Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doin' fine. You guys are on my mind. You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see: I wanna be famous. I wanna live close to the sun. Go pack your bags, 'cause I've already won. Everything to prove. Nothing in my way. I'll get there one day. Cause, I wanna be famous! Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na! I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous. Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na! I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous.
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I don't remember getting here. I don't remember packing my bag nor what I was doing here. All I remember was a ruckus outside my home when I got a call saying I had been accepted to appear in a reality show that I did not apply for, but they had proof that I had applied. A man was waiting with me by the docks, waiting for the boat that would pick me up before the next one would arrive. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen the man before. Maybe on television? No. That's absurd.
"Just try to not die, okay? And under no circumstances should you ever use your quirk. You'll just get kicked from the show if you do." the man advised.
Quirk? Aether. I can... I'm not so sure, but at least I vaguely remember the name of it. It's sad to say I don't know or remember the man's name. I wish I did. He seems pretty chill. For the most part.
"Your ride is here." A yacht? "Don't die, Enarigo. Just find Cellophane to help you."
I have no idea what he is talking about. I thought about it as I took my two bags and walked onto the yacht that'll take me to the island. Enarigo. A name so foreign yet oddly familiar. And cellophane. He wants me to find tape? Scotch tape? How the hell is that supposed to help me? I'm confused.
"Oh, don't worry Miss [L/N]. You'll do fine. I hope you get far." Why is their an anthropmorphic... uh bear (no that's not right), um mouse (no), weasel (no)... -whatever he is- that can talk? This is going to be a weird day. "Oh, look, we're here. And you're the first one to arrive."
I nodded to the weird talking animal and walked off the yacht with my bags onto the dock. A man with funky glasses and big hair greeted me. "Welcome! It's our first contestant, [Y/N] [L/N]!" He was loud too. And why was he talking like one would if a camera was present?
"Um... who are you?" I asked him.
"Hizashi Yamada! But you may call me Present Mic!" the loud blonde told me.
"Yeah, no. I'll just call you Yamada." I told him as I stood on the dock and watched the yacht go away. This whole thing is weird. Maybe it wouldn't if I wasn't experiencing mild amnesia. I'm pretty sure I didn't go underage drinking with my peers last night. Maybe I did and that's why I don't remember this. Yeah that's probably what it is.
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Everyone had arrived for the reality show, our teams were chosen, and we took a group picture. Now we were on a "tour" of the campground. Now the "tour" simply consisted of the walk to our cabins, the comunal bathrooms, and the mess hall. Our cabins were last on the list so we can settle on in as soon as we got there. I side as I plopped my things on the deck of the cabin.
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Total Drama |Hanta Sero/ Cellophane x Reader|
Fanfiction[Y/N] never thought she would be apart of a reality show with a bunch of teenagers just like her. Teenagers with quirks aspiring to be... whatever it is they're here for.
