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WELCOME to the Total Drama x gender neutral Reader insert of mine. I've never actually uploaded any of the fanfictions that I've made, so this is all new to me; please be patient.

I would like to shortly go over some things that will help me make this more enjoyable for you.

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⇀ Reader/[name] goes by they/them/theirs! If I ever mess this up, please let me know.

⇀ Chris is 27 and the contestants are 18-19 in this story! I only changed the ages because I felt uncomfortable with some of the scenes featuring minors and Chris i.e. the "Not too shabby" comment and Gwen's belay incident.

⇀ This story is starting in TD Island, but will hopefully continue throughout the other seasons.

⇀ The times in-between chapters will vary, but will most likely be a long wait. My motivation is all over the place and the chapters do take a long time to write up to my standard.

⇀ This story may not follow along with the show scene for scene: mainly the eliminations.

⇀ At the end of every chapter, I will include a TLDR, or a Too Long, Didn't Read. I understand that my writing is long and descriptive and could get annoying to read for a prolonged amount of time. Or you need a recap of what happened after waiting for the newest chapter. Therefore, I will attempt to include this in every chapter!

⇀ This story is only published on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own. I was thinking about uploading this on AO3 only, but the ability to comment on each paragraph from Wattpad was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I love reading the silly comments! 

⇀ Please do me a favor and write a little about your favorite character and why you enjoy them so much! Either looks or personality, it will really help me with writing the characters and their appeal better (and will make them show up in the story more frequently). This is not mandatory (I'm a silent reader myself who doesn't really interact much besides votes/kudos/hearts), but it will immensely help with making your favorite characters get the proper spotlight they deserve!

⇀ I'm trying to make the characters have depth and character development to them. Instead of Chris being sadistic for no reason or Ezekiel being an insolent sexist, I'll give them some background and reasonings as to why this is. (Ezekiel is going to develop into a better character!)

⇀ I have seen the entirety of the series, however that was roughly five years ago and my memory span typically only lasts up to five days max. I am currently re-watching it and am on Season 2 (at the time this is published), so I may get some characteristics and thoughts of the characters wrong. Please forgive me.

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Now the fun stuff! Love interests. Who do you guys want to be love interests for you to woo? Please let me know so I can actually include scenes with them and not totally forget about them.

I already have a few in mind, but pretty much all of the characters are a go ahead. I just need input :)

Characters who have recently become a love interest will be shown at the bottom of the chapter:
i.e. ↣ Noah's heart has begrudgingly become yours. ↢
       ↣ Izzy is now crazy in love with you! ↢
       ↣ Cody finally noticed you! ↢

Note: The messages are different for each one and will only appear when they finally start developing some romantic feelings towards you. The symbols and the messages also properly reflects how they feel about you. Good luck. 

Please don't be afraid to comment or correct me! I really like interactions and it'll help me keep my focus on the story. If there's something that you don't like, please let me know.

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Here are some of the fanfictions that helped inspire and motivate me to write:

Second choice club by Narutoswitch357 !

Fresh Meat by electrikitten !

You only belong to me. by sodakitten94 !

Thank you! Have a wonderful day!

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"Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario," Chris McLean, a man in his early twenties, excitedly spoke to the camera. "I'm your host, Chris McLean. Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now!"

The camera cut to show the man walking across a rickety dock, "Here's the deal: twenty-three campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers.

"Every three days, one team will either win a reward, or watch one of their team member's walk down the dock of shame. Take a ride on the loser boat and leave Total Drama Island, for good."

Chris appeared in front of the stereotypical campfire pit, "Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow."

He snacks on a marshmallow, "In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle—black flies—grizzly bears—disgusting camp food—and each other.

"Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here right now on...

"Total.

"Drama.

"Island!"

As soon as the man behind the camera signaled, Chris let out a sigh. After three tries, he's finally finished with the introduction for the viewers. As much as he loves to be on the camera, he does enjoy his time to himself, thank you very much.

Walking away, an intern runs up to the man with a drink safely clutched in their hand which Chris grabs without a 'thank you' and speeds away to the camera tent. He'd thank the intern later, probably.

It was nice being on this island. No matter what he just said in his monologue for the viewers, it felt nice to finally be out of those stuffy rooms where people shove microphones in his face, desperately asking questions—not because they like him, but because he brings money.

The fresh, warm air of Canada felt nice compared to what he's had to go through the past few weeks. The producers were on his ass about the whole project, demanding this and that even though this is his project and idea. Show-biz is a pathetic business.

Chris huffs as he lands in one of those star seats, pulling up his laptop to go over the contestants one last time. He had to make sure he knew all of their names before this hellhole began. And besides, he wanted to know who he was going to torture for the next eight weeks or so.

He notices a slight quiver in his hand as he pulled up the next document. This is the man whose been in countless of popular movies and is a well-known star, so why is he shaking? He guesses that no matter how often he's in the center of attention, he won't be able to shake the nerves from his gut.

Taking a final sip from his drink, he turns to the intern closest to him and starts conversing with her. It's nearly time to start.

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"Welcome back to Total Drama Island!" Chris grins at the camera, the distant look in his eyes unable to be seen through the lens. "All right, it's time to meet our first eleven campers. We told them they'd all be staying at a five star resort, so if they seem a little T.O.ed, that's probably why."

A yacht comes and goes to leave behind a girl.

"Beth, what's up?" Chris drawls.

The girl leaves her luggage behind and sprints to the man, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into him, not noticing the uncomfortable look on his face, "It's so incredulous to meet you! Hah, wow. You're much shorter in real life."

Chris watches as Beth happily waves to the camera as if she didn't just insult him, "Uh, thanks. You can head on over there with your luggage while we introduce the rest of the players."

A burly man with two large duffel bags is the next to show up, "D.J.!"

"Yo, Chris McLean. How's it going?" D.J. happily high-fives the man in front of him, "Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?"

"Yo, dawg, this is it. Camp Wawanakwa." Chris's smile stays on his face as he sees the now disgruntled man storm off with his luggage, mumbling about the application being different.

It takes a while for the next yacht to pull up, but Chris is sure that the video will be edited accordingly, "Hey, Gwen."

"You mean we're staying here?"

"No, you're staying here. My crib is an airstream with A.C. that-a-way."

"I did not sign up for this."

His grin widens as he pulls out a behemoth stack of papers, "Actually, you did."

Gwen grips the papers and smugly rips the papers up in one try. Chris is actually impressed that the pasty girl managed to rip over ten pages of paper in one go, however he happily informs Gwen that she did nothing, "The great thing about lawyers is... they make lots of copies."

Gwen was properly confused. He has two sets of her legal documents on him at the moment? She turned around picking up her suitcases, "I am not staying here."

"Cool, I hope you can swim though, because your ride just left."

Gwen stared at the leaving yacht properly thinking over the situation she was in. She's stuck on this crummy island as a pale goth, she won't have access to A.C., she'll drown if she tries to swim back, the host has multiple sheets of her legal documents, and to make it all better: he lied about the five star hotel. Great.

Giving Chris the stink eye, she walks to the other campers who've been watching the situation awkwardly. Crossing her arms, she can't wait for this to be over.

Music slowly got louder as the blob they saw dancing on the hood of the yacht became a person. The generic party guy who's always too happy for his own good.

"Chris McLean! Sup, man," He goes in for a fist-bump. "It's an honor to meet you man."

"The Geoff-ster. Welcome to the island, man!"

"Thanks, man."

"The hell is their vocabulary," She turns towards D.J. "If they say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke."

Geoff walks over to the small group, luckily not hearing what the goth girl has said. He fist-bumps the larger man, slowly talking to him as if they knew each other since they were kids.

"Everybody, this is Lindsay," he gestures to the well suited woman as she stares rather blankly at him. "Not too shabby."

"Hi!~" She sings. "Okay, you looks so familiar!"

"I'm Chris McLean," He smiles until he realizes she still has a confused face. "The host of the show."

"Oh, that's where I know you from," She lies, acting as if she recalled it all of a sudden.

"Uh, yeah," Chris is now genuinely concerned for Lindsay. Does she suffer from amnesia or something?

An Asian noirette steps of the boat with reflective sunglasses on. She observes her competition so far: an empty looking blonde, weird goth girl, scared strong man (probably easy competition if he's scared), a himbo, and a shocked ugly girl. Taking her glasses off, she observes the place, hunching over and marches past Chris without so much of a thought to properly greet the man.

"Heather," Chris drawls, already knowing what role this girl will be playing in the show. Perfect for ratings, his producers chose wisely.

Beth greets the girl, ignoring her revolted expression, "Hi! Looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks."

Heather absolutely cringes away from the girl, a mix of horror and distaste on her face as the spit falls on her face. Heather bites her tongue, not allowing her thoughts about this pest to go out into the air.

Hard rock and roll disrupts the one-sided meeting. A punk with green hair is already snarling at the sight of the island.

"Duncan, dude."

"I don't like surprises," Approaching the older man, he holds out a fist.

"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that, man," his finger guns go into a crossed position as he smugly indirectly threatens the male. "He also told me to give him a holler any time and have you returned to juvie."

Sniffing lamely, he forgets his threat, "Okay, then."

"Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous," he lowers his voice towards Heather as he walks by, his monobrow attempting to give a smolder to the queen.

"Drop dead, you skeez," Heather doesn't even look up from her nails as he walks past her. Slouched over, she continues her original mission of going to the end of the dock to call her parents. "You cannot make me stay here!"

Chris just smugly pulls out the documents once again, meeting his gaze with an angry Gwen.

"Ladies and gentleman, Tyler!" A man in a red tracksuit is seen on water-skis, but as soon as he lifts his hand to wave, the momentum causes him to fall and roll across the water, soon hitting the tire at the end of the dock and launching in the air.

He crash lands into the pile of suitcases as the campers around him 'ooo' in pain. A stray suitcase that looks strikingly like Heather's, gets sent up into the air before landing in the water and spraying Heather with water, successfully water clogging her phone.

Yet, instead of worrying over her phone, she screams, "Ugh, my shoes!"

Happy with the premature karma Heather got, Chris shouts to Tyler, "Wicked wipeout, man!"

Tyler pushes his hand out of the pile to show a thumbs up at the group still looking at him. The boys all look happy at this, but Gwen remains indifferent.

Chris is interrupted with his chuckles as someone slowly exhales right next to him, "Welcome to camp, Harold."

Chris got no response other than Harold looking around the place, trying to find something.

"What's he looking at?" Beth questions D.J. to which he shrugs.

"So you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?"

"You got it!"

Harold pumps his fist, "Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills."

Chris over-exaggerates a cringe for the camera, then miscounts the number of campers who have arrived like the idiot he is, "Contestant number nine is Trent."

Trent carries a large hiking backpack with a guitar case in his other hand, "Hey, good to meet you, man. I saw you on that figure-skating show. Nice work."

They fist-bump and Chris gives a rather bright smile, "Hey, thanks, man. I knew I rocked that show!"

"Oh my god, not again," Gwen groans under her breath at the usage of 'man.'

"I saw that," the camera focuses on Beth. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head, so they got immunity that week."

"Lucky! I hope I get dropped on my head," Harold says, unaware that he might've already been dropped on his head.

The other one with a concerningly empty head exclaimed her agreements.

"So, this is it?" Trent finally takes a good look around at the fellow campers to see the Asian wringing her hair out and a ginger male who currently had his finger up his nose. "Alrighty then."

Trent and Gwen have a little moment where one shows interest and the other turns away stubbornly, but once the first one stops looking at them the second shows their interest back. Teenagers, man. And adults, I guess. Man, romance sure is something, huh?

A good looking blonde with a surfboard arrives next, "Hey, what's up?"

"All right. Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here," Chris introduces her.

Duncan scoffs at her, "Nice board. This ain't Malibu, Honey."

"I thought we were going to be on a beach."

Chris pipes up with evident joy, "We are!"

She sighs, "Great."

"All right, that makes," Chris is interrupted with a surfboard to his nose. "Ow! Damn it, that hurt!"

Ignoring Chris's remark, she greets the fellas there. Geoff happily greets her, already liking what he sees, "Hey! I'm Geoff."

He moves to the other side of her to get her undivided attention, causing her to turn around and consequently swing her surfboard at the heads of the guys. Harold is quick to tell her off, only for Beth to call her attention the other way, again.

Heather interrupts, "Okay, we've all met surfer girl. Can we get on with the show, please?"

"Someone missed their double cappuccino macchiato this morning," Duncan snarks, which Harold finds funny.

"Get bent," Heather is frustrated.

An Indian boy is dropped off next as Chris tries to get over getting hit from the surfboard, "Our... next camper is Noah."

Said camper walks up with only one suitcase, "You got my memo about my life-threatening allergies?"

Chris responds with his normal host voice, but does manage to look off screen to see if anyone can confirm that they got the memo, "I'm sure someone did!"

The unperturbed Noah walks down the dock whilst talking to Chris, "Good. Is there where we're staying?"

Duncan cracks his knuckles with a huge grin on his face, "No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party."

Noah rolls his eyes, already used to guys like this from high school. He knows what they want, but he really couldn't care less about the guy. The man throws down, "Cute. Nice piercings. Original, do them yourself?"

"Yeah," Duncan snatches Noah's lower lip with a scaring amount of accuracy, "You want one?"

He scoffs at the audacity of the man. Duncan is holding a needle and is more than ready to just stick it through his lip, and he doubts the producers would do anything to stop it. Meanwhile, Chris is looking off camera and mouthing at the people behind it.

When he receives a nod, he sighs out in relief. Someone did get Noah's memo and as much as he likes to portray his sadistic side, he does care somewhat about the safety of the campers. Somewhat.

"No thanks. Can I have my lip back, please?" Noah replies, not concerned and not really asking. It's more of a rhetorical question which is rather funny for the situation he's in. "Thanks."

A larger and curvy African American quickly calls attention to herself, "What's up, y'all? Leshawna's in the house!"

Harold quickly gapes at the woman. He's never seen anyone as stunning as the woman in front of him. From her curves to her outgoing attitude, she's perfect for a skinny nerd like him.

"Yo, baby, hey, how you doing? How's it going?" She high fives Chris, who is for once genuinely smiling at the newer contestant. "Feel free to quit now and save yourselves the trouble, 'cause I came to win."

Spotting D.J., a Jamaican male, she exclaims with another high five to follow, "Oh, what's up, my brother? Give me some sugar, baby!"

Harold finally decides to stop staring at the affectionate woman and goes up to her, blatantly staring, "I've never seen a girl like you in real life before."

Seemingly amused, Leshawna faces him with a raised eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Throwing his hands around, Harold says the wrong thing to his budding crush, "You're real big. And loud."

"What did you say to me?? Oh, no, you didn't. You have not seen anything, yet. I'll show you big, baby."

Bridgette and D.J., a very strong male who clearly works out, struggle to hold back the lunging Leshawna from throwing down with a ginger who is currently making foolish karate poses.

"Oh, yeah, you want some of this? Well, come on, then!"

No longer amused, Chris quickly steps in to stop the fight from continuing any further. Everyone calms down at his interruption, the background campers seeming no longer on edge. Leshawna fixes her shirt and thanks D.J. for not letting her attack the scrawny boy. Harold smiles at her sheepishly, still fascinated.

"Alright, alright, moving on! Here comes the fourteenth camper, [name]!"

You jump down from the boat with a surprising amount of grace for someone in a lab coat. You reach back to grab your luggage and the other contestants get a good look at you. You were attractive, not drop-dead, stop and stare attractive, but attractive in that simple way. Like the appeal of the trees all colorful right before the leaves fell. The more they looked, the more endearing you appeared.

"Hey-o," You greet Chris with a lazy smirk. "So, no hotel then?"

"Correcto-mundo my dear friend! You have a good boat ride?"

You shrug and look over at the campers, noticing some had already lost interest in you. You set your luggage down in the pile, noting the differences between each person. Some seemed absolutely disgruntled at their circumstances while the others were somewhat content. Quite a few of the contestants here seemed like serious competition already.

You walk away from the horde and sit down at the edge of the dock, your feet kicking over the edge. As you wait for the next person to arrive from their yacht, you feel someone sit down near you.

You both exchanged glances at each other, your eyes locking for a few seconds in a weird stare. You look him up and down, taking in his three different shirts and cargo shorts with a book clutched on his lap. He does the same, and then you promptly ignore each other.

After that interesting introduction, another yacht rolled by. Two girls that looked very different from each other asides from the clothing and hair style stood there taking in the view of the trashy campsite.

"Ladies! Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks. What do you think?"

"Oh, my gosh," The girls barely looked around, but they got the idea from that short look. "Sadie, look. It's a summer camp."

"Okay, I always wanted to go to a summer camp," Katie nodded as Sadie let our a high-pitched "Eee!"

Chris stared after the two friends as they grabbed their pink luggage and galloped over to the other contestants, talking excitedly amongst each other.

Another camper showed up, a man with a patchy beard and a beanie. Chris greeted him, "Ezekiel! What's up, man?"

The poor man took his words literally as he spotted a bird.

Meanwhile, the two friends who had just arrived took notice of two bodies sitting on the edge of the dock, one with a particularly weirder fashion style.

"Oh my gosh! I love your coat!" The taller girl instantly complimented you as soon as she saw it.

"Okay, I was going to say the exact same thing! I've never seen someone wear a lab coat and not look totally dorky! You actually look good!"

Noah stopped reading his book to look at the two girls who were now talking your ear off about your weird fashion sense as you seemed rather perturbed about the whole situation. He had to admit, it was an odd thing to wear a lab coat to what was supposed to be a five star resort, but he's wearing three shirts currently, so he can't say much.

Katie and Sadie then sprawled into a conversation with you about clothing and you just nodded along, acting like you understood what they were saying. It was odd to be approached by two energetic similar-dressing girls, but here you were.

Trent couldn't help but to laugh at Ezekiel as Chris sympathetically tried to talk to him, who kept a carefree smile on. "Okay, look, dude. I know you don't get out much. Been homeschooled your whole life, raised by freaky prairie people, just don't say much and try not to get kicked off too early, okay?"

His smile went away as he dutifully responded, "Yes, sir."

The book-worm next to you mumbled an apathetic, "Yikes," which you couldn't agree more too.

Ezekiel seemed like a lost cause in your opinion. You highly doubted that he can think for himself if he was isolated by "freaky prairie people" his whole life.

"That's just... wow." It seemed the other contestants agreed with you. Ezekiel stood next to a guy in a red track-suit where he secretly tried to fix his underpants.

The next yacht drove off leaving behind a scrawny nerd.

"Cody. The Code-ster. The Code-meister," the two exchanged finger guns like idiots before Cody left with a high-five. He marched his way across the dock with a certain false swagger around him.

"Dude, psyched to be here, man. I see the ladies have already arrived. All right," he passed by Bridgette, who seemed worried over something, Lindsay, who looked all of a sudden high, and Leshawna. Cody turned back around to speak to Leshawna, but she quickly cut him off with a "save it, short stuff," and a wink.

And save it he did. He walked on past to join the horde of people who were slowly getting impatient. He looked around at the competition, trying to calculate who seemed like the toughest.

Instantly, a goth girl caught his attention. She seemed annoyed, but boy did she look good. Her hair shined in the sun, even with the darker tones. Talk about an outfit too, damn. How does someone so annoyed look so good? Look at those boots! Damn, Mama, go ahead and step on him—

Disengaging simp mode.

His eyes went over the rest of the competition when he felt like he was staring for too long, although it had only been three seconds. There were two nerds, a jock, a punk, the goth girl, two surfer looking dudes, two hot ladies, a big guy, a guy picking his nose, possibly two twins, a friendly looking girl, a cool guy, a bookworm, and somebody in a lab coat...?

Why was someone wearing a lab coat in summer? They were just looking out at the ocean, not paying attention to him or any of the other young adults around them. They had a sort of serene look about them; more like a sailor out at sea on their trusty boat, but it was a scientist stuck on a crappy dock.

You weren't even doing anything, not talking to the boy next to you or the girls behind you who started talking avidly amongst themselves. You seemed content, peaceful.

A loud stomp pulled him out of his thoughts as the camera and host were now focusing on the newest contestant.

Chris' smile widened at the sight of her and the campers' reactions, "Eva? Nice. Glad you could make it, heh."

Sadie and Katie watched her nervously as Cody lifted his hand out for a high-five. Instead, Eva dropped her heavy bag down on the poor nerds foot. Katie and Sadie gasped as Harold cringed at the sight. Duncan's smile only got larger.

You just took note of the situation, the clearly well-built woman didn't seem to mind coming across impolite so it was clear that she had a lot of confidence in herself. She didn't even seem apologetic for hurting the weak boy's foot.

The weak boy, Cody as he was introduced, reminded you of your friend from back home. They were both dorky looking and somewhat weak. It'd be kind of funny to see the two interact.

Hopping up and down while clutching his foot, Cody whined, "Ow! What's in there, dumbbells?"

Lifting an eyebrow, the girl responded a little amused, "Yes."

"She's all yours, man," Duncan whispered to the tall man next to him. He frowned.

"I think I'll pass, thanks."

Chris smiled at the scene that Eva was unknowingly creating. This would certainly help with the ratings, maybe then the producers will get off his back—

"WOO-HOO!"

"Chris, what's happening?" Owen continued to scream, not noticing Chris checking his ears to see if there was any blood coming from them.

Owen laughed with joy, "This is awesome! Woo-hoo!"

"Owen! Welcome!" Chris pointed at him with both fingers. Although this boy was loud and would most likely cause some hearing problems, he enjoyed the rare enthusiasm the boy brought with him.

"Awesome to be here, man," He quite literally picked the older man up and squeezed until he heard his back pop. "Yeah! Man, this is just so..."

Gwen filled in for the man as he tried to think of an adjective, "Awesome?"

"Yes, awesome! Woo!~ Are you going to be on my team?" Owen asks excitedly.

Gwen suddenly turns sarcastic, spinning her finger in the air, "Oh, I sure hope so."

"Woo!~"

"You about finished?" Chris questions, his brief joy quickly turned into annoyance. He doesn't really enjoy being held up by a larger man against his will; he can taste his spleen. Finally, he sets Chris down, apologizing and explaining his excitement.

You couldn't help but to smile at this. He seemed like an interesting boy and fairly innocent. He would make for a good friend for you, someone who might want to hang out with you. You waved at him and he excitedly returned it.

"Cool. And here comes Courtney."

A polite looking South Asian woman waves politely at the camera. Chris helps her down, boosting her posh demeanor. She quickly thanks Chris before walking over the the line of the other contestants, "Hi! You must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all."

You snort idly, catching the attention of the boy next to you. "What?"

"Oh, I just think it's a little funny to see her here." The boy raised an eyebrow at you, prompting you to continue your explanation. "Well, clearly she's a very polite woman who's in a competition for a lot of money. Besides, the host lied about where we're staying, so I can only assume the challenges aren't going to be as fun as the paper said they were. Can you imagine her doing that?"

Noah took in the sight of your cheeky grin, but couldn't argue with your reasoning. The lab coat clearly wasn't just for show, you actually had somewhat of a brain to back it up.

Meanwhile, Owen has grabbed Courtney's hand while shaking it enthusiastically, "How's it going? I'm Owen! It's really nice to meet you, friend!"

"Nice to meet you too, Oww-wwow," she trails off as she sees the newest competitor.

Chris debates on which soundtrack should be played in the background as the second to last competitor comes into view.

There's a vast difference in expressions from the group. Trent looks somewhat excited about the new guy, Leshawna is already fanning herself, and D.J. looks terribly confused.

Duncan is surprised by the sight of a man like him here, Beth is beyond happy, Noah unconsciously smirks at the man, and Owen has sparkles in his eyes. Literally.

Sadie grips the back of your coat as she continues to stare at him, shaking you slightly. Meanwhile, you take in the sight for yourself. The Hawaiian male's hair flows in the wind successfully drawing the attention to his eyes, down to his soft smile, and unfortunately down to his abs that show through the thin shirt.

You couldn't deny that the man had a certain charm about him. He was, unfortunately, handsome.

He's the definition of perfect which is not good for this competition. Not only does he have the girls staring at him lovestruck, he also has a vast majority of the males. That man is trouble, especially with how many people are entranced by him.

Sadie faints from behind you while Katie bites her lip at the sight of his body. Eva, the scariest and most deadly person on this island, makes a lovesick face at him. Oh, dear.

"This," Chris smiles smugly at the contestants, "is Justin. Welcome to Total Drama Island."

They fist bump each other, keeping their hands touching for an odd amount of time. "Thanks, Chris. This is great."

Chris wanted to cringe at his next statement, having heard these words a few times too much, "Just so you know, we picked you entirely on you looks."

"I can deal with that."

You nudge Noah in the side, jolting him out of his thoughts. "You're drooling a little there, bud."

He frantically wipes his mouth while you let out a chuckle, "Joking. You don't look like the type for romance in a competition."

His face is slowly heating up as he snarks out, "I'm allowed to admire some eye-candy, am I not?"

Owen manages to make an absolute fool out of himself whilst attempting to compliment Justin, which is a mood. At least he didn't make a fool out of himself by blatantly staring at the man with his mouth open and a dreamy look on his face like some of his competitors. Nonetheless, he slaps himself for being stupid.

Chris draws some of their attention away from Justin at the announcement of the final contestant being here, Izzy.

She waves her hand ecstatically, "Hi, Chris. Hi! Hi! Ow!—" She trips on her way off the boat and manages to totally bonk her head off the deck, falling into the water. That's no good.

"Ooh, that was bad," Tyler laughs out at the sight. At least he's not the only one who made a fool of himself.

"You mean, kinda like yours?" Noah replies, not even looking over his shoulder. You turn and look at the male to see him embarrassed, but in good spirits. You liked the idea of him crashing a little more than seeing Izzy just zonk her head on the dock. You were a little worried after-all, she could be drowning.

Courtney reprimands the group of nearly young adults as she sprints to the edge where Izzy fell, "Guys, she could be seriously hurt!"

Courtney somehow manages to pull up a waterlogged girl in one try, which you have to admit was impressive. However, seeing her grossed out look as Izzy shook the water out like a dog made it less impressive.

"That felt, so," Izzy pauses, "Good!" She stands and starts excitedly talking like nothing happened. "Except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? That is so cool. Do you have paper-mache here? Are we having lunch soon?"

Chris feels a headache coming on as Owen joins in by yelling, "That is a good call!"

"Alright, alright! First things first. We need a group photo for the promos. Everyone on the end of the dock."

"Well, this should be fun," you deadpanned face really sold the whole 'excited to be here' look you were going for. Geoff snorted at that and patted your shoulder harshly, "Come on, dude! I'm sure it'll only get better."

You raised your eyebrows at the oddly optimistic male before shrugging and introducing yourself. "Oh, I totally know, but I'm Geoff. Nice to make your acquaintance, amigo."

You don't pay attention to Chris as he's talking and having trouble with the camera as you take in the view of the fellow contestants. You stood in front of Owen, behind the best friends, almost in the middle of them. Noah allowed himself to be grabbed by the chubby male and was just hanging there limply. Eva has one hand on Justin's shoulder with a stone cold look on her face and Geoff was in the back, towards the right. Courtney and Izzy are sitting on the outsides of the surfer girl and Cody is at the end of the dock with his hands up in peace signs. You don't know anyone else.

"Got it! Okay!" Chris' smile is starting to widen. "Everyone say, 'Wawanakwa!'"

"Wawanakwa—aah!"

The dock broke from underneath you, causing the group to fall in the water. Even though Chris wasn't able to get the picture of the whole group on the dock, at least he got loads of pictures of the teens in the water.

"Okay, guys, dry off and meet at the campfire pit in 10."

That... That was not fun. You resurface to see some of the contestants struggling with their waterlogged clothing dragging them down. A blonde in blue clothing easily makes it back to shore, helping a brown haired girl back.

"Woah!" You see an African American woman struggling to stay above the water and decide to show mercy on her. You grab her hand and that's all she needs to know before she practically clambers on your back. You're lucky your in the water, otherwise this would be a lot harder. Hey, you're a scientist, not a bodybuilder.

"Thanks, sugar. You think you can just bring me back to shore?" You nod and start making your way back, but you get stopped before going over there. Another blonde woman shows up, but this one just wraps her hands around your neck as you attempt to hold her bridal style.

"Wow, you're comfier than I thought, [not your name]!"

You are rightfully bewildered by this. You take on the role of a boat as you carry the two woman to the shoreline. As you slowly make it closer, Leshawna gets a proper look at you. Your no model, but you were strangely nice to look at like an art piece that was done by a high schooler, but a somewhat talented high schooler.

"Their name is [name], hon," Leshawna explains to the slower girl, knowing she'd have to be patient with her. As they get closer to the shore, Leshawna hops off of you, thanking you. She would've been able to get out of there once she got her bearings, but it was oddly nice to be looked after.

Lindsay, however, stays in your arms as you properly hold her bridal style. You're starting to get uncomfortable so you make your way over to dry land faster. Once your standing on dry land, you lower your left arms to drop her feet to the ground. She lets go of you before turning around to smile at you.

"Wowie, thanks, [almost your name]!" You merely nodded at her before your attention was stolen by the African American you helped.

"Yeah, means a lot, [name]. I'm Leshawna, by the way. You may have helped me, but you're not gonna beat me!" She says in good spirits. You let out a soft smile against your wishes at the small declaration, but you suppose it's not that big of a deal. It was nice to see.

Chris suddenly drives by on a four wheeler, "We got some towels, so dry off quick. The campfire is over there—" he points beyond of hill. "—just try not to take too long. We'll go over teams and cabins."

Everyone goes up to grab towels, some begrudgingly thanking the host for the towels. You grab your own towel, before realizing there was a man still wading through the water. You grab the extra one and make your way over towards him. The ginger looks up as he hears your footsteps.

"I could've gotten out sooner, you know. I just wanted to make sure all the ladies got out."

You roll your eyes as you throw the towel at him, "A ladies' man, are we?" You walk back to the group before he can respond, wringing your lab coat out. Is it worth it to wear the lab coat? Yes, one hundred percent.

Chris revved the four wheeler up, "Don't forget to bring your suitcases, otherwise it'll make itself home in the lost and found, haha!" He drove off just like that.

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"This is camp Wawanakwa," Chris states to the twenty-three campers sitting or standing there bored, "your home for the next eight weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. Ya dig?"

Courtney looks hopefully at Geoff and Noah whereas Duncan is silently threatening the nerd next to him for even thinking of getting to know him. You, on the other hand, give the host a lazy smile. You doubt you'll be making any friends, but at least your not stuck in your house.

Friends. You've only had one friend your whole life, although you're practically siblings at this point. You have a sort of love-hate relationship. He loves you, and you hate idiots. It might be nice to make a new friend, but no one would want to make a friend in a competition, right?

"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win one hundred thousand dollars!" The group of young adults start eyeing each other up at the mention of such a large sum of money. Yeah, no friends were being made here.

"Excuse me." You nearly laugh at the sight of a punk using their manners. "What will the sleeping arrangements be because I'd like to request a bunk under her?"

The mentioned woman was rightfully startled, "They're not coed, are they?"

"No," Chris drawls, slightly happy at the fact that the group is asking important questions. "Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other."

"Excuse me, Kyle?" A gorgeous woman raises her hand, sending a smile at the host. "Can I have a cabin with a lake view since I'm the prettiest?"

Chris sends an annoyed look at the woman, "Okay, you might be, but that's not really how it works here. And, it's Chris. C-H-R-I-S."

Chris' eyes scans the group of young adults, pausing at the sight of one. He lets out a frustrated sigh as he hears the other young adults continue on with their dramatics. The producers were worried that this show wouldn't do well because the contestants wouldn't be theatrical.

That's why Chris was forced to be sadistic and the challenges were more than dangerous. They went through a lot of interns and stunt-doubles to make sure it was safe. He felt like it was a waste with how they are acting so far. He was going to have a headache everyday for the next eight weeks it seemed like.

Sadie and Katie, the two best friends who have taken an interest in you and your obscure sense of fashion, complained about the change. Their worry clear on their face about the possibility of being separated from each other. Maybe you were glad you weren't so close with your one friend.

Your grin widened as you saw Owen, the chubby ball of energy, grab hold of a boy and a girl. The girl was an admittingly attractive alt while the boy was the one who wiped out earlier. They both appeared startled at the sudden chokehold. "Aw, come on, guys. It'll be fun! It's like a big sleepover."

The two victims whispered something that you didn't care to catch. Instead, your eyes made contact with a certain cowboy hatted blond. Geoff smiled as he caught your eyes, happily sending you a thumbs up.

Your sudden chuckle caught Leshawna's attention and she elbowed you playfully, "Now don't be falling for him already, sweetheart."

"Huh?"

"Here's the deal," Chris spoke with an edge. "We're gonna split you into two teams. If I call your name out, go stand over there. Gwen," The alt girl who was caught in a chokehold stood up and started walking to the designated area.

"Trent, Heather. Cody. Lindsay," The beautiful, but admittingly empty-headed blonde smiled at her name. You finally caught her name, which you were happy at.

"Beth. Katie, Owen." The taller of the friends stood up, followed by the friendly, blond. "Leshawna, Justin, and Noah."

You tucked Noah's name into your head as you realized you never did get his name back on the dock. Leshawna left with a shoulder pat and a quick, "good luck, baby."

"From this moment on, you are officially known as," Chris throws a green flag at Owen. It unravels to show a gopher with what looked like human fists, "the Screaming Gophers!"

Geoff smiles at the realization that you'll be on the same team. "The rest of you, over here. Geoff. Bridgette, D.J. Tyler. Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan. Eva and Harold."

You take notes of their names before realizing a rather important fact: your name was not called.

"Move, move, move, move!"

You hear Sadie and Katie's conversation about not being on the same team, but you're more focused on your current issue. Chris did not call out your name meaning you weren't a part of any of the teams. Were you not supposed to be here? If that was true, how did Chris know your name?

"The Killer Bass!"

You scratch your head. Well clearly, there's something your missing here. There are twenty-three campers, so it's an odd number. Maybe you'll be added to a team afterwards, but that'd be somewhat unfair, wouldn't it?

"All right, campers. You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition. You'll also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries anytime you want. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking, or just get something off your chest."

"All right, any questions?"

"Yeah, what about them?" Geoff speaks up before Chris can go any further. You send him a thankful smile.

"Oh, yeah! I guess you should know where you're going, huh [name]?" He laughs softly. "As you can tell, we have an odd number of contestants, so it wouldn't be fair for you to join a team and make it uneven."

You shrug, "Makes sense."

"[name], you are the Wild Card. You're pretty much my pawn to move around whenever I see fit," His suave smile never falters.

Geoff let out a confused sound, "So wait, that means..?"

"Yep! They can and will be on both of your teams, depending on my mood. I'm, personally, very excited to see how this ends up. Now, let's find your cabins!"

The group heads off to what you assume are the cabins' locations. Sadie and Katie awkwardly hug each other as they walk, small sniffles coming from their direction. Meanwhile, you find yourself walking alongside one of the most romantic players in the show. That's correct, right next to you is a ginger haired boy.

Harold, although you don't know that just yet.

"Are you a real scientist or do you just like cosplaying like Doc Brown?" His finger is raised up in an 'ah-ha' moment.

"Are you really a ladies' man or do you say that to impress others and convince yourself?" Your half joke goes over the dweeb's head.

"I really am, I know all the ways to woo a lady," His smile becomes proud, resting his hands on his hips like he was trying to flaunt something.

"Interesting. Do you have any tips?" 

He pats your back with a solemn look about his face, "I do."

"Care to share?"

He looked you over, "I will do my best, dear comrade."

You and Harold finish your conversation as you come closer to the cabins. Somehow, the man did have some good tips that you'll have to put in action sooner or later. It's rather odd how someone like him knows all of this, but you don't think on it too much.

"Gophers, you're in the east cabin. Bass, you're in the west." The group of campers shuffled off to their respected cabins while you walked up to Chris. He smiled as you approached, "Now, this may seem rather odd, but we do have a place for you as well."

You raised your brow at his weird wording, but followed after him nonetheless. He led you in between the two cabins where a small tent laid, "It's definitely no cabin, but this is what we managed to get for you. As much as I wanted to, we just don't have it in the budget to build you a small shed."

You threw your luggage next to the yellow tent, "Ain't too bad. I've slept in worse before, anyway. So long as I don't get mauled by a bear, I'm all good."

He seemed relieved at that, but his cocky demeanor came back quickly. He patted your shoulder as he walked off to the front of the cabins. You followed after him with your hands in your pocket, playing around with a loose item in there.

You saw a dork kneeling in front of a pile of disgruntled grass with some of the grass sticking out of his mouth like a cow. You let out a hearty chuckle as he turned to look at you, red slowly blooming across his face. This is not what his first impression was supposed to look like.

"How's it tasting, cow?" He went to say something, but promptly forgot about the grass in his mouth and nearly choked. This caused you to laugh again as you patted his back. He was still picking the grass out of his mouth when a loud wail disturbed you.

"Aw, d—no! Aw, come on!" Lindsay's whining got the attention of not only you and the cow, but also the Gopher boys.

"I'm glad we're in our own cabin with just guys. You know what I mean?" Owen giggled, but the looks from the two boys caused him to quickly backtrack and try saving his ass. He only made his case worse as the boys headed back into the cabin.

You chuckled at his misfortune as you helped the cow up, "All right, cow. Go help your teammates out, yeah?"

Cody had an odd look on his face before he saluted and marched off. That earned another chuckle from you.

"Excuse me, Chris?" Geoff quickly got the attention of Chris. "Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?"

"You're all seventeen to eighteen years old, as old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself, you'll be unsupervised. You've got a half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge, starting now."

"Nice!" Geoff sent you a thumbs up, his face showing a childish glee.

A shrill scream quickly broke the smile off of both of your faces. You sprinted to the Gopher's girl cabin and peeked through the doorway with seven others.

"Oh, man, that white girl can scream."

Lindsay stood on a small footstool, staring down a creature on the ground, "What is it? Kill it, kill it!"

The creature—it's a cockroach—skitters away from the screaming blonde and towards the doorway only to be stopped by another yell. An unmanly scream came from D.J. who jumped onto the nearest bed, promptly breaking it. Lindsay scampered to the larger male and hide behind him, still screaming.

Two brave folks attempted to smash it underfoot while the rest clambered to the top of the bunk beds, disregarding the door. You sighed.

Lindsay stayed behind D.J.'s back, tears pricking her eyes now. The sight of such an ugly creature was burned into her retinas and her breath started to pick up a notch at the thought of it approaching her. Her attention was soon stolen from the bug to your calm face in front of her scarred eyes, "I think they've got the bug situation handled."

She was confused at suddenly being picked up, but continued to look behind your back to see if the bug was close to you. However, the bug wouldn't be in her sights again as they passed Duncan who entered the cabin with a sharp axe and headed towards the porch stairs.

She looked at you only to see a soft, patient smile directed towards her. You brought out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes gently. "All better now, yes?"

She took in your appearance. It was odd. You were odd. You stayed calm even though that horrible creature could have crawled up your legs and ate you! But you protected her, you cared for her state of well-being more than your own.

Were you an angel?

Just then, a man in a red jump-suit walked up to the two of you. He smiled sweetly with pseudo confidence, "If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, okay? 'Cause, you know, I could do that, too."

He reached out and held her hand and yours with such a gentle touch that it made Lindsay smile brightly. He was a cute man, although his fashion sense could use some work. She liked how he looked at her and held her hand. They were surprisingly soft. You felt oddly warm inside from a simple touch.

You stood up as the two giggled at each other. The soft moment was broken by the punk who still held onto the axe, "They always go for the jocks."

"Oh, do they?"

"Listen up!"

"I serve it three times a day, and you'll eat it three times a day! Grab your tray, get your food, and sit your butts down now!" The burly man all but yelled at the twenty-three teens who looked very eager to eat their food.

You observed as two rather nerdy looking teens asked about the nutritional values to the slop they were just handed only to cringe as you saw the man's eyes twitch and his fists tighten.

"You'll get a lot of SHUT the hell up!" He snapped. He broke. He done yelled, causing the two teens to scurry off to the farthest table from him.

"Have a cow," the large chubby boy joked with the scrawny Indian only to immediately regret even speaking as Chef proved to have heard him.

"What was that? Come closer, fat boy. I didn't hear you."

"Uh, I didn't really say anything important," Owen's voice cracked at the sheer intensity this man was producing.

"I'm sure you didn't! You, scrawny kid," he spoke to the hesitant Noah who stared down at his food. "Give me your plate."

Chef attempted to give the male more of the slop, only for it to shlorp back up in his spoon. He threw the spoon back at the plate, successfully dislodging the supernatural food.

He observed your nonchalant smile as you walked up to the window, "You got a problem with the food, kiddie?"

You ignored his threatening tone as you grabbed the tray with your smile staying, "Nope!"

You decided to sit yourself at the Screaming Gopher's table right next to Cody. Instead of digging into the food, you instead started poking and prodding it. Cody and the other man sitting next to you look at you oddly. You couldn't help but to try to figure out what could possibly be in this food that made it move.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to play with your food?" Noah's voice broke your attention from the amalgamation called food.

"Creative, how long did it take you to come up with that one?" He looked rather amused.

"Around two seconds, Einstein. You never heard of that expression before?"

"I bet you like your steak well done." He opened his mouth to reply, only to stop short. Huh? What kind of reply is that? How is he supposed to respond to that, can he even respond to that? His next words get stuck in his throat when you look at him like that—a smug bastard.

"Welcome to the main lodge."

"Yo, my man," Chris looked towards Geoff. "Can we order a pizza?"

A cleaver shot through the air and landed to the left of Chris. It had shot in between you and the boy on your right, nearly nicking your ear.

"Woah! It's cool, G. Brown slop is cool!" Chef held up a knife larger than his head and practically growled at Geoff. You don't insult the food in front of the chef, this is grade level stuff. "Right, guys?"

Luckily for Geoff, everyone nodded in fear. Cody shrunk under the table. You on the other hand, just grabbed a juice pouch from your coat, drinking it somberly. Cody grabbed your hand and pulled you under the table, peeking over it to see if the scary man still held the knife. He did.

"Your first challenge begins in one hour," Chris left just like his smile. Although that was an interesting sight to see, especially his friend throwing a knife, it was rather scary to think that someone could've gotten hurt. Like that'll ever happen though.

You sat down on the ground looking over at the camera. Taking a long sip of juice, you say without emotion, "What the fuck, bruv."

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⊰⊱TLDR > Too Long, Didn't Read⊰⊱

We start the scene of with Chris McLean introducing us to the new show! However, behind the scenes, we get a closer look at what Chris really goes through during the show-biz.

After a brief pause, we get to see the first thirteen contestants show up to the Island, none too pleased. The fourteenth contestant is the lovely [name] (hint: that's you!), who manages to catch a few eyes. You, however, just sit down on the dock edge where a sarcastic know-it-all joins you.

Katie and Sadie, two really close friends, see an odd person wearing a lab coat sitting on the edge of the dock and can't help themselves but to compliment you instantly in a sort of backhanded manner. You are startled at this, someone is paying you attention?

Then the Code-meister shows up all swaggery, ready to make some romance start up. He's quickly shut down by Leshawna, but his eyes are caught on a goth woman who seems like she wants to murder everyone! Hopefully, she doesn't actually do that. He also sees the person with the outlandish fashion sense (hint: it's you again!) and finds a small interest in you.

Noah gives a good burn to Tyler and then we're all at the end of the dock for a promo photo! Sadie and Katie are more than happy to let you somewhat be in the middle of them and then the whole dock falls. Funny.

You come back up for air like a normal person and save Leshawna and Lindsay from drowning! Lindsay can't seem to nail your name down, but that's alright. Chris is nicer off of camera and drops off some towels, which you throw one at a ginger nerd who is struggling out of the water. Fun.

You sit next to Leshawna at the campfire where she gets the wrong idea between an overly-excited himbo named Geoff and you. It's kind of funny, but oh well.

SUPER FUN: you don't have a team. Chris explains that you're his pawn that he can fuck around with so that's pretty cool, you guess. Also super fun! You don't get to sleep in a cabin. You're staying in a tent in between the two teams.

Your dense white friend manages to scream her head off at the sight of a cockroach and you steal her away to quiet her down. She reminds you of an adorably dumb puppy. You calm her down when she, uh oh, thinks you're an angel. Tyler and Duncan get to say their iconic line and now you're in the lodge!

Instead of reacting like a normal person, you're happy with the food. You just mess around with it for science. SCIENCE NEVER SLEEPS. Noah makes fun of you, but you decide to make fun of him as well. Not very well, mind you, but it's not your fault that I'm bad at dialogue.

You almost get your ear chopped off by a stray cleaver! That's pretty cool!

Slurping on that delicious juice really makes up for that fact. However, Cody pulls you underneath the table with him for protection reasons! Can't have his potential wing-man dying, now can we?

Oh! You also turn British at the end. Fun.

⊰⊱TLDR > Too Long, Didn't Read⊰⊱

Thank you for reading my story! I understand that this is very long for a first chapter, but I have high hopes for this story! I struggle on writing dialogue which is why I primarily stick to the show's dialogue, which makes the chapter turn out longer.

Nonetheless, thank you!

Word Count: 9,375 including the TLDR and actual text, nothing else. (Congratulations, you just read 27.3 pages! Go enjoy a nice juice box :D)

Published: March 9th, 2022