(Transcripted from r/camptv)
gwent43vr: did you guys hear?
C0C04N0C0: the new season?
jeffl0vr: yea i thought that was like a joek
jeffl0vr: are any of the old guys coming back i mean theres not a lot of people left
C0C0N0C0: yea theres gonna be a new cast i think maybe we'll get a cameon or 2
gwent43vr: i can't wait to get attachd 2 more early boots!
FIREMAN333: rofl, new blood to spill
HerHotness432: BRINGLINDSAYBACK2007!11!
gwent43vr: its weird how soon it is, the finale was barely weeks ago!
jeffl0vr: a month or 2 but yea i hope the effects r better, maybe the budget will be better 2
FIREMAN333: You guys do know that those guys in season 1 died for real right
gwent43vr: no way it was totally scripted
Mistercoconutgirl: lol thats what they want you to think
gwent43vr: come on they cant do that on tv
FIREMAN333: not legally but they did lmao
FIREMAN333: /CAMPTV
jeffl0vr: holy shit
jeffl0vr: wait it starts with a g
An unwashed wreck of a bus squeals to a sudden halt, rocking in place as it parks right in front of the entrance of an equally unkempt Film Lot. The Lot was surrounded by a startlingly high, gray-brick wall. The top bricks were decorated with spikes and barbed wire - not unlike the walls of a prison yard.
The entrance was under a golden arch, whose spray-painted letters read "MCLEAN PICTURES'' over a defunct toll booth. In front of the booth was a currently open gate, two metal wire fences that would slide and lock into place at the press of a button.
As the wreck on wheels stopped it's rocking, the door opened with a screech to allow the first of its many passengers to step out onto the pavement.
"Hello Million Dollars, Sha-Lightning is here for y-AUGH!" A young black man in a blue jersey was interrupted mid-boast when a woman around his age pushed him through the Bus's entrance so that she could get off as well.
[Subject #15: Rudolph Jackson - The Uber Jock]
"Move it Jockstrap, if they're handing the prize money over to anyone in the first episode it's gonna be me." The young woman who pushed Lightning to the ground wore a gray hoodie and matching sweatpants, looking just as sporty as the football player she knocked over.
[Subject #13: Josephine Silver - The Heartless Tomboy]
Lightning got back on his feet quickly as his large blue duffle bag broke his fall, glaring at Jo as she carried her own bags closer to the Lot's gate.
"Ooh, Lightning is so voting for you man!" Lightning threatened, Jo snorted in amusement.
Two more people exited the bus, one a year or two younger than the jocks who got off first.
The first one who joined Jo and Lightning was a man whose crew cut, along with his dog tags and respectable attire, made it clear that he had a military background.
"Now as a simple cadet I don't mean to pry-"
"Then don't." Both Jo and Lightning responded.
"But no team can succeed with its soldiers squabbling before the mission even begins!" He asserted.
[Subject #06: Brick MacArthur - The Army Cadet]
"Thanks Major Dolt, I forgot that I might need to carry Locker Hopper here for the entire season." Jo said, ignoring Brick's look of offense.
"Lightning may not know what you called him, but Sha-Lightning is gonna' be the one getting to carry you bro!" Lightning crossed his arms in defiance.
Jo quirked an eyebrow. "You do know I'm a girl, right?"
Lightning squinted in Jo's direction, before his eyes widened in realization.
"Yeah, totally." He scoffed unconvincingly. "Lightning knew that since the beginning."
A shaggy-looking young man in a green toque, even younger than the other three on the sidewalk, looked at the concrete walls surrounding the lot and whistled in appreciation.
"Whoever the new host is, they got the right idea." He said. "Wonder if he got a large enough bunker for when the nukes drop."
[Subject #23: Shawn Walker - The Conspiracy Nut]
Lightning, Jo, and Brick looked at Shawn with varying states of alarm.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jo asked.
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Someone's getting surprise nuked."
The confused looks of Shawn's fellow passengers went unnoticed by him as he went to put down the massive bag he carried on his back.
"Yeah, I'm not unpacking that." Said the passenger who exited after Shawn, he made sure to walk around him to stand next to the nonbelievers. He was of Indian descent and held his bag in his arms, refusing to set it down on the ground like the others.
[Subject #09: Dave Patel - The Realist]
He said no other words as he waited alongside the rest. The sidewalk got increasingly more crowded as over twenty people took turns marching out of the rusted public transport.
"This is so exciting!" A girl with bright red hair in pigtails said cheerfully to a young woman walking next to her. The darker skinned girl she spoke to smiled, her hair was dyed as well, purple instead of red, and was tied into a bulky braid.
"O-M-G, right?" The purple-haired girl said. "I can't wait to meet Chris, I've been a fan of his since I was in diapers."
[Subject #24: Sierra Kauffman - The Obsessive Fanatic]
The redhead spotted the sign that hung above the gate they were in front of. "Hm, do you think he'll be as... jerk-ish , as he is on tv?"
[Subject #29: Zoey Lane - The Small Town Girl]
Sierra scoffed. "Clearly the Character of Chris McLean is nothing like Chris McLean the man."
"Wow Sierra, you sure know a lot about Chris." Zoey said.
"I'm a third generation Chris Stan," Sierra elaborated. "We were going to call ourselves Christians, but putting that on your Tweeter profile gives people the wrong idea."
A snort of derision behind the conversing girls caught the two's attention.
"Let's be real, if anything McLean is probably worse off camera." Said a ginger man in worn jeans and a wife beater. "You know what those tv types are like, right?"
[Subject #22: Scott Sanderson - The Troublemaker]
While Zoey looked concerned after Scott's words, it was in reaction to the near murderous glare Sierra gave the natural redhead.
"Well I'll have you know-" Whatever Sierra was going to say would go unknown as a young, well groomed man got between her and Scott.
"Sorry, did someone here mention THE Chris McLean?" He said, with the kind of voice you'd hear presenting a prize on a game show. "Host of Camp TV, Underappreciated Celebrity Chef, and most adorable member of Fametown Chris McLean?"
[Subject #28: Topher Potenza - The Aspiring Host]
Zoey, though she had no clue what Topher was saying, perked up at the squee Sierra let out.
"No way, another Christian?" Sierra squealed, immediately forgetting Scott's comments.
"Born again!" Topher said jovially. "Nice to know someone else came for the true prize of the show."
Scott could only gawk at horror as the two Chris McLean fans unloaded an entire biography worth of Chris facts onto Zoey(and by extension, him).
Meanwhile, another group formed by the wayside of the quartet that was composed of five people who couldn't look more mis-matched if they tried.
Two were in the middle of a fierce discussion that the other three were witness to. The arguing pair consisted of fairly young men, one tall, lanky, and black while the other was his near opposite - short, tubby, and with a pasty white complexion - both however wore some of the most eye-catching garments of the entire group. One wore an emerald green wizard's robe complete with a makeshift staff and fake beard, and the other wore what was clearly cosplay of a "James Stock" villain.
"Clearly you are under the influence of the babbleroot potion to believe that the Kings of the Ring documentaries are an infallible recount, devoid of factual omission!" Cursed the LARPer. "It is clear that those magically-deficit frauds in Hollow Wood wished to make gold coins without doing the proper research in the sacred texts!"
[Subject #14: Leonard Norton - The LARPer]
While the shorter boy in uniformly gray clothing looked aghast, two others in their group shared looks of confusion at Leonard's theatrics. A bespectacled girl with her red hair tied in a tight bun and wearing a frumpy sweater looked on with disinterest.
The purple haired boy let out a sound of indignation. "Hmph, it's clear that your reliance on such a childish genre, which unlike Science-Fiction holds little to no grounds in reality, has rendered your intellectual faculties insufficient in the processing department."
[Subject #16: Maximillian Churchill - The Greenhorn]
At the looks of confusion of her fellow audience members, the girl in the sweater spoke for the first time. "Max has determined that Leonard here is, for lack of a better term, unintelligent for partaking in the fantasy genre."
[Subject #21: Scarlett Herring - The Quiet Brainiac]
The third man in their group, who wore glasses and had short, curly reddish-brown hair, let out a throaty laugh after Scarlett's explanation.
"Heh heh heh, I get it now." He said, though Scarlett had already returned to ignoring him.
[Subject #19: Sam Penders - The Gamer]
"All I did was ask Leonard if he watched the new Kings of the Ring movie, and then the shorter one came along and - hmm." The other girl in the group spoke up. She wore the only outfit that could rival the two arguing boys, as it presented a Princess theme similar to the LARPer's Renaissance Faire attire. Her features presented a mixed heritage, likely White and Korean.
The young girl continued on sadly. "I never meant to cause so much discord on the first day."
[Subject #11: Ella Kim - The Princess Wannabe]
"Don't worry too much Ella, it is simply in their nature to argue on such things." A pale girl in a green sweater reassured Ella as she joined the group of oddballs. "Though you cannot see it as clearly as I can, understand that these events aren't as much your fault as theirs."
"He's the wrong one!" Both Leonard and Max shouted at the newest girl, pointing at each other with accusation.
The girl gave no indication that she cared, her eyes remaining closed in a serene way.
[Subject #10: Dawn Murphy - The Moonchild]
"Weird huh?" Sam said, attempting to catch the attention of Scarlett who had already begun walking away, his elbow jab promptly greeted empty air
Ella, Dawn, and a disheartened Sam continued to watch the cosplayers and their heated discourse.
A blonde girl in a blue tracksuit attempted to step out the bus at around this point, only to be roughly pushed out by a near identical girl in a red cheerleader's outfit. The two girls, twins, had opposite expressions as the less flashy of the two only barely managed to avoid falling face first onto the pavement.
"Oops, why'd you stop moving Samey. " The cheerleader affectionately reprimanded her sister. "A lot of people want to get off, you almost hurt yourself."
[Subject #02: Amanda Lynch - The Aggressive Twin]
"Samey" could only sigh in surrender, not bothering to check the ankle that began to hurt from her stumble.
[Subject #20: Samantha Lynch - The Passive Twin]
While Amy hopped out the bus and made a beeline towards Lightning's group, the sportiest looking of the bunch, Sammy simply stood to the side apart from everyone else.
A taller girl, the tallest of the group in fact, stepped out next. She had to crouch a bit, even taking off her hat to do so, but strided towards the dejected twin.
"That stumble was a bit iffy, eh?" She asked "Samey" with a clear Australian accent, placing her safari hat back on. "Looks more like your sis pushed you, Samey was it?"
"Sammy." The blonde mumbled, looking at the ground. "It's fine, roughhousing and whatever."
"Well Sammy," Jasmine retorted. "Roughhousin' needs you to push a bit too, yeah?"
[Subject #12: Jasmine Lewis - The Outback Survivalist]
"Yeah…" Sammy responded unassuredly, still caught up with being referred to by her actual name.
A young woman with an immaculate pouf then stepped out the bus, conversing with a muscular boy who followed her.
"And then she gets her panties in a twist cuz I says to her 'just say gay,' cuz it's just confusin' whenever they go on about cousin Eddie bein' creative or shit cuz they don't wanna say the g word." She said, walking as she spoke at the same time as she applied a new coat of hairspray on with careful precision. "Like he's gay, what's the hubbabaloo you ain't see me cryin' Auntie Jess."
[Subject #03: Anne Maria Gonzales - The Jersey Girl]
"Yeah…" The redhead following replied dreamily, showing off his strength by carrying both their bags with ease. He was only an inch or two shorter than Jasmine, but his bulkier build was barely contained by his overalls and white undershirt.
"Nice to know some men can still listen nowadays." Anne Maria punctuated with a click of the tongue. "Oh, and let my bags touch the floor and I'll kill you."
Completely enraptured by the Jersey Girl Rodney could only reply with a loving "Okay."
[Subject #18: Rodney Tucker- The Romantic]
The pseudo-couple joined the wait in front of The Lot's gate as three more people left the bus. Despite all three being Black and close to College Freshman age, none of them would seem to run in the same circles.
First to come out was a young man with a large amount of hair, with an Afro and Beard that must've taken years to grow out. While his hair was fairly well trimmed, despite its length, his clothing was noticeably schlubby with stains of unknown origins permanently marking them.
Following him was a man of great size, wearing a large jacket and orange cap, with both his ears pierced. While he was unmistakably fat, there was a definition of muscle, combined with a wordless charisma, that made it clear that nobody could mess with him.
Finally, a scrawny young man with a physique akin to a middle schooler's followed after those two as if to demonstrate how easily he could be lost in another person's shadow. He had a shaved head and wore coke bottle glasses that looked larger than they should've been, alongside a red hoodie and orange shorts.
[Subject #05: Beardo Arthur - The Sound Guy]
[Subject #04: Beverly Mitchell-Owens - The Silent Type]
[Subject #07: Cameron Corduroy Wilkins - The Bubble Boy]
The three grouped together in their own spot near the others, continuing their wordless conversation through sign language.
" I'm so glad I studied sign, " Cameron signed to his new friends. " I knew it'd come in handy someday. "
Beardo signed a simple " Yup", but then immediately brought his hands to his mouth to help him mimic the sound of a victory horn.
B gave the two of them an appreciative look before signing ' Thank you, it's nice being understood .'
Cameron and Beardo both signed their acknowledgement of his thanks.
After the trio were two blonde women, who both took great care in their appearance. The thinner of the two wore designer shades that hid her eyes, though if you knew anything about rich families you would likely recognize her from somewhere regardless. The other girl was overweight, but confident in her body as she displayed her entire stomach with a crop-top. While her skinny counterpart kept her hair down, she clearly had it styled to show off.
"Yeah I've been in pageants, got tired of winning them all though." The taller of girls carefully downplayed. "Great jumping off point, but it's still kid's stuff you know."
"Oh really, why that's the darndest thing ah ever heard." Sugar said with a noticeable southern accent. "'Course ah moved on to play with the big girls, but it's good to expand your horizons, retire with the crown an' you don' gotta risk losin' it."
Dakota gave Sugar a smile that told her to choke, and Sugar returned it a welcoming grin that dared her to try something. They continued their conversation despite this.
[Subject #08: Dakota Milton - The Fame Monger]
[Subject #27: Sugar Graham - The Pageant Queen]
Following the fame hungry blondes was a lean young man in a simple t-shirt and jeans, his hair styled in a bizarre combination of a mullet and faux hawk. Though lithe in physique, there was a clear tiredness in his eyes and gap-toothed smile.
Mike did not immediately group with anyone, instead, he looked at the gate directly. With an expression that said 'my life starts here'.
[Subject #17: Mike Amato-Delgado - The Actor]
The penultimate pair to exit the bus were two girls of average height. One was First Nations, Cree, and had an athletic build. Opposite to her was an overweight girl in a pink jacket, zipped all the way up despite the temperature, with her hair done up in a loose ponytail.
They both said a polite hi one another on the bus, but neither had the nerve or material to begin a conversation and simply joined the others on the sidewalk.
[Subject #25: Sky Clarke - The Athlete]
[Subject #26: Staci Wheeler - The Compulsive Liar]
The final contestant left the bus at his leisure, back straight and with a look that asked for a challenge with the knowledge that no one would step up. Handsome enough to grace the covers of an entire library's worth of romance novels, even his walk exuded an air of being better than anyone without trying. It was no surprise when several of his peers turned to take a look at him, almost outshining the sun with his radiance.
[Subject #01: Alejandro Burromeurto - The Manipulator]
As he joined the group, the bus door screeched shut and its driver wasted no time in driving away from the lot as if he was late for an appointment. The bus vanishing from everyone's line sight signaled the finality of Alejandro's exit.
This was all of them, these twenty-eight people they were standing with would be their future competition. Twenty eight people between each of them and a Million dollars.
"Okay, we're here," Jo said impatiently. "Do we go inside, cause I don't see a welcoming committee coming out here."
"The gate's open, no use waiting all day." Jasmine said.
There were mutters of agreement and some nodding.
The group slowly but surely filed into The Lot. The minute Alejandro, who kept to the back of the line, stepped onto the Lot's grounds, the gate shuddered and closed behind them. The only exit they currently knew of had just sealed itself off, and now the group was attentive of their surroundings.
The Lot was as ugly on its inside as it's outside, with buildings that were at least a century that old barely looked inhabitable.
"Believe it or not, this Lot was quite successful in the eighties." Scarlett said out loud to no one in particular.
"I did some research too, the place has been abandoned for thirty years after the lot went bankrupt." Cameron added. "Not much on why, but there's rumors that what little money they had went to paying off lawsuits."
"Freaky." An unnerved Sky commented.
"Oh yeah, my Great Grandpa worked here." Staci spoke up. "Yeah, he told me people died here and they had to let everyone go to pay off the families."
"Course McLean would pick this dump." Scott said.
"I feel like I'm getting tetanus just standing here." Dave quipped.
"Where's Chris, and more importantly, the Cameras." An annoyed Dakota also commented.
"Chris is probably getting ready for a big entrance," an excited Topher proposed. "Oh I can't wait to see what challenges he's come up with, you guys think they'll be just as grueling as last season."
A nearby Scott side-eyed Topher. "Don't cream your pants, the asshole isn't even here yet."
"Well, where is he?" An impatient Anne Maria asked. "I ain't waitin' all day for him to powder his nose, I came here to win."
Jo nodded in agreement. However, Dawn suddenly made her way to the front of the group with a perturbed look on her face.
She looked around, as if the thing she was searching for was on the move.
"Hey Albino girl," Amy asked with a sneer. "The drugs kicking in or what?"
Dawn shushed Amy, who gave an affronted look in response. "I'm making no attempt to worry you all, but I've felt something foreboding since the moment the gates closed."
"Don't know what freaky stuff she's on, but I agree, somethings wrong." Dave said. "Where's the crew? The cameras? This place is supposed to be the setting of a reality show and there's not even paparazzi."
This caught Dakota's attention. "He's right! This show's supposed to be big, why was there no crowd on the other side of the wall?"
She pointed towards the foreboding walls that enclosed the area, and now a murmur of discontent crashed over the crowd of young adults.
Unbeknownst to them, a small spherical object - several in fact - had been rolled towards the group.
A quiet hiss, easy to miss under the conversation, signaled the release of a clear gas that wasn't dissipating anytime soon.
While those farther from the center of the group would feel the gas slowly take effect, it would go unnoticed as questions and arguments amongst the college kids broke out. But all would fall silent when Staci, right in the middle of discussing tips her therapist cousin (thrice removed) gave her for calming down, stopped mid-sentence to cough. A Cough that turned into a hacking fit, her hands going to her throat in a panic as her eyelids became too heavy to keep up.
Those standing next to her like Sky and Mike would rush to her aid but would turn their heads to the direction of even more coughs. Several in the group would fall to their knees, some like Cameron and Anne Maria would almost immediately faint.
Rodney dropped all the bags he was carrying to catch the Jersey girl but found himself too weak to stand up as she fell into his arms. Even Dawn, distracted by the disturbance she felt, would fall onto her behind as her legs failed her.
Soon the group began to drop in droves, going silent as they passed out. The once composed Scarlett looked to be on the defensive, eyes darting amongst the few still standing. B sat down, trying to slow his breathing while a nearby Shawn (covering his face with his toque) rummaged through his bag in a hurry. Alejandro held his shirt up to his nose and forced his legs to take one step after the other, trying to get some distance between himself and the group. Mike and Sky finally fell to the already unconscious Staci's side.
Thuds could be heard, twenty-eight in total, with the only one still standing being Dave. He had pulled a face mask from a baggie in his pocket, but even as the gas took its time with him, he remained paralyzed. He would finally collapse, not from the gas but from a panic attack as a hundred possibilities flooded his brain.
Terrorists?
A Gas Leak?
A Sudden Plague?
He would receive no answers as he joined his unconscious castmates on the ground.
From the privacy of a room, hidden deep in one of the dilapidated buildings, was an impressive computer set up. Multiple screens connected to a mile-long board of buttons, switches, and knobs. From this surveillance room, a figure hidden from everything could only smile as the entire cast of the newest season of Camp TV were knocked out by the gas they had ordered to be delivered to the area.
"Now, the game begins."
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Cast: Alejandro, Amy, Anne Maria, B, Beardo, Brick, Cameron, Dakota, Dave, Dawn, Ella, Jasmine, Jo, Leonard, Lightning, Max, Mike, Rodney, Sam, Sammy, Scarlett, Scott, Shawn, Sierra, Sky, Staci, Sugar, Topher, and Zoey.
Total of Survivors: 29
(AN): So it begins, technically. I just wrote this on a whim, so I'll probably won't make it my number one priority to consistently update this fic. But who knows? If this gets enough attention, I might get this completed in a couple of years.
I've seen a whole bunch of fics that put the TD cast into death games, but most involve the OG 22, Alejandro, Sierra, and maybe the ROTI cast if the author isn't rewriting the first season of the show. I thought the newer castmembers deserved a chance to shine in this situation, so I created my own little game. Review and share if you like it.
This fic has been Cross-Posted AO3 under the same name. While I'm keeping most of the characters the same, I am reinterpretating them in a more realistic manner.
Feel free to also guess who's gonna die, since it's no secret that blood is gonna get spilled.