, rolling his eyes at the mechanic, "Well, I only cook using my own tools! It doesn't feel right usin' anyone else's, alright!"
Melinda's smirk fell slightly as she prepared to punch the chef in the face, but before it could escalate any further, Riley put herself in between the two.
"C'mon guys," she pleaded, trying to lower the tension, "We haven't even arrived yet, please stop fighting! Look, I'll put Kevin's bags somewhere else, and then you can sit at the back. There, problem solved!"
Kevin looked down towards the pushover, "They're my stuff, so don't even bother," he then looked back up towards Melinda, who was still frowning in his general direction, "And anyway, we're almost there, so you can just deal with it."
Kevin turned away, and Melinda raised an eyebrow as he walked back to his seat, "Heh, guess I won that one!" she gloated, as the chef moved away to alleviate his stress from the small fight.
Riley, who was just standing around awkwardly, turned to Melinda, "I'll, uh, still put them somewhere else if you want me to…" she said, rubbing her arm.
Melinda, much like Kevin, decided to turn away and walk off, "Eh, don't bother! Now that you both shut up, I don't need his bags gone!"
Riley just stared blankly, trying to make heads or tails of what just happened, "All… right then. I'll just go over here… yeah."
Riley moved into a now vacant seat, while both Melinda and Kevin were left with the aftermath of their quarrel.
Melinda was seething, grumbling under her breath, "Well, I'll be voting out Gordon Ramsay over there when I get the chance. Moron…"
Kevin, contrarily, was calming himself down, not saying anything, but letting out a few deep breaths.
The second coach similarly held three contestants, although there was far less tension between them as they each kept to themselves.
The first of this trio was currently watching his pet crab. Colin Turner was the shortest contestant so far, standing at 5'1 tall. He had white skin, sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes, and wore a yellow shirt with a red crab on it, beige pants and white shoes. Across his shoulder was a satchel, holding a terrarium which in turn held his beloved pet hermit crab, Herman.
Across from him was a 5'3 tall white girl with shoulder-length brown hair. Ally Starr wore a red and brown tunic beneath a red cloak, along with brown pants and brown boots. The mage roleplayer had a skinny build, and also wore a necklace with a moon symbol on it. Ally was just looking at a staff in her hand, occasionally swinging it around.
Finally in this coach was May Summers, the shortest contestant on the coach, standing at only 4'9 tall. She had messy pale blonde hair that covered the top half of her blue eyes, and had pale skin. The daydreamer wore a blue sweater, gray sweatpants, and blue shoes, and was sleeping in her seat.
All three were casually not bothering with each other, until Ally noticed Herman out of the corner of her eye, and decided to approach the crab fanatic.
"Is he your familiar?" Ally guessed, tapping her chin with her open hand, as she looked down at the hermit crab, who crawled into his shell.
"Oh, Herman?" Colin made a loose gesture towards the terrarium, pointing roughly towards his crab, "He's my good friend!"
Ally smiled at that, leaning down to get closer, "Can I have a closer look - of course, if your friend would like that?" she asked.
Colin took a closer look at the crab, and shook his head no, "I think he's a little bit scared right now - it's a new place and all. But if you ask me later, I think I can get him at a better time."
Ally nodded, "Very well then, um…" she subtly requested for Colin's name.
"Colin," the crab fanatic replied, as he placed Herman's terrarium down - making sure it was securely in, before he realised something, "Wait, you never told me your name."
Ally's eyes lit up, as if she had been hoping for this, as she theatrically swept her cape aside, "I am the great mage, Ally!"
A smile crossed her face, as she reached into the underside of her cloak, pulling out a very nice shell, similar in shape to the one that Herman was wearing, "My mage's intuition tells me… that you'd like this."
Colin smiled at the theatrics, taking the shell with a smile on his face, "I think Herman would love this, I've been meaning to get him a few new shells for a while!"
Ally smirked at her success, dramatically unfolding her staff… which she accidentally sent flying straight into May's face, abruptly waking up the daydreamer as the staff fell to the floor beside May. Ally swifty looked away, trying to look innocent.
"Are we almost there…" the daydreamer yawned irritably, rubbing her head as she woke up.
"Um… no," Ally said, smiling awkwardly as Colin rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what to do.
"Well… I told the intern driving the coach to wake me up when we got there…" May recalled, tapping her chin with her hand, "So… I'm guessing one of you woke me up?"
Ally raised a finger, chuckling awkwardly as the mage lost all of her previous bravado, "Um… yes?"
May, now more awake than she was earlier, took a quick look around the coach, noticing the staff on the ground, and quickly pieced it together, "I… think you hit me with the staff… right?" she accurately guessed.
Ally shrugged awkwardly, having been caught off-guard with May's deduction, "Haha… you got me. My dexterity isn't the best, I'm afraid."
May just leant back in her chair, rubbing her head to try and alleviate the pain of getting a big stick sent flying towards it, "Okay," she said simply, resting her head against the back of the seat.
"Wait… you're not mad?" Colin spoke up, the crab fanatic checking up on Herman.
"No… I don't see why I should be…" May slowly spoke matter-of-factly, not wanting to continue the conversation, "It… was an accident, after all…"
Colin smiled, as Ally breathed an internal sigh of relief, "I am sorry," the mage apologised lowly, crouching down to grab her staff, "It appears I need to do some training, then."
The roleplayer struck a dramatic pose with her staff in her hand, "So that shall be my next quest!" she loudly declared, her cloak billowing in the wind… somehow.
Colin gave the mage an enthusiastic clap, though May was only slightly impressed, "Well… I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up… when we get there…"
The daydreamer gave out one more yawn, before closing her eyes and resting herself against the back of the seat.
"She… didn't even tell us her name," Colin noted, though his attention was bought back to his Herman, seeing that the crab was now scuttling around his little terrarium, "But Herman's out now, maybe he'll let you hold him."
Ally gave Colin a quick thumbs-up, walking back to the crab fanatic with a smile on her face, "Very well, then. Although, we should see what your companion thinks."
Colin nodded in agreement, opening up the terrarium and placing his hand inside, letting Herman scuttle onto it, before slowly turning towards Ally. The role-player opened her palms out, and Colin placed his next to hers, as Herman scuttled onto Ally's hands. The mage grinned, giggling as Herman crawled around for a few minutes, Colin watching the whole time.
"I think that's enough," Colin announced, "Let's get him back in, because I think he needs to rest now."
Ally nodded, gently placing Herman back into the terrarium, as Colin placed the lid back on.
"Well, I should make sure my items are prepared for the long journey ahead. Farewell, my crustacean-loving friend!" Ally called out, walking away from Colin to check her bags.
Similarly to the first two coaches, the third one also held three contestants. Celeste Diamond was the only girl on the coach, and was a 5'7 tall white girl with black hair, decorated with tiny stars, that both ran down to her back and covered one of her green eyes. She wore a purple shirt underneath a space-themed jacket, blue jeans, and black shoes. She was busy reading a book about astronomy, calmly flipping over the page as she read.
Sat in front of Celeste was the shortest male contestant, Dylan Underwood, who stood at 4'10 tall. The gremlin had white skin, a scrawny build, and messy black hair, and wore a white sweatshirt, grey pants and black shoes. Around his neck was a scarf with a starry theme on it, and the prankster was currently eyeing up both of the other two in the room.
The third person in this room was the tallest contestant overall, standing at 6'5. Victor Winfred was a very muscular white guy, with short black hair, and he wore a very simple outfit - a white shirt with the top few buttons undone, grey pants and black shoes, along with a pair of glasses over his grey eyes. The powerhouse was sat with his arms behind his head, waiting for the show to begin.
Dylan, seeing that it was too peaceful for his liking, began to make his move. The gremlin snuck up behind Celeste, and swiftly took her book from her hands, giggling like a madman as he did so. The astronomer's eyes widened in surprise as it was taken, and she walked around her seat to turn to the thief.
"Can I please have my book back?" Celeste asked patiently, making Dylan tap his cheek as he thought it over.
"Mmm… okay!" he shrugged, smiling pleasantly as he held the book out to the astronomer, who reached her arm out to take it back…
"Not!" Dylan suddenly shouted out, quickly darting his hand backwards, causing Celeste to stumble forward from the sudden movement. The astronomer caught herself, but she looked at Dylan with a displeased expression.
"Can we please not do this?" the astronomer requested, clutching her arm as Dylan laughed to himself at his first act of mayhem.
"Nyahaha! Nope!" Dylan cackled, as Celeste sighed, "This is mine now!"
Celeste shook her head in disappointment, sighing under her breath. Dylan's victory was short-lived, though, as Victor finally stood up, and the powerhouse speed-walked to where the pair were. Victor towered over Dylan, but the troublemaker didn't seem to care that much.
"What the hell is going on?" Victor demanded, crossing his arms as he looked at the scene before him.
"Celeste's trying to take my book away from me," Dylan lied, grinning and pointing at his scarf as if it helped his case.
Victor deadpanned at the gremlin's act, rolling his eyes in disbelief, "I heard everything, you know. That book's hers, so give it back," Victor clenched his fist.
"Why should I?" Dylan poked his tongue out of his mouth, "I mean, what're you gonna do, punch me?"
"Yes," Victor said flatly as he threw a punch at Dylan's face, which the troublemaker narrowly dodged, while Celeste watched on in shock.
Dylan let out a loud scream, and Celeste saw this as an opportunity to reason with the troublemaker, "Just give it back," she requested, "I don't see what you gain from this."
"Hmm… no," Dylan swiftly concluded, an evil grin filling the gremlin's face as he tried to get more of a reaction from the astronomer.
Dylan's grin quickly fell, though, as Victor picked the troublemaker up, and held him in mid-air with one hand, "Just give her the book back already!" he demanded, "It's not hard at all!"
Dylan pouted in annoyance, as Victor forcibly took the book from his clutches, before he dropped the little shit on the floor of the coach. The powerhouse gave the book back to Celeste as he looked down to the fallen Dylan.
"Thanks, I guess," Celeste thanked Victor, before she sat back in her seat, though she didn't go back to reading - instead, she kept an eye on the likely disaster that was Victor and Dylan.
The gremlin picked himself up… and then proceeded to immediately steal Victor's glasses, cackling as the powerhouse began to chase after him again. Swiftly, Dylan ran to the back of the coach, as Victor charged after hi.
Celeste sighed, pinching her forehead in mild frustration. The astronomer cautiously stepped out of her seat, as the fight between Dylan and Victor continued.
The gremlin had decided to crush Victor's glasses by stomping on them, but was stopped when the powerhouse tackled him, which sent the troublemaker onto the floor. The powerhouse simply leant down to floor and put them back on his face, pushing them on to keep them on.
"Well played," Victor said between clenched teeth, a small smirk on his face. The physical powerhouse then turned his back to Dylan, walking away from the disaster gremlin, who was busy lying head-first on the floor.
Celeste, on seeing Dylan on the floor, warily approached him in mild sympathy, "Are you okay?" she asked, as the prankster raised his head up.
Suddenly, Dylan sprung up, which shocked the astronomer, and the troublemaker immediately retreated back to his his part of the coach, not wanting to deal with Victor again for the time being. Celeste looked taken aback, and rubbed the back of her head as she walked back to her seat.
"I'll assume you are," Celeste noted, flicking through her book to go back to reading.
Meanwhile, Victor had decided to go back to idly sitting around, although he was still slightly visibly annoyed from the fight with Dylan. Speaking of Dylan, he had a smug grin on his face as he sat on his chair.
"Nyahaha… this'll be way too fun…" he ominously giggled, which would unnerve most other people, but Celeste and Victor were actively ignoring him.
The fourth coach's first passenger was a scrawny, pale, 5'7 tall girl who was frantically looking between the other passengers and the notepad in her hands. Rayna Skye wore a blue jacket over a red shirt, a blue skirt and red shoes. The shipper had black hair with red and blue highlights in a ponytail, and had a smirk on her face as she looked at two of the other passengers.
The first of Rayna's shipping targets was a muscular 5'11 tall white guy with brown hair in a small ponytail. Tyson Tysons wore an orange sports jersey with the number 12 printed on it, blue jeans, and orange sneakers. The athlete had a grin on his face while he laid back on his seat, and was happily talking to the person next to him.
They were Forrest Fenton, a 5'5 tall androgynous teen with light tan skin and brown hair in a ponytail. The archer had a fairly lithe build, and wore a green hoodie, brown pants and green shoes. They were mostly listening to Tyson, though they occasionally cut in with a few comments of their own.
Oh, wait, there was a fourth guy in there. Jack Johnson was a 5'9 white guy with unremarkable brown hair and a completely average build. The artist wore a red polo shirt, beige pants, and brown shoes, and was sketching in his notepad, watching the other three out of curiosity more than anything else.
"And then, I kicked the ball straight into the goal, and won the match!" Tyson finished off a story, as Forrest nodded in response, "Which is how I won my first football tournament! Brings me back, honestly."
"Cool, cool," Forrest replied casually, before a question popped up in their head, "How many tournaments have you won, anyways? I just wanna know."
"Um… a lot," Tyson admitted, rubbing the back of his head, "I didn't keep count, I just know that I've won a lot."
Forrest shrugged at the athlete's answer, not really bothered by the lack of a number, "Fine by me - it doesn't matter how much exactly."
Tyson gave the archer a thumbs up, and Forrest thought of another question to ask him, "Anything you're looking forward to in the competition?"
"I'm just happy to be here!" Tyson gave a big smile, and Forrest smirked at the answer.
"That's cool," the archer shrugged with their shoulders, as Rayna continued to scope out the athlete and archer.
"Okay… so, Tyson and Forrest is a firm maybe," Rayna jotted down, drawing a big circle around their names in her notebook, "And while Tyson is definitely hot, Forrest is a no for now. Sucks that there's nobody else around."
Jack rolled his eyes, "For once, I'm thankful that I'm forgotten about so easily," he snarked, sketching out what looked like Tyson in his sketchpad.
Rayna peered over, finally noticing the artist in her view, "Wait, there's another guy! Time to update the charts," she grinned, poking her tongue out and almost hitting the page with her pen before she realised something, "Hold up, he's so plain that I can't even think of a good dynamic for him."
"Let's see…" the shipper poked her head over the chair again, this time noticing the work–in-progress sketch of Tyson, "Ohoho, does he have a crush on Tyson? Gotta write that down…"
Jack inched forward in his chair, uncomfortable, "What the heck? Why would you think that? No, I'm just gonna be sketching everyone here, including you, eventually!" the artist exclaimed in a panic, covering his sketchpad with his arm to stop the shipper from seeing anything else.
Rayna's smirk grew, "Well… if you say so…" she said, changing the shipping chart in her notebook as she spoke to the annoyed artist.
"I hate it here already," Jack groaned, rubbing his head as Rayna kept peering over his head.
"Hey, what's your name, anyway?" Rayna asked, yet again peering her head over Jack's chair.
"I'm not telling you anything," Jack sighed in annoyance, raising his hand to block Rayna's field of vision. At this point, Tyson and Forrest finally acknowledged Rayna, the archer giving Rayna a wave while Tyson just kinda looked in her general direction with a smile on his face.
"Oh, hey, 'sup," Forrest called out to the shipper, who gave the pair a small smirk as she walked over to join them. Jack genuinely didn't care to talk to them, letting out a sigh in relief as Rayna left.
"Hello~" Rayna greeted, as the shipper set herself down on the floor next to the pair, moving closer to Tyson, who gave her a wave as she went closer.
Forrest laid back in their chair, "So, anything you wanna talk about?" the archer asked the shipper curiously.
Rayna saw the opportunity, and immediately jumped to it, "Either of you interested in getting a ship while you're here?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as the two thought over it.
"If I win, I could buy one," Tyson rubbed the back of his head, causing both Forrest and Rayna to facepalm at his stupidity, "Not sure why I'd want one, though."
"Not a boat-ship, a relation-ship," Rayna explained, "Though you might wanna get hid in the head with a boat, might knock some brain cells loose."
"Oh, well, if it happens, that's cool, but if it doesn't, that's also cool by me," Tyson answered, ignoring the sarcastic comment.
Forrest hid a small chuckle under their breath, as they answered the question as well, "Nah, not actively, anyway. If I find one, that's fine, but otherwise is fine as well, if you get what I mean."
Rayna just nodded, a small smirk growing on the shipper's face as she heard the pair's opinions, "That's all fine by me~"
The thirteen teens were quickly dropped off at the gates to the film lot, where both Blake and Sunny were stood, to welcome them into the film lot. The cast's bags were being taken out of the coaches by interns
The host did a quick head-count, making sure that all of them arrived safely, "Two, four, six, eight, twelve… we're missing one," he counted them up in pairs, forgetting about Jack, who rolled his eyes at being forgotten again.
"Uh, no, I think he's right there," Sunny pointed, noticing the artist as he stood right there, "So everyone's here, that's great!"
Blake blinked twice, before he noticed Jack standing right there, "Huh. I guess you're right. Now that we're all here, welcome to the film lot, where you'll be staying for the next few weeks. I think you all should know the deal by now, so let's cut right to the chase with a quick tour."
The host blew a whistle, and an intern drove in driving a tram, which the contestants and host duo quickly hopped into - Blake and Sunny in the front with the unnamed intern, while the contestants piled into the back.
The group of sixteen were then sent on a quick tour, passing by various sets, which ranged from a large gate with the words 'Triassic Park' written in bold red letters on the top, to a metallic chamber that was locked. As they drove past, Blake explained some things to the cast, "This time, you'll be split into two teams of six, which we'll decide when we reach our destination, got it?"
Most of the contestants nodded as they listened, but Celeste had a question, "Um, sorry, but there's thirteen of us. How are you going to split us into two teams of six?"
"Yeah, that doesn't seem fair!" Tyson called out from the back of the tram, accidentally hitting Jack in the back of the head as he did so, "Whoops… sorry dude."
"No problem…" the artist groaned under his breath.
"Don't worry, all of your questions will be answered when we get to our main destination," Blake answered vaguely, "But before then, we've got some places that we'll need to show you first."
The first place of interest was the mess hall, which… was currently on fire. An intern rushed in with a fire extinguisher in their hands, trying to take out the health hazard, as interns fled to safety.
"And this," Sunny explained with a half-smile on his face, "Is the mess hall…"
Kevin looked appalled, and the chef jumped out of the tram, which fortunately stopped, "What the hell happened here?" the chef demanded, clutching his head in a panic as one of the interns went to explain.
"Well… we were trying to make sandwiches," the intern explained, not looking the chef in the eye.
"H-how did you set the entire mess hall on fire while you were makin' SANDWICHES?" Kevin exclaimed in exasperated annoyance, "You don't even need any appliances for that!"
"Well, Carl wanted toast for his," the unnamed intern rubbed their arm awkwardly, "And then everything lit on fire."
Kevin just stared in open-mouthed shock, "What? How?"
"Don't ask me, the interns collectively can't cook even the simplest dishes," Blake rolled his eyes from the tram, "And get back in, we have a schedule to stick to."
"Alright, alright. But don' let them back in there, I'll be doing the cooking around here," Kevin told the host, as he hopped back into the tram himself.
"Noted," Blake said simply, as the tram left the messy mess hall and arrived at two trailers, which were both set up in a neat, forest-themed set, "Anyways, leaving that mess behind, these are the two trailers you guys will be sleeping in. On the left is the boys' trailer, on the right is the girls' trailer. Forrest… your sleeping situation will be dealt with later."
Forrest gave Blake a quick thumbs up, while some of the more strategic or intelligent players already had ideas of what Blake was implying.
Sunny quickly piped up, "And, by the way, we've already left anything you didn't take with you in the trailers, so don't worry about that."
Some of the contestants let out a sigh of relief at the news, as Blake continued the tour, passing by the trailers, "Anyway, one more thing before our stop…"
The tram arrived at the large stage, which was complete with stands for contestants to sit at, "The grand stage, where one unlucky loser will go home every episode!" Blake explained, before pulling out a golden statue of Sunny.
"Everyone else will get a Golden Sunny statue, while the loser gets… nothing!" Blake took a look at the statue, before frowning, "Though I'm the host, so it should've been me who got the statue…"
"Um, Blake, the guy behind our social media did a pre-season poll on who the more popular host was… I won," Sunny popped in again, "And then they based the statues on me!"
Blake let out an annoyed breath through his nose, but continued anyways, passing by a familiar make-up trailer.
Confessional - Sunny
The femboy host was leant back on the comfy chair, as he smiled innocently to the camera, "Also back… is the make-up trailer confessional! Feel free to vent, strategise, or anything else while you're in here!"
Confessional - Melinda
The mechanic took a quick look around the trailer, and turned her nose up at the make-up on the desk, "If this is my competition, then the money's all mine, no problem. Of course, I've just gotta hope they don't hold me back too much."
Confessional - Colin
The crab fanatic had placed Herman on the desk, and was sat down in the confessional, "Oh, this is my first confessional! Anyways, I'm just here for my good friend Herman, since I think he deserves some love, right? Even if I don't win, this'll be fun!"
The end destination turned out to be the starting line of a race-track, with thirteen karts sat behind it, each in a different colour.
"The starting line. For the first challenge, all thirteen of you will race around the film lot, following the track we've laid out to reach back here in time, based off of racing movies," Blake explained, as Sunny and an intern pulled up a large board holding a map of the film lot, with the track highlighted.
"For the first one to make it, we've got a special surprise for them," Blake explained, catching the interest of the cast while he pointed to the board, "And the unlucky individual in dead last… will be the first contestant to leave the competition."
"Anyways, you'll all be racing just one lap around the course, so everybody pick a kart and get ready to go when I blow this whistle," Blake finished the challenge explanation, holding a red whistle in his right hand.
The thirteen contestants all went onto the race track, with some of them taking longer than others to pick one, while others made up their minds easily.
Victor was one of the ones taking his time, trying to find a kart with just the right colour, "Yellow is too vibrant… grey is too dull… blue is too peaceful… aha!"
The powerhouse quickly jumped into a red kart, unknowingly pushing Jack out of it as he did so, "Red. Just the right colour for me. Good thing nobody was in here, or else I'd have to settle for something else."
Jack, from the floor beside Victor, groaned as he walked into the grey kart, which, fortunately for him, nobody else wanted to use.
Before long, everybody had a kart: Victor had red, Jack had grey, Rayna had pink, Celeste had purple, Dylan had black, Tyson had orange, Forrest had light green, Kevin had white, May had dark blue, Colin had light blue, Ally had brown, Riley had dark green and Melinda had yellow.
"Everybody ready? On your marks, get set… go!" Blake called out, blowing the whistle as all thirteen drove off to begin the race, Victor in the lead while May and Riley hadn't even started, as the helping hand had stepped out of her kart to look at the daydreamer, concerned that she was just asleep in the driver's seat.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" the helper called out, waving her hand in front of the daydreamer's face, as she tried to wake May up, to no avail.
"Maybe… this'll work?" she theorised, as she pulled an airhorn from her sweater, blowing it and suddenly waking up the sleeping genius.
"I'm up!" May shouted out in shock, before noticing Riley, raising an eyebrow at the helper.
"Um, well, you were fast asleep, and I thought it would be nice to wake you up before we go!" the helper explained, putting the airhorn back in her sweater, "So you don't fall behind more than we already have!"
May nodded, as she let out a sigh in mild annoyance, "Oh… crap… and thanks for waking me up," she said in mild panic, though she gave Riley a quick thumbs up as she started up the kart and got going, Riley quickly running back to hers as well, as the two tried to catch up.
Confessional - Riley
Riley sat in the confessional, with both of her hands on the desk and a smile on her face, "I'm here to help, always! If somebody needs any, it's my personal goal to be there for them."
"And one of my personal rules is to always be prepared!"
Confessional - May
The daydreamer was just asleep in the confessional, that's it.
Celeste, Ally and Tyson were all racing for second place, all going fairly strong, with the athlete taking the lead between the trio, going at a very fast pace. The role-player and astronomer were both driving at a slightly slower pace, though both were still accelerating fairly quickly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Celeste noticed a first turn popping up very quickly, and immediately began turning her kart in preparation. Ally, noticing Celeste, swiftly got the same idea and got ready to turn as well.
Tyson, on the other hand, was still going far too fast to turn, and didn't notice the turn in time, causing the jock to start driving head first into a haunted mansion set, as Celeste made a quick glance towards the hole he caused in sympathy, though she kept going on the track.
"Ouch… that'll hurt," the astronomer winced, as Ally also kept on driving past the new hole created by the athlete, and she sped up a bit to catch up with Celeste.
"Yes, but something tells me that he should be okay," Ally 'predicted' as she drove her kart up to Celeste's, causing the astronomer to raise an eyebrow at the role-player.
"What makes you think that?" Celeste asked curiously, not taking her eyes off of the road as she kept driving.
"Many things, naturally," Ally answered, taking one hand off of the wheel. The mage turned to face Celeste, "Of course, one of them is that he carries the aura of somebody… who can take a lot of pain."
Celeste winced a little bit, "That's a bit harsh, isn't it?"
Ally gave Celeste a small shrug, as she sped up a little bit more to overtake the astronomer and get to second place.
Behind them, others were coming up to the first turn, with some noticing Tyson's little mishap.
Forrest was the first to come up on it, and gave a small grin at the opening, "A shortcut? Don't mind if I do," the archer smirked, following Tyson through the mansion.
Colin was right behind them, and the crab fanatic took one look at the opening and shook his head, "Nope, I might lose Herman in there," he said, double-checking his satchel so that Herman's terrarium was still attached.
Jack simply rolled his eyes as he skipped the mansion 'shortcut', "No thanks," he snarked, following Colin on the main track.
Dylan, on the other hand, grinned like a madman as he went straight into the mansion, and Melinda also took the opportunity.
"Hah, too easy!" the mechanic cockily smirked, following Dylan into the 'shortcut.'
Kevin was next, and the chef was the third in a row to go into the mansion, "Hopefully this can give me a quick boost," the chef muttered to himself.
Rayna was the last one not trailing behind, and the matchmaker looked conflicted, but ultimately decided to stay on the main track, "I can ship the people in there later," the shipper shrugged to herself, as she followed Jack and Colin on the main road.
In the very back, both May and Riley decided to stay on the track, since the daydreamer deducted that it wasn't worth taking the risk and sticking to the main track, and the helper decided to tag along.
Confessional - Tyson
The athlete was covered in cuts and bruises, and had a weak smile on his face, "Next time, remember the brakes on these things," he chuckled weakly.
Confessional - Jack
The artist looked thoroughly annoyed as he looked towards the confessional camera, "If there's one thing that keeps happening to me, it's that I'm forgotten about constantly. I'm hoping that this show will change that, but I don't have my hopes very high."
Speaking of Jack, the artist was tied with Colin in the middle of the pack, with Rayna catching up to the two of them. Jack's face fell as he took a look back, though Colin just gave the shipper a quick wave as he heard her coming.
Rayna took a close look at the two, and the cogs quickly started moving in her head, as she moved closer to the pair, smirking lowly to herself.
As she got closer, Colin decided to start up a conversation, "Oh, hi there!" the crab fanatic introduced himself, "I'm Colin, and this is Herman!"
"Heya," Rayna smirked, looking between the crab fan and the artist, who was slowly but surely picking up speed to get away from her.
"Not dealing with her again," Jack muttered annoyedly, as he drove on further ahead to where Celeste and Ally were driving - although neither one noticed him.
Without Jack there, both Rayna and Colin started talking to each other - both of them driving at a leisurely pace since they weren't at the back of the pack.
"Soooo… anyone catch your interest?" Rayna asked, immediately getting into the important questions.
"Nope!" Colin admitted, "I mean, I did talk to Ally - she's the mage girl - and May - the really tired girl - but I've mostly been focusing on Herman here," the crab fanatic explained to Rayna.
Rayna nodded, before she got out her notepad, writing down all three names, before she decided to draw a line between Colin and Jack.
"Hey, would you mind speeding up a little?" the shipper asked the crab fan, as she wanted to see what would happen.
"Alright then," Colin shrugged, seeing no harm in it, as he sped up. Rayna slowed down a little, letting Colin catch up to Jack without her being there to interfere. The shipper grinned a little as the crab fan got closer, but quickly got her head back in the game as she noticed May and Riley get a little bit closer.
In the mansion set, Tyson was currently just screaming as he kept on breaking through the formerly well-prepared set, with Forrest following right at his tail. The archer winced as Tyson kept on destroying things, but they didn't really bother to help him out much.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Tyson screamed, as he drove straight through a wooden pop-up of Dracula, shattering the fake vampire into a ton of pieces.
The head went flying backwards, and hit Forrest in the face, causing the archer to let their hands off of the wheel as they scrambled in a mild panic. The archer managed to throw the wooden face back further, as they let out a short sigh in relief.
"That was a close one," they let out a long breath, before they began to catch up with the runaway athlete again, "But at least I can stick behind and watch… this mess… yeah, that's pretty bad. I should probably help him… but somebody's got to make a path through here."
Further back, Dylan grabbed the wooden head as it flew past, and decided to hold onto it, "Might as well keep this," the gremlin said to himself, as he saw Melinda catch up to him.
The mechanic sped up next to Dylan, and squinted to try and get a closer look at the wooden pop-up, "What the heck is that?" the mechanic demanded, as she drove right next to Dylan, narrowly avoiding more of the wreckage Tyson left in his wake.
"It's… a weapon," Dylan lied, as he put his feet on the wheel as he begin attempting to rip the flat head into two. Somehow, the gremlin could still drive the kart pretty well.
"Yeah, right," Melinda scoffed, rolling her eyes as she tried to get a closer look, but Dylan moved his hands away, "What are you really holding?"
Dylan's eyes lit up in a mischievous smirk, as he looked at his… 'handiwork', "You got me, that was a lie," Dylan then held up half of the wooden head, which had a particularly sharp edge, "Key word, was," the gremlin brandished it, as Melinda's face contorted into an irritated scowl.
"Are you kidding me?" the mechanic growled, as Dylan put his feet down from the wheel. The troublemaker still held the 'weapon' in his hand, while he drove the kart with the other one. He looked exceptionally pleased with himself at the mechanic's reaction, and he looked over his shoulder and noticed Kevin sneaking up on him from behind.
"Whoops!" he called out, as he 'accidentally' threw the sharp segment onto the floor. In the dark of the mansion set, the chef didn't see it at all.
"Alright, just gotta not get last," Kevin pepped himself up, "So maybe I can turn up the heat a little," as he said that, the chef increased his speed… and unfortunately for him, one of his tires got caught on Dylan's little trap. The tire popped, and the chef's kart broke down in the middle of the mansion set.
Confessional - Kevin
The chef looked like he was in mild distress, and clutched his head in panic, "What the heck just happened? Now how do I catch up?"
For Kevin, there was only one way to try and catch up… running. The chef began to sprint through the mansion set, but it was no use - both Melinda and Dylan's karts were much further ahead than him, and the distance only grew as they followed Tyson and Forrest.
In the front of the tracks, Victor was at the end of a particularly long set of twists and turns, the powerhouse looking thoroughly bored. He was approaching the other end of the haunted mansion set, and nobody was even close to him.
"Dang, looks like I'm first," he noted, looking behind him, "Where is everyone else, anyway?"
As if he had summoned him, Tyson came crashing out of the back end of the haunted mansion set, with Forrest right behind him.
"Woo!" Tyson cheered as he was finally free, though he winced in mild pain - since he did ram through many walls and corridors while he was in there.
"Now this just got interesting!" Victor perked up, grinning as he saw the pair take the lead in front of him.
Forrest noticed Victor, and the archer gave the powerhouse a small but notably smug smirk as they overtook him, causing the powerhouse's face to shift into one of intense determination.
"You're not getting ahead that easily!" Victor boasted, as the powerhouse sped himself up.
"If you say so," Forrest taunted, as the archer's smirk didn't leave their face. For some reason, they didn't choose to speed up, as Victor swiftly approached them. The powerhouse overtook the archer, but then noticed Tyson, who had figured out that he could slow down a little and was actually turning as he continued along part of the track.
Victor's speed continued to increase, as Tyson noticed him, "Oh, you're on!" the jock challenged, as the pair began a race for first.
Forrest was simply following behind the two muscular teens, watching intently while they stuck to a fairly fast pace, as they heard two more karts crash out from the mansion set - Melinda's and Dylan's.
Additionally, Jack, Celeste, Colin and Ally had all managed to make it to the archer's field of view, and the archer rolled their eyes playfully.
"Huh, guess everyone's all here," they mused, as they sped up a little, "Too bad I feel like keeping third place for myself."
While Forrest kept the crowd busy by just staying right in front of anybody trying to get in front of them, Victor and Tyson were battling it out for first place. The powerhouse and athlete were neck-and-neck, and neither of them wanted to give up.
"You're good," Victor complimented his rival, as he flashed a smirk towards the athlete.
"Thanks bro, you're pretty good as well!" Tyson returned with a thumbs-up, as the two kept on racing.
"I'm surprised you've lasted this long," Victor admitted, "Most people would've already given up when they face against me!"
Tyson just grinned, "Well, bro, I never give up!" the jock smirked, and Victor simply nodded, while the two kept on racing.
A short montage began, showing some of the interesting things that happened throughout the rest of the race:
Ally whipped her staff out in a small blaze of glory, however she accidentally knocked Jack in the back of his head.
Back in the mansion set, Kevin was running at his full speed when he was suddenly jump-scared by a wooden pop-up of Frankenstein's monster.
Melinda charged right past Colin and Celeste, but was stopped by Dylan, who threw the other half of the vampire head from earlier at her.
In the back of the still-with-their-karts crew, May fell asleep in hers, so Riley decided to blast out the airhorn again.
At the finishing line, Blake and Sunny were sat, waiting for someone to arrive.
"These guys have been taking a while… the race isn't too long, is it?" Blake asked an intern, who shook their head in confusion.
"I think they'll be here soon," Sunny optimistically commented, throwing his opinion towards the more experienced host, who rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, right," Blake scoffed, though he was soon proven wrong when Victor and Tyson began driving very quickly towards him. The host quickly grabbed two flags - one orange and one purple - and ran out to where the two were about to finish.
The two physical powerhouses were neck-and-neck, and it looked like either one could come out on top. In the end… Tyson managed to sneak out a slight win, and Blake waved the purple flag in his direction.
"Property Damage, Team A!" Blake called out, as Tyson managed to successfully stop his kart and get out.
Victor was, of course, right behind Tyson, and Blake raised the orange flag as he passed by, "Force of Nature, Team B!"
The two both split into two sides on the edge of the track, getting the rough idea of what to do as Forrest was the third contestant to make it across.
"Hawkeye, Team A!" Blake shouted, and Forrest jumped out of their kart onto the track. The archer quickly joined Tyson.
More people started finishing the track, with Ally and Celeste being the next two, "The 'Great Mage', Team B! The reasonable one, Team A!"
Celeste rolled her eyes, as Ally simply smirked as her title was called out, either ignoring or not noticing the heavy sarcasm laid on top.
Following those two were Colin and Dylan, "The crab-obsessed, Team B! Public enemy number one, Team A!"
"I'm not obsessed! Just very enthusiastic, that's all!" Colin defended himself, as he went to join his future team, while Dylan just eyed up his soon-to-be victims.
The last few to make the cut at that point were Jack, Rayna and Melinda, "Our resident sailor, Team B! Rough and tough mechanic, Team A!"
Confessional - Rayna
Rayna looked fairly annoyed in the confessional trailer, "Why are there barely any hot people here… I came here looking for some, you know, action," the shipper raised her eyebrows for a moment as a perverted grin came onto her face for a split second, "But there's only like… one, maybe two hot people, and they're both on the other team!"
"Guess I'll just ship everyone else… for the most part. Still gotta at least try, am I right?"
Jack gave a little cough, and Blake blinked, before calling him onto a team, "Oh, right, this guy, Team B!"
Back on the track, May and Riley had managed to make the final stretch, while Kevin was sprinting at his full speed to even have a chance to catch up.
"The eternally drowsy, Team A!" Blake called out, as May crossed the finish line, "And the resident doormat, Team B!"
Riley let out a relieved sigh as she finished, and she joined her new teammates on the mat. Kevin came hurtling forward, and let out a defeated sigh between his breaths at his loss.
"What… the 'ell… even 'appened…" the chef panted, as he realised that he was the last contestant to arrive. Sunny moved onto the track, and approached the chef.
"I'm sorry to say this," Sunny said with a small wink to the camera, "But you're out."
"Great… how am I getting eliminated? Limo?" Kevin guessed, as he looked up the pair of hosts. Blake suddenly came hurtling towards him.
"Wait a second!" the host blurted out, as he sprinted to intercept, "I've got an offer for you."
"Huh?" Kevin questioned. The chef gave Blake a confused look, as the host continued.
"As you already know, the interns here… can't cook. At all," Blake acknowledged, his face going to a small scowl as he remembered the fire, "And so, we really need someone who can cook without setting things ablaze. So, I'm offering you a paid internship for the rest of the season, just so we actually get something edible. Whaddya say?"
Kevin scratched his chin, as he thought it through, eventually coming to a conclusion, "Y'know what… I'll take it. Beats me just waitin' around at a resort, I guess."
Blake grinned, and the host let out a short sigh of relief, "That's great. Just move aside, we've still got more stuff to do here."
Shrugging, the chef walked off towards the mess hall. Blake turned to the remaining cast members, and cleared his throat.
"Anyways, now that I've dealt with that, let's name the two teams!" Blake exclaimed, as Sunny brought out two banners in the team colours.
With a smile on his face, the femboy turned to the six on the purple mat, "Okay, so Celeste, Dylan, Forrest, May, Melinda and Tyson, you six are… the Violet Vultures!"
As he spoke, the femboy threw out a banner to Forrest, which featured a head of a vulture over a violet background. Tyson let out a cheer as his team was called out, but the rest didn't really react too much.
Now holding an orange banner, Sunny turned to face the other six, "Alrighty then… Ally, Colin, Jack, Rayna, Riley and Victor you six are… the Scarlet Serpents!"
Much like he did to the Vultures, Sunny threw a banner towards them, with Riley being the one to catch it. The helper unfurled it, revealing the head of a snake over a scarlet background, and she grinned.
Blake then took center stage, and the main host gave the two new teams a quick look over, "Before we end the episode, I just have one thing to say to the Vultures."
The Vultures exchanged nervous glances, with Tyson in particular looking guilty, "You see, originally, you guys were going to get an advantage in the next challenge, which would've been a horror one. But, somebody-" Tyson let out a nervous gulp when he was called out, "-Broke into it. Not to mention, everybody who went through the mansion, save for the guy who just got eliminated, is also on this team. So, expect a little disadvantage next time, since we need to make up something, quick."
Melinda in particular glared at Tyson, and Celeste shook her head in slight disappointment, but otherwise, the team didn't seem that annoyed at getting a disadvantage - admittedly, it wasn't easy to tell if May had even heard the news.
Blake then turned away from the cast, "Anyways, feel free to relax until then, although I'd recommend trying to get some rest. Forrest, because Kevin just got eliminated, you'll be sleeping in the guy's trailer."
Confessional - Forrest
The archer had a small grin on their face, while they looked around the make-up trailer, "A disadvantage could be fun, I think. And even if we can't beat it, I'm not the one they need to blame for it."
Inside the girls' trailer, there was a small desk and three bunk beds. The six girls were currently figuring out who would bunk with who - actually, just five of them, since May immediately collapsed onto the nearest bed.
Celeste was trying to be rational about it, as the astronomer turned to the other four, "Okay, does anybody have anyone they want to bunk with?"
Melinda simply rolled her eyes, and the mechanic threw her bags onto the bunk above May's, "Does it even matter? I'll just take the one above sleeping beauty over here."
"I was just checking," Celeste defended herself lightly, before she turned back to Rayna, Riley and Ally.
"Well…" Rayna suggested, as the shipper scratched her chin, "Why don't I go with you… and Riley and Ally can sleep together?"
"That's fine with me… though please rephrase that next time…" Celeste smiled, as Rayna let out a little smirk, "But, let's just check if Riley and Ally are fine with that."
Ally tapped her staff against her head, as she quickly came to a conclusion, "Well, I don't mind," the mage replied simply, "Naturally, our parties should interact more during the days, correct?"
Riley nodded at Ally's statement, "I don't mind!" the helper called out, "And she's right, anyways!"
Nodding at their reasoning, Celeste set her stuff down on the nearest top bunk, "Fine by me, then."
Meanwhile, in the guys' trailer, the five of them - and Forrest - were also busy sorting out who bunked with who.
Victor immediately had someone in mind, "Tyson, let's go together!" he called out to the jock, who gave the powerhouse a quick thumbs up.
"Sure thing, dude!" the athlete called out, as he threw his bags onto the bottom bunk. Forrest turned towards Dylan, and gave the prankster a small smirk.
"You know what, why don't we bunk together?" the archer offered to the prankster, "I think that could be fun, right?"
Dylan just shrugged, though he quickly climbed the ladder to the top bunk, "Sure, why not! You don't seem boring like that artist guy!"
From the corner of the room, Jack sighed out in defeat, "Why have the only people who've remembered me been an annoying matchmaker and this chaotic nuisance…"
"Thanks!" Dylan shouted out with a grin on his face, while Jack rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, Colin set Herman down on the bottom bunk, before he climbed up to the top, "I'm surprised that they let me just have this bunk all for myself, but Herman gets one, so I'm not complaining!"
Jack just groaned in annoyance, as he moved Herman onto the desk, "See what I mean…" the artist mumble, moving onto the bedsheets.
Later on, in the middle of the night, Victor was slightly awake, and was mumbling under his breath, "Tyson… I'm gonna take you to the finale… mark my words…"
Blake smirked, as the host stood right outside of the two trailers, ready to sign off the episode - Sunny, of course, was standing by his side.
"And there you have it. One down, and twelve to go. Who will be the next one to go home? What is Victor planning? Will Kevin successfully fire-proof the mess hall?" as if fate heard Blake cry out, a toaster came flying out of nowhere right next to him, while Kevin could be heard angrily ranting towards one of the interns.
"And will anybody remember who Jack is?" Blake finished off the questions, but Sunny cut in.
"Find out next time, on Total! Drama! Stardom!" the femboy finished off… but Blake let out an annoyed huff.
"That was my job," the host complained, causing Sunny to rub the back of his head bashfully as the episode ended.
Author's Note: And here I am, starting another fic haha. But really, I wasn't pleased with Kadachi Island - I felt like many of the OCs in that fic needed a lot more time in the oven before I used them in something, so I thought up this and immediately preferred it. But anyways, here's the teams, elimination order and cast list:
Scarlet Serpents: Ally, Colin, Jack, Rayna, Riley, Victor
Violet Vultures: Celeste, Dylan, Forrest, May, Melinda, Tyson
Hosts:
Blake Byrne - The Other Host
Sunny Daye - The Femboy YouTuber
Contestants:
1: Ally Starr - The Mage Role-player
2: Celeste Diamond - The Calm Astronomer
3: Colin Turner - The Crab Fanatic
4: Dylan Underwood - The Master of Disaster
5: Forrest Fenton - The Laid-back Archer
6: Jack Johnson - The Forgettable Artist
7: Kevin O'Reilly - The Professional Chef (now intern)
8: May Summers - The Daydreamer Genius
9: Melinda Ridley - The Stubborn Mechanic
10: Rayna Skye - The Sarcastic Shipper
11: Riley Flores - The Helping Hand
12: Tyson Tysons - The Star Athlete
13: Victor Winfred - The Unstoppable Force
Elimination Order:
13th: Kevin (now intern)