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Cameron read about situations like this, but wow this was harder in real life! He thought to himself, looking down at the passed out teen in front of him. "Uhm, what would Joe do? She'd say.." Cameron threw the flashlight at Mike's head. "Move it or lost it bubble brain!" That probably wasn't the best course of action but he was panicking okay!?
Cameron knew it wasn't the best course of action when Mike woke up and glared at him. His hair fell over his left eye as he bolted up, examining his surroundings, looking for a threat. All he found was Cameron. That and the flashlight Cameron had thrown at him. Cameron tried to back away, but Mike(?) grabbed his wrist faster than Cameron could process the he was being held back. In a voice several octaves lower than Cameron thought was possible, not Mike said "Wow. Hitting me when I'm down? Not a smart move."
The (Hopefully probably) alter towered over Cameron, using the height difference to his full advantage. Cameron staggered backwards as not Mike took steps towards him. "I- uhm- I'm sorry- I was just trying to get Mike up like Joe-"
"Mike?" the alter asked sarcastically, chuckling a little. "Did he seriously tell you?" the alter clearly didn't believe Mike did.
"T-tell me about what?"
The alter grinned. It looked almost the exact same as Mike's smile, but somehow now it seemed so much more malicious. "About him? About us? About how his broken mind thinks it's six people?" the (definitely) alter grabbed Cameron by the shirt and pulled him up so he was forced to look him in the eye.
"Oh you mean his Disassociate Identity Disorder! No, he didn't tell me, I simply suspected it. That was until you just told me yourself." Cameron smirked before quickly dropping the smugness realizing that this guy would probably beat him up soon. "U-uhm, I also wouldn't use broken but you guys can refer to yourselves however you want-" Cameron flinched as the alter dropped him, expecting a beating and not getting one.
"You're scrawny, but you're smart. Observant. You could be useful. The name's Mal."
"Cameron."
Mal attempted to back away, but was interrupted when one of the gophers dug out from under them. Cameron screamed and started to run, but before he could take a step, Mal kicked the gofer below them, causing it to flinch and run away. "Wow are you really afraid of these things?"
"Well, in case you couldn't tell, I'm not the most physically capable member of our team."
"Our.. team?"
"Yeah, out team. From what I saw most of the other alters at least knew we were on Total Drama.."
"Well yeah I knew about it. I just thought the five stooges would have gotten themselves eliminated by now." Mal paused "Wait I'm on Tv-"
the alter was cut off by a beeping noise. They only had five minutes left!
"Crap!" Cameron explained the situation to Mal.
Mal sighed, picking up the hat from the ground. He seemed significantly more menacing now that he knew he was being filmed. "I'll see you again when tragedy strikes.." Mal put on the hat, forcing Manitoba to front.
"Crikey!" Manitoba exclaimed. "I saw Mal f- er- did h- I do anything to-"
"Don't worry Manitoba, Mal told me about you DID"
"Course it was Mal. Also, Chris wants us to call it Multiple Personality Disorder."
"Really? We haven't been using MPD since 1994!"
"Yeah, well, the old thorn bush says the real term is too vague. Figured a five hour confessional explaining it wouldn't be good for ratings, y'see."
"I guess I understand that. But still, using an outdated term seems.."
"Yeah, none of us like it either, but it kinda comes with the territory mate."
Cameron suddenly realized they were on a five minute timer. "You know what this is not the time for this."