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A year following Total Drama Island, eight alumni have traveled to Blackwood Mountain, spending their weekend together as a catch-up trip, to reminisce over their past torture. What they don't know is that someone is lurking the mountains, stalking them until the perfect opportunity to end their lives is present. Will any of them survive until dawn? Only your decisions will determine who makes it out alive.

Characters

BridgetteUDCourtneyUDDuncanUDGeoffUD
GwenUDHeatherUDNoahUDTrentUD

Chapters

Prologue: Absence

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Spoke a skinny, tanned teenage girl with black pigtails, wearing a black and white striped crop-top, and pink shorts. She shivered in the snow storm, not having anything to shield her from the cold, frosty weather, other than the warmth of her best friend's hand interlocked with hers. "W-we've been walking out here for hours, now!" She could hardly finish her sentence, gasping for air, while squeezing her hand, tight.

The girl beside her wore the same outfit and hairstyle, but was relatively thicker, and had much whiter skin to her best friend. "Katie, trust me, I'm going to get us out of here!" They continued to trek through the thick snow, as fast as they could.

"W-what was that?" Katie was instantly alerted to the sound of something moving in the nearby bushes, as shrieked in horror. "D-do you think he's still following us, Sadie?" She was horrified at the thought of being stalked, and tried to move faster, but could barely find the energy to keep up in the weather and situation they were win.

Sadie panted heavily, not turning her head back. "No one's gonna' follow us through here! We should almost be at the lodge by now!"

Katie still continued to peer behind her, believing they were being followed. "Well," Katie blocked the snow from covering her eyes, while still talking to her best friend, "is your sense of direction really the best? We should have ran back to the car! We totally wouldn't be in this mess right now!"

Sadie turned back, giving Katie a glare. "And then, what? Be bait for him to like, I don't know, murder us to death?" She shook her head, and kept walking. "Just trust me on this one, BFFL."

"Alright, I'm sorry for doubting you." Katie replied, as the blizzard had gotten heavier and more forceful, making it even more difficult for them both to keep up. "Are we there yet? I can't see anything past this stupid, brutal storm!" Katie protested, as her heartbeat increased, and tried to look for the nearest refuge.

"I-I don't know, I hope so," Sadie could barely mutter, and this gave Katie little reassurance about their situation at all. 

"Oh. My. God. We're going to die out here, Sadie!" Katie sniffled, her last hope in their survival being crushed.

"I know..." Sadie could barely force out her words, and too broke into tears, squeezing Katie's hand tighter. "But just like, keep walking, okay? I know we can do it... I think I can see something!"

Sadie, believing to have found some form of safety, increased the pace, tugging Katie along, who could barely keep herself standing. "G-go on without me, Sadie," she coughed out, shivering from the extremely cold weather, and eyes shutting. Sadie looked down, about to burst into tears again.

"No! I'm not leaving without you!" Sadie tugged her along harder, helping her keep up, and suddenly froze in fear as she heard something mutter behind her. "W-what was that?"

Katie turned her head back, and her eyes widened in fear. "I-it's him! He's going t-to... k-kill us!" Her teeth chattered, as she made direct eye contact with the unknown man, wielding a blade in his pocket, and had a large amount of clothing on to conceal his identity. The two girls attempted to sprint as fast as they could, but were ultimately blocked as they found themselves at the edge of the cliff.

"Oh no!" Sadie yelled out, as she almost slipped over the egde, and looked over and noticed the man menacingly approaching the two. "Stay with me Katie, I'm going to get us out of this."

Katie shook her head, and took one step back in fear, which would be her last mistake. She let out a squeal as there was no ground before her, and found herself plummeting below, and dragging Sadie down with her. However, she found herself hanging on to Sadie's hand, as Sadie held on to a nearby ledge, barely able to support both her and Katie's weight, and her lack of energy as well.

"H-hold on!" Sadie held one hand tightly in place, and used her foot to support herself on a nearby ledge, and held Katie dangling to her impending doom, and felt her hand slipping even more, as Katie tried her hardest to keep a firm grip.

The two girls looked up, and noticed their alleged stalker extending his hand to Sadie. However, Sadie's only free hand was holding up Katie, and accepting his help would leave her to die.

Sadie looked back down at her best friend, tears dripping from her eyes, as she felt her grasp on her hand get weaker and weaker, as Katie slipped lower and lower, which would soon leave her plummeting to her death. "I-I'm so sorry, b-but we can't both die..." Sadie shook her head, not wanting to let go.

Katie squealed, and tried to grab onto Sadie with her right hand to help keep her up, but couldn't swing it in place. She looked her friend in the eyes, feeling betrayed and a whole range of emotions ranging from fear, betrayal and others she couldn't describe. "D-don't do this! Please, don't let me die!"

"AGH!" Katie squealed, voice echoing through the forest as Sadie released her. She looked down, and found herself plummeting into a nearby cave, her body being a rag doll tossed around boulder to boulder, before ultimately colliding with the floor, with cuts, and scratches all over her body, and neck snapped from one piercing her forcefully. A pool of blood began to form, but Sadie couldn't make out what happened due to the height.

"Katie!" Sadie called out, regretting her decision, but needed to reach safety. She looked back up, and extended her free hand to the man, but ultimately slipped up, and screamed violently as she found herself plummeting in the same direction Katie did.

After multiple collisions, Sadie's body, rolled against the cavern ground, tainted in blood, lying next to her deceased friend, eyes shutting.

Chapter 1: Reminiscence

She lifted her thick black jacket over her dark shirt, and matching skirt, and stockings beneath. Her hair was multiple shades of midnight blue, which matched her gothic attire. The girl watched as the vehicle creaked, zooming through the snow and left her alone, intimidated, as she looked upon the tall black gate, resting her hand on the entrance. "Here goes nothing," she muttered to herself, pushing open the gate open, and shutting it behind her. Before her was a long, snowy trail which would lead to the cable-car station, used to traverse easily up the mountain, where the ski lodge was located.

Gwen hadn't been in here in roughly a year, a trip infamous as it led to the disappearance of fellow cast mates, Katie and Sadie. She didn't know why she decided to return given the negativity that lead from Total Drama Island, but wanting to reunite and mourn seemed like a better idea than spending the weekend with her parents.

As she head reached the top of the slope, she peered at her surroundings. Tall, snow covered mountains, and not to mention a lovely night sky, which she spent a few moments observing. She rarely had quiet, soothing moments like these, as her life was general chaos thanks to the media and her family always disrupting her.

"Ugh, so you got invited too?" Spoke a snarky teenager, and she looked back and noticed the girl with long black hair, asian descent, and relatively attractive as well. "Well, well, well, Gwen. It's certainly been a while." She folded her arms.

Gwen sighed, unenthusiastic to keep the conversation going, due to her disdain for the women who had made her life hell on both social media and reality television. "Hey, your hair has grown back nicely, Heather. Did you use a new product? Preferably licked out of Owen's belly-button?" She smirked, reminiscing on Heather's head being shaved during the final three challenge, and wanted to do it to Heather's regrown head.

"Very funny," Heather shot daggers, and rolled her dark eyes into the back of the head, chuckling, "but I'd really like to keep up with you. How are your cavities or herpes from drinking punch out of a summer camp toilet bowl, or are they a result of your night job?"

"What do you want?" Gwen wanted to get down to business, not wanting to continue talking to Heather any longer. "Do you just get a kick out of being a stone cold bitch?"

Heather raised her eyes, albeit entertained by the pathetic quarrel between herself and Gwen, and gave her a disappointed look. "I was fairly invited here too by your guitar-slinging loverboy, who if I recall correctly, kissed me, but I have standards so you don't need to worry about me chasing your boyfriend, or anything."

Gwen was infuriated with Heather, knowing the reaction she was trying to get out of her. "We broke up. You can have him."

"Oh my, how could I forget you dated a two-timing fake bully who happened to get our two very close friends, into life-threatening danger and probably dead?" Heather replied, and walked over to the cable-car station door, to head inside. "You have an extremely excellent taste in men, by the way."

"Go fuck yourself," Gwen muttered underneath her breath, annoyed with Heather's constant antagonistic behavior.

Heather knew she spoke something, but couldn't quite make out what Gwen was saying. "I beg your pardon? You were saying?" She smiled, and held her hand on the door-knob, twisting it but despite her attempts, it wouldn't open it. "Huh? What the hell? Stupid piece of junk garbage, open!"

Heather's attempts at opening the door was amusing for a few moments, but the rattling and grunting along with swears she muttered got old fast, and despite Heather's behavior, Gwen decided to be the bigger woman and help her out. "Here, allow me," Gwen stood up, approaching the girl.

"Didn't figure you for the type to be a decent person." Heather smirked, confused as to why Gwen would actually help without being requested to.

"Right back at ya', sweetheart," Gwen smirked, walking over to the door, "watch and learn, it's not all strategy." Heather folded her arms. "We'll see about that."

Gwen looked down at the rugged brown mat which read 'Welcome' and lifted it up, shaking dirt and snow off of it, and beneath it was a small white key. She grabbed it and put it through the handle, twisted it, and the door opened. "Voila!"

"Thanks, I guess." Heather found it difficult to use manners, but found it appropriate in this situation. She was always off-putting to people, so to see someone like Gwen help her out was something of a shock. She shook it off after zoning out in thought, and walked through the entrance. "Are you coming, or what, idi-"

"Whoa-" Gwen cut her off. "Because I did that, you can't be a bitch to me for the rest of the day, alright?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I can pretend you don't exist for the next few hours until its midnight, if that's what you want. I'm good at that."

"Better than where we were before." Gwen muttered, then looked up. "You go on by yourself, I'm just gonna' chill out here for a bit before we get to all the drama up at the lodge, I mean, it's inevitable.

"Just can the pathetic attempts to bond with me," Heather shut the door behind her, "because I do not want to vomit this time."

"Figure it out yourself," Gwen muttered, taking a seat on a metal chair on the cable-car station's porch, as she watched in amusement as Heather kept twisting the doorknob desperately, but to no avail, "you had it coming."

Heather growled, looking over to Gwen, furious with her decision. "Oh yeah, just be a petty, selfish twat because your love life is a total mess so I take it out on others," she rolled her eyes, and ultimately took a step back from the door, "you're pathetic. Stop trying to get sympathy since it's not working, sheesh."

Heather took a deep breath, and charged at the door, but despite that, it would not budge. Gwen continued looking on despite Heather's disdain, and she elbowed the small square window on the door, but it wouldn't bust. "So, time to break in, I guess. Why couldn't have that tool, you know, anticipated we'd be using this?"

Gwen trailed off into her own thoughts, mainly about Trent, but the smashing sound of glass immediately caught her attention to Heather, who had just thrown a nearby brick through the window. "What the hell are you doing? There was a spare key under the mat?"

"Well, maybe if you weren't throwing a hissy fit I would have known that," Heather yelled back, and reached her arm through the hole which originally was a window, and unlocked the door from the inside, opened it,and slammed it behind her, "pleasure doing business with you, goth face."


Sadie looked back down at her best friend, tears dripping from her eyes, as she felt her grasp on her hand get weaker and weaker, as Katie slipped lower and lower, which would soon leave her plummeting to her death. "I-I'm so sorry, b-but we can't both die..." Sadie shook her head, not wanting to let go.

Katie squealed, and tried to grab onto Sadie with her right hand to help keep her up, but couldn't swing it in place. She looked her friend in the eyes, feeling betrayed and a whole range of emotions ranging from fear, betrayal and others she couldn't describe. "D-don't do this! Please, don't let me die!"

"B-best friends forever... I d-don't want to be apart from you!" Sadie yelled out to Katie, and released her hand, and both squealed as they plummeted to their impending doom. Their bodies both collided forcibly into boulders, with Katie's spine snapping from the force and position in which she landed, with Sadie following her.

Their lifeless bodies lied on the cold, dark cavern floor, a pool of blood forming below them.

Chapter 1: Reminiscence

She lifted her thick black jacket over her dark shirt, and matching skirt, and stockings beneath. Her hair was multiple shades of midnight blue, which matched her gothic attire. The girl watched as the vehicle creaked, zooming through the snow and left her alone, intimidated, as she looked upon the tall black gate, resting her hand on the entrance. "Here goes nothing," she muttered to herself, pushing open the gate open, and shutting it behind her. Before her was a long, snowy trail which would lead to the cable-car station, used to traverse easily up the mountain, where the ski lodge was located.

Gwen hadn't been in here in roughly a year, a trip infamous as it led to the disappearance of fellow cast mates, Katie and Sadie. She didn't know why she decided to return given the negativity that lead from Total Drama Island, but wanting to reunite and mourn seemed like a better idea than spending the weekend with her parents.

As she head reached the top of the slope, she peered at her surroundings. Tall, snow covered mountains, and not to mention a lovely night sky, which she spent a few moments observing. She rarely had quiet, soothing moments like these, as her life was general chaos thanks to the media and her family always disrupting her.

"Ugh, so you got invited too?" Spoke a snarky teenager, and she looked back and noticed the girl with long black hair, asian descent, and relatively attractive as well. "Well, well, well, Gwen. It's certainly been a while." She folded her arms.

Gwen sighed, unenthusiastic to keep the conversation going, due to her disdain for the women who had made her life hell on both social media and reality television. "Hey, your hair has grown back nicely, Heather. Did you use a new product? Preferably licked out of Owen's belly-button?" She smirked, reminiscing on Heather's head being shaved during the final three challenge, and wanted to do it to Heather's regrown head.

"Very funny," Heather shot daggers, and rolled her dark eyes into the back of the head, chuckling, "but I'd really like to keep up with you. How are your cavities or herpes from drinking punch out of a summer camp toilet bowl, or are they a result of your night job?"

"What do you want?" Gwen wanted to get down to business, not wanting to continue talking to Heather any longer. "Do you just get a kick out of being a stone cold bitch?"

Heather raised her eyes, albeit entertained by the pathetic quarrel between herself and Gwen, and gave her a disappointed look. "I was fairly invited here too by your guitar-slinging loverboy, who if I recall correctly, kissed me, but I have standards so you don't need to worry about me chasing your boyfriend, or anything."

Gwen was infuriated with Heather, knowing the reaction she was trying to get out of her. "We broke up. You can have him."

"Oh my, how could I forget you dated a two-timing fake bully who happened to get our two very close friends, into life-threatening danger and probably dead?" Heather replied, and walked over to the cable-car station door, to head inside. "You have an extremely excellent taste in men, by the way."

"Go fuck yourself," Gwen muttered underneath her breath, annoyed with Heather's constant antagonistic behavior.

Heather knew she spoke something, but couldn't quite make out what Gwen was saying. "I beg your pardon? You were saying?" She smiled, and held her hand on the door-knob, twisting it but despite her attempts, it wouldn't open it. "Huh? What the hell? Stupid piece of junk garbage, open!"

Heather's attempts at opening the door was amusing for a few moments, but the rattling and grunting along with swears she muttered got old fast, and despite Heather's behavior, Gwen decided to be the bigger woman and help her out. "Here, allow me," Gwen stood up, approaching the girl.

"Didn't figure you for the type to be a decent person." Heather smirked, confused as to why Gwen would actually help without being requested to.

"Right back at ya', sweetheart," Gwen smirked, walking over to the door, "watch and learn, it's not all strategy." Heather folded her arms. "We'll see about that."

Gwen looked down at the rugged brown mat which read 'Welcome' and lifted it up, shaking dirt and snow off of it, and beneath it was a small white key. She grabbed it and put it through the handle, twisted it, and the door opened. "Voila!"

"Thanks, I guess." Heather found it difficult to use manners, but found it appropriate in this situation. She was always off-putting to people, so to see someone like Gwen help her out was something of a shock. She shook it off after zoning out in thought, and walked through the entrance. "Are you coming, or what, idi-"

"Whoa-" Gwen cut her off. "Because I did that, you can't be a bitch to me for the rest of the day, alright?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I can pretend you don't exist for the next few hours until its midnight, if that's what you want. I'm good at that."

"Better than where we were before." Gwen muttered, then looked up. "You go on by yourself, I'm just gonna' chill out here for a bit before we get to all the drama up at the lodge, I mean, it's inevitable.

"Just can the pathetic attempts to bond with me," Heather shut the door behind her, "because I do not want to vomit this time."

"Figure it out yourself," Gwen muttered, taking a seat on a metal chair on the cable-car station's porch, as she watched in amusement as Heather kept twisting the doorknob desperately, but to no avail, "you had it coming."

Heather growled, looking over to Gwen, furious with her decision. "Oh yeah, just be a petty, selfish twat because your love life is a total mess so I take it out on others," she rolled her eyes, and ultimately took a step back from the door, "you're pathetic. Stop trying to get sympathy since it's not working, sheesh."

Heather took a deep breath, and charged at the door, but despite that, it would not budge. Gwen continued looking on despite Heather's disdain, and she elbowed the small square window on the door, but it wouldn't bust. "So, time to break in, I guess. Why couldn't have that tool, you know, anticipated we'd be using this?"

Gwen trailed off into her own thoughts, mainly about Trent, but the smashing sound of glass immediately caught her attention to Heather, who had just thrown a nearby brick through the window. "What the hell are you doing? There was a spare key under the mat?"

"Well, maybe if you weren't throwing a hissy fit I would have known that," Heather yelled back, and reached her arm through the hole which originally was a window, and unlocked the door from the inside, opened it,and slammed it behind her, "pleasure doing business with you, goth face."



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Prologue

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Chapter 1

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