Author's Note
The next chapter is here, and spoiler alert...it is LONG!
This was originally supposed to be split up into two parts when I first made the story, but I decided to make it one long chapter.
Anyways, please enjoy.
-MisterStevenson
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xx15: I hadn't seen a story like this before, hence why I decided to write it.
ToxiVillain: I'm glad you like it. And i've been spending a lot more time with my family...and maybe procrastination contributed a bit.
The screen faded into a completely overgrown island, about ¾ the size of Camp Wawanakwa. There were wildflowers everywhere, animals roaming about, and the shoreline was covered in seaweed and seashells.
The peacefulness was broken up however, when a stylish young man with dirty blonde hair came into view. "What's up, all you handsome devils and sexy succubi? It's me…Topher Gray." He introduced in a suave tone.
"You all may know me from my performances in "Orange Jackets", "The Successor", and "Endless Winter". But now i'm bringing you my biggest role yet…the host of the newest season of Total Drama!" Topher exclaimed.
Topher then began walking through the overgrown foliage. "So here's the cinch, twenty campers have been carefully selected to spend the next two months here at the recently purchased Isle Bon Marche! And like with past seasons, there will be a challenge every three days, followed by an elimination ceremony." Topher explained.
It then cut to Topher walking up to ten tree stumps surrounding a hastily made fire pit. "Said ceremonies will take place at this bonfire pit. Where all but one sad sap will receive…one of these." Topher proceeded to pull out a bag of marshmallows and opened it.
"Mmm, the smell of sugar, corn syrup, and pure anxiety…" Topher commented. "And in the end, only one of these wackjobs will be left standing, and receive a prize of 1 million dollars! So how will our colorful bunch of campers fare on this deserted island? Will someone get hurt? Hehe, MAYBE not. Find out right here, on Total…Drama…Rejects!" Topher exclaimed.
"...Seriously, THAT'S the name you guys came up with?" Topher questioned through an earpiece.
(Fade to Opening Theme)
Dear Mom and Dad, i'm doin' fine!
You guys are on my mind!
Ya asked me what I wanted to be,
And now I think the answer is plain to see!
I wanna be…famous!
I want to live close to the sun…
Well pack your bags 'cause i've already won!
Everything to prove, nothin' in my way.
I'll get there one day.
'Cause I wanna be…famous!
(Na-na nananana, nanana-nana, na-nananananaaaa)
I wanna be! I wanna be! I wanna be famous! (Na-na nananana, nanana-nana, na-nananananaaaa)
[Whistling]
(Fade Back)
It opened back up to show Topher standing on a recently built dock. "Hey guys, welcome back! Like the opening? Yeah, I wasn't much for the last one." Topher rambled. "Anyways, let's get right into the meat and potatoes of this show…the competitors!" Topher clapped his hands before walking down the dock.
"And it seems our first camper is already here!" Topher exclaimed, before a boat came into view. It dropped off a white boy with blonde hair wearing a white t-shirt beneath a dark yellow, plaid sports jacket, jeans, and red tennis shoes.
"Enzo, congrats on being the first one here!" Topher congratulated. "Why thank you…uh, who're you again? And where's the camp?" Enzo asked. "*sigh* It's me, Topher Gray…upcoming celebrity…? Past Total Drama contestant…?" Topher listed off, getting annoyed.
"I mean…I GUESS I kinda sorta remember you. But what about the camp?" Enzo reiterated. "Oh, that'll be revealed in due time." Topher cryptically hinted at. "And hey, looks like camper numero dos has entered the game!" Topher motioned to the end of the dock.
It panned over to show a short tan girl with purple hair, wearing a violet sweatshirt, dark purple pants, black boots, a black belt, and a dark purple face mask. "Gabriela, welcome to Isle Bon Marche!" Topher greeted.
"Greetings, previous Chris-wannabe. I look forward to using my skills as a ninja in this competition." Gabriela said in a polite and graceful tone. "Huh, i've never heard of a Puerto Rican ninja before, this'll be interesting." Topher commented. "I'm sure it will be." Gabriela bowed, before joining Enzo at the end of the dock."
"Umm…that's a child." Enzo pointed out. "Si, y ya más inteligente que tu." Gabriela said, rolling her eyes and gaining an accent. Then, a pair of black high heels stepped onto the dock. It slowly panned up to show a white girl with dark brown hair styled in a bun, wearing glasses, a white dress shirt, dark brown cardigan, black pencil skirt, and a black tie. "Ivy, looks like we got ourselves a smart girl." Topher greeted.
"Yes, bask in my presence. I have the best grades out of my entire school, i'm head of every club, and i'm going to be my class' Valedictorian." Ivy gloated. "Uh, please pardon my sudden rudeness but…who the hell asked?" Gabriella asked in a sassy tone.
"Hey, ease up on the lady. She's super smart, super sexy, and has just as much of a right to be here as any of us." Enzo said, winking at Ivy. "...Simp." Gabriela mumbled. "*chuckle* It seems that i'm still praised no matter where I go." Ivy boasted, before the next boat came.
It dropped off two people. The first was a white boy with brown hair, wearing a gold and white football jersey, brown shorts, and gold cleats. And the second was a white girl with light-brown hair styled into pigtails, and wearing a white and gold cheerleading uniform, black bike shorts, and white tennis shoes.
"Hey hey hey, looks like we got a package deal with this one!" Topher said. "Hello! My name's Kimberley!" The girl waved. "And my name's…" The boy began. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. I asked what your name was." Topher reiterated.
"Uh…um…" "Come on baby, use your words." Kimberley hugged the boy. "Jordan! Hello, my name is Jordan!" He suddenly exclaimed. "Hahaha, a cowardly football player! This stuff just writes itself." Topher smirked.
"Hey! He's not cowardly!" Kimberley stomped her foot. "It's okay babe, let's just join the others…alright?" Jordan asked. "...Alright." The two walked past Topher and off the screen. "I wonder who the next wacky competitor will be?" Topher asked nobody.
Then the next competitor showed up…but he didn't look all that wacky. Slowly walking down the dock was a white boy with black hair, wearing a black sweater, black shorts, and black boots. "Evan, so nice of you to make it." Topher greeted.
"...I forsook my name a long time ago…" The boy said…a mixture of depressed and whiny. "Oh right, you're the emo kid…Sleet, so nice of you to make it." Topher corrected his past greeting. "I don't conform to this society's preconceived naming systems…learn that quickly." Sleet said to the host, before walking to the end of the dock.
"Oh. My. God…please tell me he's not wearing shorts with that outfit." Kimberley remarked. Sleet proceeded to glare at the cheerleader, completely offended by said remark. If the last introduction was dark and depressing, the next one was the complete opposite.
"RARGH! I FU-*bleep*-ING HATE THIS PLACE! STUPID MOM, STUPID SHOW, RARGH!" Shouted a white boy with spiky black hair, wearing a black double sleeve t-shirt with the word "FEELINGS" written in big silver letters, grey jeans, red sneakers, and he had a silver earring in his left ear.
He was stomping down the dock, growling the whole way. "Horace…" Topher greeted, also moving out of the way of the boy. "What's his problem?" Ivy asked. "With the…"colorful" choice of words he's using, i'd say he was brought here against his will." Gabriela answered. "How saddening…" Sleet added.
Horace joined the rest of the group, arms crossed and muttering LOTS of angry stuff. After that, the next boat showed up, and dropped off someone that even made Topher go wide-eyed. It was a tan boy with blonde hair, wearing a black shirt, white suit jacket, white dress pants with matching shoes, and even a gold chain.
"So, I got a feeling that you're Tony?" Topher asked. "You'd be right." Tony answered with an Italian accent. "So, according to your video, you thought this show would be a nice change of pace…well is it?" Topher asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well…the beautiful outdoors is certainly a change from my Father's casino, it's almost quiet on an eerie level." Tony noted. "Well, I guess you could call it a vacation then?" Topher suggested. But Tony only laughed at Topher's suggestion, and walked to the end of the dock.
"Well, that guy's got some flair to him." Topher commented, before the next contestant was dropped off. It was a white girl with dark brown hair, wearing glasses, a white hoodie, light blue jeans, and white sneakers.
"Leah, it's my pleasure to welcome you to Isle Bon Marche!" Topher greeted the girl. "...You know that Bon Marche means "cheap" in French…right?" Leah asked in a monotone voice. "...Of course I know that! You think I, the host of the show, don't even know what the island's name means?" Topher nervously laughed. "You're a riot, y'know that?" Topher asked.
"..." Leah just proceeded to pull her hood over her head, and make her way down the dock. Topher pressed a button on his earpiece. "Hey, how much did the network spend on this island exactly…? Well that explains the name." Topher said with a stone faced expression.
"Hey…how you doin'?" Enzo asked seductively. Leah merely glanced at him before looking down at the water, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "She's quiet and bored with it all…we will get along nicely." Sleet commented. "You WILL get along? Pretty bold of you to assume, sad-bro." Jordan interjected.
Another thud indicated another camper had arrived. This time it was a white girl with faded blue hair, wearing a cyan shirt with a picture of a cat wearing sunglasses on the front, ripped jeans, a mismatched pair of fingerless gloves, dirty sneakers being held together with paper clips and rubber bands, and what appeared to be a crude attempt at stitching an orange and green beanie together.
"Brooke, welcome…nice outfit." Topher complimented insincerely. "Shouldn't be, I got this stuff outta the garbage." Brooke nonchalantly said. "So where's the beds at? I wanna sleep on somethin' not made of cardboard!" Brooke exclaimed.
"Those will come…soon. But first, if you would?" Topher motioned to the other contestants. "Aight, cool." Brooke made her way over to the others. "A rugged-looking girl? You may just be the second prettiest person here." Enzo smiled.
"Will you pick a girl already!?" Gabriela exclaimed. "I'm not rugged, i'm kinda…homeless." Brooke explained, although she was blushing a bit at Enzo's shallow advance. "Well that explains the filth of that outfit you're wearing." Ivy huffed.
Just then, the atmosphere turned a little more sinister as the next boat came and dropped off the next camper. It was a white boy with silver hair, wearing a buttoned-up black overcoat, black pants, and black boots. "GAHAHAHAHAHA! It is time for you foolish mortals to bow to your new supreme overlord!" He cackled.
"...Who the fu-*bleep* is this nutjob?" Tony asked. "Awestricken? Good! It is only natural now that you've laid eyes on this season's antagonist!" The boy made some weird poses before continuing. "I am the Theseus of Thunder! The Lord of Lightning! The Earl of Electricity! But for now, you all may refer to me as…Steve!" The boy introduced himself so crazily, everyone was stunned into silence.
"...This guy is reminding me of Max, I hate him, I hope he leaves first." Topher broke the silence with his bitter thoughts. "*chuckles* You can't comprehend me because I am one of a kind…my Mother tells me so every morning." Steve mumbled the last part.
The next boat came and dropped off a white boy with brown hair, and wearing a long sleeve brown shirt, blue jeans, and grey tennis shoes. "Dane, welcome aboard the ship to Crazytown!" Topher greeted the boy. Dane responded by silently looking at everyone. "Oh no, please tell me he's not another quiet kid." Ivy begged. "I'd prefer if EVERYONE here shut their mouths." Horace grumbled.
But what Dane actually did was pull a microphone out of his pocket, and clear his throat. "What's up Total Drama, how we feelin'?" Dane asked. "..." The only response he got was a cricket sound effect. "Personally, i'm feeling good. So good that I could help my Dad build a couch, but that usually cuts into my ice cream time, and my Mom goes into a meltdown over jewelry." Dane seemingly tried to tell three jokes at once, and the crowd was dead silent.
"...That sucked!" Horace shouted. "Abucheo!" Gabriela joined in. "Ah come on, someone had to like it…right?" Dane asked, but nobody answered. "And after that abomination of comedy, comes our next contestant." Topher motioned to someone offscreen.
The camera panned over to show a black boy with black hair, wearing a blue striped polo shirt, khaki shorts, and brown sandals. "(Hello, my name is Douglas. But you can call me Doug.)" He introduced in sign language.
"Uh…Douglas, you have to say something." Topher said. "(I was born deaf, hence why I am communicating like this. Oh, I also like to go fishing!)" Douglas continued. "Okay then, just go join the others." Topher said, which got a thumbs up by Douglas.
"It seems that this one can't properly communicate. No matter, I will do the courteous thing and introduce myself." Ivy said before walking up to Douglas. "*ahem* Greetings, my name is Ivy, and i'm the smartest individual here, but it is still a pleasure to meet you." Ivy said with her voice.
"(Fish eyesore bubble tape, light meat you.)" Ivy said with her hands. "..."(I can read lips, and I think you REALLY need to work on your sign language.)" Douglas stated. It then cut to the end of the dock, where a pair of purple sandals touched down.
It panned up to show a chubby white girl with rainbow hair and wearing a sleeveless rainbow dress. "Hi everyone! My name is Beatrice, nice to meet you all!" Beatrice eagerly introduced herself. "Whoa…she's a real cutie, that's for sure." Enzo commented. "...You've just had plenty of girlfriends, haven't you?" Gabriela continued to roll her eyes at Enzo. "Hehe, you're a child, you know not how dating works." Enzo responded.
It cut back to Beatrice, who had begun to skip down to the end of the dock. "Hello, future friends and teammates! I promise to be the best team player ever!" Beatrice shouted. "At least that's good to know…" Tony commented. "And I promise to put smiles on all your faces!" Beatrice quickly got behind Horace and turned his frown upside down. "Get your fingers outta my mouth!" Horace shouted.
"S-Sorry!" Beatrice complied, just as the next boat arrived. And out strutted a black girl with pink hair, and wearing a pink belly shirt, jean shorts, and pink flip flops. "Ali, welcome to the show, have a nice ride?" Topher asked.
"Yeah, the way you guys been treatin' me has been gucci AF so far." Ali responded, chewing some gum and looking at her phone. "Well, you threatened to have your followers cancel us if we didn't accept you." Topher added.
"Mm-hmm." Ali blew a bubble before walking to the end of the dock. "...So you said it was a guy named Jim responsible for this cast…? Just making sure." Topher spoke into his earpiece. "Hey hey, here with the rep. How's it hangin' brotha?" Ali asked Douglas. "(Get away from me!)" Douglas signaled. "Such a mood, I know." Ali said.
It then cut to the next camper. It was an Asian girl wearing a beige long sleeve collared shirt, a brown leather jacket, brown pants, sturdy boots, and a wide-brim fedora. "Um, Hanako is it?" Topher asked. "You bet your ass my name is Hanako!" The girl responded, tipping her hat to the host.
"Good, so…what's with the getup?" Topher asked, motioning to her outfit. "Oh, well my audition didn't make it entirely clear, but i'm a treasure hunter!" Hanako explained, putting her hands on her hips. "Really?" "Yep!" "Wow…I don't care. Go join the others." Topher and Hanako conversed.
Hanako made a pouty face, before promptly joining the rest of the gang. "Y'know…I think treasure hunting's pretty hot." Enzo whispered. "Alright, so who's next?" Topher looked at a piece of paper, before a pair of heavy footsteps approached the host.
The camera panned over to the source of said footsteps. It was a tall, muscular, white girl with dark brown hair styled in a ponytail. And she was wearing a red tank top, white pants, and dark blue gym shoes.
"Heyyyy, so you're the host?" The girl asked. "Uh, yes I am." Topher asked with a hint of shock in his voice. "Awesome! The name's Trish, bring it in, man!" "Sorry, I don't do hu-" but Topher was interrupted by Trish suddenly grabbing him and giving him a big hug anyway.
"M-My spine!" Topher choked. "Oops, sorry man." Trish let go of Topher, who just crumpled to the ground. "*inhale* *exhale* Trish, everyone!" Topher exclaimed. Then the next camper stepped onto the dock.
It was a pale boy with black hair, and wearing a dark green army uniform, black pants, black boots, and wearing a medical mask. "By the uniform…I guess you're Sebastian?" Topher guessed. "You would be correct in assuming so." Sebastian extended a hand to Topher.
"I honestly wasn't expecting to be chosen, considering the past contestants have been exclusively made up of teenagers." Sebastian said. "Well…this is a strange season." Topher vaguely responded, while getting to his feet.
"Hmm…I consider myself a strange person, so I suppose that evens things out." Sebastian added, before gracefully walking to the end of the dock. "Well hi there!" Beatrice greeted. "Greetings to you, and to all of you." Sebastian greeted back.
"(Welcome to the island, bro.)" Douglas also greeted. "Ah! I see…(Thank you, it is a pleasure to be here.)" Sebastian also used signs. Douglas seemed to beam at the fact there was another person who knew sign language on this island.
But before he could sign something else, another boat came and left. Dropping off an Indian girl with blonde hair with lime green highlights, and wearing a brown vest beneath a trenchcoat, a white shirt, green skirt, green knee socks, brown shoes, and a pair of goggles.
"Monisha! Welcome to Isle Bon Marche, hope you enjoy your stay." Topher tried to sound polite, but just came across as condescending. "Thank you. Although I kinda was expecting Chris." Monisha commented.
"Well, Chris MAY have stepped away for a while, so now i'm hosting the show!" Topher smiled before cutting back to Monisha. "Hm, alright then." Monisha then began walking to the other side of the dock, but stopped halfway.
"Um…you do realize-" "Yes, I know the island's name means "Cheap", don't gotta remind me!" Topher interrupted. "...Just checking." Monisha said before joining the group. "What're you supposed to be? Some kinda scientist?" Tony asked. "Precisely, I am an inventor…I also dabble a little in the medical field as well." Monisha half bragged, half…warned?
It cut back to Topher afterwards. "*sigh* And the final contestant should be here shortly…" Topher looked at the paper, suddenly the final boat zoomed past the dock, quickly dropping off the last camper.
"Oh God, what's that awful stench!?" Topher quickly covered his nose before laying eyes on the source. It was an overweight white guy with disheveled black hair, wearing a dirty grey t-shirt, blue pants with a "questionable" stain on them, pink tennis shoes, and he was holding a samurai sword.
"Greetings mortals, I am Markus the Super Ninja Extraordinary!" He then did a bunch of kung-fu poses. "Urgh, i've seen drunk people throw up and piss themselves…but by God is this up there!" Tony exclaimed. "Do they just let anyone on this show?" Jordan asked. "Well…i'd say so." Brooke answered, not at all bothered with the smell.
"Oh no, no no no no no!" Gabriela put her hood up and marched over to the Weeaboo. "Ah, a fellow ninja…and a girl at that!?" Markus exclaimed. "You are no ninja…and that is no katana!" Gabriela unsheathed her katana as proof.
"Oh ninja-san, I will show you that I also have the skills, baka!" Markus unsheathed his own samurai sword, which looked fake and impractical as all hell. "Um, should we confiscate those?" Topher asked through his earpiece. "No…? Alright." Topher went back to watching the confrontation.
"I will strike you down and bring honor to my clan!" Markus shouted…before Gabriela simply yanked the fake katana out of his hands, and threw it into the water. "NO, MY POWER!" Markus got down on his knees.
"A grown man overpowered by a little girl…that's a damn shame." Tony shook his head. "Patetica." Gabriela said to Markus, then walked back to the group. "So, with that little sideshow out of the way, we can officially get things started!" Topher announced.
"About time." Horace grumbled. "Let's do this!" Kimberley exclaimed. "*sigh* Whatever…" Sleet mumbled. "Okay, now everyone follow me to the firepit. There we'll assign teams, and take the picture for all the promo material!" Topher clapped his hands together.
"Alright, get a move on campers!" Topher exclaimed, before promptly cutting to a shot of him facing the twenty campers. "This is Isle Bon Marche, your home for the next two months." Topher began.
"Take a good, long look at the people surrounding you. Because they could be anything to you. Your friends, your enemies, or nothing…because you just got voted out!" Topher explained.
"(I didn't catch that last part. What'd he say?)" "(He said the people around us could be friends, enemies, or just people to vote off.)" "(Ohhh.)" Douglas and Sebastian conversed. "Alright, now it's time to sort the teams!" Topher pulled out a piece of paper.
"Um, just one question first?" Ivy spoke up. "Shoot." "Why is this island relatively empty and brimming with plants?" "Good question…one that i'm ignoring." Topher and Ivy bantered. "So anyways, when I call your name, go stand over there." Topher instructed.
"Leah, Brooke, Sleet, Dane, Sebastian, Trish, Kimberley, Douglas, Gabriela, and Jordan! You bunch will be known as the Mighty Seagulls!" Topher announced. He then threw a light blue banner to Trish, which unfurled to reveal a picture of a flexing seagull.
"Whoa…cool." Trish said. "Eh, could do better than a seagull." Dane added. "And as for the rest of you…Hanako, Ivy, Enzo, Horace, Monisha, Tony, Ali, Beatrice, Steve, and Markus! Line up, line up!" Topher ordered.
"Your team will be called the Scuttling Beetles!" Topher announced. "What!? You expect me to be on a team called the Scuttling Beetles!?" Steve spoke up. "Uh…kinda." Topher shrugged, but Steve didn't look happy.
"*sigh* Alright wise guy, what would YOU call it?" Topher asked. "...The All-Powerful Beetles!" Steve answered with a grin. "That's the dumbest-" "I like that name! I second the change!" Beatrice exclaimed. "Being all-powerful feels much more satisfying than being…scuttling." Ivy added. "...I GUESS it's kinda cool." Horace also added.
"Whatevs…" Ali said. "Alright, fine! Your team name is now the All-Powerful Beetles, ya happy?" Topher asked, hands on his hips. "*chuckles* Very much so." Steve responded. Topher then threw them a purple banner, which unfurled to reveal a picture of an angry beetle. "Hey, same team." Jordan said. "*giggle* Looks like it." Kimberley responded.
"Okay, and now for the group picture!" Topher pulled out a camera from…somewhere. "Now, Mighty Seagulls stand to the left, and All-Powerful Beetles to the right." Topher instructed. Both teams obliged, and stood (or sat) on both sides of the fire pit.
"Now everyone say, Bon Marche!" Topher smiled. "Bon Marche!" Everyone called out, before the camera flash went off. "Alright guys, one more thing. Each and every one of you will be on camera in all public places, every single day." "What!? That's some Older Brother sh-*bleep* right there!" Horace shouted.
"Wait, don't you know ANYTHING about this show?" Monisha asked. "No, and I never intended to." Horace answered. "...Any-who!" Topher continued.
(Confessional)
Topher- "The campers will also be able to share all their juicy secrets and dark thoughts in this confession booth…or maybe you just wanna vent about something?"
Horace: "…This blows."
Leah: "I guess I can come here for some peace and quiet."
Sebastian: "There are quite a number of worthy competitors on the island…I will have to bring my A-Game."
Dane: "I'm so psyched to be here, I got a whole audience at any given moment!"
Hanako: "So, I think this island might be untouched or something…perfect for treasure hunting!"
(Confessional End)
"Now everyone report to the Lodge, because it's time for…"lunch"." Topher chuckled ominously. "Oh, and before anyone asks, the cabins WILL come later." Topher quickly added, making Brooke snap her fingers.
It then cut to the outside of a recently built building. "Alright kids, listen up!" A deep, gruff voice shouted, as the camera cut to the inside of the building.. "I serve it three times a day, so whatever it is, you will eat it three times a day!" The ever-familiar voice of Chef Hatchet shouted at the twenty campers.
"*gasp* Free food too!? This place is awesome!" Brooke happily exclaimed. "Let's see what kind of cuisine they'll be serving before we celebrate." Ivy interjected. Dane grabbed the first tray and went up to Chef.
"Alright, lay it on me, big guy." Dane said with confidence. Chef proceeded to put a plate of…something on Dane's tray. "What the hell is that!?" Horace shouted. "It looks like…ugh, I don't even know what it is!" Ivy exclaimed.
"Hey, don't insult a man's food like that. I'm sure he worked real hard on it. Dane said, while Chef just looked at him, expressionless. Hanako was next in line. "Uh…are there maggots in the food?" She asked.
"So what if there are?" Chef responded. "Just asking." Hanako grabbed her tray and left. "Hey, load me up with stuff! I'm hungry!" Brooke slid into frame. "..." Chef dumped a large scoop of the earthy-slimy substance on Brooke's tray.
"Aww yeah baby!" Brooke rubbed her hands together before walking offscreen. It then cut to a shot of both teams eating. Some were indifferent about the food, most were grossed out, and one was REALLY happy.
"*grumble* Food…*grumble* stupid show…" Horace poked at his food. "Hey, why so angry, teamie?" Beatrice looked over. "None of your business, that's why!" Horace responded. "This yum-yum isn't sugoii at all." Markus was bummed out.
"No offense, but your stench isn't "sugoii" either." Monisha pointed out. "A transcended being such as myself has no need for Earthly matters, like showering." Markus proudly said. "Oh lord." Tony nearly threw up.
Meanwhile, at the other team's table. "..." "(Hey, what is up? My name is Douglas, what is yours?" Douglas tapped Leah's shoulder and introduced himself. "..." Leah didn't say anything, and went back to her food. "(Wow, rude.)" Douglas signed.
"Heh, you really showed that guy the business earlier, huh?" Trish leaned a little closer to Gabriela. "His actions were forsaking the ninja code…and I could not allow that." Gabriela explained.
"So like, you call yourself a ninja and stuff, you even carry a super cool katana…! But what about actual ninja training? And is that outfit supposed to be…some custom robes or something?" Trish asked. "This is a homemade ninja outfit I made, and as for my ninja training…that is a story for another time." Gabriela responded.
And then Topher walked through the door. "Hello campers and campettes, how we doing?" He asked. "This food is tasteless…yet tastes like everything at the same time." Sleet answered. "Well, you'll all be happy to know that it's time to go to the cabins!" Topher announced.
"Ugh, finally!" "The waiting has been rewarded." "Woohoo, beds!" Ivy, Sebastian, and Brooke all reacted. "It's also where i'll announce the first challenge, so don't be late!" Topher exited the Mess Hall.
"So, what do you think the challenge'll be?" Jordan asked. "Whatever it is, surely it's nothing too crazy." Kimberley answered. It then cut to a shot of all twenty campers with shocked expressions, then to a shot of two large piles of wood.
"...So THAT'S why he waited so long to show us." Sebastian commented.
(Cut to Commercial)
It faded into Topher, standing in what appeared to be a studio room. "Hi, i'm Topher Gray. And if you're as much of a hunting enthusiast as I am, then you want to get your hands on the Mordret 700!" Topher proceeded to hold up an oversized hunting knife.
"It's sharpened…for only the most badass hunters. Available at Target-Mart." Topher finished the advertisement.
(Back From Commercial)
It faded back into the twenty campers, staring at the big piles of wood. "Uhhh…dude, where's the cabins?" Brooke asked. "Why, these are the cabins! Your first challenge is to build them!" Topher announced.
A majority of the campers gasped from shock. "I was afraid you were gonna say that." Brooke slumped over. "Physical labor? My only weakness-desu!" Markus shouted. "...Sh-*bleep*/…Sh-*bleep*" Horace and Tony said at the same time. "Heh, an opportunity to flex for the ladies." Enzo commented.
"Now, since I know jack about building stuff. I'm gonna take a minute to let the Head Intern explain…Clyde, get over here!" Topher shouted. After that, a white boy with short brown hair, and wearing a blue intern shirt, walked over.
"Alright guys, so the network usually just outsources the building to several construction companies. But since we had to start this show quickly, we're doing the work ourselves. And the host over there thought it'd be creative if whichever team built their cabin first, wins immunity." Clyde explained.
"Thank you, Head Intern." Topher said, as Clyde walked off. "So, as the Head Intern said. Whichever team builds their cabin first…wins immunity!" Topher reiterated. "What!? But that could take days!" Trish exclaimed. "I must agree, perhaps if we work all day and night?" Steve suggested.
"...Which is why this'll be a TIMED challenge!" Topher announced, totally not changing the rules after seeing the flaws in this challenge. "Whoever has the least progress by tomorrow afternoon will be sending someone home…get to building!" Topher exclaimed before walking offscreen.
"Like…what?" Ali questioned the situation. "A little bit of carpentry never killed anyone, let's do it!" Dane pumped himself up. "...I hate woodworking…" Leah said, getting a small nod from Sleet. "Come on everybody, we can do this if we just put our hearts into it!" Beatrice encouraged.
After that, it cut to a short montage of both teams building…or at least attempting to build their cabins. On the Mighty Seagulls' side, Jordan and Trish were doing most of the heavy lifting, Brooke and Dane were also pitching in as best they could, Douglas was trying to help…but being deaf in this situation can only get you so far. Sebastian was reading out the complicated blueprints, Gabriela was helping exclusively with the lighter stuff…being a little girl and all, Kimberley was cheering everyone on, while Sleet and Leah were sitting off to the side, weaseling out of doing any work.
And on the All-Powerful Beetles' side, things were a little less…stacked in their favor. Steve, Horace, and Tony, were trying (and failing) to work together, Enzo had gone shirtless and was flexing his nonexistent muscles for every girl in the area, Beatrice was trying to help, Monisha was reading the blueprints, Hanako had gone off somewhere, Markus had already exhausted himself, while Ivy and Ali were refusing to work entirely.
(Confessional)
Jordan- "When I signed up for this show, it was to build my confidence…not cabins."
Tony- "Look, i'm a gambler, not a carpenter. Not to mention i'm stuck with a bunch of sh-*bleep* teammates."
Hanako- "There's treasure on this island…I knows it!"
(Confessional End)
"I think…we may be a little…outmatched." Steve observed, gasping for breath. "Oh, ya think!?" Horace shouted. "Perché Dio, perché io!?" Tony screamed, out of breath. "Hey ladies, get a load of this…" Enzo began flexing for the girls on his team…literally none were impressed.
"Get your ass over here, pretty boy! And help us!" Horace yelled. Afterwards, it cut over to the Mighty Seagulls. "Okay…the foundation of the cabin is coming along well. If this pace continues, it should be finished before nightfall." Sebastian informed everyone.
"That's A-W-E-S-agh!" Kimberley tripped as she was cheering. "Yeah, that's epic like a fish swimming downstream!" Dane…joked? "Not to mention how much of a workout this has been, my biceps are on fire!" Trish exclaimed.
"...That hard labor is only killing them faster…maybe I should've taken part." Sleet commented. "...Hm…" Leah added. "You two are a couple of weirdos." Gabriela said, passing by the two.
After that, the montage continued. All the way until sunset, when both teams were completely exhausted. "I think…we can take a…break." Sebastian said on the Mighty Seagulls' side. "It feels like my entire body is journeying through the seven circles of Hell!" Steve exclaimed on the All-Powerful Beetles' side.
"Man, this game really just hits different…know what I mean?" Ali asked, sitting against a pile of wood and filing her nails. "Know what you- now listen here!" Tony was about to give Ali a piece of his mind, before cutting back to the Mighty Seagulls.
"(I am sorry I could not help more.)" Douglas solemnly signed. "(It is okay, you did all you could.)" Sebastian assured. And soon afterwards, something unexpected happened to both teams…a few interns showed up and started handing out paper bags.
"What kind of demonic sorcery is this?" Steve wondered. "This…is dinner." A tan girl with dark brown hair answered. "This is dinner?" Dane asked from the other partially-built cabin. "Yep, a baloney sandwich on wholegrain bread, warm milk, and for dessert…a stick of chewing gum." A black boy with black hair answered.
(Confessional)
Horace- "Gum? Wow, they don't gotta spoil us or anything…"
(Confessional End)
"Well…at least this is actually edible." Ivy said, as the interns left. Soon, both teams had begun eating, and conversations started to form. "So like…are you some kinda soldier guy?" Dane asked Sebastian. "Me? Oh no…I tailor-made this uniform myself. I wanted it to look like the military dress uniforms of our country…but I added my own personal touches to it." Sebastian explained. "...I TOTALLY understood everything you said." Dane said, not actually knowing much about Canada's army.
"...You've been pretty brave today." Kimberley was leaning against Jordan, watching the sunset. "Honestly, i'd be a complete wreck if you weren't here." Jordan said, also watching the sunset. "Don't say that, you've got the spirit of a lion in there…i'd do a cheer but I don't want to fall on you." Kimberley laughed. "Well, maybe I want you to fall on me." Jordan laughed as well.
"*munch* *chew* *swallow* Man, now THIS is some good food!" Brooke eagerly ate her sandwich. "Uhh, i'm pretty sure most people don't eat like ducks." Gabriela said. "Hey, when you're on the streets, sandwiches don't just fall from the sky…*nom*" Brooke explained.
"*phew* Oh man…good thing I wore my gym clothes to the island." Trish was heard saying. "Hey you, the chica musculosa." Gabriela called out to Trish. "...Huh?" "Yeah, you did well today." Gabriela complimented.
"Oh…thank you." Trish said. "I gotta ask, how'd ya get so swole? How many push-ups? How many sit-ups? How much juice did you drink!?" Brooke questioned. "Oh, just exercise and good genetics." Trish answered.
"(Hey, I can not talk to anyone else, so can we?" Douglas tapped on Sebastian's shoulder. "(But of course, what about?)" Sebastian signed back. "(Well…how do you know sign language?)" Douglas asked. "(I work at a history museum, some guests tend to be hard of hearing, well…you can assume the rest.)" Sebastian explained.
"(That is pretty interesting…say, strange question?)" "(What is it?)" "(Did we even tell each other our names?)" "(I…do not think so.)" The two conversed. "(Well, my name is Douglas Travers.)" "(And I am Sebastian Bates…pleasure to get more acquainted, Douglas.)" "(Same here, Sebastian.)"
"...Hey…" "...What…?" Sleet and Leah began conversing. "Want to form an alliance?" Sleet asked. "...Okay…you're the only one here I actually like so far…" "...Alright…" The two weirdly conversed.
It then cut to the All-Powerful Beetles' side. "I can't believe this…nothing?" Hanako grumbled. "What's got you all wound up?" Ivy asked. "I searched all day…no treasure!" Hanako answered, completely devastated.
"Oh dear, no treasures? All hope is surely lost…" Ivy rolled her eyes. But soon, both girls recoiled from a disgusting stench. "Greetings, Earth women. May I inquire on if you both will consume your totally-kawaii munchie meals?" Markus asked.
"I…i'm not going to answer that." Ivy responded. "Yeah, and for the love of God, crawl away to a shower!" Hanako added. "...Typical females." Markus walked off. Meanwhile, Monisha was digging through her bag, and she pulled out the metal sphere from her audition tape.
"Now…feed me my dinner." Monisha twisted the sphere, and it sprouted arms and legs. "Sandwich, then milk, then sandwich, then milk." Monisha instructed her creation to do, as it got to work…and nobody seemed to care that a sphere-shaped robot was now in existence.
Some distance away from everyone, Steve was discreetly texting someone on his phone. "Hey, whatcha doin'?" Beatrice suddenly came up behind him. "Gah! You Lynx, don't you know not to sneak up on a villain!?" Steve shouted.
"Oh…i'm sorry." Beatrice apologized. "But since you know i'm here…whatcha doin'?" Beatrice innocently asked again. "Well…since you won't go away unless I tell you. I am communicating with the caretaker of my secret lair, and asking her if my minions are in perfect condition without me." Steve explained.
Beatrice leaned over to get a view of Steve's phone, and saw a picture of a portly middle-aged woman with brown hair that had a resemblance to Steve. "Oh, is that your Mom? Is she your evil caretaker?" Beatrice asked. "My Mother is not my lair's caretaker!" Steve responded, a tad bit defensively.
"Oh…okay! Well, i'll let you get back to your conversation." Beatrice waved goodbye before skipping away. "...Strange girl." Steve went back to his phone. Next up, Tony and Horace were conversing.
"Okay, so you're like this mega-rich Italian gambler?" "That's right." "And you came here completely on your own will?" "Correct." "...Damn, you're lucky." Horace grumbled. "Other than being one angry ragazzo…who are you?" Tony asked.
"*sigh* Well, the name's Horacio…but I go by Horace. I have an overbearing Mom and I want to be a rockstar…not much else there." Horace explained. "...Well you're definitely interesting." Tony sarcastically commented.
"Ugh…ow…oh, my skin…it hurts!" Enzo slowly walked over to Tony and Horace (And he finally put his shirt and jacket back on). "Well, that's what you get for going shirtless in the hot sun all day." Tony said. "Amen to that." Horace nodded.
Enzo slowly sat down and began eating his sandwich. "Man…I came here to impress the ladies, and so far I only got a sunburn." Enzo said. "Probably because you're flip-floppin' on who you flirt with." Horace added. Tony just observed everything afterwards.
(Confessional)
Tony- "In games like these, you need the numbers if you want to win. I can tell these guys don't got much of a brain, give it a day or two and maybe I can flip 'em to my side."
(Confessional End)
It then cut over to Ali, who was NOT happy about the current situation. "I can't eat this! This is against the law, i'm going on a hunger strike!" Ali stomped her feet before looking straight into the camera. "Hear that, world? I'm going on a damned hunger strike! Fight the power, down with the establishment…or whatever." Ali kept ranting.
"Will you shut up and sit down!?" Hanako exclaimed. "Your complaining and whining is driving everyone mad!" Ivy chimed in. "But I can't eat baloney, i'm a vegan!" Ali huffed. "Well, you got your gum…that's good." Hanako said, eating her stick of gum.
"...Ugh." Ali grumpily sat near the two girls. "Great, what a way to spend my first day here…sitting next to two dum-dums, eating a piece of gum." Ali whined…while Ivy and Hanako began glaring at her.
After dinner, it promptly cut to the next morning. All the campers were asleep in whatever position they found most comfortable…until Topher walked onscreen with an airhorn. "Okay, everyone wake up!" He blew it for several seconds, causing most everyone to wake up.
"God damn, what is it!?" Horace shouted. "Can't you give us a few more minutes…I need my beauty sleep." Trish asked, groggily. "The early morning sun! It…burns!" Markus hissed. "Alright, so I just got word from the editors, and this episode is getting a little long…and boring." Topher explained.
"And while i'd love for you all to experience more back-breaking labor for a few more hours…we gotta cut this challenge short." Topher continued. "We do…? So who wins?" Tony asked, stretching his sore back.
Topher proceeded to inspect both cabins. "It seems that…the Mighty Seagulls take the first W!" Topher announced. At the news, the Mighty Seagulls celebrated with as much early-morning energy as they could muster…except for Douglas, he was still asleep.
"As for the All-Powerful Beetles…you're sending someone home tonight." Topher chuckled, before walking away. It cut to later in the day, both teams were residing in some tents that the interns generously provided. But for now we're focusing on the All-Powerful Beetles.
"Alright…so who do we vote for?" Monisha asked. "There are a numerous amount of uncultured plebians here that deserve to go." Markus responded. "Yeah, like you." Horace added. "I think it should be Ms. Hunger Strike over there, she did NOTHING yesterday." "I second that." Hanako and Ivy agreed.
"What!? This is some oppression!" Ali shouted. "Well to be fair, the fat slob didn't do much neither." Tony interjected. "Hey, that is totally fatphobic!" Markus huffed. "..." Ali said nothing, and soon after, everyone seemed to split off into groups.
(Confessional)
Ali- "I wanted to jump in at the fatphobic thing…but I REALLY don't want to go home."
Tony- "The vote is coming up, and I gotta make a move to make sure the wrong person doesn't go home."
(Confessional End)
It cut to a dramatic nighttime shot of all ten members of the All-Mighty Beetles walking towards the firepit. They all sat down on the tree stumps, and Topher walked onscreen with a platter of marshmallows, also joined by Chef.
"You all did hard today…actually, you all did hard yesterday. But sadly, determination and team spirit just wasn't enough to win." Topher said. "Now, here's the deal. I'm going to call your names, and whichever names I call…you'll get a tasty marshmallow. But if I don't call your name…then you have to walk down the dock of…dockiness? And get on the iconic Boat of Losers, and you can't come back…EVER!" Topher explained, a tad giddy at the fact he's finally doing an elimination ceremony.
"Okay, when I call your name, come up and get a marshmallow." Topher said. "...Monisha, Beatrice, Enzo, Ivy, Tony, Hanako, Steve, and Horace!" Topher called out, leaving Ali and Markus.
"Chef, if you'd explain?" Topher glanced at Chef. "Ali, you didn't contribute in the challenge, and your behavior has been annoying to your team." Chef explained, angering Ali. "And Markus, you contributed close to nothing to the challenge, you're kinda creepy, and reek to high hell." Chef explained again.
(Confessional)
Markus- "This is the body of a warrior! They're all just too stupid to comprehend it!"
(Confessional End)
"So, with that out of the way. The last marshmallow goes to…" Topher began.
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"Ali." Topher finally said. "I'm still in the game…heck yes!" Ali exclaimed. "What? How can this be!?" Markus shouted. "I personally don't think this is all too surprising…the dock's that way." Topher pointed offscreen, and Markus reluctantly got up.
It cut to Markus walking down the dock, getting into the Boat of Losers, and it driving off. "So, this may not have been the MOST exciting first episode of a season…I mean it was mostly just the contestants talking to each other, nobody wants to see that." Topher ranted…before realizing he was supposed to be doing the closing.
"Oh, right! One down, nineteen rejects to go. Join us next time to see even more exciting challenges…right here! On Total…Drama…Rejects!" Topher exclaimed. Afterwards the cameras cut off, and a comedically timed bug flew into Topher's mouth.
"*bleck* I already hate this island! I bet I wouldn't have to deal with this at the film lot…" Topher grumbled.
(Fade to Black)
Votes:
Ali- Markus
Beatrice- Ali
Enzo- Markus
Hanako- Markus
Horace- Markus
Ivy- Markus
Markus- Ali
Monisha- Ali
Steve- Horace
Tony- Markus
Markus- 6
Ali- 3
Horace- 1
Placements:
20th: Markus
Author's Note- Post Script
And there we go, back to where the OG story left off.
I don't really have much else to say, so I guess just look out for more.
-MisterStevenson