A woman's heels could be heard clicking off the floor, as she walked into a hotel with a mean glare in her eyes. It had taken enough badgering to persuade the hotel bouncer that she wasn't just some lowlife hooker, swearing she was an A-List celebrity. But even when she was quizzed by the staff member on what he had seen her on, Celebrity ManHunt wasn't exactly the biggest accomplishment to write home about.

She hit the button on the elevator with an annoyed expression, examining the card she had in her clutch. "Do you want to be a star?" it read obnoxiously as she rolled her eyes. Blaineley O'Hallaran was nothing short of a star, but through a pandemic and what she feared was underexposure, she was desperate for a second shot into stardom to rightfully reclaim her place as an A-list celebrity.

Blainely stepped onto the elevator, scanning through the buttons and ultimately finding the floor she was looking for. She absent-mindedly looked around at the mind-numbingly boring posters littered across the wall and checked herself out in the mirror.

"Hold the elevator!" A masculine voice called out, calling Blaineley back to earth. As she debated on whether it would even be worth letting the man in, she ultimately decided to press the open door button, hoping that her flirtatious aura would at least earn her a free dinner.

The man in question was another celebrity who had had his fair share of time in slums, coping with the fall from fame. Unlike Blaineley, he had at least earned a full-time hosting gig in what, some would say, an absolute flop of a reality show it was obvious he wasn't going to get renewed for a second season.

"Thanks… Hey wait a minute, do I know you?" The man, Don Burgun, asked the other host.

"Of course you know who I am. From television obviously." Blaineley laughed, allowing the man she did not recognise to butter her up. She tossed her hair behind her shoulder and winked at him, to which Don responded with a recoil.

"Right…" He muttered, pulling out a card of his own from his jeans pocket. He read it silently to himself, thinking about the possible career opportunities that this card could present. He hoped that some producer would finally recognise his greatness, and pick up the great idea that was the Ridonculous Race for even one season. Noticing the button for the floor he wished to go to was already selected,

Blaineley, a bit miffed from the lack of reaction from the man, rolled her eyes. She focussed her eyes on his appearance, checking if he was even in her league before her eyes caught wind of a certain card in her hand.

"Wait a second, that card? You have one too?" She accused aggressively, causing Don to jump back a small bit at the confrontation.

"Yes, wait, what do you mean too?"

Blainely sighed, presenting her own card. Don flashed her a grimace, not expecting whatever this was to be a two-person job, but as the elevator approached its final destination, they knew that whatever was beyond the door would be an experience.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Blaineley and Don, my good friends," An omnipotent voice rang out, concealed by shadows at the desk as the two hosts stepped out of the elevator.

"Cut the shit McClean, we know it's you." Blainely hollered out, as the lights thundered back on, revealing a pouting Chris at the desk.

"Well cut me some slack from trying to add some spice and drama to this meeting," the hostess with the 'mostess' defended, standing up from his position and moving closer to the two hosts.

"Do you want to explain what's going on Chris?" Don asked nervously, looking around his surroundings to admire the office.

While not extravagantly decorated, pictures of Chris were hung around in between marble pillars adorning the walls. A red carpet cushioned the soles of his feet, and a hard oak desk standing before a grand wall made entirely out of glass stood at the head of the room. Decorated with a plaque that read, Chris McClean, a laptop and a coffee mug, it was clear that there was no fall present with this reality TV host from what a first glance would perceive. Yet Don knew that Chris had suffered the same treatment that the other two had had, with Great-Minton not being that big of a success.

"I have some good news for you two. You will both be the hosts of Total! Drama! Stardom!" McClean exclaimed, nearly shattering the eardrums of Blaineley with his outburst.

"McClean. This isn't funny. Do you want to tell us what's really going on?" Blaineley accused, narrowing her eyes at the man.

"Baby, why the frown? I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime," Chris rebutted, with Don raising an eyebrow in response.

"If this is the opportunity of a lifetime, why aren't you the one who's taking it?"

"My God, do I need to explain everything from scratch? I'm giving all three of us one free ticket right back into the spotlight. My producers got in contact with me, saying that reality TV is missing a certain je ne sais quoi. Fans have been asking for seasons with more drama, more flair, more pizazz and more reliability. Thus, the creation of Total Drama. They managed to get two new seasons to get the green light, and of course, there is only one of me.."

"What's the catch? What's in it for us?" Blaineley asked, wary of jumping to this idea. As far as she was concerned, this could be some big blowout or even a cruel prank for whatever show Chris was airing. She could picture it straight away, 'Washed-up celebs have their dreams crushed'.

"Other than the paycheck? A second chance in the starlight. Face it, you two haven't had a break in your careers in almost a decade, and this is a chance for all three of us to rise back to fame," Chris expanded, feeling pity as he knew the same failure after certain projects that didn't exactly get the reception they deserved..

"Okay, but co-host? With this dunce? You have got to be joking me," Blaineley continued, still reluctant as Don winced at the jab.

"Think of it less as co-hosting, and more of a competition. You'll both be working together, but taking charge of two separate teams, and let's be real. We all know how big of a shit-stirrer you are Blaineley O'Hallaran," Chris argued back, causing the woman to give a soft smile. "Besides, I'm sure you'd rather host a production of stars and songs, then be stuck on an a volcanic island like I'm going to be."

"I'm in. Don?"

"It beats recording more audition tapes."

"I like the way you both think," Chris smiled, before hitting send on the email he had composed on his laptop. "Trust me, we will all be actual A-List celebrities by the time this is over."


This is my second attempt at writing an SYOC, but I have been wanting to try again at one for quite a while now. I am more than ready to take on this role, as I have matured and grown a lot as a writer throughout my life.

So yes, I am looking for twelve to fourteen of YOUR characters to take part in this fic. It'll be a performance-based challenge, with singing, songwriting, dancing, and acting as some of the key aspects that will be explored in this fic. I am looking for quality over quantity in these applications, but the two do go hand in hand, so the most applications I will accept per creator is three, and the most characters I'll accept from one creator is two. Applications will be open til Valentine's Day, but at the end of January, there will be an update with half the cast and information on what type of characters I am lacking.

The application, as well as the rules, will be on my profile, but as you're reading through it, there may be one question you are confused about.

That's all for now though, and this is Space signing off.