Loud and bustling. Two words to perfectly describe the frantic early morning of Toronto. Cars honking, buses rumbling and people chit-chatting in all directions. Within all of its liveliness, stood a disgruntled middle-aged woman, her hair gold and prestigious. She impatiently tapped her foot as she seemed to be waiting for something on a random city sidewalk. With the occasional glances at the time on her phone, the lady grew increasingly frustrated, mumbling some aggravations to herself. However, a large black limo turned down the corner to which the lady spotted, looking both relieved and annoyed.

The limo smoothly pulled up in front of her where the driver soon stepped out, tipping his cap. "Apologies for the late arrival, Ms. O'Holloran," he spoke, quickly pacing to the other side of the car to open up the side door. "You know how Toronto traffic can be."

The lady wasn't so forgiving as she glared at the driver. "If I miss this meeting because of you, you're history," she warned before sternly stepping inside the luxurious interior of the limousine. The driver pulled out a handkerchief while he closed the door behind her. He wiped some sweat from his forehead as he headed back to the driver's side.

Once he stepped in and swiftly pulled away from the curb, he glanced at the rear-view mirror to see the lady relaxed in the backseat, typing away on her phone. "You look absolutely gorgeous today, by the way," the driver complimented, admiring the red slim dress that she was wearing.

The lady simply frowned, not even prying her eyes away from her phone. "Don't try to suck up to me now," she replied bluntly. "Just take me to where I need to be as fast as possible."

"Absolutely, ma'am," the driver obeyed, abruptly flooring the limo. The lady let out all a small gasp as she nearly fell over at the sudden change in inertia. The driver saw this and smirked a little. "Hold on tight."

The lady clenched to her seat, clearly distressed but she did tell him to go as fast as possible after all. And in no time, the limo came to a complete halt, launching the poor lady forward. She grunted and groaned while the driver simply got out of the limo. He opened the side door to see the lady laid flat out on the floor, a little dazed and disheveled. "We're here, Ms. O'Holloran."

The lady quickly collected her bearings and slid out of the limo, glaring a hole into the driver. "You're so lucky you're not working for me," she grumbled.

"I got you to your meeting on time, didn't I?" the driver simply responded, nodding his head towards the tall building they were parked in front of. The lady's death stare was shifted towards the building in question, where she just groaned again. The driver tipped his cap to her, purposely oblivious to her disgruntled state. "Have a good one, ma'am." The driver headed back into the limo and left shortly after while the lady mumbled some qualms to herself, before straightening her hair a little and stepping inside the building.

Inside was a large lounge area with cushioned chairs scattered about. Soft, yellow light illuminated amongst the walls to her left, while the warm sunlight peered through the large windows on the other side. Up ahead was a desk with a secretary focused on her computer. She had a short brown haircut and wore some plain office wear. When the lady approached her, she peeked up from her computer and smiled. "Ah, Ms. Holloran," the secretary greeted, her name plate on her desk clearly revealing that her name was Veronica. "Cutting it short, I see."

The lady crossed her arms. "Blame the driver you sent," she replied, checking up to see the time on a clock nearby. Her meeting was happening in five minutes.

Veronica seemed to ignore the lady's agitated tone and instead rolled her chair over to a nearby phone. She quickly dialed a number and waited on the line for a bit until someone eventually picked up. "She's here," was all she said before swiftly hanging up and rotating herself back to the lady. "They should be on their way. Now please, relax yourself on one of those chairs until then."

Without much enthusiasm, the lady found a seat and sat there with one leg crossed over the other. She mostly sat there with her arms folded in front, not really fixated on things but she soon checked back on Veronica. The secretary was back to typing away on her computer as usual. Unimpressed, the lady turned away and spotted a nearby fish tank with some rather strange species swimming inside. There was this one exotic looking one with yellowish fins that she seemed most fixated on.

"Caught that beauty while in the Caribbean," said a baritone voice that startled the lady. She turned to see a tall, well-dressed man with slick black hair standing beside her. The man simply held out his hand. "John. John Peralta," he greeted. "You're Blaineley, right?"

The lady affirmed so with a weary nod while she gently shook his hand. "You must be the new guy in charge," she stated, as she got up to her feet

"Correct, and I believe you're here for that meeting Chris organized?" John asked.

Blaineley nodded again. "Where is that devil anyway?"

John gestured towards somewhere. "Come with me," he ordered calmly. Blaineley was then led towards a large elevator adjacent to the wall with the lights. Once both were inside, he pressed a button and the elevator began rising up. It was quiet for a few seconds before John spoke up. "Do you know why exactly Chris wanted you in this meeting?"

"All Chris told me was that it was for business reasons," Blaineley explained, watching the numbers of the elevator screen increase bit by bit. "Is the meeting on the top floor or something?"

"It'll partake in my office," John explained. "So yes."

The elevator then stopped and the door slid open, allowing Blaineley and John to step out onto a large hallway. To their right was a large stretch of windows that unveiled the city below. Blaineley admired the great views as she followed John towards his office. She could see all the cars jam packed with each other. Like tiny little ants.

John's office was at the end of the hall. Standing by the front door was a big, burly African man in a security guard outfit. John greeted him with a wave. "Morning, Samson," he greeted. Samson smiled and opened up the office door for him. Blaineley followed after.

His office had walls that were shaded a pleasant, welcoming shade of green. There was a luxurious set of bookshelves on the left side of the room and at the back of the room was John's desk. It was mahogany in color and quite heavy, littered with all kinds of personal items as well. However, all of the papers and pens were kept rather neat. Finally, behind his desk displayed a magnificent set of windows that had just as incredible of a view as the ones out in the hall.

John pulled out a chair that was placed in front of his desk, allowing Blaineley to sit comfortably. She was a bit confused as she took her seat. "So where's Chris?" she asked.

"He told me he had to get some things," John explained as he took his seat in front of his desk. "It's why I only came down to retrieve you."

Blaineley nodded slowly as she eyed around the place. "Quite the office," she remarked. "Much different than the last guy's."

John chuckled a little as he neatly pushed aside a small cup of sorts. "Tried to make it look like my old one back in America," he stated. "Although the walls were orange in that one." After a moment, John pulled out a manila folder from his desk and plopped it down. "I suppose we could start without Chris for now."

"Oh," Blaineley said, as she eyed the folder with slight intrigue. "Where should we begin then?"

"Well first of all, it should be noted that we are in the midst of wrapping up our current season of Total Drama," John explained as he opened up the folder. The very first page Blaineley could see was a document with the title "Metamorphia" etched at the top. John flipped the folder around so it was right-side-up for her. "Are you familiar with it?"

Blaineley read through a bit of the document, her eyebrows slowly raising more and more. "I'm not even going to ask about the logistics of such," she remarked.

"It's an ambitious project but it seems to be paying off," John added, taking the document back. "Either way, this isn't exactly why we brought you here."

Before Blaineley could question any further, the door to the office opened and in walked a man with a chiseled face full of stubble and charm. "Ah good," the man said. "We've started already."

"Just in time, Chris," John said as the man in question took a seat right next to Blaineley. John handed him the folder shortly after.

"So…" Chris hummed as he read through some things before handing a sheet of paper to Blaineley. "Take a look at this."

Blaineley quickly skimmed through, her jaw dropping a little. "There's absolutely no way Total Drama is pulling ratings this high," she refused. "Didn't Pahkitew bomb?"

"I told you that it's been paying off," John replied with a sly grin.

"As you can clearly see, Metamorphia has been our most successful season yet," Chris added, feeling quite proud of such accomplishment. "You can obviously attribute most of it to me."

"Well it's mainly due to the fact that fans have been loving the unique settings," John corrected, getting Chris to drop his smug smile a little. "And perhaps the new direction in tone we've been trying. Folks sure do love an intense drama more than anything."

Chris took another document and read through it for a bit. "With success comes high demand," he stated, flipping to another page. "So naturally, we've got future seasons to plan out. I'm gonna be busy, that's for sure."

"Well what does this have to do with me then?" Blaineley asked before being handed another document. "Moogle?" she read with bewilderment.

"Y'know, the giant tech conglomerate that runs most of the internet browsing we do," Chris explained. "Due to the success of Metamorphia, they've offered us a crazy deal."

Blaineley read some more. "Santa Clara's own Palace of New Technological Advancements?" She saw a picture of some type of giant hotel complex underneath. "What, is this some fancy new resort they're trying to promote?"

"Essentially," John affirmed. "It's part of a massive tech project they've been working on and they want us to demonstrate it all to a world wide audience."

Blaineley lowered the document and did not seem to understand. "It's a hotel?" she pointed out. "What is there to even demonstrate?"

"Did you not read the name of the whole thing?" Chris questioned, rolling his eyes. "'New Technological Advancements', duh!"

"You see, Moogle wants to work with us in a new Total Drama season," John further elaborated. "Not only to promote their new resort but also a new investment they've been working on." He pointed at Chris and the folder. "Mind showing her that document?"

Blaineley was then handed another sheet of paper. This one with a picture of some sort of crazy-looking machine with multiple seats attached to it. Each seat had some sort of futuristic headset propped above them. "Oh my…" was all she uttered.

"Crazy, right?" Chris piped, pointing at some of the details. "They basically are making a Matrix. Any world you could possibly program can be put into this baby. It's the big kahuna of virtual reality."

"So they hook you up and then just put you in some fake world?" Blaineley asked, still clearly trying to wrap her head around such concepts.

"Well, to put it more precisely," John attempted to clarify, even though he too wasn't the most sure how exactly it worked. "It sort of just creates a virtual copy of you to temporarily be used for whatever worlds are created. Think like an avatar of sorts."

"And they want us to use it for another season," Chris added. "Each world could represent a unique challenge for the contestants to deal with. And since it's all virtual, it can be as dangerous and harmful as ever with no real consequences." He let out a small sinister chuckle.

Blaineley seemed quite impressed. "Sounds very sadistic," she said, smirking over towards Chris. "I can see why you want to take this deal."

Chris grimaced at first but soon sighed disappointedly. "Well unfortunately for me, I won't be able to host this one," he confessed. "It just so happens that I'm already set to host another season that we had previously planned."

"So? Why not just do this after?" Blaineley suggested before Chris pointed at something at the document again. "Oh, I see… The resort is supposed to open to the public next Summer."

"And because of that, Chris won't be able to host this season," John explained. "He's already dedicated a lot of time for the next upcoming season. Well, the next one before this one was proposed to us."

"I see," Blaineley understood. "Conflicting schedules means that there is no host yet for this Moogle season… Oh I see where this is going."

"So are you up for the task?" John asked, already on the same wavelength. "Almost all of the expenses will be taken care of by Moogle and you'll for sure be given access to all over the resort."

"Mmm… beautiful Santa Clara, California," Blaineley said, daydreaming a bit about things. She quickly nodded her head. "I'm definitely on board."

John grew a big smile. "Great, welcome to the team," he said, standing up to shake her hand, making it official. "We will contact Moogle with this information and then you'll be tasked with further negotiations, including casting, film crew and such. It's officially your show this season."

"Woohoo…" Chris mumbled to himself.

Blaineley flaunted her hair back a little, egging Chris on a little. "Worried that this might mean I'll permanently take your job at some point?" she teased.

Chris let out an unamused laugh. "As if you could ever walk in my shoes," he snarked back.

Blaineley let out a provocative giggle before turning back to John. "So… what exact kind of worlds are we putting the contestants in anyways?" she asked with an excited smile.

"Ah yes, I should've mentioned the other deal we were offered," John replied, quickly retrieving another folder from his desk.

As he opened it up, Blaineley's smile quickly dropped. "Video games?" she remarked with disgust. "You want me to host a Total Drama season about video games!?"

John simply shrugged off her response. "Do you want the job or not?" he questioned. Blaineley sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Don't worry, we've made sure to hire some interns that can help you. Obviously, I can tell your knowledge of sorts isn't maybe up to par for a job like this."

Chris then blew a whistle through his fingers, piercing Blaineley's ear a bit. As she winced in discomfort, the office door opened again and in came three individuals. "Here will be your helpers for this upcoming season," Chris explained, pointing to the first individual. He was a chunky guy with curly brown hair and dinky glasses. His face was scattered with stubby facial hair and his outfit was quite out-of-fashion. "Meet an old former camper of mine, Sam. He's gonna be your resident video game expert. Ask him any questions you have about games and he'll for sure know the answers."

Sam chuckled nervously and awkwardly waved at Blaineley. "What's up, um… Miss O'Brien, was it?" he asked. However, Blaineley's unamused and peeved stare just made the gamer grow a little red in the face.

Chris pointed at the next individual. "And this is Frank," he shared. "He's from that Metamorphia season we talked about. His specialty is advertising and such. You see, the game companies you'll be working with obviously want a little of that product placement and in-show promotion. Trust me, he'll have you covered."

Frank wore a simple red t-shirt and khaki pants. He was busy chatting on his phone but he stopped for a moment to greet himself. "It'll be a pleasure doing business," he said before going right back to his call.

"Right…" Chris said, glaring a little at him. Afterwards, he pointed towards the final individual. "Lastly, this is Meghan. She's also from Metamorphia and will help you with any tech related things. After all, you are working with one of the largest tech companies in the world."

Meghan happily waved. "Uh, hi, I'm super excited to work with you and on this new season," she greeted.

Blaineley eyed Meghan a little, almost in an analytical manner. "Hey Chris, you don't suppose I could use them as personal servants alongside everything else?" she pondered, causing Meghan to be a little weary and suspicious.

"Of course, do whatever you want with them," Chris permitted. "They're interns after all."

Blaineley chuckled a little to herself before pointing directly at Meghan. "You there, Ms. Techie or whatever," she called. "Due to being in such a rush to get to this meeting, I haven't had my iced mocha latte with low-fat cream yet. Fetch me one right now."

Meghan was taken aback and looked over towards Chris. "Uhhh, I'm not technically on duty yet, right?" she asked hopefully.

Chris shook his head. "You heard the lady, get to it," he reinforced. Meghan groaned in frustration, causing Chris to frown. "Do you want to lose this internship?"

Meghan immediately stiffened up and quickly recomposed herself. "No, no, no, I'll go get her the latte, I promise!" she replied frantically before awkwardly heading out of the office to go and do such.

John watched this all silently at his desk before speaking up. "Well, I suppose this meeting is adjourned," he said, pointing at Blaineley. "You'll get a call from a Moogle representative soon. There's also another limo waiting for you back down."

Blaineley sucked in her cheek a little, eyeing over towards Chris. "Get better drivers next time, by the way," she demanded.

"Nah, I think they're doing just fine of a job," Chris declined, giving her a wink.

Blaineley let out a small scoff. "Of course…" she mumbled under her breath.

/

The elevator doors slid open once again as Blaineley stepped out back into the lounge area. She could see the limo waiting for her from inside and sighed. Once outside, she was soon stopped by someone. "Oh, it's you," she said. "Got my latte?"

Meghan nodded and handed her a cup that she had bought from a local coffee shop. Blaineley took it and tasted it a little. Immediately, she spat it out, spraying some of it on a shocked Meghan's face. "I asked for low-fat cream, you useless imbecile!" she shouted, dropping the cup in disgust and leaving Meghan with nothing but the spilled contents that were now soaking a bit of her shoes.

As Blaineley packed herself into the limousine which drove off shortly after, Meghan simply watched it go, sulking from the berating she had just got. "What have I gotten myself into…?" she quietly asked herself.

Well here we are with the prologue to this new, exciting story that I've been planning. Hopefully everything about the premise is clear and captivating to you all. This will be a pretty lengthy story, featuring characters from both myself and others but I won't go into that until next chapter. As of now, it's all about Blaineley and how she's gonna be the hostess for this particular season. A season all about video games!

Each challenge will be based on a different video game and they can range from the dark, horrorific halls of a Resident Evil game to the training and battles of a Pokemon game. Due to some of the graphic nature of some of the games that will be used here, I have the rating as an "M" rating. With that, this story will also be way less censored, if practically not at all. So expect swears, violence and other adulty grown-upy stuff. But also expect a wackier and funnier tone than my other stories. I'm going for the same energy as my old fanfic, "Total Drama Video Game Island" since the premises are very similar.

One last thing to note is our three interns. I'm sure many of you already know Sam. I figured a season about video games would definitely need him. But Frank and Meghan, you may not know. I recommend then that you read a bit of the story that they're from, the aptly named Total Drama Metamorphia. I heard it's a pretty good story or something like that. :P

That's all I have for you for now so until then, stay hydrated and have a great day!