Totally Dramatic (Duncan x Reader)

Wawanakwa Gone Wild!

"Rangers and game wardens often have to relocate animals for their own good and the good of campers." Chris exclaimed, all of us now having gathered at the dock.

"For my good, I might have to barbecue my animal. I'm starving to death!" Gwen groaned, and I heard Leshawna and Geoff's stomachs whine in frustration. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"C'mon Chris, where's the decent food? At least the grey sludge Chef serves up is somewhat edible." I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Funny you should mention that, [Y/N]. The reward for winning today's challenge is a meal of all of your favourite foods!" All of a sudden, everyone's face lit up. I felt my mouth begin to salivate at the thought of all my favorite food on one plate.

"Now. Everyone, choose an animal assignment!" Chris extended his arm, holding out a hat with slips of paper inside. Owen stood up first.

"Chipmunk."

Then Leshawna. "Frog."

Duncan trailed after. "Raccoon."

Gwen sighed. "Duck?"

Geoff frowned. "Beaver."

Izzy smiled. "Deer, yes! Baggin' a doe!"

I went after Izzy, pulling out my slip of paper. Reading it, I sighed in relief. "Rabbit."

Heather grabbed the last one, scoffing. "Bear?! Are you kidding me?!" She glared at the host, who shrugged his shoulders.

"It's the only animal left." He tipped the hat forward, showing the now empty interior.

"These degenerates get cute little froggy and wee baby ducky and I'm supposed to trap a bear with my bare hands?!" Heather's voice rose, and I rolled my eyes.

"You're a degenerate." I saw Heather glare at me, but I smiled innocently. A few chuckles erupted from around me.

"You do get sixty seconds in the boathouse to gather any equipment that might help." Chris chimed in, and the girl turned her attention back to him.

"Unless there is an animal trainer and a zebra carcass in there, I don't think it'll be adequate. This is ridiculous!" Heather groaned, stomping her foot.

"You are such a child," I said, and she shot another glare at me.

"Zip it!" She sneered.

"I don't think I've mentioned the penalty yet." Chris spoke up, a smile on his face. "Loser cleans the communal washrooms." Heather's mouth dropped open, and she began muttering under her breath.

Searching through the boathouse, I glanced around to find something to help trap a rabbit. Surely it wouldn't be too hard, right? I grabbed a cage, that would close when something was inside it, some random pellets that I found in a bucket, and a container full of mixed vegetables.

"Uh, you're gonna trap a raccoon with a sledgehammer?" Gwen asked, and I turned around to see Duncan holding a sledgehammer in his hand.

"Oh, Duncan, that is not the way to go." I couldn't help but laugh as he looked between Gwen and I.

"Ah, thanks for the tip." He threw the sledgehammer, and I had to duck so it didn't wipe me out. He then went to inspect the other tools, and I made my way over to him with my stuff.

"Oh, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan. . . have fun cleaning up Owen's bathroom mess." I smirked, and I saw him roll his eyes.

"I can catch a racoon. It's a racoon!" He insisted, pulling a chainsaw off the wall. I stared at it in disbelief, but shook my head.