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BAM! Here's where we get into the real stuff. Hope you guys are liking the story so far :) I'm really enjoying writing this. It just feels fresh for some reason.

The site apparently notified people of another update to the story today. That isn't accurate. I don't even have a third chapter started yet lol.

To Reviewer BigBadBrad: Hey, I know you from the TD subreddit! Thanks for the review, my good man :)

To Reviewer lordgemini: Glad to hear you're giving it a chance, man. This fic is more of a fun one on the side of TDW :)

To Reviewer Gucci: Thanks for the input! I think I know which story you're talking about, and don't worry, I'm not going to make Justin suddenly super great at challenges and stuff like that. He'll be his same lazy, egotistical self in most aspects. Obviously, he'll have matured a bit and he'll still have good qualities, like how he was in the TDWT scenes he appeared in. Don't expect him to be Alejandro or Heather tier, though lol.


Stuck in The Past

I backed up into the wall behind me, completely shocked at what I saw seeing and where I was. My jaw felt slack. Was this really happening? Or was I having one of those delusional dreams or something?

The other Total Drama contestants shared confused glances with each other, obviously wondering what had gotten into me.

"I see that the fall scrambled Justin's circuits. It's almost as if the driver making out with her boyfriend instead of watching the road was a bad idea." I turned my head to the left to see Noah leaning against one of the rocky walls around us, looking very much disinterested in my outburst. I pursed my lips in annoyance. Dream or not, I had never liked that know-it-all egghead.

Courtney, who stood with a mass of people in front of the bus with her arms crossed, shot a sharp glare over at the egghead. "I'd like to see you do better, Noah. All you ever do is come up with catchy insults. You never actually do anything."

Some of the others murmured their agreement and nodded. Cody seemed a bit confused, however.

He raised a hand. "Uhh guys? Noah is being kind of a jerk, but isn't he technically right?"

Noah mockingly cheered, attracting everyone's attention back to him. "Woohoo, someone sees reason here. I'm glad to see that Courtney and Duncan are so remorseful for almost getting us all killed."

Duncan shrugged indifferently as he leaned against the fallen bus. "Eh, it was totally worth it."

Leshawna spoke up, sounding a bit aggravated with everyone. "Oh no, Leshawna did not decide to go on this crazy adventure with y'all just to hear some petty arguments." She narrowed her eyes and pointed at Noah. "Drop it, turkey." She then turned her gaze to Courtney, who was still glaring at the egghead. "And you too, princess prissy."

Everyone slowly dispersed, though I could hear resentful murmurs coming from random people in the crowd. Leshawna seemed satisfied with her work, however.

She smiled and placed one hand sassily on her hip. "Ah yeah, Leshawna's still got it."

Harold popped up behind her, an admiring expression on his face. For the life of me, I still don't understand what my friend saw in the loud girl. Personally, I had always found her just a tad bossy. Of course, I had been attracted to Courtney before, so I guess I couldn't really talk.

He sighed lovingly as he looked at her. "Yeah, you do, my chocolate goddess. If you were an old 70s celebrity, you'd be David Bowie."

Everyone within earshot gave him weird glances, including me. He never ceased to surprise me with some of the ridiculous things that he would say. I could admit that it was entertaining at times, though.

Tyler, who was passing by, probably to go talk to Lindsay, raised an eyebrow at me. "You might want to lay down somewhere, bro. You're not looking too well. Kinda pale."

Ezekiel, who had also been sitting silently in the background, tried to jump into the conversation. It felt very weird to me to see him like this, given...that thing he would eventually become. Then again, maybe it wasn't too radical of a change, now that I think about it. "Yeah, eh. You look pretty bad t'a The Zeke."

I glared at the wannabe. If you were wondering which one, I meant Ezekiel. "Jeez, if I look bad to you, I must look really bad."

Tyler laughed and slapped me on the back, knocking the air out of me. He didn't seem to notice my choked gasps, though. "Ooooo, nice roast!" He looked over at me with light in his eyes, only to look a bit concerned as he saw me gasping. "Oh man, want my help?"

I tried to say no, but I still found myself gasping and hacking still. Tyler, the happy-go-lucky fool that he was, took that as a yes. He wrapped one of my arms around his neck and dropped down onto the ground quickly.

I felt the air rush out of me as I fell down onto the coarse sand below, leaning my back against the giant rocky formation behind me. My left arm draped over my forehead, I tried desperately to process why I was dreaming all of this. I hadn't thought about this moment in time for years, and I certainly hadn't ever dreamed of it before. Furthermore, I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't ever conjure up such a sucky version of this memory.

Tyler shot me two thumbs up as he hopped back to his feet. "You rest here, dude. Even the best of athletes sometimes need to take a rest." As I thought about what he would know about being a good athlete, he took off jogging towards Lindsay again. This time, however, he tripped over his own clumsy feet and found himself skidding into the sand in front of her and Beth.

I watched as Lindsay gasped in concern and ran over to him. "Oh my gosh! Noah!"

I shook my head as Tyler regarded his dumb girlfriend with a depressed look. How he stood being with a girl that couldn't remember who he was, I will never know.

Ezekiel scratched his head, looking at me curiously. "Roast, eh? The Zeke do'on't see no'o pig 'round here."

I rolled my eyes. "Get away from me, Ezekiel. I might be delusional right now, but you're still a loser."

Ezekiel frowned and walked away. I sighed in relief to finally be alone. Maybe now I could have think about why I was seeing all of this in peace.

I looked around curiously, wondering what else was different here. I honestly didn't see anything out of place, except for me, of course. Everyone else had spread out and found their own comfortable spots to lay in. I noticed Geoff gathering a few others around him.

Geoff had a cheerful tone as he elevated his voice to reach all of us. "Hey bros, I don't know about you guys, but I came here to party and catch up! We can't do that down here very well. So I'm going to go looking for help or for some kind of town. Anyone want to come with?"

Beth smiled at the party animal eagerly. "I'll come withsh you, Geoff."

Mama DJ stood up. DJ attempted to mirror her, but she motioned for him to sit back down. "Mama is going with the search party to chaperone, Devon Joseph. You stay here and look out for these kids. Make sure they don't starve to death." She shot a critical glance over at Owen, who was already dragging himself along the ground like a snake. The fat boy looked famished.

DJ nodded obediently, immediately going to rummage in the bus for something. I was guessing that he was looking for some kind of stocked food or something. I hoped he found something soon. If this was a dream, then I didn't have to worry about what I ate. I could eat as much junk food as possible and it wouldn't ruin my perfect figure!

I seriously thought of volunteering to go with Geoff and the others, as I had the first time. But I still felt very much in-shock about everything that was happening and about the fact that I was probably laying severely injured on some random street in Toronto. As you can imagine, the idea of my perfect body crawling with the germs and fleas crawling all over that street led me to feel nauseous. For that reason, I decided to just stay put. After all, I felt like I deserved to rest after all I had been through so far. Maybe if I just waited long enough, some crackpot doctor would resuscitate me or something, and I would be dragged out of this memory?

Geoff looked around at everyone else, searching for people to ask to come with him. His eyes landed on Bridgette, who was now laying out a beach towel.

"Hey Bridge, wanna come with?"

Bridgette smiled back lovingly at her boyfriend but politely declined. "I'm going to try to catch some rays. Hurry back, sweetie!"

Geoff frowned, but quickly became upbeat again. "Yo Trent, how about you? Every good party needs some music, and you're killer on that guitar, man."

Trent looked down at me. I could tell that he was somewhat conflicted on whether to stay with me or not. Heck, he probably thought that I was losing my mind or something.

He looked back at Geoff with a sympathetic expression. "Sorry guys, but I'd better stay here to make sure Justin isn't going loony on us."

Katie and Sadie quickly ambushed me from both sides, wrapping their arms around my chest and squeezing me lovingly. They didn't look that strong, but their grip felt like I was being squeezed to death by a couple of boa constrictors. And I know how that feels, having spent some fair time Playa des Losers with that crazy redhead, Izzy, during Total Drama Island. I shook my head wearily and my eyes drifted over to her. She was currently doing cartwheels around Harold, who looked mighty annoyed by her antics. That girl was a nutcase. An attractive nutcase, but still a nutcase nonetheless. Even 10 years after this moment in time, she insisted on spreading rumors that we dated at one point. Newsflash: we hadn't. She had set her pet snake on me once, though, because she had caught me flirting with other girls while we were supposedly "dating".

Anyway, back to the matter at hand.

"EEEEEEE! We'll take good care of Justin, Trent! You can go if you want to." Sadie squealed enthusiastically.

Katie nodded at me, agreeing with her friend with a sly grin. "Yeah, and I like totally took a CPR course a few summers ago. So, if you need mouth-to-mouth, I'm totally certified."

I shot Trent a desperate look as the two treated me like a stuffed animal. Katie and Sadie were nice girls, but they were, quite frankly, ungodly annoying. I mean, every year they used to get so excited and certain that they would make the next season of the show, only to never get picked. And then they would wonder why. I mean, c'mon, seriously? Even Ezekiel is more self-aware than them, and he's basically an animal these days. Uh, well, I guess not these days, but he is in the real world.

Trent chuckled at my predicament, watching me with humor in his green eyes. After about a full minute of this, he decided to save me.

"It's fine, girls. I'll stay with Justin. We need to focus on writing our next song anyway, and I really need his help for this one. You should go with Geoff." Trent tossed a finger back to point to Geoff's tiny group of rescuers.

I quickly piped up, nodding frantically. "Yeah, we really need to...uh...do that. I think you girls should join Geoff." I flashed them my most charming smile. "After all, it would be sooooo brave of you. I might even be tempted to kiss anyone who manages to help rescue us."

The BFLFL's, or whatever the heck they called themselves, blushed majorly and enthusiastically bolted over to Geoff to join him. They even tried pushing each other out of the way in excitement.

Geoff shifted his eyes hesitantly at the two, but accepted them into his group. He was too nice for his own good.

Still, he persisted. He threw one hand eagerly into the air. "Alright, we're gonna head out! Anyone else want to come with us before we go?!"

He was met with such a silence that I almost heard a tumbleweed waft by. I was really glad that I wasn't him right now, because I would feel embarrassed if people were treating me like that. After all, I'm practically a work of art. You don't treat the Mona Lisa like a dumb banana taped to a wall. You just don't.

I sighed with relief and slouched backwards as Geoff's little search party marched out into the middle of nowhere. If I remembered correctly from when I had been part of that group so many years ago, they would wander for a full day until they found anything at all in this barren landscape.

Trent slumped down next to me, his arms crossed and his gaze set directly onto the empty landscape ahead of us. We sat in silence for several minutes before he finally asked me what I was waiting to hear.

"So what was that all about back there? You acted pretty funny after we crashed." He twiddled his fingers together absentmindedly.

I sighed. I didn't really what was happening and what I should say to him. That was the thing with me: I never really had all of the answers. I had honestly never been very smart at all, even when I meant to be.

My eyes flickered down to the sand-covered ground. "I...don't really know what's going on, to be honest with you. Things just don't make sense right now."

He cocked an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean? Did you get banged up by the crash or something?"

I pursed my lips, trying to think of what to say. I was kind of overwhelmed right now though, and I didn't feel like interacting with this ghost or whatever he was anymore. So I decided to just tell him that I desperately needed some beauty sleep. He seemed unsure of this, but he shrugged and decided to go hang out with Cody and Noah. After he left, I closed my eyes and snuggled up on the uncomfortable ground. I really wasn't used to such meager sleep accommodations anymore, but I figured that I would power through it. Some of us beautiful people had to make sacrifices, after all.

I could faintly hear the voices of the other cast members all around me as I drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I had really expected to be curled up in an under-budget hospital bed, clad in a revealing white gown and with about a dozen tubes running through my arms.

Of course, I had gotten that impression from a bunch of movies, so I suppose it wouldn't have been accurate even if I did wake up in a hospital.

Instead, I was awakened by the harsh sound of helicopter blades cutting through the air above. Gusts of dirt flew into my face, interrupting my dreams and causing me to quickly bolt upright onto my feet.

I didn't even have time to react to the fact that I had woken up in this place, in this time, either. Before anyone could say anything, the familiar face of Chris McLean popped out of the left side of the hovering helicopter far above us. He had tinted black sunglasses on, along with a headset.

"They don't call me "Best Reality Show Host" for nothing!" He yelled down at us pridefully, his signature TV grin plastered onto his face. In a major change from how Chris was usually greeted by us, everyone cheered at his entrance. I have to admit that I cheered too. After all, beggars can't be choosers.

Immediately, I saw everyone piling back into the bus that had led us all down here. Chris's red helicopter had a hook or something in the bus. I don't really know how helicopters work or anything, so don't take it from me. I decided to just follow everyone's lead. I stood in the back though, because Owen's pants were somehow ripped off when he tried to crawl his way in, and I did NOT need to see that.

Everything past that point was pretty standard. People just chatted with each other like we had all done yesterday. I talked to a few people too. And, of course, Sierra was scurrying around to ask everyone really personal questions. I'll admit that I pushed Cody in front of me when she approached my section of the bus. I remembered a bit too well how obsessive the stalker had been over him, and I'd rather throw him under the bus than face it myself.

It honestly didn't take that long for us to get to the old site of Total Drama Action, which was the season of the show that I remembered the most. After all, that was the only season that I actually did well in. At least, before Courtney betrayed me and stole my immunity that one time, temporarily turning me into an injured, hideous freak. I mean, we're talking Ezekiel levels of ugliness. I glanced at said CIT as we all hopped out of the bus and walked into the old cafeteria tent on the movie lot. She looked as beautiful as ever. Well, at least as beautiful as someone who wasn't a model could be. And trust me, there weren't many models on this show.

Chris stood outside of the cafeteria tent, a giant smirk on his face. He motioned us inside with his left hand. "Go on in, kids! We're serving up some pancakes!"

Owen, who was in the back of our little pack, immediately pushed past us all, creating a jumbled heap on the ground. The lovable eating machine held his fists up in the air as he ran into the tent screaming "Pancakes! Pancakes!"

Once the rest of us brushed ourselves off and took our seats around the simplistic wooden tables inside, Chris got to business. My eyes caught Alejandro as he walked around serving pancakes to some of the others. I didn't mean to, but I subconsciously glared at the Latino. He had stolen a lot of my popularity with the Total Drama fanbase back in the day, mostly because he was seen as using his "charm and good looks" to manipulate his way through the game way better than I had ever managed.

I scoffed as those thoughts occupied my mind for the first time in years. Please. This guy wasn't nearly as handsome as moi. That long hair didn't make him look rugged at all; it made him look more like a hobo, to be honest with you. And his goatee, bleh. Why some women find that attractive is beyond me. And finally, his chest was so unnaturally wide while the rest of his torso and stomach were about as thin as Harold. Really unnatural stuff. I might have even started a rumor that he had plastic surgery in the past if it mattered to me enough, which it totally didn't.

I was broken out of my anti-Alejandro thoughts, however, by the grim reaper himself.

Chris McLean stood confidently in front of both of the food tables that we were sitting at. He surveyed us all with gleeful eyes before throwing his hands up in the air in celebration. "I have an announcement to make! Now, we all know that nobody makes drama like you guys!"

Heather, who was sitting at the table opposite to mine, crossed her arms. "Duh. But what about Total Drama Dirtbags?"

Alejandro, who now stood in the doorframe of the kitchen, frowned passive-aggressively. "It was a trick! There never was any Total Drama Dirtbags."

Multiple gasps were heard around the room. I, however, already knew this.

Heather shot a confused look Chris's way. "Is that true?"

Chris shrugged. "Wellllll...mostly, I guess. I did come up with the name. It was kind of more of a test to see if you kids still had it." He shot finger guns at all of us and winked.

"What about Alejandro?"

Chris smiled widely and approached the other table. Everyone's eyes were on him as he stopped right in front of Gwen, Heather, Izzy, and Courtney. "I duped him, sort of like what I did to the rest of you. I needed him to act like it was all real, so I kept him in the dark. But, to make it up to him, I told him that he could join all of you next time!"

I watched amusedly as the eyebrows of everyone around me flew up to their hair lines in shock and a bit of worry. Noah, who was just two seats down from me, asked the question on everyone's minds. "What do you mean by 'next time'?"

Chris chuckled and pumped one of his fists in the air. "I'm glad you asked, Noah. I mean a no-holds-barred race around the world...in a jet!"

Gwen rolled her eyes, and I noticed some others glaring at Chris. "After all of the crap you put us through? Pfft, as if."

Oh Gwen, if only you knew, I thought to myself. My eyes unconsciously drifted to someone else that I had a strong dislike towards: Duncan.

I wonder if he ever felt bad about what he did? I mean, trading a solid 7/10 like Courtney for a meager 5/10 like Gwen certainly requires a bit of brain damage.

Chris, always the biggest attention-hog in the room, continued. "Don't you all want to be famous again?"

Duncan scoffed, his arms pulled comfortably behind his head. "Pass."

Suddenly, the host pulled up right next to him, almost as if through magic. I certainly didn't see him move across the room, but I guess that I wasn't the most observant person out there.

Chris pinched Duncan's cheeks mockingly, which made me and a few others who didn't like the punk that much laugh.

"Well, Mr. Duncan, how about another chance to win...ONE...MILLION...DOLLARS!"

Everyone cheered and screamed "Yesss!" after hearing that. Multi-colored confetti rained from the ceiling and everyone jumped up out of their seats to celebrate the announcement of the new season. I studied them all with mixed emotions. It was really weird to be sitting here after seeing it on TV beforehand. And, unfortunately for me, I was now becoming convinced that this wasn't a dream. After all, I had already went to sleep in this twisted place, and I had woken up here soon afterwards.

Also, I don't think my brain is quite smart enough to come up with all of these different scenarios for what would've happened here. I never really use my brain, anyway. Plus, I was sort of convinced that magic was real. I faintly remember this weird girl from season 4 of Total Drama being able to levitate and teleport and stuff. And Ezekiel had survived a dive into an active volcano...

Alright, this could possibly be real. And, if it was, I would be competing on Total Drama World Tour.

Despite the absurdity of the situation and how little I knew about it, I smiled. Maybe this was a good thing. After all, I might have a chance to win one million dollars again, if this wasn't some sort of coma dream. Even if it was, I could at least have a bit of fun with this, maybe. Things could be worse.

As I watched people that I hadn't seen in years cheer and dance around the room, I felt myself succumb to the spirit in the room. I jumped to my feet and quickly joined them all. Harold, Trent, Cody, Leshawna, Lindsay, and Tyler had started a conga line. I enthusiastically slipped in behind the wannabe jock and allowed myself to laugh as we all began goofily hopping side-to-side around the food tables.

For the first time in years, I began thinking about how great it would be to win a season of Total Drama. And, also for the first time, I began to think that I could actually have a chance to do it. As long as I didn't become deformed again, I would happily do anything that they asked of me this time.


Alright! Here is chapter 2, which officially ends the introduction. Next time, we will be seeing Total Drama World Tour officially start, and we'll be seeing the repercussions of Justin's actions maybe start to change some things. Of course, some things may have changed already ;)

I had this second chapter ready before I posted the first, just so I could give you more than just a tiny little intro to start with. Hope that this chapter maybe proves a bit more entertaining. Next chapter, we get to the good stuff.

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