Total Drama: Revenge of the Island
Disclaimer: The rights of Total Drama belong to its distributors; Teletoon, Cartoon Network, Fresh TV, and Cake Entertainment. The original twenty-two characters, along with Chris and Chef, belong to the aforementioned companies. Fourteen of the main characters in this story belong to their respective creators, and two belong to me.
This story is rated T for mild violence, moderate language, and mild to moderate sexual themes. You have been warned.
Author's Note: A lot of you mentioned that Lucian and Shaylie "were on good terms" at the end of last season. I'm not sure what y'all are smoking, but they were most definitely not on good terms. Yes, they made up in the first (or second) Aftermath, but there was a lot of hostility afterwards, especially in the finale.
Oh, and props to Jamie am I for writing the interaction between Jamie and Aidan last chapter. He's a far better writer than I am.
My apologies for the long wait, but school is my main priority, considering that college is right around the corner.
This chapter is dedicated to my math teacher, who passed away unexpectedly in late September.
Now, sit back and enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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DEDICATED TO LEON VARJIAN
1951-2015
Ice Ice Baby
(Narrated by Chris McLean)
Last time on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island...
We learned that although the fourteen remaining contestants came to win, they had a lot of juicy stuff to hide! Ha!
One of those juicy tidbits we learned was that someone on the Mutant Maggots is a cheater. Ooh, tension!
Though the Toxic Rats did their best, they lost both of the challenges... It's kind of pathetic, really...
But that day, we saw a lot more interesting things than in the challenges:
Xavier and Aria appear to be having relationship troubles...
Viktoriya and Xena seem to be forming a friendship...
And Shaylie and Lucian continue to completely and utterly loathe each other. Hahaha!
In the end, season three winner Jamie was sent packing, Hurl of Shame style! I love my job...
Stay tuned as more things blow up, more contestants throw up... and some even try to hook up.
Right now on Total... Drama... Revenge of the Island!
Theme Song Is Played.
Murmurs of conversation sounded from the mess hall as the remaining contestants sat down for breakfast. The scents of mold and mildew lingered about the hall, mingling together and slithering through the moist air. The contestants thought this gnarly aroma just as well, as it at least covered up the even more revolting stench of Chef Hatchet's latest concoction.
While the competitors picked cautiously at their food, the burly Chef was in the kitchen, where he had engaged in fierce combat with a cloud of mutated flies. Armed with a mop, Chef Hatchet swung wildly at the swarm of six-legged beasts. To his horror, the flies devoured the mop, in a flurry of wings and acidic vomit.
Chef's eyes widened and he turned on his heel and ran frantically through the dining area. He rushed by Daniel, who had settled down to eat with Aidan and his usual group, and burst through the main entrance without so much as a backward glance.
The brawler paid no mind to the retreating Chef, nor to the mass of insects that had followed him out the door. His focus remained on trying to swallow his spoonful of "oatmeal surprise." Most of the focus was directed to not thinking of what the surprise part might be.
"I think I just swallowed a maggot," Aidan gagged, his face green as his eyes. "Did Chef even cook the meals on the plane last season? I swear, the food was actually half-decent there... especially in first class."
His girlfriend moaned, clutching her stomach. "Don't remind me. I miss the bacon so much."
"And the eggs," Georgie added.
Daniel slammed his fist down on the table, startling his team. "Doesn't Chef know that we could perform better in challenges with actual food? It would create a heck of a lot more drama if we were well-nourished."
"Chris doesn't look at it that way," Aria said, her arms crossed over her chest. "All that man wants is to see us suffer, and one of the ways to do that is to feed us this… I'd say 'food', but I can't be sure."
"Suffering," Daniel scoffed, clenching his jaw. "I bet you know all about that."
Aria stood up, shooting daggers at her teammate. "My past is not up for discussion!" she seethed, fists clenched. "I did what my family told me to do. I was just a little girl!"
"You know, that's not really an excuse at all," Daniel barked. "And you were 'just a little girl'? I'm sure the other little girls will keep that in mind when you have to tell them to their faces that you killed their family members."
"I'm not a monster!"
"No, you're just a serial killer."
(Outhouse Confessional)
Aidan tugged at his sweatshirt collar. "Look, I'm terrified of Aria now," he admitted, "but I don't think Daniel antagonizing her will do him any favors. I'm honestly worried for his safety; the girl has killed people! I don't think she'd do anything on international television, what with all of the cameras watching her every move, but… it makes you think. I'll just keep my distance."
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Daniel scowled. "Why should I treat her with any respect? She's a murderer and untrustworthy. How can I trust her around my girlfriend and friends? I can't. I was stupid to not vote her off two days ago. She might have been gone... Whatever. No matter the cost, I will make sure she goes jail... so she can never kill again."
Shaylie poked at her breakfast with her fork; it jiggled, sending a shiver down her spine. The athlete could have sworn she saw the glob move when Chef plopped it down on her plate.
A grin formed across her face when she saw Lucian walking past her table. Time for a little fun, she thought.
She stuck her leg out, tripping Lucian. He was caught so off guard that he did not have time to react. He fell to the ground in pain, face-first onto his tray.
He spit out pieces of oatmeal (thought the majority of his portion covered his face). "What happened?" he sputtered.
"Watch where you're going," Shaylie laughed. "You could really hurt someone, you know."
Confusion turned to anger, and Lucian furiously stood up, his fists shaking. "Can you just leave me alone?" he cried. "Honestly, you're acting like a twelve year old!"
Unfazed, Shaylie wiped some of the oatmeal off his face with her finger. "You've got a little something there," she mocked, flicking the oatmeal with her finger.
Further down the Toxic Rat's table, Xena and Viktoriya sat next to each other. Xena smiled happily, looking up at her Russian team mate.
"So tell me more about yourself," Viktoriya said, her head propped up on her hands. "I don't think anyone got to know much of you, since you were the first one voted off last time. What's your home life like?"
The oracle bit her lip, and her face turned a deep red. "I... I don't know if I'm ready to talk about that yet," she admitted.
"Oh," Viktoriya responding, blinking. "I get it."
There was an awkward silence for a few moments. Xena tapped her spoon on her plate, biting her lip nervously.
Viktoriya rubbed her shoulder and looked away, uncertain of what to say. The overachiever saw Zane struggling to both carry his tray and move his wheelchair. Smirking, she sipped her coffee.
(Outhouse Confessional)
"You know, I was pretty upset yesterday," Viktoriya stated, her arms crossed over her chest. "My Doc had just left, and I didn't know what to do with myself. Now, I have a whole new attitude. I'm not dealing with crap from anybody, especially not Zane. He's crippled now, which makes him an even easier target. I won't let that jerk get far again, mark my words!"
Xavier stared at the oatmeal surprise in disgust. He poked at it with his knife, causing it to pop like a balloon. The gooey globs of Xavier's breakfast covered his face; the oatmeal felt strangely wet. He shuddered as they dripped off his face and back onto the plate.
"This seriously can't be breakfast," the conservative teenager complained. He whipped out a handkerchief, monogrammed with XC in the corner. "This is not what I am used to."
"Well you never did seem to be a fan of change," Jerome commented, pushing his breakfast away from him.
Xavier rolled his eyes. Then a small grin formed around his face. "You know what would actually be great if we lose today?"
"You being voted off?" Jerome deadpanned.
"No," he replied, his grin widening, "you'd be the third voted off again."
Jerome scoffed. "You're an idiot. Even if that wasn't a ridiculous prediction, you know I'd technically be the fourth to go, right? Emma and Walter went home together, and then Jamie."
"Um, a double elimination means they tied, idiot," Xavier retorted.
"You're an idiot!" Jerome defended.
The Republican quickly stood up out of his seat. He held up his fists an a (very awkward) fighting posistion. "You wanna go, pal?"
Jerome stood up out of his seat as well. Though Xavier had at least four inches on him, Jerome was by far physically stronger. "Really?" he snorted.
He responded with a shove. Jerome responded the same way.
Meanwhile, Zane managed to wheel himself over to his table without spilling anything, much to Viktoriya's disappointment. He noticed this and grinned widely at her as he scooped up a spoonful of the oatmeal surprise. When he swallowed, his face turned red and he tried to breathe, but nothing came in. When he tried to cough, nothing came up. He banged on the table, pouring his hot coffee all over his lap. He tried to scream, but nothing came out.
Despite the pounding and noises, nobody noticed Zane. His face turned purple and his watery eyes turned red. He started slamming his stomach against the table, but to no avail. He clawed at his throat, desperate.
"Close-minded bigot!" Shove.
"Uneducated loser!" Shove.
"I have straight B's!" Shove.
"What do the B's stand for? … Big dumbie?" Shove.
Jerome shoved hard, sending Xavier toppling backwards. The conservative's elbow slammed into Zane's upper back, and both boys fell down to the floor with a thud.
The pea-sized glob of oatmeal dislodged out of Zane's throat and onto the floor.
"What was that?" Deylanie asked, looking over for the first time.
Zane gasped for air, his flesh turning back to normal. "Thanks, Xavier," the schemer said with a smile.
"For what?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow as he stood up. "All I did was knock into you."
He didn't even notice. None of them did, Zane thought angrily.
"Do you want some help getting up?" Jerome asked, walking towards him.
"No!" Zane replied bitterly. "I can do it myself!"
Holly walked in suddenly, covered with leaves and dirt. "What's for breakfast?" she asked.
The loudspeakers turned on, with Chris' voice filling the air. "Attention, players: please head directly to the looming tragedy that is Mount Looming Tragedy. Your race begins..." He turned on an air horn. "Now!"
"Is this the challenge?" Holly asked, raising an eyebrow.
Her response was eleven people racing past her (and one person in a wheelchair yelling, "Wait for me!" as he pushed himself as fast as possible).
Eventually, everyone made it to the top of the hill; many of the campers were sweaty and gasping for breath, but two in particular did not look winded in the slightest.
"Did we win?" Shaylie asked, hopeful.
Daniel scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "I think it's pretty obvious that we won. My whole team got here first."
"Yeah, but I was here first!" she argued.
Chris interrupted their brief argument with a sharp whistle. The host stood beside Chef Hatchet. Both the host and his co-host leaned against a small, white open-roof Jeep; the latter looked significantly scratched and bruised, presumably from his battle with the mutated flies. "Okay, losers," Chris began, "on with the challenge! I hope you all enjoyed breakfast. Zane?"
"How did you even find out about that so fast?" the schemer snapped, glaring at the host.
"I have my ways," Chris replied, grinning."Anyway, part one is an uphill battle. You have to climb all the way up to that cliff."
The aforementioned cliff was tall, perhaps five hundred feet. Barrels of toxic waste stood precariously along the edges of it; metal pipes jutted out of the rocks, which protruded along the sides of the mountain; and several rolls of barbed wire were wrapped around parts of the it. At the top, a single waste barrel leaned against a dying, leafless tree.
"First team to reach the top," continued Chris, "gets an advantage in part two. You can climb with your hands or whatever you find in the pile."
He pointed to a large pile of junk — a large white fridge, tattered couches, chairs, a large white tub, amongst other, unidentifiable things.
"Don't worry, this junkyard doesn't have a dog," Chris said, trying to feign reassurance, though his ingenuity was overt. "... It has a giant mutant beetle!"
At least the size of a horse, the mutated insect popped out of the junk pile. Its red eyes glowed and its fangs dripped with blood. Everyone gasped, either in terror or disbelief; indeed, the monster was both a terror and real.
Chris laughed. "The guy is a bit of a hoarder. His estate is full of useful crud and disgusting crud."
The beetle picked through its assortment of junk, tossing away piece by piece until it found what it was looking for. It grabbed a toilet and threw it at the contestants, hissing.
"… that is if you can get near it," the host finished, smirking devilishly. He looked upwards, giving a thumbs up.
Chef Hatchet stood at the top of a cliff, holding a large, ancient horn. He blew it, sending a vibration throughout the island.
"It is on!" Chris cheered, pumping his fist as the contestants raced past him.
As the cry of the horn echoed off the mountains of the Wawanakwa, the contestants darted forward. While some rushed toward the foot of the colossal mountain, others carefully circled the junk pile, their eyes meticulously watching the gargantuan beetle's every movement.
"Have fun with the overgrown roach," Shaylie sneered as she bypassed the garbage heap. She pressed her foot hard against the compacted dirt and kicked off of the ground, rocketing herself upward onto the mountain face. She slid down a ways, the cracks and crevices unfamiliar to her, but she quickly found a nook in which to place her foot. Pushing forward, she began her climb.
Daniel watched as Shaylie steadily ascended and turned to face Georgie, Deylanie, and Aidan. He jerked his head toward Shaylie's general direction. "Shaylie's got the right idea," he told them, and he likewise sped off toward the mountain. Deylanie and the others followed close behind him.
Meanwhile, Aria continued to circle the junk pile alongside the Toxic Rats, the mutated beetle locked firmly in her sights. Its pincers clicked threateningly as she took a step forward, and Aria quickly retracted her foot. She narrowed her eyes at the beast before her, and it narrowed its eyes right back.
With a fierce yell, Aria began her charge on the junk pile. The beetle met her screams with violent hisses, and quickly scurried from its post atop the heap. It slithered along the ground, making its way toward Aria, who remained undaunted and pursued it just the same. When she was in close enough range, the beetle swiped one of its barbed limbs at Aria's ankles, intent on knocking her to the ground. Aria saw this move coming, though, and quickly evaded the assault with an aerial somersault.
Halfway through her spin, she planted a hand firmly against the beetle's armored backside and propelled herself further. She touched down beside a weathered refrigerator, which made up the base of the garbage mound.
"You'll have to try harder than that, la cucaracha," she said with a smirk.
The beetle let loose a guttural screech and scampered forward on its six, spiny legs towards Zane.
He screamed at the top of his lungs and pushed his wheelchair as fast as he could. The beetle grabbed the back of Zane's chair, causing the schemer to fall out onto the ground. Zane, unable to move, braced himself...
But the beetle's viscous attack never came.
Zane opened one eye, expecting something to have happened by now. He opened the other eye, and saw that the beetle was deflecting small rocks thrown by Xavier.
"You saved my life again!" Zane beamed, crawling back to his wheelchair.
"What?" the conservative asked, confused. "No, he took my cell phone, the dumb beetle!" He threw another rock, and the creature roared loudly, its eyes glowing.
"You've got to be kidding me," Zane mumbled.
The beetle charged towards Xavier, and the frightened teenager's eyes widened. He swallowed nervously and held up his hands defensively as the beetle punched the palm of its hand, angry.
"Um," he stammered, "can't we just discuss this like men?"
In response, the beetle threw a trash can at Xavier's face. The conservative cried out in pain as he fell to the ground.
Nearby, Viktoriya and Xena observed the entire ordeal, and the former couldn't help but smirk. "Well, it's not like they both don't deserve it," she said, laughing.
"You shouldn't let your anger bottle up like this," Xena whispered, "it's not good for you."
Meanwhile, Shaylie reached up and grabbed a ledge. She pulled herself up rather easily. When she saw Aidan struggling to climb, she smirked.
"It looks like your team is having a hard time," she called to Lucian, who was a few feet to her right, climbing.
He scoffed, reaching for another rock. "And where's your team?" he replied, annoyed. "It doesn't look like anyone's making any progress down there."
"Jerome's climbing just fine," she snarled, motioning to the struggling break dancer.
"And the other four?"
Shaylie shot daggers at Lucian. "Why don't you worry about your own team instead of mine?" With that, she continued climbing.
"You're the one who instigated this!" Lucian pointed out as he resumed climbing as well.
Below, Aidan was having trouble grabbing on to a pipe that jutted out of the side of the cliff. He panted heavily as he tried to lift himself up to the ledge above. "Why didn't I stay down there and build?" he muttered. "I don't have any upper body strength."
"It's not like there was a possible way to do anything to get us all up there," Holly added from above.
"How do ya figure?"
The gamer girl carefully dropped down on to the ledge right above Aidan. She extended her hand to him. "This mountain has got to be at least sixty feet high," she guessed. "And I don't think there's enough stuff in there to build something to climb on."
Aidan's eyes widened. "Did you say sixty feet?" he swallowed.
"Could be more," she said, shrugging.
He looked down for a moment before his eyes quickly darted back up, wide-eyed. "Okay, I should not have looked down. Why did I climb this thing? I hate heights!"
"Take my hand," she instructed.
He bit his lip nervously, reaching his hand up. Holly grabbed it and pulled with all her might. Despite her small frame, she managed to pull him up.
"Thanks," Aidan replied as he dusted himself off. "I owe ya one."
Daniel grabbed a branch as he made his way up the side of the cliff. He looked down at his team mates and smiled. "You can do it, Aidan! Just remember to never look down!"
"GAH! I DID IT AGAIN!"
The fighter sighed and resumed climbing.
Back down at the base of the cliff, Aria had a small mirror in her hand as she started to climb herself. She tucked it into her shirt and began.
Zane managed to get back in his wheelchair; while the beetle was preoccupied with terrorizing Xavier, the schemer rummaged through the pile of trash, looking for something useful. He found nothing useful — broken television sets, bottles and cans, a toaster oven — and threw his hands up in the air angrily.
"What the heck are we supposed to do with all of this stuff?" he complained. "Build a tower?"
Viktoriya scoffed. "Well, we would be climbing, but you can't, so we had to stay down here with you."
"And I sense less danger down here than on the cliff side," Xena added in.
"You're saying a giant mutant beetle is less dangerous than what would happen to us if we climbed the mountain?" Zane asked in disbelief.
Xena nodded. "I've seen what will happen to some of our friends on that mountain, and I didn't want that to happen to Viktoriya or myself."
While those three had their conversation, Xavier ran away from the beetle as fast as he could, circling around the junk pile.
Nearby, Chris laughed hysterically as he watched it happen. He pulled out a walkie talkie and said, "You know what to do... ice them."
Chef Hatchet replied darkly, "With pleasure." He walked to the edge of the cliff, holding a large block of ice, cackled sadistically and dropped it.
The ice block landed right in front of Aria, exploding on impact. Unfazed, she took the small mirror out of her cleavage and looked upward. The sunlight was shinning down a few feet in front of Chef. Aria pointed the mirror upwards, and adjusted it until the sunbeam reflected off the glass.
Suddenly, Chef found himself unable to see. His hands instinctively went to his eyes, causing him to drop the ice block. It fell several yards away from Aria, and the Hispanic girl grinned widely as she continued to climb.
Instead the ice block struck Aidan square in the head. He cried out in pain, and suddenly he felt himself losing his balance. He quickly grabbed onto the branch nearby, but the force with which he grabbed it combined with his weight caused the branch to snap, and Aidan found himself plummeting to the ground...
"Deylanie!" he screamed, for his girlfriend was several feet from him. She seemingly did not hear him, and continued climbing without so much as flinching.
Daniel saw the ordeal, but he was too far away to do anything. His eyes widened with fear and he tightened his grip on the ledge he was grabbing.
It lasted only two seconds, but it felt like hours to Aidan. He screamed and cavorted his hands, desperate to grab on to something that would save him from painting the ground red...
But that never happened. A pair of wiry hands grabbed his sweatshirt hoodie, and Aidan found himself safe on a small ledge on the side of the cliff. He gasped in shock and breathed heavily, not entirely aware of what had just happened. When his wits finally returned to him, he found himself looking up at his savior.
"You okay, bud?" Georgie asked frantically, reaching a hand out.
"Y-you saved me!" Aidan managed to say.
"What happened?"
"I don't know!"
Daniel clenched his jaw and looked at Aria with daggers. "I do," he said not at all quietly. "You know? You're really not a monster... just a psychopath."
Not dignifying his venom with a response, the young woman continued to climb.
Chef Hatchet had recovered from Aria's intervention and was back to dropping blocks of ice on the contestants. He threw a block as hard as he could down to two rapidly approaching contestants.
"Ha!" Shaylie said as she jumped to a ledge on her left. "Missed me!" She ducked, dodging another.
"Keep still, girl!" Chef yelled, throwing another, then another at the other contestant.
Lucian dodged the ice block as well, though not as swiftly as Shaylie did. "Stop doing that!"
Below, Holly was climbing to the best of her ability. Years of a sedentary lifestyle had left her with poor upper-body strength and stamina, so she wasn't going very fast relative to everyone else. Oddly enough, the very muscular Jerome was not all that far ahead of her.
"How are you not at the top?" Holly asked, pointing to Jerome's large biceps.
The breakdancer shrugged. "I'm not exactly the best climber," he admitted. "I have a lot of upper-body strength and balance, since I dance, but that's always on flat surfaces." As if on cue, he nearly lost his footing. "See? And besides, my feet are too big for a lot of these crevices and whatnot."
Holly nodded. "Yeah, I wish I had that excuse... I'm just very physically inept."
"And you make up for it with intellect?" he asked.
The gamer girl shrugged. "I mean, I'm not a genius, but I guess I'm kind of smart."
"You should really have a lot more confidence," Jerome told her as he continued climbing.
Holly bit her lip nervously. "Mine has always been kind of low. And having my 'best friend' expose my allergy on national television and vote me off? That didn't exactly help."
"Understandable."
"... And... for what it's worth, I am so sorry for voting you off," she said.
"Again, understandable," Jerome assured her. "You were being manipulated by a sociopath actress."
"It sucks we're on different teams this time, though," Holly mused, "and especially considering all of the people on your team."
Jerome smirked. "You guys have Aria, though. I don't think I'd want her."
"You'd have Xavier over her?"
"It's a tough choice," he lamented, "between someone who could be the death of me... and someone who will be the death of me."
The gamer girl snickered, and the two former team mates continued climbing.
Shaylie had finally made her way to the top of the cliff, but Chef was waiting for her. He cackled as he held the ice block over his head, preparing to bring it down with deadly force. Shaylie was quick enough, and punched Chef in the groin before she climbed to the top. Chef moaned in pain and dropped the ice block off the side of the cliff before falling over.
"OW! MY FACE!"
The hostile athlete cackled as she watched Lucian's suffering below. "Having fun?" she asked, smirking.
"No!"
She picked up an ice block and threw it at him. He yelped out in pain. "How about now?"
At the base of the mountain, the beetle had finally ceased its attack on Xavier; the conservative teenager moaned in agony as he sulked over to his team mates.
"Is it too late to start climbing?" he whined.
Back at the top of the cliff, Daniel was the second to arrive. He grinned triumphantly, ignoring Shaylie's raspberry.
Lucian and Aria were the next to arrive, followed shortly by Jerome and Holly, who were still chatting away.
"It seems as though your team is lacking in being present," Daniel snarked.
"They're smart people," Shaylie retorted, "I'm sure they're down there building a flying couch right now!"
"Mmhm."
Deylanie reached the top and high-fived Lucian. "We've got this one in the bag!" she declared.
Though she would never admit it, Shaylie was nervous. She looked at the edge of the cliff with anticipation, hoping that one of Chef's ice blocks would knock Aidan and Georgie down to the bottom. Unfortunately for her, they reached the top of the cliff just seconds later.
Suddenly, Chris arrived at the scene via jetpack. "And the Mutant Maggots win the first challenge!"
The Mutant Maggots cheered loudly.
"Stupid team, not being competent at mountain climbing," Shaylie muttered under her breath.
(Outhouse Confessional)
Zane sighed. "So we lost the advantage challenge again... great," he muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. "Without Jamie, I don't think I'll have a single person on my side. I need a miracle!"
On another part of the island, the contestants were freezing. Snow covered the ground, and none of the contestants were dressed for the sudden change in weather. Xena was especially cold, due to the small amount of clothing on her body. And with only her blood to keep her warm, Shaylie did her best to not show submission to the cold.
A red snowmobile driven by Chef, wearing a blue winter coat and a gray hat, rapidly approached the group.
Chris, who sat in the passenger seat, was also dressed warmly, in a white coat. He hopped off the snowmobile and walked over to the cold teens, laughing. "How do you guys like the weather?"
"H-how is this even possible?" Viktoriya asked, her teeth chattering. "I-it's not winter!"
"Told you global warming wasn't real," Xavier snarked. "It's summer and it's snowing! That's not warm!"
Ignoring Xavier's ignorance, the host shrugged. "How should I know? It was one of the eggheads who use physics and stuff to make sure the challenges are actually possible."
"And they figured out how to control the weather?" Viktoriya wondered.
Chris shrugged again. "Like I said," he replied, "heck if I know. Anyway, time for part two of today's challenge: Capture the Snow Fort. To win, you either have to demo the enemy's fort or capture the flag and bring it back to your own fort. The Maggots won the first part, so they get first dibs on the forts."
"E-e-easy!" Daniel said, shivering. "C-c-c-castle."
"I s-s-second that," Aidan added in, nodding.
The Maggots walked into their gigantic ice castle. Four glittering walls of snow bricks surrounded them, and a large pile of snowballs was stacked on the center of the floor. They cheered at their advantage.
"Alright!" Daniel cheered, high-fiving Aidan.
"We've got this in the bag!" the extroverted teenager added, pumping his fist.
Likewise, the Toxic Rats entered their own fort. Their "castle" was a four mushy pillars of snow. They groaned in disappointment upon seeing their own fort (if it could even be called that).
"We can't lose two in a row!" Xavier complained.
Shaylie put her hands on her hips. "We're not going to lose!" she insisted. "They may have a superior castle, but as they say: the bigger they are, the harder they fall! And besides, we have more athletic team mates than they do."
(Outhouse Confessional)
Shaylie sat with her arms crossed. "But if we do lose," she scoffed, "I know exactly who I'd vote for."
Chef Hatchet tossed a log into the large fire before sitting down in a lawn chair. Chris McLean sat beside him, underneath an umbrella. He pulled out a megaphone.
"Listen up, players," he instructed, "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. They will inflict some major damage thanks to some fun little secret weapons inside each ball! But some will damage you, so choose wisely. Each team has to elect a captain to command and conquer... starting now!"
"Okay," Daniel said, "I think I would make an excellent team captain. Any objections?"
There were no objections or counter proposals, so Daniel grinned and said, "Let's do this! We're going to crush them!"
"What should we do, Captain?" Aidan asked, adding the kenning as a term of endearment.
Daniel tapped his chin. After a moment, he came to a conclusion. "We'll need to have some people stay here and defend the fort. The others will go out and do their best to take down the other team's fort."
"How do we decide who goes where?" Deylanie asked.
"We have the better fort," Daniel pointed out, "so we won't have to worry about protecting it as much as they will. That's why I'm thinking we have two people stay here on defense, and we'll send the other five out to take them down."
"Five and two?" Aria scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't you think we should make it a little more even? What about when they send three or more people over here? No matter who we have stay here, two people will not be able to defend the flag from three."
"You didn't object to me being the captain," Daniel spat, "and it's not like we value your input anyway."
"Whoa..." Aidan said, surprised at his friend's hostility.
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Don't even give me that," he snarled, "you know what she's done."
"Yeah, but—"
Georgie quickly intervened to avoid any possible fights that might occur. "Listen! Um, why don't we have Deylanie and Aidan stay here and defend the fort? Holly, Lucian, Daniel, Aria, and I will go and get their flag."
Satisfied that his girlfriend sided with him, Daniel smirked. "Thank you," he said, and then he turned to Aria. "I'm glad someone on our team realizes my good ideas."
The five offensive players walked out of the fort, leaving Aidan and Deylanie. The extroverted teenager smiled and walked over to his girlfriend.
"So, how has your day been going?" he asked her. "Aside from these insane challenges?"
"Huh?" she replied, seemingly not paying attention. "Oh, uh, yeah. Me too."
Confused, Aidan raised an eyebrow.
"As team captain, I say we—" Viktoriya, Shaylie, and Xavier all began at the same time. The three of them stopped when they realized that two other people where speaking as well. They glared at each other.
"Let's do this democratically," suggested Xavier, "even though Viktoriya might have some objections to that."
Viktoriya was offended. "Why do you always assume I am communist?"
"I would like Viktoriya to be our leader for this challenge," Xena squeaked.
Jerome smirked. "As long as it's not Xavier, I'm fine," the breakdancer said, "so I guess Viktoriya would be good."
The Russian girl was very satisfied with the results, and smugly looked at Shaylie and Xavier. "It seems the people have spoken," she said, looking at Xavier in particular when she said that.
"Yeah, 'the people' also voted in Obama twice," Xavier grumbled, "big deal."
Ignoring his ignorance, Viktoriya spoke to her team. "Listen, our fort is not as good as theirs. So we're going to need to put good amount of people here, defending it. They're probably going to send in a lot of their own players, since they're probably thinking the opposite logic as we are."
Zane raised his hand. "I'll be one of the people to stay here," he offered. "I'd be no use out in the 'battlefield'."
"I'll stay here as well," Xena said.
Jerome shrugged. "I guess I'll go out there," he said.
"I'll join him," Shaylie quickly said. "I might not be our leader, but I sure as heck am not gonna allow us to lose. We'll need my physical strength to get their flag."
Viktoriya tapped her chin. "That's fine, I guess. I'll stay here with Xavier, Zane, and Xena. Shaylie and Jerome, good luck!"
"And GO!" Chris declared loudly.
Both the hostile athlete and the break dancer dashed out of their fort, ready for battle.
The clouds started to move, allowing the sun to come out. "Hurry up," the host warned, sipping a drink, "my ice is melting, and your forts will too if the sun gets much higher."
Shaylie was faster of Jerome, though she paced herself as not to let her team mate fall behind. Her eyes widened when she saw the large group approaching them.
The Mutant Maggots' offensive squad seemed relieved at who was running towards them.
"Looks like you were right, Daniel," Georgie commented, "they only sent two players."
"Was there any doubt?" he cockily replied, making sure that Aria was watching as he boasted.
Aria was watching, and she did so with contempt.
As the opposing team came closer and closer, Shaylie almost began to panic. She and Jerome were outnumbered. Crap, is their numbers advantage seriously going to overcome my superior athletic ability? She looked to the ground as she ran, and grinned when she saw a large patch of soft snow. No, it won't. With a swift, singular motion, Shaylie sprayed the loose snow all over the Mutant Maggots' faces.
With her opponents incapacitated, Shaylie grabbed Jerome by the arm and pulled him along as she continued running towards the other team's castle...
... Until they fell into a large hole in the ice that they didn't see.
Xavier poked at one of the snowballs, curious. It let out a loud hiss before falling off the pile of snowballs and falling apart. The conservative blinked in astonishment. Before Xavier could pick up another one, Viktoriya grabbed it and glared at him.
"Don't destroy our ammo," she groaned.
"Look!" Zane shouted suddenly, pointed to the horizon.
The Mutant Maggots had recovered from Shaylie's attack and were rapidly approaching the Toxic Rat's castle. Xavier turned his head and his eyes widened when he saw the other team. He scooped up as many snowballs as he could hold, and started throwing them at them.
He had horrible aim.
Xena was not much better. Though her aim was more accurate, she was about fifty feet away from them. The clairvoyant sighed, defeated. Unbeknownst to her, a small cockroach broke out of one of the snowballs and was scampering towards the other team.
Though mutant, the cockroach was regular sized and it squished under Georgie's heavy boots.
Finally, the Mutant Maggots reached the Toxic Rat's castle. Daniel smirked triumphantly and cracked his knuckles.
"Alright," he said, "just give me the flag an nobody gets hurt."
Xavier walked over to Daniel and poked his chest. "Over my dead body!" he shouted. He whispered, "We're still cool, but a challenge is a challenge."
Daniel's response was a nod, followed by a shove. Xavier fell to the ground with a whine.
"Don't even think about it!" Viktoriya barked at Aria, who had used this opportunity to try and snag the flag.
The Hispanic girl tried to grab the flag, but Viktoriya was faster. She grabbed Aria by the hair and slammed her to the ground. When Aria landed on the ground, she grabbed Viktoriya by the foot and twisted it. The overachiever yelped, falling to the ground. The two girls wrestled for the flag.
As Lucian approached him, Zane held up his hands defensively. "You wouldn't hurt a guy in a wheel chair!" he squeaked nervously.
The DJ considered this. "Good point," he said. He walked out of Zane's reach and shrugged. "That was easy."
Holly and Xena stared at each other, uncertain of what to do. Xena held up her hands as if she was trying to block Holly. The nerdy girl awkwardly tried to dodge Xena's blocks, before she grabbed a snowball from the Rat's pile and threw it at Xena. Her clairvoyance allowed her to sense it, and she ducked...
... And the snowball struck Georgie right in the back of the head right as she was about to take the flag.
"Rats," Holly muttered, snapping her fingers.
"We're the Maggots!" Daniel 'corrected', as he dodged a blow from Xavier.
Shaylie and Jerome had freed themselves from the icy waters and continued running to the other team's castle, no matter how difficult it proved to be. As they ran, they dodged a number of snowballs. One of them actually managed to hit Jerome, but thankfully it was just a regular snowball with no "surprise".
"So it's just Party Girl and Aidan?" Shaylie scoffed, smirking. "I think we can take them."
"Let's hope so," Jerome said.
Another snowball zoomed towards Shaylie's head, but she managed to duck in time. A second one came and it struck her in the face. Furious, she scooped up a block of ice and kicked it towards the castle. It soared in the air and went through a window. A loud cracking sound was followed by a cry of pain, gasp, and a thud. Shaylie smirked, but Jerome seemed horrified.
"That sounded like it really hurt," he pouted.
"So?"
"So," he replied, frowning, "I want to win, but I don't want to hurt these guys."
The hostile athlete rolled her eyes. "That's the attitude that got you voted off third."
"And that's the attitude that got you voted out fourth," he replied coldly.
"Touche."
"Deylanie!" Aidan cried as he watched his girlfriend fall to the ground.
He looked out the window and saw Jerome and Shaylie quickly approaching. Aidan looked at them, then back at his seemingly unconscious girlfriend. He kept on looking between them, uncertain of what to do.
With no one to fight him, Lucian approached the flag. Before he could grab it, something grabbed his leg and he fell to the ground. This 'something' was Viktoriya, who was still trying to fight off Aria. Though the overachiever was strong, she could not take on two people at once. Aria scratched at Viktoriya's face as the Russian continued to pull at her hair.
Lucian cried out as he felt another sharp pain in his leg. He turned to see Zane grabbing at his leg. The schemer was lying on his belly and pulling with all his might.
"What are you doing?" Lucian snapped as he clutched his leg.
"You're not getting that flag!" Zane angrily replied as he twisted Lucian's ankle.
Daniel shoved Xavier against the wall and restrained his arms. Xavier responded with a headbutt, and the wrestler fell to the ground in pain. Xavier tried to jump on top of him, but Daniel rolled out of the way in time and Xavier landed hard on the ice. Daniel quickly stood up and grabbed Lucian by the neck and lifted him up.
Georgie had finally regained consciousness and was stumbling to get to the flagpole...
But another ice ball smacked her in the head. Holly, despite her gaming skills, had really bad aim in real life. The gamer girl cursed under her breath as Xena tried to grab her by the arms.
"You will find happiness this time," Xena told her.
"Huh?"
"Happiness," she replied, smiling. "I can see it in your future, your near future. I cannot see why you are happy, but you are."
"Um... thanks?"
Aidan had started throwing snowballs at Shaylie and Jerome, who were getting closer by the minute. One of the snowballs actually had a "surprise" in it, a small explosive. It was nothing deadly, but it set the duo back a couple of yards. He threw another one, but Shaylie had astonishingly caught it. She threw it back and it struck the side of the castle. A small piece crumbled off. Aidan swallowed nervously as he tossed another snowball.
"D-d-d-Duncan?"
The extrovert turned to his girlfriend, who had quickly returned to consciousness. He gasped and ran over to her. "Deylanie?" he responded as he grabbed her hand. "Deylanie, it's me, Aidan. Are you okay?"
"Duncan?" she asked, still groggy. "Duncan, baby is that you?"
"What?" Aidan asked, genuinely confused. "Deylanie, what are you talking about? It's Aidan!"
"D-d-d-" she muttered as she slowly faded back into unconsciousness.
Confused, Aidan scratched the back of his head. "Why did she keep saying his name?" he asked himself. For a few moments, he continued to wonder. Then he stopped wondering. His eyes widened, and then they filled with tears. "Oh..." he managed to say as tears flowed down his cheeks. Another snowball hit his face and he fell to the ground.
Shaylie and Jerome entered the fort and high-fived. When Jerome saw Aidan on the floor, sobbing and not getting up, he got an uneasy look on his face.
"Did we nail him in the kiwis or something?" he wondered, cringing.
"Doesn't matter," she replied as she grabbed the flag from its pole. "We've won!"
Jerome bit his lip nervously. "I think we should check on him first," he told her.
"You can check on him all you want," Shaylie replied harshly as she ran out of the castle. "I've got a challenge to win us!"
(Outhouse Confessional)
Shaylie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Jerome's a nice guy for checking up on Aidan," she admitted. She paused for a brief moment, then continued. "That's exactly why he's going to get crushed into the dirt."
The hostile athlete ran as fast as she could back to her fort. She was extremely careful as to not slip on any ice or fall in any holes. "You can do this," she told herself, "just a few more yards..."
Daniel shoved Xavier to the ground and stomped over to the flag. He tore it from its pole and shoved it in his pocket. "Let's go!" he shouted to his team. "I've got the flag!"
"Oh no you don't!" Viktoriya barked as she grabbed at Daniel's pants.
"Keep away from there!" he snapped, slapping her hand away.
Xavier quickly ran back to his opponent and jumped on his back. Daniel screamed and threw punches at the conservative teenager. The duo tripped over Viktoriya and Aria, who were still wrestling on the ground. They knocked into the wall and tore a significant piece down.
"Of course..." Aria gasped. She turned to her team. "Everybody! Just kick down the walls!"
"We're not going to listen to you!" Daniel snapped, not even making an attempt to listen to what she had to say.
The former boricua rolled her eyes and swung at the wall. A small crack formed in the corner. Aria grinned and whacked at it again, forming a bigger crack. Viktoriya noticed what she was doing and grabbed Aria's hand.
Just then, Shaylie ran through the fort. "Yes!" she cheered.
"Rats win!" Chris declared as he approached the group. Chef Hatchet stood beside him with a tray of cups. "And here's your reward: McLean-Brand Hot Chocolate. Scald your senses with chocolatey goodness!"
The Toxic Rats cheered, sharing high-fives and fist bumps with each other regardless of their relationship.
"Great..." Daniel groaned. He looked over at Aria and grinned. "Great," he repeated ominously.
Daniel, Aidan, and Georgie sat outside of their cabin, on the steps. They were covered with large brown blankets. Georgie had her arm around Aidan, who was crying on her shoulder. Daniel sat on the step above them and had his hand on his friend's back.
"I can't believe she cheated on you, man," Daniel said to his friend.
"That just doesn't seem like her," Georgie admitted.
Aidan nodded. "Trust me, I know," he sighed. "But she kept on muttering Duncan's name and calling him 'baby'. Duncan! That criminal bad boy from the first three seasons!"
His two friends stood up and discarded their blankets. "I'm going to go shower before the ceremony," Daniel announced, "dude, just let me know whenever you want to talk, okay?"
Georgie kissed Aidan on the cheek. "We're here for ya, okay bud?"
The extrovert sighed deeply. His eyes turned over to Deylanie, who stormed into the confessional.
(Outhouse Confessional)
Deylanie sighed. "Look," she said. "I know what you're all thinking: 'Deylanie, how could you cheat on poor Aidan like that?' Well, first off: he's boring. I need a guy who can... excite me, always keep me guessing. All Aidan ever wanted was to cuddle or watch movies. Boring." She grinned. "Duncan was exciting."
She shrugged. "I was planning on breaking up with him soon anyway. Heck, I'm not even sure how he knew. But after I woke up, he asked me why I said Duncan's name... and I told him. No use in lying to the guy. But whatever, I doubt they'll hold this against me this time. Hello, we have a serial killer on our team!"
"Okay," Chris said to the seven campers sitting on the tree stumps, "I'm actually pretty surprised to see you guys here. You won the advantage for goodness' sake!" He brandished a platter of six marshmallows. Behind him stood Chef Hatchet, who wore the hazmat suit and carried the toxic marshmallow.
The lack of nervousness and uncertainty among the contestants was noticeable. While normally they would be nervous that they might be going home, the majority of them seemed pretty satisfied - certain of who was to be eliminated.
Chris held up the first marshmallow. "The following players are safe... Daniel."
He grinned, shot daggers at Deylanie, and caught his tasty treat.
"Georgie."
Likewise, the cage fighter glared at the party girl before grabbing her marshmallow mid-air.
"Aidan."
Aidan sighed deeply, not bothering to catch the marshmallow. His sad eyes never left the ground.
"Lucian."
The mocha-skinned teenager smiled, catching the marshmallow.
"And... Holly."
She opened her mouth, and the sugary sweetness landed on her tongue. She swallowed it whole, then licked her fingers.
All eyes turned to the two contestants who had yet to receive a marshmallow. Both girls looked nervous, though Deylanie looked more angry than nervous. Aria looked straight-up nervous.
"... Which leaves Aria and Deylanie," Chris continued, grinning. "Aria, it seems that your team mates have very long memories. Could your past finally be catching up with you? And Deylanie, it seems that your cheating on Aidan has alienated you from your team. Could your past be catching up with you?"
Neither of them responded.
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Chef Hatchet dropped the green marshmallow at Deylanie's feet. The party girl was quick enough to lift up her feet. She watched the marshmallow sizzle as it melted into the ground. She looked like she was about to say something, but she was verbally accosted instead.
"You deserve this," Daniel hissed, his voice filled with venom.
"Ha!" Georgie laughed, pointing. "That's what you get, you two-timing /censored/!"
Aria nodded in agreement, though she looked more happy at the fact that she was safe than that specifically Deylanie was eliminated. She silently chewed on her marshmallow.
The host laughed. "Good job, Georgie. Make the editors really work for their paychecks!"
Deylanie scoffed, her arms crossed over her chest. "Seriously? Yeah, I cheated on my boyfriend, but Aria killed people. And you guys kept her? I'm glad to see you guys have your priorities in check."
Aidan tried to say something, but was cut off.
"Don't even try and talk your way out of this," Georgie snapped. "You hurt our friend, you hurt all of us!"
Deylanie rolled her eyes.
"It's time for the Hurl of Shame, baby," Chris said, grinning.
As the Mutant Maggots made their way to the Dock of Shame, Aria felt someone grabbing on her arm. She turned around to see Daniel glaring at her.
"You got lucky today, Aria," he told her firmly, "but don't expect this to change anything. You're next."
He said nothing more and walked away, not waiting for her to respond.
Deylanie's legs dangled over the catapult. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her face looked quite annoyed. She looked over at her former team mates — Daniel and Georgie looked at her with anger and disgust, Aria seemed to be quite relieved, and Lucian and Holly seemed to be at a loss for how to react. Aidan, however, wasn't even looking at her. His eyes never left the ground.
"Any final words?" Chris asked her. "I'm sure Aidan would like to hear a thing or two. Haha!"
She nodded. "Look, I don't—"
"Time's up!"
Chef Hatchet pulled a lever, sending Deylanie flying in the air. She screamed and screamed, her body flailing until she faded from everyone's view.
"Four down, twelve to go!" Chris bellowed, facing the camera. "Who will fly home next? Who will manipulate? Who will lose their cool? Find out next time on... Total... Drama... Revenge of the Island!"
(Voting Confessionals)
Daniel sighed angrily, punching the wall of the outhouse. "Screw this! Aria needs to go home, but I can't allow what Deylanie did to go unpunished." He cracked his knuckles. "She hurt my best friend. Nobody hurts my best friend! Nobody! I vote for Deylanie."
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"I can't believe this, but I have to vote for Deylanie," Georgie said, looking somewhat disappointed. "She seemed like such a nice person... but to hurt Aidan like that? I can't believe she would do something like that..."
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Deylanie rolled her eyes. "Look, I know what you're all thinking: 'Deylanie, how could you cheat on poor Aidan like that?' Well, first off: he's boring. I need a guy who can... excite me, always keep me guessing. All Aidan ever wanted was to cuddle or watch movies. Boring." She grinned. "Duncan was exciting. Anyway, I vote for Aria. I wouldn't be surprised if she went home. The girl's a psycho."
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Holly sat with her hands folded. "I feel really bad for Aidan," she said. "That was a really messed up thing for Deylanie to do... but I don't know if I should vote her off. It'd probably be best for them to work out the problems they are having as soon as possible. I guess I vote for Aria. She scares me."
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Aria smiled widely. "I suppose I should be glad for Deylanie's disloyalty," she mused, "it will probably prevent me from going home." She bit her lip, realizing what she said. "That sounds bad... I'm not glad that she hurt Aidan, I'm just..." She sighed. "I vote for Deylanie."
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Lucian shook his head. "Man, I hate cheaters. I know how I'd feel if Courtney cheated on me... I don't think I could handle it. Poor Aidan..." he said. "I vote for Deylanie. I know she was my friend last season, but... gosh..."
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Aidan sighed deeply. "I.. I know I should vote for her... but... I just can't bring myself to do it," he said sadly. "I... I vote for Aria. I'm upset with Deylanie, but I'm not afraid of her."
Elimination Order: Emma & Walter, Jamie, Deylanie.
Remaining Contestants:
Toxic Rats: Shaylie, Jerome, Viktoriya, Xavier, Zane, Xena
Mutant Maggots: Daniel, Georgie, Lucian, Aria, Aidan, Holly
Author's Note: Many of you correctly predicted that Deylanie was the cheater. I'm not sure if that's good in the sense that I foreshadowed it and it wasn't out of the blue, or if that's bad in the sense that it was obvious enough that so many people predicted it.
I had Deylanie and Aidan set to break up the second I decided to do another season with this cast. Honestly, they would not be a good long-term match. Aidan is calmer and wants romanticism, while Deylanie is wilder and wants nothing but to party. Opposites do attract, but sometimes they aren't meant to be together.
Though she is gone, Deylanie (and the end of Aideylanie) will have a lasting impact on this game.
I can't say with certainty when the next update will be, but I will do my best to get it out to you all as soon as I possibly can!
Until next time, thanks for reading the chapter!