I meant to have the story published before Halloween's over, but it sucks to not have Internet on the computer, you know? I don't own Total Drama or any of these characters mentioned, for they and the show are respectively owned by Teletoon. Also, it's one of my first few FanFics, so forgive me if my story ends up being bogus. As for the side pairing, Tyler/Bridgette, I plan on doing my own made-up version of a seventh season of Total Drama with these two together (sorry, that's all I can tell you for now), if I ever get around to doing it. If I do, I recommend reading the little "special" here after reading the made-up seventh season.

Total Drama Spook Fest

Summary: To celebrate Halloween, Duncan and Gwen go scaring trick-or-treaters, but their claim to being the "King and Queen of Halloween" is put to the test after they accept a bet by Courtney. They and some of the campers spend a night at a supposedly haunted mansion in the neighborhood, telling scary stories to see who is the bravest of them all. Main Pairings include Duncan/Gwen and Owen/Izzy. Side Pairings include Tyler/Bridgette, disastrous Beth/Justin, and cameo Mike/Zoey. Parody to TV special Scared Shrekless.

Chapter 1—The Bet

In the dead of Halloween night, Brick was standing underneath the lamppost as he watched his two little cousins come back from a house they just trick-or-treated. "Okay," said Brick, still afraid of the dark, "let's go you two. I think we've got a surplus of candy now."

The little boy and girl groaned for they know of their older cousin's fear and how he's such a spoilsport on Halloween. It was then that they heard a rustling in the nearby bushes.

"W-w-what was that?" squeaked Brick. After a moment passed by, two figures in raincoats both wearing hockey masks and both brandishing a chainsaw and hook jumped out of the bushes, their growling and the starting of their chainsaws mixing.

The party of three screamed with terror as Brick was the first to cut the scene; his two cousins were in hot pursuit as they dropped their baskets, worrying only for their lives . . . or so they thought if they stuck around.

The two Psycho Killers laughed hysterically as they turned off their chainsaws and removed their hooks and masks, revealing themselves to be Gwen and Duncan.

"Man, they should have seen their faces!" cackled Duncan. "I'm telling you, sweetheart, I bet we won't see G.I. Joke for another month."

Gwen wiped tears away from her eyes when she finally stopped laughing. "Yeah, tell me about it. This is why I enjoy Halloween."

"You and me both. You should have seen me a few years ago when I T.P.'d the principal's house—boy was he ticked!"

"Did he ever find out?"

The punk rebel shrugged his shoulders. "He wanted to pin the blame on me, yet I gave him a pretty legit alibi."

The Goth girl covered her mouth as she yawned. "It's getting pretty late, but you can tell me about it when we get back."

"Sure thing."

A few minutes later, the couple stopped in front of Duncan's house.

"So," said the bad boy, "now you know how I fooled the principal."

Gwen handed her boyfriend her costume. "Pretty good alibi, I confess."

"I kinda thought you would like it."

"Well, I must head home now. I enjoyed a night of scaring with you."

"Same time next year?"

The couple paused for a moment as they shared a soft kiss. "Yeah," said the Goth girl, "same time next year. Wait a minute—" her face became confused as she looked at her boyfriend's house—"did you leave your door open?"

Duncan turned around to see that the front door of his home was wide open, leaving him just as confused as Gwen. "Strange, I thought I closed it before we left."

"Maybe someone snuck in." Just as she announced that notion, a loud thump was heard, followed by a harsh hushing sound.

"I just don't understand," continued the rebel as they walked inside cautiously, "'cause really, who'd be stupid enough to break into my house?"

The bad boy flipped the switch and the couple were greeted by some familiar faces: Courtney dressed up as a witch, DJ as Frankenstein, Noah as a mummy, Beth as a skeleton, Ezekiel pretending to hang himself with a fake noose, and somebody else with a bed sheet over them as a ghost, and they all tried to scare them as best they can (except Noah, as he made a fake, sarcastic-sounding eerie noise).

The dark couple raised an eyebrow and thinking to themselves that these jokers can't be serious. It wasn't until the delinquent finally spoke. "All right, gag's over."

The campers groaned in defeat. "Aw, come on!" whined Ezekiel. "You have no idea how hard I worked on my costume!"

"What costume?" questioned the ghost. As the bed sheet came off, it was revealed to be Heather.

"You only brought a lame piece of rope."

"Hey, at least I don't wear a moth-eaten bed sheet!"

"You see," said Noah as he unraveled the wrapping from his face, "I told you it wouldn't work."

"Oh, shut up!" snapped Heather. "As if you even tried to scare them."

"I didn't try because I knew they won't be scared. They've seen slasher movies like they were, how would I put it? Oh yeah, I know how: like they were going out of style."

DJ used Heather's ghost costume to wipe off the makeup from his face. "Noah's right. Duncan and Gwen can't be frightened. Well, not like me, anyway. Hey wait a minute—I just realized something."

Noah crossed his arms and gave DJ a look with half-hooded eyes. "And that would be?"

"I don't see Owen or Izzy anywhere."

"Let's think for a sec—" announced Gwen—"if I were Izzy or Owen, where would I hide?"

"Wanna know where I would hide?" joked Duncan. The couple walked over to the closet and opened the door, revealing the said couple. Owen was dressed as a vampire with his hair slicked back. Izzy was also dressed up as a vampiress in the same style as her boyfriend yet her hair was kept untamed. Both were making out in the closet before realizing they were busted.

"Hey!" angrily shouted Owen and Izzy in unison, each wearing fake fangs. "Not cool!"

"Owen and Izzy sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" teased Heather. "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes—"

"Oh knock it off!" snapped a heated Courtney, obviously annoyed. "It's not like their participation would have helped us."

"With all due respect, guys," started Gwen, "but there is no way you can scare us."

"You weren't even a little bit scared?" asked Beth as she took off her mask. "I mean, we all get scared at times, don't we?"

"Under certain conditions, yes," pointed out Duncan, "but not on Halloween. Or at least the two of us don't, eh Gwen?"

"You got it," said the Goth girl before turning her attention onto the campers, "because Duncan and I are the King and Queen of Halloween."

The CIT snorted at that comment. "I'm sure you are."

The couple glared at Courtney before the delinquent spoke up, "And where are you heading with this, Miss Wicked Witch of the West Side of Canada?"

"All I'm saying is you might not be so brave as you claim to be. I bet even the two of you can be scared out of your wits."

"What are you getting at?" asked the Goth girl with suspicion in her voice.

"How about we hold a contest? All we have to do is tell some ghost stories. We'll keep telling them until we scare one camper at a time. And the last person—or people, as the case could be—to stay in the circle will become King and/or Queen of Halloween."

"Very well," slyly announced Duncan with a glare and smile, "we accept your challenge. Anyone else?"

"Ooh, ooh, let me join!" announced an excited Beth.

"Bring it! Bring it!" dared Ezekiel.

Heather raises her hands. "Come on, we all know I have this little challenge in the bag."

"Tell ghost stories?" asked a slightly confused DJ. "Aw heck, a few scary stories never hurt anyone. I'm in."

Noah shrugged indifferently. "Well, it's not like I have anything else better to do for the evening, really."

"I second that notion!" declared Owen, holding out his fake fangs.

"Make that third!" Izzy spoke excitedly; she, too, took out her fake fangs.

"Well," said Gwen, "looks like it's settled then. We all accept the challenge, Courtney."

"Good!" announced the satisfied type-A. "Since I brought up the idea, I think it's fair I should begin. Ahem . . . It all started on a night like this—"

"Hold on a second!" interrupted the delinquent. "Whoever said the challenge is going to take place here?"

"Uh, excuse me?"

"You might have named the terms," said the Goth girl, "but we name the arena, if you don't mind me saying."

"Hey, does it look like I for one care?" sassed back Heather. "Let's just get this lame-o challenge over with. The sooner I claim my winnings, the sooner I can get some sleep."

"Oh don't worry, Little Miss Queen Bee, we'll get the story-telling on the road."

"But first," pointed out Duncan, "you guys will have to follow us. Owen, Izzy, you two blood-sucking lovebirds ready?"

"Don't worry about us," assured Owen, "we'll see you in a minute. We're just going to take a quick bite, buddy. Heh heh, get it?"

"Yeah," said Izzy, "we'll see you then. But be varned that ve valk like Dracula, but our feet are silent like death."

"Err, O.K. . . ." answered the confused punk with a sigh, "whatever—but only if you don't empty out the fridge. Let's roll, people."

A minute after they relieved themselves of their costumes, the small group of campers (excluding Owen and Izzy) have followed the deviant-looking couple to a rundown mansion with lightning that seems to be striking around its area.

"No way, guys!" protested a frightened DJ. "You mean to say we're going in the old Greenback Mansion? I heard that's where Frederick Dubose Greenback lived . . . and died under the hands of his own butler and maid!"

"Yeah," added Noah, still not even a little bit fazed, "which by the way was followed by the very same maid and butler killing themselves for the wasted inheritance."

"Dude! Don't say that!"

"It's true, isn't it?"

"I don't know about Noah," said a scared Beth slowly, "but I don't think it's a good idea. I hear the butler's and the maid's ghosts still haunt the old mansion, let alone Greenback's."

"What-ever!" scoffed Heather with annoyance. "Can we just puh-lease go inside? Unless anyone else here is too chicken to pull up their big kid pants."

"Hey, who are you calling chicken, sister?" queried an obviously offended Ezekiel, before turning to the rest of the group. "Come on guys, let's make Heather eat . . . uh, what was that phrase again?"

Noah rolled his eyes in annoyance before finishing the prairie kid's sentence. "Eat her words, Ezekiel."

"Right. Let's do that. Oh wait, that is to say—"

"Save it, homeschooler!" snapped Courtney. "Heather and Ezekiel are right—let's go in."

With the argument settled, the campers gathered around with the fireplace blazing behind Duncan and Gwen.

"Now first things first," pointed out the delinquent, "we need a volunteer from the group who is willing to tell the story first."

"Who feels like they have a scary story to remember?" challenged Gwen.

"I call on it!" yelled Ezekiel raising his hand.

"You're not going to tell everyone how you found an ear of corn in your bed, are you?" asked Noah. "Because that's not scary."

"Well, if you look at it from my point of view—"

"NOBODY CARES!" yelled the queen bee and the CIT in unison.

Beth then jumped out of her chair and stood in a bold stance. "Come on, Duncan and Gwen, let's get to sending these losers packing. . . ." Realizing that she's referring to everyone else, Beth speaks to her other friends sheepishly. "Uh, no offense, Ezekiel. And DJ. And Noah."

The homeschooled kid raised his hands and shook his head. "Oh, none taken."

"Not to worry," rest assured DJ, "we're cool."

Noah, naturally, remained unaffected as he waved her on. "Just continue on, Beth."

"Right, now where was I?" continued Beth as the wannabe tries to remember. "Oh yeah, now I remember! First of all, let me say I have a story that'll scare you silly—and it's all true. Ahem . . . it all started on a rainy night . . ."