Author's Note: I started writing this story in 2021, but I ended up canceling it... However, I decided to give this story another try!

Chapter 1: The Mission! And the Mission!

The military trucks were traveling quickly across the highway. The moonlight was shining brightly in the sky. There were only five military trucks traveling in a single lane. All the soldiers were wide awake, on high alert. There were no other vehicles on the highway.

Vroooooooooooooooooom. The engines kept roaring loudly. All the soldiers remained quiet and still. Nobody spoke. Not a single word.

One of the soldiers was a rookie named Max. He gulped and looked around in the main military vehicle. All the other soldiers were stronger, muscular, older, and much more intimidating than him. Max felt uncomfortable sitting next to the other soldiers. He doesn't even like the military.

One of the soldiers was chewing gum. He spat out his gum, which landed on Max's face.

"Gross…" murmured Max. He wiped the gum off from his face. I hate this job. I hate my life. I just want to go home, preorder the new Splatoon 3 game, and play with my bros…

Max was a big fan of video games and anime. He used to play online competitive games and watch new episodes of anime everyday, before he was recruited into the military. He was a gamer. He was an anime fan. He was not a soldier.

"Max." The guy who spat out the gum earlier spoke.

"What do you need Lance?" asked Max. What does this fucking bully want now?

"Are the rumors true?" Lance asked.

"What rumors?" Max played dumb, but he knew where this conversation was going. Not this again…

"I heard that you been ass in the training sessions. Your body is becoming weak. Dude, you're making it easier for me to break the bones in your body someday. It'll be like snapping a twig in half." Lance chuckles.

"Okay." Max rolled his eyes. This fucking dude has been physically bullying and harassing me for two years. When will he seriously stop? Max rubbed his brown eyes.

"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP SOLDIERS!" A man stood up. His face was serious. "WE WILL BE ARRIVING TO OUR DESTINATION IN FIVE MINUTES. DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN! WE MUST SAFELY TRANSPORT THIS BOX, AND BRING IT INSIDE THE BASE."

Max glanced at the box. I wonder what's inside the box…

Nobody knew what was inside the box. There was a red warning label on the box that read: 'DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.' The box was about the size of a tall refrigerator. It was very large and heavy.

Hm. It's probably some sort of top secret weapon or device… Ugh, I'm so tired.

The military trucks have been traveling for twelve hours nonstop. No food breaks. No bathroom breaks. No sleeping. Max couldn't even feel his legs. Pain. Max wanted to get up and stretch, but he would get in trouble for it. And Lance will probably get the privilege of beating him up for disrespecting the commander's orders.

Max stood up.

"MAX! SIT THE FUCK BACK DOWN! THAT'S AN ORDER!" yelled the Commander.

Lance stretched out his hands and stood up too. "DON'T WORRY COMMANDER! I'LL MAKE THIS PIECE OF SHIT SIT BACK DOWN!" Lance punched Max's face so hard, it left Max dazed and hurt.

"Owww!" squealed Max. Suddenly, Max lost his balance and he fell out of the military truck. He tumbled onto the dirt on the side of the road. Yellow sand and small pieces of rocks covered Max's face. His uniform was all dirty and filthy now. The pants that were once perfect, were now torn up and ripped apart.

All the military trucks decelerated and stopped. All the soldiers jumped out, including the Commander and Lance.

"Are you okay?!" asked a woman.

"Ugh…" moaned Max. Fucking Lance. I hate his fucking guts so much.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING LANCE?!" screamed the Commander. He had a mean and upset look on his face now.

Lance replied "I was lending a hand sir!"

"Bullshit." The commander shook his head.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a helicopter was approaching the scene from the sky. There was a painted red and white man's face on the side of the helicopter. He looked like a celebrity…

Max couldn't get up. I think I twisted my ankle. I think I twisted my ankle. I think I twisted my ankle. Shit shit shit. Max was focused on getting up, but no luck. He couldn't. All the other soldiers were distracted by the helicopter. Nobody helped poor Max.

The helicopter landed on the other side of the road near the military trucks. A large, muscular black man stepped out of the helicopter. He was wearing a light green shirt with a chef's apron on top. Below, he had on dark brown pants and his own custom military boots. There was also a pair of dark cool looking sunglasses that hid his eyes, and a normal looking chef hat on his head.

Isn't that, that Chef guy from the Total Drama reality show? Max was puzzled to see him here.

Chef marched towards the truck that contained the mysterious box.

"STOP!" The Commander ran over to Chef and blocked his path. "This is Canadian military property. You are NOT allowed to simply 'take' this box."

Chef lowered his swag sunglasses, and glared at the Commander. "I don't care. Now... Why don't you step out of my way, before I bust you up reaaal good."

"No."

As soon as the commander replied, Chef grabbed a mini tranquilizer gun from his pocket and he began shooting all the soldiers. Pew! Pew! Pew!

"AHHHHHhhhhhhh….." Zzzzzzz.

"Help! I'm falling asleep, and I can't get-tt-t….. uppppp….." Zzzzzzzz.

"I trained all my life, just to get tranquilized by a…. aaa…. cheffff….." Zzzzzzzzz.

All the soldiers were too slow to react. One by one all the soldiers fell to the ground, and began to sleep.

"Fish… Lobster… Shrimp... Calamari... " mumbled one of the sleeping soldiers.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" yelled the Commander in disbelief. "Who are you?-"

"I'm da motherfucking Chef." Hehe.

The Commander tried punching Chef, but completely missed. Chef swung right back and knocked out the Commander with a single strike to his face.

Chef grinned and looked down at the soldier. "You're a softie just like my grandma."

"ARGHHHHHHHH!" Lance got up from the ground with a tranquilizer dart on his nose. "YOU THINK A STUPID TRANQUILIZER WILL STOP ME?! FIGHT ME!"

Chef ignored him and walked over to the military truck. He picked up the box with ease and carried it back to the chopper. Lance stumbled his way towards Chef. In response, Chef took out his tranquilizer gun again, and shot about ten more darts. All the darts landed perfectly on Lance's nose.

"Fu-" Lance collapsed to the ground.

Chef walked over to Max's body and picked him up.

"What the… What do you want from me?" asked Max. What's going on here?!

"Chris McLean wants a chat with you, and I'm bringing you to the island."

Max couldn't understand what was going on. He felt the energy in his body escaping, and he slowly drifted off to sleep on Chef's shoulder.

Author's Note: Alright, here are the rules for character submissions...

1. No inappropriate/NSFW characters.

2. No OC characters.

3. It can be from anime, books, cartoons, comics, movies, video games, TV shows, etc...

4. Submit creative characters. It would be interesting to see new characters competing in TDI.

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