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Ever since Total Drama, Scott’s mind has changed, for the better and for the worse.
Somehow — Scott managed to score a ‘date’ with the very boy he blackmailed on international television after him and Zoey broke up. Scott still doesn’t know why Mike didn’t reject him. Neither do his ‘alters’, Scott just found out about that word.
But with being on Total Drama comes great trauma, and that trauma comes in the form of a mutant, 2-legged shark named Fang.
That bitter shark was able to land him in a trauma chair after being sent to Playa Des Losers with him in a dingy, wooden, catapult. He had to be sent to some hospital owned by McLean and his producers where the doctors put their hands all over his body.
He should’ve listened to Pappy and not have went to that hospital, maybe his arms and legs wouldn’t have been all fucked up from that cradled position he was put in coupled with malpractice that damaged his brain. Scott also still doesn’t know why he survived that.
Fortunately — with the courtesy of Cameron’s surprising cut of the money, in a few months he was able to be released from the metallic death trap and into a slow and slightly painful recovery.
But enough about the hell that was Total Drama and onto the beautiful present, Scott stays with Mike now. They live in some wooden cottage smack-dab in the middle of rural Canada and some place named Toronto.
Once in a while, they take turns finding an outing to pass time, and this time it was Mike’s turn.
Mike has always been a huge video game enjoyer, not more than Sam though. So naturally, he chose an arcade in some random downtown area.
“How do I work this thing??” Scott asks, incredulously, aggressively whacking a few buttons to get his point across.
“First off,” Mike starts, “Stop punching the buttons like that before we get a fine.”
“Whatever”
“The instructions are on the screen Scott — You have to insert the coins the man at the front told us to use” He explains to Scott, like he’s a toddler.
“I did it already!”
“Well did you put in enough?”
Scott looks back down at his balled up fist where a few more coins lay.
“Okay, In my defense I didn’t know how many to use!” Scott snaps.
“Alright, now click the red button to continue, and then you just play!”
“Sounds easy enough” Scott says smugly, while smirking.
Scott clicks the red button like Mike says, and the screen comes to life. The game is called ‘Pac-Man’. Scott is vaguely familiar with it, as he’s heard his brothers talk about taking up extra shifts to save up for the game.
“The premise of the game is to eat the yellow dots and avoid the ghosts, sounds easy?”
“Yup.”
As soon as he starts playing, he dies immediately after, he tries again — and then again, and keeps dying.
“What the fuck Mike! It’s rigged!” Scott yells at Mike and to whoever managed to put together this piece of shit game.
“It’s not rigged, you just need to keep practicing and not run into the ghosts!” Mike frantically tries to explain, begging for Scott to keep calm.
“Fine then! You do it!”
“I will! And then you’ll see it’s not rigged!”
Mike puts in a few more coins, the game starts up again like it did for Scott, but this time, Mike effortlessly manages to avoid the ghosts and even progresses to the next few stages.
“Okay! This is totally rigged, how are you doing this?”
“It’s called practice and focus!”
“I was focused!”
“Do you wanna go again?”
“Of course not! I’m not spending money on a rigged game, Pappy taught me that!” Scott smiles at the thought of his fathers words.
Mike rolls his eyes and stifles a laugh at Scott’s use of the word ‘Pappy’.
“Let’s go to the truck, we can get ice cream from the parlor down there and go home, how does that sound?”
“Good enough for me”
They make their way out of the small, family-owned, arcade and start the walk to Scott’s dingy, but loved, red pick-up truck.
“Hey,” Mike starts.
“What?”
“I love you.” Mike says and smiles, with a feeling of content in his heart.
“Stop with all the sappy shit” Scott says, while giggling in a way a teenage girl would while on the phone with her highschool boyfriend.
As much as Scott hated Total Drama, he met the love of his life through it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.