"Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario! I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest reality show on television right now!"
With a swagger in his step, Chris strolled down the weathered pier, the camera trailing his every move. "Here's the deal. Twenty-four campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp, they'll compete in challenges against each other then have to face the judgement of their fellow campers."
"Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the loser boat," Chris chuckled, as an image of said boat plummeted into view. "And leave Total Drama Island for good. Their fate will be decided here at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week all but one camper will receive one marshmallow." Chris couldn't resist the allure of a gooey marshmallow himself, skewering one onto a stick, indulging in a momentary treat, and then tossing the stick aside.
"In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food...and each other. Every moment will be caught on of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here, right now on Total...Drama...Island!"
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"Welcome back to Total Drama Island. All right, it's time to meet our first 11 campers, we told them they'd all be staying at this five-star resort so, if they seemed a little T. , that's probaly why."
The excitement grew as the first boat smoothly approached the pier. Out jumped a super energetic girl with brown hair and black eyes. She sported a pair of cool blue-tinted glasses, a snazzy green shirt, pink pants, and some sunny light yellow shoes.
Chris grinned. "Beth, what's up?"
Beth sprinted down the pier and enveloped Chris in a bear hug. "It's so incredulous to meet you. Wow, you're much shorter in real life." She released him, leaving Chris to discreetly dust himself off while Beth waved with unbridled enthusiasm at the camera.
Chris mustered a polite response. "Uh, thanks."
When the second boat rolled in, a dude hopped off, effortlessly juggling two duffel bags like they were feathers. He's an young man with brown hair, a brown beard, cool black eyes, and a rich dark complexion. His apparel was an olive-white shirt with a snazzy dark orange 'D' on it, paired with some chill dark green shorts and comfy olive sandals.
"DJ." Chris exclaimed with an odd enthusiasm.
"Yo, Chris McLean, how's it going?" DJ set his bags down for a quick celebratory high-five. "Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?"
"Yo, dawg, this is it, Camp Wawanakwa."
DJ hoisted his luggage and began the journey down the pier towards Beth. "Hmph, looked a lot different on the application form."
Right when the third boat was cruising in, a Goth chick stepped off, clutching her baggage with an air of disdain. She's got fair skin, turquoise hair, and lips that match her whole vibe. She wears a black dress with green sleeves, showing off her midriff and some cleavage action, along with a black and turquoise skirt, gray tights, and some knee-high black boots to complete the look.
"Hey, Gwen." Chris greeted.
"You mean we're staying here?" Gwen's skepticism hung thick in the air.
Chris shrugged. "No, you're staying here, my crib is an airstream with AC that-a-way."
"I did not sign up for this."
"Actually, you did." Chris holds up a copy of her contract.
Gwen ripped her contract to shreds and flashed a sly smile.
Chris blinks. "The great thing about lawyers is they make lots of copies."
Her rebellion continued. "I am not staying here."
"Cool, I hope you can swim though," Chris countered with a sly grin. "Because your ride just left."
Gwen stares at her retreating boat and could only mutter a parting shot. "Jerk."
The next boat cruised in, cranking out some wild party tunes from its speakers. Out jumps this dude, totally feeling the music, doing some fancy moves as he hops off the boat. He even gave the boat a cheeky finger-gun farewell before swinging his attention over to Chris.
This guy's got blonde hair, a visible six-pack, and eyes as blue as the ocean. His outfit's got some style in the form of a cowboy hat, a bright pink sleeve shirt, cool blue shorts, and a pair of laid-back blue sandals to tie it all together. "Chris McLean! Sup, man! It's an honor to meet you, man!" The two share a fist pump.
"The Geoff-Ster, welcome to the island, man." Chris announced with a grin.
"Thanks, man." Geoff replied with infectious enthusiasm.
Gwen couldn't help but roll her eyes and sneer. "They say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke."
Chris then seized the spotlight and introduced the next contestant. "Everybody, this is Lindsay" The camera zoomed in on a dazzling, blonde-haired vision of beauty. "Not too shabby."
"Hiiii! Okay, you look so familiar." Lindsay chimed in.
"I'm Chris McLean" Chris stated.
Lindsay furrowed her brows, puzzled.
"The host of the show." He explains.
Lindsay's eyes lit up with realization. "Oh, so that's where I know you from."
Chris managed a half-smile. "Uh, yeah."
As the next boat approached, Heather made her entrance in signature style, donning sunglasses and a look of pure self-assuredness. Her keen eyes scanned the contestants with laser precision.
"Heather." Chris greeted with a nod, ushering her into the mix.
Beth, eager to break the ice, dashed toward Heather. "Hi, looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks." In her enthusiasm, she inadvertently sprayed a bit of saliva, a consequence of her braces. Heather's expression instantly turned to disgust.
As the next boat approached, it shattered the tranquil waters with an eruption of heavy rock music, courtesy of a small, defiant speaker. A rebellious punk boy, leaning casually with one foot on top of the other, sported a perpetual scowl that screamed attitude.
Duncan made his dramatic exit from the boat, clutching his bag, only to be met by the ever-smirking Chris. "Duncan, dude."
"I don't like surprises," Duncan replied tersely.
Chris chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that, man. He also told me to give him a holler anytime and have you return to juvie."
Duncan wrinkled his nose in frustration. "Okay, then." As he walked past Heather, their eyes locked for a brief moment. "Meet you at the campfire, gorgeous."
Heather's response was swift and cutting. "Drop dead, you skeeze!" She growled before striding toward the edge of the pier, away from the others. "I'm calling my parents; you cannot make me stay here."
Meanwhile, the next contestant attempted a flashy water ski entrance, waving enthusiastically to the crowd. However, his overzealous greeting sent him tumbling on the water's surface, performing an unintentional aquatic acrobatics routine before crash-landing onto the gathered baggage.
The contestants winced.
With a hearty laugh, Chris announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!"
A single suitcase flies into the air, and lands on the water, splashing heather and completely drenching her. "Uhh, my shoes!" Heather growls.
"Wicked wipeout, man!" Chris yells.
From within the pile of suitcases, Tyler thrusts his hand out, and gives a thumbs up. DJ and Geoff spare a glance at eachother, before also giving a thumbs up and smile. Gwen rolls her eyes. Heather walks back to group with water dripping down, and Beth waves at her.
Chris chuckles at the scene before hearing a deep sigh from a tall man who has red hair and black eyes. He wears a glasses, blue shirt with hamburger over a pink long-sleeve shirt, green pants and light yellow-blue-green shoes.
"Welcome to camp, Harold," Chris greets with a warm smile.
Harold doesn't immediately respond, instead choosing to soak in his new surroundings, absorbing every detail.
"What's he looking at?" Beth wonders aloud, curiosity piqued.
Harold finally breaks his silence with a question that's been on his mind. "So, you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?"
Chris, unfazed by Harold's bluntness, responds with a playful finger gun. "You got it."
Harold can't contain his excitement, throwing a triumphant fist pump into the air. "Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills."
Chris shudders.
The next camper rolls in, a laid-back young man with black hair, green eyes, and a light complexion. He's keeping it simple in a light green shirt, featuring some artsy black paint handprint action. Down below, he's got on black pants and comfy light green-olive shoes. Plus, he's lugging a hefty backpack and toting a guitar case, all set for the adventure ahead.
Chris takes the spotlight to introduce the next contestant. "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for contestant number nine, Trent!"
Trent extends a friendly hand to Chris. "Hey, good to meet you, man. I saw you on that figure skating show, nice work, man." He beckons Chris for a two-step fist bump, to which the host gladly obliges with a grin.
"Hey, thanks, man. I knew I rocked that show!" Chris replies with a touch of pride.
Beth chimes in, her smile fading a bit. "I saw that. One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. They got immunity that week."
"Lucky," Harold quips. "I hope I get dropped on my head."
Lindsay giggles and joins in. "Me too!"
Trent takes a moment to survey the group. "So, this is it?"
Heather, clearly displeased and wringing the water out of her hair, and Harold, diligently picking his nose, are the most noticeable among the campers.
Trent grimaces and mutters, "All right then."
Trent takes a step toward the group, positioning himself between Gwen and Harold, who continues with his peculiar activity. Trent smiles at Gwen, prompting her to momentarily look away, but once he averts his gaze, Gwen smiles back at him.
The next boat cruises in, and off it hops a cool chick with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She's got a fairly light complexion and hazel eyes. Her outfit's got that comfy beach vibe, a blue hoodie paired with navy-blue jean shorts and some brown sandals. She's even got a surfboard in one hand and with a bag in the other. She casually strolls over to Chris, drops her bag, and leans on her board.
"Hey, what's up?" Bridgette greets the group with a friendly smile.
"Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here," Chris introduces her.
Duncan scoffs. "Nice board. This ain't Malibu, honey."
Bridgette looks a bit disappointed. "I thought we were going to be on the beach."
Chris reassures her. "We are."
The scene cuts to a seagull struggling with plastic around its neck on the shore, soon to be washed away by the waves.
Bridgette sighs in response. "Great."
Chris attempts to continue, but Bridgette accidentally knocks his head with her surfboard.
"Ow! Darn it, that hurts!" Chris exclaims, clutching his head.
Undeterred, Bridgette greets the boys who have gathered around. "Hey guys."
Geoff introduces himself. "Hey, I'm Geoff," And shifts to the other side.
Bridgette turns to look at him and her board almost collides with the other boys, who quickly duck down to avoid getting hit.
"What's up?" Bridgette greets Geoff.
Harold can't help but exclaim. "Dang, watch the board, man!"
Beth rushes to join the group of boys, eager to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Beth."
Bridgette once again turns, narrowly avoiding contact with the boys who scramble to avoid getting hit. "Hey."
Heather, growing impatient, expresses her annoyance. "Okay, we've met Surfer Girl. Can we get on with the show, please?"
Duncan teases her. "Someone missed their cappuccino macchiato this morning."
Clearly unamused, Heather retorts, "Get bent."
The next boat rolls up and drops off a scrawny man with dark brown hair and matching dark brown eyes. His outfit's got a red vest thrown over a blue and white long-sleeve shirt, paired with some snazzy green shorts. He's rockin' white socks and cool green shoes to complete the look.
Chris winces as he holds his head, the pain quickly fading away. "Our next camper is Noah."
Noah strolls past Chris, immediately diving into a pressing matter. "You got my memo about my life-threatening allergies?"
Chris shrugs, seemingly unfazed. "Sure, someone did."
Noah probes further. "Good, is this where we're staying?"
Duncan cracks his fists. "No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party."
Noah's tone was sarcastic. "Cute. Nice piercings. Original. Do them yourself?"
Duncan seizes Noah's lips with one hand while brandishing a needle in the other. "Yeah, you want one?"
Noah's expression speaks volumes, he's not enthused. "Uh, no thanks. Can I have my lips back?"
Duncan obliges, releasing Noah's lips.
Noah can't resist a final sarcastic remark. "Thanks."
As the next boat slides into view, it reveals a striking young woman. Her dark complexion radiates beauty, and she enthusiastically waves at the group. Her black hair is fashionably tied up in a ponytail, adorned with snazzy earrings, and her lively dark brown eyes seem to sparkle with energy. She's dressed casually in a cool light yellow T-shirt adorned with kumquats, perfectly paired with laid-back blue jean shorts. Her feet are comfortably clad in dark brown sandals. "What's up, y'all, Leshawna's in the house."
Harold gasps in awe as he lays eyes on her.
"Yo, baby, hey, how you doin'? How's it going?" She high fives Chris as she passes him. "Feel free to quit now, save yourself the trouble 'cause I came to win! Oh, what's up, my brother?" She and DJ exchange a high-five as she notices him. "Give me some sugar, baby!"
Harold pops up from behind her, clearly starstruck. "I've never seen a girl like you in real life before."
"Excuse me?" Leshawna turns to him with a raised eyebrow.
"You're real big... and loud," Harold stammers, attempting to demonstrate her size with his arms.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? OH NO, YOU DIDN'T!" Leshawna bellows, her voice filling the air.
Gwen and Trent exchange shocked glances.
"YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ANYTHING YET!" Leshawna lunges forward, ready to confront Harold, who prepares to defend himself with some karate skills. Bridgette and DJ quickly intervene, holding Leshawna back. "I'LL SHOW YOU BIG, BABY!"
Karate sounds fill the air as Harold attempts to fend her off.
"OH YEAH, YOU WANT SOME OF THIS? WELL, COME ON THEN!" Leshawna roars.
Chris intervenes to restore order. "All right, campers, settle down!" Surprisingly, tensions dissipate as Leshawna straightens her shirt, and she and Harold lock eyes, leading to a shy smile from him.
The next boat gracefully docks, and from it emerge two girls who look like they've just stepped out of a fashion catalog. They've fully embraced the matching outfit trend, sporting striped black and white crop tops, pink short shorts, and confidently strutting around in heels. To top off their coordinated look, they sport twin pigtails held together by pink beads and a slick coat of pink lipstick. The only noticeable difference between the two is that one boasts a sun-kissed tan and stands tall, while the other is on the paler side and a bit shorter.
"Ladies, Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks," Chris greets them with a warm smile.
"Oh my gosh, Sadie, look, it's a summer camp!" Katie points with uncontainable enthusiasm.
Sadie's eyes light up, her excitement palpable. "Okay, I've always wanted to go to a summer camp. Eeeeeee!" The girls eagerly grab their bags and dash off with infectious happiness.
Chris watches them go, an uncertain look on his face, as if he's not quite sure what to make of the whirlwind of enthusiasm that just blew in.
As the next boat makes its exit, it reveals a young man who looks like he's straight out of the rugged farm life. He sports a well-worn blue beanie that has seen its fair share of action, and his jacket is a faded, earthy green, covered in a bit of dirt, telling stories of hard work. His jeans, definitely on the ragged side, bear the marks of countless chores, and his trusty brown boots seem like they've trudged through more than a few muddy fields.
"Ezekiel! What's up, man!" Chris greets him with a friendly smile.
Ezekiel points up to the sky, his eyes fixated on something above. "I think I see a bird."
Trent can't help but laugh at Ezekiel's simple observation.
Chris places a reassuring hand on Ezekiel's shoulder. "Okay, look, dude, I know you don't get out much, been homeschooled your whole life and raised by freaky prairie people. Just don't say much and try not to get kicked off too early, okay?"
Ezekiel stumbles past him, trying to absorb the advice. "Yes, sir."
Gwen, shaking her head in disbelief, can't help but comment. "That's just… wow." The contrast between Ezekiel's rustic demeanor and the rest of the group is striking.
Stepping off the boat, a short and youthful guy makes his entrance. He's keeping it casual with some blueish jeans paired up with a bright yellow shirt, and underneath, he's got a crisp white one peeking out. To complete the look, he's sporting some dark green shoes. His curvy brown hair frames his face, and his striking blue eyes are just the icing on the cake.
"Cody, the Code-ster, the Code-Meister!" Chris enthusiastically finger guns him, and Cody happily reciprocates before the two share a high-five.
"Dude, psyched to be here, man." Cody confidently walks over to join the other campers. "I see the ladies have already arrived, all right." He takes in the sight of Leshawna, Lindsay, and Bridgette.
He manages to stroll past them, but then doubles back to say something.
Leshawna playfully puts a finger to his face. "Save it, short stuff." Cody grins and acknowledges the dismissal.
The next camper makes quite an entrance, stomping off the boat with a serious glare. She's got black hair and sharp hazel eyes that practically shoot sparks. Her outfit follows a cool blue theme, featuring a trusty blue tank top paired with matching blue shorts. She even rocks some bold white socks with blue stripes and sturdy black shoes.
"Eva. Nice, glad you could make it." Chris greets, but Eva doesn't respond to him.
Cody tries to high five Eva, but Eva's bag drops on Cody's foot.
Cody yelps. "Ow, what's in there, dumbbells?"
"Yes," she says curtly.
Duncan turns to DJ with a sly grin. "She's all yours, man."
The next camper makes his presence known with an excited yell.
"Wooooooooooohooooooooooooo! Chris! What's happenin'?!" He laughs heartily. "This is awesome! Woooooohoooo!"
"Owen! Welcome!" Chris greets, taking in the sight of the large, exuberant guy.
Owen gives Chris an enthusiastic bear hug, nearly squeezing the air out of him. "Awesome to be here, man! Man, this is so…"
Gwen can't help but smile. "Awesome?"
"Yes! Awesome, woohoo! Are you going to be on my team?" Owen grins at Gwen.
"I sure hope so," Gwen says with a hint of sarcasm.
"Woooooooo!" Owen lets out another cheer, his enthusiasm infectious.
Chris, on the other hand, is not quite as thrilled. "You about finished?"
"Sorry, dude, I'm just so psyched!" Owen says with genuine excitement.
"Cool, and here comes Courtney." Chris announces with a casual point towards the next boat. From the helm, a young woman offers a small wave, setting the tone for her arrival. Courtney's got this striking combo, brown hair, deep black eyes, and that sun-kissed olive skin tone that's pretty enviable.
As for her outfit, she's got a sleek white shirt paired with a laid-back grey blouse. On the bottom, she's wearing some stylish green capri pants, and to complete the look, she's strutted in wearing wedge sandals.
Courtney arrives, and Chris extends a hand to help her off the boat.
"Thank you." Courtney graciously accepts his hand and then proceeds to greet the other contestants with a friendly wave. "Hi, you must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all."
Owen reaches out and shakes Courtney's hand enthusiastically. "How's it going? I'm Owen."
"Nice to meet you, O-hhhh…Wow." Courtney's words trail off as her attention is suddenly captivated by the arrival of the next contestant.
At the helm of the boat stands a supermodel of incredible beauty, a person so handsome that they have the power to make everyone, whether they are male or female, stop dead in their tracks at the mere sight of them.
Justin smiles charmingly at the campers, and his arrival has an immediate impact on some of the female contestants. Sadie faints, Eva swoons, and Katie bites her lip.
"Everyone, this is Justin. Welcome to Total Drama Island," Chris announces, and he and Justin share a fist pump.
"Thanks, Chris, this is great," Justin replies with a confident smile.
Chris can't help but add a humorous note. "Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on looks."
Justin shrugs casually. "I can deal with that."
Owen points at Justin's pants. "I like your pants."
Justin graciously acknowledges the compliment as he walks past Owen. "Thanks, man."
Owen, however, can't help but overanalyze it. "'Cause they look like they're all worn out. Did you buy them like that?"
Justin chuckles, playing along, "Uh, no, just had them for a while."
Owen smacks his forehead in realization. "Oh, cool. Stupid!"
Chris calls for everyone's attention, announcing the arrival of the next camper. "Hey, folks, let's give it up for Izzy!" As Chris introduces her, all eyes turn towards the boat.
Izzy, a unique character with a distinctive appearance, greets everyone with her fiery orange hair neatly tied up in a bun ponytail. Freckles dance across her face, and her striking green eyes add to her charm. Her attire is equally eye-catching, with a sarong, a long skirt that covers her midriff, two stylish wristbands, and a blouse adorned with a drop symbol, which cleverly replaces the conventional cleavage reveal.
"Hi, Chris! Hi!" Izzy exclaims as she rushes to disembark, but her excitement leads to an unexpected mishap. She loses her footing and takes a tumble, hitting her chin on the dock with an audible thud.
Tyler winces at the fall but can't help but laugh a little. "Oooooh, that was bad."
Courtney reacts quickly and rushes to help Izzy, expressing concern. "Guys, she could be seriously hurt!" With Courtney's assistance, Izzy is pulled out of the water and back onto the dock.
Izzy, however, seems unfazed by the fall and shakes her hair like a dog. "That felt so good, except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? This is so cool! Do you have paper Mache? Are we having lunch soon?" Izzy fires off questions in rapid succession.
Owen points at her with a grin. "That is a good call!"
Chris flashed his trademark grin as he eagerly announced, "Coming up next... Dawn!" However, much to his surprise, the boat passed by without anyone showing up, leaving him momentarily flustered.
"Uh..." Chris stammered, caught off guard.
"Hello." A voice suddenly spoke from behind him, causing Chris to jump. Dawn, a teenage girl with enigmatic teal eyes, pale skin, and lips the color of royal amethyst, appeared. Her blonde hair cascaded around her, and she was dressed in a green sweater with a light blue shirt underneath, a stylish black skirt, indigo leggings, and black shoes.
Dawn surveyed her surroundings with a calm demeanor. "I believe I've been misled."
Chris couldn't help but grin, attempting to regain his composure as Dawn casually made her way to join the rest of the campers.
Chris's nerves were still tingling when he turned to the next boat. "And now for our final contestant... Jason!" he announced with enthusiasm. However, much to everyone's surprise, no one emerged from the boat.
"Uh, Jason? My man? You there?" Chris inquired, a hint of concern in his voice. He turned to look behind him, just in case.
A voice finally echoed from within the boat, breaking the silence. "My fault. I was snoozing on the floor for a moment."
Chris couldn't help but chuckle, his signature grin returning. "Not a problem, buddy. Just hope you didn't get sunburnt in there."
Jason slowly stepped off the boat. His impressive height immediately drew everyone's attention, but it was his hunched posture that left a lasting impression. His shoulders slumped forward, and his back was rounded, as if the weight of the world rested upon him.
One couldn't help but be captivated by his most distinctive feature: long, thick black hair that cascaded down to his waist, concealing his face like a dark curtain, leaving his features entirely hidden from view. Only his hands were visible, rough and rugged, their pale, almost ghostly appearance in stark contrast to the darkness of his hair.
His attire mirrored his lack of care for his appearance. Wearing an oversized beige hoodie that seemed to engulf him, it was evident that it had seen better days. The fabric was frayed with multiple holes and tatters, offering glimpses of the dirty gray shirt beneath. His ragged jeans, once a shade of deep blue, now looked sun-bleached and faded. They bore signs of wear and tear, with patches of discoloration and loose threads. The jeans seemed to hang low on his slender frame, reaching down to cover his worn black sneakers, which appeared equally neglected.
In plain terms, he looked like a complete mess.
As Jason stood there, Heather couldn't resist a snarky comment to Gwen. "Guess you're not the weirdest one here," she muttered, earning an annoyed look from the goth girl.
Duncan, on the other hand, couldn't help but smirk as Jason joined him. "I get the feeling we're going to get along just fine."
Jason chuckled, a mysterious glint in his concealed eyes.
Chris couldn't contain his mischievous grin as he addressed the group. "First things first, we need a group photo for the promos. Everyone on the end of the dock." Twenty-three of the contestants briskly walked to the designated spot, already instinctively arranging themselves for the impending photo.
Jason, mystified by the campers' synchronized movements, blinked in amazement. "How do you guys already know where to go? Did y'all rehearse this?"
Chris waved off his curiosity, his tone dismissive. "Just get in the photo."
With a theatrical flourish, Chris hopped onto the boat and announced, "One, two, three..." A snap sound rang out, but then he grimaced, realizing his blunder. "Forgot the lens cap." He casually placed the lens cap on the camera. "Okay, hold that pose. One, tw- Oh no, wait, cards full. Hang on."
Leshawna, her patience wearing thin, rolled her eyes. "Come on, man, my face is starting to freeze."
Finally, Chris got it together. "Got it. Okay, everyone say 'Wawanakwa!'"
"Wawanakwa," the campers chimed in unison. But in a shocking twist, the dock suddenly collapsed beneath their feet, sending them plummeting into the water. Panic ensued as they struggled to swim for their lives.
"Okay, guys, dry off and meet at the campfire pit in ten," Chris shouted from the safety of the shore, seemingly unfazed by the chaos he'd inadvertently caused.
Jason, in the midst of sputtering water, began to voice his exasperation, but he was abruptly silenced as DJ accidentally toppled over him in his efforts to help.
"Oh!? My bad bro! You alright?!" DJ pulled Jason out of the water and onto the sandy shore, where Jason took several harsh wheezes of air into his lungs.
"You played football, didn't you?" Jason managed to gasp out.
"Nah, I didn't. Could never get into the sport," DJ replied with a chuckle.
Jason couldn't help but offer a weak and hidden smile amid his coughs. "Thank God for that small mercy. You would've sent a poor guy to the ER."
DJ laughed heartily.
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Gathered around the campfire pit, Chris addressed the eager campers with a sly grin. "This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition and maybe even your friends. You dig?"
Harold couldn't contain his enthusiasm, offering a friendly grin to Duncan, but Duncan responded with a menacing glare and a raised fist, sending a clear message.
Chris continued, undaunted. "The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000!"
Duncan couldn't help himself and unleashed a smirk. "Excuse me? What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her." He casually gestured in Heather's direction.
Heather, a tad concerned, interjected, "Wait, they're not co-ed, right?"
Chris swiftly reassured her, "Noooo. Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other."
Lindsay chimed in. "Excuse me, Kyle. Can I get a cabin with that lake view? You know, since I'm the prettiest?" She batted her eyelashes, unaware of Chris's correct name.
Chris played along with a chuckle. "Okay, you are. But that's not really how it works here. And it's Chris."
Katie spoke up, holding Sadie's hand tightly. "I have to live with Sadie or, I'll die."
Sadie nodded in agreement, a hint of anxiety in her voice. "It's true, I'll break out in hives."
Gwen couldn't hide her dismay, her face contorted in a grimace. "This can't be happening."
Owen sprang into action, enveloping Gwen in a headlock with one arm and Tyler with the other. "Oh, come on, guys! It's gonna be a blast, like a massive sleepover!"
Tyler glanced over at Duncan from within Owen's grasp. "At least you don't have to bunk next to this dude."
Suddenly, rock music blared from somewhere, and Duncan playfully delivered a rough noogie to a bewildered deer. Gwen and Tyler exchanged baffled glances, wondering what kind of madness they'd just stumbled into.
Chris began, "Here's the deal, folks. We're gonna split you into two teams. If I call your name, head over there." He pointed towards one side of the campfire pit. "Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, Dawn, and Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as... the Screaming Gophers!"
With a flourish, Chris tossed a grubby green flag to Owen, emblazoned with the fierce visage of a gopher bellowing a war cry.
Owen couldn't contain his excitement. "Yeah! I'm a gopher! Woooo!"
Katie's voice piped up from the crowd. "But what about Sadie?"
Chris continued without missing a beat. "The rest of you, over here. Geoff, Bridgette, D.J, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, Jason, and Harold. Move, move, move!"
Sadie's voice carried a note of desperation. "Katie's a gopher! I have to be a gopher!"
Courtney, showing some compassion, placed her hand on Sadie's shoulder. "Sadie, right? Come on, it'll be okay."
Sadie tearfully lamented, "This is so unfair! I miss you, Katie!"
Katie responded with equal emotion. "I miss you too!"
Jason creeked his head. "She's not even out of your view yet?"
With a toss, Chris handed Harold a crimson flag adorned with the symbol of an enraged bass.
Harold was thrilled. "Awesome! It's like... amazing."
Chris then clarified, "All right, campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition."
[Static buzzing, inside the confessional for the first time]
"You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries anytime you want," Chris continued, seated on a toilet seat in the confessional. "Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking. Or just get something off your chest."
[Static buzzing]
Gwen sat with her arms crossed. "Um, okay... So far, this sucks."
[Static buzzing]
Lindsay faced the other way in the confessional. "Um, I don't get it. Where's the camera guy?"
[Static buzzing]
A duck wearing lipstick quacked in the confessional.
[Static buzzing]
"Hey, everyone. Check this out. I have something very important to say," Owen declared before letting out a resounding fart and breaking into laughter.
[Static buzzing]
With their cabins assigned, Chris instructed the campers, "All right. Any questions? Cool. Let's find your cabins." He led the campers to the cabin area. "Gophers, you're in the east cabin. Bass, you're in the west."
Heather entered the cabin, her initial response oozing with disdain. "Bunk beds? Isn't that a little summer camp?" She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, not one to hide her displeasure.
Gwen sauntered past Heather. "That's the idea, genius."
Heather couldn't let that slide without a retort. "Shut up, weird goth girl!" Her scowl was impossible to miss.
Amidst the exchange, Cody, always eager to chime in with positivity, popped up from behind Gwen. "You're so smart, I feel that!" He chirped.
Gwen narrowed her eyes and locked onto Cody. "Shouldn't you be on the boys' side?!"
Cody's grin faltered when Gwen grabbed him by the collar. He found himself airborne in an instant, hurtling out of the girls' cabin with an involuntary scream. "AHH!" Cody soared through the air, landing face-first in a pile of dirt right at Jason's feet.
Jason cocked his head to the side, examining the scene. "Well, ain't she got some serious muscle. Or maybe you're just really lightweight?" He hoisted Cody up, handling him like a toddler's toy. "Hmmm, I'm thinking it's the latter."
Cody dangled from Jason's grasp, staring up at where he believed Jason's eyes would be. "Uh, thanks?"
As the campers settled into their cabins, Lindsay raised a pressing concern, "Where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straightening iron."
Chris pointed her in the right direction. "There are some in the communal bathrooms. Just across the way."
Lindsay, momentarily confused, responded, "Communal bathrooms? But... I'm not Catholic..."
Chris sighed, realizing the misunderstanding. "Not communion, communal."
Gwen couldn't help but clarify, "It means we shower together, idiot."
Lindsay's eyes welled up with tears. "Uh no! Come on!" She complained, not thrilled by the idea.
Gwen, wanting to block out the whining, covered her ears.
Meanwhile, in the boys' cabin, Owen, Trent, and Noah overheard the commotion. Owen decided to lighten the mood, "I'm glad we're in our own cabin with just guys. Know what I mean?" He laughed, but Noah and Trent looked annoyed by his comment. Crickets chirped in the background.
Owen backtracked hastily, "I mean no! I didn't mean it like that! I love chicks. I just don't wanna sleep near them." He stumbled over his words in an attempt to clarify his intention, making incoherent noises in the process.
Trent and Noah, not wanting to get dragged into the conversation, retreated into the cabin, with Owen following closely behind to defend himself.
"Excuse me, Chris? Is there, uh, a chaperone of any kind in this facility here?" Geoff asked.
"You're all 18 years old, older than a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So other than myself. You'll be unsupervised. You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge, starting now." Chris said.
"Nice!" Geoff cheered.
Lindsay's high-pitched screams cut through the air, immediately drawing the attention of her fellow campers. They rushed over to the girls' cabin to see what had caused such a commotion.
"Man, that white girl can scream," Leshawna remarked, peering into the cabin with several others.
Lindsay, still screeching, pointed at the source of her distress – a cockroach scurrying on the floor.
DJ, in shock, gasped and then let out a high-pitched scream, leaping onto a bunk bed in an attempt to avoid the bug. Unfortunately, the bunk bed couldn't withstand his weight and broke under the pressure, leaving DJ shuddering on the remains.
"That. Was my bed," Gwen sighed, lamenting the destruction.
Amidst the chaos, the campers scrambled to squish the scurrying cockroach, but it proved to be a nimble little bug, slipping through the gaps between their feet with uncanny ease.
Several campers couldn't handle the situation and retreated to higher ground, seeking refuge from the insect invasion.
Duncan, his patience at an end, raised an axe menacingly, ready to split the creature in half.
"Help me," The cockroach... pleaded?
Before Duncan could deliver the fatal blow, Jason, a picture of calm amidst the frenzy, stepped in. He scooped up the cockroach with his pale fingers, raising an eyebrow at the group. "Seriously, guys? It's just a bug." He surveyed the room. "Alright, this is kind of hilarious."
Dawn, always attuned to the natural world, tugged at Jason's jacket. "May I hold him?"
Jason's lips curled behind his hair into a good-natured smile. "Oh? Yeah, go for it." He gingerly placed the cockroach on Dawn's palm.
With a gentle touch, Dawn raised the bug to her mouth. "It's okay now, little one. You're safe with me." The cockroach seemed to respond to her soothing words, almost appearing to tear up as it snuggled itself into the warmth of her hand.
Meanwhile, DJ had shrunken into Gwen's battered bed, clearly unnerved by the situation.
Gwen, observing the peculiar turn of events, muttered wryly, "I guess that's one way to handle it?"
"Awesome." Harold couldn't help but mutter in awe as he observed the unusual scene unfolding before him.
Tyler chimed in with a grin. "If you ever spot another one of those critters, just give me a shout, alright? 'Cause," he added dramatically, "I can do that too." Tyler playfully sniffed the air, earning a giggle from Lindsay.
Lindsay and Tyler exchanged smiles that radiated a connection only they seemed to understand.
Duncan scoffed with a hint of playful annoyance. "They always go for the jocks."
Jason cut straight to the chase. "Where did you even get an axe?"
Duncan, unabashed, casually slung the axe over his shoulder. "Ah, this old thing? Found it lodged in some tree on the way here."
"And you just took it?"
Duncan nodded without a hint of remorse. "Yep."
Jason let out a thoughtful grunt. "Well, if you happen to come across another one, let me know. It'd be a nice touch to decorate our cabin with a couple of axes."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Duncan's lips. "I had a feeling I'd like you."
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Inside the cafeteria, chaos ensued as Chef Hatchet, the no-nonsense cook, served lunch to the campers.
"Listen up! I serve it three times a day, and you'll eat it three times a day! Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down NOW!" Chef's voice boomed like thunder, commanding their immediate compliance.
Amid the rush, Beth couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, but will we be getting all the major food groups?"
Harold chimed in, "Yeah, 'cause I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don't get enough sugar."
Chef's patience wore thin as he growled, "You'll get a whole lot of SHUT THE HECK UP!"
Owen leaned over to Noah and whispered, "Have a cow," earning a small smirk from the bookworm.
Unfortunately, Chef had keen ears. "What was that?!"
The cafeteria fell into pure silence.
"Come closer, fat boy! I didn't hear you!" Chef challenged.
Owen muttered, "Oh, I didn't really say anything important."
"I'm sure you didn't! You! Scrawny kid, give me your plate," Chef commanded, pointing his scoop at Noah.
Meanwhile, Leshawna attempted some friendly conversation with Eva, tray in hand. "Yo, what's up, girl?"
Eva blinked at her with annoyance and promptly left, leaving Leshawna with narrowed eyes. "Oh, it's gonna be like that, is it?"
Chef barked, "Next!"
Lindsay stepped up with her tray. "Excuse me, my nutritionist says I shouldn't eat any white sugar, white flour, or like dairy."
Chef casually crushed a fly buzzing around the air with his hand.
Gwen inspected her own meal and deadpanned, "I don't think that's gonna be a problem."
"Cool," Lindsay replied with a smile before taking her tray of food and leaving.
Gwen, her skepticism growing, decided to voice her concerns to Chef. "Okay, I hate to be predictable and complain on the first day, but I think mine just moved."
Chef, without hesitation, slammed down a wooden hammer on the sandwich, resulting in a splatter of the mysterious gunk that he considered food, covering both him and Gwen.
Gwen shivered. "Right! Okay, then."
Dawn stepped forward, her unique dietary preferences known to her fellow campers. "I must tell you, I refuse to eat meat."
Chef stared her down, but Dawn remained unblinking. With a sigh and some grumbling, he retrieved the vegan options he had hoped not to use. They were still of horrible quality, but at least they didn't look as grotesque or alive as his other creations.
"Thank you kindly," Dawn said as she took her plate and left.
Jason, already wary of the culinary horrors before him, staggered over. He examined the abominations of food on display. "I'm grateful that you made this, but holy... Just what did you do to make these things come back to life?"
"Family secret." Chef replied cryptically.
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Keep it in the family. I'll take some of that red stuff though."
Chris strolled confidently through the cafeteria doors, a grin spreading across his face. "Welcome to the Main Lodge!"
Geoff eyed his tray of unappetizing slop. "Yo, my man. Can we order a pizza?"
Chef hurled a cleaver that sliced through the air, narrowly missing Geoff's face and several others before embedding itself in the wall just above Dawn's head.
"Whoa! It's cool, G! Brown slop is cool!" Geoff chuckled nervously, glancing around at his fellow campers for support. "Right, guys?"
The campers nodded in agreement, relieved to be alive.
"Jesus! That almost got her!" Jason plucked the sharp object from the wall. "You better be grateful you're short; if it were me, I'd be dead."
Dawn chimed in thoughtfully. "Your aura is quite calming, but also chaotic, isn't it? Actually, it might be more chaotic than calming. Are you hiding something about yourself, Jason?"
Jason blinked behind his hair, taken aback. "Wow."
Their attention quickly shifted as Chris made an announcement boomed. "Your first challenge begins in one hour!"
"What do you think they'll make us do this time?" Katie asked around the table.
DJ shrugged. "It's our first challenge, how hard can it be?"
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Boom. New story up and coming.
I added an OC by the name of Jason, and I based his Character off Sadako from the Rings movie. Why? Because I thought it would look cool in an eerie kind of way.
I also added Dawn to the mix because I wanted an even number of contestants for the first season. So I decided to pick a female from one of the later seasons. I gave it a little bit of thought, going back to the recess of my mind and deciding which woman stood out to me the most.
It was Dawn.
Despite her frankly short and undeserved amount of screentime, she had made quite the impression on me. So I'm pretty thrilled to dive into her character some more.
If you haven't read any of my previous works, go check out my Oshi No Ko fanfic, the new chapter is up right now. And go catch up on my AoT fic, since a new chapter will come out in the coming weeks.
Ignore the other two. Those fanfics are part of my cringe era.
