HalfafanD: Well, here's the next chapter to this story. To be honest, I like the new cast. Especially Mike, Cameron, and Zoey. I think Mike and his other personalities are cool. So, let's get started.
But before we do I have something more to say. I went back in and re-edited everything, even changing the plot. This story was broken. Anyway, you know those Line Breaks I do surrounded by all those 0s? Well, people were getting confused between what was on camera for all to see, what wasn't and which were confessionals, so I made new Line Breaks. They're still the same Line Breaks, but there are other types so you can tell which scene is which. Please note that each line break refers to the scene following after, not before.
0000000Line Break0000000 = Normal Line Breaks, in these scenes, there are no cameras it's a normal part of the story like in all my other fanfics.
0000000Show Line Break0000000 = Like a Normal Line Break, this one is just the same, but within the Total Drama Show. There will be cameras watching.
0000000Confessional0000000 = Obviously, a confessional.
0000000Back to the Show0000000 = When we leave the Confessional
That's all! Hope this clears things up. Enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Total Drama.
Total Drama Phantom!
"Are you sure about this, Chris?" Was a question Chef found himself asking way too many times when dealing with the host's crazy ideas. Like now for instance.
Apparently, some big shot billionaire had called the producers of the show about some ghost kid appearing on the show as a contestant. They approved it of course and called to alert Chris of the development. Needless to say, the host was all for the idea, especially when money was involved.
He had heard a little about the ghost kid. Personally, he believed it to be a ruse for tourists.
"Of course Chef. Besides, just imagine the ratings." Chris replied, outstretching his arms.
"Ok. If you say so." Yet the large man couldn't help but wonder what this so-called ghost kid was really like, and if the rumors were really true.
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About a week had passed by since Vlad's little call and luckily, both the host and the show itself were keeping their new soon-to-be-contestant under tight wraps, even from the other campers.
And as such, life at Camp Wawanakwa was fairly normal, or at least as normal as a toxic waste camp could get.
Currently, the campers were eating breakfast in the mess hall as they did every morning, since the start of the show. Each team at their respectful tables eating what looked to be mashed... gruel.
On the Toxic Rat's table, Sam ate a spoonful of said gruel, only to soon spit it back out.
"Ugghh... now I know why gruel rhymes with cruel." He commented while rubbing his stomach. He then looked up to see that the 'gruel' he spit up landed on Scott's face. "Oh, uh... sorry man."
Scott just scowled and simply threw his empty bowl at him, the hit leaving Sam to see stars and fall to the ground.
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"Hahaha, wimp. I grew up on a dirt farm. I could always chomp on a clod if I get the munchies." Scott laughed biting out of a clod just to simply prove his point. Though his boast was short-lived as when Scott gave a grin, his teeth finally gave and broke off. The poor farm-boy froze in horror at the realization.
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Meanwhile, at the Mutant Maggot's table, Anne Maria ate her fill as she sprayed her hair. Sadly for Cameron, who sat next to her, got a lungful of the spray. It wasn't until the poor kid started coughing that she noticed his dilemma.
"Sorry, short stuff. On the up side, now your lungs are waterproof." Came her simple apology, before she resumed eating and spraying.
"Wow, thanks." Cameron managed to cough out, still holding his throat.
Further down the table, Jo and Brick continued to chow down as much gruel as they could, each racing to try and finish before the other. But their competition was cut short as Brick ended up swallowing his own spoon.
The young boy-scout stood up in sudden panic, clutching his throat where the silverware was lodged in a desperate attempt to prevent himself from choking to death.
"Easy Jarhead," Jo brushed off in her typical wit, standing up next to him as she raised her fist. "Don't wet your panties."
And with that, she delivered the blow, hitting him directly at the spot where the spoon was stuck. The reaction was immediate as Brick then spat out the utensil with much force. So much force, in fact, that it went flying all the way to opposite end of the table where Mike and Zoey were conversing.
"...I like waffles too." And bam! Direct hit! The spoon successively bouncing off Mike's head. The result in which him giving out a yelp before rubbing the sore spot to assess the damage.
*gasp*
"Darn kids! Back in my day, we ate with our hands like decent folk!"
Zoey laughed, as she had already met 'Chester' during the first challenge. "You're hilarious. Unless you're not joking, but you are, right?"
The old man (teen?) started at her in response.
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"Ok, ok." Mike finally said, giving in. "I admit it. I, I have multiple personality disorder. I try to control them, but they never listen to me."
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*gasp*
And like the flip of a switch, Mike was Mike again, blinking briefly in confusion at everyone's odd stares.
"Lose the old-man-impression. It offends my sense of victory." Jo advised sitting back down next to Brick, who had recovered from his choking experience. "But your Russian gymnast Svetlana, how do you summon such strength and precision?"
No one else seemed to notice how Mike broke into a nervous sweat. "I, uh, rehearse a lot in front of my mirror." He then brought up his arm in a flexing pose in a poor attempt to impersonate his other personality. And to top it all off, he gave out a girlish 'duh', ending it with a nervous laugh.
Though Mike wasn't the only person in the room with odd troubles. Back at the Rats' table, Lightning shifted through his gruel with uncertainty.
"There's gotta be some protein in here somewhere." He said, hopeful, as he took a bite. Though it seemed that choking was becoming a regular thing on the island because, like Brick, Lightning soon found something to be stuck in his throat as well.
Dawn sat up from her seat on the table of the Toxic Rats and walked over. "Don't worry, I'll save you." She said while grabbing a hold of Lightning's chest. The force caused him to spit up a tiny mutant beetle which Dawn picked up.
"Oooh, that was a close one. Phew, Thanks, Creepy Girl." Lightning said, catching his breath.
"Hmm? For what?" Dawn asked, then turned to the beetle and began petting it, gaining a purr in response. "You're safe now, little one."
Cameron, still on the other side of the room, went back to eating his crud when he spotted a mutant possum on the table next to him. "Look! A cute little Apoptosis of Atticus!" He exclaimed and reached out a hand. But the mutant possum's eyes glowed a toxic green and began to float due to its telekinesis.
Everyone promptly screamed and ran out of the mess hall. Mike, however, was thrown out, rather ungracefully.
As the teams tried to catch their breath the speaker phones turned on.
"Attention players! Please head directly to the looming tragedy, that is now looming tragedy. Your race begins... now!" Chris's voice called over the speakerphone.
"Maggots hoe!" Jo hollered to inspire her team. And with that, they all headed off.
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Everyone in the living room was laughing out loud.
"Haha! When Scott ate that clod! Oh man, that was priceless!" Tucker shouted.
"Although we could be doing something more productive with our time instead of supporting the idea of senseless violence and competition for money and fame." Sam commented.
Tucker smirked. "You just enjoy watching Dakota and Anne Maria make a fools of theme selves 'cause they reminds you of Paulina."
Sam smirked right back. "And it is every bit as satisfying watching them fail spectacularly for doing the same things that Paulina does thinking that will get them far in life."
Danny just merrily smiled. When suddenly, a blue wisp of air expelled from his mouth. "Sorry guys. Gotta jet."
Sam raised an eyebrow, finding the timing suspicious. "I thought you said Skulker and Box Ghost were busy today."
"Yeah, but it doesn't have to be either of them all the time." Tucker reasoned. "Could be one of Danny's pals from the Zone wanted to hang today."
"True," Danny agreed. "My ghost sense only tells me of when a ghost is near, not who it is."
Tucker smirked. "My money's on Jonny. He probably got Kitty mad at him and needs you to act as their buffer again."
Danny sighed, recounting the dozens of times that had happened. Jonny and Kitty were among the many ghosts he had befriended.
Being a Fenton and on top of that wanting to be an astronaut, Danny was able to easily share mechanical expertise with Jonny and often read articles about newly developed bikes to tell him about.
As for Kitty, she was like a nice friend to talk to about more sensitive social subjects, Danny often provided a guy's perspective whenever the couple had a fight for her and whenever he and Sam got into an argument, it was vice versa. Though often times during their conversations, Kitty tended to make some not-so-subtle hints and nudges toward him and Sam.
Sam frowned. "But don't you think the timing's suspicious?"
"What do you mean?" Danny blinked owlishly.
"It's summer vacation, first of all. And mostly all the ghosts you know, good or bad, are all occupied with something else today. And now suddenly, and after that conversation, one we had yesterday no less, your ghost sense goes off? Something has to be up."
Danny hummed. "That is a bit odd."
"Aw don't listen to her." Tucker brushed off. "Even if that was the case Danny can take care of himself now. He's had his powers for almost three years now."
He turned to Sam. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Same nodded, still not sure, but gave in anyway. "Be careful."
Danny nodded, quickly transforming into his ghost half before phasing out of the house and flying off.
He followed to where his ghost sense picked up the ghost; the cemetery, fitting enough. Floating down among the tombstones, he began to search for the ghost.
That was when he felt a slight sting in his shoulder. Turning to his arm he was surprised to see a tranq dart. He immediately pulled it out but once he did, it was already too late.
He began to feel extremely sleepy. His whole body felt like lead as he began to lose all feeling in his body, collapsing on the ground not long after.
His eyes started to droop, struggling to remain open, but just before they closed one last time a figure appeared in his line of sight above him. It was a bit fuzzy, but he was able to make out the colors blue, black and white, along with two bright red eyes. But it was the voice he heard next that told him just who this figure was.
"Sleep tight, Little Badger." And then he knew no more.
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Soon, both teams finally reached Looming Tragedy. Each teen hunched over or sitting, desperately trying to catch their breath.
"Did we win?" Sam gasped out, feeling like a fish out of water, flopped onto the ground like this. Everyone's attention was then directed to Cameron as he groaned, the bubble boy weakly wobbling over to a bush to empty his breakfast.
"If we were hamsters, I would have eaten you by now." Came Jo's flat statement, but was nearly cut off by a shrill whistle after her insult. The cut-off happened to have come from Chris, who was standing next to Chef by a small jeep.
"Ok, mutant food, on with the challenge. Part one is an uphill battle. You have to climb all the way up to that cliff. First team to reach the top gets advantage in part two. You can climb with your hands or use whatever you find in that pile over there." Chris explained, pointing to the pile of junk nearby. "Don't worry, this junkyard doesn't have a dog. It has a giant mutant beetle!"
And right on cue, a giant mutant beetle popped out of the pile of junk. Everyone gasped. Chris however, just simply laughed.
"Big guy's a bit of a hoarder. His estate is full of useful crud, and disgusting crud." The beetle then threw a toilet at the campers, though it missed. "That is if you can get near it." Chris then gave a thumbs up to Chef who was at the top of the cliff to blow the horn. "It is on!"
"Let's hustle Maggots! Double time!" Jo shouted.
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Cameron began to pull himself up but wasn't really succeeding. "Shirt so heavy." He muttered. "Socks weighing me down." And he slid to the ground.
"You can do it, Cam! Focus!" Zoey shouted, hanging on a branch little ways up. Though it wasn't long before she too lost her grip. Since she was higher, there was no doubt she would've suffered a great injury. So she screamed as she began her plummet, but not before Mike grabbed her hand just in time. The two smiled, staring into each other's eyes. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
"Move it Maggots!" Jo ordered from the other side of the cliff, Brick climbing behind her 'till he reached her height. "Parents made me a climbing wall playpen." She supplied to him.
"Impressive. I conquered the rock at a sergeant Jr. boot camp. Dislocated my hip getting my obstacle badge. Check this out." He said as he twisted in his position, attempting to dislocate his hip. But sadly, the action only resulted in a dislocated arm. His face contorted in pain at the sickening sound of the crack.
"Nice. And when'd you learn to dislocate your arm?" She asked, smiling.
"Just now." He groaned in agony.
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Scott was climbing at a reasonable speed when Lightning started to catch up. "Sha-zoom, sha-booby, sha-"
The farm boy grit his teeth. He couldn't take it anymore! "Shut your mouth for once!"
"Get ready to lose to a girl, again!"
Both boys gazed up to see Jo and Brick still climbing ahead of them. Jo, still smirking at the remark she made, went back to climbing.
"What girl?" Lightning asked as he turned to Scott. "Who's he talking about?" Scott just stared disbelievingly at the jock. Was it possible for someone to be this dumb?
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Anne Maria, still standing at the bottom, was still doing her hair as she observed her work through her compact mirror. Normally she would've had it over and done with. So really it was Chris's fault she was still setting up her do for today's challenge.
"And would the lady be participating?" Chris asked as he walked up.
Maria scoffed, shoving her hand in front of him. "Have you seen my nails? These are why I drive with my feet."
The host only stared. Today's generation just kept getting crazier and crazier.
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Dawn, who was still on the ground, continued to attempt in jumping up to grab a ledge above her. Her petite stature wasn't doing her any favors though. She stopped as she saw Sam slid down beside her.
"And I'm officially done. Goodnight everybody."
"Sam wait." She spoke, motioning at one of their teammates observing the pile of crud Chris had mentioned earlier. "I sense B has a plan."
"Heh, cool. I hope it involves not climbing."
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Lighting reached to the next ledge. One ledge closer. He was about to continue further up when something caught his eye, a little bit of rumble, sitting right by him. Smiling, he kicked it off the ledge. "Sha-whoops."
The rocks managed to hit Zoey, Mike, and Cameron, all three landing on the ground in a heap. Though conveniently, they managed to land near Anne Maria, still tending to her hair. Cameron reached his hand up toward Maria, wishing to ask for assistance, only for it to be whacked away by her.
"Don't touch the hair!"
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B moved to grab something from the pile of crud. But the mutant beetle began to breathe fire in his direction from its mouth. Scared, he backed off.
"Oh come on!" Sam cried. "Fire too?! Seriously?!"
"We must distract his tortured soul!" Dawn cried and ran toward B, who was shielding himself from the fire with a refrigerator door. As she ran up, she spotted a flute in the pile and grabbed it.
"Toss it over!" Sam shouted. "I've got Flute Fan 3 at home, and high score!" Dawn compiled and tossed over the flute. Once Sam was situated, he began to play.
The notes were extremely crappy and ear piercing. It did grab the beetle's attention, but not in the way he had intended. Instead, it left its usual spot and began to chase after Sam. The gamer immediately stopped playing to run for his life.
"The console makes better music!" Sam shouted while running.
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As Mike, Zoey, and Cameron regained their strength from landing rather painfully, Zoey spotted B dragging a toxic waste barrel from the pile of junk.
"Hey, the Rats have the right idea." She spoke up, getting the boys' attention. She walked over to the pile, motioning them to follow. "Maybe we can use something from the trash pile."
Mike and Cameron, getting the idea, followed Zoey to grab some stuff of their own.
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Chef calmly observed the campers' progress from the top of the cliff. Giant ice blocks stacked around him.
His radio beeped. He grabbed it and pulled it up to his ear. "You know what to do," Chris said on the other end. "Ice them." Chef smirked at that and spotted his first victim: Lightning.
Lighting, not noticing Chef up above, felt a sense of victory sweep him. "Sha-make way for the Lighting." He announced. "Sha-bam! Sha-booby! Sha-"
Lightning didn't get to finish, as cold harsh reality smacked him right in the face. He lost his grip, falling down fast and crashing into Scott as both zoomed passed Jo in their plummet to earth. She looked up to find the cause: Chef.
Chef threw down two more, but with Jo now aware of Chef's presence up above, she dodged easily.
"Gotta get up pretty early, Chef." She quipped.
Chef glared, wanting nothing more than to strike her down. But with her now expecting an attack, she was more than capable of avoiding them. So, it was time to switch targets, and he had just the soldier in mind.
Deciding to make Brick his victim instead, Chef threw another block of ice. As the army teen climbed up, he grabbed a pipe sticking out of the cliff with his teeth, his arm being out of commission as it was. He then made a move to grab the ledge above him with his good hand.
But as he placed the palm on the rock, it got smashed by the icy brick, the ice instantly breaking apart upon impact. Brick pulled back his hand in reflex, giving a yelp as he shook his now red hand.
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"Hey!"
Anne Maria, still spraying her hair, stopped at the voice.
"Hey, Poof-Head!"
The helmet-haired woman gazed up to see Jo, who had paused in her climbing to get her attention.
The athlete grinned. "Too bad, they don't make spray-on style! You could use some!"
Anne Maria grit her teeth, crushing her spray can in anger. "What you say to me?! Oh, it is on!" She yelled, stomping past a downed Lightning and Scott. Reaching the cliff, she began to climb up.
Chef, switching targets again, decided to aim for the new climber this time. And although he made contact, the sturdy hair shattered the ice.
"Hey! Quit it!" She shouted and punched the next ice cube to where it broke. "I'm coming for you pasty!"
Jo merely gave a wry smile.
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"Every team has a weak link," Jo explained. "As leader, it's my job to find that link and manipulate it into to doing whatever I want. Hmmm... leadership has its perks."
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Zoey used a grabbling hook to get a grip of a ledge high up. Once it was firm enough for her to climb on, she grabbed a hold of the rope and started climbing. "Come on, let's get climbing."
Determined, the boys followed her lead. Mike used plungers the pull himself up, while Cameron used his own chewed gum.
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The beetle continued punching Sam in the face, a feat that had apparently been going on for a while as he face was already battered and bruised. And the boxing glove certainly wasn't helping matters.
"Feel free to help anytime." He moaned. He obviously was referring to Dawn, who was staring at the creature. Something was tickling the back of her mind. Something that struck as familiar. And then, suddenly, it dawned upon her.
"Wait!" She exclaimed reaching into her hoodie pocket and pulled out the little beetle. "Look, is this why you're so distraught?"
They beetle stopped what it was doing and turned to face her. Seeing the smaller within her hand, happy and safe, it was overjoyed. The larger then released Sam from its grasp, scurrying over to Dawn to reunite with the younger. It grabbed the little one in its arms and tapped it gently, allowing the little one to be able to burp fire. Happy at little one's safe return, it went back to its home the touching reunion coming to a close.
Dawn smiled warmly at the display. "That was beautiful."
Sam moaned. "I can taste my spine."
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Finally, B was finished with his little gadget. It was a large sofa on a barrel of toxic waste with wires all around.
"Baking soda, a broken chair leg?" Sam observed as we walked up to Lightning and Dawn, who were also off to the side. "I was clobbered by a giant fire breathing beetle, so you could collect this?!"
B, as usual, didn't respond. Instead, he sat on the chair with a green and blue wire still in hand. He then motioned for everyone to hop on.
Lightning merely shrugged at the others' confused faces and proceeded to get on as well, Dawn and Sam following not long after. As for Scott, resigned as always, he just simply grabbed the sofa's arm.
Once everyone was situated, B connected the two wires in his hands. A current circulating through the rigged sofa before it was launched into the air. The cushioned rocket flying high above all the other climbers.
"Sha-boom, brother!"
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Jo had finally grabbed the last and final ledge. Ecstatic, she pulled herself up. Finally, finally she won. Beyond thrilled at her victory, she jumped repeatedly in excitement.
This was how Chef found her, and he couldn't do anything about it. How did she sneak up behind him like that?
Well, there wasn't anything he could do about that. She made it to the top, so he couldn't go after her anymore. But there were still plenty more campers to clobber with ice cubes down below.
His visions of ice pelting teenagers suddenly ceased as a rocket sofa flew over-head. Jo took notice as well, her victory dance being cut short. And all she could do was stand there as the sofa landed right on the island's cook.
She hid a wince at the loud thud the couch gave as it hit solid rock. That had to hurt.
"You did it, B! We won the challenge!" Dawn exclaimed. Everyone cheered, happy at the unorthodox development. Until they were then cut off by Scott's screams as he crashed next to them, having let go of the arm during mid-flight.
"Ow!"
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"Ok, seriously. Beverly, the explosives expert mime, HAS TO GO!" Scott shouted, stabbing his shark tooth into the wall beside him.
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"Slow your roll, nature's nurse," Chris called out, flying up on a jetpack. "I say who wins."
Jo laughed at the Rat's quick judgment.
"The Rats! Thanks to B." Chris reiterated. The Toxic Rats, minus Scott, resumed their cheering. "You see how I do that better?"
"Wait a minute. I got up here first." Jo protested as Brick walked up behind her. "We won."
"We won? Yeah!" Brick exclaimed raising his arms but then yelped in pain from his arm still being dislocated.
"First team to the top wins. That means the whole team. You're still missing some members."
Jo just scoffed in response. "Whatever."
"Die, Blondie!" Everyone turned around to see a familiar hair-do. Jo blinked. Whoops, she forgot about that. Anne Maria gave out a battle cry as she ran over to punch Jo.
Said athlete side-stepped, avoiding the blow. Which was a shame, since Brick was standing right beside her, automatically making him the target.
Bricked back-pedaled, making continuous sounds of pain before he noticed something. His arm was better.
"Hey, it's fixed. Thanks, An-raaaaaahhhhhh!" He couldn't even finish his sentence as he fell off the edge and all the way down to the ground, bouncing off every rock and ledge as he did. His moan traveled back up top. "My other arm!"
Chris peeked over the edge. "Who else is heading for a fall... literally? Find out after the break."
"I also bit my tongue!"
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"Ugghh... what hit me?" Danny asked, sleep tangled within his voice. He groggily opened his eyes, finding himself on a bed.
Not his. The room was much too small. Plus the last thing he remembered was watching TV with Sam and Tuck, not going to sleep.
Swinging his legs over the edge, he stood up from the bed, only to feel the whole world around begin to sway.
The ghost boy yelled as he nearly fell to the floor. Odd, Danny's powers usually gave him an excellent sense of balance. Why did the room feel like a giant Tilt-A-Whirl?
After managing to stable himself again, Danny spotted a door and went to open it. Bright light immediately filled his vision.
Once his eyes adjusted, Danny was greeted by the sight and smell of saltwater as far as the eye could see. He walked forward up to the rail, the last of the fog in Danny's mind cleared away. Now he knew why the room was swaying before. He was on a boat!
"What the heck! What's going on?!" Danny shouted at the top of his lungs. A squeak not too far from him made him realize he wasn't alone. Turning, Danny spotted a rather short young adult male with glasses and dark eyes, his dark hair short as well. He also wore tan cargo pants and simple red flannel shirt.
Seeking answers, Danny attempted to approach him. But the poor guy was so startled by Danny's outburst that he ran off before the hybrid could get a single word in.
"Well, you look like you had a lovely nap," An all too familiar voice spoke up. He recognized that honey-dripped bring-chills-down-your-spine voice anywhere.
Danny turned to see Vlad standing behind him. He couldn't help but let out a snort at the fact that the pompous billionaire was still dressed in his typical business suit, even though it was summer and they were both under the harsh hot sunlight out on open water.
"Yeah, nothing like getting shot with a tranq dart to help you catch those extra Zs," Danny drawled. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"
Vlad just smiled in response. "I suppose I should ask you the same thing, seeing as how you gave that poor intern a delightful scare... Danny Phantom."
Danny shot a confused look at the older halfa. Needing confirmation, he leaned over the railing to gaze at his reflection in the water. Sure enough, he was still in his ghost form. So that explained the other guy's reaction earlier.
Satisfied with the visual answer, Danny once again turned his attention toward Vlad. "You wanna tell me what your evil scheme this time has to do with me being in my ghost form and us out on a boat at open sea?"
"Oh, I assure you, dear boy, we won't be out on the sea for long. We'll be reaching an island shortly. Camp Wawanakwa I believe it's called. Perhaps you've heard of it."
Danny's eyes widened before deadpanning shortly after. "You replaced the spy cameras in my house again and overheard our conversation, didn't you."
"Well, you did destroy the old ones. You should be more conscious of that. High resolution isn't cheap you know."
"Well, I wouldn't have destroyed them if you didn't plant them in my house in the first place."
"Oh, you know me, Daniel," Vlad waved off. "I have to keep an eye on you and your friends somehow. I do worry about you."
"Right..." Danny rolled his eyes. "I see you're punching your mess-with-me-only-once-every-two-months rewards card with this stunt."
The man raised an eyebrow at the odd choice of words before nodding. "Indeed I am. Since you know where we're heading and why I brought you here, I'm sure you can guess what you'll be doing upon our arrival."
"And I'm sure you realize that I can just fly away anytime I want off this boat or even the island." Was Danny's mock response, as he assumed the same posture and tone the man was using toward him.
"Charming." Came the single response Danny received as the elder halfa paired it with a leer.
Danny simply smirked. "I try."
The man cleared his throat. "Back to the subject, I think you'll find it hard to simply fly away, or use any of your powers for that matter. That special accessory you're wearing on your wrist there will prevent you from using any of your powers save for the basic traits."
"Like my strength and speed?"
"Indeed. As well as your heightened senses, such as hearing and the like. You also won't be able to transform back into your other form."
Danny hummed as he gazed down at the Tech wrapped around his left wrist. It wasn't bulky like the ghost cuffs his parents or the Guys in White designed. In fact, the metal was incredibly thin. Light too, compared to those heavy dumbbells.
The look almost reminded Danny of the Fenton Thermos, though instead of light blue, the silver metal band had bright green accents matching his ghostly eyes. Even under the bright sunlight, Danny could see the soft green glow of the band, telling him that it was doing its job and keeping his main powers suppressed.
The ghost boy gave a heavy sigh. "I'm not getting out of this am I."
"Afraid not, Little Badger. I called the producers myself and made all the preparations. You won't be leaving this show unless you either win or you're voted out. And don't try and do a bad job on purpose. If the producers see that you were failing the challenge on purpose, well, let's just say you'll have trouble earning that fatal vote."
"Alright, I get it. If I don't give effort I'm stuck more than before." Danny huffed, blowing his snow white hair out of his eyes briefly. "What about the Guys in White, or my parents for that matter? If either of them sees me on TV they'll flip their lid. And what exactly am I gonna tell Mom and Dad when they find that I flew the coop without any warning?"
"Not to worry. I went ahead and called both your parents. I told them that I was off to attend a business meeting in Florida that just so happened to be near NASA and offered for you to come with me. Naturally, you being the NASA fan that you are you agreed."
"Of course." Danny deadpanned. Though mulling over the idea, it was sort of true. Danny would jump at any opportunity to go see NASA.
"As for the Phantom side of the matter, although I have yet to deal with your parents, I've taken action against the Guys in White and initiated contracts with the producers of the show. Since you're technically a ghost, I went ahead and signed all standard contracts in your stead. As of now, as long as that show runs and you're a part of it, they can't touch you."
"And my stuff?"
"All packed and safely stored on this ship. They're actually in the very room you woke up in." Vlad replied, gesturing to the door Danny stepped out of. "I also took the liberty of packing some special surprises for you that you'll appreciate as well supplying with at least some ghost gadgetry, if on the off chance one of your enemies shows up to fight you. We'll arrive on the island by nightfall."
"Wonderful." Was all Danny said to comment before turning to go back into the room and shutting it behind him and leaning against the wall, letting all the information he'd just been given process.
Danny wanted to get out of the situation somehow, like lose on purpose or break the bracelet that kept him from using his powers. But he also knew that doing that wouldn't accomplish anything. It was official, he was going to be on Total Drama.
Though it could've been a lot worse. Vlad could've made Danny's experience on the island a living hell, but he didn't. Rather, the elder halfa gave Danny a bit of a cushion and wiggle room to move about freely on his own. Not to mention providing a solid cover story for his human half and keeping the Guys and White off his back. Needless to say, Vlad thought this through.
If anything, all the challenges he'll participate in, Chris's torturing, and all the cameras will prove to be nothing more than an annoyance. It was just a matter of how much he'll let it get to him. When it came to the media, being on camera, and just getting attention in general, be it as Fenton or Phantom, Danny tended to get irritated, fast. And Vlad knew this.
Danny sighed. Well, either way, he was just gonna have to roll with the punches.
Standing straight again, the young halfa moved over to the bed. He had at least the rest of the day to kill until nightfall, he might as well enjoy it.
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It was about a little past noon by the time the second part of the challenge was ready. Both noxious teams were ready to go, the afternoon sun giving them a nice warm beam to keep each and every camper fired up.
Or at least that would've been the case. Instead, due to Chris's intervention, each and every camper stood in snow about a few inches deep, surrounded by falling snowflakes chilling them to the bone. And the worst part, none of them had a shred of winter gear to shield them from the bitter cold. Rather, all they were given were two long poles, each having a small flag that represented their teams' namesake respectively.
"Greetings Ice Teens!" Came a shout, accompanied by a purring engine. The campers turned to see none other than their ungrateful host pull up in his very own snowmobile, with Chef at the wheel.
To add insult to injury. Neither of the two were bothered by the freezing temperatures and their snow machines provided, though that was most likely because they bother were wearing comfy winter gear.
"Cold enough for ya?" Chris laughed. Shivers and chattering teeth were the only response he got. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"Time for part two of today's challenge; capture the snow fort. To win, you have to either demo the enemy's fort or capture their flag and bring it to your own fort. Rats won the first part so, they get first dibs on the forts."
As Chris explained, he gestured to two forts that had been built since before their arrival. The one toward their right was a masterpiece. Crafted expertly to look like a middle-aged era castle. The fort to the left, on the other hand, was a far cry from the first. It looked as if a five-year-old had built it, a poor imitation of the other. Still, the snowy shack at least stood on its own.
"Sh-sha-peasy. C-Castle." Lightning shuttered out as the Rats examined both forts, pointing to the fort in question.
"Nuh-uh. G-Got to be a trick. Nice on the outside means nasty on the inside. W-We'll take the s-shack." Scott countered. Decision made, the teams headed over to their designated forts.
Sam shivered, trailing behind the other Rats. "I-I hope it has a fireplace."
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"Great, the crappiness is thorough."
The others agreed with Sam, as Scott's reasoning was not as sound as they initially believed. The fort looked just as terrible as it did on the outside, with the exception of a pile of snowballs and shovel already residing inside.
It was no wonder why everyone was glaring at the redhead.
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"All part of the plan," Scott assured, giving a nervous chuckle. "Is it hot in here?"
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While the Rats severely regretted their choice, the Maggots, on the other hand, couldn't be more grateful for it. Their cheers merrily ringing off of the snowy walls.
"Ha-ha! What a bunch of suckers!" Anne Maria laughed, giving a high-five to Cameron. "Maggots rule!"
"Yes! This battle is so ours." Brick agreed. Mike, caught up in the enthusiasm, cheered out and went to high five Brick.
Unfortunately, the soldier hadn't fully recovered from the first challenge. So Mike ended up high-fiving his still dislocated arm, causing Brick to give out a yelp in pain, ending their short celebration.
"Listen up players," Chris's voice called out on a megaphone. "Here's how it works. Use the shovel in each fort to fire your collection of mystery snowballs, which you can fire at each other's forts."
Scott turned to where he spotting the tool sticking out in the snow next to the small mountain of snowballs, making his way toward it. Grabbing the shovel, the farm-boy smiled.
"Awesome. I took out my uncle's left eye with a meatball this way."
"Why are they called mystery balls?!" Zoey shouted out in question.
"Because they all inflict major damage, thanks to the secret weapon hidden inside each ball." Was Chris's simple answer. "But some will damage you, so choose wisely. Each team has to elect a captain to command and conquer. Starting... now!"
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"As team captain, I say we-" Both Brick and Jo began, only to stop short when each realized the other was speaking.
Well, this was awkward. Luckily, Jo came up with a quick solution.
"Thumb wrestle, stat!"
The two athletes quickly joined hands and set their thumbs into position. And with that, the match started. Although both were determined to be captain and put up one hell of a fight, the match was easily over in a few seconds. With Jo being the victor, and Brick's thumb being crushed.
"Ghah!" Brick yelled for the umpteenth time that day. He seemed to be getting hurt quite a lot in this weeks challenge. Oh well, the match was decided. He quickly shook off the pain and gave a noble salute. "Never met a girl stronger than me... not even my mom."
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"Hmm. Seems Brick's a gentleman. He hardly tried." Jo hummed, but her next thought brought a smirk to her face. "And chivalry is a weakness I could take advantage of."
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"Brick, Lazy, Zoey, you're on offense. You're mission, capture the enemies' flag. The rest of us will fire snowballs and defend the fort." Jo summarized, not wasting any time in her new position as captain.
The three maggots then set out. But not before Mike grabbed Zoey's hand.
"Be careful. I think Scott's psycho."
Zoey smiled. "And you, uhhh... don't let Svetlana pull a hamstring." She then paused. "I'm gonna go over there."
And with that she followed the others outside.
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"The guys back home are gorgeous." Zoey explained. "But they're all hockey thugs and juvie rejects with a collective IQ of ten. Mike is hot and smart. I was really starting to think hot-smart guys were imaginary like... unicorns and perfect hair."
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"I'm captain. Live with it." Scott said, firmly. "B, Dawn, and I stay here. Lighting and Sam, capture their maggoty flag."
Sam raised his hand. "Umm... maybe someone with a little more leg-foot coordination should-"
"And... go!" Chris shouted to start the game. Looks like their time was up.
"Let's book it!" Lightning shouted, running out of the snowy fort. Sam following not far behind.
"Great." The gammer grumbled. "More running."
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"Hurry Up. My ice is melting. And your forts will too if the sun gets much higher." Chris called out, sipping out of a coconut. He was lounging on a chair under an umbrella while cozied up by a fire pit. Chef sitting not far away reclined as well.
Their body language and tone hardly sounded like one of warning. But the message was clear; time was of the essence in this challenge.
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Sam, still running after Lightning toward the enemy fort, was beginning to loose his breath. He panted and gasped before soon his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the ice. But, as luck would have it, the motion gave Sam enough of a push to be able to slide along the frozen surface like a penguin.
The gammer grinned. "Looks like the thunder's gonna arrive before the lightning."
Speaking of the Lightning, the jock was still running at full sprint, not the slightest bit tired. But the athlete certainly was thrown through a loop when Sam, in all his gammer glory, slid past him on his stomach his cry of 'I'm thunder!' being his only explanation.
Unfortunately the gloating was short lived as Sam finally slowed to a stop, before falling into the water below not long after the ice cracked under his weight. By the time he re-emerged, he was a giant ice cube floating on the water's surface.
Chef couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I've got to tell you." Chris spoke joining in on the fun. "No man's land is more like no man's water."
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"...No I'm not gonna listen to the snowball. I'm gonna chuck it." Scott argued back at Dawn.
It seemed like the Rats were still having trouble discussing their strategy to defend their fort. The only one seeming to not be involved was B. The large teen was satisfied with simply sitting on the sidelines this time. That is until something caught his eye, just barely out of his view.
Walking over to it he found it to be a large piece of chopped ice roughly the size of a door. Smiling at an idea forming, he then opening his jacket filled with various tools before settling on a pick-ax and began to sculpt the broken ice.
"But it's full of negative energy." Dawn warned, gesturing toward the particular snowball Scott wanted to chuck. Their discussion once again in center view.
"So am I." The farm boy retorted picking up the source of their argument, only to quickly regret it as it blew up in his face. The girl then gently place her hand on the boy's shoulder.
"You weren't held enough as a child."
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"Ok, she's gotta go too." Was Scott's fretful comment as he held a fetal position.
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"Just pick one already." Scott finally gave in, now fed up with her antics.
"This one!" Was her immediate response followed by a clap on her hands. Wasting no time, the farm boy immediately grabbed the selected ball and proceeded to chuck it. They were rewarded with a direct hit to one of the other fort's pillars.
"Lucky guess." Scott hummed in compliment.
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"Come on people! We have to attack!" Jo shouted.
"Can't! Guarding flag!" Was Cameron's only response. Though it hardly looked like guarding when all he did was hung on to the flag pole for dear life. But Jo didn't protest. Instead she was more interested in the one team member that stayed behind to continue her spray-on.
"Hey spray-head, didn't I tell you to go catch their flag?"
"I ain't riskin' fly aways." Was her only response as she continued to tend to her hair.
That. Was. It. Having enough of the helmet haired chick, Jo marched right up and snatched her spray can, only to then chuck it out into unknown outside the fort.
"No!" The beauty protested, but it was too late. She gave Jo her deadliest glare. "Oh, this ain't over." And with that warning she ran out. "Lousy doe, making me run out here."
Jo merely laugh in response. "Too easy."
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"In coming at twelve o' clock!" Brick shouted in warning. Both him and Zoey quickly ducking as another snowball sped past overhead.
"Hey guys! Wait up!" At the voice the two glanced at Anne Maria casually walking towards them, the snowball from before smashing into her only for her poof to shield her against it, leaving her completely unfazed by the hit.
Brick smirked, an idea taking form. Zoey quickly realizing what the soldier was planning, was quick to deny it.
"Oh no, we shouldn't."
"I'm afraid we have no choice." Was his reasoning as he got up and got behind Anne Maria, with Zoey reluctantly following suit. Once behind her, they began to push their new shield toward the Rats' snow fort.
"Hey, quit pushing!" Their shield protested. But it fell on deaf ears.
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Back with the Rats, Lightning finally managed to lug the Sam-cicle out of the water. Sam couldn't be more grateful to soon be broken out of his icy prison.
"Don't worry buddy. Lightning will get you out..." The jock assured, only to then grin. "After we win."
And with those fleeting words he prepared to make a mad dash toward the Maggots' fort, only to be thwarted by Jo's spectacular aim. Sam grew nervous in his helpless state. What now? He was frozen, Lightning was unconscious and the Maggots had just walked past him. No doubt on their way to capture his team's flag. Needless to say, they were doomed.
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Despite the bleak circumstances, the Rats seemed to be doing ok within their fort. Well, Scott and Dawn were anyway. Who knew where B was. But their team seemed to have an endless amount of bad luck as the giant mustang beetle from earlier that day popped right out from underneath the snow, ready to attack.
"Whoa!" Scott attempted, appearing to hopefully calm the mutant creature. He then gestured to Dawn. "Remember her? She organized your family reunion."
The creature narrowed its eyes skeptically, but thankfully Mutant Beetle Jr. made its presence known on top of its mother's head. It waved enthusiastically at its savior, its mother soon following suit.
Dawn, more than happy, replied with a gentle wave of her own back to her new friends.
"Don't hurt us. Hurt them." To illustrate his point he ran to the window of the fort and directed the beetle's attention toward the enemy fort. More than happy to return the favor for saving her child, the mother beetle leaped outside and began to scurry to he destination.
Scott grinned as he watched their new ally. Dawn smiled at the farmer, her admiration seeming genuine.
"I didn't know your were a beetle whisperer."
Her only response was a scoff followed by resumed snowball chucking.
As for B, the silent genius climbed up the snowy stairs he crafted, a large chunk of ice in his hands. It wasn't as large as when he'd found it, but still rather large after his sculpting. He placed it right on top of one of the fort's pillars, angling it just so so the sun would catch its reflection, allowing it to bounce off and cast over the Maggots' fort.
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"Uh oh." Cameron cried out his concerns, still clinging to the pole like it was his lifeline. "We're melting."
Indeed it was. Jo needed a solution, fast. She turned to Mike.
"Mike, do your Svetlana thing and get on the catapult."
"I can't! My personality-I mean impressions, are hard to ummm..." The boy trailed off, hoping to somehow explain why he couldn't just switch personalities with the flip of a switch. He doubted Jo could possibly understand his situation, even if he told the truth. But thankfully this time, he didn't have to.
Cameron smirked. "And first up on the vault, five time Russian champ...!"
*gasp*
"It's Svetlana!" Came the gymnast's grand introduction. And with pride and bravery she hoped right onto the shovel, Jo following her lead and launching him high over the fort.
"Get the flag, Svetlana!"
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"Just, a few, more, feet." Anne Maria moaned in desperation as she was still being pushed by Brick and Zoey, but it was all worth it because finally, finally, they came up to where her spray can had landed.
She quickly leaned down and grabbed her treasured can and gave it a big kiss, halting her team's progression in the process. But she didn't care, she got her spray can back, and it was high time she amended the damage her hair had suffered from the outside air and deadly snowballs.
But the reunion was not meant to last unfortunately. Seemed like no one was lucky on this island today. Because, having forgotten all about the snowballs, she was no prepared for one to smack her right in the face and knocking her to the icy floor.
Brick and Zoey, who were once again shielded by their teammate, looked on in concern. Was she ok?
"Make way for Svetlana!" The two looked up toward the source of the voice as they sailed overhead and right into the other enemy's fort.
Scott, who'd been happily chucking snowballs with Dawn in peace, suddenly jumped, completely startled as one of the opposing team members (Mike was his name, wasn't it?) crashed into their fort through the window. The impact unfortunately demolishing the poor teen's shirt.
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"Oh! One side, losers!" Mike called out, grinning as he ripped off what remained of his torn up shirt. Scott had grabbed the shovel to hopefully defend themselves with, but it hardly did any good as the shirtless teen marched right up and shoved him aside, making a b-line for the flag.
By the time the other three Maggots arrived, Mike had successfully pulled out the flag. He turned to them with a flirtatious smirk.
"Aye yo, you lookin' for dis?"
Anne Maria swooned. "Oh my..."
"That's ours!" Scott cried out, having gotten up from the snow. He then charged at the other, ready to snatch their team's flag back. "Hand it over!"
Mike grinned, using only his hand to hold the farm boy back before once again shoving him into the snow. Zoey, not wanting to waste anymore time on this opportunity to win, ran up to grab his hand.
"Come on Mike. Let's get it back to our fort."
Mike however, shook his hand away in response. "Aye yo, Beasty. You wanna touch the Vito, you gotta make an appointment."
Zoey blinked, reeling from the statement. What had happened to her friend? Anne Maria on the other hand...
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about."
Brick frowned, walking up to his teammate. "Come on Mike, the play's over; you win best actor. Now give me the flag."
"Oh yeah?" Mike, or rather Vito, challenged. He then pumped up an arm, winking at Maria. "Over my tanned body?"
But neither Brick, nor Scott for that matter, the farmer once again standing up, backed down. Vito simply smiled.
"Let's rumble!"
"Give me that flag!"
The next few sounds to emanate through the fort were grunts and shouts. The three guys continuing to pummel each other over the flag, leaving the girls (and B) to watch in dismay. Unfortunately for the other two, Vito was apparently a lot tougher than he looked. Seeing as how it didn't take long for Scott to be thrown outside.
The red head groaned, lifting himself off the unforgiving ice, until something caught his eye.
"What the...!"
Oh what indeed. For across the frozen lake, the Maggots' fort, having once been a snowy Fort Knox, was now reduced to a rapidly melting shack of mush. Now the snow building mirrored their own.
Jo, determined to not lose quite so easily, was just outside desperately attempting to keep the fort standing by shoveling fresh snow onto the fort, though sadly it wasn't helping much. He could also hear the faint cries of the smaller team member (he was screaming something about wanting a bubble) along with the familiar roars of their mutant ally.
"Crud." He muttered. This was not good. If they won he wouldn't be able to control who got voted off. No way that can happen. Not on his watch. Desperate to find a quick solution, Scott began scanning the area around him, hoping to find the cause for why that fort was melting faster than that witch in The Wizard of Oz.
It wasn't long before he finally spotted the giant ice mirror resting on top of their fort. No doubt B's handiwork. He then also found where his teammates had wandered off to (no wonder he hadn't seen or heard them the whole challenge), more particularly the block of ice Sam was encased in.
He hummed, reaching down into the snow and forming a snowball. "Try and talk your way out of this one Bev."
And with that, Scott gave a firm throw, aiming right at the ice mirror. Bullseye. It hit the mirror with enough force, not to knock it over, but rather to move it just enough to angle the sun's heated rays. Instead, the beam hit Sam within his ice cage, causing it to not only melt the ice trapping Sam, but also to reflect the heated ray right back at the Rats' fort just before Sam was freed, erasing any and all evidence of Scott's sabotage.
The effect was immediate. All the snow holding up their fort instantly melted into water, the remains splashing around the surprised teens. All stood there, frozen in astonishment. The only sound filling the tense air being the ice mirror turned traitor giving a short spin on one of its faces before finally settling down flat onto the lakes surface.
And finally, deafening silence, as all stared at what remained of B's mirror.
"Nice magnifying lens, Beverly." Scott scoffed pointing an accusatory finger. "That's sabotage!"
"Maggots win!" Chris exclaimed, waltzing right up to them along with Chef, them both once again in their warm, cozy coats. "And, here's your reward. McClain brand hot chocolate. Scald your senses with chocolaty goodness." Chris then gestured to the tray of warm mugs in Chef's hands while they both grinned at the camera, as if the two were suddenly running a commercial now.
The Maggots all cheered in victory, and in thankfulness to finally no longer having to deal with the cold nipping their noses. The Rats however were very quiet, a tense feeling washing over them. Except for B. All he felt was rage. Rage for Scott's sabotage. Rage for Scott's betrayal. Rage for Scott's manipulative silver tongue. But the farmer hardly cared for other's anger. Instead, he happily whistled an innocent tune.
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Sam should've felt grateful to finally be free of his frozen state. And he did. But that didn't change the fact that he was still freezing his butt off. But it seemed like he wasn't the only one rousing from his incapacitated state. Lightning, who was still lying down on the ice next to him, began to wake.
The jock sat up. "Huh? What?" Glancing around, the memories of what happened and what he was supposed to be doing resurfaced into his mind. That's right, the challenge. "Hey, let's go! We can still win this!" And with that once again breaking into a sprint.
Sadly however, it appeared that not all of his memories had quite yet returned, and Lightning forgot about the broken ice hole Sam had fallen in from earlier. Not even seeing it, the athlete ended up stepping right into it as he lost his footing and fell in, history repeating itself as this time Lightning emerged as a jock-cicle.
Sam laughed at the other's misfortune. "Sha-bam."
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"I achieved two things today." Jo enlightened with a smirk. "Won the challenge and Brick with be peon until I render him useless."
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"Ok, did Vito show up earlier?" Mike asked the camera nervously. Even though he knew the audience couldn't answer back, Mike felt like he had to ask anyway. He groaned, already feeling he knew the answer deep down. "Chester and Svetlana are hard enough to keep in line, but Vito? Things just went from tough to suck-tacular."
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"...I told you. B stands for bad man and Beverly's a bad man." Scott attempted to reason.
Now out of the snow, the Rats were now having a small meeting just outside of their cabin... well, all except current Rat they were discussing. Scott, having taken charge of their meeting, was standing in front of them as the others lounged on the cabin steps. Lightning and Sam were especially cozy with their own blankets wrapped around their frames. Though no one could really blame them after the frozen torment they were put through in comparison to the other campers.
"I never took him for that guy." Sam noted. "But, fact wise, it would seem he's that guy."
Scott smirked. "How can you trust someone who's so secretive that he doesn't even talk?" And to add the cherry on top he leaned in toward Dawn's ear. "He hates nature you know." Not even pausing to watch the reaction as he then turned to Lightning. "I've read B's diary. He calls you fizzle." He then stood back and admired his work as the two's eyes widen in dismay. Satisfied, he shrugged, seeming indifferent. "Just thought you should know."
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"B might've messed with the challenged. But Sam, messed with the Lightning. Time for Thunder to say sha-bye-bye." The jock spoke with a wave farewell, before the moment was ruined with him smiling. "Hey, can somebody write that down?"
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Nightfall had finally settled over the island. It was time, for the ceremony they've been dreading for (mainly because Chris honestly thought it was a safe idea to infect a marshmallow with toxic waste and hand it to the campers with nothing to protect them from the exposure).
Surprisingly, on Chris' orders, both teams were settled on the tree stump seats. The host himself standing in his usual spot by the campfire, a tray of safe normal marshmallows resting on his hand.
"After another jam-packed day of losing, it all comes down to this." Chris said with a smile, deciding not to beat around the bush this evening. He then grabbed the numerous marshmallows and bag an to toss them out. He didn't even bat an eye as Chef walked up behind him, decked out in his hazmat suited glory. "The following Rats are safe. Dawn, Lightning, and Scott. Which leaves, Bev and Sam."
Sam pumped up his arms in victory. "At least I'm not going home first!" Sure it would've been sweet to still be in the game, but if he was voted out, at least he had lasted a while. That was a win in his book.
But his optimism was short-lived when a scream tore through the night sky. Gazing above into the clouds, the campers spotted Dakota of all people riding a hang glider on a fast course toward Earth. Sam barely had any time to dodge as the girl crashed right into him, the two being left moaning in pain on the ground. Hadn't he suffered enough in one day?
Chris merely frowned in irritation. "I hate it when losers get all... clingy." Not the word he was looking for, but anything else swimming around in his head would've definitely gotten him in trouble with the producers.
"Hey Sam." Dakota greeted, removing her pink helmet to smiled down at the man who broke her fall.
Sam smiled from his position laying on the ground, giving a slight nervous laugh. It wasn't everyday a pretty girl landed right into your lap, literally. "Oh, hi Dakota."
"Dakota." Chris called, bringing their attention to him. He was clearly not happy at this turn of events. "You're no longer competing. Remember?"
"I don't care about the money." Dakota replied, before scoffing as an afterthought while unhooking and taking off her harness. "Like I need it. I just want, ummm... close up please?" She then turned her attention to the camera as the man handling it complied with her request. "Thank you. I just want camera time. People need to see more of my sparkly adorableness if I'm gonna get my spin-off reality series."
Unfortunately, it seemed Chris wasn't willing to let her continue on as her precious 'camera time' was cut short as Chef began to carry her over to Chris with a pair of giant tongs, not bothering to let her go.
"You know how you flew off into the sky last episode? That means you're done, forever!"
"No, please! I'll do anything!"
"Listen princess. This is my show!" Chris began firmly, ready to tell her off, and launch her into the night. He'd certainly feel better doing that since she'd wrecked his loser ceremony. But his lecture was cut short when he began to hear his show's theme playing off his phone. He then picked up the line. "Huh?" No one but Chris could hear the other person on the line but thankfully, Chris decided to humor Dakota with knowledge of the caller. "It's your daddy. Hello Mr. Milton..."
Dakota grinned, looking completely elated.
Oblivious to the smile, Chris continued his call. "...How much money?!" He grinned and then hung up the phone turned to blonde smiling. "You're back."
"YES!" Dakota cheered before turning to the camera smiling sweetly. "Thanks Daddy-
"...As an intern!"
"An intern?! NOOOOOOO...!" Dakota yelled in despair and Chef carried her away. Her fate now sealed.
Chris rolled his eyes; drama queen. At least he could finally get back to what's important, who he was going to launch into the ocean. He grinned and turned to the campers. "Aaaannd... the toxic marshmallow of loserdom goes to..."
Silence fell over the campers. Both Sam and B sweating profusely as they waited for either of their names to be called. It might as well have felt like centuries.
"...B."
B frowned, completely dejected as Chef walked up to him to give him his toxic marshmallow. He backed away as it dropped from the tongs after being held in his face and sunk into the ground it landed upon. He silently huffed at a grinning Scott.
"Time for the hurl of shame, Buddy." Chris declared.
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"Any final words Beverly?" Chris asked. "Any words at all?"
The teen now sat within the large catapult, the other campers standing behind Chris while Chef manned the switch.
B sat there for a moment, considering Chris' words, before finally making up his mind. He had to warn his team. He had to warn them about Scott. His mouth opened before it suddenly closed. No, he had to say it. Right here, right now. He squinted his eyes shut, his teeth gritting. He ignored the gasps he heard, instead preferring to concentrate. His mouth parted open. And the campers braced for the verbal bomb ready to drop.
"Time's up!" Chris' voices cut through the suspense. B stared at Chris in betrayal, his confidence sapped away, before horror and realization took over his features.
They didn't get to hear him speak, no. But they at least got to hear his screams as Chef launched him for miles over the water.
And with that done, there was only one thing left. Chris turned to the winning team. "Maggots, you're probably wondering why I called you to this touching farewell."
"No." Jo scowled.
"Nuh-uh." Anne Maria scoffed inspecting her nailed.
"Not really." Cameron admitted sheepishly as he adjusted his glasses.
Chris frowned. These kids were no fun at all. "Well, the other day I got a call from a new benefactor, and with his help, we managed to whip up a little surprise for you. It was gonna be a reward for the winning team in this challenge and... that's you guys. So congratulations!"
The Maggot's cheered, much to the disappointment and ire of the Rats.
"What do we get? An immunity from the next elimination?" Jo asked, pumped up.
"Decent food for a change?" Zoey pleaded.
"A newly made cabin?" Mike guessed.
"An advantage in the next challenge?" Brick pitched in.
"Some hair products, or maybe wifi?" Anne Maria said, throwing in her two cents.
"A mega-edition chemistry set with extra safety equipment?" Cameron hoped. Everyone stared at him. "What? It could happen." He defended.
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"I suppose that was my fault. I thought we were all just naming random things we wanted. Kind of walked into that one." Cameron confessed. "Maybe living in that bubble these past years has made it hard to detect certain social cues."
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"Nope. Even better." Chris grinned gesturing to a boat as it sailed up next to them, beginning to dock. Every turned their attention towards it it, when had that pulled up? "Maggots, say hello to your new team member..." The door on the boat opened as a teen stepped out, walking down the stairs of the ship before setting foot on the wooden dock. "Danny Phantom!"
The teens gasped in disbelief, watching as the ghost hero himself, turned to face them.
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Tucker and Sam stared at the screen, jaw-dropped.
"DANNY?!"
HalfafanD: Hey guys! Wow that was a long chapter. It took forever to trim that down. I can't believe how bad I was writing this the first time. Cringe level all the way set to max. I mean was I seriously writing up made up words I thought the TDI characters had said? Man I was terrible.
Oh well, the chapter's better now. And I'm a better writer than I was back then.
The only thing that really ticked me off was the trouble I was having uploading my chapters. I have a Mac and iPad Pro so a lot of my stuff is typed on Pages. Obviously FanFiction doesn't take Pages so I'd export it into a Word Document... and it STILL wouldn't take it! The only way I can upload my stuff, is if I copy and paste everything word for word onto a document on the actual website, and even then it's screwy. Like the moment Chris is suppose to announce the camper being sent home. Yeah, I had a lot of dots between the sentence and him announcing it to be B. But the stupid website keeps taking them out. I know this website censors stuff but this is rediculous. They're just dots! So instead I had to write in a replacement, 'cause it looked supper weird without the drama in between then.
If they're this bad on just simply dots, I can only imagine what they're gonna be like with swear words. Not that I myself swear, but I've got a fanfic coming out soon where a character uses a lot of profanity and I'm nervous about what that's gonna do to my fanfic. It also holds some mature themes (purely for exposition purposes) so I'm worried about that too. But whatever, we shall see.
As of right now, I'm trying to figure out a way to upload my stuff to DA when it as well doesn't take Pages. It's proving difficult to say the least. Man, so many sites hating on Apple.
But this is mainly the reason I've been so quiet for years. I'd get so frustrated 'cause my computer will say it's loading the document and uploading it, but then the page will refresh itself and would erase the process and then it'd say "An error occurred and we cannot accept your document, bla bla bla". So far the mobile app has been my best bet and it's still been a absolute nightmare. I've also been having a similar issue with my images (cover art).
But that's my problem. I'll still try with all my might to get these chapters to you.
Oh and a little fun fact. I remember watching this season of Total Drama with my Mom and she enjoyed a lot of Mike's personalities' lines. Her favorite was that appointment bit from Vito.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. And look forward to the next. Please review, no flames.
See you next chapter!
