Disclaimer: Fresh TV owns Total Drama. All characters in this are original characters, some of which belong to me and others belonging to good friends of mine. Everyone I know started writing the OG season with their OCs, so imma take a crack at it myself. Shoutout to The Feline Overlord, thedragonrooster, AZW330, Clown Princess Phoebe, SinWriter7, and Space Zodiac. All of these folks are currently writing stories, and they're all pretty great.
The radiant, summer sun gleamed above Camp Wawanakwa, giving a courteous shine to the campgrounds and the woods surrounding it. The camera picked up a bear leaving an outhouse with toilet paper stuck to its bottom paw. Then, it cut to a shot of the lake, where a duck was drifting around in bliss before a shark comes from below and swallows it whole. Finally, the camera cut to the docks to show a slightly tanned man wearing a dark-turquoise collared shirt over white undershirt, dark green cargo pants, and dark green tennis shoes. His wavy, raven colored hair reached the back of his neck while he had a decent amount of stubble across his face and chin.
"Hey, yo, we're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario," the man exclaimed. "I'm your dashing host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest reality show on television right now. So, here's the deal. We got 14 campers to sign up to a few weeks here at this crummy summer camp. They'll be competing in challengers against each other before facing the judgement of their fellow campers. Every challenge, one team will win the reward of safety or watch one of their own walk down the Dock of Shame, get aboard the Boat of Losers, and leave Total Drama forever."
He chuckled before the camera cut to him being in front of bond fire pit. "Their fate will be decided here at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where all but one camper will receive a marshmallow." He pulled a marshmallow from up his sleeve and popped it into his mouth before the camera cut back to show him at the dock. "And what's this all for? Well, in the end, only one will be left standing and be rewarded with tabloid fame, a brief period of being the main character on a niche subsection of what used to be known as Twitter, and a small fortune that will probably be blown in a week. To survive, they have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other." He looked out towards the water to see a boat coming in from a distance. "Every moment will be caught on hundreds of cameras situated all across the camp. Who will dominate? Who will backstab? Who will crumble under all of the pressure? Find out right here, right now on TOTAL! DRAMA! ISLAND!"
The first to arrive on a small yacht was Melanie Rios. She was a girl that had the look of money, like she had just walked off the set of a prestige Hollywood drama! She stood at 5'9", quite typical of Hollywood's leading ladies, alongside a lean build, looking as if she had never eaten a carbohydrate ever in her life. Her sandy brown hair was styled into a bob, almost betraying the youth that she had. She had that natural bronze Southern California tan, which glowed against the yellow top she wore. To compliment the top, she wore a white pair of pants and situated on her feet were some beige flats. Upon her face, a pair of Ray Bans were adorned, hiding her soft, green eyes. To complete the outfit, her wrist was bejeweled with a 12K bracelet that had "Rios" engraved on it.
"Welcome to Wawanakwa, Melanie," Chris greeted with a chuckle, causing Melanie to lift her sunglasses.
"This isn't the 6-star resort that was advertised!" Melanie's face could not hide the confusion if she wanted to. "Where's the beach houses? The connecting spa? The handsome host?"
Chris squinted his eyes at the last comment. "Rest assured. Your host is right here! Chris McLean!"
"Oh!" Melanie uneasily laughed in response. "You're much shorter in person."
Melanie's retort did little to lift Chris's mood, "Well, we have cabins here. Those can be your beach houses. As far as the spa goes, well, we have the communal restrooms, princess."
"Greaaaat," Melanie's uneasiness only worsened at that knowledge.
Confessional [Melanie Rios – The Nepo Baby]
Melanie's face was covered by her hands. "Aww, this is an embarrassment. J.P. and Ricky were right that this was too good to be true," she raised her face out of her hand to face the camera. "But, well, it's great to be here!" Melanie tried to save face. "I'm Melanie Freakin' Rios, aka daughter of 3x Academy Award winning director Juan Rios. I'm 22 years old, and I just started working at my dad's studio, Rios Grande Pictures, as an intern, but I also still do sketches on youVid with J.P. and Ricky for CaliLivin'. I was born for TV, so I know that I can take over this game! Even if all the pamphlets about this place are all lies and false advertisements!" She gave a smile and threw up the peace sign.
Another boat pulled to the dock. This time it was carrying a young man that stood a shade under 6 feet. Another one that didn't have too much meat on their bones, he was physically fit, but could never be confused for brolic. He had honey brown skin and green, oval eyes. He had his black Cordavan hat cocked up enough that you could see that his black hair had a very distinguished hairline and that it was cut short. Plus, he had a pencil thin mustache. He wore a gaudy, gold Versace shirt that had various striping patterns across the torso and black slacks and Cowboy boots that matched his hat. If you inspected him further, you'd see that he had a solid gold Rolex on his right wrist and tattoo in black ink that says "Ali". Plus, he had a dangly earring in his left ear. And to top it all off, he had an accordion over his shoulder. This young man was Courtney Leónce Broussard.
"Yo, Courtney!' Chris greeted.
"Chris McLean, nice to meet you," Courtney gave a respectful nod to the host as he stepped off the boat. Then, he surveyed the island. "Hmm, it seems like we've been moved to another location. This definitely wasn't on the brochure."
"We're definitely in the right spot, dude," Chris calmly assured Courtney, who frowned up a bit before moseying his way next to Melanie.
"You got suckered, too?" Melanie inquired.
"Yes, but, honestly, this isn't that bad," Courtney shrugged, paying no mind to the rundown cabins that were going to be their quarters. All Melanie could do was roll her eyes at that.
'He could take being lied to?' was all that she said to herself.
Confessional [Courtney Broussard – The Southern Dandy]
Courtney shook his head a bit as he took it all in. "Well, I hate to say that I've been duped, but that seems to be the case," he sighed a bit. "Nevertheless, I can say this is far from the worst arrangement that I've been to," he chuckled a bit in nostalgia, "Almost reminds me of Nana and home." He then hardened his face to almost stone. "Greetings, you all, I am Courtney Broussard, accordion and fiddler extraordinaire. There has never been a challenge that I couldn't tackle or a puzzle that I couldn't solve," he gave a self-assured smirk. "Total Drama is a dime a dozen. Another competition to be won by Courtney Broussard!"
The third boat arrived at the dock with the next contestant. Ada Wendy Hall was the name. The first thing you would notice about her was her picture perfect light tan. She towered over Chris at 6'0". Like she came out of a magazine, she had a thin waist, but was curvy and voluptuous in all the right places, namely her hips and her cleavage. Her black hair wasn't too long, just above her shoulders, and she had it straightened. A scarlet sleeveless corset adorned her upper body while she had on some tight fitting black leather pants and black high heel boots. To match the corset, she had red pearls pierced into her ears.
"Hello, Total Drama," she gave a sultry smile to the camera as she stepped off of the boat and approached Chris.
"Welcome to the island, Ada–" Chris was caught off guard by Ada initiating a hug, letting him catch a whiff of her perfume and making him blush profusely. "Hehe, good to see you, too!"
She pulled away from him and noticed the lack of resort that was already pointed out by the previous two contestants. "Uh, Chris–"
"Before you say anything," Chris cut her off. "Yes, we lied to you, hehe."
"That sounds like it's in breach of contract–"
"Those are already iron clad, sweet cheeks," Chris rolled his eyes. "I know the game you're trying to play, girly, but it won't work on me or our legal team. We have the equivalent to the '96 Bulls on retainer. And trust me, they will not settle."
"Fucking stupid ass show! Stupid Chris!" Ada mumbled to herself when she stomped away from Chris and joined the other two.
"Ah, the power of legally owning somebody," Chris gave a shit eating smirk to the camera.
Confessional: [Ada Wendy Hall – The Seductive Siren]
Ada rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, there is no resort! Well, that's great! I thought that I'd be living it up in a penthouse while I had my legion of simps carry me to the $1,000,000," Ada folded her arms in disappointment. "But, anyways, Ada Wendy Hall is here to win! No one is immune to my charm, and that'll be my ticket to stardom!" She winked at the camera.
Ada frowned and folded her arms in protest. Chris would rue the day that he tricked Ada Wendy Hall, but that would have to wait as the next yacht docked. The first three contestants paid close attention as they noticed a 6'6" mountain of muscle step off the boat. Despite the frame, she still had pale skin, implying that she hadn't had much time outdoors. She wore a legendary baby blue Indiana State jersey with the number "33" on the front and back, which was complemented with some black skinny jeans and a pair of red & white Chucks. Her frizzy, orange hair blew in the wind. If you looked close enough, she had green eyes that matched dollar signs. Well, she's definitely money when you give her that entry pass into the post. That's because she's none other than Brooke Baker!
"By God, what's Shaq doing here?" Ada mumbled to herself, frowning at the thought of competing with Brooke, head to head.
"Brooke, how's it hanging?" Chris greeted the Hoosier.
Brooke stopped in her tracks and took in the scene. She just focused on the three contestants at the end of the dock. Courtney greeted with a courteous nod before playing around a bit with his accordion, but Ada and Melanie both started quaking in their boots. "Hmm, if that's the competition, I'd like to think it's pretty much a sure thing for me," she chuckled.
"You're just the 4th person to get here," Chris pointed out.
"So what?" Brooke shrugged her shoulders.
"It's best not to count your chickens before they hatch, dude," Chris shrugged in turn. "But, hey, do whatever you want, fam."
Confessional: [Brooke Baker – The Intense Athlete]
"Sup, television land, it's Brooke Baker, 2-time All-American Center from your defending National Champions, Indiana Hoosiers!" Brooke confidently greeted the camera with a grin. "I decided to take away some time from my hardwood dominance to expand my horizons and test my limits. And what's a better vacation than this?" She gave her right arm a decent stretch across the chest. "I hope everyone is ready because I damn sure am!"
Brooke strutted down the dock with the conceit of a champion. "Pleasure to meet you all. I'm Brooke, and I hope we all play a clean game and may the best person win!" She stopped right in front of Ada with her hand extended out.
Ada looked down at that meat hook. "Sorry, hun," she sidestepped the handshake. "I don't really shake hands."
Brooke's eyebrow perked up, not knowing if that was meant as disrespect, but that thought would be interrupted by Courtney's firm grip. "Pleasure to meet you, L'champion."
She gave the accordion player a respectful nod before settling in behind him as the next camper joined them. The young man on the boat leered down at everyone with an uncaring disposition. He was almost the exact opposite of Brooke, having a wiry, thin body, but he did stand tall at 6'1". He had shoulder-length black hair with some blood red streaks. His eyes were a deep brown, but you'd forget that because all that folks could notice was the long, deep scar that goes through his right eye. To match his general aesthetic, he wore all black. The t-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and biker boots, all were black.
"Now introducing, Damien Black!" Chris proclaimed the young man's arrival with a chuckle.
"Fuck you!" were Damien's first words as he stepped down to the dock with a bird flipped in Chris's direction.
"Hey!" Chris protested Damien's flippant nature. "We're trying to keep this show TV-14, kid!"
"You wanna be my dad, gramps?" Damien rolled his eyes at the host. "I don't give a shit about your censors. Your job is to just hand over the money." He casually carried on over to the rest of the contestants.
"Oh, he's going to be a pleasure," Chris squinted his eyes at the delinquent.
Confessional: [Damien Black – The Absolute Fucking Worst]
Damien's scowl from his introduction remained steady as he folded his arms. "Sup, bitches! I'm Damien Black," the irreverence was just as steady. "The baddest man in all of New York City. Why am I here? Fuck you, that's why! Just hand me the money."
"Hey, nice to meet you," Melanie gave a bright smile to Damien.
"Shut up and fuck ya mudda," Damien grunted at her, immediately putting all eyes on him. They each gawked at the audacity of the fellow. Melanie just let him pass as he wanted to be alone at the end of the dock.
"Woah there, frère!" Courtney stopped playing around with his accordion. "That's no way to talk to a lady!"
"I didn't want her talking to me, anyways, bitch," Damien folded his arms and turned away from the group, facing the lake.
Incredulous, Courtney chuckled and sat his accordion down behind Melanie. "Ami, I beg your pardon," he began to roll up his sleeves.
"Ooh, it's getting a bit spicy," Chris narrated from the front of the dock. "Break the accordion over his head, Court!"
"I said I didn't want her talking to me, anyways, bitch," Damien doubled down with a smirk.
Courtney's eye twitched at the disrespect, but a firm hand on his shoulder and a nod from Brooke caused him to let out a sigh, knowing that there was a long season ahead. Mr. Black was just putting a target on his back.
"He's is going to bark up the wrong tree one of these days," Chris shook his head in disappointment. "Anyways, our next camper has joined us."
On the incoming boat, there stood a young man with sun-kissed apricot-skin and blonde hair that had a side part that hangs above his right eye. To match the All-American dream boy appeal, he had ocean blue eyes. That's why all of the pro scouts were salivating all over him months ago. He looked like everything you wanted to be in a franchise quarterback. He stood tall and upright at 6'3". With his broad shoulders, he could carry the whole world on them if he wanted to. He wore a dark blue navy polo shirt with khaki pants and blue sneakers. Quite basic attire, but he had that conventional attractiveness that made everyone (except Damien) study him as he walked off the boat.
"Sup, brah," was the first words this young man said to Chris before bringing him for a handshake and a bro hug.
"Woah, Tanner Smith," Chris greeted the man after the embrace. "Welcome to the show, dude. How's it hanging?"
"Hey, as long as there is prize money to be won and banging hot chicks, The Tan Man is one happy camper," Tanner responded, causing everyone on the other side of the dock to facepalm in embarrassment.
"The Tan Man?" Chris raised his eyebrow with a giggle. "Pretty sure you're probably gonna need to workshop that, man."
"Don't worry about what nickname I have, loser, because all you're gonna call me after this game is the grand prize winner," Tanner pushed by Chris, making the host hit the deck with a thud.
"Dick," Chris muttered as Tanner joined the rest of the contestants.
Confessional: [Tanner Smith – The All-American Quarterback]
"Booyah, baby," Tanner flexed his 24 inch biceps to the camera. "I'm Tanner Smith, future Super Bowl MVP, future All-Pro Quarterback, future Hall of Famer, future Greatest of All-Time," he proudly proclaimed to the camera. "Everybody will know who I am when it's all said and done. I don't care how many losers I gotta step on to cement my legacy, but best believe I will be the one taking home the grand prize. And I'll bring home a trophy, too," he gave a sleazy wink to the camera.
"Hey, there, baby," Tanner approached Brooke immediately. "I don't mind climbing trees. Well, of course, there are other things that I'd rather be climbing." Brooke just awkwardly shuffled away from him and his "flirting" to continue chatting with Courtney. "What?"
"I think you're coming on a bit too strong, hun," Ada giggled at his advance towards the basketball star. 'You're a hunk, but moreso a hunk of rotten meat,' she thought to herself.
"And who might you be, hot stuff?" Tanner turned his attention to the scarlet clad woman. His initial gaze caused him to turn beet red in the face at first sight of her.
"Ada. Pleasure to meet you," she extended her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," Tanner continued to blush as the next camper joined them.
"I already see love is in the air," the camper announced as she moved to the deck. She dreamily had love in her eyes as she watched Tanner get rizzed up by Ada. The fair skinned and freckled maiden was enamored by the two. "They look so perfect. They could be leads in my next picture."
Contrasting her fair skin were her dark eyes, almost black in color. Atop of her head, she had auburn curls that reached down to her neck. She was another person that towered over the short king, Chris, standing at 5'11". With a slim waist and hips, she didn't have much curvage to her. Even moreso, her figure was hidden by an oversized navy sweater with green stripes, brown short shorts, and black sandals.
"Hello, everyone!" the woman waved to the rest of the cast. She admired them all from afar, getting a picture of the 6 people in her mind. "Hmm, I don't see much potential outside of those two," she said to herself.
"Yo, Embarc Arbarco," Chris caught her attention. "Glad you can make it."
"I'm glad that you all could have me," Embarc's glowing smile shone to the host, giving him a slight nod before joining the rest of the group.
Confessional: [Embarc Arbarco – The Shipper]
"El amor es una cosa maravillosa. Puede ser el mayor motivador," she mused to herself. "Greetings, you all, I am Embarc Arbarco, your resident ship magnet," she pulled a notebook from out her sweater. She flipped throught the pages quickly, but the camera managed to catch brief glances of other contestant's names. "Hallmark love stories always warm my heart. Maybe, I'll write my own, here!"
The next camper arrived almost immediately thereafter. Another one on the tall end, standing at 6'4", but he definitely wasn't as muscular as Brooke and Tanner that came before him. With his lanky build, he definitely looked as if he skipped leg day plenty of times. He had caramel brown skin and serious brown eyes. His black dreadlocks were tied up in a ponytail at the top of his head. He wore a hoodless, unzipped black jacket, which showcased the number 20 in the middle of green jersey, khaki cargo shorts, and some black sneakers. He leaned on the guardrail with a self-assured grin.
"Well, well, if it isn't Buford Orion Stevens III," Chris revealed to the viewing audience. However, that self-assured grin turned into an annoyed frown.
"I specified on my audition tape to just call me Bo," the man reminded Chris as he touched down on the dock.
"Your father and mother named you Buford, right?" Chris prodded.
"Yes, but what does that matter–"
"Then, you're gonna be Buford, my man," Chris shot him down immediately.
Bo rolled his eyes at the host, but he figured to not make too much of a fuss. Just keep it cool. He sauntered down to meet his competition, first running into Embarc, who was hard at work jotting down notes. "Buford Orion Stevens III. First impression: tall, handsome. Maybe needs a haircut," the shipper said to herself.
Wouldn't be the first time somebody told him to get a haircut. "The hair is non-negotiable, lady," he said, ripping Embarc's attention from her notebook. "But, how'd you know my name, already?"
"Oh, I found out from X!" Embarc replied before diving back into her notebook. "Also, under Buford Orion Stevens III, he is quite suspicious."
Confessional: [Bo Stevens – Mr. Keep It Real}
"First things first, just call me Bo," he set the record straight. "Just got out of college with a degree in mass communications and a killer internship with Yahoo Sports. Got some time on my hands, and my dad isn't breathing down my neck to get out the house." He kicked his feet up, "Finally, I get a chance to be on a reality show. Time to show the world that the real always wins."
The next boat arrived with a young man nose deep in brochures and pamphlets pertaining to the island. He callously cast those aside into the lake with an apathetic glare, knowing he'd been lied to. The boy wasn't as tall as the last, but he was more compactly built. He was lean like a runner. His skin was a lightly beiged tan. His dirty blond hair was parted in the middle with a single hot pink highlight. His outfit consisted of a rainbow sunburst tie-dye t-shirt, black shorts, and red & white sneakers.
"I believe that we are owed an explanation–" the boy began.
"Hey, hey," Chris cut him off. "We're not doing this again! Blah blah blah, we lied. So what? You're here now! You're here on a show to win $1,000,000, and I'm your dashing host–"
"Dashing is debatable," he cut Chris off in turn. He gave a sigh. "But, hey, it could be much worse. The scenery is quite rugged. It's crummy, but it is a bit homely in a way."
"You lost me at debatable, kid," Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "Nice to finally meet you, Elijah Brenton." The kid tiptoed past the host. "Just go over there with the rest of those little assholes."
"Little? I guess you haven't looked in the mirror," Elijah said as he left the host in his rear view to meet the rest of the group, his gait was confident with each stride. He surveyed each of the contestants, noticing the young man in the very back. "Well, howdy, fellow competitor. What's your name?" He tried to introduce himself to Mr. All Black Everything.
Damien stood there in silence, hoping that it would cause the guy to just walk. "That's a pretty cool jacket, right there, man. Where'd you get it from? You look like one of those greasers from that old story. What's it called it again? I remember I had to read it a bunch during 7th grade" With each passing question, Damien gritted his teeth and growled more and more, hoping that Elijah would just get the hint.
"Fuck off," Damien grunted.
"That's right! The Outsiders! Man, Ponyboy was so cool, but I know that I would be a Soc by default!" Elijah just wouldn't stop.
Confessional: [Elijah Brenton – The Flamboyant Debater]
"Greetings and salutations to you all, Elijah Brenton is the name and debating is my game," his rapid fire introduction began. "This game is a game of chances and logic, two things that I happen to specialize in. I know I am not necessarily the prototype to win these sort of things, but, rest assured, a dynamic social game is what is necessary to be a true winner!"
"Who picked these guys?" Chris whispered to an off-screen producer. "There is literally nobody to root for!"
The next contestant's yacht pulled up to the dock. She only wore a black tank top and grey sweatpants with red sneakers at the bottom. You could see that she a bit voluptuous with those sweatpants really accentuating her curves. Built like a champion tennis player, her deltoids and biceps stood out as the most muscular out of the bunch besides Tanner. Unlike the others that stood idle on their respective means of transportation, she had spent that time jumping rope and doing other forms of calisthenics. The sweat poured down her bronze visage. Her long, wavy black hair was tied up in a ponytail, meaning she was in sport mode and ready to go. Her sharp, oval evergreen eyes pierced the camera with intent.
"Step on me, mami," Chris admired at the specimen. "No! Not literally!" His admiration turned into her horror as the woman–and all of her luggage, somehow–leapt off the yacht in a single bound to crush the host, to the delight of one Damien Black.
This caught Brooke's attention. "Finally, my equal," she grinned in anticipation as the newcomer grimaced at the flattened Chris, slowly moving her luggage off of him.
"My apologies, I didn't quite stick the landing as I hope," she apologized profusely to the host with the most, helping him to dust himself off a bit.
"Interesting training regiment you got there," Chris began. "How do you think that'll help you in this game?"
"Just because I'm on vacation doesn't mean I can cheat on my workouts," she swung her arms a bit to keep them loose. "It's not like I really wanted to be here."
"Oh, yeah, you're the one that lost a bet," Chris fondly remembered the audition tape with a giggle to the girl's dismay. "But, just step right this way, Rosalina J. Peña. The vacation of your dreams is thattaway."
Rosalina joined the rest of the group. She looked around and saw that Bo was trying to peak over Embarc's shoulder to look at her notebook. Elijah continued to try to pry out a conversation from Damien. She, then, saw the hunk of meat going gaga over Ada. She uneasily tried to shuffle away to her own little corner to be alone, but found no solace. She looked back and forth until she found herself face to face with Brooke.
"Sup," the Hoosier casually greeted with a warmth that Rosalina didn't expect.
"Hey," the newcomer awkwardly responded after a few seconds of silence. She squinted at Brooke, almost staring through her soul. Brooke cocked up her eyebrow, turning Rosalina's once over into a staring contest. One that she was determined not to lose.
Confessional: [Rosalina J. Peña – The FBI Hopeful]
She cracked her knuckles, but her eyes were darted around a bit, inspecting every crease and crevice in a matter of a few seconds. "Greetings, I'm Rosalina J. Peña, currently a police officer for the Miami Police Department," she settled down a bit. "While this is very much out of my comfort zone, I am very certain that I can win this game. I have the brains and the brawn to make that happen. Oh, and Logan, Andy, you better take care of Rey while I'm on this damn show!" She grumbled at the camera.
"HEY HEY, Y'ALL!" An unseen voice called from the front of the pier, breaking the concentration of both women. "THAT BITCH IS FINALLY HERE!" Chris groaned before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, yes, Ms. Large and In Charge, Tamera Sykes," Chris introduced the voice with an insincere smile. "So glad that you could finally join us after you spammed our inbox 30 separate times, and, then, your father personally called me to tell me that I'll not be able to host the Gemmies without his approval."
The young woman that came out on the dock had expresso colored skin, and her black hair was straightened down into her upper back region. She wore a ¾ sleeved cranberry colored silk blouse that had a belt wrapped around her stomach. Her denim jeans managed to show off her natural assets. To complete the ensemble, her feet were dressed with black boots with heels. Her body was adorned in pure 24K gold jewelry. The first thing you noticed were the golden hoop earrings and the gold bracelets on her wrists. If that wasn't eyepopping enough, you saw the necklace with the word "FLY". Standing at 5'8", her body and physique was quite comparable to the previous arrival, however, she had a more noticeable bust and slightly wider hips.
"AWOO–" Tanner began to wag his tongue at the new arrival, causing Ada to squint suspiciously.
"Quite the competition," the siren mumbled to herself.
"Good to see you, Tamera," Chris yawned. "Feel free to join the rest of the brats at–" She had chucked all of her cheetah print bags onto our humble host.
With an assured smile, she pranced her way to the rest of the cast.
Confessional: [Tamera Sykes – The HBIC]
"That Bitch is in the house!" Tamera proudly exclaimed before giving herself a small round of applause. "Total Drama needed a certain flavor, so I'd love to provide that spark to this show! I'll have each and every one of these people eating out of the palms of my hands!"
"I'm not the damn bellhop!" Chris grumpily shot out of the cheetah print. "Anyways, NEXT!"
Tamera stamped her foot in annoyance, "C'mon! I was just making my entrance."
"Nuh uh, I just got crushed by luggage twice!" Chris dismissed her. "Not again!"
The 12th yacht finally made it to the dock. This time it carried a chestnut brown skinned young man that was lounging on the floor. Underneath his right eye, he had a small scar. He was 5'10", and his physique was quite lean and athletic. His hair was short and well-kept, being tapered into a fade on the sides and in the back. His black hair on top were brushed and styled into waves. He wore a red basketball jersey that had the number "1" in the middle in white lettering, tight fitting ripped black jeans with holes around the knees and thighs, and red Air Force Ones. To complement the rest of the fit, he had diamond stud earrings, a red wristband on his left wrist, and a black wristband on his right wrist.
"Alright, hopefully, I don't get crushed by a duffle bag," Chris grit his teeth in anticipation. "Everyone, be pleased to meet Jacque Cortez Metoyer!"
The guy gingerly rose from the floorboards and stepped off the boat. He carefully surveyed the others, noting the guy in all black and the debator standing in the back. He also saw the muscle head trying to hit on the HBIC to the chagrin of Ada. He kept his survey going until he saw the shipper and the real one. Jacque sauntered his way towards the duo with a smirk that allowed his silver front tooth to be revealed.
"Yo, how's it going, my man?" Jacque placidly entered into the conversation. "Nice to meet ya. The name's Jacque."
"Bo," the taller gentleman held out his hand, which Jacque took for the handshake. "And this here is Embarc."
"Hi!" Embarc beamed before taking an assessment of Jacque. "Rugged, roguish looking, deep brown eyes." She immediately jotted down those notes on her pad.
"Huh," Jacque was puzzled at this. "What's her deal, Stretch?"
"Matchmaker extraordinaire," Bo's fingers made quotation marks. "Until you came up here, she had been 'interviewing' me in order to meet my perfect match."
"Cause you are!" Embarc declared. "I will make sure that everyone here is able to identify their soulmate for the future!"
"Including you, love?" Jacque sneered and snickered a bit at the notion.
"Well, maybe, but I never gave that much consideration," she responded with a simple shrug.
Confessional: [Jacque Cortez Metoyer – The Sheisty Dude]
"Easy pickings is all I see around here," Jacque kicked up his feet as he chuckled to himself. "I just see a whole bunch of people that don't know the meaning of the word 'hustle'. Ole Jacque is feeling right at home in Muskoka, baby!"
The trio of Jacque, Bo, and Embarc continued their conversation, but eventually, all attention went to the next arrival. She hunched over the railing of the yacht, positioning her fist underneath her cheek, highlighting a coy smile. Being bent over somewhat betrayed her height, standing at 5'11", the height that certainly matched her lean and model type physique. In her right hand, she popped open her heart shaped locket. Her skin was sunkissed, lightly tanned and radiant. Her eyes were a deep, ocean blue that matched the pristine waters of Wawanakwa. Her wardrobe consisted of an off the shoulder white sweater that revealed the lacy hot pink straps of her bra, a black mini-skirt, and black Gucci, knee-high high-heeled boots. A charm bracelet adorned her left wrist.
"Our penultimate arrival," Chris nodded. "Be pleased to meet Angel Hale!"
She hopped off of the boat without much fuss. "Thank you for a proper introduction, Christopher," the coy smile remained perched upon her visage, gifting a bit of warmth to the host. "This is the rest of the cast?"
"Pretty much. Just one more troglodyte to go," the host looked down at the watch on his wrist.
"Lovely," she chuckled to herself as she began to make her way towards the curious eyes of the others.
Confessional: [Angel Hale – The Cold Hearted Snake]
The coy smile vanished and was replaced with a calculated glare at the camera. "Angel Hale, Britain's next top socialite," she clicked her tongue. "Without a doubt, that will be the case after I win Total Drama Island. I've sat back and watched others dominate games in Big Sister and The Astonishing Marathon, and I've decided to try my hand in these matters. I love games, but I love to win even more!"
She strolled right past the trio of Jacque, Embarc, and Bo, giving each of them a good whiff of her perfume from Versace. The two men immediately turned their heads, beginning to ignore Embarc questioning them about their previous relationships.
"My, my, my," Jacque smirked to himself.
"Don't go on quoting Johnny Gill," Bo elbowed the smaller man. "Someone like that is nothing but trouble in a game like this."
"Boys, if you're going to stare, you might as well take a picture," Angel advised, keeping her gaze forward.
"Oh, I know she's going to be super popular with all the guys," Embarc squinted at the girl before jotting down some more notes on her pad. "Cheesy one-liner, classically beautiful, almost mysterious."
"Got 'em," Angel smirked to herself as she found her spot amongst the group in the back.
"Alright, finally," Chris giggled as the final boat arrived. "And last, but certainly least, we have Godfrey Ngakoue!"
His ebony skin glistened in the afternoon sun. Leading man material was the thought that went through the minds of several of the ladies. His hair was picked out into a short, but well-maintained Afro, which was complemented by an equally impressive goatee. At 6'1", he was like many of the others with an athletic build and physique. What stood out the most, though, was the ray of sunshine that was his million dollar smile that revealed the most perfect, pearly white teeth. His open sleeved, denim jacket was worn over a pink polo shirt. The ensemble was completed by a pair of light blue jeans and brown work boots.
"Ah, yes, Chris, you saved the best for last," he confidently greeted the host with a firm handshake.
"That is very subjective, my man, but whatever floats your boat," Chris dismissively shrugged, causing the new arrival to pop up his eyebrow in a bout of annoyance.
"Alrighty, then," he walked down to the rest of the dock, where he found all eyes on him as he was the final contestant in the game. "Well, well, it will be an honor to have you all as my competition and my adversaries for these next several weeks." That caused a bit of a chuckle from the likes of Bo and Brooke. "I want you to know that it will be a worthy battle. And that the best player will win."
Confessional: [Godfrey Ngakoue – The Charismatic Villain]
"Most people get in these games and try to hide behind a veneer of respectability," Godfrey snapped his fingers while gazing towards the sky. "Wearing a mask of lies and deceit. That's the coward's way of doing things in competitions like this. I don't lie to people. I tell them from the very beginning that I'm in it for me, but, if they choose to play the game with me, I will beat them. Plain and simple. When you play games with knives, you must know that you're going to bleed."
"Cocky one, ain't ya?" Bo snickered at the guy. "You must realize that you're going ahead and putting a target on your back, champ?"
"Indeed, I do," Godfrey stepped closer to the dread head with his steadfast smile. "It will make my victory all the more sweeter."
"Hmm," Bo scoffed at that notion. "Man, I am going to love the look on your face when you lose."
"Alright, lovebirds," Chris butted in, forcing everyone to look his way. In his hands, he held his iPhone. "I need all of you to shut up for a moment and get close together. Let this be a tender moment for all of us to share. It's picture day!" 12 of the 14 groaned, the only exceptions being Embarc and Elijah. "Just gotta get in portrait mode, so it'll be just right." He walked past each of the cast off of the dock. "Alright, camera's ready! Lighting is just right! Damien, get in the shot with everyone else!"
"Fuck off, geezer! You're not my dad!" All Black Everything shouted back at the host.
"Just get in the damn shot!" Chris stood firm, forcing Damien to join in. "Alright, everyone. I need your best Gemmy award winning smiles!"
Tanner situated himself right in the middle, doing his best double bicep pose. To his right, Ada found herself blowing a kiss to the camera. Over on Tanner's left, Elijah gave a firm a-okay thumbs up. Behind Elijah, Bo and Jacque stood back to back with their arms folded. Stealing a bit of Tanner's thunder, Tamera laid in the middle with her chin on her fist. With his accordion in hand, Courtney was in the back behind Ada staring at the disinterested Damien, who just rolled his eyes at the proceedings. Brooke had her hand on his shoulder, keeping him in line. Rosalina stood to the left of Elijah with a blank gaze, paying no mind to Chris's request. On the opposite end, at Damien's left, Embarc happily obliged while clutching her notepad to her chest. Angel and Melanie got to the front and sat at the feet of Elijah, both of them giving smiles. And, in the very back, stood Godfrey, who did his best Richard Nixon impersonation with his arms raised for his assured, future victory.
"Wawanakwa on 3!" Chris instructed.
"1…
2…
3!" The dock collapsed underneath all of the contestants.
"Got it!" Chris delightfully chuckled, showing the camera had picked up everyone's face of surprise and terror as they fell into the chilly waters. "Gonna put this one in my end of the summer scrapbook, for sure!"
"Fuck you, McLean!" Damien screamed at the top of his lungs.
"C'mon, guys, who told y'all to get in the lake? You're not supposed to go swimming, yet!" Chris walked away from the group, clutching his stomach.
/
The camera cut to the gang being escorted by Chris to the campfire. "Alright, here on Total Drama Island, the 14 of you will be competing against one another for a grand prize of $1,000,000!" The camera flashed over to show a small treasure chest filled to the brim with gold, jewels, and diamonds. "But, here on Wawanakwa, you must be able to endure the harsh outdoors and tiptoe around the wildfire." The camera flashed to a bear holding up a moose in a full nelson by his antlers while another bear was delivering rapid fire strikes to the moose's midsection. "Compete in death defying challenges that will push you to your absolute limit!" It flashed to show a young man in a red plaid shirt and khaki shorts being hit in the face with several apples. "And best of all, you must outlast, outsmart, and outplay each other." This last sentence forced all of the players to give each other distrusting looks to one another.
"Which is why we are here at the campfire," Chris continued. "After every challenge, you and your peers will congregate here as you will determine who will be taking the walk down the Walk of Shame and getting aboard the Boat of Losers to never return! EVER!"
He continued to give them a tour around the island, now, coming upon the cabins. At his feet, there were two rugs, one green and one red, rolled up on the ground. "These will be your homes for the next few weeks."
"Really wish we had what was advertised on the posters," Melanie grumbled.
"Ah, yes, false advertisement!" Chris beamed at the nepo baby. "Show of hands. Who would have came here if we had shown actual pictures of Camp Wawanakwa?" No hands reached to the skies. "We had to sucker y'all in, one way or another. So, yeah, this conversation is now dead. Will the church say amen?"
No response was had to Chris's chagrin. "I said will the church say amen?"
"Amen," the gang groaned in unison.
"Alright, these here cabins are for each of the teams we will have this season," Chris smirked. "First things first, we have to set some ground rules. While you are all adults, there will be no cohabitation amongst the opposite sexes within the cabins," most of the cast just gave him blank stares, with only Tanner showing noticeable disappointment. "Big no no. If you want to hook up, go out into the woods."
"What about proper bathing and lavatories?" Rosalina inquired.
"Good question," Chris gave a thumbs up. "Just was gonna get to that. All showers and toilets are located right over there," he pointed toward a rickety, wooden building that stood about 50 yards away from the cabin on the right. "Communal showers and restrooms, just like freshman year in college."
"That's less than pleasing," Rosalina grimaced at the sight.
"Hey, formulate a way to see who showers first, and it might not be half bad," the host carelessly shrugged. "I'm sure you all had to do this one time or another."
Confessional: [Tamera Sykes – The HBIC]
"OH, HELL NO! DADDY ALWAYS MADE SURE I HAD MY OWN PRIVATE SUITE!" she screeched. "I HAVE TO SHARE A CABIN WITH THESE MOUTH BREATHERS!"
Confessional: [Jacque Cortez Metoyer – The Sheisty Dude]
"Communal? Eh, could be worse," he rolled his eyes.
"But, alright, now, it's time to reveal the teams," Chris snapped his fingers, bringing himself back to the task at hand. "If I say your name, move to the left. Ahem," he cleared his throat before taking a list out of his back pocket. "Ada, Courtney, Elijah, Embarc, Jacque, Rosalina, and Tanner." Each of them motioned over to the designated area.
"Glad we're on the same team, hot stuff," Tanner immediately threw his arm around Ada, who rolled her eyes at the sudden contact.
"Oh, no, my new friend Damien is going to be on the other team," Elijah whined as Damien just silently blinked at the debater.
"I look forward to working with you," Rosalina gave a respectful nod to the rest of her team.
"So, we're a team?" Courtney put his accordion on his back. "I wonder if we're able to get to choose what our name is. If so, I'd like to nominate–
"The Pussy Killers!" Tanner interrupted, making Courtney scowl at the All-American. "Oh, yeah, I know. Best name ever!"
"First off, no. Hell no, even," Chris scowled at the first seven. "That is not anywhere near network friendly. Secondly, we already picked out a name for both teams." He reached down and threw the green rug at the quarterback, who juggled it a bit before reining it in. He unrolled it to reveal a bipedal gopher that was screaming his head off and ready to throw down. "You guys will be the Screaming Gophers!"
Confessional: [Ada Wendy Hall – Screaming Gophers]
"Screaming Gophers?" Ada filed her nails. "I think I'll be fine in the long run. As long as I got Tanner under my thumb, I'll be skipping my way to the $1,000,000!"
Confessional: [Elijah Brenton – Screaming Gophers]
"I get to make new bonds with people that aren't Damien," Elijah nodded to himself. "There are a couple of people that are quite intriguing to me."
Confessional: [Rosalina J. Peña – Screaming Gophers]
"The most obvious threat on this team is Ada," she folded her arms. "From my observations, it seems like Tanner isn't much of a thinker, but he definitely looks like a big physical threat. The others like Embarc, Courtney, and Elijah don't seem to be the athletic types. And, Jacque, todavía tengo que resolver su trato."
"So, that means the other team will consist of Angel, Brooke, Buford, Damien, Godfrey, Melanie, and Tamera," Chris read off. They all shuffled towards the side opposite of the would-be Pussy Killers. Bo and Godfrey glared at one another while Tamera's shifty eyes moved side to side in anticipation. Chris bent down and grabbed the red rug and threw it up for grabs. Luckily, for the host, it landed with a thud on top of a lackadaisical Damien. "Bullseye, baby," Chris chuckled to himself. The rug rolled out on top of Damien to showcase a bass that seemingly was wielding its tail as a weapon. "I now dub thee, the Killer Bass!"
Confessional: [Brooke Baker — Killer Bass]
"Alright, solid name for one," Brooke applauded Chris. "Secondly, I say we have a pretty well-rounded and deep team. Might even do a clean sweep in the team phase!"
Confessional: [Angel Hale — Killer Bass]
"I can tell Buford and Godfrey are going to be such a delight," she smirked, putting a finger to her lips. "They'll be too preoccupied with one another to realize who's the real threat."
Confessional: [Godfrey Ngakoue — Killer Bass]
"Me and Buford on the same team," he let out a gleeful snicker. "How fortuitous?"
Confessional: [Bo Stevens — Killer Bass]
"How lucky am I?" Bo looked at the camera with a confident smirk. "Mr. Soul Glow is on my team."
"You guys, I'd suggest you get comfy for a bit and settled in to your cabins," Chris said. "You guys have some downtime before you have to convene at the mess hall for your first meal here on the island. Feel free to do whatever." He dismissed the campers from his supervision, leaving them to enter their quarters.
/
On the boys side of the Killer Bass cabin, Bo got himself set up in the bunk closest to the door, putting his belongings underneath his bunk. He looked around and assessed the rest of the cabin, seeing 3 sets of bunk beds. "Must have thought that they had more in the budget," he noted.
"More like they couldn't find more marks," Damien said as he was unpacking. "Either way, I was gonna get a bunk to myself, one way or another."
"You gotta become more of people person if you plan on winning, my man," Bo shook his head. "I don't even know why you came here if you're gonna be a little asshole at every turn. You might not even make it past Afro Sheen."
"Whatever," Damien ignored him as he walked out the door to go to the mess hall.
"Insults aren't as endearing as you think, Buford," Godfrey announced his presence as he moved to the bunk that was right next to the window. "I'll tell you this and extend this olive branch. You're a man of ambition just like me. Why fight with each other right now when we have the stronger team?"
"Frankly, my friend, I don't think it was a good idea to paint a target on your back from day 1," Bo dismissively rolled his eyes. "No matter what strategy you try to pull out of your ass, you ain't making it far, brother. I know I can easily get someone like a Brooke and a Tamera to help me boot you out. You're just another dime a dozen mover and shaker."
"Takes one to know one, Stevens," Godfrey scoffed. "I'm just saying that instead of being opponents from the very beginning, what if you, me, and Damien work together? It's easier to navigate this game with a united front. We run this game together and make it all the way to the final 3, and that's when I crush all of your dreams."
"Really? An alliance on day 1?" Bo cocked his eyebrow. "Just shoving it in, no foreplay? Not even trying to rev up the engine."
"I'm a man of my word, Stevens," Godfrey indifferently shrugged. "I can take you to the promised land of second or third place, give you all the notoriety that you desire, and make you the hottest commodity in the reality TV circuit to the point where you're a no brainer for any All-Star season. Or I will bury you six feet deep at the very first chance I get. Really means jack shit to me, either way, but, player to player, pimp to pimp, I thought game recognizes game."
Bo didn't respond to the threat, just eyeing up Godfrey more. He grunted to himself before making his exit, as well.
/
"I don't care that your daddy is the CEO of some company I've never heard of," Brooke frowned at the HBIC. "We aren't your little servants that are going to cater to your every little whim."
"But, you should because are you the only reason why people watched Diet Full of Love?" Tamera said. "No? I thought so. And as the resident veteran of reality TV, you all should listen to me and do as I say."
"Tammy, baby, I don't think this is really a big deal," Melanie yawned. "We're all staying in the same crummy cabins."
"We are, but the boys have bunks all to themselves!" Tamera exclaimed. "It is imperative that us ladies all have our own space and privacy."
"There are 4 of us and 3 bunks," Brooke noted. "Due to simple math, two of us are going to have to bunk up with one another."
"Precisely," Tamera agreed.
"So, why can't I bunk with you?"
"You can't have the bottom bunk, nor will you crush me in our sleep when these rickety things collapse underneath us," Tamera indignantly told her as she continued to settle her things in the middle bunk.
"Really?' Brooke rolled her eyes. "Mel, what about you?" she turned to the nepo baby, who stood there and whistled. "Huh," Brooke sighed. "Why did I have to be on the team with these two babies."
"Brooke, love," Angel called over as she entered the cabin. "You can just bunk with me."
"Finally, a normal person," the center grumbled as she carried her belongings to the bunk that was situated near the door.
/
On the girl's side of the Gopher's cabin, Rosalina settled her belongings at the edge of her bed, taking the bunk that was right next to the cabin window. She sat back and watched as Tanner had carried all of Ada's luggage and whatnot. Her face did not hide her curiosity, but she tried to pay them no mind as she was approached by Embarc. "Hey," she ran her hands through her hair. "Embarc, right?"
"The one and only," the chipper shipper beamed back with her trademark smile. "I'm so happy that we're on the same team."
"Oh yeah," Rosalina folded her arms. "And why's that?"
"You seem to be a bit of a tough nut to crack, but I've been trying to do research on all of the cast members since the announcements a couple months back," Embarc explained. "Just been perusing through social media and the occasional Google search here and there."
"And?"
"And, I've been trying to get to know everyone and take notes on them," Embarc pulled out her notebook, allowing Rosalina to take a glance at them. "Just a little project that I've been working on."
"Ah, nice," she said as Embarc allowed her to take it for a bit. "I see you've done your due diligence. You got notes on pretty much everyone, including Chris. Hmm, no notes on me."
"Well, it's not like you're somebody that's active on social media," Embarc said.
"I see," Rosalina handed the notebook back to Embarc. "So, what's your deal? Debes tener un motivo oculto."
"No hay necesidad de alarmarse, amiga," Embarc giggled. "I'm only getting notes on everyone because I'm here to help everyone."
"Help everyone?" Rosalina scratched her eyebrow in confusion. "With what exactly?"
"I'm here to help everyone find their perfect match!" Embarc gushed while Rosalina just glared at her, unamused.
"Excuse me, ladies and guttersnipe," Courtney gave a courteous knock at the door, giving an unapproving head shake to Tanner. "It's time that we dine at the mess hall," he said as he headed off in that direction.
"We'll be right there!" Embarc called back before throwing her notebook on her bed and running out to follow him.
"C'mon, babe," Tanner picked Ada up, bridal style. "Can't be late for a meal."
Rosalina remained puzzled as she looked on as the rest of her teammates went to the mess hall. "Just gotta figure them out, and this game will be mine for the taking."
/
"Listen up!" a large dark skinned man, dressed in a chef's outfit and gap teeth, barked at the campers. "I serve it three times a day, and you'll eat it three times a day!" Elijah and Courtney winced a bit, as they were the first up to be served the gruel that the man called lunch. "Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down! NOW!"
"Excuse me, do we have a vegan option? Or even a gluten free variety of your menu?" Melanie asked the man as she was next in line.
"Or even an EMT on speed dial?" Bo carefully examined the bowl of gruel he was given.
"You'll be having a big 'ole helping of shut your damn mouths and eat it!" Chef barked at the two, spraying a bit of spit into both of their faces.
"Great talk, Chef," Bo mumbled as he took his gruel to his seat across from Tamera.
"Eh, this isn't all bad," Damien immediately slurped down his gruel. "I'll gladly take yours if you lost your appetite, Nashville."
"Have at it, bucko," Bo shook his head and pushed his bowl to Damo.
"They can't possibly think we're eating any of his garbage," Tamera said, not looking up while she filed her nails.
"What was that?" was all anybody heard as a bowl of gruel was sent flying through the air before connecting with Bo's face.
"Damn, Bo," Tamera rushed to his side. "I thought I told you that Chef really put his heart and soul into his food." The young man wiped the gruel off his face and glared at Tamera.
"You're damn right I do!" Chef called from the kitchen.
Confessional: [Bo Stevens – Killer Bass]
His eye was twitching, "On the shit list, there are two people, now. Godfrey Ngakoue and Tamera Sykes."
Courtney picked at his food with his fork. "Certainly not gumbo night with T-Jo and Nana." He carefully took a scoop of his gruel.
"I don't think this could qualify as food," Ada watched as her sandwich started to move on its own.
"On the contrary, Ms. Hall," Elijah interjected. "This is most certainly edible, so therefore it must be food."
"But, are you going to eat it, though, pencil neck?" Tanner grunted at him.
"No, I think I'll pass on this one," he said as Tanner shrugged and took his plate from him.
"Here, have mine as well while you're at it." Courtney passed his to the quarterback, who chugged both of the bowls with ease. "I don't think I'd like to see the outcome of this experiment on my body."
"I do not see how can he do it," Ada chuckled in amazement at the Tan Man.
Up at the serving station, Godfrey noticed a roach had crawled into his bowl. "Um, Chef, could I get another bowl? It seems like an insect has crawled in this one." Chef responded by punching the bowl, killing the roach, but the backsplash got all over Godfrey's face.
"Bon appetit," Chef grumbled before Godfrey went back to join his team.
At this moment, Chris entered. "Glad you guys could meet our culinary specialist, Chef Hatchet! He will be providing all of our meals for the rest of the summer!"
"Aight, so who knows where the nearest Chinese restaurant is?" Jacque asked before he had to duck a knife, which got lodged right behind in the wall.
"Be nice! He'll be working hard for each and every one of you guys," Chris pulled the knife out of the wall. "You guys really should grub down. Your first challenge is in an hour, my dudes."
"First challenge?" Elijah pondered. "On our first day?"
"Yessir, my man," Chris reassured. "And somebody will be going home."
"As a vet of this shit, we shouldn't be too worried," Tamera cockily grinned. "First challenge won't be too hard. What are we doing, Chris? A relay? A get to know you special? Or better yet, kickball?"
"Good question. Get your swimsuits on and meet at the peak of Wawanakwa Mount in an hour, and you'll see," Chris whistled on his way.
/
Everyone looked on at Chris in bewilderment.
"Sometimes, it pays to shut the fuck up," Bo frowned at the HBIC.
"Well, I didn't know they'd fucking make us jump off a fucking cliff," she peered over the edge to see a tiny circle of buoys.
Cast:
Guys
Buford Orion "Bo" Stevens III (22), Mr. Keep It Me (me)
Courtney Leonce Broussard (21), The Southern Dandy (me)
Jacque Cortez Metoyer (23), The Sheisty Dude (me)
Damien Alibaster Black (23), The Absolute Fucking Worst (me)
Elijah Brenton (21), The Flamboyant Debater (The Feline Overlord)
Godfrey Ngakoue (22), The Charismatic Villain (AZW330)
Tanner Smith (21), The All-American Quarterback (MorbidGinger)
Gals
Angel Sarai Hale (23), The Cold Hearted Snake (me)
Rosalina J. Peña (23), The FBI Hopeful (me)
Melanie Ines Rios (22), The Nepo Baby (me)
Brooke Baker (21), The Intense Athlete (AZW330)
Tamera Sykes (23), The HBIC (MorbidGinger)
Ada Wendy Hall (24), The Seductive Siren (thedragonrooster)
Embarc Arbarco (21) The Shipper (BaseballCapClyde)
Teams:
Killer Bass – Angel, Brooke, Bo, Damien, Godfrey, Melanie, Tamera
Screaming Gophers – Ada, Courtney, Elijah, Embarc, Jacque, Rosalina, Tanner
A/N: Sup, y'all, Mr. Ruff coming at you from wherever and whenever. I've been feeling inspired for a while. I've been thinking about writing this for a long while. It took a while for this to come to fruition due to a multitude of factors, but I'm writing this, now. I'd like to give a special shoutout to everybody on Discord and everyone out here in the community. And a big special shoutout to my wonderful friend and beta reader for this project, The Feline Overlord. Charniza had to ask Ziophis for a favor, please don't hold it over my head too much. Thank you to everyone that sent me characters for this story. I hope everyone that reads this has a good time with this story. Feel free to holla at me, critique me, give me a shoutout, etc. I'm always looking to hear how I can improve.