Reality Collides: The Ezekiel Chronicles

by CaioCoia

A devoted Cartoon Network fan finds himself inexplicably transported into Total Drama world, assuming the role of the misunderstood character Ezekiel. With real-world knowledge and a burning desire for redemption, he must navigate challenges, alliances, and drama to rewrite Ezekiel's fate. Can he change his own destiny and make his Total Drama dreams come true? An Ezekiel S.I

51. First Day Off Pt 1

Autor's note: Firstly I want to comment one thing, this chapter actually is 35 thousand words, but I had to cut in half because I wanted to give you all a chance to read and give reviews on what parts you loved most, so I want you guys to understand one thing, maybe after tomorrow will be a new chapter, but after the part 2 of First Day, we will reach the Arc I wanted so much to write... The Mall Arc, which I want you all to understand that the arc will be only focused on Ezekiel and his friends, you will understand. Now enjoy the part 1.

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Answering Reviews:

KenWil2001 . I didn't get your question, so I will leave the answer with Maybe.

Cafe-Pasion41 . Well many things is happening, so maybe he will add the movie arc on the book? Who knows?

Claudia Tarley. Cladia, ESTE CAPITULO É GIGANTE 35 MIL PALAVRAS, então se prepare para a parte 2, então curta bem este capitulo e me diga do que gostou de cada parte, pois você vai enteder o que aconteceu, se prepare para muito desenvolvimento de personagem. E respondedo sua pergunta sim aos poucos o Chris fica mais cruel, mas ele terá pontos onde ele reconhecerá seu limites como no caso que ele no final se tornou a versão do reboot dele. Então vai ser quase a mesma coisa, então aproveite.

Djinn. Have fun with the part 1 of this chapter.

Wolfang21. Better prepare yourself, because the chapters are coming. XD

Mad guest. To answer that, the opening scenes will be written after the first elimination of Total Drama Action, and the Opening of Yuyu Hakusho after the end of Four Saint Beasts arc.

Just Guest. Answering your chances, none. No chance, because Ezekiel doesn't want to make an animated series. I have a friend who insists me into doing it, but I don't want to do it. So the chance is 0 percent.

Just guessing . Chris of course in the future will be inspired by the books XD.

Eccentric Guest. Thank you for liking the chapter, and no, I don't think I should add more characters references on the campers. I overstep the quantity of references of doing that, anyway, prepare yourself for the first part of the chapter, and have fun.

Le Quack. Well Jane was the one who dealt with the bald bully, while Sky was the one who focused most on the book and author than being traped into a relationship with the canon boy who she had to break up on the future seasons, probably from a toxic relationship or other things. Anyway, have fun reading this chapter.

Hyper LOL Guest. Well, everyone had crazy lives, and Ezekiel probably wouldn't have a chance into meeting personally Duncan's family since they live in USA, and Duncan doesn't know that Ezekiel knew them, so they are just there for references of the fanfic, and also... Ezekiel only does Cartoon Network books.

Ghostly Guest. Thank you for liking the chapter, and the accident actually happened when Chef had a sparing with Kim, he accidentally shot with a gun on her, which caused so much chaos and grudges happening on that time. And it took years to Chef finally get the courage to ask forgiveness from her and himself. And trust me, if you watch Dramarama, for his grandma and mom, Chef is a total pushover. XD. Yeah, and Thorn seems to be in good humor, since no hunter had died, or neither massacred without limbs, so it's a personal victory for them and a good survival story.

Just a wee guest. Yeah, get ready for the future chapters happening. XD

Sleepy Guest. Get ready for the future chapters. XD

Mr. E Guest. Well, prepare yourself dude. Because things will start to get interesting. XD

Benny Farr. Yep, she does.

nickvan2024 . In a few chapters on the future, who knows? XD

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. Okay, explaining again, this is a part 1 of 2, and after that it will happens the arc... THE MALL, which will be focused on Ezekiel and a few extra characters. Prepare yourselves. Peace out. Have fun reading this chapter.

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(Prison)

A sprawling, fortress-like prison. Its towering walls are crowned with barbed wire, and the imposing steel gates scream isolation. In this facility, the most dangerous criminals in Canada are buried away, left to be forgotten by the world. Inmates here are not just imprisoned—they're erased, relics of their past lives locked away behind cold bars and tighter security. Among them is Shego, a notorious figure even in such a company.

Shego's crimes? Not typical. She wasn't a bank robber or a murderer. She was once the top spy hired by the Canadian government, since she was one of the elite teams of the military squad, she was sent across the world to carry out dangerous, classified missions that no one else dared to attempt. She completed them all with chilling precision. And now, ironically, because of how much information she held, they threw her in here, out of fear that she'd become a liability.

Her cell, though secluded, isn't bare. Shego's notoriety afforded her some luxuries, a softer bed, a small but steady supply of good coffee, books, and even a radio. After all, she had served her country, hadn't she? But despite these comforts, she couldn't help but roll her eyes every time she thought about how over-the-top the whole scandal was. They acted like she was some ticking time bomb about to go off. "Dramatic, much?" she often muttered to herself.

But there was one thing Shego couldn't shake, no matter how much she tried to distract herself, the ache of missing her family. She thought about Ron, her goofy yet charismatic husband, and Kim, her fierce and kind-hearted wife. Then there were her kids. She missed them more than she'd admit, even to herself. It was a bittersweet longing, the kind that sometimes made her irritable.

Just then, the clang of metal echoed down the corridor as the guard approached her cell. He was an older man, his face as stern and lifeless as the prison itself.

"Shego. Visitor for you," he grunted, glancing at his clipboard. "Someone named...Kaleidoscope."

Shego frowned, sitting up. "Kaleidoscope? What the hell?" She wasn't expecting anyone and the name certainly wasn't ringing any bells. Still, her curiosity got the better of her, and she swung her legs over the side of the bed, stretching lazily before standing. "Fine, fine. Let's see who's got the nerve to visit me."

As she was escorted down the long, dimly lit hallway to the meeting room, she mentally prepared herself for the worst. It could be anyone, a shady figure from her past missions, some government stooge trying to fish for intel, or a journalist looking for a scoop.

The meeting room was bleak, as expected. A large glass window separated prisoners from visitors, with heavy-duty phones on either side for communication. Shego was led to her spot, and when she looked through the glass, she blinked in surprise.

Sitting on the other side was Izzy, one of her daughters, her smile bright and full of life.

"Hi, Mom!" Izzy's voice rang clear and enthusiastic as she waved energetically. The grin on her face was mischievous, just like Shego remembered. "Didn't you expect to see me? Surprise!"

For a moment, Shego just stared. Then a smirk tugged at her lips. "Kaleidoscope, huh? Gotta say, not bad, kid." She took a seat, picking up the phone.

"I thought it had a nice ring to it," Izzy said, leaning forward, her smile never faltering. "Figured you could use some excitement in here."

"You're not wrong about that." Shego chuckled softly, feeling the tension she didn't even realize she had begun to melt away. "So how was my little celebrity going?"

"I'm doing great, we had a final showdown yesterday, but there was so much confusion that the suitcase of 1 million dollars was destroyed, and since we didn't have a winner, we are going to participate in season 2," Izzy explained as she slowly tapping her index finger in the corner of the glass, which Shego stretched herself, and grabbed a from her hair a pencil, and nearby her, there was a calendar, which she took out the paper, and discreetly turned the page as she started scribing anything. While Izzy was still having a nice conversation "So they gave 5 days off for each of us to enjoy,"

"5 days? Wow, not a week or 2? They must be desperate to try to finish the show quickly." Shego commented as she talked with her daughter as she was still looking at the finger tapping on the corner of her eyes. Morse Code, every single one of her children knew that, it was so obvious, and yet it was a good way to make sure they could have a secret message from any kind of situation, especially Shego who was in jail, and the telephones were always recorded.

"That's what Mom and Dad said, but since it was on the contract that we have to play again, I wanted to have a great time with all of you. Also, Mizzy, Lizzy, Dhigo, and Thigo said they miss you a lot." Izzy commented as she expressed a more calm and nostalgic smile, which the military veteran Shego had to sigh, knowing full well how difficult must have been for her children to see her like that. "They said you were awesome on the television, and how you took Heather too easy,"

"I was hoping for catching that scumbag of fatty which Ron told us that he hurt you... what did he even do?" Shego asked as she narrowed her eyes to her child, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, if I tell you... can you promise to not hunt him down?" Izzy asked sheepishly, and Shego raised both her eyebrows.

"Izzy, my brat... you know that I cannot promise anything. Now spit it..." Shego ordered as Izzy started to sweat, and feeling fear for Owen about his mess up, she then decided to go to another approach.

"Mom, can you tell me how did you start loving Dad?" Izzy suddenly made such a comment which made Shego get caught off guard... "Since when everything started..."

"Why would you want to know..."

"Please..." Izzy then asked as her mom could see the sincerity of her question...

Shego narrowed her eyes, knowing exactly what Izzy was doing. The question was innocent enough, but she recognized the classic deflection tactic—a clear attempt to steer the conversation away from whatever had happened on the show. Still, Izzy's curiosity about her parents' past wasn't fake. It was something she had clearly thought about, and Shego respected that sincerity.

She sighed, leaning back slightly in her chair, her gaze softening as she thought back to those early days with Kim and Ron.

"You really want to know how that mess of a relationship started, huh?" Shego smirked, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It wasn't as simple as a love story or a grand realization. No... it was chaos, just like everything in the military, especially with your Kim and me."

"Mom said you two always fought, like, over everything. Especially about Dad." Izzy leaned forward, eyes wide with anticipation.

"Oh, we did. We were at each other's throats, constantly. You see, Kim and I... we both wanted to be the best, in everything. And Ron? Well, he was just... different. Not your typical hero, not the type you'd expect either of us to fall for, but somehow, that made him perfect." Shego chuckled softly, nodding. Thinking about how Ron, with his goofy charm and genuine heart, had managed to wedge himself between her and Kim. At first, it had driven her insane. "I won't lie, there were times I thought I could strangle her. She was stubborn, always trying to prove she loved him more, that she was better for him. I said over my dead body, which usually started in so many fights, that I forgot how many times Hatch had to bring a water bucket to cool both of us down. We drove him crazy in many times he was the leader of the missions, he was pissed."

"Hahahaha, I could imagine that." Izzy giggled, as she learned more and more about her parents. "So when it comes to the drunk marriage, everything just changed right?"

"You have no idea, my sweetheart," Shego commented as she gave a slow glance on the side, as she remembered the things on how chaotic it was. Her expression softened, more contemplative now. "And trust me, the first thing we thought was to get the hell out of that situation. We could've easily gone to a lawyer, had the whole thing nullified, and gone back to the way things were. But something stopped us. Neither Kim nor I wanted to give up on Ron. We were both too stubborn to walk away, too determined to be the one who loved him the most. It was like a competition we couldn't stop. We didn't want to nullify the marriage since it would be a chance for us to remain together with Ron, even as we drove him mad with Hatch sometimes,"

"So... why didn't you?" Izzy asked as she got very curious... Shego hesitated, making her voice quieter than before.

"You know, sometimes when you love someone, someone worth fighting for. It's also worth sharing that love with someone you trust. Kim and I... we both realized that if we kept fighting, in the end, all of us would've been hurt. We wouldn't have won anything. But together? We made something better. We built a family out of that chaos. It wasn't what any of us planned, but it worked." Shego glanced at Izzy, her smile returning, softer this time. "Somehow, we became a family. A weird, unpredictable family, but one I wouldn't trade for anything. You and Dhigo made it easier for both of us,"

"That's wonderful, Mom," Izzy said as she felt happy to hear such a comment, and now it was time to be the one asking questions.

"Why did you ask that?" Shego said, as Izzy sighed, knowing well that many things would happen in the future, and from one thing she learned from her experience on the reality show, it was indeed so many things can happen over the chaos.

"Well... I found someone," Izzy commented by giving a sideglance, as Shego raised her eyebrows and her fist closing tightly, "A person who knows me, by who am I, and not who I pretend to be, he knew all my qualities, but also all my flaws, and he gave me so many advice and warnings about the mistakes I could possibly be doing to my life, that at moment I just fixed them... everything became so easy in my life... Annoying, but easy, and much more fun now that I could relax without thinking of the consequences."

"Like what?" Shego who was narrowing her eyes before, suddenly paused as she raised one single of them.

"I became a billionaire now, and he said for me to pay for an accountant and a lawyer to help me to deal with my taxes and my arresting warrants from RCMP, and how I shouldn't overwork myself to cause so much stress and explode on someone who could potentially ruin my life." Izzy gave a slight explanation, and Shego slowly stared at her daughter in disbelief.

"That's oddly a very specific advice towards someone's life." Shego commented as she felt it was too good to be true, but looking at how serious her daughter's face was... then a message was very clear to her. "So you are starting..."

"Yes... and he is awesome, he is a writer, and is publishing more than 2 books right now, and I know that in the future he will be so famous that others may want to have a piece of him, and as much when I go my acting career, many will try to have a piece of me as well..." The ginger girl commented as she gave a fake laugh, but from the look on Shego's face, she looked a bit away and decided to be honest. "He had been my best friend until now, and I teased him a lot, but..."

"You are actually afraid of doing an initiative on him," Shego had a solemn look as her daughter became silent, which would be the actual response of anyone who would be into that decision. "Well, usually I would say to not do something stupid like I did with Kim and Ron, but I know my children, and I know they wouldn't have obeyed me even if I grounded you all for years. But let me ask you something... Is he worth the risk? For you to hurt yourself for him?"

Izzy remained quiet as she blinked for a few seconds, but then nodded her head to her mom.

"Yes, he is worth it," Izzy commented as she smiled with an honest smile on her face, to which Shego nodded her head in understanding.

"Okay then, so be his guardian, be his best friend, be the first of everything, even if other girls would try to conquer him, be the one who clearly knows him more than anyone ever could," Shego instructed as she decided to tap her fingers a few times. "Make him value you at everything, be his best friend, his best lover, and let the others crumble into your feet while you laugh at their useless attempts to take your man."

"... Wow Mom, did you rehearse that?" Izzy blinked as she suddenly saw her mother blushing, as she glared at her.

"Of course not..." Shego said as she suddenly saw her daughter raising her eyebrow. The mother narrowed her eyes to her. "That's what I always said to myself when I get into the rivalry with Kim, and for me, it has been working so far, don't judge me, I'm your mother."

"Okay, okay..." Izzy raised her hands in surrender but gave an honest smile and blew up a kiss for her mom. "Thanks, Mom, I needed that..."

"THE VISITOR'S TIME IS OVER," One of the guards shouted which Izzy waved at them.

"I'm already leaving," Izzy said as she smiled at her mom... "Thanks, Mom, love you."

"Love you too..." Shego said as she placed her hand on the glass, and slowly took the paper and placed it on her hair while hiding the pencil and the message written.

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A few minutes later, Shego lay on her bed, she slowly read the message written by her daughter, and slowly her face showed a grin with nothing but pride and happiness for her family.

The message was nothing but a long letter, but enough to make Shego's day the best she could ever have.

(Hi mom... I'm a billionaire now, and I could hire a few lawyers to help your case and give you the freedom, but that would take a long time, and I know that you always hated bureaucracy, so that's why Dhigo, Thigo, Lizzy, and Mizzy planted a few C4 around the floors through a few cells on your left, with Eliza the cannibal, and Saphira the skin reaper... that would be enough to make their escape, and you using the opportunity you could go through the big hole we created for your prison break, and since Thigo would hack all the prison system, probably everyone who could jump on the hole would be the major of prisoners, that mean, that you wouldn't be tracked as main target of the government.

This is great since there is a car waiting for you 30 minutes in the Northwest, 5 Minutes in the South, and 10 Minutes in the East, that car has your clothes, and a new identity for you...

You always said you wanted to be a teacher, so I changed my name to Kaleidoscope and I made one for you that is Miss

She Go, so that way you have a new identity, and it will be very hard for them to track you down...

While things will get hard for you to stay low, I have a friend named Ezekiel, he bought a 5-star resort, but most of the equipment is being taken away, so he would need to buy products to maintain the resort for himself, his lawyer said it was fine to have a team for doing the few construction on the place, and they needed a boat driver, so I decided to offer one person to take a boat to drive him or anyone who wants to visit him whenever would want to visit the place.

Soooooo, could you please, please, please with all the donuts and tacos in the world... could you take care of the resort while, Ezekiel and the others are going to participate in season 2? He was so nice and my best friend and he never went to school before, but he became an awesome writer, you should read his books someday, they are amazing... Anyway... Oh boy, Morse Code it's really annoying, my finger is getting hurt...

Anyway, resuming, escape, you take the car, then become a boat driver to take anyone who visits the Playa Del Losers, the coordinates are on the car, and you can always find a way... And I hope you enjoy the good stay there, in case some of the builders appear, you can say that you were hired by me, and they wouldn't talk anymore, or they would be talking to my lawyers... Anyway, love you... I will see you when I get out of the show.

Izzy...

Ps... Ezekiel is the one I was talking to you...

Pss... Have a nice escape, and you can always call Mom, Dad, Lizzy, Mizzy, Dhigo, and Thigo, we are already grounded because of the plan, but we love you so much...

Psss... Have a nice escape... )

"Hehehe, they know me so well...I have the best family in the world." Shego commented as she ate the paper and with that destroyed the evidence... "So, a writer who never went to a school? And now having a 5-star resort? I think I'm missing a lot of context here. But hey, a free stay in a resort? That's always a good point in my book. I just need to wait for tonight..."

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(Dentist)

The farmer girl steals a few glances at the cutest guy she has ever seen in her life, besides Justin, this person who had a well sweet smile, and a good and well-made brown haircut, while wearing a good shirt with the collar up, to make a good show of his neck. And surprisingly for her, the guy had been doing the same thing to her.

As both tried to disguise their glances throught their magazine, thinking if they could find any good news for them to be aware, suddenly Beth was surprised as the boy decided to move from his seat and sat nearby her. It took a few minutes, until the boy had the courage to say something.

"Hello, I'm Brady, nice to meet you." The handsome boy commented as Beth was in shock and even with lack of words on what to say...

"Er-er. er... Beth," Beth presented herself as she isn't sure on what was happening on that momment, it was the first time someone presented himself to her, and it was usually her to take the initiave.

"Nice name," Brady commented as he gave a little thought, before asking sincerelly. "Sorry for staring at you. You look kinda familiar to me but I can't remember where."

"Oh, maybe you saw me on the Total Drama show," Beth commented as she understood the reason, with now knowing where the conversation would go, she finally could calm herself down.

"Ah, there. Now I remember, you were the girl who acidentally took the cursed Tiki which made a curse around your team," Brady commented as he could see Beth flinching from the reputation she had caused on the show, but Brady didn't mind and went further. "And you had found true friends who were willing to go to a cursed island just for the sake of breaking the curse. Can you answer me if that island was really cursed?"

"Oh, you have no idea," Beth sweated just from remembering how little nightmares appeared on her and shivered just into trying to remember such an event. "Something like that shouldn't even happen, but it was like nature itself went thrown away in the trash, and everything was too crazy for us... Thankfully Heather went there to give me support, she is my best friend."

"I saw that," Brady smiled kindly, as he gave a good look at his magazine, "True friendship comes in times of pure challenges, and when things go too dangerous and sour, only true friends would always have your back... trust me, I learned in a hard way."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Beth commented as she looked sad for the beautiful boy who just chuckled, but from the look of his eyes, he looked very tired.

"It's fine, sometimes people only care for fame and money, while others would always complain when it's about a good cause," Brady commented as he closed the magazine... as nervously he cracked his knuckles, which was loud to make Beth notice. "People would always complain to me about why I won't be a model a full time, and why I preffer to always goes into a rescue team to save people from avalanches."

"You are a rescue helper?" Beth asked in admiration, as Brady gave a look in kind towards the girl.

"Yeah, and proud of it... since I had a great person who saved my life," Brady commented as Beth became eager to know more about him. "To be honest, I grew up in a community, and I know firsthand how poverty can be terrifying and how much people struggle into trying to survive living without money, and when I thought things couldn't have been way worse... an earthquake managed to destroy the whole community, crumbling down everything..."

"That's horrible," Beth gave a gasp as the boy let out a sad chuckle.

"Yeah, and I was caught between the scrumbles and rocks until Mr. Barbeu came to rescue me and the other people around the community..." Brady said as he gave a lot of emotion which indeed he looked a very kind person, and Beth was glad that in the end he was fine. "And from the time I got to see him, when people asked why he was so happy to help us, he said one thing that made me want to be exactly like him."

"What did he said?" Beth asked as Brady smiled in kind, while looking foundly of his own memories.

"The helper seeks to help others because he knows what it is to be helpless," Brady commented as he smiled proudly at Beth who had her eyes sparkling. "Since that day I wanted to be like him, and he became a great mentor to me, I like to go to summer to help them out to clean up after earthquakes and landslides, and also I became a rescuer just like Mr. Barbeu."

"That's so beautiful," Beth commented as she was admiring the person, who suddenly got caught on his conversation.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I have been rumbling about myself for so long." Brady snapped, and slowly he blushed sheepishly, which Beth giggled from how sweet he was. "How about you tell me about yourself?"

"Well... you know me from part of the show, and my friends Lindsay and Heather had been my rock, even at the time I screw up everything," Beth said as she looked away in shame, but then she gave a smile. "But Lindsay said it was because of me they managed to reach the top 2, so I'm glad for their victory,"

"They are very sweet, and they sound like very great friends," Brady commented as Beth smiled widely.

"Like the best I ever had... also I live on a farm with my ma, pa, and brother, and I also have a pet Pig named Bertha?" Beth decided to slowly talk about herself, but Brady was just as excited about knowing about her.

"Really? I like animals, I have 2 dogs, that I named them both Steve." Brady commented which imediatelly made Beth look at him in disbelief.

"Nooooo," Beth commented as Brady smiled and nodded his head at her, as the duo seemed to be happy, talking, and even having plans about what to do after their removal of their braces, as even the duo blushed a bit from how they got comfortable talking with each other... Not knowing in the background the loud sounds of a person screaming in pain because the dentist was treating his mouth full of 5 caries...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The shouts of the person didn't seem to scare, and neither phase the duo who seemed to be having a nice time talking with each other.

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(Jasmine's house)

"Ugh, I wish it didn't have to come on this way," The sassy ghetto girl groaned as she facepalmed, while on the other side of the telephone, there were her parents who had been listening to the conversation on how it went.

"I warned you to read the contract but you never listened. Did I warned her Emmalyn?" A male voice was heard on the telephone as Leshawna rolled her eyes.

"Yes, honey, you did." Leshawna could hear her mom's voice from the other side of the flip phone, as she had nobody else to blame but her. But still, she was too prideful for that.

"Oh, stuff it, Dad!" Leshawna groaned as she could hear her parents laughing from the fact they had to be rubbing on her face the fact she didn't listen to them, but also she couldn't say anything else. Since she thought it would have been an easy challenge. She never thought it would be a crazy mumbo jumbo survival apocalyptic style, in which each of them had to do a lot of crazy challenges, and she was glad that she was just voted off in a talent show contest. But still, she would refuse to admit aloud that Heather just made her life easier passing most of the weeks inside of a fancy resort.

She would prefer to eat soap instead of saying Heather made her life better, especially with the fact that how she had Harold grabbing her breast, and because of a stupid moose, she lost the chance of one million dollars and probably was the cause of what started the fight around everyone.

After a few more minutes hearing her parents nagging and bragging about how irresponsible Leshawna had been when it comes to going into a dangerous reality show but not knowing the rules, the possibilities ahead, and how she shouldn't be cocky in the shows because that would give her an aim behind her back which in any case elimination was possible.

And it took a whole hour to Leshawna finally have her limit turn off the flip phone, and groan at the sofa… Jasmine went to school while she had the whole house for her. She loved that girl, but sometimes she couldn't understand if her big nose was bigger than her brain, anyone with the right mind wouldn't try to be part of Total Drama, the dangers aren't worth the 100,000 dollars… The 1 million on the other hand sounds far more tempting. But still, Leshawna had to groan, for the fact that she had to make the dance all over again.

Dealing with the bad food of Chef, the smug smile from Chris, the fights she will have with Heather, while she wants to avoid more Harold since he had been a bit rushed.

A part of herself wished to have listened to Bridgette's and Noah's advice, about talking to Ezekiel, Duncan, and Courtney about making him slow down. But that doesn't feel right, if that boy should be going slow on her, she was the one who should be telling that.

But how to make a person who is too stubborn to even hear her? That had been the problem. And as much she disliked to think of that, she had to admit that maybe the Killer Bass had their own language in trying to understand each other. Because there were times when Duncan would say something that she didn't understand, and immediately Ezekiel and Harold, and funny enough even Tyler and Katie understood what he said.

It was something that she never thought she would understand since the skinny beanpole had been so comfortable around the friends he did around the show, that it had been something that she kinda envied. From everyone on her team, the teammates she had were a bunch of backstabbers who would try anything to focus on themselves. Or silly boys who couldn't see the truth in front of them, but there wasn't much she could do, since the time she got to participate just in a few challenges, and she was launched away from how easily the votes were manipulated by the girl who had her tits exposed to her boyfriend. And worse of all… Was Sierra who had been nagging her account since she was on the forum of Total Drama.

Every post she could see, she would find Sierra posting something. Which would start another discussion with her…

"Now that I think about it...what that girl is planning?" Leshawna knew that it had been too quiet as the moment she returned from the show, oddly the forum had a few posts, but most of it had been quiet… too quiet to be honest.

She knew Sierra was up to something…

And just like she predicted, a new post on the forum made Leshawna have a smirk on her face…

Title: Cody Anderson Missing, reward 50 dollars.

Cody Anderson, my Codikins didn't appear on his welcome party at his house, since I have planned everything and waited until most of the night for his return, and even as the party had been terminated way earlier than I expected, I came on the next day for his return, but still he wasn't there… Please, someone contact the police, since they said I would need to wait 72 hours before I do some report about his disappearance.

CodyLuver4Life.

The quantity of replies was enough to bring some attention to Leshawna, which most of them being… What did you do Sierra? Aren't you trespassing private area and acting creepy Sierra? Wouldn't that make you being target by the police Sierra? And etc…

Now Leshawna decided to have a bit of fun…

"Girl, if Cody knew that you were waiting for him near his home, he is smart enough that he would stay far away from you. So my guess is that he is in a secure place far away from a creepy stalker like you. Leave the boy alone, if in case he doesn't appear in Season 2 of Total Drama, then we can worry about him. But until then, leave him alone." Leshawna wrote the message as she was about to send… But then decided to add a bit more spice. "Didn't the neighbor use a hose to kick you out of his backyard?"

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And on the next minute… Leshawna smirked widely as she saw the reply of the crazy girl who had been stalking Cody, starting with how she knew that she was kicked by a hose, and how dare she say something like that about her, and cussed about all kinds of insults, which Leshawna cracked her neck.

"Alright, round 2 then… I hope you prepare your ass to be kicked girl, because when I'm done with you. You will be crying to your mama until the end of the week." Leshawna smiled, as she was ready to take the trash of that troll.

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(Noah's house)

"How many times do I have to tell you to leave my stuff alone?!" One of the shouts could be heard as the bookworm tried to focus on reading his emails on the computer.

"I didn't take it!"Another girl shouted, as Noah focused on writing more and more across the email he was reading, which made him roll his eyes.

"And then, she said…" Noah commented as he was following the script of something happening across the house.

"You did,"

"And then she is going to blame on…" Noah continued to guess, at the sound of two older sisters were ready to argue with another sibling.

"No, it was her." The third voice appeared, and Noah rolled his eyes.

"And then she will say to not being involved into that," Noah said as he continued to read the email he got from Ezekiel's lawyer.

"Hey! Don't blame me!" Like Noah said, the third girl started to argue, as the bookworm was looking at his brother who had been reading the book he borrowed for him.

"Damn, I thought this book was crazy, but not on such a level," Jack commented as it had been such chaos for the girls all to take turns trying to read the books Noah gained from his friend and boss, the writer he had been helping to edit the books. Since the time he had worked so hard to fix mistakes and also become up to understand more and more the writing process of Ezekiel, it had been a hobby that he didn't imagine it would be fine for him to work too. "Are you sure this book should be treated seriously?"

"Which chapter are you now?" Noah didn't even bothered to turn his head, as he was checking that indeed the contract felt correct as the one he signed with Ezekiel, so now the only thing he needed to do would be before participating on the new season, he need to open a bank account on his name and deposit the paycheck he gained from Ezekiel. Which he had been very careful to not let his sisters touch his suitcase.

"I'm on chapter 8, the businessmen," Jack commented as Noah simply scoffed and understood the point of his brother. "How does someone create a princess hotdog anyway?"

"It was a pun, and you can see the art on the next page." Noah rolled his eyes as if he had already given the same comment to his friend. He was simply glad that he was the first eliminated from the show since he could observe from the Playa Del Losers how each challenge was far more dangerous and crazy, and he could see that only crazy people without brains would actually go around such terrifying challenges for the sake of winning 100 dollars, but now? When 1 million is at risk?

It seems that being a brain wasn't actually as helpful as he expected, so he would need to adapt, keep playing, and see for himself how this new season would be… And hopefully, he wouldn't be the one being the first eliminated.

"HEY JACK, YOU ALREADY READ 2 HOURS, IT'S MY TURN." Then a blast came through the door and made Jack jump in surprise, which immediately the bit older girl to smirk smugly at him. "You are going to pass the book on the easy way or hard way?"

"Nadia, I don't care if you are older than me or not, but this book is the edition made with a dedication to me, so if you don't follow the rules on how to handle this book, then I will make sure that you will never read from my books ever again," Noah said as he didn't turn his back from the computer, but his voice raised in such serious tone, which while the girl was about to scoff. Noah turned his head at her. "I'm serious, because if you don't want to follow my rules in regard to that book. Then you can buy a new book in a bookstore, and then you will never touch my book ever again?"

"And how are you sure that I wouldn't touch whenever I want?" The girl asked defiantly, as Noah simply placed the cards on the table.

"Simple, at the moment I find out that one of my books is damaged, the specific books which were dedicated for me by my friend I'm working for… then I will move from this house, rent an apartment, and you will never be invited to be there." Noah simply gave the comment which made not just her, but literally the whole house become silent, as the many sisters he had, slowly walked towards his bedroom, which showed a shock on their faces. "You want to read the book I edited for my friend? Sure, but do not eat or drink while reading this book. Do not throw away on the couch or on the floor, do not rip a single page of this book. And if I find a page being with a crumpled book page… then It's over."

"You can't be serious." One of the girls asked not just in challenge, but also unaware that their brother was willing to go that far.

"I'm going to a chaotic second season of the show, do you think I'm not serious about having money to rent a place for me? I have a job now, and if you want to buy your own book, and have my friend sign for you be m…"

"DEAL." Then Noah had his eyes wide open, and he soon realized that he committed a mistake.

"No, no no… You don't."

"Well Noah, you offered the idea, so now since you work for your friend, you are paying for each of their books from now on, and they have to be autographed by your friend. I also want mine." Jack commented as the bookworm, faceslamed his head on the keyboard…

"Me and my big mouth, now I could understand how Heather tricked me so easily," Noah said as he realized how easy he was to be manipulated by his own words. And now he had to pay up for all the books… Which wasn't a big deal since he had 50 grand, but still… "Alright… After tomorrow Ezekiel will be in a mall in Toronto doing a book signing, so if we take our parent's car, we should be there to get a line."

"Couldn't you help us to cut the line?" One of the sisters commented as Noah rolled his eyes.

"Only if I would he… oh no, I'm not going to fall for that again." Noah narrowed his eyes. "You are going to wait in line like everyone else, and I will not going to help him just for you all to get his book and autographs."

"DEAL," The sisters shouted happily which made Noah's eyes twich so much, that made him to get up from his chair and walk to the next wall, just to start to slam his head on the wall…

"Well, better to ask Mom and Dad for the car, thanks again Noah, you are the best." Jack said as he imediatelly left the bedroom followed by the sisters who were also shouting thanks for their brother knew a celebrity.

And while he was alone, Noah kept slamming his head on the wall.

"Why, why, why, WHYYYYYYY." Noah shouted as he was supposed to be the smartest one, but he had been tricked so easily by his sisters, that he couldn't help but blame himself only for failing a serious trick… all the time.

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(Spa)

"Miss Heather, Miss Mee-Yoo, it has been nice to see you both again." One of the attendants of the spa said nervously as she looked at Heather who usually the first thing of the morning would be shouting or even complained about how the bad service of the spa had been, most of the staff wasn't willing to be around the area since one of the most troublesome clients decided to give a surprise visit.

"Oh nice to see you again Melissa, we would like the full treatment of seaweed," Mee-Yoo commented as Heather remained in silence and even stretched her arms.

Which the attendant blinked in surprise into seeing the korean duo appear on the spa without even creating a commotion, something that it had been most rare of the outcomes. And when the girl remained in silence for a few more seconds, Heather gave a frustrated sigh and looked at the girl like she was waiting something.

"Oh, right away ma'am, I will be here in short." Melissa quickly left the area, as Heather rolled her eyes.

"It's been a long time since I got a good day at the spa, while they still need to have a better staff, at least I can get out all this messed up calluses on my body." Heather said as she closed her eyes, trying to not let the frustrations of such inconvenience mess up with her day. She needed to get the treatment she always deserved, even though she had to suffer a lot of the challenges during the show.

"Now, now, Heather, you are doing a pretty good job of remaining calm, continue being this polite amazing girl that you have been since you returned," Mee-Yoo commented as she felt very proud of her daughter since she hadn't created a fuss, and even was willing to remain silent when things didn't go as she expected. "I'm glad that you decided to call me to be part of your spa routine with me, I thought you preferred to go to the manicure with me."

"I would've, if wasn't for the fact I was tricked into signing a contract which I am obliged to return on the second season of the humiliate myself in front of the cameras, while trying to go across challenges with incompetent people, sans Beth, Lindsay…" Heather complained as her mother could see Heather hesitating as she was making exceptions for some of her friends, which was enough to make the Korean matriarch happy for her child, to see something beyond the superficial money.

"Aren't there other people as well? The girl who you call, Izzy?"

"Oh, she is a menage, not in a good way, she is chaotic, and she is very dangerous to have as an enemy, she isn't my friend…" Heather answered her mom's question, but also another part of her hesitated. "But also she helped me to see the game far beyond before. She taught me a few tricks, and I think I'm more owing her a favor than actually being her friend."

"Well, your friend Lindsay seems to call her a friend," Mee-Yoo replied, as Heather rolled her eyes and scoffed. "And from how good your friendship with Beth, and Lindsay are, I think you can have a few more friends thought."

"Pff hahahahaha, that's funny mom." Heather laughed as she could see her mom giving a nervous sweet smile, which took a few seconds until the queen bee got frustrated. "Mom, in a competition, they aren't friends, they are most rivals."

"Heather Feather, I know that you still have some hesitation…" The Korean mother commented as her daughter narrowed her eyes. "But from what I saw… not everyone wants to be your enemy, and you saw what good friends could do to you. It's not a weakness in making friends. You just need to be a better person."

"I'm a better person," Heather complained, to which Mee-Yoo nodded her head to her.

"Yes, you are… you are becoming even better than before. And there were people who helped you with that. Don't you think the person who helped is your friend?" The mother asked as Heather raised her finger to say something against her.

But Heather then realized a few things… Izzy decided to help Heather and Lindsay to become better in the game, trying to become a trio, and even after she leaves the show, even showing sadness, Izzy wanted her and Lindsay going as far as they could, and even pointing out a few ways to reach to the end… Which Heather couldn't deny, if it was her, she wouldn't have done that.

And while Izzy's parents are a bunch of military weirdos, many of those families she could have guessed from the campers were very weirdos, especially the gothic mother who hired an actress to try to make a message from future, and even an evil scientist wannabe for the most dramatic coward fat boy…

Then she remembered a boy who just simply was willing to give her the first prize money, because he thought it was the right thing to do, giving to the people who deserved the prize, and then the same boy who made her own favors on him, because of his help towards the elimination of one of the campers, but also helping to break the curse of her best friend.

"Okay, I can see your point, but I still think there are a lot of losers that don't deserve to be my friends," Heather commented as she rolled her eyes. Which Mee-Yoo shook her head, with a smile on her face.

Sometimes she loved her daughter, but most of the time, since childhood, she had been a very stubborn child who wouldn't take a no for an answer and would do anything to accomplish her objectives.

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After a few minutes, Heather and her mother finally got the service they always deserved, the stress that she suffered from all the crazy challenges made by the psychopath Chris had reached the newest low. She remembered how she got launched into the ocean infested with sharks, then had to endure days being awake, then dealt with a Dodgeball where there was a brute who launched the ball like a cannon, then losing the talent show for the people who humiliated her, and had to deal with those terrible ants, got into the forest while dealing with a bear, had to fight a sumo wrestler, go into that accursed island not one, not twice, but 3 times, she had nightmares of Skull Island for God's sake.

Got stung by a dozen jellyfishes, had to beat up a Serial Killer while he was down because he scared Lindsay, and did the most horrifying torture the Killer Bass did for her, Lindsay and something that even Owen was terrified to receive as challenges on the triple dog dare you…

She deserved the prize money, and she was glad that at least someone recognized that.

But does that boy who she sees as a dangerous mastermind, a threat that could easily defeat her anyway? Would he be a friend to her? She got lucky on reaching the finals, because he was out because of he not taking care of his cold and reaching pneumonia.

But now on the season 2? She knew that he already got the 1 million prize money, and there was nothing she could do about it… She wanted to know what was his end game.

"Heather… Heather feather?" Suddenly a voice made Heather snap her eyes wide open as she looked at her mother who was pointing on the side to see a few girls holding a few photos of her. And wearing a shirt with her silhouette holding something, and there is a quote saying… 'I have a doctorate in Revenge and Humiliation'

"Can you give us an autograph?" One of the girls asked, and Heather looked surprised as she could see the picture of herself in her best angle, making the queen bee feel already cocky from her popularity already earning very great fans. It didn't take long to Heather sign the photos, making a few bunches of fans around the spa happy for her being in the finals.

"Well, at least something good I got from all that chaotic show," Heather commented not realizing behind the T-shirts, whenever it was a picture of her, there was a moose symbol behind, to make sure to always remember one of the scenes which would be the bane of her existence.

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"Did you get something for your friend Beth?" Mee-Yoo asked in surprise, seeing her daughter scoffing for doing something selfless like that.

"Yes, at least a meter to make sure that she wouldn't lose face in meeting Lindsay's parents," The queen bee replied as she was prepared for the time she and Beth would be there. She isn't sure what Izzy would be dressing, and she doesn't care about the military psychopath. As much, as she doesn't make them all lose face into the high members of the society. "It was crazy to find out Lindsay's parents were wealthier than us, and we need to make a first good impression."

The mother Korean raised her eyebrows and Heather could already guess what she was thinking.

"Okay. The show itself already caused the impression, but we need to show we also are a big deal." Heather still showed a bit of her stubbornness as she stomped on the floor firmly, and the mother slowly shook her head.

"You will be fine, honey. You are stressing too much about this. Let's enjoy the rest of the spa." Mee-Yoo commented, as she pointed at one of the hot tubs, which Heather had to sigh and agree that she indeed needed to relax more.

"Okay," Heather commented as she decided to enjoy the rest of the spa.

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"Hana, what are you doing?" Damien, the youngest brother asked as he saw one of his sisters using the computer to access the forum.

"I'm checking the reality show forum from where Heather came from," Hana replied as she was even doing some posts on the session named MooseLove, which was a determinated session to show the potential relationship between Heather and the nerd of the show.

"If Heather finds out, she is going to kill you," Damien commented as he even sweated from the idea of a prank, but with the last prank, he almost lost his life on how strong grip his big sister got on his neck.

"Pfff, like if she would be worse than she was during all our lives," Hana commented as she decided to add some juicy information on the forum to help the ship work. "So you want something?"

"Yeah... Can you add a few drawings of Heather, that nerd, and the moose? I think images would also help." Damien commented as he smirked inside. Well, he almost died before. So if he was going to die in the future, then it must be for something hilarious.

"Hey, I didn't know that you two like the MooseLove ship. I'm so glad that I'm not the only one." Sun-Hi, the young sister commented as she was feeling excited to show a few posters and T-shirts that she asked their dad, to allow one of the T-shirt companies they own to make just for her and her friends.

"You made the T-shirt?" Damie asked as he saw his older brother Kevin looking at the chaos around. The middle brother Jin-Soo could already guess that things are going to be worse from there.

"Nope, I don't want to be here when Heather discovers about this. I will be playing tennis. Jin..."

"Right behind you. And we can start making bets on who she would kill first." Jin said as he know that he lost a good money since Heather managed to grab Damien and strangle in time record. Who knew that crazy reality show made her faster than before?

If Heather finds out that her siblings were the one helping on the forum into the absurd shipping. She would have gone berserk a long time ago.

Their luck is that Heather was now focusing on her time relaxing before returning to season 2.

They were very lucky indeed.

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(Model Agency)

In a sleek, modern office filled with bustling assistants and hopeful models, a manager sat across from a tan, strikingly handsome man. The model's presence commanded the room, and despite the serious air of business, the mood seemed lighter whenever he smiled.

"All you need to do is sign here, here, and here," the manager said, sliding a contract across the table. His tone was professional, but there was a slight edge of awe beneath it. Justin, the man before him, was not just another model—he was the epitome of beauty, a shining star who had once graced the infamous Total Drama Island.

Justin took the pen, glancing briefly at the contract. "Just in case, we're going to send you a copy of the contract for you to read it over," the manager added quickly. "To make sure you never damage your Gluttonous Maximums."

"Great," Justin replied, nodding appreciatively. "Since I was screwed on the last contract I had with Total Drama Island, I want to make sure I read all my contracts before making any rash decisions." He gave a dazzling smile as he took off his reading glasses, which seemed to be the cue for his beauty to re-emerge in full force. The soft lighting hit his face just right, and the quiet music in the room seemed to swell in the background. The women who had gathered in the lobby—models, assistants, all hoping for their big break—began to drool at the sight of him, their focus momentarily shattered by his presence.

The manager coughed awkwardly, trying to maintain professionalism amidst the spectacle. "That's a very mature decision," he said. "And, uh, we recommend you drop the show at the first opportunity you have. But… we're bound by contract to not influence your decisions." He finished sheepishly, clearly toeing a line.

Justin sighed deeply. "Yeah, I read that on page 12. There's even a subsection saying I shouldn't make any modeling contracts based solely on my beautiful face." He placed a hand on his cheek as if to emphasize the perfection he spoke of. "And I fear that brute Eva will take another dodgeball and use my face as a target…"

Justin visibly shuddered at the thought. In his mind, it wasn't just about a game—it was his livelihood, his identity. Without his beauty, he would be... nothing. He could already hear the whispers of irrelevance if something happened to his face. Ugly. The word haunted him.

The manager cleared his throat again, pulling Justin out of his daze. "Well, yes. But you should use this as an opportunity to gain more loyal fans. With more exposure, we could really push your brand—underwear, shorts, anything you wear could be good publicity. And you'd still be famous, just as you are."

Justin's expression softened, his usual bright, sweet smile returning. "Oh, that sounds wonderful! Well, where do I sign?" He leaned forward eagerly.

The manager sweatdropped. "You already signed…" He pointed at the completed contract.

"Oh, right." Justin chuckled, shaking his head. "Well then, it's been great. Thanks for letting me be a part of this company as a model."

As Justin stood to leave, his exit was as grand as his entrance. The room's collective gaze followed him, the air still heavy with admiration. The manager, however, slumped in his chair and rubbed his temples in exasperation. "I swear, sometimes I see stupid beautiful people, but this is absurd... why did we hire him again?"

He looked around at his staff, all of whom were still transfixed, and sighed. "Right, the boss said he was the most beautiful guy she'd ever seen and wanted him at all costs." He muttered under his breath. "At least he knows not to damage his assets." Shaking his head, he allowed a small smirk. "Still, it's funny to think the show might ruin his face before the contract runs its course. If I'm lucky..."

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As Justin stepped outside the agency's office, the sun bathed his tan skin, making him look even more radiant. He pulled out his sleek phone and dialed a familiar number, placing it to his ear with one hand while his other casually rested on his hip.

"Hi, Aunt Cici," Justin greeted, his voice light and carefree as he glanced around. "Yeah, I managed to get a contract for my assets." He gave a subtle glance back at his perfectly sculpted rear, admiring his own reflection in a nearby shop window. On the other end, his aunt burst into giggles, clearly delighted by her nephew's success.

"You always were a good-looking boy, Justin," she teased playfully.

Justin smirked, his ego flourishing under the compliment. "Can you ask Uncle Creed to pick me up?" he asked, scanning the street for a familiar car. He gave the women passing by a charming smirk, his trademark look that had won him legions of fans and, apparently, caused hearts to flutter wherever he went. The girls who were waving at him seemed to melt on the spot, their smiles growing wider, giddy with excitement from the smallest acknowledgment.

"Thanks, Auntie. See you soon," he finished, hanging up the call. Pocketing his phone, Justin turned his attention to the nearby stores, his gaze landing on a clothing boutique with mannequins in the window modeling trendy outfits. The store's focus was clearly on curvier women, and a thought crossed his mind as he lingered outside.

"Hmm… maybe I could get something nice for Sadie," he mused aloud. "A scarf… or a cute top. Something that would work for her biceps training. But what did Cody say she liked again?" Justin furrowed his brow, trying to recall his conversation with Cody.

After a moment of thought, Justin shrugged and decided to walk down the street, catching sight of an interesting little shop on the corner. The sign above the entrance read: Crazy Flavors Chocolate Factory, with colorful decorations teasing a variety of wild and inventive chocolate flavors. Justin's eyes lit up.

"That sounds good," he said, his grin widening. "Sadie loves making ice cream. Maybe she could use some of this for one of her creations." He stepped closer to the store, peering inside through the window. Rows upon rows of exotic chocolates lined the shelves, each flavor more unique than the last—wasabi white chocolate, chili mango truffles, bacon-infused dark chocolate, and more.

It seemed like the perfect challenge for Sadie, and Justin knew she'd love trying something new and unexpected. "Yeah, that'll be perfect. A good challenge and a way for her to expand her creativity," he thought aloud, pleased with his idea.

Feeling content with his plan, he made a mental note to pick up a few different flavors. With a bounce in his step and his confidence at an all-time high, he strolled into the store, ready to surprise Sadie with the wildest chocolates he could find.

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(Help Desk office)

Cody sat in the waiting room of Jessica's office, fidgeting slightly in his seat. He adjusted the visitor badge that hung around his neck, the plastic tag feeling a bit foreign to him as it swayed against his chest. It was strange being here, waiting for his girlfriend's mom to finish her shift, but he understood why Jessica wanted to keep an eye on him. After all, Cody was dating Katie now, and Jessica clearly wasn't the type to let things slide when it came to her daughter.

The two of them had shared a nice conversation earlier, sitting in her small office as Jessica worked at her computer. Cody had always been good with adults, his charm had gotten him out of trouble more than once, and he found that Jessica wasn't as intimidating as he'd first thought. They talked about little things: school, how he got interested in Katie, how was his thoughts about being on [i]Total Drama Island/i, if he was ready for the next season, and what the future might hold. He even told her about some thoughts of the ridiculous challenges they'd faced on the show, which made her chuckle in amusement.

"You know, Cody," Jessica said, standing up from her desk as their conversation wound down, "I think you're a good influence on Katie. But I've got to work at the help desk now. I'm sure you'll find a way to keep yourself entertained in the meantime."

Cody smiled, nodding. "I'll be fine, ma'am. I can handle waiting around for a bit. Thanks for talking with me."

Jessica gave him a warm smile, patting him on the shoulder before she left. "No problem, Cody. Make yourself comfortable. There's a vending machine down the hall if you get hungry."

And just like that, Cody found himself alone in the quiet waiting room. The hum of office chatter and the rhythmic clacking of keyboards filled the air, with workers making calls or tapping away at their computers. It wasn't exactly the most exciting environment for Cody, he wished he would have his flip phone which allowed him to have a little game of spaceship. A good classic to pass around the day, but it was kinda of strange since the time he left and went to Wawanakwa Island, he was used to more action-packed days filled with excitement, especially after the chaos of the reality show.

He leaned back in the stiff, somewhat uncomfortable chair, staring at the blank ceiling and listening to snippets of conversation from the people on the phone. Most of it was corporate jargon, sales pitches, or troubleshooting calls that made no sense to him. His boredom grew with each passing minute, and he started to wish to have brought some kind of gaming console or something to pass the time.

But as Cody glanced around the room, something caught his eye, tucked into the corner was a billiard table, complete with cues and neatly racked balls. A slow grin spread across his face as he realized he had just found the perfect way to pass the time.

"Now that's more like it," Cody muttered to himself, already standing up from his chair. His fingers brushed over the smooth felt surface of the table as he grabbed a cue stick from the nearby rack. Sure, he wasn't an expert at pool, but he knew how to hold his own. And with nothing else to do in this otherwise quiet office, it was time to have a little fun. "It's a been a bit long since I started playing with this, let's see if I still got it."

Cody lined up the cue ball with a satisfying smirk, ready to make the most of his unexpected free time.

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"I can't believe you," Jessica said as Cody looked sheepishly at the travel back home, with the boy nervous about the events unfolding on that afternoon. "I leave you in a few hours, and you managed to beat the majority of my coworkers in a billiard game, and not just that, but you also got my boss involved in a billiard and even won against him?"

"Mr. Rafael was a very though person to beat up, he managed to take 3 balls at once. I think I got lucky on that game." Cody said as he nervously laughed, at the look of his girlfriend's mom. "Are you in trouble?"

"Not at all, actually he wanted me to invite you next time we have a company party, I will probably have to take you with me, so you are not just a celebrity outside of the city now, Codemeister…" Jessica commented which made Cody slowly blush nervously, as the mother was impressed, but also extremely confused about how it was possible for someone to go into a billiard game with her boss and manage to beat him. "Since when have you become so good in billiards?"

"Oh, my dad always liked to watch the billiard championships on the television, so I started to do that as well, and when I saw some of the players giving some amazing trick shots, I decided to do that as well, so I like playing billiards as much I like to play chess with my dad."

"Huh, that's very interesting. Well, I never thought my boss gave you his business card, which he just does to his clients." Jessica commented as Cody tilted his head in surprise.

"Yeah, it was nice talking to him, also can I ask you what is your company you and he work?" Cody asked in curiosity, which the mother of the tan girl, giggled imagining what would be his reaction.

"We are a help desk for some companies, major of our clients are video game companies," Jessica commented as Cody slowly had his mouth dropping.

"Nooooo," Cody's reaction was exactly like what Katie's mom was expecting, which made her laugh. "So you know a lot of videogame companies?"

"Yeah, some game studios, some factories, and all that stuff, I think I remember when there were times when our company got an invitation for little courses for your children to be interested in learning how to create a little game… I also think my boss gave you his business card if you are interested in going into one of the courses, and because maybe when you finish your studies he can use some of his connections and try to contact a company in case they are hiring." Jessica said as Cody felt his eyes twitching. "Oh, I just forgot. Do you like video games?"

"Does fish like water?" That was the only answer Cody said which Jessica laughed, from how crazy it had been just a single afternoon.

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(Recording Studio)

Trent sat alone in the dimly lit recording studio, the same place where he had filmed his audition tape for [i]Total Drama Island/i]. The quiet hum of the equipment and the faint scent of dust in the air made it feel like a world away from the chaos he had faced on the island. But now, it was just him—and his thoughts.

He glanced down at the stack of papers on his lap: a 99-page contract. The weight of it felt symbolic, like the weight of everything that had gone wrong during the first season. But something about that number, 99, made him feel oddly reassured. His favorite number, 9, was in there twice, it was like a little sign from the universe, or so he thought.

A small smile crept onto his face, but just as quickly, he wiped it away by slapping his own cheek gently. "Focus, Trent," he muttered to himself. He remembered Ezekiel's words from earlier, advising him not to get too weird about the number thing. It was just his lucky number, after all, but lucky numbers wouldn't be a reason for him to be creepy around the others as he saw his number, he could be glad, sure, but he must also be in silence. And luck wouldn't save him from making more mistakes if he wasn't careful this time.

He sighed, his eyes scanning over the contract again. His parents had worked tirelessly for weeks to keep him from getting sued by Lindsay's family, another reminder of how close he had come to losing everything. He'd been so lucky to avoid a lawsuit, but it was a mess that could have been prevented if he'd just been more careful.

The memories of the island came flooding back, his blunders, his missteps. The way the rest of the Killer Bass had grown to resent him for the mistakes he made, not realizing the damage he was causing until it was too late. He clenched his jaw, guilt weighing on him like a heavy stone. He swore to himself that this time, he'd be more observant. He wouldn't let himself slip into the same traps.

Trent flipped through the pages, scanning the legal jargon, and stopped when his eyes landed on a particular section in fine print. His heart sank as he read it: if a contestant suffered serious damage during a challenge but the host found it entertaining, and the contestant was still able to continue, their team would be granted an instant victory in that phase.

"Are you kidding me?" Trent muttered. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed this rule before. It was buried in fine print, easily missed. But Ezekiel had seen it, of course, he had. The guy had been more observant than any of them, which was ironic given how the boy had been homeschooled, but the one who read the entire contract, and also became a successful writer, which nobody ever had a word to say against him. Trent couldn't lie to himself, that he felt a bit envious of the boy, but Ezekiel was really a good guy to be around, Trent saw how much he had worked into the chapters and the book he released… Hard work which he earned the money he got from his books. And Trent finally understood why Ezekiel had pushed them to participate in season two. It was all right there in the contract. Both Trent, Beth, and Ezekiel didn't want their friends to be fighting each other and going to the extreme, and it seems the second season was indeed the right decision to make. A chance for everyone to prepare themselves and get ready for what is coming.

A small surge of hope welled up inside him. This wasn't about winning anymore, it was about redemption. There was a chance to fix what had been broken, not just with his teammates, but with himself. Trent realized now that his focus had been all wrong in the first season. He had gotten too wrapped up in his mistakes, his insecurities, and the need to win. He was ready to leave all of that behind.

The computer in the recording room buzzed with an email notification. For a moment, his stomach twisted, bracing for more hate mail from the public, more reminders of how badly he had screwed up. After all, his infamous blunders were still fresh in everyone's minds: the moment he let Gwen and Ezekiel get buried alive because of his fear of mimics, which he didn't actually fight them, but only ran away from his fears… and the Killer Bass on the other hand had to face their demons and be even more traumatized than before. His thoughtless comment led to Geoff being blasted with haze and the yellow pancakes he had forced Lindsay to eat which lead almost to his ass being sued by her family. He saw the part on the contract which showed the clause that saved his back from being sued… He never thought that he would love and hate a contract at the same time.

Well, be grateful for the small victories...

He hesitated but opened the email anyway, surprised to find something different. Fans, real fans, had written to him. Mixed reviews, sure, some called him a "stupid ignorant," a title he accepted for not paying attention. But there were others, kinder ones. Some fans said they saw his efforts and believed in him. They wrote that they hoped he could forgive himself, even if they hadn't forgiven him yet. That sentiment touched him deeply. Forgiving himself, was the hardest part.

Trent set the contract down and closed his eyes, letting out a long, steady breath. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn't filled with dread about the next season. He wasn't focused on winning. He was focused on being better, being more aware, more in tune with his team, and, most importantly, more in control of his actions.

Season two wasn't about redemption in the public's eyes, or even with his teammates, it was about redeeming himself. He wasn't going to let past mistakes define him any longer. He knew now that it wasn't about avoiding failure but learning from it. And now, with everything laid out in front of him, he was ready.

Trent looked at the contract one last time and smiled. This time, he wasn't going in blind. This time, he was going to make it count.

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(Owen's bedroom)

Owen jolted awake, eyes wide and heart racing as if someone had dumped ice water on him. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing his room in a soft glow, but all Owen could feel was dread. Five days. Five precious days of peace before he had to head back to Total Drama Island for season two.

But there was no peace to be found in his house. Not when Max, his cousin, was staying with him for a few weeks while his house got "decontaminated" after some science experiment gone wrong, A.K.A Max trying to replicate El Mongo and La Muerte. To everyone else, Max was just the weird little genius with a future in being pharmaceutical with wild ambitions. To Owen, Max was the [i]incarnation/i]of impending doom.

Owen shot up in bed, his eyes darting around the room. The eerie silence told him one thing…

"Max was awake, and he was planning something." Owen commented as he felt a shiver on his spine.

His family had no idea what they had brought into their home. Sure, they saw Max as a quirky kid with a knack for "pretend" evil science, but Owen knew better. He'd seen Max's inventions and the chaos they left in their wake. Nobody believed him, not his parents, not his brothers, but Owen knew. And he was the only one who could stop Max before things got…well, explode-y.

He threw off his blanket, sweating already. Constant vigilance like a Hunter in search of the prey, he reminded himself as he tiptoed toward his door. His house was a minefield. Every innocuous object, a coffee maker, a toaster, heck, even the laundry detergent, could be part of Max's next twisted world domination plan.

He slowly opened his door, poking his head out into the hallway. No sign of Max yet. Good. Owen scurried to the bathroom, his mind racing with possibilities. Maybe Max was building a shrink ray today? Or a weather machine! Maybe he was turning the family dog into some sort of robotic guard creature!

He quickly brushed his teeth, splashed water on his face, and tried to calm his nerves. "It's fine, Owen," he whispered to himself, staring at his reflection. "Just five days. You can survive five days before going back to the show. And maybe, just maybe, Max won't..."

The smell of burning toast wafted down the hallway, and Owen's heart sank.

"Oh no." Owen whispered as he felt something wrong, his mother never once let the toast burn on his life. So that means something… Something bad is about to happen.

Owen sprinted to the kitchen, nearly crashing into the counter as he skidded to a stop. There, at the table, was Max, his short, black and purple pajamas figure hunched over what looked like an innocent plate of toast. Except it wasn't just toast. No. Not when Max was involved.

"Good morning, Cousin Owen!" Max greeted him with his usual over-the-top villainous voice. His hair was wild, his glasses glinting in the sunlight. "You're just in time to witness the beginning of my latest invention! Feast your eyes on the Toast of Terror!"

"Where is mom and dad? And the others?" Owen gulped, as Max evilly giggled…

"They are away… buying food in the supermarket for the dinners today, which is the perfect opportunity for me to try to conquer the world, bwahahaha *cough* *cough* ugh… I choke with my saliva… *cough* *cough*" Max coughed as Owen suddenly saw his cousin trying to breathe but nothing seemed to be working.

"This is it…" Owen thought on his mind, as slowly his mind had a revelation. "This is the icing on my cake, a way to finish all the worries of my life, a lifetime of paranoia and fear of him conquering the world, brought by a sweet and satisfied end! All I have to do is… nothing!"

Owen said as he could see his cousin trying to stop the choking by eating the toast he created, which made it even worse for the young evil genius who even got out with his body on the floor.

"I will be treated as a hero… as long I don't hand him this lifesaving juice that I'm currently giving to him NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Owen realized his mistake when his body reacted didn't even listen to his brain, and gave an escape for the evil genius to give another try to conquer the world. "YOU IDIOT, YOU IDIOT, THAT'S WHY EVERYONE CALLS YOU IDIOT EVERY SINGLE DAY. WE COULD HAVE SAVED THE WORLD, AND YOU BLEW UP."

"I'm sorry brain, I'm too weak," Owen said as he realized his mistake when it was too late, and now Max got up from the floor with a new rewind of life.

"Thank you cousin, I should have expected that my own creation would go against me, and I'm glad that I brought some safety measures, but with your help, I'm glad that I can have more chances to live and show the world on how Evil scientist I'm." Max said as he evilly chuckled, and Owen sighed in disappointment.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Owen said as he decided to accept the scolding of his conscience furiously at himself, while he felt that he somehow helped the evil into reaching a new idea.

"Also, this gave me a new idea on how I could try to make sure everyone would choke in the air at the same time, and with it, I can make everyone pay me millions of dollars just for the sake of them getting the chance of breathing again. Bwa-...err… maybe I shouldn't do evil laugh for a while." Max revealed the evil plan which immediately Owen's face kept slamming on the table, when the evil scientist wanted to do his evil laugh again, but paused and thought it was for the best for him to not do an evil laugh until he got it right.

"5 days… 5 long looooong days…" Owen said that he never thought he would have felt better and safer into returning to the show, instead of being the protector of the planet… a protector that nobody asked for.

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(Salon)

The sun was shining brightly over the small town in Canada as Lindsay, Paula, and Charlie strolled down the lively street. It was Lindsay's first day off since winning Total Drama Island, even if she didn't win the 1 million dollars, Lindsay got from Ezekiel the 100 thousand dollars that she remained secretly about, and since she already got 2 allowances from returning home, so now she had 300 thousand dollars for her to buy anything for herself.

Charlie had insisted they all head out for some sisterly bonding at the local beautician. The place they were heading to was famous for its vibrant atmosphere, and they could already see the colorful, Mexican-themed banners strung up outside.

A girl with short silver hair, dressed in a bright, colorful uniform, was handing out flyers to everyone who passed. Charlie instantly recognized her as Vaggie, the beautician's flyer girl. With a reserved smile, Vaggie waved them over.

"Come on in, ladies! We've got the best services in town. Special discounts for new clients!" she said happily.

"Hey Vaggie… I told you that I would bring my sisters to this place, I said I would come back and here I am." Charlie said as Paula and Lindsay could see how Charlie had been the same as always, energetic, and very optimistic of everything, and when she said she was going to do anything, she get focused into doing her best to actually achieve it.

"Yes, you did. Get inside girls, and have a great time." Vaggie chuckled from meeting the blonde girl once again, and from the time she thought of giving the flier to another girl who would just ignore her. But by saying that she would return, she was actually glad that at least her service was paying off. "Gracias."

Charlie, Paula, and Lindsay, always the social butterfly, waved at Vaggie, but soon found herself waving at a few others who had begun to notice her. A small crowd had started to form, recognizing the winner of [i]Total Drama Island/i] walking casually down the street. Lindsay was unfazed, though, her kind and bubbly nature making her wave to the people as if she were just an old friend.

"Hey, everyone! Isn't it a beautiful day?" she greeted, her voice ringing with excitement.

Charlie and Paula, though not as recognizable, mimicked Lindsay's casual waving, catching on to her energy.

"Oh my gosh, they're all smiling at you, Lindsay!" Charlie giggled, from seeing her baby sister now being even more popular than before, since she always did well on the talent show contests, but now she won the big deal..

"Well, duh! Lindsay's a superstar now," Paula added with a grin, clearly proud of her little sister's fame.

As they approached the beautician, the Mexican décor became even more vibrant. The exterior was adorned with colorful papel picado banners, and inside, they could see vivid shades of red, orange, and yellow painted across the walls. The scent of fresh herbs and essential oils drifted through the air, giving the whole place a relaxing yet festive ambiance. A small mariachi band played in the corner of the lobby, their soft tunes adding to the cultural flair of the place. The beauty stations were set up like traditional Mexican market stalls, complete with woven baskets filled with beauty products, and the walls were decorated with art inspired by Día de los Muertos.

The three girls stepped inside, greeted by the cool air and the warm ambiance of the salon. As soon as they walked in, a woman with striking white hair and a welcoming smile approached them.

"Hola, chicas. Welcome! It's a busy day, but if you don't mind waiting, we'll attend to you shortly," she said, her accent giving the experience even more authenticity.

The girls shrugged off the wait, exchanging glances.

"No problem at all!" Charlie chirped, and they all found a cozy spot to sit and chat.

"I'm just really happy Mom and Dad are inviting them to visit us. It'll be so nice to have a fun time with everyone, my best friends included." As they settled in, Lindsay commented her eyes lit up with excitement. "I can't wait until you meet Beth, Izzy, and Heather, Paula! You're going to love them. They're just… so much fun and kind of unpredictable!"

"I've heard enough stories about them to know they'll definitely keep things interesting." Paula, who usually kept a cool demeanor, nodded. "But, I think I'll get along with them. Especially if they're as cool as you say."

She sighed contentedly, thinking of the upcoming days of laughter and relaxation.

"Sounds like it'll be perfect," Charlie said, smiling at Lindsay. "And hey, after all the craziness you've been through on Total Drama, you deserve a nice, quiet break."

"I guess I do! But I wouldn't trade the adventure for anything. And I'm so glad we're all together now."Lindsay leaned back in her chair, soaking in the moment.

"So, on the season 2 sis… It's a million dollars money." Charlie commented as the other blonde sister nodded her head.

"10 daddy allowances, it's something that neither of us are prepared to receive in one go." Paula commented as well, which Lindsay nodded her head with a smile. And also with a curiosity on her face.

"What would you do if you had 10 daddy allowances?" Lindsay gave a question, and instead of having a good time thinking about the solution, Charlie was the first to answer that.

"I would do charity with it," Charlie commented as the duo of sisters waited as the optimistic girl continued to explain her idea for a better world. "It would start all small, and then it would get bigger…"

Both Paula and Lindsay thought for a second as an image of Charlie appearing on the television interrupting a comercial on the television, while wearing a red suit and black bowtie while she was ready to make her ad for Charity.

"How are you doing?" Charlie commented as she looked serious on the screen, with her hands behind her back. "Feeling comfortable? That's funny… Cause a lot of people on this planet aren't...in fact, there are a lot of people who are having really really bad,"

Charlie looked at the television screen, with outrage on her face.

"How does that make you feel? Are you proud? ARE YOU STILL FEELING GOOD?" Charlie said as she showed her anger on the television while pointing at the screen in hatred. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, GIVE THEM MONEY, GIVE US MONEY SO WE CAN GIVE TO THEM, DO IT NOW, GET OFF YOUR COUCH AND DO IT. DO IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

And then there was a sweet picture of Charlie with the name of their charity and their telephone number.

Both sisters blinked as they glanced at each other.

"My charity would get bigger and bigger and it would be called Coalition of Really Really Useful People Together." Charlie smiled as she explained her idea until Paula decided to cut her up.

"So, corrupt?" The question made Charlie's big smile imediatelly freezes as she saw Paula deciding to be the voice of the reason. "Which the more money you would have, you would need more to make the company works, and by doing so you were going to do shady business, with a good probability of being a criminal and damaging the world…"

"...So that's why daddy says for me to be careful about giving my money to someone?" Charlie commented as Paula nodded her head, and Charlie deflated in sadness.

"Well, I would use the money to make more money," Paula commented as she felt confident to explain her plan for her own sisters. First I would invest in a portfolio of high-risk shares on the stock exchange." Paula commented as she decided to tell the steps of the plan.

"What?" Then she was interrupted by both her sisters who tilted their heads in confusion, which the smartest of the family facepalmed herself because she forgot about how advanced she was… "First I would invest in things and when they do well. I make money."

"What?" Charlie and Lindsay asked again, and this time Paula took a few more seconds before she snapped her fingers with a good idea on her mind.

"Listen, greed minus morals, times lack of empathy plus slick back hair equals ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD!" Paula said as both sisters had a realization on their minds.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Both Charlie and Lindsay could see what the big sister was planning.

"Once I have all the money in the world, all I have to do is destroy it all," Paula commented which made both Charlie and Lindsay pause and stare at their sister.

"What? Why would you do that?"And to her surprise, it was Lindsay the one who asked that question.

Which Paula gave a proud smile on her face.

"To bring people together…" Paula commented as she decided to explain her dream of an ideal world, which Lindsay and Charlie decided to listen to what the older sister would have in mind, "In my money-free world, you won't need a car to go to work, because you won't need to work to pay material things… you won't need to wear a suit to pretend someone you are not, because everyone is going to be free to be one with nature… you won't need meat, we'll never fight, we'll be incapable to hurt anything ever again, it will be a para- oh shit…"

"What?" Suddenly Charlie and Lindsay turned their heads to see Paula frustrated.

"Predators," Paula commented as she had found a thing that destroyed her ideal way to expend the money…

And now that both her sisters seemed disappointed with their ideals of using their daddy money… Suddenly Lindsay decided to say something.

"So...buying a mall?" Lindsay asked shyly, which immediately both girls looked at each other, before facepalming themselves or even giving a light slap on their heads.

"Of course, a mall. There is all the good stuff we like to buy,"

"Why didn't I think of that before? I should have thought about such an idea."

Lindsay smiled as the mariachi music continued to play softly in the background, the sisters shared a peaceful moment, chatting about old times and new adventures. For Lindsay, this was the perfect day – no pressure, just good company and the excitement of new memories waiting to be made.

It had been a great day to spend with her family.