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A/N: Letters will be written like this.

I was free and made a deal with my probation officer that I would do Total Drama instead of community service and by being on camera it meant my officer would know where I was at all times and that I would be on my best behavior. Total Drama wanted a bad boy from Juvie and Chris himself sent out letters to juvenile detention centers requesting them to send him one. I jumped on that just to get out. My officer was thrilled he wouldn't have to keep tabs on me, someone else was not happy though, I would soon find out that my probation officer wasn't the only one watching my time on the show.

It started with my 6th day on the show, Chef Hatchet came around to the cabins to do a mail call. By this time most of our families have had time to write letters to us and send them out so we were all sitting on our bunks and reading them and missing our families. I waited for Chef to leave our cabin and everyone to start reading before I even looked at mine, I just assumed it was from my Mother and instantly opened it.

It's a shame you had to leave me all alone so soon, Sweetie. Make sure you're being good.

-Mal

I crumpled up the letter and tossed it in the garbage while I looked around at everyone else reading and replying to their letters. I needed a cigarette.

On the 12th here, we just spent a shitty night in the woods and then we all discussed our fears. I really liked Courtney and she didn't know anything about my past in Juvie so this was a brand new start for me. We ended up cuddling in the woods and then I confessed my fear of Celine Dion cardboard standee's. Courtney took the edge off, she was bossy but I liked my women on the bossier side. It was two days after that I got another letter.

Hello again, Sweetie.

Just wanted to remind you about what I told you right before you made your escape to that show. They air it daily, I'm glad for that but I'm not pleased with that girl...Courtney? Is that her name? She's all wrong for you and I'm kindly suggesting to you to not take things any further then you've already done.

Celine Dion? Really, Sweetie? That's not your biggest fear and I know you lied to them. If you told them your biggest fear was coming back to your rightful place in juvie with me, can you imagine how it'd be if they sent you back here for a night alone with me? You'd never want to go back and see that Courtney again.

-Mal

I threw that letter away too! He needs to stop. I'm getting my act together and staying out of Juvie so he can just forget about us ever seeing each other again.

Twenty-fucking-seven! 27 letters this asshole has written to me during my time on Total Drama Island. Things have been rocky with Courtney as Mal predicted but we were going really strong. The final three was Owen, Gwen and Heather and they send me to the playa. At least there I got my own room and the lap of luxury. I haven't opened any letters after the 8th letter and just started telling them 'return to sender' but they always came back. He returned-returned to sender! I wasn't even the sender! How does that even work?

I finally opened the 27th letter, it seems he was getting annoyed that I wasn't writing and it was like we were on the same page and counting these letters...

Sweetie,

This is the 27th letter I've sent you, I've been writing to you multiple times a day. It's clear you haven't been following my instructions and you started 'dating' this Girl. That's sweet, laughable but sweet. She thinks she's yours but you're mine.

You know this.

I'm incredibly proud of my Sweetie for making it as far as he did in this game. Everyone's proud of Mal's needy little prison bitch. The good news is now that you're out of the game and this damn show is coming to an end, your probation officer will be bringing you back to your rightful place with me.

-Mal

Mal was right, my probation officer would send me back after this was over. I wasn't on my best behavior this season, especially with Harold. What am I going to do?

Luck was on my side, fighting over a suitcase for some money. If I found it and made it to the dock, I could win and put my life back together and not have to see Mal again. Unfortunately, I got carried away and fell off the dock of shame and into the camp lake with a bunch of other people. The only good thing about that was it meant I would be returning to be on Total Drama Action in a few days.

A day before the new season started, I got letter number 28 and dreaded opening it. I should have just thrown it out but part of me wanted to know what the bastard thought of me not coming back to him.

Sweetie,

I'll be the first to admit that I'm disappointed to hear that you're not returning as soon as I anticipated. I heard about it from the guards, would have been nice to hear it from you considering while you wait to go on the next season, you can pick up a phone.

Oh, the night I had planned for my special Sweetie when he came home to me in our small yet comfortable cell. Can you imagine my disgust and disappointment when the guard opened my cell door and brought me another roommate? I had the biggest smile on my face expecting my Juvie bitch to finally be back where he belongs. Don't you worry though, I promise you that you'll have your bed when you return. I'm getting rid of this guy, who the fuck do these guards think they are trying to replace you in our cell?

I did watch you try your best to get that suitcase. I told you about Courtney, didn't I? She left my poor Sweetie with a possible broken or twisted ankle. How selfish of her to leave my property injured like that. I wished I was there, that bitch would have been crocodile food.

Regardless of how much I'm annoyed with you ever signing the contract to get yourself suckered into this mess, I'm still wishing you the best of luck when this season starts. I'll be watching you daily.

Behave.

-Mal

I ruined his plans? That's great! I figured he'd have 'something special' planned for us to 'welcome me home' and that part of my life was over. My probation officer called me and told me to just try to get along with Harold better this season...or to at least not put his underwear in a sandwich. I've met some really great people by doing this show, none of them had criminal records and it was new to me and I loved it. I never planned on seeing Mal or a prison cell ever again.

I did pretty good in season two, that is until Courtney came back to the show looking hot in that blonde wig. We were pretty rocky but I still loved her and her bossy personality. I found it hard to stay away from her. We did a caveman era challenge and she wore an incredibly hot furkini. We ended up standing on a small platform and she kissed me. I wanted to get back together with her. So what if she was willing to let me die to a crocodile? It was for money after all, I would have done the same.

We also wrestled in a ball pit and she had her legs wrapped practically around my neck. I could have stayed there with her forever...or until she choked me down with her firm grip on me. She was competitive and I didn't mind, it turned me on.

We talked all night and she gave me a bunch of 'homework' to read and memorize if I wanted to be in a relationship with her. One of the rules was I had to compliment her once every hour. I was tired but I didn't mind, in both of my relationships...if you could even call the first one a relationship I always had rules.

A few days later, I returned to my trailer from a challenge and I was fed up with Princess's rules. I just wanted to go to sleep. That's when I saw a letter on my bunk...letter number 33 to be exact. I shouldn't open it, I've already got a bossy Girlfriend who still has no clue about my bossy 'Boyfriend' in juvie. I sighed to and laid on the bed as I tore open the envelope.

My dear precious Sweetie,

I'm sitting in our cell, I got rid of my unwanted cellmate, don't you worry I didn't kill him, he just had a little accident down a flight of metal stairs. How are you? It's been awhile since we've spoken and I'm still waiting for the day you decide to call your owner.

I understand if you don't want to tell me how you're doing, you're probably rolling your eyes as you read this and thinking "Mal, my love you can see me on TV all the time! I've just been too busy faking relationships to write back to you but I promise you that when I come see you, I'll make it up to you in any way you desire."

Don't worry, Sweetie. I promise you that I'll give you everything you could possibly desire when you return. I can see it in your eyes when I watch you, they can't edit that look in your eyes out. You need to get rid of Courtney from the game, it's making your popularity at juvie go right down the toilet. The others here aren't happy you're attempting to cheat on me and if I'm being honest, I'm not thrilled with it either. Are you?

Courtney's your 'Princess' now? You gave her a nickname, a pet name of ownership. I wonder where you got that idea from, Sweetie? I've been meaning to address that. I guess some things just don't change.

Let's talk about you spending a night alone in a trailer with Courtney in her big comfy bed...ALONE?! Sweetie, that's a no-no and unfortunately there were no cameras in there so I'm going to have to hear the whole story from you when I have you home. Did I catch a slight erection from you when she was wearing that furry bikini? Maybe you do slightly like her and that's also a no-no. I do have people on the outside who owe me favors, Darling.

You get her out of the game or I'll get her out of life itself.

-Mal

My popularity at juvie was going down the toilet? That's just great! I'm doing so well here but if I end up slipping and going back not only was Mal going to be mad at me for 'cheating' and getting a girlfriend but there was clearly going to be an issue with the guys there too and Mal wouldn't pity me at all and help me out of it either.

I guess I had to get my Princess out of the game.

"You voted for me?!" Courtney yelled at the elimination ceremony. Chris was sending Owen home for not doing what he was brought back to do and Courtney was going to the lame-o-limo or whatever the fuck Chris called it. It was a beat up piece of shit anyway. "We're done and you're going to hear from my lawyer!"

"Sorry Court..." I muttered and thought for a second before speaking. "Nothing personal..."

I stepped into the confessional, well more like I was shoved into it by an intern to speak about being in the final two and about me. I had to think of some bullshit to say of why I brought Beth instead of Princ-Court.

"Courtney's popularity is going down the toilet." I told the confessional camera. "I don't want to go down with her."

Then Chris announced that Beth and I would be the final two and we waited and waited for two days of down time before our final challenge and then we had to go on the aftermath show. I needed to win this, this was my chance to get the money and start over.

The second Beth and I decided to do a tie and enter at the same time, we shocked the whole cast who didn't know what to do. I'm sure we shocked the viewing audience as well. Beth and I both had to sit on this throne that wasn't supposed to seat two people and it was cramped.

Finally after 3 hours of doing ridiculous tie breakers with Beth, Chris showed up and decided that the losers would all play a major role and vote for who they wanted to win.

I..won?...I won!...I won!

How the fuck did I win?! Courtney being competitive and clearly wanting a cut came running over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Duncan! We're rich!" Courtney beamed happily. "You did it!"

"Woah, Woah..." I told her and went to get her greedy hands off of me. "Not so fast Sister! Who said I'd share anything with you?"

She grabbed my face and kissed me in a way I've never been kissed before and I wrapped my arms around her waist, close enough to touch her ass if I really wanted to and trust me, I did.

We ended up going for dinner after to celebrate my...well our money and it was a long night with paparazzi following me and asking me how it went.

I normally would have been worried about Mal harming Courtney but it no longer bothered me because I would have my money soon enough and I could start over and even hire a cheap hit on Mal if he kept his shit up.

I wanted to be famous and out of juvie and I got both of those things. I just hoped I wouldn't have to now go back 'Home' with my 'Boyfriend'

Unfortunately, I found out from Chris about 6 days later that my new life plans were about to be shattered. He spent all of the prize money on some hot tub for a plane? What kind of excuse is that? Courtney told me I should file a lawsuit against him but I didn't want to because Chris McLean was the only reason I even got freedom in the first place.

Courtney and I were fighting like crazy once she found out that neither of us were getting that money and that I refused to file a lawsuit too. I tried to 'adopt' a raccoon with her to bring us closer together. Truth be told? I found it when I climbed on a dumpster to attempt to break into the local mall. She loved it, named the thing Brittany. It still couldn't save us and we ended it. The bitch wanted a lawsuit? I played by her rules and sued her for custody of it.

The Gemmy awards were in 3 weeks and that was why I told my probation officer that I couldn't go back to juvie just yet. It was after my check in with him that I returned home and found letter 34 waiting for me.

Hello Sweetie,

I know it's been awhile since you've gotten a letter from me. My apologizes, I was too busy beaming to everyone in juvie about how my precious little bitch won Total Drama Action this season. We all watched it live, I made quite a bit of money betting on you to win. You didn't let me down.

I'm incredibly proud of you for winning...for us.

How much longer do you suppose you're going to be gone, my love? You do realize you've been gone almost 7 months now. The only pleasure I get now is stroking myself when I see you on the TV screen. Nobody dares to say anything to me about it. They know just how much I crave you and they know I will have you the second you step foot in this facility.

Everyone has been instructed not to ask you how the show was, at least not until I had my Sweetie first. You will immediately come and see me the second the guards pat you down when you enter.

Let's talk about your 'Princess' she wanted your money, not you. What a fucking bitch! I guess little miss B.I.T.C.H. can't see how submissive you are, how sensitive you be and how needy you actually are. If I was there, she would have been dead where she stood. I assume you didn't tell her that you have someone waiting for you? However, since I see that things went down hill for the two of you, no doubt because you know she'll never please you the way I can, I decided there is no longer a need to ask for a favor to take her out.

I see you also remembered something else your master has taught you. The way you wrapped your arms around her when she kissed you, you swiftly and discreetly made your hands down for any easy ass grab. Now remember who does that to his needy little Sweetie. You seemed hesitant, I'm glad for that but I also think you were deciding if you wanted to pinch her ass like I always do to you to get those cute little surprised squeaks from you. I look forward to doing it again.

I spoke to a guard who spoke to your probation officer...3 weeks, you better be home.

-Your owner
Mal

I groaned and threw the letter in garbage. He didn't need to worry, he'd finally get his wish and see me, his 'Sweetie' after harassing me for 7 months...has it been that long already? Unfortunately, I'd have no money for my new chance at life I wanted or any money for him.

The three weeks had passed and I was set to go to the Gemmy awards, I lost custody of the raccoon but so did Courtney. Turns out, it was illegal to own one. I lawyered up for nothing. Chris locks all of us out and tells us we're old news. I didn't care, I already knew my fate and that tomorrow I'd be 'Mal's Sweetie' tomorrow. I begged and pleaded to my probation officer to find somewhere else to do community service.

Next thing I know, this new purple haired girl gave some speech about us and how great we were. DJ and his Mom loaded all of us into a bus and Courtney ended up driving and almost crashing, I suppose that was my fault, I ended up sitting in the drivers seat with her in my lap...It was nice to actually have someone in my lap instead of being in his for once.

Then we made out. I guess we were back on?

Chris eventually came to save everyone after we got stranded and he told us along with the guy driving the dirtbag bus and the purple haired girl that we'd all get to be on something called Total Drama World Tour and that we'd be traveling from country to country. Maybe this was my answer? I didn't have to go back to juvie AND I got free plane rides around the world and can easily get off at any time and bounce.

It didn't take long actually...Courtney made me go over a pyramid and I stupidly offered to bring Gwen along. I wouldn't say it was a bad idea, Gwen is hot but the constant fighting? Nope, I told Chris I was out and refused to sing.

"Last stop for all losers!" Chris announced as he prepared to shove Zeke and myself out of the plane.

"What?" I asked him, I looked confused and team victory even looked surprised. "You said you were taking me home!"

"Yeah...but..." Chris awkwardly told me and smirked. "We're not going that way..."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I fell out of the plane and landed and got stuck in Egypt. This suc-No, wait this is actually great news! No cameras following me and if they weren't following me then I could get a fresh start without anyone knowing where I was...including Mal!

After hitchhiking and doing odd jobs for 2 weeks, I got enough money to get a plane ticket to England. I decided that would be the safest place for me to go. They have some really cool grunge and emo bands here and I found myself liking the people.

What odd jobs did I have to take to make that amount of money in 2 weeks? Well, I'm not proud of myself and I still don't know how I got out of it alive. The people who picked me up in Egypt? Turns out they were looking for a hit man and I've listened to enough Mal's pillow talks after he and I would have sex to know a few stories of how he harmed people so I took a page from Mal's book.

I can't convince myself it was easy. It wasn't, I just didn't want to die out in the dessert alone where nobody would ever find me. My first shot was sloppy and loud, I'm lucky I didn't get caught. I ended up dragging the body away and tossing it in a river. The second one? It was also loud, I spent 3 hours digging a grave for her. The people who hired me didn't seem to care, they just wanted it done.

That's how I got to England with enough money to rent a small apartment above one of those dive bars. I was done with Total Drama, Juvie and Mal.

That's what I wanted to believe until I went grocery shopping at a small corner shop to get some food. I saw a letter sticking out of my mailbox. How?! I didn't tell anyone I was in England let alone my new address. I pulled it out and instantly knew what it was...letter 35.

Hi Sweetie,

How's England? I wouldn't really say you picked the best place to reside but at least you got out of that awful desert. When you get back to juvie, we'll have to get both of us out on good behavior so I can properly show you how to dispose of a nasty, stinky body so you don't get any more nasty blood stains on those clothes of yours. I suppose I can't be too pissed at you, can I? I trained you how to do many things but killing wasn't one of them.

Maybe you should just leave that to your man and sit back and look pretty for me? I'm not sure I really want to teach my Sweetie how to kill, we wouldn't want Sweetie turning on his owner, would we?

The one good thing I can say about you taking off is you did manage to leave Courtney, I'd rather you live alone then in a space with her or even Gwen, who in case you haven't noticed by now seems to have a thing for you...I know I've noticed it.

I've noticed a lot of things, mainly the fact it's now been 8 months and one week that we've been apart. By the time you see me again, you're going to forget what I look like and what I expect of you in your role but that's okay, I have no problem reteaching you those lessons so you'll be perfect...just for me.

I want you home NOW and I'm starting to think that you have no intentions of coming back to your rightful place as my juvie bitch. If I don't see you back here in 3 days, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take some more drastic actions. You have 3 days, MAKE IT WORK!

-Forever yours
Mal

Okay...now I'm scared. How did he know where to find me? If I don't go back I'm fucked and he's going to be furious. I guess it's time to accept my fate and be his Sweetie again. I can't run from him forever.

I grabbed my duffel bag and went to look at the dive bar downstairs. I wanted one last look at the place before I would attempt to use the last bit of the money I made from those hits I did. Hopefully this was at least enough to get me closer so I could call Mal and tell him to stop writing to me and that I'd be 'Home and his' again in 3 days.

I had no other options at this point.

Mal seemed to know where I was at all times. I would have thought he would have gotten over me within a week. That's how juvie works, when you lose one bitch you find another and don't obsessively write things to your old one.

As I walked walked to use the bathroom in the bar before I left...well I don't know what happened. The music was loud and I felt someone shove something over my head and it was too hard to make out voices with this thing on my head.

I had hands on my back and was being shoved out the front door. What was going on? Mal said 3 days! When did he send that stupid letter? He never dates them, were my 3 days up and this was his drastic action?!

"Let me go!" I yelled. "I'm going home!"

"C'mon Duncan!" I heard one of the voices say to me. I'm prepared to grovel to Mal when he sees me in a few hours.

More muffled voices...

Just what I wanted to hear! Did Mal lie to me about being in juvie? was he here? we only walked for an hour or less. It was getting really hard to breathe with this thing on my head.

"Well, Chris wanted a criminal..." I heard a voice say and felt hands on this stupid thing over my head. "So, Uh okay we didn't catch the right one..."

The stupid thing was removed from my head and the voices were clear as day without that shit on my head. I turned to see Gwen and Courtney behind me. These idiots captured me?! Why? Why?! I was finally going to just go back to Mal and hoped he could pretend this whole thing never happened at all, we could just forget I was even on the show? I was pissed at them because Mal was going to be pissed at me.

"You brought me back here?!" I demanded to know as I finally stood up now knowing I wasn't even captured by someone who owed Mal a favor. "Urg! Where's the stupid exit again?!"

I tried to leave but Chris told me I wasn't allowed to quit the show. I guess Mal would see that I was back within a day or two? That was easier then calling or writing to him and now that I was safely back on the show in front of camera's

"How could you just abandon me like that!" Courtney yelled at me and then pulled me into a hug. "Get over here, I just missed you...a lot!"

Gwen was watching us, I liked her and I'm starting to think I picked the wrong girl. After all, Gwen was cool and Gwen, Heather and Owen were the only one's who ever knew why I went to juvie in the first place...but they don't know about Mal, they won't ever know about him. There was a cameraman behind Gwen, I knew Mal would see this and since I clearly am not going back, at least not anytime soon I said something directly into the camera while making eye contact with Gwen and hugging Courtney.

"Every time I ran from the cops, I thought of you." I found myself saying where all 3 of them would most likely think it was directly at them. It wasn't a lie, I did run from the cops quite a bit on my travels. Courtney hugged me tighter, Gwen blushed and Mal? We'll I was hoping he'd just be a bit calmer about me being back on the show if he thought that message was directed to him and that nothing drastic would happen.

I played the game normally after those 3 days of me being back had passed. I was sure Mal was going to find a way to blow up the plane or have someone who owed him a favor come and take me away but it didn't happen at all. Maybe Mal gave up? Maybe he found a new bitch?

Courtney hated me, Mal probably loves that and Gwen got eliminated so he probably also likes that, assuming he's still watching me. If I'm being honest? I can't even remember what he looks like only his deep voice and that stupid whistle of his.

It was good without either of them on this show with me, though I did find myself in a relationship with Gwen and it seemed to be going better then it ever could with Courtney. Yeah, I have more in common with Gwen then Courtney and Mal. She gets me.

Finally, they voted me out in Africa, yet another hot place and I wasn't about to kill anyone to find my way out. I didn't have to worry, there was an intern with a jeep for me this time to make sure I made it to the finale. The intern got me on a plane and sent me to Hawii and they gave us all a room to stay in until the finalists had arrived.

"Duncan?" this intern knocked on my hotel room door.

"Yeah?" I replied and opened it to let them in. They had all of us losers on one floor so I figured it was just a crew member who treated us better then Chris ever did.

"I know you just got here and you're probably bummed about being out of the game." the intern handed me a medium sized storage container filled with envelopes. "I figured some mail from home would cheer you up. They weren't going to do letters on the plane this time so we are instructed to give them out as contestants were eliminated."

Gwen walked by and saw all the letters.

"Woah, you must have a big family!" Gwen told me. "Either that or they just overly worry."

"Overly worry." I faked a laugh. "Hey Babe, I'll catch up with you later. I want to see what they have to say."

"Sure!" Gwen kissed me on the cheek. "Looks like you're in for a long night! I'm going to the hotel pool with Bridgette and Geoff."

"Have fun." I muttered and picked up this big thing of letters and poured them all out on my bed. I remembered the number of letters he wrote to me before, I wanted to know how many he had written to me since I was forced to ignore his threat.

It was 35 letters before this and after counting the letters he currently sent me that I was unable to get until now? 96, Mal sent me 96 fucking letters! I'm glad I got over going back to him once I was on that plane in England. He clearly just wanted to scare me and wasn't going to do shit!

I can't believe I sat there for 3 hours and read all of these damn things AND I even put together a timeline as best as I could to determine when he wrote what letter. I found the one that was clearly written when Gwen and Courtney got me in England.

Sweetie,

It's me again. Any reason why you allowed two females that you could have easily thought off with one punch capture you and take you back to that plane? Did we not have an agreement that you would come back in 3 days? Because I'm pretty sure that's what I fucking told you to do.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you on my TV screen. I asked at least 5 people here if it was a re-run for your sake. I wanted to believe that my Sweetie wouldn't be stupid enough to disobey me. I'm afraid when I see you again that I'm going to have to punish you.

You can decide what you're being punished for!

Is it for disobeying your owners orders or is it for cheating on me with not one but two girls from that show that I never even gave you premission to be on? At this point, it's entirely up to you why you're being punished, it's the same punishment for you either way.

I'm not going to tell you what this punishment is, you know we need to spice our relationship up after all this time apart so I figured the best way to do that is to surprise you.

I'm giving you an extra week to figure out how to get out of there and back to me before I add another punishment to the one you're already getting.

-Mal

The more I read, the worse it got! This one was around the 75th letter or around that point.

Ohh, Duncan Darling!

It's me again, I figured I'd try a different approach and address you by your actual name, Since addressing you as Sweetie hasn't been getting Daddy replies from his needy little Sweetie.

The last time you spoke to me was when you tried to tell me on camera that you were thinking of me when you ran from the cops! We both know this is a lie and you'd rather be with those stupid bimbos you met on this show.

You got married to Courtney on TV?! I thought it was real for a minute and I thought someone was going to have to pay for that. I had to have 3 guards attempt to restrain me because of that! Then I explained why I was so pissed and they had to force me to sit down and re-watch that episode. That reminds me, we should get married when you get back. I already own you, let's have the guards bring in someone to marry us. Sierra is an ordained minister, maybe fangirl can marry us? I already see you as my Husband or Wife, it depends on how much of a crybaby you are at that particular moment for me to decide what I think of you as.

Duncan, you need to come back to me so I can get you where I need you to be in our relationship! I already set up a punishment for you for when you get back! Let's put it this way, you have some very crusty and susipiciously stained sheets right now on your bunk that I expect you to sleep on because I worked hard to make that happen just for you even after you betrayed me, I still wanted to get you a nice welcome home present!

I'm giving you an extra week before I start to take that step of taking a drastic approach that you won't like, I'm sure of that.

-Daddy

Since when the hell did Mal start calling himself Daddy?! His writing was getting so slopy towards the end. it was almost like he gave up at that point but that clearly wasn't the case based on the fact it looked like he had sent me more after that point and the show interns didn't organize them so it was up to me to decide what order they happened in.

I'm guessing this one is letter 96, it seems to be the one where he wasn't teasing me as sweetly with false promises of how I should come 'home' to him and instead just got straight to his point.

Hey Bitch,

YOU FUCKING CHEATER, YOU FUCKING WHORE, YOU FUCKING SLUT!

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST IGNORE ME AND THIS WILL ALL GO AWAY? IT WON'T! I'M CONVINCED THAT YOU'RE STARTING TO THINK THIS NEW LIFE ON THIS SHOW YOU CREATED FOR YOURSELF IS GOING TO BE ALLOWED TO STAY...IT'S NOT!

I'LL HAVE YOU JUMPED AND INJURED WHILE I SIT HERE IN JUVIE! KILLING YOU WOULD JUST BE TO GOOD FOR YOU AT THIS POINT! YOU'VE HAD CHANCE AFTER CHANCE TO COME BACK ON YOUR OWN! I'VE GIVEN YOU SO MUCH FREEDOM AND I NEVER SHOULD HAVE ALLOWED THIS TO GO ON FOR AS LONG AS I FUCKING DID.

YOU NAUGHTY, DEFIANT, MORONIC CHEATING PIECE OF SHIT!

He didn't even bother to sign his name on this one, it looked like he only was calm enough to write 'Hey Bitch' before deciding to tell me how he really felt. I couldn't do anything at this point even if I wanted to. The finale was in a week and they wouldn't let me go back even if I wanted to, which I didn't with how crazy he was acting at this point. I've never seen him lose his cool like this before, even in his letters he was usually a bit more careful when deciding on his words.

Finale came and went. That was 3 months ago and I managed to somehow make it a full year without seeing Mal.

I somehow managed to convince my probation officer to not send me back. I couldn't risk going back to see Mal after I had purposely been trying to avoid Mal. He didn't send me any more letters after that and I was sure that after awhile, he wouldn't be sending me anymore.

Things were going great with Mal finally out of my life and Gwen in my life and after being gone from juvie for that long? I couldn't even tell you what he looked like anymore. In juvie things change quickly, one day someone could look like you remember them and then the following day, they could have spent 5 hours getting a cheap face tattoo and be completely unrecognizable.

Unfortunately, I couldn't resist being an idiot and met up with some pre-juvie friends. a few stunts with them had my ass landed right back into juvie. I couldn't avoid Mal any longer and after his Sweetie has been away for a year, it's possible he found someone else and would maim me the second he saw me again.

The guards led me back to my old cell after only seeing me for 40 minutes, with how fast they wanted to get me back upstairs I'm assuming that Mal caught wind of my royal fuck ups to land me back here and was preparing punishments for me or preparing to kill me and make it look like an accident.

"Welcome Home, Duncan." one of the usual guards said to me when we got up to my old cell. "Didn't think you'd last out of here as long as you did."

I walked into the cell and he quickly closed the door. It was now time for me to let Mal take a year of annoyances and anger out on me and I had no choice but to allow it and welcome it or he'd make it even worse on me.

"Hi Mal." I found myself saying without even looking up from the floor. I just wanted to get this over with. "I'm sorry I haven't written back to you in almost a year, I really did miss you and tried to come back sooner."

That was a lie, I never wanted to come back here. I waited for Mal to say something but he didn't. I finally mustered up the courage to look up at his face to try to even remember the details. That's when I realized that it was just me in this cell?

There was no sign of him even coming back in here! none of his stuff was there, it was just my usual cell with him only it looked like he hasn't been there in awhile! What was going on here?

Days went by and I didn't leave my cell unless I wanted to eat or shower. I had tons of other inmates come into the cell though to ask me how my time on the show was and I just didn't really want to talk about it.

Finally I just had to know, I agreed to dish out some information on the show to these two guys I've seen around here since my first ever trip here. I didn't know them that well but my return was the biggest buzz around here, at lunch I sat down next to them to get my answers.

"Where's Mal?" I finally asked, I expected the the answer to be dead or transfered to another unit.

"Awww, does Sweetie miss his Owner?" the one guy teased me and I tried not to blush but I was known for being Mal's so it came as no surprise to them when I did and made them laugh more.

"I guess you should have came back sooner, Dunc." the other guy answered me nicer then the first one did. "Mal's been gone from here about two months now."

"Did he get transferred?" I found myself asking. What did he do this time for that to happen? I can't even begin to imagine.

"No, Sweetie." the first douchebag answered me and laughed. "Your owner got out on good behavior."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Mal got out of here ON GOOD BEHAVIOR?!

The reunion was 3 months ago so if Mal got out 2 months ago then that would mean after I got off the show and he sent me that last letter then he would have gotten out shortly after that but HOW? If they've seen his letters to me and the tantrums he apparently had when I did something on the show he didn't like, they never would have allowed this!

I got my answer soon enough or at least something as close to an answer as I could get from anyone in this place. It was 8pm on the night I got my answer.

I wanted to sleep, the guys I was forced to live with? They came in and were snickering and laughing like they clearly knew something that I didn't know, unfortunately I wouldn't know what they all knew until it was too late. I had one guy grab me by my arms from the bed and another guy grabbed my legs and they restrained me as much as they could and carried my ass out of the cell.

Was Mal back in the center? What the hell did he tell them to do to me? I put up a good fight trying to get away from them but that failed and only resulted in other members of the cell block to laugh at my failed attempt of a struggle.

I was prepared for whatever they would do to me at this point, the guards even saw them taking me down the stairs and said nothing. So, I was at there mercy. I was honestly surprised when I found out that they simply wanted to take me to watch TV.

"Here you go, Sweetie." the idiot who was holding my arms down laughed at me as he shoved me into a chair and a crowd of people all gathered to watch the show and some of them to watch me. "We thought you were getting lonely and decided you should watch the new season with us!"

There was a new season of Total Drama and Chris didn't invite me?

"There's a new season of Total Drama and McLean didn't invite me back?!" I spoke out loud.

"Nothing personal?" some guy sitting in a seat by me casually said. "Heard McLean dumped some toxic waste all over the island and I heard he got a whole new cast."

Oh. So it wasn't just about me not going back. I heard him talk about the toxic waste and I couldn't believe what he did to that place. Nothing was the same as I could see aside from the cabins that he was apparently too cheap to replace. Chris also used some stock footage of us on the final day of our season, it was us all going home on a boat and he said "No, not those guys..." as we sailed past. I admit, I got a kick out of that. If I wasn't sitting in juvie with the guys watching it, they probably would think I was on again.

"Hey Chris!" I heard Owen's voice on the screen as he ran over and panted. Probably scripted and Chris brought one of the audience favorite's back. Though, the panting and out of breath part may not be too scripted. Owen could take 5 steps and be worn out. "Get this, the boat wouldn't stop!" and then Chris introduced him again, gave a very scripted speech about how we are no longer useful to him anymore and send Owen flying.

The guy who heard the cast was all knew was correct, not one person I remembered was there. They seemed kind of bland, minus some guy named Scott and some tomboy they called Jo. It seemed like Chris tried to find a discounted me in Scott and it was clear to me that he saw Eva in this Jo.

When Chris introduced the cast, I noticed many people looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I guess they just wanted my opinions on the show? After the episode ended, I had them all gathering around me asking for my thoughts on it.

"I'm not watching this again." I told them. "It's boring and the cast isn't that great."

"You gotta watch it with us every day!" someone else quickly told me, it seemed more like a demand then a request. I really didn't want to watch this shit.

"Scott and Jo are the only remotely interesting ones." I rolled my eyes. "Pass."

"They're the only interesting ones to you?" I was asked with a smirk by a guard who was also watching with us. "I rather like that Mike guy."

"Him?" I laughed at the guard, he was one of the few with the least personality. "He's boring as shit and will probably get out 2nd. Farthest he'll make it is 3rd. If he was on my cast, we would have been voted out so fast!"

That just got laughter and snickers from the inmates and the guard I gave my opinion on Mike too. I could care less about these idiots and them placing bets on who would win this season.

I refused to watch the next 3 episodes. I was informed they brought Izzy back on the 4th episode by the same guy who originally told me they brought in a whole new cast. I guess Chris was paying them to all record scripted shit and make appearances?

Being honest, I'm surprised they didn't push me to watch any more episodes after that. I guess they finally realized I honestly didn't care. I figured I'd take a shower after lunch while they were talking about the stupid show, it's all they could talk about! They all lacked good judgement too, the whole facility, even beyond our block were all rooting for this Mike idiot who seemed to take a liking to this Zoey girl and that was all he did, that and these stupid impressions.

So, after my shower I found the guard was in my room while I was gone, he had placed mail for me on my bunk, it was letter number 97.

My Darling Sweetie,

I'm so very sorry I couldn't be there to welcome you back to our little home when you finally returned. I wanted nothing more then to do just that...however plans change and I've been incredibly busy.

Wouldn't want my Sweetie to think he's forgotten, would we? It seems weird writing this to you when the roles are reversed and you're in the cell and I'm out of it but that's going to change soon, I promise you that we'll be seeing each other again. I told you I'd take drastic action if you didn't come home and I'm afraid I had to take those actions but it's all going to be worth it in the end.

I heard from others that you're not into that new season of that show you joined a while back? Such a pity really...

The one guy on the show? His name is Mike and I have to thank him sometime, we're very close and it's because of him I was able to get out of that shithole and get one step closer to reuniting with you for good.

I returned the favor to him and deeply encouraged him to audition for that show that you seem so fondly attached to. I'd recommend you keeping an eye on Mike.

Toodles!

-Mal

Mal knew Mike, that makes sense why everyone around here was rooting for him. They do what Mal says and Mal probably just hyped the guy up or something. I still don't know how Mike helped him become a better person to get out of here but apparently it didn't work.

I found myself doing what Mal wanted me to do even when he wasn't here anymore. I caught up with these stupid episodes and tried to not fall asleep while I watched them. I paid attention to Mike, the guy who Mal apparently encouraged to get on this show.

Still boring, doing characters and then telling some nerdy kid he had multiple personalities. How badly did this guy want to be famous that he would make up a story line like that?

I was walking back to my cell when a guard handed me a slip and only said one thing to me.

"Day Pass." he handed me the slip and they placed handcuffs on me and I found myself 2 hrs later...at the stupid camp.

I demanded Chris pay me like the others, he laughed and informed me that none of them were getting paid and that I owed him some camera time from my little adventures in World Tour when I was M.I.A.

Chef came over to me and shoved me on to a little hand cart and they put a stupid thing on my face that looked like a muzzle for humans and they rolled me out to give the newbie's a scare.

"Eat dirt, McLean!" I told him and then Chris told him to let me out on a day pass. I meant it, I was done with Total Drama.

"Later, losers!" I yelled and started to run and laugh. I was going to make sure they never thought of bringing me back to this shit show ever again! I was already back in juvie, might as well give the guys at home a show!...Did I just admit Juvie was my home?

I ran deep into the woods, hoping nobody would catch up to me and it seems Chris and the interns didn't bother to.

Once everyone started on the challenge, I went to the shed where Chef usually kept his toys. Mainly his motorcycles, quads, cars and anything else he didn't want us to have access to. The go karts were inside and since Chef was arguing with Chris to get them out? It was unlocked for me.

I started ripping and cutting wires apart to make what I needed. They were all tagging shit, making the island look even worse then it already did. I was just about to leave the shed to set up my plan to piss Chris off when I heard a noise. Oh shit, was it Chef?

I took a few steps to investigate and I tripped over a bucket...real smooth, Duncan really smooth. I would have slammed face first into one of Chef's quads but I was quickly caught and prevented from falling when two arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close.

I looked at the person who caught me, it was that Mike guy! He just stared at me and smiled and held on to my waist for a few seconds.

"You okay, Swe-" Mike was saying to me but I cut him off! I wasn't about to have an awkward conversation with a weird guy as he held me close enough to him that I could feel his heart beating.

"Mike!" I snapped at him. "Do you mind letting go of me? I'm trying to cause a bit of chaos here!"

Mike blanked out when I yelled his name and said nothing to me. a few seconds later he shook his head and looked around at me confused. Was he doing this character thing again?

"Hello!" I yelled at him. "Mike, what the hell are you doing in here?"

"I..I..don't know..." Mike looked at me like he wanted me to help him and like he had no clue what was going on.

"Look, I gotta bounce if I'm going to do this." I told Mike as I grabbed my stuff to make my way to Mt. Chrismore. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh, yeah?" Mike agreed but he seemed hesitant to answer.

"How do you know Mal?" I asked him and his face got pale.

"Ma-Mal?" Mike repeated the name and I nodded. "How do you know abo-I got to go."

I grabbed this Mike guy by the arm, I needed to know.

"Wait!" I demanded of him. "What did you do to get him out of juvie?"

"I-Well..." Mike didn't know what to say to me. He wasn't expecting me to be this upfront with him, especially when we just met. "Who's Mal?"

"The...guy...who...got...you...here..." I angrily told him. I was losing my patience.

"I don't know a Mal." Mike muttered to me. "Sorry Duncan, I need to get back to help Scott with this challenge."

Mike quickly took off, turning to look back at me once and smirking. Ohhhh, he 100% knew what I was talking about and who Mal was.

I didn't say anything to anyone else while I was there, I just went to Mt. Chrismore and blew it up. Chef laughed and Mike watched, I caught a smirk from him as I blew it up and then he took this deep breath and Zoey asked if he was okay.

I went back to juvie and I heard that Scott turned on Mike and sent him home. I went and told the guys back at juvie that it was stupid to place bets on Mike. Zoey believed that multiple personality crap, I didn't.

The next morning at breakfast, everyone was asking me how things went and if I had fun and they hoped I wasn't too worn out to talk to them? What was that supposed to mean?

The idiots kept insisting that I just wanted to keep things private, I didn't. I told them everything from my plan to blow shit up and how I did it, to my weird conversation with Mike.

"Oh, so Sweetie wants to leave out the good parts?" that same douche who grabbed my arms and forced me to watch episode one asked.

"Stop calling me Sweetie." I told him with a glare. "I told you everything that happened. Mike is a loser and he snuck up on me in a shed."

"And then?" he asked me with a smirk and a wink.

"I told him to get the fuck out." I rolled my eyes at him. "I think he's just as lame in person as he is shown on TV."

"Oh..." he finally stopped asking questions and gave me a look. "I personally just thought you would have been happy and probably hard."

"Why would I?" I asked him. "I'm not into him and I told you that a million times! He's off the show now so it's all over. Anyone who placed bets on him lost."

"That's not exactly what we were betting on, Duncan." another guy across the table spoke to me. "We were placing bets on how long Ma-"

"Shut up!" his friend elbowed him and he stopped talking.

"I'm gong to change clothes." I told them. If they weren't going to tell me shit then I had no interest in this conversation. When I made my way down the hall, the guard who escorted me back from that island yesterday stopped me.

"Oh, I forgot to give you this." he told me and handed me a pink envelope this time. This one wasn't mailed at all, this one was hand delivered to someone for me. It only said 'Sweetie' written on it.

"Who gave this to you?" I asked him. Was Mal on the island with Mike and stalking me? Mike would probably be punished by Mal since he got eliminated. Was Mike trying to tell me that Mal was hiding somewhere on the island?

The guard ignored me and continued walking. I opened it, I didn't want to but since this one was hand delivered, I felt the need to open it, letter 98...the one he felt the need to hand deliver.

Hello MY Sweetie,

You were brilliant this afternoon, it gave me such a hard on. My naughty, naughty boy.

Do you know what I wanted to do to you? Seeing you through that window, it was hard to not just take full control at that very second and take you.

I'm glad Scotty boy eliminated Mike, it gives me so much more time to think of you. Just you be patient, my Darling. I know I keep making promises to you and soon I fully intend to fulfill every single thing I said I would.

We'll have our fun together soon enough, Sweetie. I promise you this is the first and only time you're ever going to be away from me.

-Your owner

It's been a month since Mal had written to me, I waited and waited for something to happen. Nobody has given me any answers and simply told me 'it's not their place' including the guards here! They're all scared of him and at this point, I am too! I hate it when that bastard goes quiet on me.

I have just been staying in my cell and making a knife in case anyone tries some shit on me. I just want to be alone, I sit here and shake like a fucking leaf and nobody can ever know this. I'd end up being someone else's bitch.

I was sitting on my bed and leaning against the wall when my door opened. I hid my knife quickly, I couldn't risk losing it. I needed it for my own safety. It was just one of the moronic guards who wouldn't tell me shit but clearly knew something.

"I think someone is going to be really excited today." He told me as he smirked and waved a giant manilla envelope in front of my face. I snatched it and glared at him. I'm not his bitch, everyone is treating me like I'm their bitch and constantly using stupid pets names on me. It was almost like they were babysitting me.

He stood there and I opened it. It was my contract and Chris had invited me back to Total Drama All-Stars. I needed to write to Gwen and ask if she was going to be there, I've been so caught up in all this shit, I haven't written to her. To be fair, she hasn't written to me either.

"Does Sweetie want to leave?" the guard teased me. I wanted to use that knife on him so badly.

"Yes." I told him. I'd do anything to leave the babysitters.

"You have 5 minutes to pack." the guard told me as he threw my duffel bag at me and another letter. This one was mailed. I threw all my clothes in a ball and into the bag, making sure I tucked my knife in between some shirts and then I took one last look at this cell before I opened the 99th letter Mal had sent me, he was persistent that's for sure.

Duncan,

The wait is finally over. I'm sure you figured this out by now? Exactly how Master has pulled this all off? My Sweetie is so smart, he should know this by now. I can't wait to do everything I want to you. Of course, the timing needs to be right I can't just go to you and plow you even though we both know it's what we want...well what I want and the rule has always been, what I want my Sweetie wants.

I pulled this off, I actually managed to do it. I'm in an amazing mood with knowing I'll be with you forever very soon. I have to admit to you, Darling that I had my doubts for awhile that this would happen.

You're mine forever.

-Mal

I was confused, was he going to try to break me out of this place? I definitely needed to bring that knife I made and sharpen it good. I didn't have time to worry about that, the guard came to get me.

I made it to All-Stars and I couldn't help but be nervous. Gwen was pissed I didn't write to her while I was in juvie, she instead tried to rekindle her relationship with Courtney and broke up with me. Mike kept staring at me weirdly but Zoey kept talking to him so that was a good thing. I needed to keep an eye out for Mal, that's going to be hard...I don't even remember what he really looks like anymore aside from his hair covering one of his eyes, it's been over a year and if he is here, he's probably hiding out in the woods away from the cameras.

Chris decided to put me on the heroes team too! Oh man, if I ended up in juvie again they'd never let me live this down. It was bad enough I left my guard down on my new team 3 days in and took and apple from Zoey! These damn birds wouldn't leave me alone either! I'm going to the confessional.

"I'm surrounded by heroic kindness..." I shuddered at the thought of that. "I think it's starting to rub off on me!"

I pulled out my knife and stabbed the confessional wall...it broke apart.

"Oh, C'mon!" I groaned and threw the handle on the confessional floor and stormed out.

"Oh dear, what happened to Duncan's knife?" Mal smirked.

There was a clip from the previous night where Mal reached under Duncan's pillow. He wanted so badly to flip him over and get what he so desperately wanted, he also wanted a Sweetie who wouldn't have a shank to attack him with and a room alone so it would have to wait.

He waited over a year and the smell of his Sweetie's hair gel was enough to make Mal feel content. He stroked his face, he was finally able to touch him. They would be reunited tomorrow.

I went for a cigarette, we weren't allowed to smoke on the island but I was done playing hero, I only came back here for Gwen who wasn't interested and to get out of juvie. I was surprised when I bumped into that weirdo Mike again...didn't he have a Girlfriend? Shouldn't he be with Zoey or anyone else that wasn't me? I didn't like the guy at all, I don't know why everyone else, including the others on the show liked him.

"Hey Duncan." Mike spoke to me, sounding more chipper then ever. "What are you up to?"

"Yeah, Mike?" I groaned as I took a drag of my cigarette and rolled my eyes. "I'd appreciate it if you would stop following me in the woods. You're creeping me out and I'm just trying to have a cigarette alone."

"I thought there was a no smoking policy on the island?" Mike asked me as he stood in front of me.

"Yeah, so?" I glared. "Are you going to rat me out to Chris?"

"No, I would never!" Mike said in a chipper tone again, his voice slightly changing pitches. It was weird, he was making his voice a touch bit higher since the last time we briefly spoke.

"You okay, dude?" I found myself asking. I noticed he was breathing a little heavier, it was like his heart was racing super fast for some reason.

"I'm more then okay!" Mike smiled at me again. "Don't worry, your naughty little secret is safe with me!"

"Good, I'm gla-" I started to say to him and then realized what he said. "Did you just call my smoking in the woods a naughty secret?"

"I believe I said a naughty little secret." Mike corrected me and smiled like he was waiting for something from me. I had enough, I'm out of here.

"I'm going back to the stupid hotel." I told Mike and started to walk away.

"Wait, Duncan..." Mike told me as he reached into his pocket and pulled out something that was folded in half. "I actually came out to give you something!"

I saw the envelope, it was red and decorated in silver heart stickers and I just stared at Mike. There is no way I'm taking that from the weirdo.

"I'm pretty sure that's for Zoey." I told him, really not wanting to take that thing from him. Something just bothered me about taking that from Mike. "Your Girlfriend? Look, I know you have been having-"

Mike laughed and moved closer to me and pressed the envelope against my chest, forcing me to take it.

"It is for my Girlfriend." Mike laughed some more. "It's letter 100."

"Fine, I'll give it to Zoey for you then, you cree-" I was going to tell Mike but then it hit me...he said it was letter 100? How would he know how many Mal had sent me? "Letter 100...?"

"Open it." Mike told me with a smile on his face that turned into a grin. It seemed more like a demand then a request.

Sweetie,

I'll see you tonight.

Give in & don't fight me.

-Your Master who did all of this for you
Mal

I looked up from the letter I had just gotten and I didn't know why Mike was giving this to me. Mike seemed to pick up on the fact I didn't know what was going on.

"Are you working for Mal?" I asked Mike. "Where did you even get this?"

"You mean you seriously haven't figured it out yet?" Mike asked me in a chipper yet annoyed tone. His voice was starting to crack as he was speaking. "After all of this time?"

"No..." I told Mike.

"I guess I'll have to fill you in then." Mike told me in a chipper tone and finally his voice changed into something deeper and his hair fell flat. "What a relief to finally talk to someone in my real voice! You don't know how bad that hurts your throat, Sweetie."

That was Mal? How did I not see that? He looks exactly the same as in juvie minus the clothes. The only difference here was he didn't have the hair over one eye when he called himself Mike! What the actual fuck was going on here?

Out of instinct and confusion, I reached into my pocket to grab my knife, forgetting I broke it. Mike...Uh, Mal? laughed.

"Looking for something?" Mal chuckled at me and threw the handle of my knife at my feet. He must have gotten it after I tossed it in there. "Naughty little Sweetie's don't get toys, Especially sharp ones that can harm their owners."

Before I could do anything, Mal pushed me against the tree again and held his hands on the sides of my cheeks to keep my head from moving from him. He pressed his tongue against my teeth like he used to do and all the memories of him came flooding back. He wanted me to open my mouth for him so he could shove his tongue down my throat.

It's been so long that I was away from him, I ended up doing something I shouldn't have done. I bit down a little bit, I bit him after seeing him for the first time in a year.

"Bad boy..." Mal pulled away from my face and grabbed my crotch hard. I winced in pain as he held a firm grip and that was with my thick fabric pants on. It would be worse if he did it without them. "Naughty Sweetie, we don't bite Daddy..."

I hate how he's calling himself Daddy, he's never done this before. I think he's just horny.

"I'm sorry, Mal." I apologized to him for the first time in a year.

"It's okay, Sweetie..." Mal rubbed the back of my scalp and his nails on my head felt amazing. "Someone's just a little bit eager to be with me that he accidentally bit me, correct Sweetie?"

"Correct, Mal." I repeated back to him. That's the one thing I remember from being with him.

"I can't believe my Sweetie didn't even reconize me..." Mal stroked the front of my pants, I was getting hard. "Mikey boy did a fine job getting me out, didn't he? Of course, I still need to play pretend with the others but I promise you that you won't ever forget what I look like again."

Mal knew I never really paid attention to what he looked like, I knew he knew.

"Tonight, you will come find me and you will be freshly showered for me." Mal instructed me. Why did I have to go and find him?! "I'd do you right now if I thought we had the time, sadly Zoey's a level 5 clinger and I don't want to risk anything. Do you understand what I expect of you, Sweetie?"

"I understand, Mal." I sighed and nodded before repeating what he ordered me to do. "Shower and then come find you."

"Excellent listening skills, Sweetie." Mal praised me and then walked off to probably go find Zoey.

I guess I should just accept the fact that Mal is obsessed with getting what he wants and if he wants me, there is no way of getting out of it or getting away from him. If I get a chance later, maybe I'll try to give Zoey a subtle hint? He's clearly up to something with her and she's literally in the path of the danger that is Mal. If I say too much, Mal will know I said this and won't be happy.

I shouldn't be thinking about this too much, I still had to shower later and I still wanted to know about 'Mike' some more. The Mike I spoke too a few months ago? He seemed scared, so if Mal was Mike then he was scared of something or put a front on for me. Maybe they weren't characters and Mike was telling the truth?

Mike isn't my concern, I've spent so much time with Mal in juvie that I know one thing, no matter how much I try to fight him or deny it:

I am his.

So, I'm on a major Malcan kick and this is the result. I really don't have much to add in this as a note except that I enjoyed writing this and attempting to follow Duncan and Mal's timeline of Total Drama the best I could.

Hope you enjoyed! If you want more Malcan, go see Pepe'sRedEyedCousin's page or go look up Mr. Hitman and King of Juvie by Saita_the_Kirin on Archive of our own.