Hello! This is my first story on this website. This story is a dark and deadly turn on Total Drama Island and is heavily inspired by Despair Island by Knifez, which you should check out if you have not. Even though I am a novice at writing, I hope you enjoy! So without further ado, enjoy Isle of Despair.
Disclaimer: Total Drama is owned by Fresh TV
The camera faded open to the sight of a bright blue lake surrounded by a cliff, shores filled with trees, and an old wooded dock near the bottom of the screen. A man in his mid-thirties with black hair popped out from the bottom of the screen exhibiting a sly shiny grin.
"Yo, we're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario! I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping the first season of the hottest new reality show on TV right now!" Chris strolled down the dock. "Here's the deal, twenty-four campers have been randomly selected to spend eight weeks at this crappy old summer camp. They'll have to compete in challenges against their fellow teens and face deadly judgment from their fellow campers if they lose. After each challenge, one team will win either a reward or the opportunity to choose one of their teammates to leave Total Drama Island for good by being brutally slaughtered by yours truly!"
The camera flashed to show a small campsite with tree stumps used as chairs lined on one side and an oil drum with marshmallows on the top of it on the other. "Their fate will be decided here! At the dramatic and deadly campfire ceremony, where each week, all but one contestant will be given a marshmallow. The one camper without a marshmallow will receive a pitiful execution. In the end, one camper will be left standing and will be rewarded with the ultimate prize; their own life! To survive, they'll have to battle through black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and most importantly, each other. Every moment will be caught on camera with the hundreds of cameras set up around the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Who will live to tell the tale? Find out right now, on Total! Drama! Island!"
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Chris's Total Drama Stereotype: The Host with a License to Kill
Chris grinned sadistically on the docks. "It's now time to meet our campers. Let us welcome our first camper: Beth!"
Beth's Total Drama Stereotype: The Wannabe
Beth came walking down the dock with a nervous look on her face. She was a short girl wearing an olive green vest over a turquoise shirt and bright pink pants. She had a lopsided ponytail, braces, and glasses covering her face. "H- Hi, Mom and Dad! I'm finally on TV!" She waved at the camera.
"Beth, how does it feel to be on Total Drama Island?" Chris asked with a grin.
"I- I always wanted to be on TV, b- but not like this," Beth choked out with a nervous frown.
"Congrats, please wait on the far side of the dock while our other contestants arrive." Chris pointed to the other side of the dock which Beth walked towards as another boat appeared.
"What's up, DJ! How are you feeling?" Chris announced, looking at the boat, receiving silence instead. "DJ, come on out bro! You're gonna miss out on the show!"
DJ's Total Drama Stereotype: The Brickhouse With a Heart
DJ reluctantly came out of the boat. He was a tall, muscular, bearded Jamaican-Canadian wearing a green t-shirt with an orange 'D' on it, grey shorts, and a white cap.
"I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!" DJ sobbed frantically as he ran down the dock.
"DJ! Pull yourself together man! You're on live TV!" Chris ignored the sobbing Brickhouse who slowly shuffled towards the far side of the dock.
A third boat pulled up to the end of the dock. "Anyways, please welcome our third contestant on Total Drama Island: Gwen!"
Gwen's Total Drama Stereotype: The Goth
A blue-black-haired girl dressed in dark clothing walked out of the boat with a scowl on her face, glaring daggers at Chris as she stormed past him.
"Now Gwen, there's no need to be so excited!" Chris smiled proudly at Gwen as she turned around to bark back at him "Fuck you, McLean."
"Come on Gwen! Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" Chris continued to smile arrogantly at Gwen who began walking towards him.
"I'll warn you right now that violence against the host or staff is strictly prohibited!" Chris pulled up shirt a couple of inches to reveal the gleaming glow of a shiny handgun holstered near his waist, putting his right hand on the holster.
Gwen quickly went silent and stopped dead in her tracks with a furious blaze in her eyes. She scowled and walked up beside the brickhouse who turned his cascading tears into a depressed frown.
"You're one sick fuck, McLean" Gwen hollered back at him. Chris shrugged and turned back to face the next boat coming onto the docks with a blond muscular man wearing a cowboy's hat, a pink open-buttoned shirt, and blue shorts.
"Geoff! How's it going, man!" Chris offered a fist bump to the blonde party animal, who gladly accepted it.
Geoff's Total Drama Stereotype: The Party Dude
"Not much, bro! I'm pretty stoked to be here!" The blonde smiled and looked at the other contestants.
Gwen looked at him in confusion. "He's either really optimistic or really retarded." Beth nodded to her.
Chris continued his conversation with the blonde. "You have any plans while you're on TV, Geoff?" The party dude had one simple answer for him. "PARTYING, DUDE!" The loud answer from him had everyone recoil back, as Chris went over to calm him down.
"Cool it, bro, we still have more dudes to introduce, so wait on over by your fellow campers." Chris gestured his hand to lead Geoff by where everyone was waiting as he quickly struck up a conversation. "What's up dudes and dudettes?"
Gwen replied coldly back to him. "We do realize that all but one of us are going to die, right?" Geoff nodded "So why not go out with an AWESOME PARTY dudes? There's no need to be such a downer!" Gwen rolled her eyes in response. She couldn't believe that there could be a dumber person in the world.
Another boat came in as Chris announced the upcoming camper with excitement in his eyes. "Please welcome, Lindsay!"
Lindsay's Total Drama Stereotype: The Dumb Blonde Princess
Lindsay walked out onto the dock with a look of confusion on her face. She was a beautiful blonde with a blue bandana covering her head, a brown and red top, an orange dress, and cowboy boots. Her look of confusion quickly turned to excitement as she realized a camera was recording her.
"OMG, hi! Am I on TV? I always wanted to be on TV!" Lindsay started speaking quickly as Chris came close to her to welcome her.
"Welcome to Total Drama Island, Lindsay! Please go wait at the far end of the dock to meet your fellow campers." Chris smiled at her expecting her to cry.
"What Palm Island? I love beaches! I'm not sure if I've brought my favorite bikini though." Chris looked at her in the same confusion Lindsay had when she arrived.
"Just… Go over to where everyone else is." Chris pointed as Lindsay walked up to the sad crowd of competitors.
"Awww. Don't be sad everyone! We are on TV! We have to look perfect!" Lindsay spoke out to the mostly sad campers as Gwen scowled back at her.
"Shut it, dumbass! Is everyone here going to be this oblivious?" Gwen scowled at the blonde girl who started tearing up at the sudden insult. Gwen turned out to be wrong about Geoff having the smallest brain in the world.
"Now that's how I expected you to feel when you arrived here." Chris smiled at the dumb blonde's verbal pain.
"Okay, everyone! Our sixth competitor, Heather is here!" Chris turned around as a boat dropped off a pretty Asian girl.
Heather's Total Drama Stereotype: The Mean Girl
One could tell that she was a spoiled rich brat with her having long raven hair, wearing expensive clothes, and equipping a sly scowl on her face with furious eyes.
"Hello, Heather! How does it feel to be on Total Drama Island?" Chris questioned the Queen Bee.
"Well, it's quite unfortunate that twenty-three people are going to die prematurely, except for me as I do plan on leaving her with my life." She walked down the dock and looked at her competitors. "Don't worry though, I'll make sure you'll each receive a memorial, as long as you're worth being remembered," Heather spoke arrogantly which made all campers, even Geoff, frown.
"Hey, chill dudette, we don't need to be so harsh to each other." Geoff walked up to the raven-haired girl who shoved him onto the ground. "You're definitely not getting a memorial, blondie." Heather continued walking to the end of the dock while Lindsay helped Geoff up.
"What's your problem?" Gwen spoke out against Heather in anger. Heather opened her mouth to respond to the girl. Gwen looked like all the weird girls she bullied throughout high school. Heather quickly shut her mouth as she realized everyone was glaring daggers at her. She ignored the looks she was getting and quickly turned to file her nails.
Chris grinned sadistically as he saw the drama going on. "Everyone, welcome Duncan!"
Duncan's Total Drama Stereotype: The Delinquent
Duncan walked off the boat with a scowl on his face directed at the host. He looked like a rebellious criminal with a green mohawk, piercings, and a choker. He wore a black shirt with a skull on it and a cream undershirt with blue pants.
"What's up, Duncan? How does it feel to be on Total Drama Island?" Chris grinned as he crossed his arms at the delinquent.
"Hey McLean, how does it feel to be a dirt-eating asshat?" Duncan had a furious look in his eyes as he strutted towards Chris, slowly raising his left arm back. Chris stepped back and pulled his shirt up a couple of inches revealing the glow of the handgun at his waist. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, we don't exactly have a prison here so we resort to alternate methods, me and all the staff here."
Duncan scowled and walked to the end of the dock, where he eyed Heather. "How's it going gorgeous?" He nudged Heather who stopped filing her nails and glared at him.
Geoff walked up to the delinquent. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. That dudette is real harsh, man."
Duncan shrugged "Meh. You seem cool enough, but don't think for a second that I won't vote your ass off this island before you can even cry to your mama." Duncan glared at the party dude who quickly backed away while DJ cried at the mention of his favorite person in the world.
"MAMA!" DJ cried loudly at the mention of his beloved mother, as everyone except for Duncan and Gwen recoiled back and covered their ears.
Chris turned back to the wailing brickhouse with a more exasperated look in his eyes. "Can it, dude! Stop acting so pathetic on the cameras! We still have many more people to introduce." Chris hollered back at DJ before quickly putting on a fake smile to introduce the next camper.
The camera panned back to see the next boat gradually coming closer, showing a shaking brunette jock on it.
Tyler's Total Drama Stereotype: The Clumsy Jock
"Tyler! Welcome to Total Drama Island! How are you feeling? Not gonna lie, I'd thought your entrance would be a bit more… extreme." Chris welcomed the shaky jock as he exited the boat with high caution.
Tyler was an average muscular brunette jock with a red tracksuit and headband. He had a worried and shaky look in his eyes as he watched every step he took on the dock.
"Not here, man. I'm already clumsy as hell, and I get even clumsier when I'm nervous. And I'm more nervous than when I was on that school trip to the chicken farm." Tyler stated keeping his eyes fixed on where he was walking, accidentally bumping into Duncan and nearly making him fall into the water. Duncan turned around to scold at the jock.
"Hey, watch it clumsy! I got my eye on you!" Duncan threatened him and pulled out a switchblade, causing everyone to recoil back in fear.
"S- sorry, man! I d- didn't mean to" Tyler staggered back until he fell backwards onto the dock.
"Woah! Hey, let's cool it, dude! I'm sure it was just an accident!" Geoff popped up in front of Tyler with his cautiously up as Duncan nodded and put his switchblade back in his pocket.
Tyler thanked Geoff as he stood back up and cautiously walked to be by DJ.
Chris looked bitterly happy at the drama caused by Tyler's clumsiness before he scolded Duncan. "By the way! No weaponry of any kind is allowed for any of the castmates! Drop your switchblade!"
Chris threatened Duncan by unveiling his gun for the third time, this time unholstering it and having it in his hands, causing all the campers to recoil back in fear as Duncan dropped his switchblade while rolling his eyes.
"Thank you, now let that be a reminder of how strict we are with the rules before we meet Harold! How are you doing, Harold!" Chris said as he grinned at the nerd.
Harold's Total Drama Stereotype: The Nerd
Harold was the definition of a nerd. He was lanky, weak, and spoke nasally. He had red messy hair, large glasses, and an unshaven beard. He wore a blue shirt with a hamburger in the middle and green pants.
"Pretty crappy considering I'm likely dying within the next eight weeks. But I promise not to go down without a fight! I have some serious mad skillz that I can show off on TV!" Harold's neutral expression turned into determination as he flexed his quite nonexistent muscles, causing Duncan to laugh at him.
"Great! At least we get entertainment from Dorkus over here before we die!" Duncan grinned at the nerd and crossed his arms with a face full of amusement.
Harold sighed before he walked toward the end of the dock to stand next to the shaking jock. "What an asshole." He muttered only for Tyler to hear, as he nodded back at him.
"I know, right? Hey, how about you show me some of those mad skillz later? Maybe they'll fix up my clumsiness." Tyler asked the nerd who nodded his head and was about to speak before Chris interrupted him.
"Campers! Prepare to meet the ninth camper, Trent!" Chris said as an average-looking guy walked off the boat with sadness in his eyes.
Trent's Total Drama Stereotype: The Cool Dude
Trent was a pretty handsome boy with black hair carrying a guitar case on his back. He had a green shirt with camo sleeves and an imprint of a hand on the front with black jeans and a belt.
"Trent! What's with the long face?" Chris asked leaning forwards cockily towards the upcoming musician.
"I'll tell you what's wrong, you fucking dipshit." Trent's sadness quickly turned to anger as he saw the host's arrogant smile. Trent prepared to lunge at the host but paused right before as he saw the shiny handgun on his side.
Chris smiled again as he noticed Trent's eyes looking at his handgun. "Don't get hasty now, Trent! Go on and stand by your fellow campers! And turn that frown upside-down! You're on TV after all!" Trent walked to the end of the dock while flipping Chris off.
Chris sighed. "Jeez, what's with people trying to attack me today? I'm kinda getting tired of me having to show off my nifty handgun to everyone."
Heather looked at him with furious eyes, "Well none of us want to be here! You can't just kidnap us and try to murder all of us!"
Gwen chuckled, "For once I agree with her, you're a sick bastard who deserves to rot in hell."
Many other campers started to call out on the murderous host, even DJ, who had stopped crying at this point, and Lindsay who had no idea what was going on.
Chris sighed again with exasperation and finally gave into the comments brigading against him. "Chill out, everyone! You all are getting on my nerves and I'm not planning on shooting any of you until the competition starts! We're on a tight schedule here, so put on happy faces and welcome your next competitor, Bridgette!"
The next boat came up to reveal a sobbing blonde with tears falling down her eyes.
Bridgette's Total Drama Stereotype: The Surfer Chick
Bridgette was a blonde pretty girl. A surfer girl, shown as the driver threw her surfboard onto the dock along with her luggage. She wore a cerulean hoodie and shorts, as she stood still, sobbing on the boat.
"Hey, Bridgette! How's our surfer chick doing?" Chris asked to no response as the girl kept sobbing and remained on the boat.
The driver of the boat came up and shoved Bridgette onto the dock causing Bridgette to temporarily stop crying before she continued to cry on the ground.
Geoff began to walk up, not being able to stand seeing such a pretty girl cry before Chris put out his arm and stopped him.
"No, no, dude, let me show you how it's done." A still annoyed Chris stepped forward to where Bridgette was crying on the floor before pulling out his handgun and aiming at the surfer chick's head.
All the contestants recoiled back in fear, including Duncan, not sure if the sadistic host was going to snap after being brigaded by insults.
"You have fifteen seconds to get to the other side of the dock before I pull this trigger and your tears turn red!" Chris looked at Bridgette with a neutral expression, as she stopped sobbing and turned wide-eyed before quickly scampering to the other side of the dock between Geoff and DJ.
"Hey, don't cry dudette!" Geoff said as he put his arm around her, pulling her into a hug as she continued sobbing.
"Wow, how loving," said a scrawny Indian boy in a sarcastic voice as he exited the boat.
Noah's Total Drama Stereotype: The High IQ Bookworm
The boy was of Indian heritage and had three layers of clothing: a white undershirt, a blue polo shirt, and a red vest over it, as well as grey shorts. From the tired look in his eyes and his abnormally large head, you could tell that he was a snarky, lazy know-it-all.
"Noah! I was supposed to introduce you first! What the heck, man!" Chris turned offended as Noah walked past him.
"Well excuse me! I don't suppose you got the memo about my life-threatening allergies?" Noah continued walking towards the crowd of campers, not looking back at Chris.
"Actually, we did! And we are definitely going to use it in a challenge later down the line! That is if you live past three days that is!" Chris remarked getting a sly smile on his face.
Noah ignored Chris and instead carefully eyed the competitors, choosing to stand between Duncan and Heather. "Oh well, the fact is only one of us will be here after eight weeks and each of everyone here has the ever-so-unique idea of it being them."
Duncan looked at the scrawny kid. "Well, well, well! Aren't you chummy?"
Noah turned towards the delinquent with a neutral expression. "Bold words for someone who's probably going to get executed by having a magnet next to his head."
Chris laughed at the comment, thinking it would be a good idea.
Duncan glared back at the bookworm. "Well, you don't have a magnet on you, don't you? And those are bold words coming from someone whose spine can be easily snapped in two."
Noah responded quickly, "Don't need to, miss rich girl over here probably has enough gravitational pull in her ego alone to pull you apart."
Heather turned to the bookworm, shocked by his sudden words. "What is that supposed to mean you pathetic worthless dork?
Noah nodded back. "Exactly what it means, honey."
Chris interrupted the arguing quickly as the camera zoomed into view of the next boat arriving with an African-Canadian girl. "Speaking of gravitational pull, please welcome our next camper, LeShawna!"
LeShawna's Total Drama Stereotype: The Sister with the 'Tude
LeShawna was an African-Candian girl, a no-nonsense type equipped with a large set of breasts and buttocks. She wore a tan top with four apples across her shirt and had dark pants.
Chris welcomed the girl. "Welcome, LeShawna! How's it going?"
LeShawna walked off the dock and firmly responded. "Well I'm all for socializing, but don't think for a second that I don't plan on winning this."
Duncan smiled at her. "Well said, sister!"
LeShawna swatted away his hand, "Don't test me, white boy." She turned to greet DJ, "Hey brother what's up?"
DJ sniffled before responding to the large girl. "N- not much. W- What about you?"
LeShawna sighed. "Trying my best to get out of here with my life."
Noah quipped at her. "A common theme around here, I see."
LeShawna turned at the bookworm. "Can it, Turkey Legs. You're scrawny ass tells me you ain't getting past the first few weeks."
Geoff spoke up. "Calm it, dudes, y'all need to settle down a bit."
LeShawna nodded quietly and turned to talk to DJ, while Noah just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Chris nodded. "Okay! The next boat coming up! This is certainly starting to get repetitive."
The camera panned right to show a boat approaching with not one, but two girls crying and blabbering to each other.
"Oh, my, gosh, Sadie! Why do we have to be here? This is sooo unfair!" said a skinny tan girl with dark hair on the left side of the boat.
"I know Katie! I don't wanna die! And I especially don't want you to die!" said a chubby short Asian girl wearing similar clothes on the right side of the boat.
Katie and Sadie's Total Drama Stereotypes: The BFFFLs
The two girls were wearing the same clothing although they looked completely different. Katie was a tan skinny girl with prettier features. Sadie was a short and chubby girl. Both girls had pigtails and the same eccentric, annoying, blabbering personality.
"I present thee Tweedledee and Tweedledum." Noah quipped quietly, causing Gwen to smirk next to him.
"Welcome Sadie and Katie!" said Chris smiling at the two BFFs.
"OMG, Chris, this is so unfair, I don't want Katie to die!" Sadie's face started to light up with tears.
"Me too! I don't want Sadie to die! Why do we have to be here, Chris!" Katie's face also lit up with tears at the exact same time. It seemed that the girl's actions were synchronized.
Chris sighed in exasperation. He'd secretly hoped these two would be one of the first few gone, as he was starting to get annoyed by them quickly. "If it's any consolation, it was a complete coincidence that both of you were chosen together."
Katie and Sadie both shrugged. "Of course, we were both chosen together! We do everything together." Sadie said in an ominous way that made Chris sigh and point to the other side of the docks.
Heather smirked. "If it's any more consolation, you both are definitely dying together as well." The two besties gasped at her along with a few of the more kinder campers.
"Why would you say that? That's so mean!" Beth said as she spat all over the raven-haired girl due to her braces.
"You're welcome to join them if you want pig girl. I'd bet those wonder twin clothes would at least fit better than it does on Tweedledum over there." Heather pointed at Sadie, while Duncan, Noah, and especially Chris smirked.
Beth had a furious look in her eyes while she was contemplating punching Heather in the face, however, she was interrupted by Chris who responded "Violence against each other is strictly forbidden until the competition starts, although you guys can talk as much smack as you want here! Anyways, again! Welcome another camper: Ezekiel!"
The camera panned right again to view onto another boat gradually arriving with a scrawny kid fondling with a cross on his necklace.
Ezekiel's Total Drama Stereotype: The Homeschooled Guy
Ezekiel was a short and weak-looking guy. He smelled as if he didn't shower often and wore an aquamarine toque, an olive green hoodie, and blue chinos. The boy had a cross necklace, showing that he was religious.
"Ezekiel! Welcome to the real world! How does it feel?" Chris said as the homeschooler shuffled up onto the dock still grasping onto his cross necklace.
"It's quite sorrowful, considering my circumstances, eh. I'm sorry to the twenty-three folks who're gonna meet their ends soon." Ezekiel looked down at his cross necklace and walked towards the end of the dock.
Duncan rolled his eyes at the homeschooler. "Great we have a priest for our Last Rites. You gonna convert all of us before we die or what?"
"I'm not gonna convert any of you. I've accepted my fate and know that I'll be in the skies soon." The homeschooler looked up at the skies while holding his cross necklace.
Lindsay looked confused. "Be in the skies? Does that mean he's going to become a bird? I love birds! Especially those really cute colorful birds you see in those cages at Petsmart! I wanna be a bird!" Ezekiel didn't know how to respond and went to the very end of the dock and struck up a conversation with Tyler and Harold.
"Okay… moving on… To the Codemeister!" Chris smiled glamorously as the camera panned to a short scrawny geek with an even more glamorous smile coming down the dock as his boat exited.
Cody's Total Drama Stereotype: The Perverted Geek
Cody was a short brunette who held a cocky grin on his face. He wore a light green shirt with two stripes and blue jeans. He knew he was gonna die, no doubt, but he wanted to go down as a 'man'.
"What's going on Codemeister? How are you feeling?" Chris offered a fist bump to the kid. Who reluctantly accepted it.
"It kinda bums me that I'm likely dying, but I'm not gonna check out without getting some play first!" Cody strutted lamely down the docks still holding his 'glamorous' smile and walked in between Lindsay and Bridgette.
Many campers looked at Cody in either amusement, annoyance, or, in Lindsay's case, confusion.
"Hey, I'm Cody. Pleased to meet ya." Cody grinned at the two girls. Bridgette tear tear-filled face sniffled and looked at him in confusion as she shuffled to the left towards Geoff. Lindsay looked at him with a shiny smile.
"Hi, Cory! I'm Lindsay! Are you going to become a bird too?" Lindsay responded, making Cody look at Noah in confusion. Noah tapped his head and made a dumb face which Cody nodded to.
"Hey Lindsay! Can you put your elbows together like this?" Cody put his elbows together which Lindsay quickly imitated. Cody stared at Lindsay's chest before he was smacked on the back of his head by Heather.
"Disgusting pervert." Heather simply said, which Gwen and LeShawna nodded to.
"Well that was fun to watch, but let's welcome our fifth to last contestant, Eva!" Chris said as Eva exited the boat, with a frowning scowl on her face, unresponsive to Chris's greetings.
Eva's Total Drama Stereotype: The Female Bully
Eva silently walked towards the end of the dock not saying a word as everyone silently stared at her.
Cody stupidly went up to greet her. "I'm Cody, pleased to meet you, girl." Eva silently turned to face him and dropped her bag onto his foot, causing him to recoil up in pain. She thought the brunette was a pathetic kid who she could easily snap in half.
"If it comes to it, I will snap your legs in half," Eva stated in a tone with slight anger causing Cody to back away. "Okay, sorry! I'll just go to the back." Cody scampered to the back behind Ezekiel and Tyler.
A loud crying "WHAAAAAA" heard from the end of the dock broke the silence, surprising Chris and the campers as a large, large boy stomped onto the dock, causing stress to the fragile wooden boards that were cursed of carrying such a mass.
"Owen! Welcome!" Chris said enthusiastically, trying to cheer the sobbing beast. "How does it feel to be here?"
Owen's Total Drama Stereotype: The Lovable Fat Dude
Owen was big. And I mean big. He was a blonde wearing a plus plus plus sized shirt with a blue maple leaf on the front and a zero on the back as well as green shorts that squeezed around his girthy waist. Did I mention how big he was?
Owen continued sobbing, causing everyone's mood to drop even Chris as he sobbed. "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIEEEEEE! AND I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED EATING MY SECRET CANDY STASH AT HOOOOMMEEE! WHYYHAHYYY!"
Chris tried to calm the beast down as Owen depressingly stomped down the docks, causing the fragile wood to shake underneath him. "Owen! Don't worry! You're on TV, and! We have food here!"
Owen's mood instantly turned from deep depression into high excitement as he heard the mention of food.
"Just wait by that end of the dock as I introduce the other campers, okay buddy?" Chris smiled at the large blonde boy as he nodded. "WOOHOO! FOOD! AWESOME DUDES!"
Owen walked to the crowd of campers and tried talking to Noah who simply ignored him, as he brought down the seriousness of the situation with his blind attitude and goofy nature.
"Well his arrival increased our chances by one contestant," Duncan whispered to Gwen who simply nodded in agreement.
The camera panned right to reveal the third to last contestant, who was a mocha-skinned girl.
"Please welcome, our third to last contestant! Courtney!" Chris announced while helping Courtney off the boat.
Courtney's Total Drama Stereotype: The Type-A
Courtney was a girl who, judging by the look of her face, had an uptight attitude and was determined to win. She seemed confident and formal yet would be cut-throat to win with her life. She had tan skin with brown hair while wearing a gray top and green pants.
"Hello, everyone! It's nice to meet you all." Courtney spoke confidently as most contestants ignored her greeting.
"It's expected due to our circumstances that you all would be a bit cold, considering our circumstances," Courtney stated with a tinge of sadness in her voice. Gwen simply scoffed at her, "Great, another uptight know-it-all who's confident she's gonna win no problem." Courtney looked at her with offense in her eyes. "Of course, I'm confident, I'm determined and skilled. I'll see how far I can get."
Duncan smirked at the mocha-skinned girl. "I'll see how far you can get before you come asking someone for help." Courtney glared at the delinquent before responding to him. "For your information, I am a CIT! I'm not going down easily, you ogre."
Noah smirked at the CIT. "So what you're saying is that you're a threat to everyone here? Gee, that makes me think we should get you out of here quickly."
Courtney turned to glare at the bookworm. Chris smiled at the drama on the docks as he quipped. "Aw, the CIT is making so many friends already! Let's see if she will make friends with- oh my-"
A dashing, gorgeous, handsome, sexy man with huge muscles and a chiseled chin came into view of the camera as he exited the boat.
"Meet- Meet Justin, everybody…" Chris said as he smiled excessively more than he did to any previous camper.
Justin's Total Drama Stereotype: The Model
Justin was every synonym of the word sexy you could find in the Thesaurus. He had abs bigger than Owen. He had a jawline more refined than a diamond. He had a beautiful face that Cody dreamed of. He had an easily rippable dark green shirt and blue pants.
All the girls and Owen swooned at Justin. All the boys smiled at Justin. Noah looked completely neutral to the sexy beast that arrived on the docks.
Chris had nothing to say as Justin passed by to greet the campers.
"Wow, you're really hot!" Bridgette stammered, having her crying cured by Justin's glistering body.
"You're not so bad yourself," Justin spoke in a soothing voice, with a wink that caused Bridgette to faint, much to Geoff's annoyance.
As the girls tried to flirt with Justin, Cody and Noah had a conversation about the sexy beast.
"You see, why can't I get all the girls like he does?" Cody questions Noah who shrugs in annoyance.
"Meh. Don't beat yourself up about it. These models are faker than your capability to seduce a woman. One chip on their fingernail and they go berserk. I'd be surprised if he lasts five days in this hellhole.
Cody, not sure whether to be offended or not simply nodded his head in agreement.
Chris coughed up and cleared his voice as he realized the cameras were still rolling and woke himself out of his daze. "Well! I'm sure many girls will die happily here! And Owen too!" Gwen looked at Owen who collapsed out of pure erotic joy from Justin before turning to glare at Chris who pulled his handgun and shot at the wooden boards, startling everybody.
"Okay! Is everybody good here? Because we have one last camper to introduce."
Justin went into the crowd as girls continued looking at him, but most of the campers looked at the final boat arriving to hear a sick cackling.
All of a sudden an orange-haired girl hopped out of the boat and landed feet first just in front of Chris who jumped back while holding his handgun, nearly accidentally shooting the dock again due to being startled.
Izzy's Total Drama Stereotype: The Crazy Girl
The orange-haired girl looked completely crazy, causing everybody, even Eva, to step back. She had messy orange hair and wore green all over, with a yellow-green skirt. She smiled deviously and waved at the campers.
"Hi!" Izzy screamed as Chris and the campers looked at the crazy girl in utter confusion.
"Holy shit! People are going to die and stuff! Isn't that, like, totally crazy?" Izzy began to smile excessively which weirded many people out.
Chris looked back at the psycho with confusion in his eyes. "Um, you know you're probably gonna die too, Izzy, right?"
Izzy simply shook her head back and forth. "Nuh-uh! Izzy's gonna rock this competition! Izzy's gonna kill twenty-three campers with her bare hands just like she did back on November 20, 1989!"
Heather rolled her eyes. "Great. Can somebody shut up that complete freak house."
Eva nodded. "You don't get to threaten me and not get a beatdown!" Eva raised her fists and started walking towards the Psycho Hose Beast.
Izzy glared at the crowd before making threats to Tyler, Geoff, and LeShawna who started smack back at her.
"Guys, hey! Let's all calm down!" Courtney tried talking, but her voice was lost in the crowd.
"Guys, she's right you know!" Noah yelled, but to no avail, as his scrawny body was accidentally knocked into the water by a clumsy Tyler who was trying to dodge attacks from Izzy.
Chris, getting worried about the violence growing out of control and causing a pre-competition death pulled out his handgun for what felt like the ninth time that day and shot it down into the water while yelling, "EVERYBODY! ZIP IT!" Which caused all the campers to go quiet.
"Okay look, before we begin, please line up on the dock! We need to get a group photo. So everybody, smile and look friendly!" Chris gleamed as he pulled out a camera and walked towards the opposite end of the dock.
After 5 minutes of pushing, shoving, and countless people falling off the dock into the water by either a clumsy Tyler, crazy Izzy, or a fat Owen. Everyone got into a seemingly good-looking position.
"Okay, everybody! Say 'Wawanakwa!'" Chris took the photo, where nobody was smiling, not even the optimistic Owen or party boy Geoff. Chris sighed and asked everybody to follow him to the campgrounds.
Chris passed the mess hall and went to the location seen at the start of the episode: a campfire, with a row of tree stumps on one side and an oil barrel containing marshmallow bags on the other.
Chris's expression turned into a grin as he spoke. "This is the elimination area! This is where the losing team will vote for one of your fellow campers to kick the bucket and exit the competition." Everyone looked disturbed by his phrasing but turned in high attention when he cleared his voice again.
"Now, what you've all been waiting for! The teams!" Everyone looked around nervously Katie and Sadie both looked at each other. Geoff looked at Bridgette, wanting to be on her team. Owen and many of the girls looked at Justin wanting to be on the model's team.
"So! For the first team! I will have… Owen, Noah, Gwen, Katie, Beth, Justin, Trent, LeShawna, Lindsay, Cody, and Heather go on the left side please!" The campers whose names were mentioned all frantically looked at one another, Katie in particular looked at Sadie whose face began cascading with tears. "No!" Katie wailed, "I have to be on a team with Sadie!" Katie began hugging the person nearest to her, Owen, for support who gladly accepted her hug.
Sadie looked back at Katie with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry Katie, we still can make it to the final two together! You hear that everyone! Watch your backs around Katie!"
Many of the Gophers rolled their eyes at what seemed to be the weakest and most annoying member of their team.
Chris rolled his eyes at the two besties and threw a green banner at Owen. "I dub thee… The Screaming Gophers!" The fat boy unrolled the banner to see the logo of the team- a circle containing a gopher who held up its fists in a fighting position.
"The rest of you… Tyler, Sadie, Duncan, Ezekiel, DJ, Courtney, Eva, Bridgette, Harold, Geoff, and Izzy." Chris stated the names of the rest of the competitors who walked to the right where Chris was gesturing towards. "I dub thee… The Killer Bass!"
Chris threw a red banner at a nervous Tyler who caught it, much to his surprise. As the clumsy jock unrolled it, the banner revealed the logo- a circle containing a red bass that had a look of determination in its eyes.
"Wicked!" Harold smiled at the seemingly cooler logo.
"So is everyone satisfied with their teams?" Chris looked at the campers as Sadie and Katie both raised their hands.
"Um, Chris?" Harold asked. "If I remember correctly, didn't you say there would be twenty-four campers? I only twenty-two of us."
Chris smiled at the camera. "Correct Harold! Two more competitors will be added at the merge. Out of all twenty-four of you, we decided it would be fun to introduce two of you in the middle of the competition to spice things up a bit!"
Many cries of outrage came from many of the competitors. "How is that fair? Why do they get to skip half the competition and get a higher chance to survive?" Courtney complained to the host.
"Because it's my show and my rules, and you can complain all you want for jack shit, okay?" Chris replied smugly to Courtney before turning to the camera.
Chris spoke to the camera with a glamorous smile. "Well folks, that's all for today! No deaths yet… yet… But! Who will be the first poor soul to go? Who will fight tooth and nail to make it to the end? And how will each of these campers perish? Find out next time on Total! Drama! Island!" The camera fades to black as the episode ends and cuts to static.
Screaming Gophers: Noah, Justin, Katie, Cody, Beth, Trent, Lindsay, LeShawna, Heather, Gwen, Owen
Killer Bass: Ezekiel, Eva, Izzy, Tyler, Sadie, Courtney, Harold, Bridgette, DJ, Geoff, Duncan
Execution Order: N/A
So what do you all think? This is my first story so I'd appreciate it heavily if you all review and give me tips or suggestions on how to be a better writer! Also, check out Despair Island by Knifez if you enjoy this so far. This story is heavily inspired by it and that story is already complete and ready for a reader to enjoy.
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