It was that time again: after years of searching, preparing and rebuilding, the new season of Total Drama Island was about to begin, being known as "The Return To Wawanakwa". Due to the original camp and island sinking into the ocean during Total Drama Island: All-Stars, the production crew set up the camp on a new island just off the coast of Newfoundland. After having a drop in ratings after the last season, the network requested that the show return to a concept similar to their original season; the highest rated one of the series.

In general, the makeup of the environment and the animal inhabitants remained relatively the same. All it took was the setup of a dock, an outhouse confessional, a production camp, four cabins, and a communal washroom. Upon setting up hundreds of microphones and cameras around the island, the hiring of a dozen more interns to replace those who've perished during the preparation, it was finally time for the host, Chris McLean, to narrate the start of the new season. With multiple cameras and light panned onto the host, he began his speech.

"After a long hiatus, we're back, Total Drama fans! I'm you're host, Chris McLean, back again with another season of the show that you've all been wanting to see more of!" Chris began, "For this season, twenty brand new teenagers will begin the two month struggle for $1,000,000 on the newly rebuild Camp Wawanakwa, located somewhere near Newfoundland. As a celebration of our return, we've brought the game back to where it started: cabins, communal showers, the Dock of Shame, and twice the dra- no... THRICE the drama of all of the seasons combined. Where are these vic- I mean teenagers? They're down in a submarine, anxiously awaiting their demise. Who will survive? Who knows? Fasten your seatbelts, and prepare for Total...Drama...Island... Return To Wawanakwa!"

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As Chris finished introducing the season, a submarine submerged from the water behind him, indicating that the twenty contestants for the season had arrived. After fixing his hair in a mirror held by an intern, Chris walked over to the end of the dock, eager to greet the contestants so he could see who he'd get to see in pain over the next two months.

The first contestant walked out of the submarine with a swagger in his step. Clad in a dark blue hoodie, brown shorts, and gray sneakers, he brushed his hand through his short, dirty blonde, spiky haircut. Standing 5'5" at sixteen years of age with blue eyes, he was destined to be the epitome of the White American male, unless his unrelenting love for women prevented him from doing so.

"Aaron Hannigan. Nice to meet you," Chris greeted halfheartedly.

"Nice to meet you man," Aaron replied as he gazed at his surroundings, "Hey, are the dorms co-ed?"

"No, stand over there," Chris answered immediately, leaving a slightly saddened Aaron to walk over to the other edge of the dock with his blue duffel bag.

The second contestant jumped out of the submarine; his 5'10", 18 year-old frame landing on the dock with a rumble. Wearing a gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers, he walked down the dock confidently; his short, brown hair in a scissor cut hairstyle blowing in the wind as the light shined off his brown eyes. He came in believing that he could easily win, but would soon be snapped back into reality.

"Alejandro Ruiz-Hernandez," Chris stated as he read from his intern's clipboard, "Do you happen to be related-"

"I am in no way, shape, or form related or affiliated with the Alejandro from season 3 and 5," Alejandro insisted as he angrily walked over to Aaron with his red duffel bag in tow.

The third contestant slowly made his way out of the submarine, carrying his eighteen year-old, 5'10", huskier body out with him. He looked all around at the environment around him, checking to see if his black sweater, blue jeans, and black boots would hold up. Coming from a Romanian upbringing, he was taught to always be aware of his surroundings, including the people who would be around him, for he never knew if he would be able to trust them.

"Alexander Blejdea," Chris read as he looked at the third contestant.

"Hey, do you happen to know what kind of jurisdiction applies here?" Alexander asked.

"Uh...mine?" Chris answered as he pointed towards the other end of the dock, forcing Alexander to join Aaron and Alejandro.

"When are we going to see the girls?" Aaron asked, wanting to see someone of the opposite gender.

The fourth contestant eagerly made her way onto the dock, satisfying Aaron's wishes. She was eighteen years-old, 5'7", with a relatively fit figure. She was a modest girl, wearing a conservative outfit consisting of a neon yellow t-shirt, black jeggings, white sneakers, and three bracelets on her left wrist, in the order of silver, gold, silver. At the same time, she had a burning desire to be a rebel, evidenced by her dyed purple streaks in her originally brown hair, currently styled in a right side braid.

"Amalia Rahela-Filipescu," Chris read, "The Wannabe Rebel."

"Well, I wouldn't say that I'm a 'Wannabe Rebel', but-" Amalia began before being cut off.

"Just stand over there," Chris ordered, forcing her to walk over and join the three men.

"Hey there, hot stuff," Aaron greeted, only to be shoved into the water by Amalia.

"Dude, can you at least wait until we get to the cabin?" Alejandro asked as he helped Aaron up from the water.

"Whatever..." Aaron conceded as he shook himself dry.

The fifth contestant walked carefully onto the dock, taking care to ensure that she didn't get her pink shirt, blue jeans, gray high tops, or gold bracelet dirty. Out of caution, she pulled her medium-length black hair into a ponytail. In her normal life, she was an aspiring model, and figured that she would be able to live life smoothly. She envisioned this game as a cakewalk for her.

"Betty Baker," Chris welcomed.

"So... is the hotel deeper into the woods?" Betty asked, oblivious to the obvious.

"You've never seen this show before, I'm guessing..." Chris rationalized, chuckling to himself, "Just join them over there."

"Hey there..." Amalia welcomed kindly.

"Neon yellow? Really?" Betty noted, causing an angered Amalia to back off.

The sixth contestant tripped as she stepped onto the dock, causing her to fall off the side and into the water. A few seconds later, she got back up onto the dock, revealing her soaked purple hoodie, black jeggings, light blue sneakers, light blue headband, and black glasses. Standing only 5'1", 14 years-old, and with pale white skin, she was easily the smallest, youngest, and most fragile contestant of the season. Timidly, she walked over to Chris, wringing out her straight, shoulder-length, brown hair.

"Callie Northcott," Chris stated, "100 pounds soaking wet, eh?"

Callie could do nothing but walk over to the others, gloomily dragging her light blue suitcase in tow. It wasn't until she reached the group when Amalia walked over and gave her a hug, wanting to be nice to someone who clearly was having a bad day.

"You alright?" Amalia asked cautiously.

"I'll be fine..." Callie mumbled, "I've had worse days."

The seventh and eighth contestants jumped out of the submarine together. One of them ran over to Chris in excitement, while the other girl walked over in a calmer fashion. The excited girl seemed very outgoing, sporting a white, cold shoulder top, black jeggings, and tan flats, with her long black hair hanging below her shoulders. The calm girl seemed more modest, wearing a long sleeved, black, buttoned-up shirt with pink roses, black jeggings, beige flats, brown glasses, and a red flower in her long, brown hair, extending down to the middle of her back. Other than that, the two girls were pretty much the same: French ethnicity, fifteen years-old, 5'4", and relatively fit.

"Cassie Elliott and Cassie Veracourt," Chris welcomed, "Before we go any further, one of you is going to need a nickname. It'll get too confusing if you both use 'Cassie'."

"I'll go by 'Ellie'," the more enthusiastic Cassie declared, "Y'know, 'cause my last name is Elliott."

"Whatever. Ellie and Cassie, join your fellow campers over there," Chris ordered, allowing the same name duo to walk over to the others.

The ninth contestant walked across the dock casually. He had a short, black, side parted hairstyle with golden streaks, wore a buttoned, long sleeved, green and blue plaid shirt, blue jeans, black & gray high tops, and black glasses. From the outside, he seemed like the average Vietnamese teenager, standing 18 years of age, 5'8" in height, and an average body type. On the inside, he was a rare oddity in the world, having an I.Q. within the top 2% of the world. But he didn't want anyone to know that.

"Daniel Trieu," Chris read as Daniel walked up to him.

"That's right, I'll just make my way over there," Daniel declared as he walked over to the group.

"Sick streaks, man," Alejandro commented, pointing to Daniel's hair.

"Thanks," Daniel thanked before turning to Amalia, "Purple streaks; stylish choice."

"Thanks..." Amalia thanked before smiling, flattered.

The tenth contestant slowly walked across the dock, gazing in awe at his surroundings. This teenager was remarkably average: 16 years-old, White American, 5'4", brown hair in a quiff hairstyle, a black t-shirt, brown shorts, and light brown sneakers. The most original thing about him was the giant Star Wars logo on the front of his shirt.

"Devin Hobbs. Also known as the Star Wars fanatic," Chris noted.

"You know it!" Devin nodded in confirmation before running to the group, "What's up guys?"

"Ew... get that nerd away from me!" Betty ordered.

"Hey! Just because he likes Star Wars doesn't ma-" Amalia began before Daniel tapped her on the shoulder, cutting her off.

"She's not worth your time," Daniel insisted, "You can take your frustration out on her during the challenge, okay?"

"Alright..." Amalia conceded, smiling as she turned away from Daniel.

The eleventh contestant walked out of the submarine confidently, as if he ruled the world. Standing 5'9", with short, side-parted, brown hair, and wearing a black turtle neck, brown jeans, black boots, and brown glasses, he looked like he was going to be the adult of the season with a penchant of seriousness. In reality, he was 14 years-young with a fondness for gambling.

"Fedor Meyer," Chris introduced, not making eye contact with him.

"This oughta' be good!" Fedor declared with a German accent as he walked over to Betty, "Hey there, chick. How's it hanging?"

Instead of giving a verbal response, Betty gave Fedor a swift kick to the crotch, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, resulting in a hurrah of laughter from the remainder of the group.

"Thank you," Amalia thanked, "I was about to do the same thing."

The twelfth contestant walked in with a monotone expression on her face, further amplified by the paleness of her skin. At the age of sixteen, she was 5'2", fairly thin, wore a red t-shirt, black jeggings, white sneakers, and orange glasses. She was known for being skilled at remaining hidden, and she may have gone entirely unnoticed by all if she didn't have fiery-orange hair of shoulder length and a wavy nature.

"Katelyn Lewis," Chris stated as he looked down at her, "Are you sure you're 16? You look a lot younger."

"Are you insinuating that because I'm short I'm not older?" Katelyn asked, standing up on the tips of her toes so she could stare Chris down.

"She's kinda hot..." Devin admitted to Aaron.

"Don't try and flirt with her," Aaron warned, wincing at the moment that Amalia shoved him into the water, "It won't be worth it."

"Alright, just join those losers," Chris ordered, forcing Katelyn to join the other campers.

The thirteenth contestant walked across the dock cautiously, almost as timidly as Callie. Hailing from the country of Egypt, she was 14 years-old, was relatively thin, had black hair in a bob hairstyle with a ponytail on top, and wore an aqua halter top, brown short shorts, beige flats, brown glasses, & an aqua bracelet. Had she not have been six feet tall, she may have been treated differently.

"Kiana Aktas," Chris stated as he look up at her, "With your height, you should have no problem."

"Thanks..." Kiana thanked as she walked over to group timidly.

"Hey there," Katelyn welcomed, smiling, "I wish I were as tall as you."

"Haha, thanks," Kiana thanked, laughing a little bit.

The fourteenth contestant exited the submarine and performed a frontflip onto the dock; her brown hair in a ponytail flowing as she landed. Clad in a yellow cold shoulder top, black jeggings, gray sneakers, and a pink bracelet on her right wrist, she was prepared to participate in any situation that she could possibly face, athletic or social.

"Laila Crainic," Chris announced, "Another one of our 18 year-olds in the competition."

"Of course," Laila commented as she walked past Chris and to the group.

"Lookin' good, girl!" Alejandro commented from behind the group.

"Want me to do it?" Amalia offered, raising her fist.

"Don't bother," Laila answered, "Bound to happen anyways."

The fifteenth contestant climbed out of the submarine before pulling out a wheelchair to use. This left the group perplexed: he seemed like the average White male. He was eighteen years-old, 5'8", had an average body type, had a dirty blonde side part combover hairstyle, and wore a sky blue t-shirt, blue jeans, brown sneakers, and had blue sunglasses on his head. As far as they were concerned, his wheelchair made him look weaker.

"Matthew Carboni, the gentle gamer," Chris revealed.

"Thank you for the introduction," Matthew thanked as he rolled his way over to the group, with his duffel bag resting in his lap.

"What's with the wheelchair?" Alexander asked, curious.

"Car accident. I can't exactly walk as well I used to," Matthew answered with a saddened expression on his face.

The sixteenth contestant walked out of the submarine nonchalantly. The group could tell by looking at her that she was certainly an original person. Standing at 5'5", clad in a buttoned & short sleeved green & gray plaid shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, a gold bracelet around her right wrist, and headphones over her ears, she gave off the impression that she was laidback. For a 14 year-old of an average body type, with long, black hair parted with waves, she left everyone intrigued as to who she really was.

"Anisha Singh," Chris read, still looking at his clipboard.

"Call me Rhythm," Rhythm declared as she walked towards the group, "You hear that? I'd like to be known as Rhythm'."

The seventeenth contestant jumped out of the submarine with a deafening punk rock scream. This eighteen year old's outfit confirmed it: a white muscle shirt, navy blue jeans, black high tops, and a silver chain around his neck. His dyed white hair in a quiff hairstyle completed his look. Standing tall as a White male at 5'8" and with a fit physique, he represented the free-spirited edge of the new generation.

"Tory Eskerson," Chris stated, gazing at the punk rock enthusiast.

"So hyped, man!" Tory exclaimed as he ran towards the group, "Let's get this party started!"

The eighteenth contestant slowly strutted his way across the dock, his 5'10", muscular figure making him look empowered as the wind flew through his short, cropped fringe, brown hair. Sporting a jade green t-shirt, brown shorts and brown boots, he marched towards the group, confident that he'd be well liked. Had they not known that he was a regular ol' 17 year-old, they would've assumed that he was a famous actor or something.

"Tristan McLoughlin," Chris remarked as Tristan walked past him and towards the group.

"Hello ladies..." Tristan stated with his natural Irish accent, causing many of the girls to almost swoon in admiration.

"Are you kidding me?!" Aaron exclaimed, shocked, "I try and make a move and fail, and all he has to do is speak?"

"You're not as hot as he is," Daniel remarked, chucking afterwards.

The nineteenth contestant skipped as she made her way across the dock, her long, wavy blonde hair swaying as she skipped. She was effectively the female counterpart to Tristan: she was fit, standing at 5'5.5", wore a lavender bardot top, beige short shorts, light pink sneakers, a gold bracelet on her left wrist, and brown glasses. Men wanted her, and women wanted to be her; she couldn't walk ten feet without people gazing at her.

"Veronica Dunleavy, 18 year-old fun-loving flirt," Chris announced as Veronica made her way towards the group.

"Lookin' good, hottie!" Alejandro shouted, forcing Amalia to turn around and kick him into the water.

"Yikes..." Daniel muttered, slowly backing away.

"Nice shot," Veronica commented, reaching out to give Amalia a high-five, to which Amalia reciprocated.

The twentieth and final contestant casually walked out of the submarine, with a giant smile plastered on his face. At 14 years of age, standing at 5'5", possessing a skinny physique covered by a navy blue hoodie, beige khakis, brown boots, and a blue star necklace, he had a style all his own. If his well-thought out clothing choice wasn't a big enough sign, then they must have gotten a hint of who he was when he pulled out a can of hairspray and touched up his black, medium length, quiff hairstyle.

"Last, but not least, Zeyad Farnas!" Chris announced, allowing Zeyad to join the group.

"Nice to meet you all!" Zeyad exclaimed as he gazed at everyone's outfits, "Interesting outfit choices, everyone."

"Something's weird about him," Tristan whispered to Fedor, who nodded in agreement.

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With each of the contestants having been introduced, Chris led them to the campfire area, also known as the area where every other night, they would have to vote someone off the island, to which Chris claimed, "They can never ever come back", but they all knew that it was a lie. They were also warned that the next two months would be the most difficult part of their lives and that there was an equal chance for those around them to be their friends as there was a chance for them to be their enemies. Lastly, they were reminded of the $1,000,000 prize at stake.

"Here's how this will work: we're going to split you guys up into two teams," Chris revealed as he took a sheet off of a table in front of him, revealing twenty eggs, "Each of these eggs contain either red paint or blue paint. Once I say go, each of you will grab an egg and smash it against yourselves. Whichever paint you get, indicates the team that you will be a part of. Ready?"

After a brief period of nodding, Chris gave them the "go", allowing the campers to run and grab an egg at will. Even though it was purely luck based, everyone seemed to have a strategy regarding how to get an egg. Tory, Aaron, Alejandro, Devin, Alexander, and Fedor sprinted towards the eggs and grabbed whatever egg they could. Veronica, Cassie, Ellie, Laila, Katelyn, and Betty, made up the next wave, eagerly grabbing an egg of their own. Amalia and Matthew let Daniel pick their eggs for them. After the dust settled, Tristan strutted to the eggs and picked one up at random. Zeyad followed suit, although he took longer than thirty seconds to choose. Kiana and Callie came after him, not wanting to get in anyone's way. Rhythm, not caring at all with what egg she got, picked up the final egg.

After everyone picked their egg, Chris gave them the green light to smash them. Even though Chris ordered them to smash the egg on themselves, some of them (Betty, Zeyad, Tristan) elected to smash them on the ground, not wanting to get their clothes dirty. Kiana and Callie originally balked, but went through with it after seeing the remaining fifteen campers follow through with it. After roughly thirty seconds of egg breaking, the teams were revealed, and Chris ordered the campers to stand on their respective coloured mats that corresponded with their colour.

"On the blue team, also known as the Merciless Moose, are Alejandro, Laila, Aaron, Kiana, Tristan, Betty, Zeyad, Rhythm, Devin, and Katelyn," Chris announced, "On the red team, also known as the Wild Wolverines, are Alexander, Callie, Matthew, Cassie, Tory, Ellie, Fedor, Amalia, Daniel, and Veronica."

"Excuse me!" Callie exclaimed as she raised her hand in politeness, "When can we go settle into our cabins?"

"Thank you, Callie! That's the perfect segué into your first challenge!" Chris announced, "If you notice over there, in between the two rickety cabins, there is a luxurious mini-mansion!"

The twenty campers turned around to see a marble-coloured, two story mini-mansion resting in between two cabins. According to Chris, inside the mansion were several hotel-room quality bedrooms, a hot tub, a large living room, a kitchen with a well-maintained staff, and a dining room with an elegant dining table. It was the ideal location for anyone to stay during their time at Camp Wawanakwa.

"Every week, the team who wins immunity has the right to stay in the mini-mansion until the next immunity challenge," Chris explained, "Right now, the front door to the mini-mansion is locked. The two keys that can open the door are hidden somewhere on this island. The first team to find the right key and unlock the door wins immunity, forcing the other team to go and vote someone off tonight. Understood?"

"Do we get any clues?" Amalia asked.

"C'mon! If I did that, it would be way too easy!" Chris rationalized as he pulled out an airhorn, "Ready, set, GO!"

The horn sounded, and the two teams ran out to search for the keys. They didn't know where to go or what the key looked like, but if there was one thought that they all shared, it was that they needed to win immunity. No one wanted to be the reason that their team lost, and no one wanted to be the first person voted off. While they thought that they knew what they were getting into, at the end of the day, it was Total Drama Island, and it would always be unpredictable.