"We are BACK! On Total Drama Time Warp!"

The host smiled at the camera, as the Wheel of Fate spinned, ever coming close to deciding the duel between Ezekiel and Noah. Both of them looked at it with anxiety, Noah's being distinctively less noticeable.

"The wheel is spinning, Noah and Ezekiel are sweating, and my hair is just GREAT today!" Chris said, fluffing his perm. "But right now, all eyes on the wheel! Our two favorite midgets' duel will be..."

The wheel slowly approached it's mark as everyone eyed it with anticipation. Slower and slower, the wheel finally stops, it's bright red arrow pointing over the topic:

*QUIZ*

"It's a Quiz duel! Both contestants must take part in a 20 question quiz, all related to a common topic. When the question is asked, ring the buzzer to answer. You only get to answer if you hit the buzzer first, so you gotta be fast! Get a right answer, you win a point! Get a wrong answer and the other player gets a chance. The player with the most correct answers by the end is the winner!"

Ezekiel gripped his fists, focused, Noah, however, couldn't help but to show a wide, cocky smile.


* Confession stall (always represented with bold dialogue between lines, for future reference) *

Noah: A quiz?... A challenge that ACTUALLY requires the use of brain power?... Talk about a stroke of luck. Sorry Ezekiel, but I got this one in the bag. Science, Literature, Maths, Pop Culture, you name it. *chuckle* I'm ready.


As Noah and Ezekiel stepped up to the buzzers Chef had just finished prepparing on stage, Chris took a few cards out of his pocket.

"Now, I know Noah's a snobbish know-it-all, and that Ezekiel is a poor naive homeschooled boy. So! To make this fair, and WAY more fun, the theme of your quiz is... SPORTS!"


Noah: ...For a very brief second... there was light in the dark, cold room that is my life...

Ezekiel: I know close to nothing about sports, eh... I can kinda tell the team colors, because my dad watches football on TV but that's it! Oh man... *gulps* I don't wanna be the first to go home again!


Both teens were in shock, and actually quite scared. Noah's cocky grin turned upside down faster than the eye could tell, and Ezekiel was starting to sweat at the thought of being the first camper voted out. As they nervously awaited by the buzzers, Chris took his sweet time in getting ready to read the first question.

"Ahem..." He pauses with a big grin, obviously enjoying the tortured look on the boy's faces. "Question 1!... Which NFL team holds the record for most Super Bowl wins?"

The boys changed a nervous glance but remained silent, completely ignorant on the matter.

"No takers?... Tsk tsk." Chris shakes his head. "The wanswer was the San Francisco 49ers and the Pittsburgh Steelers, tied for 5 wins each. Next Question!"

"This is just... sad to watch." Steve said.

"And judging by how much Chris seems to be loving this, we're gonna be here a while." Duncan says with a yawn, laying back. Sadly, he was right. Chris spent close to 20 minutes asking each and every question as slowly and painfully as he could, never getting an answer from either Noah or Ezekiel, who were in the brink of fainting from desperation.

"The answer was Portugal's soccer team... Honestly, did you guys ever sit in front of a TV NOT playing video games or watching cartoons?!"

"Well, actually-"

"Don't care, rethorical question." Chris says, interrupting Ezekiel. "Lucky for you two, there's only one question left. If none of you answer, you both loose, which, while not dramatic, is pretty lame. So get ready."

With their last forces, the boys prepared themselves, praying for a quick and painless end.

"Last question... What are the colours of the Detroit Lions football team?"

*DING*

Out of panic, Noah pressed his buzzer, almost in an unconscious way, realising what he had done only a few seconds too late.

"Well, Noah?"

Noah was silent for a good 10 seconds, looking around in search of an answer he didn't know.

"...Burgundy?"

"Wow." Chris chuckled. "Lame from start to finish... Wrong! And now Ezekiel gets a chance! Will he take it?"

The homeschool boy was furiously grinding his gears at the one question he had a chance to get right.

"You got 10 seconds, Ezekiel!" Chris said, tapping his watch. Unable to hold it any longer, he presses the buzzer.

*DING*

"B... Buh... B-Blue and White...?"

"...That... is... CORRECT! Ezekiel takes the last question and is the winner of our first Duel! One point for you!"

Noah collapsed immediately after, foaming a little from his mouth. Ezekiel was bewildered.

"I... I won?"

"Yes you did man! Congrats!"

"I won a challenge!... I WON A CHALLENGE!"


Ezekiel: I WON A CHALLENGE! I'M NOT GONNA BE THE FIRST ONE TO GO HOME!


Juming up and down on the stage, repeatedly yelling 'I won a challenge!', Ezekiel was dragged down from there and thrown back at the seats by a grumpy Chef.

"Let's hope that doesn't get to his head." Chris chuckles out. "It's time for the second Duel! This time we'll have... Gwen and Courtney! Duncan's ex vs Duncan's ex!"

Both girls stomped their way to the stage, trying really hard to not punch Chris in the face.

"C'mon, it was a joke!... Geez, tough crowd... Chef! Spin the Wheel of Fate!"

The big man gave the wheel a good spin, as the girls enchanged a rather hostile glance, before looking away from each other.


Courtney: Lawyers bought, almost killed by flying scrap, UNSAFE teleporters... And now Gwen is here... Can things get ANY WORSE?! *she punches the wall, hurting her hand* ...Just for the record, I am COMPLETELY over Duncan, but the fact that Gwen literally STOLE my boyfriend, under my nose, just... GAAH!

Gwen: I WANT to make peace with Courtney. She was one of my best friends in here... But she's being so unreasonable! She wasn't even dating Duncan anymore when we started going out! And now I'm not with him and she's STILL mad? Give me a break!...


"The wheel is slowing down, ladies. Your duel IS..."

*CHOW DOWN*

"An eating competition!"

Both girls look worried, but only for a second, for both were intent on beating the other. That quickly changed when Chef wheeled in a small table full of "food" to the center of the stage, making the girls almost hurl just by looking at it.

"Fish heads, excessive meat fat, rotten vegetables, etcetera. To prepare his "delicious" meals, Chef accumulates a lot of leftovers everyday. And it would be a shame to just throw it all out." Approaching the table, the host had to cover his nose, squelching at the smell. "So we'll have you two eat as much as possible!"

"I think I'm gonna puke..." Courtney said holding her stomach.

"I figured you'd say that, so here's a little twist, to give you girls some motivation! You won't be simply eating the food... The objective of this duel is to FEED your opponent until he can't take it any longer! When Chef rings the bell, you'll both shove as much food as you can down the other's throat. The first one to stop, quit, or barf, wins the duel! Do pay mind that you must chew and swallow the food. Keeping it in your mouth counts as stopping."

While still disgusted, the girls could appreciate the fact that they'd make each other suffer. Getting into position by the table, they waited for the bell.

"I've lost my boyfriend, but you'll LOSE this challenge!"

"Just pray that I don't LOSE my temper or I might choke you to death with food!"

"Ready... Set... CHOW!"

*DING*

As soon as the bell rang, Courtney reached for a fish head, while Gwen grabbed a large pork kidney, both shoving them on each other's mouths practically at the same time. The taste was unbearable, but Courtney managed to chew and swallow the raw meat, reaching now for a close to black carrot. Gwen, squinting her eyes at the disgusting taste, grabs a handfull of fat, both shoving it on each other yet again at the same time.

The process repeated itself for a few more times, but both Courtney and Gwen surprisingly held their ground. On the audience, Katie and Sadie looked ready to barf, while Cameron didn't hold back and simply threw his head behind the seats as not to sprinkle anyone.

"Man, this is intense!" Sam exclaimed. "It's a true clash of titans!"

"How can they even bear to stand close to all that garbage, much less dig it down?" Bridgette asks, holding her stomach.

"Taking a wild guess here, because they want to win, maybe?" Heather responded in a sarcasting tone. "Honestly, I wound't do a third of Chris' challenges if not for the satisfaction of winning and seeing others lose."

"Cruel... but relatable." Duncan commented.

*GURGLE*

The loud noise interrupted the chit chat. Both girls had stopped feeding each other and were holding on to their tummies as if their lives depended on it. Courtney, turning to a sick green, was unable to hold it any longer and barfed her insides out. Not a second later, Gwen did the same, much to everyone's disgust. By the time they both stopped they were on their knees, as Chris approached them.

"Wow... now THAT was nasty!..." He chuckles. "Ladies, you both stopped at the exact same time, BUT! Courtney was the first to barf it all out. So, by default, Gwen wins the challenge!

As (almost) everyone applauded the effort conducted by the girls, Gwen held her groggy fist in the air, trying to pick herself up back to the stands. Courtney was too dizzy and sick to get mad so she did the same.

"Alright, moving on! We gotta tighten our pace a little. Sam! Cody! You're up! Chef, get that wheel spinning! Chop chop, move people!"

The big geek and the small geek rushed onto the stage, both excited to start, as Chef gave the wheel a good spin.

"Who would've guessed? A battle between our favorite nerds!" Chris asks expectant.

"Hey!" Said Harold, Noah and Cameron, at the same time, much to Chris' surprise.

"Wow, we have a LOT of nerds... Should've brought in more bullies. Anyways! The wheel is slowing down, what will it be? A fist fight? An insult contest? The legendary allergy contest? It's... It's..."

*GAMING*

"RIGHTEOUUUS!" Yelled Cody.

"ALRIIIIIIGHT!" Sam pumped his fists in the air.

"Aw c'mon!" Chris stomped his foot on the ground. "What a waste..."


Sam: Oh man, I can't believe I nailed a video game challenge! This is so gonna rock!

Cody: I know Sam's a total pro and stuff, but MAN! A video game challenge! No way I'm going down without a fight! This is so awesome!


As the two nerds excitedly sat on stage while Chef prepared the TV and console, Chris was still sulking.

"So what's it gonna be, Chris? Tekken? Mario Kart? Dark Souls?"

"Burnout 3? Marvel vs Capcom? Oh oh, Soul Calibur IV?"

"Listen, LISTEN! I added this challenge for people who are not total geeks to have a hard time, but since we got two "pros" doing it now, it's not even funny to watch... I honestly want to consider this one a draw and move on..."

C'mon man, we haven't even done anything yet!"

"Well... what if you move on WHILE we play? I think we're gonna take a while, heh." Sam suggests.

"You know what... I'm ok with that! Just pick whatever game and play it, I don't care. Tell me when you're done."

"Alright!" Sam said, rushing to the game pile with Cody. "Wanna pick the poison, Cody?"

"Well, how are your Street Fighter skills? Or you're a Mortal Kombat guy?"

Leaving the two geeks in the stage, Chris approached the other contestants, ready to move on.

"While those two take their sweet time, we'll move on with the duels. Harold and Duncan, you're up! Give that wheel a hurl, Chef!"

"Aw man... I wanted to watch them play." Harold sighed.

The two approached Chris and the wheel was a second away from stopping.

*FIST FIGHT*

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Chris exclaims. "Bully vs Nerd, in a no holds barred knockout challenge, YES!"


Bridgette: Is it me or is Chris slightly more bloodthirsty than usual?...


"The rules are VERY simple, people!" Chris said, leading Duncan and Harold to a compact wrestling ring near the stage. "Knock your opponent down and you win!"

Both teens changed into wrestling gear and met in the center of the ring.

"Harold man..." Duncan says, putting his hand on the lanky nerd's shoulder. "I'm not the kind of guy who would pass a chance to give someone a good pounding, but are you sure you don't want to concede this one and leave with both your face and dignity in one piece?"

With a swift shove, Harold pushed the punk's arm away with surprising force, almost making him fall if not for the ropes.

"Foolish Duncan..." He says, performing several kung fu poses at great speed. "After all this time, you still underestimate my mad skills..." With his hand, Harold signaled a still bewildered Duncan to advance.

*DING*

Chef ringed the bell and the fight began for real. Harold was swift, dodging Duncan's blows and landing a kick or a punch when he could, but the punk was resilient and kept his blows swift and strong.
Eventually, however, Harold's much more tiring method started to wear him down, and when paired with his asthma it was a killer combo. The nerd eventually had to stop to pick up his breath, and Duncan seized the moment with a powerful punch, knocking poor Harold out cold.

*DING*

"Duncan wins the duel! That was an AWESOME fight, you two!" Chris applauded.

"Not bad, you big geek..." A sweating, panting Duncan said to the unconscious Harold. "You do got mad skills."


Duncan: Please don't tell him I said that...


"Alright, things are getting hot! You know, I like this bully/victim thing." Chris chuckles, as Harold is dragged off the ring. "So let's do it again! Cameron and Lightning, step up!"

"Finally!" The jock says, jumping down the stands. "Lightning gets to show the good stuff, AND pound a good for nothing four-eyes!" He points to a trembling Cameron, who was having a very hard time leaving his seat, due to sheer fear.

"Cameron, man, if you're not down here by the time that wheel stops turning, you automatically loose. Speaking of which... Chef, get that thing spinning!"

Taking deep breaths, Cameron stepped down and stood next to Lightning, who looked like a raging bull ready to be set loose.

"Not gonna run away with your tail behind your legs?! You got some nerve!" Lightning spat at him. The small four eyes felt his legs failling him, but he kept his fear under control.

"I... I've beaten you once... And I'll show everyone I can do it again!" He thros back at him, to the jock's, and everyone's, surprise.


Cameron: I'm very scared of Lightning I won't hide that, but I'm tired of seeing us geeks being bullied around like there's no tomorrow! If I can win this challenge, I might be able to inspire all the other geeks in the contest, and hopefully, all the geeks in the world!... I just hope we don't get a physical challenge...!"


*MUD WAR*

"It's a mud slinging duel! Both contestants will stand by the platforms in this pool of mud and must use these pool sized spoons to scoop and throw as much mud as they can, until one of them falls off the platform. Last man standing, wins!"

Cameron gulped as his worst case scenario was slowly weaved in front of him. Standing on the platform he tried to study his weapon, in hopes of gaining an advantage.

"Ready... Set... BEGIN!"

"Okay, this is a staff like weapon... If I can find a solid axis to spin it, I'll be able to maximize power and speed with little effort, I might have to work on the aim by myself, but this base strategy seems sol-"

*SPLASH*

A massive mud meteorite colided with Cameron, blowing him bakc several meters and splashing him onto the ground, almost unconscious.

"Wow, that was fast, and painful... I love it! Lightning wins!"

"SHA-ZAM! Mess with the bull, you get LIGHTNING!"

"Alright, let's bring out some fresh meat this time! Steve and Lillian, come on down!"

The two new campers changed a glance of slight disgust and stood up, as Chef gave the wheel a spin.

"So, how will our new snobbish brat and local Satan lover duke it out?"

"I'm not a satanist!" Steve yelled. "Geez..."

"Really now? I don't care." Chris says, uninterested. "But the wheel is stopping, and I DO care about that!"

*TALENT SHOWDOWN*

Lucky you, it's a talent show! Simply show me and Chef something impressive you can do. Most impressive wins!

"Yes!" they both said.

"You have 5 minutes to prepare. In the meantime, I feel like I'm forgetting about something... but I can't put my finger on-"

"K.O.! I WIN!"

"AW MAN!"

Cody and Sam had just finished their final bout in Street Fighter IV. It was a hard battle, but Cody won the tie breaker, although only by a close margin.

"Holy crap, man, you're, like, SUPER good! Those combos were killer!" Sam says.

"Are you kidding?! That was way to close for comfort! You've got skills, man!" Cody responds, walking with him back to the stands, both ignoring Chris.

"...Alright, Cody takes the point and the stage is free to use! Whenever you're ready, Steve and Lillian!"


Lillian: That goth freak brought a guitar with him, so he's probably gonna play or sing something... *chuckle* Unfortunately for him, while not my passion, music is MY talent. And in these contests, that's all that matters.

Steve: Righteous, I get to throw down some rock! What should I play?... Should I take the Fender pickups? I hope they can plug in my pedals. Or maybe I should go acoustic... *he rambles on for a while*


"So, Lillian, what you got for us?"

"I'm gonna sing a bit, if that's okay."

"Any song in particular?"

"No... Just singing."

"Well, hit it then."

Lillian took a deep breath, and when she opened her mouth, the world turned to silence. Her voice, humming a few notes, was absolute golden bliss. Chef, Chris and all the campers felt themselves being lifted from the ground, levitating amidts the clouds, gently pushed by the harmonizing breeze that was blowing. The sky was honey colored and so was the water. Taking a dive in the golden ocean they saw the bright corals dancing and changing colors, dancing with them.
And then it all stopped. Chris and Chef were back on their table and all the teens were back on the stands.

"...Well? How was it?" Lillian asked impatiently, in her arrogant tone of voice.

"...Holy cow... Words fail me... for real." Chris comments.

"I haven't felt like this since Woodstock..." Chef says shedding a tear.

"You get a perfect 10, from both of us." The host says. "Jesus... Alright, Steve, I seriously doubt your capacity to further impress us after this, but go for it."

"I uh... I-I'm gonna play some music as well. (Oh man, I didn't expect her to sing... And really well too!)" He thoungt to himself, in stress.

"More music, huh? Well good luck. You'll need it."

The teen in black took deep breaths, while he tuned his guitar. He gave it a violent strum, letting out a loud, long, alien-sounding chord.

"Feast your ears!" He says, strumming another one like the first. "This is Sunhair, by Ozric Tentacles!" He proceeds to solo up and down the guitar quickly and swiftly. The sound was loud and echoing, and he could play at a blistering pace. Strumming the final chord, he lands on his knees, panting hard.

"Pant... pant... How's that?"

"Wow." Chris whistled. "That was really freaky and weird... But really awesome too! You get 8 points! Chef?"

"8 points too. Didn't even know they made metal like that."

"It's Jazz Fusion!" The teen howlered. "Stop associating me with metal!"

"I can't, it's in your contract." Chris chuckles, as Steve grumbled and got back in the stands. "Lillian takes the point!"

The other challenges went by relatively swiftly. Hector and Bridgette were selected for a hand-stand contest, and the surfer girl went through a deja vu, vomiting her way into victory, by involuntarilly splashing Hector with some puke, who got grossed out and lost his balance.

Angela and Heather had to draw a portrait of Chris in 5 minutes for him to choose his favorite. Angela won the duel easily by drawing a very muscular and much more handsome version of Chris, who saw it as a "faithful representation".

Katie and Sadie had to face off in an insult contest, a duel that Chris assured to have been chosen at random by the wheel, under seveal cackles. Katie fainted at the thought even before the duel started, so Sadie took the win by default, in tears.

Lastly, Benny and Beth had to milk a violent cow under a minute, yet another challenge Chris had set for people with no experience in the matter. Much to his annoyance it was over in a quick, clean way, with Benny taking the victory.

"Alright we are DONE! The winners of this challenge are Ezekiel, Gwen, Sam, Duncan, Lightning, Lillian, Hector, Angela, Sadie and Benny. Congratulations guys! As a reward, should your team be the one sending someone home today, you have immunity!"

"Hate to break it to you, Chris, but you haven't formed any teams we know of." Courtney says.

"You're half-right, Miss CIT. The teams were decided the moment you entered your rooms. The keen observer might have noticed that the rooms were respectively labelled Room 1 and Room 2, above the doors for both guys and girls, and that's how it was decided. So, everyone that is on Room 1, raise your hand and come stand by my left! The rest of you, stay in my right!"

The teens obeyed, and just like that, two teams were created.

"Noah, Ezekiel, Lightning, Sam, Harold, Benny, Courtney, Angela, Katie and Beth. You guys... are Team AVENGERS!"

"Duncan, Cody, Cameron, Steve, Hector, Heather, Lillian, Bridgette, Gwen and Sadie. You guys will be... Team JUSTICE LEAGUE!"

"Quick question, Chris."

"Shoot, Noah."

"How are you not getting sued right now?"

"I got lawyers, money and a time machine. Hope that answered your question."

"I have a question too." Said Angela, raising her hand. "Benny and Beth are on the same team, so what was the point of having them participate in a challenge?"

"Yeah, those were free points. I threw a couple of those for each team. You guys wouldn't find out, so it doesn't really matter. What DOES matter however is that Team Avengers has 4 winners, while Team Justice League has 6! Which means TEAM JUSTICE LEAGUE WON THE CHALLENGE!"

The Justice League jumped with joy, exchanging high fives and fist bumps.

"Avengers... You will be meeting me in the central room in half an hour."


Courtney: Great, we are the first to lose! Fortunately the good half of our team is immune. Well I'm technically not immune, but let's be serious! Between people like Katie, Noah and Harold you think I'll be the one going home? Fat chance!...


Team Avengers was gathered in the central room, waiting for Chris to show up, when, all of a sudden, the lights went out.

"Campers." The host's metallic voice echoed in the dark, startling everyone. "Step up to the podiums."

With a clap, the podiums lighted up, eerily lightning up the circle they composed in a neon blue light. Everyone took one, being illuminated from below.

"This is seriously creepy!" Katie cried. "Where are you, Chris?!"

With a flash, the teleported zapped the beacon, and Chris hopped out of it.

"I love this crazy technology." He cackles. "Avengers! You are here because you lost!... Why did you lose? Because you suck."

"Ok, rude!"

"Lightning didn't lose! And Lightning definitively doesn't suck!"

"Whether that is true or not, listen up! Normally, you'd cast your vote in the confessionals and wait for the results at the ceremony, but this is gonna be a bit different from the usual Total Drama voting procedures."

Another clap from Chris and, from the ground, in front of everyone's podiums, strange screened platforms ascended. In the screen, there was a picture of everyone in Team Avengers.

"Your votes will be cast right here, in the central room. Simply touch the picture of who you want to vote for and all the info will be sent to my little friend here." He wiggles his remote control. "Players with invicibility have their pictures framed in gold, so you can't select them."

"Wait, so... The votes will be public?" Beth asks.

"Yes and no, Beth. Your votes remain a personal and anonymous. HOWEVER! Before the voting commences, you will have 5 minutes to debate."

"Debate?"

"That's right, Benny. Debate, talk to each other, try to talk people out of voting you, persuade them to vote for someone else, reach a peaceful decision, spread chaos and havoc. Anything goes! After five minutes, the voting screen will unlock, and your decision remains your own."

"Wow... That's wicked." Harold commented.

"Campers, your 5 minutes of debate start... now!"

At first no one said a word, they didn't really know how to approach the new debate idea. Courtney, having an affinity to start discussions, was the first to speak up.

"Ok, so... Let's just be frontal about this. Who do you guys wanna vote for?"

"Man, I'd vote for ALL of you if I could!" Lightning throws out.

"Permission to vote for Lightning, despite the immunity." Noah says sarcastically.

"Denied!" Answered Chris.

"C'mon, people, lets focus! We can reach a fair decision if we put our minds to it!" Courtney says, clapping her hands. "I personally vote for Katie."

"What?! Why me?!"

"Be realistic Katie. You fainted even before your challenge started. It's obvious that not having Sadie around will severely cripple your performance, and that's bad for the Team!"

"Not to be a flat on the ol' tire." Benny interrupts. "But you didn't dio so super good yourself, Courtney!"

"Well, at least I tried! and it was a very close call, you can't blame me, it's simply not fair." Courtney responds.

"Katie's challenge wasn't exactly fair to begin with, eh." Ezekiel remarks. "You can't judge her performance based on that."

"Now listen here you little homeschooled brat!"

"Wow, watch the rudeness!" Sam says. "So not cool."

"Rudeness?! I'm stating the facts!" Courtney was practically yelling now.

"The only fact here is that you're being way to loud and bossy to conduct a proper debate." Noah throws at her. "I'd vote for you over Katie anyday."

"Since when do YOU stand up for anyone?! You're another fine example! You lost, in a brain battle! Your so called 'speciality'!" She roars back at the bookworm.

"Courtney, calm down! You're being scary again!" Angela tells her, a bit frightned.

"I'LL SHOW YOU SCARY!" the CIT screams, huffing a bit. "I'll only say this once... I am a strong competitor! I've been on three other seasons of this show, and I got far in all of them! Katie right now, is our weakest link. Voting her off now is benefitial to her and to us. We will be better and stronger! And when the other team loses a challenge, if they're smart, they WILL vote for Sadie, who suffers from the exact same problem! The two will be together and this problem will never bother us again. THIS is my stand. You want to vote for me because I'm bossy? Fine, go for it and see where that gets you. But don't say I didn't warn you!"

There was silence. Most were shocked by Courtney's brutal honesty, and no one quite knew what to say.

*DING*

"Time's up, campers! The debate is over." Chris said, but Katie couldn't help but to sob quietly.

"Is that... Is that really what people think of me?... And Sadie?..." She cries.

"I know that you're sad, Katie, but no talking after debate time! This is the real deal now, people. The camper with the most votes will have to step up to the Beacon of Shame, and be teleported away... to the Dungeon of Losers... FOREVER!"

"D-Dungeon?" Beth shivered.

"I said, no talking Beth! Which one of you is going home? Who is staying? The time has come to vote off..."

Chris dramatically pauses, as the camera zooms in on his face.

"The weakest camper!"

Everyone exchanged glances for a second and casted their votes quickly.

"And there we have it, the votes are set!" Chris announces. "Now, despite all the new stuff, this IS Total Drama, so what good voting ceremony is complete without... Marshmallows!"

to everyone's delight he pulls out a bag of marshmallows, opening it up on the spot. He starts do hand them out to the teens.

"Lightning, Ezekiel, Benny and Angela, you're obviously safe." He says, giving them the treat.

"Sam and Beth, you're safe too."

They catch their marshmallows, sighing in relief.

"Noah. I'm surprised."

"Shove it." he says, taking his marshmallow.

"...Harold."

"Yes!..." He pumps his fist.

"Katie and Courtney... I'm surprised at how unanimous this was, even if kind of obvious. The final marshmallow goes to..."

Courtney was glaring at Katie triumphant, as the BFFF trembled in fear and sadness, awaitng the final judgment.

"...Katie."

"What?" She says surprised.

"WHAT?!" Courtney blasts. "You voted ME off?!"

"Yes they did, Courtney. Too bad for you." Chris says. "Time to hop on that Beacon of Shame."

"You just dug up your graves!" She yells, getting on the beacon as Chef turns on the teleporter. "You're gonna lose more and more because of this! Mark my words!"

"We'd rather be buried alive than take orders from you!" Harold spat.

"HAROLD YOU STUPID LITTLE-"

*ZAAAAAAAAAAP*

With a flash, Courtney dissapeared. Needless to say, most were satisfied with their decision.

"Guys, I..." Katie was still sobbing, but she managed to put up a smile. "Th... Thank you. F-For not voting me off."

"What are you thanking us for? We like you!" Angela says, giving her a little hug.

"And hey, I might be a sarcastic know it all, but I'm not totally heartless." Noah tells her. "I'd rather have someone friendly like you on the team, as opposed to miss Godzila in training."

"I'll second that, eh." Ezekiel adds.

Katie let's out a giggle.

"Thanks, guys."

"Alright people, back to your your rooms. Tomorrow's a big day."


Noah: Courtney was nothing but bossy and whinny 24/7. I love to win, but seriously, there's a limit to how much of a pain in the ass you can be. Of course, logically speaking, Katie would have been the correct pick, but since when do teenagers listen to logic?

Angela: You know, Courtney was kinda right... But I don't really want to look at this whole thing as a competition! Sure, we ARE competing, but think a bit outside of the box here! We'll be living together, eating together, heck, time travelling together... I know some people here are in to win at all costs, but I think making friends and having fun is the main priority! Being on this show the opportunity of a lifetime, and I know Katie will take that opportunity and will give it her all!

Katie: I'm not gonna cripple my team... Sadie's not here, and that hurts... But I still gotta try my best! Everyone gave me a chance, so I'll show Courtney, and everyone, that I can go far! And Sadie, I know you can too, so do your best as well!


* The Bridge - Chef , Chris *

In another room, sorrounded by controls and buttons, Chef was reading some massive instruction manuals, when Chris approached him.

"Chef ma' man. You got everything covered?"

"Practically." The big man said, closing the book and hopping on the main control board. "I don't know some trivial jibber jabber, but I'm ready to make this fat lady sing!"

"Awesome! Get this thing up and running, I'll warn our campers."

Everyone was pretty tired, either laying in bed or making small talk. Sadie was overjoyed to see that her bestie had survived the elimination, and waved at her from her room.

"ATTENTION CAMPERS." Chris' voice boomed through the room speakers. "THE TIME HAS COME. IT IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE THAT RIGHT NOW, YOU HOLD ON TO SOMETHING."

"What's going on?" Heather asks annoyed. "What do you mean hold on to-GAAAH!"

Before she could finish, a loud tremor shook down the place, throwing her to the ground, allong with her luggage and everything and everyone that could move.

"What's going on Chris?!" Cameron asks, gripping his bed for dear life.

"Is this...!" Cody was awestruck. "Are we...?!"

"THAT'S RIGHT, CODEMEISTER!... WE... ARE GONNA TIME TRAVEL! HIT IT, CHEF!"

Chef held the main lever and gave it a good push.

*ZSWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

The massive Total Drama Time Machine flashed itself out of existence, now traveling at highspeed through hyperspace. Everyone felt their heads going blank due to the unbearable turbulence, but Chris and Chef, however, were just fine with it.

"We are finally set! The game is on and so are we!

Blasts from the past! Glimpses of the future!

We'll have it all and even more!

Fasten your seat belts and enjoy the trip! Here, next time, on:

TOTAL...

DRAMA...

TIME WARP!"


* To be continued *


Author notes

Finally we can start the timey wimey stuff!

This chapter has a LOT of words, I hope it's not too long and/or overbearing.

Ozric Tentacles is a crazy cool band. Enjoy Steve's jam: ( /watch?v=Fi7VPXmbxME )

The voting machines and Chris' quote are an obvious parody of the Weakest Link game show.

Noah being nice? What can I say, I like the guy. And he can be a nice person. Everyone can.

I was unsure about the debate gimmick, but I think I can pull out some very interesting stunts from it.

I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am.

Godspeed!