Well, this looks familiar.

As some of you have figured out, I have multiple accounts on this site. Due to my fleeting interests in my projects, I often start and restart different fanfictions on old or new accounts. However, I have grown tired of this, so I am moving most of my fanfic's to this new account.

This does mean that I have to reupload some of my old fanfic's, such as this one. I also decided to take the opportunity to remaster it.

Muskoka, Ontario in the summer. The sun was shining, the seagulls were calling to each other, and the rare, freshwater, man-eating sharks were circling the waters.

On one of the many islands that dotted the landscape of lake country sat a decrepit, old summer camp called Camp Wawanawkwa. This summer camp was the home of the newest reality TV competition in Canada: Total Drama Island.

Twenty-two teenagers, all of whom were sixteen years of age, had arrived at the camp this very day. They were divided into teams, wherein, over the next eight weeks, they would compete in challenges against each other. Winners of the challenges may receive a reward, while the losers will have to vote one of their own off the island.

This would continue until only one competitor will remain, who will then be rewarded with both fame and fortune.

These two teams, the 'Killer Bass' and the 'Screaming Gophers', were currently in the midst of their first ever challenge: jumping off the highest-point on the island into the lake below.

Every camper had already either jumped or chickened out of the task… except for one. Owen was pulling on two pairs of large floaties on his fat arms, as he looked nervously at the cliff's edge.

Confessional (Owen): I was pretty darn nervous. See, the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer.

"Screaming Gophers, you need this jump for the win!", said Chris McLean, the smarmy host of the show, through a megaphone. He then turned and gave a deceptively kind smile to Owen. "No pressure, dude."

Owen returned Chris' smile with one of his own… right before Chris yells through the megaphone again, "OK, there's pressure!"

At the bottom of the cliff, on the sandy beach, the Gophers were all trying to cheer (or, in Heather's case, threaten) Owen off the cliff. The opposing team, the Killer Bass, were all booing and hissing.

Owen clenches his fist and shuts his eyes. "C'mon, big guy.", said his fellow teammate, Leshawna, from down below.

Finally, Owen opens his eyes and begins to run to the edge of the cliff. He speeds past a surprised Chris, as the camera goes into slow motion. As Owen inches closer and closer to the edge, inspirational music begins playing.

And then…

"I can't do it!", yells Owen, grinding to a halt just inches away from the edge. As the Gophers groan and the Bass cheer, Chris placed a chicken hat on Owen's head. As the big guy trudged towards the escalator intended for those who chicken out, Chris consulted his clipboard.

"Let's see, that makes two chickens for the Gophers and two for the Bass.", he says, cheekily, tapping the board with his pencil. "That makes it a tie… meaning no one gets the carts!"

Now the air was filled with groans from both teams.

The second part of the challenge soon began: transporting numerous large and heavy crates from the base of the cliff back to camp. There, the teams would use the equipment inside each crate to craft a hot tub, which would then be judged by Chris for the win.

As the day wore on and the hot sun beat down on the heads of every camper, the Bass were established as the clear lead. Having the most athletic of the teens on the island certainly helped with carrying, dragging, or pushing their crates across the tough sand.

The Gophers meanwhile were lagging behind by a considerable margin. Heather was pushing a crate with Lindsay. She paused for a moment to glare at the sun, before wiping her face free from sweat. She looked down at her hand to see makeup smeared on it.

Horrified at the prospect of being recorded on live TV with smeared makeup, she stopped pushing, and took out her makeup kit. Leshawna, who was managing to push a crate by herself, glared at Heather.

"Why are you stopping? We've got to get these crates back to camp!", she said, hotly.

"Oh, puh-lease!", said Heather, putting her kit back. "As if we're going to win today."

"Not with that attitude we're not.", grumbled Leshawna, returning to pushing her crate.

"I'm just saying that we need to give in to the inevitable.", said Heather, starting to help Lindsay again. She smirked. "We even all know who's going home tonight."

Everyone turned to stare at Owen, who was straggling even farther behind his fellow teammates. He had an extremely depressed, melancholy look on his face, and was moving his crate by kicking it along the sand.

Back at the Killer Bass, Tyler was nonchalantly pushing his crate across the sand, when he stopped and began to head for the woods. "I have to take a leak.", he said simply.

"Hurry up. We're trying to win a challenge here.", said Eva, irritably, as Tyler passed her carrying her entire crate with her bare hands.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much.", said a nearby Courtney, with a smirk on her face contrasting the goofy chicken hat that sat on her head. "The other team is leagues behind us."

"Yeah, and they could catch up if we stay still for too long, chicken.", said Eva, mockingly.

Courtney's smirk turned into a frown, as Chris arrived on a bright-red ATV. "Nice job, Killer Bass! You're just ahead of the half-way point back to camp." He then squinted into the distance. "Where's the Gophers at?"

"Last we saw them was twenty minutes ago, eh?", said Ezekiel, as Harold nodded in confirmation.

Chris hummed. "Better go make sure they're OK." He drove off, just as Katie and Sadie decided they needed to use the bathroom as well.

A minute later, Chris pulled up to the eleven Gophers. "Hey, you guys are way behind the other team. Like way, way, way behind the other team. What's the hold up?"

"C'mon, man, do you know how hard it is to push these crates across the sand?", said Cody, indignantly.

"No.", said Chris, simply. He then stops, counting the group of teens. "Hey, you guys are missing a loudmouth, big guy. Where's Owen?"

Noah nonchalantly jerked a thumb to Owen, who was lagging even further behind then before.

"Well, get a move on.", said Chris. "I want to judge the hot tubs before my dinner, OK?"

He then turned the ATV around, zooming back up the beach.

Trent, meanwhile, was pushing a crate with Justin. He stopped for a moment, looking back at Owen with a concerned expression. "I'm going to go check on the big guy.", he said to the male model. Justin, however, was distracted by his reflection in his mirror, and shrugged nonchalantly at Trent.

Trent walked back to Owen, who was now sitting on the sand, drawing in it with a stick.

"How you holding up, dude?", asked Trent.

Owen gave a weak smile. "Pretty good." The smile vanished. "Actually, pretty terrible. I feel like I really let the team down, on my first day here!"

Owen sighed, causing Trent to hang his head.

Back with Chris, he was slowly making his way back to the camp, when he came across the Bass. Once he stopped his vehicle at the team, he was greeted with a unique sight. Katie and Sadie were currently dragging their butts across the sand.

"Um, what the heck is going on here?", said Chris, shocked.

"When they went to the bathroom, they squatted on poison ivy.", said Bridgette.

A sadistic smirk spread across Chris' face. "Oh, no way!", he said, pointing and cackling at the two friends. "That is awesome!"

It was late in the afternoon when the Killer Bass finally arrived in camp. DJ, who had been carrying his crate above his head, threw the wooden box on the ground. "Finally, I thought we'd never make it."

Chris, who was there to welcome them, said, "Killer Bass, you can now open your crates and build your hot tub."

Duncan pulled out a pocket knife, and wedged it into the corners of the crate. "Uh, bup-bup-bup.", said Chris. "You can only use your teeth to open your crates. I came up with that one myself."

"You… can't be serious?", said Bridgette, incredulously.

Eva, however, stalked over to one of the crates, bit into the side, and ripped off a chunk of wood. The box soon fell to pieces.

"All right, Eva!", said Geoff.

It was nearing dinnertime when the Gophers finally made it to camp. All eleven of them looked completely exhausted, sweating and panting.

"We… we made it…", said Beth, faintly, before passing out on the ground.

"Look you guys!", said Cody, pointing at the Bass. Said team, despite their initial successes in the challenge, had now devolved into various arguments and fights. Their hot tub was only halfway completed.

"The Bass have barely started on theirs.", said Trent, gleefully. "We could still win this, guys!"

Chris suddenly walked onto screen. "Killer Bass, you only have fifteen minutes left to complete your hot tub." He glanced over at the Gophers. "Oh, Screaming Gophers, didn't see you there. Sucks to be you guys right now."

Cut to fifteen minutes later, where the Bass and Gophers' hot tubs were being examined by Chris. He walked over to the Bass', which is held together by a roll of duct tape, has dirty water in its tub, and a hot water heater that is currently smoking.

Chris hummed at the ramshackle pool, then turned to the Gophers' tub… which wasn't even completed. The team only had enough time to complete the framework of the pool, and even it had been so hastily put together that it was moments away from falling apart.

"Huh.", said Chris, before turning to both teams. "Well, both of these hot tubs are pretty horrible, sorry to say. But, seeing as how the Gophers' is practically nonexistent, I have to give the win over to the Bass."

Said team began to cheer, as Chris says, "And, as a special treat, you get to keep this hot tub for the rest of the summer. Bonus!"

At that moment, the Bass' hot tub fell completely apart, flooding the area with dirty water. "Oh, hate to see that happen.", said Chris. "Gophers, I'll see your sorry butts at the campfire ceremony tonight."

At dinner, the Bass were busy basking in the glow of their first win, while the Gophers were busy giving each other awkward stares. "So, like, what happens now again.", said Lindsay, looking both confused and apprehensive.

"We have to vote someone off, genius.", said Gwen, rolling her eyes.

Owen, meanwhile, did something he had never done in his life before. He pushed his plate of food away, muttering about not being hungry, then trudged off.

"Well, I think we're all agreed that tubby is the one to go.", said Heather, decisively, to murmurs of assent around the table.

"Hey, c'mon, guys, he feels really bad about what happened.", said Trent. "Can't we give him a break?"

"Who else is there to vote for?", said Noah, not looking up from a book he was reading.

"Well, what about her?", said Trent, pointing to an embarrassed Beth. "She didn't jump off either."

"Yeah, but she's not eight-hundred pounds of pure lard.", said Heather, acidly, as Trent glared at her.

Later that night at the campfire pit, nine Gophers had been given the assent that they'd be staying in the competition, in the form of handing out marshmallows.

As the standing, safe team members watched, Chris eyed Owen and Beth, both of whom were wearing their required chicken hats.

"Owen, Beth, there is just one marshmallow left on this plate.", said Chris, holding up said plate. "The person who does not receive this final marshmallow, must immediately head to the Dock of Shame."

Beth was looking extremely nervous, while Owen just looked depressed.

"The final marshmallow of the evening goes to…

…

…

…

… Beth!"

Beth gave a squeal of happiness, and ran up to receive her marshmallow.

Owen gave a small sigh, then gave a smile to his former team members. "Well, I probably would've voted for me, too.", he said, chuckling slightly.

"Sorry, big guy.", said Trent, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"It's OK.", said Owen, standing up from his seat and walking out of the pit. "At least I won't have to stay here at this crappy summer camp all summer."

As he left, the other Gophers all looked at the camp in question. "Is it too late to do a revote?", said Noah, dryly.

Despite barely knowing him for a day, all the Gophers came out to see Owen onto the Boat of Losers. After the boat had disappeared into the night, all of them gave each other awkward stares, wondering who would be next.

Meanwhile, at the Bass cabin, the remains of the team's destroyed hot tub had been cleared away and the team were enjoying their party.

"To the Killer Bass!", said Geoff, raising a bottle of soda. Courtney, DJ, Tyler, and Ezekiel raised their bottles of pop as well, repeating Geoff's line.

The Screaming Gophers soon appeared, walking towards their cabin and trying to not look at the wild party. Seeing them, Katie and Sadie began to dance, singing, "Go, Bass! Go, Bass!" However, their dance moves were... less than flattering to their team.

"Would you guys stop dancing?", said Courtney, embarrassed.

Teams

Killer Bass: Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Ezekiel, Geoff, Harold, Katie, Sadie, and Tyler

Screaming Gophers: Beth, Cody, Gwen, Heather, Izzy, Justin, Leshawna, Lindsay, Noah, and Trent

Eliminated: Owen

Votes

Owen-9

Beth-2

Owen seemed to be the most logical choice to vote off first. Not only does it make sense in an AU version of the episode, but it also gets rid of a major player in canon, changing up the status quo.