Chapter Text
It was a sunny day, the skies were clear blue without a cloud insight. It had been a few years since All Stars. By now Mike was confident that he had permanently gotten rid of his alters, that would be proven otherwise at the worst (best) moment. Mike and Zoey were walking side-by-side and lived in the same apartment because of the cheap rent and the convenience of living in a city. They had found out through a series of arguments and talking stages they were better as friends than lovers. Chris the much hated host of the show of the series 'Total Drama Island' had decided to host a reunion of all the contestants that participated in All Stars. The fucking sun was hitting Mike and Zoey in their eyes since it was setting in the direction they were going, Chris being the bragging bastard he is, he decided to host it in some random ass place in this city that was fancy as hell.
The front entrance was just a brick building with heavy doors but when they stepped inside it had a red carpet throughout the building with fancy white circular tables and matching chairs. From afar it may have looked fancy but when they looked at it from a closer view the objects looked on the verge of breaking into pieces and the carpets were torn. Chris definitely didn't want to go over the budget so he booked the most worn down place he could find. A man giving millions to a teenager every fucking season was high-key a cheapskate. It was bursting with the sound of familiar people such as Sierra, Scott and him, Alejandro.
Mike didn't want to admit it but he felt butterflies in his stomach and his face redden. Fuck what was wrong with him? He immediately tried to avert his gaze elsewhere in order to ensure they didn't make eye contact but, of course, since he had shitty luck, Alejandro was approaching him with a grin. How can someone stay so handsome after so long? He tried to make himself look like he was busy but Zoey nudged him and teased him to go and be brave and shoved him near Alejandro and then Mal decided to appear out of nowhere and front (can't take myself seriously wtf.)
"Hey Pal, or should I say Mal" Alejandro spoke with a smug grin, Mal being down bad for this manipulative bastard noticed the Spaniard had a beard now, it suited him well even though Mal would've assumed that the stuck up narcissist would have been a lad that preferred to be clean shaven when they first met. "Well, look at that, the silly bitch rolled in" Mal sneered sassily to Zoey, not haven grown out of his teenage dirtbag phase yet since he hasn't been able to grow as a person or alter much since he spent years busy hiding from Mike to not get erased like the other alters. "What the fuck, I thought you got rid of all the alters, especially you, Mal!" She yelled before storming off to a girl she talked to in All Stars before.
"You haven't gotten more creative insults I see." Alejandro commented, that stupid grin still on his face, "Still pathetic as always I assume, after all you have been hiding for a while just to not get like the others" Of course that bastard knew, he knew everything from rumours, common sense and a mixture of bullshitting and manipulating to twist the truth to his advantage. Mal hated him for that reason. Sure the guy was hot and manipulative but honestly that was as far as it went, he was such a scumbag- (as if Mal himself isn't) and it pissed him off because Alejandro always assumed only he himself could be right and Mal hated the fact that he usually was in fact correct.
"I'm better than everyone else here including you asshole" Mal hissed bitterly, his eyebrows knitting together as he rolled his eyes. Mal liked to assumed he was better because he was better at coming up with ideas and scheming and being more ruthless, a sociopath as some would call it since he is an altar and altars are formed from trauma so- wait what the fuck was he even on about?? Then he remembered he was meant to be getting pissed at Alejandro because he called him... PATHETIC?! Oh he'd kill that bitch, but how? hmmm... He should pretend that he thought it was funny and act all flirty to lure him into a private space to murder without witnesses!!!! That's a decent plan.
He began laughing unconvincingly and awkwardly, drawing attention from the other ex-contestants, and Alejandro looked concerned because why the fuck did Mal just go completely silent for two minutes and then started laughing like a lunatic? Alejandro legit waited for a reply like a npc just for Mal to reply to his snide comment because Mal's the type to speak a whole paragraph answer at a single word insult, not just a short sentence. "Wanna go somewhere private since we're best buddies?" Mal asked, it coming off as creepy as intentions to kill Alejandro is. "No, there is some capri sun on one of these tables and we can catch up here, where everyone else is-" Alejandro suggested awkwardly feeling uncomfortable currently.