"Wh-why do you need sharks?" Ember meekly asked from the castle's entrance hall, the programmer somehow turning even more pale as they saw a large shark tank get moved into the castle. Chef was steering the interns in the right direction, leaving Chris to answer the programmer's question.
"Because I like them," he simply replied, grinning as Ember just backed away slowly, somehow feeling less comfortable than usual in the company of the madman.
"Wait, where are you even gonna put them, we don't exactly have any water, haha," the programmer questioned, raising a finger as they pointed out the obvious, though their voice was wavering. Chris, hearing Ember's logic, scratched his chin in thought before coming up with a great idea.
"You know what, you're completely right! Chef!" the host called for the cook, who moved from steering the interns to deal with the host.
"What is it?" the cook raised an eyebrow, looking at Chris with his arms crossed, while the interns stumbled, not sure where to really go to within the castle without their guide.
"We're building… a moat!" Chris dramatically declared on the spot, to both Ember and Chef's surprise. The programmer looked away in shock, as Chef facepalmed at the terrible idea.
"Chris, we don't have enough money for that," the co-host commented, crossing his arms as the host realised that, staring blankly into space for a second before figuring out a 'great idea'.
Ember also meekly raised a finger, but put it down once they realised it was probably gonna fall onto deaf ears.
"Oh, yeah, hiatus and all that jazz. Whatever, we can figure out a place for Fang Jr. and Chompy," the host decided on a whim, "And besides, we've got enough challenge ideas already, so I can just add them in when I feel like it."
Chef and Ember exchanged a very brief concerned look, as Chris turned around and went right back through the main doors of the castle, figuring out a spare room for the sharks.
Music and singing filled a sole bedroom, as the room's occupant sang along to the tunes. Jezebelle Soplo, or Jiggles according to some, was the girls's name, and the puffball was clearly enjoying herself, if her dancing around the room was saying anything.
Jezebelle was on the shorter side of things, standing at just 4'10 tall, and to describe as a puffball would certainly be apt, I'd say, given that she was particularly round - ball-like, even. She had golden tan skin, and bright blue eyes that were wide open. Her hair was a unique, light pink colour, and was pretty short but quite curly, with one large swirl right at the front.
She wore a light pink crop top, with the sleeves not covering her shoulders and thus revealing her white bra straps, light pink yoga pants and white sneakers. Her face was practically covered in mascara, with pink lipstick adorning her lips. She also had pink stud earrings in both of her ears, finishing off her outfit.
Once her song was over, the puffball finished singing, allowing herself to let out a small breath, "And there's another one done, hehe! Gotta go pick the next one then, so youse better be ready~" she declared to the other girl in the room, bouncing over a pink beanbag as she bounded towards her phone.
Picking it up, the puffball began scrolling through the songs list on her phone, "Already done that one, who even put THAT there," she noted loudly, talking to herself as she looked through the songs list, "Eh, whateva, I don't need background music, I can just sing without it, anyways."
The other girl just gave a small shrug, throwing in a small "If you say so," in snark at Jezebelle, causing the puffball to frown at her.
"Are ya doubting my singing?" she sassed right back, leering at her in suspicion, before she went back to looking through songs, until she noticed a quick notification. Out of curiosity, she clicked it, and smirked as she saw what it was.
"Well, whaddya know, those Total Drama people do have taste!" giving the accepted sheet a quick flick-through - or more accurately, just taking in being accepted and checking the really important parts at the top, the puffball soon went right back to her singing, "Well, I think this calls for one of my biggest numbers~"
"Please don't tell me it's a lullaby…" the other girl rolled her eyes, as if predicting what Jezebelle was about to do.
Jezebelle smirked as if to confirm it, before she took in a deep breath, beginning to sing, a lullaby coming out of her mouth, "Little tiny black sheep, bouncing in the grass, bounced a bit too much, now he's headed off to nap."
Her eyelids began to droop, as the puffball continued on with her song, "Little tiny black sheep… something… bouncing… zzz…."
Jezebelle fell asleep on the spot, her lullaby abruptly cut off as she left for dreamland, as her friend just awkwardly sat, waiting for her to wake up.
Two girls walked into a large, spacious bedroom carrying an assortment of shopping bags, setting them all down onto a pink double-sized bed, the pair letting out a collective sigh as they let their arms rest for a moment.
Brooke Montgomery was the room's owner, and she was also the one holding the vast majority of the bags as she and her friend began to check through them. Brooke had a slim build with a small chest, and stood at an average height of 5'9. She had ivory-toned skin, and wavy, golden-blonde hair that ran down to her chest's level. She had grey eyes with a slight hint of blue, which were occupied with looking through the bags' contents.
The shopper wore a mustard-yellow blouse with the sleeves rolled up, dark green wide-leg pants held up with a beige leather belt, and black leather wedge sandals. Her khaki straw hat had been left on the room's desk, as the shopper immediately got down to, well, business.
"Alright, let's get a better look at these!" she called out to her friend Naomi, who threw a thumbs-up her way in response, "I've got, like, a lot of clothes here, so I think I'll be able to make them work!"
The two swiftly got to unpacking the bags, revealing an assortment of various thrift store clothing that Brooke was quick to start trying to put together, the fashionista quickly comparing them to each other to see if any would work.
"Okay, let's see, I think this shirt could work with like, this maybe," she muttered, forcing a blue shirt into Naomi's hands as she looked through the bags, pulling out a pair of white pants, "So whaddya think?"
Naomi just shrugged, an indifferent look on her face, "I have like, no idea. I'm a theater kid, not a fashion kid," she admitted, as Brooke nodded along.
"I get it, I get it, so let's just put them aside and go for something else," the thrift shopper decided, neatly placing the shirt and pants over the back of a chair as she continued to unpack the bags. Her return was brief, however, as her attention was bought to a slight buzz in her pocket. Reaching in and grabbing it, she smiled as she was greeted with an acceptance notification for Total Drama, which she proudly showed off to Naomi with a grin.
"Hold on, quick break, take a look at this! I just got accepted for Total Drama," she beamed, as Naomi clapped for her friend, "So now all I've gotta do is make an outfit for that…" she scratched her chin in thought, before Naomi had an idea.
"Or you could just wear what you've got on, I think that'd do well," her friend suggested, raising a finger.
"That… works too."
"All I'm saying is that I think they might bring William Afton back if they make another FNAF game," came the voice of one Freddy Brown, who was more than happy to share his theorycrafting through a voice chat. If one thing was obvious about Freddy, even just through the room he was in, it was that he loved Five Nights at Freddy's. His room was littered with FNAF memorabilia - figurines, plushies, posters and everything in between were scattered anywhere he could put them. "Because he'll always come back - even if I do think he's been overdone at this point, especially after Security Breach."
Appearance-wise, Freddy was pretty skinny, not having too much muscle mass to himself. He was 5'10 tall and had rose-beige skin, with excited blue eyes and short, spiky brown hair that was pretty messy.
His outfit was, you guessed it, FNAF-themed - a Foxy the Pirate-styled red sweatshirt, black jeans and yellow-purple shoes. Sat atop his head was a small, black top hat, and a white bib with the words 'Let's Eat' printed onto it was wrapped around his neck.
"I get what you mean with him being overused, but I still think it'd be cool to see him again," replied one of the people Freddy was talking with, calmly adding their opinion to the FNAF fan-theory pile.
"Okaayy… it could be cool, I admit, but think of the missed opportunities with Vanny! We could've had a really cool Afton fangirl as our big bad, but nope, it's right back to the purple guy himself. It wasn't terrible, but it could've been so much cooler?" Freddy reasoned, the FNAF fanatic speaking through the headphones he was wearing, "It'd have been way cooler to have a new man behind the slaughter, if you get what I mean!"
Freddy smirked, proud at his little reference, as another voice chimed into the conversation - somehow, this chat was organized enough for it not to be constant nonsense, "Gotta agree with Fredbear on that, he's got a point there."
A few voices of agreement were called out from amongst the crowd, and Freddy laughed good-naturedly at the praise, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck from the praise, just noticing a little pop-up on his phone.
As the FNAF theory-crafting continued without him, Freddy curiously picked up his phone - which was obviously adorned with a Freddy Fazbear-themed case - and grinned as he saw the notification. Letting the discussion pipe down a bit, he soon gave a cheeky smile as he turned back to the call, "Off-topic, but guess who just got accepted for Total Drama?"
Naturally, the many voices in the chat immediately went a little bit crazy, with a loud, "PICS OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN?" managing to make itself heard over all of the others.
Freddy scratched his chin, before showing his phone to the others in the chat for a short moment - long enough for them to see that he was being legit, but not long enough for them to start screenshotting it, "Is that enough proof?" he grinned, somehow managing to silence the small section of the FNAF fanbase for a moment.
"So, back to Afton," he began to speak again, immediately wanting to get right back into speaking about his favourite game series. Unfortunately for him, the lights suddenly went out in his room, abruptly cutting him off from the call.
"As long as there aren't any animatronics here, I'll be fine. No animatronics snuck in while I was busy, right?"
A single man leant back on a bench as he took in the pleasant afternoon sun, a charming smile set on his face as he rested his hands behind his head.
Godfrey Ngakoue was this man's name, and if you could describe his appearance and general demeanor in one word, it would probably be 'charming'. He was fairly tall, standing at a flat 6'0, and had dark skin. His hair was a deep black afro that he had clearly spent a lot of time maintaining, and his eyes were an approachable light brown colour. Build-wise, he was slightly more muscular than average - he had some visible muscle, but not close to bodybuilder levels of muscle.
He had a small goatee on his chin, and wore a dark blue denim jacket over a light pink dress shirt. Over his legs were a pair of dark blue jeans, and his outfit was finished with dark brown work boots. The charmer was currently content to just take in the breeze, throwing a small pocket mirror out of his… pocket, throwing a cocky, toothy grin right at himself.
Godfrey's grin dropped immediately,, however, as he saw a second face make itself known in the reflection - a guy with a really long neck taking a very loud slurp out of a soda can. The charmer turned to look at the intruder, shifting his expression from an annoyed glance to a more easygoing look.
"Hey, could you stop slurping so loudly," he asked somewhat bluntly towards the other guy, who, by the sounds of things, was just checking the bottom.
To Godfrey's dismay, however, the soda drinker just raised a finger, "Hold on dude, I've just gotta make sure I've drank all of it, y'know? 'Cause otherwise, I might've wasted some of this good stuff."
Godfrey let out a mildly annoyed sigh, before doing the rational thing and taking a look around. Unfortunately for him, every other bench nearby was already taken, and he didn't exactly feel like walking elsewhere yet, so the charmer went right back to trying to deal with his benchmate.
Throwing a wide, charismatic smile towards the other boy, Godfrey rested a hand on his shoulder, "Well, why don't you do that… anywhere else?" he asked, before muttering just loud enough for him to hear, "Because you might annoy somebody, like me."
The other guy just gave out a shrug, either not hearing or not caring about the last comment, "Alright, alright then. I'll just go with my soda… somewhere else."
The other guy walked off, as Godfrey let out a small grin, "Finally, he's gone. Now, back to what's important…"
Of course, he was referring to himself, putting the mirror right back where it was, before his 'me time' was interrupted by a sudden buzz in his pocket. The charmer folded his small mirror as he picked up his phone, smirking as he saw the main notification.
"Total Drama… of course they'd accept me, who wouldn't? Well, whatever, they picked the perfect villain for this," he smirked, putting his phone away once he had finished reading the notification, standing up and taking a small stretch as he walked away, "So I think I can make my leave right now… I've got more important things to focus on."
A party had been clearly going on for a while, if the state of the poolside it was taking place in was any indication. The many partygoers were still firmly in the swing of things, as one Kanna Horvat weaved their way through the crowds, with a clear goal in mind.
Kanna was fairly androgynous in build, being pretty skinny but leaning towards the feminine side of things, and stood at 5'6. They had light purple hair in a long, wild mess, and white, ivory-toned skin. Their green eyes had a mischievous tint to them, lighting up as they saw a specific person.
Their outfit was pretty casual - a navy blue jacket and black shorts, to be precise, with black leggings going up to their thigh finishing it off. Shifting past a few partygoers, they were about to approach their target - a real asshole of a jock, if the way he carried himself around said anything - when they were interrupted by a sudden buzz from their pocket, stopping them in their tracks.
After a split second of decision-making, they decided that their original goal could wait a second, moving to a slightly less populated area of the party.
"Alright, alright, I was gonna have my fun, but let's see what this is…" they muttered, getting greeted by the same old Total Drama announcement that the others had all seen. Their eyes widened in glee as they saw it, before turning slightly contemplative as they returned to their original goal.
"Well… I was gonna keep this going for a while, really make it sting…" they mused, slipping right back into the crowd, "But, I think I can drop the act now, it'd still piss him off. A little send-off gift, hehe" they chuckled lowly, slinking through the partygoers towards the jock.
Once they made their way to him, he scoffed at them, "Fucking finally, what took ya so long?" he sneered, crossing his arms as Kanna just rolled their eyes.
Stifling a snicker, Kanna played along, nodding towards him, "Not much, not much, just got a little held up with this," they flashed their phone's screen towards him, keeping their grin fairly well-hidden as he took in the news.
"How the hell did you get into Total Drama and I didn't…" he muttered, shaking his head in annoyance, "Well, good for you I guess. Why don'cha come closer - I don't bite, you know."
Ignoring the voice in their head that said that he probably did bite, Kanna approached him, allowing their smirk to show itself, "You do realise…" they began, getting a confused reaction out of him.
"What is it?" he questioned impatiently, not getting where Kanna was going.
"That I'm not exactly a girl, right?" they finished, as the jock's eyes widened in shock, before the full extent of it really kicked in.
"Hold on, what the fuck?" he panicked, "But, but, that would be gay, and that's… that's…" struggling to find the right words to say, if there were any (really, there weren't), "That's, uh, cringe!"
Kanna just deadpanned in his direction, before bursting into laughter, "Honestly, everybody else already knew - how you managed to not know for so long is the real funny part to me! I'm pretty famous, you know!"
Turning away, Kanna left the thoroughly confused jerk by himself, whistling a tune to themselves as they moved their hands behind their back, a grin on their face, "Serves him right for being an asshole, haha."
In the very early evening, a can of spray paint clicked open, as the guy holding it poked his tongue out in concentration, painting… something… onto a brick wall, making sure to avoid accidentally the box of pizza sat on the pavement besides him. Mikey Mitchell was the spray painter in-question's name, and he was grinning at his handiwork with a smile.
Mikey was fairly tall in height, standing at 6'0… or he would, if it wasn't for his slouching posture, making him sit more at a rough 5'10 tall instead. He was fairly pale, with a somewhat rosy skin tone to him, while his hair was, to put it lightly, a mess. Shaggy black hair sat in a complete mess, completely covering his bright blue eyes - somehow he could still see through it all.
He wore a light blue-grey hoodie, tapered black jeans and black converse sneakers, with small pirate-hoop styled ear-rings in both of his ears, and a backpack was slung around his shoulders for this specific act of mischief. He had a large, dopey smile across his face, giving a small nod of approval to his work-in-progress as he reached down for a slice of pizza, enjoying the savory goodness before he went right back to his artwork.
"How about this… and this… and then we're done," he finished spraying the wall, planting the can firmly on the ground as he looked at his handiwork - a pretty well-created graffiti, all things considered, "That should make this a whole lot nicer to look at, anyway."
"'Course, I'll have to do this all over again if it rains, but what's the chance of that happening right now?" he joked to himself, rubbing the back of his head with his usual grin, noting the lack of sudden and dramatic rainfall, "Huh, whaddya know, it didn't rain. All the better for me, then, haha."
Swinging the backpack around, he placed the spray paints in and looked at his handiwork with a smile on his face, looking at what he had created - while it was no masterpiece, the jokester had managed to create what he'd thought to be a pretty funny message - a large, blue and white 'Mikey was here' had been spray painted onto the wall, and he chuckled to himself.
"Now that my work is here is done, I should probably make my-" before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a slight buzz from his pocket, "Or it can wait, I've got a loooot of time on my hands after all. Let's see…"
Upon reading the notification, Mikey's face beamed with excitement, and he pumped his fist in excitement, "Total Drama? Score! I've gotta tell Mom and Dad, so I should probably book it back home."
Mikey hopped onto his bike, and cycled away, as it suddenly began to rain, "Well… drat, haha. Guess I did call it, whoops. Eh, it doesn't matter that much, haha."
A dim lightbulb illuminated a basement, as the room's occupant was busy doing what she did best… play video games. Kira Mitchell (no relation to Mikey Mitchell) had a smug grin on her face as she slouched back in the sofa, a controller gripped firmly in her hands.
Kira was about 5'3 tall, with a notably skinny build and pale white skin from spending most of her time playing video games. She had lazy green eyes, and her black hair was tied back in a low ponytail that rested on her shoulder, with a single purple Space Invaders alien pin in her hair as well.
She was wearing a deep green hoodie jacket over a grey shirt, with the hood of the jacket featuring two cat ears that flopped down as she didn't have the hood up, a pair of green headphones sat on her ears.. She also wore simple beige pants and grey sneakers.
"Dang, sucks to be you," she chuckled to somebody over the game's voice chat, snickering as she heard the all-too-familiar sound of gamer rage fill her headphones, "Just saying… if you let me defend the base, you wouldn't have died back there," she snarked, lazily enjoying her team-mate's anger.
"I've been on your fucking team before, and you didn't do anything," the voice snapped, as Kira's character on-screen ironically killed one of the opposing team, "And those fucking teamers would've beaten you as well."
Kira just gave a lazy shrug as she continued bantering with the guy, "Y'know… I absolutely could've just done some top-tier defending, but nooo, you thought you could 'do it yourself'," she snarked at him, snickering as he growled through the headset, "It would've been such an easy win, too. Shame."
"Grrrr," he snarled, as Kira let out a low snicker at his misfortune, turning the voice chat off as she went back to gaming, leaving him to seethe at his misfortune.
"Now that my work there is done… back to winning," she self-assuredly smirked, putting the controller down as her character on-screen sat behind perhaps too many turrets. The gamer herself had taken a sip out of her drink, and sat back as the opposing team walked to their dooms, allowing her team to make their way through and finish the objective.
Turning voice chat back on, she smirked as she saw herself have the most kills, and that the salty guy was right beneath her, "Dang… sucks to be you," she teased, as the guy flipped into what could truly be known as an angry gamer rant.
Once that was all over, Kira was about to go for another round, when she saw that her phone's screen had lit up with a notification. She simply leaned down to read the title, and half-shrugged with a small grin, "Well, I guess mom has been saying I need to stop sitting around and playing video games. But whatevs, I can think about that later, 'cause I'm not done gaming yet."
A single individual walked through the outskirts of a city by themselves at an evening, cautiously looking from side-to-side as she crossed a road. Julia Hughes was the runaway's name, and she had a stoic expression on her face as she walked across, not really revealing many - if any - expressions to the outside world.
Julia stood at a rough 5'8 tall, with light tan skin and a curvy yet muscular build, akin to Eva's from Total Drama Island. She had green eyes, and her messy, slightly unkempt hair was black with blue dyed ends, having clearly not been cared for too often.
Their outfit was on the simpler side - a plain blue shirt with a black jacket wrapped around her waist, black ripped jeans, white socks and worn down gray sneakers. A black beanie rested on the top of her head, finishing off her look. Just from the state of some of her ensemble, it was clear that they had been worn often.
The runaway soon made her way to the end of the street, and, after a quick check to make sure that nobody was around, or at the very least looking, she leant against the nearest building, a small sigh escaping her lips as she rested for a moment. Unfortunately for her, however, she completely missed somebody, who gave them a curious look.
Julia and the other person exchanged a glance for a few seconds, with the runaway not really wanting to break the ice - or for the ice to be broken at all, to be fair. The awkwardness continued for a while, however it was broken when Julia noticed a slight rumble from her phone in her pocket.
They took this as their opportunity to leave, and walked away, taking their old phone out and giving it a quick look over. She swiftly turned it on, and, upon seeing the confirmation, the faintest of a smile appeared on her lips.
"Any particular reason why you're avoiding me?" came the voice of the other guy, and Julia's smile disappeared as she saw him return.
"Because I don't want to talk to you," she bluntly replied, continuing to walk away from him, as the other guy crossed his arms in annoyance.
"Rude," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, as Julia flat-out ignored him, not even replying to him as she went out of earshot. Realising that this was a lost cause, he walked away, and Julia let out a sigh of relief, thinking about the confirmation, "Total Drama… hopefully, I can make it far," she simply said, filling the void for a few seconds as she continued walking along.
Chris and Chef looked over the apps for a few moments, and the host grinned as he looked over his latest victims, "What have we got here… quite a good group of campers, right Chef?"
He nudged the burly co-host, who simply nodded along as the host continued to talk, "Anyway, we've got the location, we've got the equipment, we've got the campers, and now all we need is the drama!" he chuckled, "So let's make sure this is the best season ever! Got it?"
"Yes sir," Chef snarked, rolling his eyes at the host's dramatics.
And there we have it, our full cast of sixteen victims… I mean campers! Sorry for taking so long to finish this, and if your OC didn't make it… well, other than a few, most of the apps I got were pretty good, so it was a tight race. I decided to include one of my own OCs in here, to fill a hole in the cast that not one of the submissions I got could, but I can confirm that Kira has a 0% chance of winning this thing.
Might as well settle this now to avoid later confusion, Kanna, Ember and Doppel are all non-binary and go by they/them, while Julia uses she/they pronouns. I don't wanna have to specify that later… so yeah.
Kira and Mikey aren't related either, they just so happen to share a last name lol.
I'll probably plan this for the next few weeks while I finish my exams, so that way I can come into this with a plan in mind. I've got a few challenge ideas already, so feel free to rest assured that I sort of know what I'm doing.
Again, to those of you with OCs, have I portrayed them right in this prologue?
Of course, the all-important cast list:
1: Anurag 'Anu' Merkit/Brillup Lilyheart - The Frog Roleplayer (The Feline Overlord)
2: Brooke Montgomery - The Thrift Shopper (Lillaptop)
3: Casey Desmond - The Copycat (Jade's One of a Kind)
4: Chander Wicker - The Aerobic Mischief (Space Zodiac)
5: Freddy Brown - The FNAF Fanatic (MorbidGinger)
6: Godfrey Ngakoue - The Charismatic Charmer (AZW330)
7: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Morgan Townsend - The Competitive Athlete (thedragonrooster)
8: Jessica Belle Quinn - The Mysterio-Like Magician (Tech-Star)
9: Jezebelle 'Jiggles' Soplo - The Sassy Puffball (Clown Princess Phoebe)
10: Julia Hughes - The Stoic Runaway (GirlPower54)
11: Kanna Horvat - The Popular 'Girl' (Grape Escape)
12: Kira Mitchell - The Opportunistic Gamer (Me)
13: Mikey Mitchell - The Weird Kid (Supaflywriterguy)
14: Octavia DuPont - The Media Darling (DaringDF1827)
15: Rival Seizon - The Selfless Vocalist (SinWriter7)
16: Tobias Wilson - The Short-Tempered Drummer (SilverSnow864)
And as always, stay hydrated, happy writing, and Kadachi out!