Sorry for crappy writing at midnight.

Sorry not sorry, that is.

To be continued? Or I’ll leave you guessing forever. Who knows.

It’d been three months since the end of Total Drama City, and Pepper had barely moved a foot from his apartment. The brunette mess of a man rolled over in bed, glancing at the clock. It was two in the afternoon and he had only just woken up; this was now his typical circadian rhythm.

With a heavy sigh and a strained grunt, he pushed himself into a seated position and reached for the TV remote. When it turned on, it was already on the news channel, as per usual. Nothing new seemed to be happening lately in the city, not that he cared either way, really.

He rubbed his eyes, as if to try and wake up, but he was always sluggish as of late. After nearly a half hour of grumbling and sighing, he finally heaved himself off the bed and into the small kitchenette. On the coffee table was the ever-growing pile of letters. Most from family, some from colleges he’d applied to just after the end of Total Drama Tumblr, and a lot of spam mail.

He eyed the pile and thought, Maybe I should sort through that today…

Of course, he knew he wouldn’t. He just felt productive if he at least thought about doing something.

He stumbled to the fridge, seeing half a pizza left on one of the shelves. He plucked a cold slice from the box and munched away at the anything-but-nutritional “breakfast”.

As he made his way back to the bedroom in a zombie-like gait, he heard his cell phone ring.

He wasn’t sure which was the bigger miracle; that his phone was charged or that somebody was calling him.

((To be continued…?))