Author's Note: I know that an OC fic, especially such a long one, is a bit outside what I normally write. But I figured I can write the TD characters well now, and I might as well expand! Stick with this chapter. I know there'a A LOT of intros, but part two will be a lot more in depth with the personalities. Review, tell me what you thought! I appreciate feedback:) Enjoy!

*The camera pans to show Chris McLean, standing on the edge of the Dock of Shame. He flashes his trademark white grin straight into the lens, and his voice echoes loudly across the still water*

"Last season, on Total... Drama... All Stars..." he booms, "Our competitors faced off for one million dollars. However, that little idiot Mike won the money, so we blew up the island to avoid giving it to him! Of course, that was just a decoy to screw with their stupid heads! The island is fully intact, but in other news, the supermarket is clear out of Diet Coke and Mint Mentos. Anyway, after that, we decided that those competitors were boring. We've seen them for five seasons, and there isn't much left to see! That's why this season there will be all new contestants! No old faces will be returning," he says, winking cheekily at the camera. "Or so you might think! Either way it'll be all surprises, friendships, romances... but more likely, mind numbing hatred! Hey, you know which one is more fun to watch! Tune in for all that and more, this season, on Total...Drama... Mayhem!"

*theme song plays*

*camera pans back to Chris, who is gesturing to an approaching boat with dark figures seen hanging against the rails.*

"And there are our new contestants, getting their first glimpse of the island!" Chris laughed. "Don't they look terrified?"

*the boat stops, and a loading ramp rolls out.*

"First up we have George!" Chris said, smiling sadistically at the dark haired boy descending from the boat.

"Chris McLean!" George said, smiling a grin sadistic enough to match Chris's. "Good to see you, man!" The sadistic grin disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by a normal, friendly, smile.

"They aren't supposed to be confident," Chris said uncertainly. "Chef!" he hissed into his walkie talkie. "Give me a wimpy one next! We need to balance this out!"

"And you," he added, pointing to George with a frown, "wait over there."

The boy nodded at stood at the end of the dock, dusting off his black hat before watching the next contestant come off.

"Next up is Juliet!" A pretty girl with long brown hair abad dark eyes bounded down the ramp.

"Hi Chris!" she said, shaking his hand energetically. "This is going to be fun!"

"Fun?" he said, horrified. "Have you even watched the past seasons? Toxic waste! Deadly challenges! Does that sound fun?"

"Kinda, yeah," she said, approaching George. "Hi, how are you? I'm Juli, I think we met on the boat?"

"Yeah," he said bemused. "Juli. Hi."

While this exchange was occurring, Chris was hissing into the walkie talkie once again. "I asked for a wimp!"

"She's wearing a "make love, not war,' shirt!" Chef's voice said, crackling through the microphone. "That sounds wimpy to me!"

Chris hung up, shoving it away. "Moving on, we have Jeremy! How's it going, dude?"

"Good," he mumbled, not meeting Chris's eyes. His black eyes were fixated anywhere but at the camera.

"Okay," the host said. "Not one for chit chat I see! Go next to the other contestants!"

Jeremy walked over silently. As Juli opened her mouth in greeting, he knocked his foot on a wooden plank sticking up slightly. As he went sprawling, Juliet and a second later George ran to help.

"You okay, man?" George asked, helping him up.

"Thanks," he said. "I'm Jeremy."

"Enough with the name game! There's literally three of you!" Chris said. "Say hello to DJ! Wait, DJ? Sorry dude. That name's taken," he said, to the confused blonde boy approaching him.

"So should I leave, or..." DJ said, playing with the drawstrings on his unzipped blue hoodie.

"Should we send him home... Nah. I'll be nice. But it's a one time thing! Tell me, what does the D stand for?

George snorted, and Juli punched him in the arm.

"Donny."

"Okay! Your new name is Donny!"

"Actually, my parents gave me that-"

"Nope! I did!" Chris said satisfied. "Goodness, naming them already. They're like my children."

"Like anyone would want to have kids with you," George mumbled.

"Hey! I had a kid! He interned here. I wonder what happened to him," he said, winking again. "Anyway Donny, over at the dock."

He joined the other contestants.

"That no one wanting to have kids with me comment is blowing my vibe. Chef! Bring out the one that called me hot on her form!" he yelled.

A beautiful girl with bright red hair and bangs slowly walked off of the boat.

"Hot damn," she said quietly. "Christopher McLean."

"See, why can't they all worship me like that!" he said happily. "Brittany! I like you. It's a shame I'll have to set you on fire at least once this season."

"Sadism is attractive," she mumbled, moving beside George.

"Why, hello," he started, until she interrupted.

"Move. I'm watching this."

"This," was Chris, giving an uncertain looking boy a bone crushing hug. "Ian! My man!"

Ian stepped back. He twisted his plain t shirt into a bunch before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Hi."

"Chatty, aren't we! You happy to be here?"

Ian shrugged. "I guess."

"Fascinating. Go stand with the others."

"Hello," Juli said, putting out her hand.

"Hey," he replied, running his hand through his slightly receding hairline.

"Nice to meet you!" she added cheerfully.

"Likewise."

Their conversation was cut short as everyone noticed a boy with ginger hair exit the boat.

"Hey everyone!" he cheered, snapping a slow rhythm.

Ignoring all of the bewildered stares he was receiving, he kept the beat going.

As he reached the dock, he belted out a high C.

"Consider yourself at home,

Consider yourself, one of the family.

We've taken to you, so strong,

It's clear we're going to get along."

As he finished, he took a bow. Juli, Ian, and Donny clapped, while the rest looked slightly concerned.

"Come on!" he asked brightly. "Oliver? The musical? Anyone?"

Chris pressed a button on his phone, and the sound of crickets chirping filled the air.

"No one?" he said. "When I win the million, I'm taking all of you to Broadway!"

"Which one are you?" Chris asked. "You're supposed to wait for me to introduce you! Trying to steal my thunder?"

"Nah, it's cool," the boy said, still smiling. "I'm Aaran with an A."

"Everyone knows that Aaran starts with an A," Brittany replied, rolling her eyes.

"No- the A comes after the- never mind," he finished quickly.

"And what makes you think you'll be the one taking home the money?" George asked, staring him down.

"We've all got a shot. But I have a couple tricks up my sleeve!" Aaran said, miming rolling his sleeves up.

"Right."

"If anyone takes another one of my introductions, you'll be swimming back to shore!* Chris said irritably. "Next, say hello to Eric!"

"Hi everyone!" the attractive boy said, running his hands through his black ruffled hair.

"Hey, he looks like a younger Chris!" Brittany exclaimed.

"Pssttt," Chris said, whispering to Eric, "this is where you say thank you for the incredibly compliment! Although in honesty, I'm way hotter than you."

"True!" Brittany said.

"You can't hear me! I'm whispering!" he whined.

Eric rejoined the other contestants on the dock. "Dude, I love your sweatshirt," he said to Donny.

"Thanks, it's-"

"Kind of reminds me of Rainbow Dash's fur color," he said nonchalantly. After a second, his eyes widened and he clapped his hands over his mouth.

"What was that?" George said innocently, smirking at Eric's obvious slip up.

"Nothing," he stammered, beet red.

"Are you a brony?" Chris asked, laughing. "Thank god! Hang out with Trent. That guy was obsessed. He wouldn't shut up about it! This will get him off my back!"

"I'm not a brony," he said weakly.

"Sure you're not. Moving on! Everybody, meet Sarah!"

Sarah walked off the boat calmly, her face impassive. She wore a dark purple shirt and jeans, her mousy brown hair falling slightly past her shoulders.

"Is there any place to get coffee here? I'm a nightmare without caffeine," she said shortly.

"Um, for me! But for you, what do you think this is? A resort?"

She cast a disdainful glance around the island. "Obviously not."

"Offensive. Wait over there with the other contestants!"

"Oh, really. I thought I should wait in the water," she said sarcastically.

"Wouldn't care if you did," he muttered.

Sarah walked over, smiling shyly at the other competitors.

"Say hello to Daquan!" Chris boomed, giving the dark skinned boy that approached a fist bump. Daquan wore a shirt with the word 'Awesome' printed across the middle.

"Chris!" he greeted. He turned to the cluster of campers and walked over, eying each one in turn.

"Dark hair. No way," he said, pointing at Juli.

"Pimples."

When he got to Brittany, he stared at her chest intently, and just as she raised her hand to punch him, he jumped away. "Not my type."

The girls all rolled their eyes. "Hey Daquan. I'm Ian," Ian said, shaking his hand.

"'Sup."

He sidled up to George. "So when do the hot chicks get here?"

George looked at him incredulously. "They are here, dude. Have you seen Brittany? It's a shame she's into older guys."

"I said hot. I'm into blondes."

"You're never going to be into ANYBODY unless you lower your damn voice!"

"Jeez, touchy," Daquan said, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Conflict already! Love it!" Chris said, rubbing his hands together.

"The next person joining us will be Ana!" Chris said.

A freckly girl with big purple glasses stepped off of the boat.

"Hello everybody!" she said happily. "It's nice to be here!"

"Nice shirt," Juli said, pointing at her lavender tee.

"Thank you! So, how's the island? Is it gorgeous? It can't possible be as beautiful as it looks on TV, can it?" Ana asked quickly, surveying the dump before her. "Oh, it's even more beautiful!" She went down the line, abandoning hand shakes and giving quick hugs.

"Ana, right?" Aaron asked. "You seem friendly!"

"Definitely!" she giggled, holding onto his hand for a moment longer than necessary. He dropped it quickly, stepping slightly away.

"I did not realize we had 27 contestants this season!" Chris said into the walkie talkie. "I have to introduce all of them? That's going to eat up the whole episode! We can split it? Okay."

He hung up. "So apparently we have a hell of a lot of these to do! So be interesting quickly, people! Hear that, Seth?" he called to the blonde boy in a black button down that joined him on the edge of the dock.

"So," Seth said, surveying the other competitors. "This is what I'm up against."

"Scary, right?" Chris said, rolling his eyes at the group of confused teenagers.

"It's terrifying," he said dryly, joining the others.

"Sounds like you mean it too," Sarah added under her breath.

Seth stared at the ground, determined to avoid eye contact.

"Moving on, say hello to Zane!"

A skinny boy with brown hair and a Naruto shirt walked right past Chris and to the other contestants.

"Leave me hanging, okay. I see how it is," Chris said, wounded.

"Sorry, dude. Scoping out the competition," Zane called. "Hey all.**"

A chorus of hellos rung out.

"Wow, everyone is being so unexpectedly polite! I wonder how long it'll take for everyone to snap," Chris said with a grin.

They all shifted uncomfortably, sharing an uneasy glance before turning to the girl walking down the ramp.

"Watch out everybody! Here comes Meghan!" Chris exclaimed.

A pretty girl with light brown hair and an Adventure Time shirt approached the growing mob. She stared at them timidly, until Juli gave a gentle "Hi, Meghan."

"Hi," she said quietly, waving quickly and thrusting her hand away.

"Nice to meet you!" Ana added.

"Yo-you too," she stammered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

She joined the group, hovering near the front until Juli kindly motioned to come next to her.

"Heartwarming! My guess is that the tall one will backstab the little on by episode four! If they that long," Chris bet perkily. "Next up, we have Wayne!"

A smart looking boy with chocolate colored skin, wire rimmed glasses, and buzz cut. His neon red sweatshirt contrasted with his dark mood.

"Hola," he said. "Me llamo Wayne. ¿Como estas?"

Chris waved his arms in the air wildly. "DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?" he screamed, jumping up and down.

"No hablo ingles," he said, looking confused.

"THIS SHOW IS FOR ENGLISH PEOPLE! DO YOU HEAR ME? ENGLISH! SWIM HOME BUDDY. THE WATER IS THAT WAY," he said, pointing.

"Woah, woah, woah," he said, in perfect English. "I was just screwing with you. It's cool."

"Not okay man," Chris growled.

"Jeez, sorry."

"Bro, that was epic!" George said, fist bumping him.

"Gracias."

"MOVING ON!" Chris said, now noticeably pissed off. "Next contestant! Get your ass out here!" He checked the list. "Pizza? Is this some sort of-"

He dialed Chef, speaking into the walkie talkie furiously. "Pizza? This is what the agency picked for us? Is this a prank?"

"No. The maggot won't answer to anything but Pizza," Chef said gruffly.

"What the-"

"Just roll with it."

"So should I come out, or-" a boy called from inside the boat.

"Whatever. Come out," Chris said, annoyed.

A boy with shoulder length blue hair with red streaks bolted down the steps. "Yo McLean!" he exclaimed, patting Chris on the back.

"Hey dude, what's your name?"

"Pizza!" Pizza said, completely nonchalant.

"Is there anything else we can call you? Literally anything? Like your real name, perhaps?"

"Pizza is my real name."

"Not on your birth certificate."

"I'm adopted," Pizza countered.

"Fine. We'll call you Pizza," he shuddered. "So greasy! Just...disgusting."

Pizza was already by the other contestants, pumping hands up and down and bumping fists.

"Time to move on," Chris said. "I'm bored to introduce Michelle!"

A girl with wavy brown hair sweeping across her forehead glared at the group. "What is up with your hair?" she asked Pizza bluntly.

"My hair? I was born with it like this," he said, bowing his head in shame.

No one looked convinced. He put his head down for a minute, then popped up. "Just kidding you!"

Michelle rolled her eyes, and moved as far away from him as humanely possible.

"Loving the tension!" Chris said, clapping his hands. "Next up, Trent!"

A boy with brown hair, a green hoodie, and Pokeball hat waved at everyone.

"Trent is already taken too!" Chris moaned. "What's with all of the repeated names?"

"Uh, I can just-"

"Nah, we'll call you-" Chris looked at his mint colored sweatshirt. "How about Green?"

"Sure," Green said, moving beside the others. "That's my favorite Pokeman anyway."

"Er, okay!" Chris said. "Say hello to Drake!"

The blue eyed boy smiled broadly. "Hi, everyone!" His spiked up brown hair resembled Mike from Revenge of the Island's and his blue shirt hung from his skinny body.

"What's the notebook?" Brittany said, nodding at the red spiral book that he was clutching firmly.

He held it protectively. "Don't touch it."

"Yeesh, fine. Real friendly," she said, moving away from him and next to Sarah.

"Meet Finn!" Chris said, as the blonde teen rubbed his goatee impatiently.

"Hey, Chris," he greeted loudly.

"Yo, Finn. We're short on time, so get your ass over there."

"Cool," he said, pumping the hands of the competitors as he walked down the row, humming ferociously.

"Hey, man," he said to Aaran.

"Hello! Boat ride okay? You seasick? You'll live," Aaran said, words overlapping each other.

"Hello to you too," Finn replied, bemused.

"This one'll be good!" Chris said, smirking. "Say hello to Autumn!"

A girl with brown hair in a loose French braid walked up, earning many stares. She wore blue, silver, and black sailor style corset with sleek stainless steel knobs in the back to hold it together. On her legs were old, worn, and ripped blue skinny jeans. Her height was only increased by her sparkly silver pumps. A large, fancy camera hung from her neck.

"Hi guys! I'm Audi!" she said, her voice happy.

"I like the camera," Zane said. "You into photography?"

"Big time," she replied, "which reminds me."

She whipped up the camera and snapped a picture of him and the other contestants.

"I want to remember this! Sue me!" she pouted.

Daquan elbowed George. "Quickly approaching my type."

"Okay! Next up is Jace!" Chris said, trying to return the attention to him.

"Hello," he said. "Glad to be here. You've probably heard of my uncle?"

He was greeted with blank stares.

"He's-"

"No one cares," Chris inturrupted.

"Fine," Jace said , brown eyes hurt. "But if I start acting, just know that I'm an actual actor and not masking medically inaccurate personalities like Mike from last season!"

"Good to know! Moving on, here's Aidan!"

A slightly chubby boy with bright green eyes in a blue polo shook his hand.

"Chris, hello." Aidan smiled slightly, but looked fairly nervous.

"Whatever. Go stand next to Ian."

The two boys exchanged shy smiles.

"Are you Ian?" Aidan asked.

"Erm, yes. Nice to meet you."

"Right back at you."

"Mila!" he yelled.

"What, no intro?" a pretty girl in skinny jeans and a crop top said. Her brown hair hung straight over her shoulders.

"Why are there no blondes? Why couldn't Lindsay compete?" Daquan moaned, looking for George. But George had long since moved away.

She stood beside Michelle, and the two girls gave each other warm glances. "You excited?" Mila whispered.

"Sort of. A little freaked. You?"

"You nailed it."

"Next, Morgan!"

The ginger boy walked out, hands in the pockets of his gray trousers.

"Hello!" he said excitedly.

"Too much of our time has gotten taken by these intros! Stand over there," Chris said, annoyed. Morgan shrugged and planted himself beside Juli.

"Hi!" she said.

"Hi, me? Oh, hello," he said, blushing furiously.

"Second to last, FINALLY! This is taking forever! Meet Kamari!"

A pudgy boy with a short goatee and brown hair stepped off of the boat. "Hey, competitors."

He walked the aisle, stopping next to Donny. "And you are?"

"DJ- erm, Donny."

"You forgot your own name? Wise," he said dryly.

"Long story."

"And finally! Because that dock is going to break any second- er, no, this whole island is structurally sound. Definitely. Anyway, here's Kayla!"

A tall Asian girl stepped off, clad in a pink shirt and baggy jeans.

"Hi everyone!" she said, voice full of energy. "Wow, there's a lot of people here. Am I the last one?"

"So are we done now?" Drake said, not answering.

"Yes! Finally!" Chris said. "Chef! Take the boat back!"

The large figure on top of the boat nodded and began to steer the large ship.

"Campers," Chris intoned somberly. "You will not be seeing mainland again until your run on Total Drama is over. And once you leave, you can't come back. Ever. But now, it's just starting. Time to get your teams."

The campers stared at each other anxiously.

"First up, the Undesirable Urchins! Joining me will be...

"George.

Brittany.

Ana.

Daquan.

Meghan.

Trent.

Jason.

Mila.

Aidan."

The nine campers joined Chris at the right of the dock.

"Team two! The Ridonculous Rodents! On this team, we have..."

"Juliet.

Jeremy.

Eric.

Sarah.

Zane.

Donny.

Drake.

Kamari.

Audi."

The campers followed his arm to the middle of the dock.

"And finally! On the Creepy Coconuts, or as I like to say the leftovers..."

"Ian.

Seth.

Michelle.

Wayne.

Pizza.

Finn.

Morgan.

Kayla.

Aaran."

"Get used to these people! They'll be your team until we merge. But not all of you will last until then! So get aquainted. If you remember from Total Drama All Stars, the Spa Hotel is for winners! The cabins are for the boring team, and the losers get the ground! So race to your cabin. It's the only night all of you will be in one of those!"

"Why are we racing?" Sarah asked. "We're all going to be in the cabins anyway?"

"Just go."

*camera pans to campers jogging to the cabins, some wheezing, some moving effortlessly*

*camera pans to the girl's side of the Urchin's cabin*

"Who's bunking with who?" Mila asked, tossing her luggage on the bed.

"Doesn't matter," Brittany said, shrugging. "I'll take top?"

"Sure."

"So I guess that leaves us," Ana said, smiling at Meghan.

"Awesome! You're on top?"

"Perfect."

They made their beds in silence for a minute, until Ana broke it. "So are you guys nervous?"

"Not really," Brittany said. "I've been watching for years and when I got a chance, I went for it. And Chris is definitely hotter in person."

"Chris?" Ana said, wrinkling her nose. "He's so old!"

Suddenly, a pillow flew across the room and smacked her in the face. "Don't go there."

"Sorry, I didn't know that-"

"We're done here, okay?"

*camera moves to the boy's side*

The boys threw their stuff down on the beds in silence.

"Can I take the single?" Daquan asked.

George nodded absentmindedly.

"Cool, it's better if I get a chick in here. Slim pickings though."

Aidan, Jace, and Trent looked up, annoyed, but George just glared.

CONFESSIONAL: GEORGE
George: First one of the season, huh? My plan? Make friends, because having people is cool. But when I need to, I can backstab without blinking an eye. So watch out for me. That annoying ass Daquan is first.
CONFESSIONAL OVER

CONFESSIONAL: DAQUAN
Daquan: No competition. Exactly what I wants. The guys aren't as hot as me, and the girls aren't hot enough to be picky. I'm glad I got that single bed.
CONFESSIONAL OVER

*camera pans to the girls side of the Rodents*

Audi grabbed the single bed. "You guys mind?"

"Not at all!" Juli said cheerfully. "You guys ready for the first challenge?"

"I don't know," Sarah began. "It depends if Chris is a sociopathic pervert with a death wish for us of an actual normal person. So our odds aren't looking good."

Juli and Audi looked worried for a second, but moved on.

"It's all for the money, right?" she continued.

CONFESSIONAL: SARAH
Sarah: So I'm a bit of a pessimist. The world isn't all rainbows. If the others have a problem with that, well, I hope they don't.
CONFESSIONAL OVER

*camera pans to the boys side of the Rodents*

"This is going to be tight," Zane said. "Six of us? That'll work."

"Dude, you wanna bunk?" Donny said.

"Sure."

Drake looked at Jeremy. "You up for it,"

"I'm-"

"Again?" Kamari said, amused, seeing Jeremy sprawled on the ground. "That's not normal."

"Yes it is!" Jeremy shouted from the floor. "I am too Normal! Normal could be my name!"

"Sure, Normal," Eric said. "K, you bunking with me?"

"K?"

"Sorry bro, can't pronounce your name."

"It's cool. Call me KT."

CONFESSIONAL: JEREMY
Jeremy: I don't know, from the floor it sounded like there was bonding. How could I join? I was on the floor! Which is totally normal!
CONFESSIONAL OVER

*camera pans to the girl's side of the Coconuts*

"This is a cozy bunk," Kayla said.

"At least we have room," Michelle replied, setting up her stuff on the bed.

"How awkward is it gonna be?"

"I would guess pretty awkward."

They exchanged smiles.

CONFESSIONAL: MICHELLE
Michelle: Kayla seems nice enough. A little naive. She could be useful. I'll work on that.
CONFESSIONAL OVER

*camera pans to the boy's side of the Coconuts*

"Top!" Aaran trilled.

"I'd break the top, so I got his bottom," Pizza joked.

Seth and Finn paired up, leaving Wayne, Morgan, and Ian.

"You want the top?" Morgan asked Wayne.

"You got it."

Ian stared uncomfortably.

CONFESSIONAL: IAN
Ian: I'm not the best in social situations. It's just not who I am. But I'm hoping I'll warm up to these people. They're being a little exclusive, but I can live. Nothing I'm not used to.
CONFESSIONAL OVER

*camera pans to the common area, where the load speaker whirred to life*

"COMPETITIORS! TO THE CAMPSITE! STAT!" Chris boomed.

*the screen slowly fades to black as the contestants file in*

*credits roll, then it pops back to life*

"Next time, on Total Drama Mayhem," Chris's voice said. "Attractions develop! Friendships form! Enemies become cemented! And there's a whole lotto hurt!"

*shows scenes of campers running around, swatting away small objects*

"Who will rise? Who will fall? And who will wet themselves? Find out all of this and more, next time on Total... Drama... Mayhem!"

*ironically, the elimination device in Total Drama Screen Stealers vs. Underdogs, my competition fic collab with Wish I Was a Pirate. (Who was the beta reader for this chapter as well. Check out his stuff!)

** some of you will get this.

Author's Note: Wow, those intros took a very long time to write! Hope it didn't bore you to tears. Again, next chapter will develop the contestants much more. Either way, I hope you enjoyed meeting the 27 (!) new contestants and stay tuned for the update!