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Chapter 4 - Like a Horror Movie's First Victim
"Anita, you were the last one standing on the New School team," Chris explained to her, and the viewing audience. "That means you are making the selections for immunity!"
"Say what?" Anita asked, blinking. She shivered, and started to wring out her wet hair.
"That's not entirely fair, is it?" Courtney remarked. "I mean, if I'm interpreting this right, Anita gets to pick which of the losers have immunity?"
"She sure does, since she did the best out of all the losers," the host explained. He handed Anita a small, electronic voting pad. "Anita, you are going to choose ten of the losers on your team. They, along with you, are going to enjoy immunity with the winning team."
Anita looked at the small, electronic pad. "I dunno about this," she admitted. "I mean, it's a little early for me to pick favorites, right?"
"Well, then it could be completely random choices, if you'd prefer that."
The bombshell considered this for a moment, and her eyes set on Colin. She shivered, half from cold and half from the thought of him randomly getting immunity. "No, I'll pick my choices."
"Alrighty then," Chris declared. He grinned at the losing team and said, "Let's hope you all made a good impression on her!"
Scanning through the list of contestants on the pad, and the real people in front of her, Anita made a few selections quickly. After about half her choices were made, she slowed down and the tension became much more thick.
(Janitor's Closet - And the winners are...)
Cody - "I wonder if I were among the losers, would Anita pick me? I did wipe the towel I was supposed to give her with my bloody nose... holy cow, that sounds so much worse when I say it out loud."
Courtney - "Still not exactly what I'd call fair, but Anita has a good point about how it's not really fair for her either. She's forced to make enemies and friends too soon into the game. Hate to be her right now."
Belinda - "I'm pretty sure I knew who she was going to pick. They weren't bad choices, and I'm sure she wished she could have more votes."
Anita sighed as she pressed one more button on the voting pad. "Okay, that's ten people," she said as she handed it back to Chris. As her eyes drifted among her fellow losers, she flinched and reached for the voting pad. "Wait wait wait, I forgot someone! Can I change it-"
"Nope, too late, Anita," Chris cackled, then he shook the electronic pad. "Okay, mixing up the votes here, now I'll begin calling out Anita's picks at random! The first one is...
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"Sebastian!"
He blinked when his name was called, then smiled. "Thanks, Anita," he said, giving her a small salute in respect.
"Hey, I figured you were a pretty cool guy."
"Moving on," Chris announced, "we have...
"Crystal!" The blond Brit clapped her hands and hugged Anita, getting her a little wet too.
"Xander!" He clicked his tongue and winked at her, which she returned.
"Hannah!" The religious girl was startled, then she smiled and shook Anita's hand.
"Jasmine!" Leshawna's friend pumped her fists into the air and cheered.
"Arthur!" He didn't look too surprised, but nevertheless thanked the winning loser.
"Sakaki!" She gasped and looked very disbelieving, and it took a few seconds before she could accept the immunity, and thank Anita too.
"Rodney!" The prodigy child cried out in joy, and hugged Anita around the waist. She patted his helmet affectionately.
"Joel!" The inventor exhaled in relief, having held his breath for a good deal of time. He looked a little pale as he thanked Anita.
"And the last person to win immunity is...
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"Belinda!"
The clairvoyant didn't look surprised, but very pleased. She hugged Anita in thanks, and whispered to her, "Did you forget to put our other roommate on?"
"I cannot believe I didn't pick Alfred," she groaned. She waved apologetically at him, to which he shrugged and smiled back at her.
"Okay then, folks, we have our eleven losers set for tonight! While the thirty-three winners of immunity will enjoy pie and cake, the losers are going to suffer a terrible punishment.
Sandra, who was glaring at Anita, looked at Chris with a doubtful look. "Whatever," she muttered.
"I can take any bad food or exercise you dish out," Yoshi exclaimed.
"Yeah, bring it," Carol shouted, shadow boxing.
Chris tut-tutted them. "Your punishment is far worse than you could expect! Because tonight, before you discuss who you vote for and then actually do it, you are going to watch the film...
"Disaster Movie!"
The stadium was filled with screams of sheer terror. Alfred and Howard clung to each other, whimpering in terror. Daisy fell on her knees and screamed, "WHY?" Clive burst into tears, real ones that came complete with loud sobbing. Mandy, with a horrified expression, looked at her dagger and considered gouging her eyes out.
"Oh stop whining, off to the theater with you," Chris shouted. "Chef, show them the way!"
The losers followed Chef, the sobbing and terrified whimpering continued. Carol had to help lead Clive, and Daisy clung to Yoshi in a hysterical fit.
(Janitor's Closet - And the losers were...)
Harold - "I saw that movie once. I think my throat got burns from the amount of time bile came up it."
Duncan - "Those that weren't crying or hysterical in fear would be. They showed the other movies those idiots made when I was in juvie, and I'd rather have been in solitary confinement."
Izzy - "Izzy feels so bad for Mandy. I hope she doesn't kill anyone during that movie. I know I would, I'd beat someone to death with my popcorn. And don't think I couldn't do that, I'd be THAT angry."
The thirty-three winners were eating and talking in the cafeteria later that day. Friends and couples were chatting, and most of all, the old contestants were getting to know the new ones.
"While you two do enjoy each other's company," Crystal was saying to Geoff and Bridgette, "you also need to focus on improving the areas that you might have differences, like the three hard topics."
"What are those?"
"Politics, religion, and Pepsi verses Coke."
"Well, the last one is no problem, Bridge and I love Pepsi!"
With that, the two started making out. Crystal giggled and watched them for a few seconds before looking over at Cody and Anita, enjoying the sight of them sitting next to each other.
"That's how you get your iPhone to play sounds by shaking it," Cody said, handing the device back to her. "It's a little tricky if you don't have the manual, I know."
"Cool. I can probably program light saber sounds on it, or maybe something from Left 4 Dead! Yeah, screaming zombie sounds or an assault rifle."
"You... you play video games?" Cody stammered, staring at her with wide eyes.
"Oh, yeah, I'm a real video gamer gal," she said with a laugh. "I like the Wii the most, mostly because I'm a Mario girl."
"Wow," Cody said, flushing slightly.
From down the table, Eva was bending her fork around. The tines were still pointing upward, but only because she bent into a full circle.
"You should go sit next to Cody, if you want him to notice you too," Belinda remarked.
Eva glared at her. "What do you know?"
"That you're seriously considering seeing Cody, since he's a better guy than you thought he'd be, and," the clairvoyant added when Eva flared up, "that you were watching him the entire time this challenge."
The fitness buff blanched, then sighed. "Yeah well, I know how competition goes. And I know boys don't like tough girls over girls like... like her."
"There is one thing you should take into consideration," Sebastian, who was sitting across from them. "Cody likes all girls. So of course you have a chance."
"Is everyone going to get involved in my love life?" Eva grumbled.
At another table was someone else discussing love life. Heather and Ezekiel were talking as they ate, and Ezekiel even offered some of the cake he was trying to her on his fork. She was still aware that others were watching and judging, but she couldn't resist when Ezekiel was being generous to her.
"You doo'nt have to be shy, Heather," he said to her.
"I am not shy, not one bit," she said with a sigh. "I just don't like how people who don't like us together are watching us."
"Why? What are they going to do, they can only think?"
"They can try to break us up to hurt us," she replied. "I don't know, I still think I will. I mean, I tried that..."
"That's in the past, and how many times do I have to tell you? I won't break up with you over what others think, eh; I promise."
He leaned in to kiss her cheek, but something slammed on his back. The something was Izzy, with cake smeared all over her face and a chunk of it in her hand.
"Hey, my Zeke," the redhead shouted, "you gotta try this dark chocolate-cherry cake! It's better than sex!"
"Izzy, get off my boyfriend," Heather hissed at her.
Izzy cackled as she climbed down. "Boy, that's an expression you don't hear often! Well, I gotta go, gotta make sure Owen doesn't steal another of Sakaki's slices! Bye for now, my Zeke!"
She kissed him on the cheek, leaving a dark chocolate smudge on his cheek, then dashed off. Ezekiel was startled at first, then he reached for a napkin. "Soo'ry, Heather," he said as he wiped away the chocolate away, "I guess one shouldn't give Izzy sugar, eh."
"I really don't like her kissing you," Heather said, crossing her arms. "I know she's your friend, but she has to learn some things, like not to be all over you like if you're still single!"
Ezekiel sighed mentally. He'd have to talk to Izzy about her glomping.
"Sho," Jasmine said with a mouthful of cake, "think that they're going to vote off that Colin boy?"
"I certainly hope so," Leshawna agreed.
"Same here," Harold piped in.
Jasmine frowned at Harold, then swallowed and shrugged. "Well, something we agree on. That's cool, I guess."
"I really hope it's him," Rodney, sitting nearby them, said aloud. "He's not very nice."
"That's putting it mildly, my boy," Crystal said, her arms protectively crossing over her chest. "I will bloody beg the new people to vote off his bum. Could you think of anything less tolerable that sleeping in the same room as that creep, eh wot?"
The main door to the cafeteria swung open with such force, it slammed against the wall; the doorknob was imbedded into the drywall. Everyone jumped, and a collection of heads swung over to see who had done the deed.
Yoshi stood there, red-faced and heaving mad. The warrior teen panted for a few seconds, then burst out with, "I have never had my intelligence insulted so often and so much in so short of time! GOD!"
He stomped over to the loser's table, which was empty, and slammed his fists on it, making little dents in the metal surface. No one dared speak a word, no one even dared to breathe.
Daisy came in next, guiding a brainwashed Carol. The officer girl was staring blankly with a blissful smile on her face, lightly repeating, "Not a funny joke, not a funny joke," like someone who's sanity had been completely snapped.
Alfred and Howard came in with their eyes and fingers twitching. Howard slammed his face down on the loser's table, sobbing loudly; Alfred rubbed his back to try and comfort him as best he could.
Valerie, Mandy, and Sandra all came in looking especially irked and jaded. Zachary and Colin were actually laughing and quoting the movie, and behind them was Clive, who looked he wanted to die more so than usual.
(Janitor's Closet - So how'd you like the movie?)
Tyler - "It was like seeing torture victims being freed into the world."
Lindsay - "I don't get it. If Disaster Movie is so bad, why'd the creators name it that way? To warn people?"
DJ - "They looked so bad, I wanted to start a charity fund for their recovery."
Owen - "Boy, they must not have had popcorn or soda. That would really suck."
Jasmine - "Just one of those movies you couldn't pay me to even be an extra in. I have friends who told me they'd rather be late on the rent than get that kind of payment?"
"I cannot believe I just wasted an hour and a half of my life watching that crap," Valerie snarled. "Utter piece of sh-"
"There was no worse punishment than that," Clive wailed, and then buried his face in his dinner. "Just let me suffocate in my food, it'll be merciful," he added.
"Aw, c'mon, you people cannot tell good humor?" Zachary said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Zach's right," Colin chimed in. "I mean, wasn't it funny when that Hancock guy flew up and hit his head?"
"That wasn't a spoof of Hancock, it wasn't even close," Alfred shouted. "Hancock wasn't even out when that damn movie was being made, they just took items from the trailer!"
"And you all wonder why I want the Old Gods to wipe out the weak and drown them in their own blood," Mandy grumbled.
"I'm joining your cult if it'll ensure those two morons never make another film," Howard whimpered.
"Not a funny joke, not a funny joke," Carol chanted emotionlessly.
"The whole movie was just them showing someone in a cheap-ass costume and saying it was them," Yoshi snarled, his hand on his sword handle. "It was like they needed to describe unfunny jokes! It was one and a half hours of bad jokes being explained to me!"
Daisy moaned, pounding the table. "The only way I could ever watch that again is if I'm ensured the five million dollars, a place in a professional lacrosse team, and a night of passion with Justin or another handsome man."
"Mmm, Justin," Sandra mused. "Yummy."
Silence set over the losers for a few minutes, the only sounds being Carol's quiet chanting and Clive murmuring in his food. Then Howard broke the silence with an important question.
"So, who are we voting off?"
The losers, save for droning Carol and depressed Clive, were all at full attention now. Alfred and Colin began to glare each other down, as did Yoshi and Zachary. Daisy poked Clive, and then looked at the others.
"Maybe emo kid here should go?" she suggested. "I mean, he doesn't even want to be here."
"Naw, I'd rather vote off someone whines more than an emo," Yoshi snarled, glaring at Zachary.
Mandy sighed as she twirled her dagger in one hand, stabbing her inedible dinner from time to time. "We should think to vote off someone who's weak, in case we get paired up with them."
"No, that's wrong," Valerie said, earning a glare from Mandy. "You want to eliminate someone who's going to do really well, to ensure that they cannot beat you."
"What, you mean like someone who competes well?" Sandra asked, blowing a bubble.
"Yes, someone who could win this whole thing."
Alfred looked nervously at Yoshi. "Hey wait, you know, Yoshi is an awesome swordsman, but we shouldn't vote him off on the first day! That's not... right!"
"I wasn't thinking of him," Valerie said.
"Well, not Carol! I mean, she's still in a brainwashed daze! Or did you mean Daisy? C'mon, she may have thrown that challenge with Tyler, but she meant well-"
"Not either of them," Valerie snapped, then pointed at Alfred. "I meant you!!"
"Me?"
"Him?" Mandy asked, looking confused. "Why him?"
"Didn't any of you watch the last the last two seasons? Who won the first season? A wild and daring guy. Who won the second season? A crazy and energetic girl.
"So who here, fitting the pattern, would be the biggest danger to us?" Valerie smiled unpleasantly at Alfred. "You. You need to go first."
"W-w-w-wait," he stammered.
"Didn't you ever see those polls they held before the show started?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "I mean, out of all those that we got a preview of at the end of the last season, you did rather pitiful; last place, I think. No one cares about you." [1]
"I agree with her," Zachary said. "You're already annoying, with all that unwanted energy and loud voice. All Americans are like that, so I've heard."
"Yeah, who wants a loud daredevil on their team?" Colin agreed. "You could get us all killed."
"Wait one Goddamn minute," Daisy shouted, glaring at Colin. "I'm not voting for a nice guy like Alfred when a jerk like you is still in this game."
"You guys are going to need Colin," Zachary said. "He's tough enough to out last a lot of these challenges."
"He wasn't that tough against Duncan," Clive whimpered into his food.
"Shut up, emo boy," Colin snarled.
Sandra snapped her gum loud enough to catch everyone's attention. "Look, Valerie is right. We should vote off Alfred because he's the biggest threat. Plus, the less stupid boys in the game, the less likely that immunity-winning whore can win."
Silence spread across the loser's table. Yoshi was the first to speak. "Am I to assume," he said through clenched teeth, making it hard to understand him, "that the 'whore' you are referring to is Anita?"
"Heck yeah, she's a big-time whore," Sandra said, snapping her gum again. "Just look at her."
Daisy's eye was beginning to twitch. "Why you insufferable, evil little-"
"Look, there's no debating this," the redheaded popular girl continued. "You either vote for Alfred, or you're doomed. We have some of the most powerful members here because that slut picked the wrong people.
"Though I can certainly see why she didn't pick some of you," she continued, looking directly at Mandy, "it'll be her downfall. We take her out as soon as possible, and that way, she cannot win this just because she has a couple watermelons."
"But I like watermelons," Howard muttered.
"Save it," Sandra remarked, rolling her eyes. "You wouldn't have a chance with her anyway. But you'd better vote for Alfred, Howard, if you know what's good for you."
"Are you threatening him?" Yoshi snarled.
"Indeed I am. In case none of you know, I'm incredibly good at gossip. One step out of Valerie and my plan, and you, Howard, won't have a chance even with the most pitiful girl in this contest.
"You, Yoshi, your life can be quite miserable too if you don't do as we say," Sandra continued. "Goes for the rest of you, really. Carol, Daisy, Mandy, and even you, Clive!"
"How can you threaten an emo kid with popularity?" Zachary asked.
"I know he doesn't care," Sandra said with a shrug, "but one thing we can offer him is protection. He helps us vote Alfred off, we ensure he doesn't get booted off too soon."
"Or first," Colin said with a laugh. "He would so go first if Alfred wasn't going to go."
Alfred was stunned, and starting to hyperventilate. Daisy rubbed his back to try and calm him down, and she glared at Sandra. "You can't control us," she snarled.
"Oh, but I can," she replied with a very condescending grin. "This challenge's results are in the bag, seeing that Valerie, Colin, Zachary, and myself all agree on this. And if you dummies know what is good for you, you'll vote Alfred off.
"Or else," she added, and snapped her gum.
(Janitor's Closet - This looks bad.)
Anita - "I overheard what Sandra called me at dinner that night. It's no big deal, I've heard people call me that since I was fourteen." \She shrugs, then glares at the camera.\ "What really makes me mad is that she's threatening the others."
Katie & Sadie - Sadie - "That was scary, right?"
Katie - "Oh, totally scary."
Sadie - "Still, I guess it's too bad. No hope for Alfred at this rate."
Katie - "Yep, none at all."
Gwen - \Her eyes have dangerously narrowed.\ "Revolting. That Sandra girl is absolutely revolting."
Justin - "Harsh, but I cannot say I completely disagree. Americans are a little... annoying, you know? At least some of them can be, don't want to profile too much!"
Joel - \with a deadpan stare at the camera\ "Does this mean Colin's not getting voted off? Oh, son of a bi-"
(The Voting Ceremony)
The crowd was still jam-packed, roaring in anticipation. Forty-four folding chairs had been set out on the platform, with every one filled with a contestant's seat. Chris stood at a pedestal in front of them all, wearing a very expensive looking white suit. Chef Hatchet stood next to him, wearing his very inexpensive apron.
"Welcome to tonight, the first Trophy Ceremony ever!" Chris exclaimed, and the audience burst into cheers again.
"How do," he said, continuing to hype it up, "the contestants feel?"
Most of the contestants let out wild cheers and roaring battle cries, but one in particular looked devastated. "You... you mean," Owen stammered, "you're not holding out marshmallows anymore?"
"Nope, Owen! We got trophies!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"You just had pie and cake, tubbo," Chef shouted. "Man, you are hard to please!"
"He kept stealing Sakaki's too," Izzy chimed in, patting Sakaki on the back. "Don't worry, Izzy likes Sakaki, she'll make sure he won't do it again!"
"That's nice," Chris said, with a shrug. "Now, see this unique trophy here?"
He held up a glistening, small gold trophy. It was shaped like a cup, and with a large number one on the front of it.
"This trophy is unique, symbolizing that you survived the first challenge," Chris said, twiddling the small cup in his fingers. "That's what the number one stands for!"
"So you're handing out a trophy that has number one on it to symbolize that we didn't come in last place?" Noah asked, and he rolled his eyes. "Oh boy, that's just so wrong, I cannot think of a proper comparison for its patheticness."
"Be nice," Katie told him, elbowing him playfully.
"No, I agree with Noah there," Gwen remarked. "Chris needs to have an imagination upgrade, because if it doesn't involve hurting people, he has no enthusiasm."
"There are only forty-three of these trophies made," the host carried on, unabashed. "That means only forty-three of you are staying in this contest tonight. Only forty-three of you get one of these unique trophies, and carry on to win more of the unique trophies, but also have a shot at winning the five million dollars!
"And if you don't win this trophy of safety, you're taking the Bus of Defeat!"
He pointed to the opening in the stadium wall, where a very beat-up bus came trudging through. Smoke billowed from its tailpipe, and the sides were covered in rust and scratches. The door opened up next to the platform, and the driver was none other than Groucho the Duck at the wheel, and the Raccoon at the pedals.
"That's the best we can do for our driver?" Chris asked Chef.
"They were the only ones sober tonight, boss."
"Okay then! Let's hand out the trophy to today's winners of the contest and the winners of immunity!"
He started calling out the names of said contestants. Every one had a large amount of people cheering for them, and they all, even Noah and Gwen, looked very happy about receiving one. Soon, it was down to the eleven who neither won or were granted immunity.
Anita was looking at Alfred in desperation. The gonzo boy wasn't looking very enthusiastic right now; in fact, he looked pale and frightened. Daisy was holding his hand as if it was the last thing to keep him from losing it.
Colin sat nearby Alfred, grinning cruelly at him. Sandra lazily snapped her gum. Carol was impatiently tapping her foot, while Mandy nervously twiddled her thumbs. The rest of the losers didn't seem that much concerned, but were all staring anxiously at Chris.
"Okay then, let's see which of you eleven losers is the biggest loser of them all," Chris said. "Now the first trophy goes to..."
He stopped, then looked among those seated. "Wait, where's Clive? Where'd he go?" he asked.
Chef tugged on Chris's sleeve and pointed at the Bus of Defeat. Clive was currently boarding the vehicle with his head hanging miserably.
"No! No no no, emo boy! Get back here," Chris called out, running over and pulling the pale faced kid off of the bus's steps.
"What? Do you want to humiliate me too?" Clive snapped bitterly. "Go ahead, I actually was trying to avoid that, but misery, I guess, is inevitable-"
"You're safe for tonight," the host said as he forced the gold trophy into Clive's hands. The emo stared at it like if he had never seen anything like it.
"R-really?"
"Yes, you weren't voted off first! Now go stand with the winners!"
He rudely shoved Clive towards said winners, and the startled emo was caught by Trent and Belinda. "I knew you wouldn't be first," Belinda said to him, noting his very surprised expression.
"You gotta believe, dude," Trent added.
"Okay, for the rest of you," Chris said to the other ten, "who don't automatically think you've lost it all, come up here and get your trophy! Next is...
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"Yoshi." The warrior teen sighed in relief, and took his trophy in stride.
"Howard." He cheered loudly before claiming his prize. Belinda offered him a high-five and smile, but nothing more.
"Valerie." She smiles and calmly takes her reward.
"Zachary." He shrugs nonchalantly, then swipes the trophy with gusto.
"Colin." He grins wickedly, and ignores the boos from many of the other contestants.
"Daisy." She smiles, then gives Alfred a kiss on the cheek for reassurance before going to claim her golden prize.
"Mandy." The cultist girl grins wickedly, then holds her trophy high in the air in celebration.
"Carol." She lets out a big 'woot' of joy and dances a little after grabbing her trophy.
Chris grinned sadistically. "Okay then! That leaves you two! Sandra, Alfred, do you know who has been voted off Total Drama Battlegrounds first?"
Sandra's reply was to glance at Alfred, and snap her gum mockingly. Alfred flinched, and nervously twiddled her fingers as he stared at Chris hopefully.
"Well, as much as I'd like to tell you, I think there's someone else who can tell you better who deserves to be voted off! And that is... the people who voted for you!"
A gigantic TV box rose up from underneath the stadium ground, with four wide sides so that everyone in the audience could see it. The four screens crackled for a second, then the recordings of the votings for the first ceremony were broadcasted.
(Janitor's Closet - We're on TV!)
Valerie - "Regardless of Sandra's rather... tasteless way of driving the point through, she's very right; mostly because she's agreeing with me, but I digress. I vote for Alfred."
Carol - \still brainwashed-drone like\ "Vote for Alfred... vote for Alfred..." \She shakes her head suddenly and looks around.\ "Hey, how'd I get here? What's going on?"
Alfred - "Be voted off first? No no no, I couldn't stand that! Watching everyone have a ton of fun and do wild challenges, not get to meet the cute girls and cool guys here! I don't want to go first!" \He almost loses it, but manages to calm down.\ "I, um, vote for that Sandra girl, because she's really mean."
Daisy - \furious\ "I didn't come here to be bossed around by some skinny-ass, gum-snapping, rumor-spreading, hot pants-wearing, Paris Hilton-wannabe! I'm voting for Sandra!"
Yoshi - "I like Alfred, to be honest. And while I detest Zachary and Colin, I think it would be poetic justice to vote off Sandra after what she said. I don't like her."
Sandra - \She stares at the camera, then snaps her gum.\ "Alfred."
Colin - "Of course I'm voting for Alfred. And if he doesn't get voted off..." \he cracks his knuckles\ "I'll make him wish he had been."
Zachary - "Alfred needs to go. Who wants another hyperactive white boy?"
Howard - "As much as it kills me to vote off a hot chick, I think I gotta vote for Sandra. I mean, Alfred is a potential wing man for me!"
Mandy - "Sandra's such scum, she isn't even worthy of being a sacrifice to the Old Gods; she is, however, worthy of my vote, so I vote her off! I hope this works, that Alfred guy is kind of cute."
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The screens went to static again, and then the focus was back on Chris, who shrugged at the apprehension.
"It took Clive forty-five minutes to actually say something," Chris said, "and that was about how he knew he'd be voted off first. After about another ten minutes, he finally cast his vote."
"But who did he vote for?!" Sandra shouted, now looking worried herself.
"Oh, I'll tell you," the host said, holding the last trophy in his hand. "And boy oh boy, is it ever a doozy!
"Because tonight, the final trophy goes to..."
He looked in-between Sandra and Alfred. She was chewing her gum like a mad woman, and he was gripping his hat, trembling fervently in anticipation.
When she snapped her gum, he let out a startled yelp. Alfred's anticipation was so great, he looked ready to throw up. She began to blow a large bubble out of her gum, a bead of sweat running down her forehead.
"The last winner of tonight, and the one to continue participation in Total Drama Battlegrounds, is...
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"Alfred."
The gonzo boy was so sick with anticipation, he didn't react at first. Only the snapping of Sandra's gum bubble, that coated her startled face in it, brought him to his senses.
"I... I won?" he whispered. Then a wild grin spread across his face, and he shouted, "I WON! WAHOO!"
Leaping through the air, he glomp-tackled Chris, knocking the host down on the floor. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Argh, get off me, man," the host shouted. "This is a three thousand dollar suit, c'mon!!"
Alfred was so excited he didn't hear. He scooped up his trophy and leapt to his feet, continuing to leap in ecstatic glee. It was only when Daisy seized him in a tight hug that he stopped jumping. Soon after her hug, Howard, Carol, and Owen hugged him too.
"And that's the final call," Chris said as he stood up, his suit dirty and his hair ruined. "Sandra, please get on the Bus of Defeat now. Toodles."
Sandra was frozen, her gum still splattered all over her face. She finally broke out of it when her face curled into a vicious snarl, and her eyes locked first on Alfred, then Anita, then all those that voted for her, and finally on Chris Maclean.
"I'm gonna sue you," she hissed. "All of you! You regret the day you crossed me, I swear it!"
"Yeah yeah, heard it before," Chris muttered, then looked at Chef. The big guy silently went over to Sandra, and started pushing her towards the bus. The popular girl was shrieking like a banshee, her threats barely muffled when the bus doors shut after her. The bus drove off, Sandra's screaming face in the back window.
(Janitor's Closet - Awesome.)
Leshawna - "Well. That ended well, didn't it?"
(Room 1 - Alfred, Anita, Arthur, Belinda)
Alfred was lying down in his bed, wide-awake. He looked like he'd never go to sleep, at least not tonight.
"That was rather rough on you, wasn't it?" Anita asked him, looking apologetic. "I am so sorry, I completely forgot you were my roommate, and-"
"It's all good," he said, smiling at her. "I'm still here, aren't I?"
"Yep," Anita said, straightening out her nightgown. "Well, you get some sleep, hon. Something tells me we're in for a lot more trouble in times ahead."
"You can count on that," Belinda said, flipping through the pages of a book she was reading in the top bunk. "And I would have told you that you were going to make it, Alfred. I just didn't want to get your hopes too far up, because there was one person I didn't fully trust to make the right call... but now I do."
Arthur came into the room, wearing an undershirt and boxers. He took a look at Anita in her black nightgown, and Belinda in her yellow nightgown, and excused himself very quickly.
(Janitor's Closet - Something more to say?)
Arthur - \darting into the closet for a quick confession\ "Oh ho ho, score, they're both wearing nighties! I am such a lucky guy, I love this contest! Still, competition-wise, I think it would have been better if Alfred had gone... but ah well."
(Room 2 - Beth, Bridgette, Carol, Clive)
"Well, aside from that movie, I had an awesome first day," Carol cheered. "I knew I'd love it here!"
She exchanged a high-five with Beth, hurting the farm girl's hand. Bridgette tried to avoid high-fiving her too, just smiling at the energetic officer. As Beth shook off the pain, Clive approached their room.
"Hey, you made it through the first day, Clive," Carol shouted, thumping him on the back and almost knocking him over. "Guess you were wrong huh?"
Clive sighed and shrugged. "Always tomorrow. Just because I'm not the first doesn't mean I'll endure for the next few challenges."
He sulked into the room. Beth and Carol exchanged glances. "How about I hold him down," Carol suggested, "and you tickle him?"
Beth couldn't help but grin, and the two girls bolted into their room after Clive. Bridgette shook her head and decided to wait until this blew over before she entered.
Before she could head over to the cafeteria, she saw Ezekiel and Heather outside her room. The two shared a kiss, then Heather went into her room, him waving good-bye. The rush of emotions and conflicts all came back to her, seeing him with her. She sighed mentally, knowing this was a battle that she shouldn't get involved in.
Ezekiel was walking by her as she was lost in thought, and she almost didn't catch him saying hello. She snapped out of her daze and headed towards him.
"Hey Zeke, where are you going?" she asked. "Isn't your room back there?"
"Well, I'm gonna get something to drink, eh. I'm a little too energized to go to sleep right now, eh."
"May I join you? I was thinking of getting some tea."
"Sure, eh."
As they walked to the cafeteria, Bridgette said to him, "I just want to spend time with all of my friends before this contest really picks up, you know? Get to talk to them before anything bad happens."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Geoff was voted off very early in during TDC. I don't want something like that to happen again," Bridgette admitted. "I want to spend time with Geoff, Gwen, Harold, you, all my friends, before, I dunno, I get voted off or something."
"People vote you off? C'mon Bridgette, people love you, eh."
"I still won last season, Zeke. Most people don't believe in someone winning two seasons in a row."
"I think it's okay. I mean, if you win, you'll be donating 2.5 million dollars to charity, eh. That's enough to save a rain forest!"
She laughed. "The Bridgette Rain Forest. That doesn't sound too bad."
(Janitor's Closet - Something more to say?)
Ezekiel - "Bridgette's the sweetest girl I knoo', eh. I mean, I'm in love with Heather, I doo'nt deny that, and Izzy is a close friend. But neither of them can match how nice Bridgette is. I'm so glad we became friends after the disaster that was Total Dray'ma Island, eh."
Bridgette - \sipping from a tea mug\ "I've always been close to my friends, close to my mom. So I want to spend as much time with them as I can, in case the tournament goes haywire fast. Ezekiel's one of my closest friends after TDC, and I want to catch up on things since we haven't seen each other in half a year."
Geoff - "Duncan once asked me if I was comfortable with how the Zeke spent a lot of time with Bridgette. I am, actually, because they're friends. Guys and gals can be friends, and I know who Bridgi loves making out with." \He winks at the camera.\
(Room 3 - Cody, Colin, Courtney, Crystal)
"So, looks like both Anita and Eva are after your heart, Cody," Crystal said after she was dressed for bed. "You lucky boy, you."
Cody chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I dunno."
"You should spend time with both of them, if you're lucky enough to be on the same team as them," Courtney suggested. "Don't jump into either too soon, and you don't have to pick either. There are more fish in the sea."
"Hey, I'm the matchmaker," Crystal remarked, chuckling. Then she sighed and leaned against the wall her bed was set against. "This is nice and all, guys, but do any of you have a taser or something?"
"What? Why?" Cody asked, then he remembered who their fourth roommate was. "Oh."
The door opened, and they held their breath. All three were surprised to see it was Duncan.
"What are you doing here?" Courtney exclaimed.
"Well, princess, I wanted to let you know that I didn't like the idea of that creep Colin being in the same room as you," Duncan said, looking at his fingers and then smirked proudly. "So I locked him in a janitor's closet."
"Whoa, in the confessional?" Crystal asked.
"No, another one. I hope that's okay," Duncan replied. "Hope he enjoys using a mop as a pillow. "So, since you have a bed over Courtney available, can I use it?"
The CIT had to shove Duncan out, blushing hard especially since Crystal was roaring with laughter.
(Janitor's Closet - We're very glad Colin isn't in this one either.)
Crystal - "Wow, I have much more respect for Duncan now. Regardless of that little bit of sexual innuendo at the end." \She giggles.\ "I have to admit, bad boys are really cool, you know?"
(Room 4 - Daisy, DJ, Duncan, Eva)
Duncan walked into his room with a disappointed look on his face. "Didn't work out as well as I hoped."
"Dork," Eva grumbled.
"Hey, if you want someone, you gotta seize the moment," the punk said, grinning mischievously. "That's why you, Eva, should go after Cody as quick as you can."
"I am seriously not talking to you about my dating life."
"Then you are interested in dating him!"
He had to duck to avoid being hit by a thrown suitcase. Daisy laughed from the top bunk.
"Tough girls do do the courting," she said, leaning over to look at Eva. "Take it from me. It's best to ask the guy out!"
"Guys, don't pressure Eva or anything," DJ spoke up, waving his hands. "I mean, she can take this at any pace she wants."
"Thank you, DJ," Eva exclaimed. She didn't like how she was only getting support from someone who was cuddling a teddy bear. Still, him supporting her in that way gave her some solace.
(Janitor's Closet - No teddy bears here. Darn.)
Eva - "Look, I'm in this contest to win! Do you hear me? WIN! I'm not here to suck face on TV, or hold hands and smile, or cradle someone in their arms and tell them that they're the most wonderful person on this planet..."
\She stops, then scowls.\ "Don't judge me."
(Room 5 - Ezekiel, Geoff, Gwen, Hannah)
Hannah was at the side of her bed, silently praying. Geoff was lying in bed, starting up at the ceiling. Gwen, in her black nightgown, walked in and looked around.
"Where's Home School?" she asked.
"Oh, he's out to get something to drink. Told us not to wait up for him," Geoff said.
Gwen shrugged, then walked over to the girls' side bed. She watched Hannah for a few seconds, then smirked. "Praying to God for help in this contest."
"Oh, I wouldn't ask him for something like that, it must be earned on my own," Hannah said, looking up at Gwen with a smile. "I am praying for the safety of all those participating in the contest, especially Rodney, since he is so little."
"Ah well, that's nice," Gwen, a little ashamed now, muttered. "I'm sure we'll all be fine, though; the challenges have been nothing, but it's the other people I'm worried about."
"Show is called Total Drama for a reason, Gwen," Geoff said with a laugh. "Who knows? Maybe some couples will break up, that'd be tragic, wouldn't it?"
Gwen sighed as she climbed up her side of the bunk bed. "Well, that better not happen. Heather might try something between Trent and I, maybe even Chris will. But it won't work."
"You should try to forgive Heather over time," Hannah suggested. "After all, one of mankind's greatest characteristics is forgiving."
"I'll try being nice to her when she stops addressing me as Weird Goth Girl, and apologizes for all the crap she put me through. And to Trent, and Cody, and Lindsay."
"Cha, Heather needs to be nice back," Geoff said. "Shame that a hot girl like her has so much rage in her cage."
The silence that followed weirded him out, and he noticed both Gwen and Hannah were staring at him. "You think she's hot?" Gwen asked.
"Eww," added Hannah.
(Janitor's Closet - To err is closet?)
Hannah - "Heather does deserve a second chance, I mean that. When we heard Sandra talk, I hope that she got a good, long listen to Sandra's choice of words. Because that kind of malice is why we like to keep Heather at arm's length. Though I am willing for her to redeem herself.
"And it's mostly because Ezekiel is such a sweetheart. You ever wonder why nice guys fall for bitter girls? That's something I'll have to ask God when I finally meet Him." \She giggles and smiles at the camera.\
(Room 6 - Harold, Heather, Howard, Izzy)
Heather was checking her bed rather thoroughly, so much that it caught Harold's attention. "Did you lose something?" he asked.
"I'm checking for traps that Crazy Girl might have planted," she replied. "I'm sure she'd do that too. Or you."
"I'm above petty traps," Harold scoffed.
Heather scoffed right back, and then when she was done inspecting her bed, she sat in it. Izzy and Howard, wearing the night clothing, entered then, and Heather glared right at the redhead.
"You'd better not try to do anything to me at night," she snapped at her.
"Oh, thanks for the idea! I'll have to get some honey."
"I'm serious! If I wake up with anything on me, I'll make you regret it, Crazy Girl!"
Izzy blew one of her orange locks away from her face. "So tell me again why my Zeke is dating you."
"Don't call him that. You stay away from him."
"Oh, now I'm to take your orders on not even getting near my friend?" Izzy was starting to smirk wickedly now. "I don't obey restraining orders, why would I obey you?"
"Hey you two," Harold snapped, glaring at both girls, "I want to sleep, gosh! Can you fight tomorrow morning?"
The two girls exchanged a look and shrugged. "Whatever," Heather mumbled.
"She's just jealous I already have a good friend," Izzy said. "Oh that reminds me, if someone here gets voted off, can Mandy sleep over here?"
"I don't mind at all," Howard said, an incorrigible grin on his face.
(Janitor's Closet - I wonder why Howard doesn't mind more girls in his room?)
Heather - \She sighs and shakes her head.\ "Look, I know anyone who watches me thinks I'm not trying, but I really am. You see, it's just how I am: if you don't start the fight, people will begin it and they will win because you were weak. Izzy pushes my wrong buttons, so I snap at her.
"I really don't think she'd try to steal Ezekiel from me... but who can tell with her?!"
(Room 7 - Jasmine, Joel, Justin, Katie)
"It's actually a bit upsetting to me that Sandra is gone," Jasmine was saying to Katie, "because she might have been really good."
"Oh, I don't," Katie said. "She was really mean. And the less mean people we have, the better."
"I, like, so agree there. I guess it's just hindsight, wondering how the person voted off first would have been."
"No one wants to be first, but she, ugh, yuck and bleah, you know?"
"Ugh, yuck, and bleah," Jasmine repeated, giggling. Then she posed and said each word again with gusto. "Sounds like something Elizabeth would say in a modern day Pride and Prejudice."
"Oh, that'd be, like, so cool!"
The two girls had been going on for some time. Joel and Justin were both praying the girls would run out of banter, but they hadn't. The inventor offered earplugs to the model, who had to lift one of the cucumbers from his ears.
"Thanks, man," he said as he took the earplugs. "Was about ready to shove these cucumbers in my ears."
"Hey," both Jasmine and Katie whined.
Justin flinched, and then muttered, "Um... sorry, girls." He offered a grin, which made both of them giggle.
"Justin, you have an agent, right?" Jasmine asked.
"Yes."
"Do you think he can hook me up? Please please, pretty pretty please!"
"I'll see what I can do."
(Janitor's Closet - Mmmm, cucumbers.)
Beth - "Justin has to be nice if he wants to be my boyfriend. We visited each other a few times during the break between the seasons, and boy, he's not a country person, I'll tell you that! He did not like working on my family's farm at first! Still, he's working on it."
(Room 8 - Leshawna, Lindsay, Mandy, Noah)
"No, Lindsay, we don't have any running water in the room."
"Aw c'mon, it's really been helping me sleep! It relaxes me."
"Well, it makes me have to pee, so no running water!"
"Please? Please please please please!"
Leshawna tried to ignore Lindsay, but now the blond was clinging to her leg. She had to pull her across the ground as she continued to chant, "Please!"
"Will you keep it down?" Mandy demanded, sitting up in bed. "I wanna sleep."
"Oh, do cultists sleep?" Leshawna remarked.
"We do, of course, because if the Old Gods slumber, so should we."
Leshawna started to reply, then she heard a squeaking sound from Mandy's sheets. One of the cultist girl's rats climbed out and up Mandy's chest, hiding behind her neck.
"Oh no no no no no," Leshawna shouted as Lindsay screamed and jumped into her arms, "you ain't gonna sleep with rats in your bed!"
"It's only Famine! He was acting kind of funny, and it calms him down if he sleeps in the same bed as me!"
"But what if he decides to sleep with one of us while we sleep? You keep those rats in their cage!"
"Eww, I think it's looking at me," Lindsay wailed.
Leshawna and Mandy continued to shout at each other, as Lindsay wailed and shivered in Leshawna's arms. Noah, wearing his night clothes, walked into the room. He listened to about five seconds of the argument about rats, and quickly left the room.
(Room 9 - Owen, Rodney, Sadie, Sakaki)
Sadie, missing Katie something fierce, tried to talk to Sakaki; however, the shy girl was hard to talk to, because she kept her answers very short and stammered a lot. Owen was pacing back and forth anxiously, as if waiting for something, while Rodney was sitting in his bed; his army helmet hung nearby his bed.
"God bless mommy, and daddy," Rodney was saying, "and watch over Sandra, wherever she went; Lord, please be nice to her, even though she isn't very nice back to us."
Sadie and Sakaki were preparing for bed when finally, Owen's pacing got to them. "Why do you keep walking around?" Sadie asked, frowning at the big guy.
"I... was kind of wondering that too," Sakaki said quietly.
"I just cannot go to sleep," Owen whined. "I mean, I was voted off first last season, but I really don't want to happen again! Now I'm not the first, but I could be second! And if that happens, I won't get pie and cake!"
"You shouldn't worry too much," Sadie said. "I mean, a lot of people like you."
"But I want to keep eating pie! And cake! Oh, and sorry for taking most of yours, Sakaki."
Sakaki didn't answer, she just blushed and curled up in her bed. Rodney, done with his prayers, got up and walked over to Owen. "I'll help you go to sleep, if you want."
"You?" Owen asked, then laughed. "Shouldn't I be the one tucking you in?"
"I usually put myself to bed, and I really thought I'd be nervous here, but I'm okay," he admitted. "Owen, you really seem tense, like my siblings before a big test. Here..."
Rodney took Owen's hand, and led the big guy up to his bed. As the child pulled the covers over Owen, he held up a book and said, "This is one of my favorite stories. I really hope it'll help put you to sleep; works on Dad when he cannot."
Reading Shakespeare to Owen, Rodney put the big guy to sleep in ten minutes. Smiling at the snoring teenager, the kid slid down the ladder and crawled into his own bunk. He sat up, continuing to read the book to himself.
(Janitor's Closet - Get thee to a janitor's closet!)
Rodney - "Dad and my brother say that Shakespeare writes good lullabies." \He chuckles.\ "I don't know what they mean by that, maybe they're referring to the sonnets. Or the comedies, I dunno."
Sakaki - "Isn't Rodney just the cutest thing? And he tucks in his siblings? Wow. I guess he is a prodigy!"
(Room 10 - Sebastian, Trent, Tyler)
"To Sandra being voted off!"
"Yay!"
"Hear hear!"
The three boys clinked their glasses and cheered wildly. They were scarfing down pizza (Trent had ordered) and drinking soda. Exchanging jokes and laughs, the three were in a great, collective mood.
"Well, time to turn this place into a bachelor pad," Sebastian said.
"Yeah, we're going to have to trash this place good," Tyler agreed, cheering.
"Now guys," Trent said, "just because we're three guys living alone doesn't mean we have to live like pigs."
"Sorry, but it's inevitable," Sebastian apologized, taking a swig of his soda. "If I live in a room for a couple days, it will be a mess. I don't know how it happens either."
"I'm worse than you, I'll bet," Tyler shouted, grinning madly. "My room's such a mess, I cannot walk through it!"
Trent sighed, then shrugged and smiled. "Well, here's to being able to walk in our room while we can!"
"To walking," Sebastian and Trent declared.
(Janitor's Closet - To confessions!)
Trent - "I keep my room rather clean, and I am proud of that. I don't believe that stereotype that men are unable to keep a room clean. I'm sure if we try, we can keep the room neat."
Sebastian - \with a deadpan smile\ "After about a week in the same room as me, I wouldn't be surprised if Chef's barely sentient food would crawl in our room and die from the smell. Tyler's betting on four days, but I'm optimistic."
(Room 11 - Valerie, Xander, Yoshi, Zachary)
"I called the top bunk before the challenge, if you recall," Yoshi said to Zachary, glaring at him. "I don't see why you're putting up a fuss over thi-"
"I don't want you thinking you are above me," Zachary shouted. "That's the kind of crap I hate from white people like you!"
"For the last time, I'm not white!"
"You as white as sour cream!"
Yoshi's eye squinted in rage, and he lunged at Zachary. Knocking them both to the ground, they wrestled and argued more. Xander and Valerie sighed as they watched.
"Let's just hope they don't break any furniture," Valerie grumbled.
"Just their necks, that'd be fine," the biker joked. He chuckled and turned to her. "So, which bunk do you want?"
"Oh, I don't mind you being on top," she said, coyly batting at her bangs.
He chuckled. "Tempting," he said, speaking over the fighting of Yoshi and Zachary, "but I never sleep with a girl on the first challenge."
(Janitor's Closet - Good dating philosophy.)
Xander - "I didn't think Valerie was the flirty type. Maybe she's just feeling rebellious since she's away from family, peers, and those she has to govern. Sweet. Though she wears a little too much pink, and she tried to get Alfred voted off. He's a cool frood, him and Anita. I'd like to..."
\He stops, hearing something nearby. He turns around and cries out in shock as Noah sits up in a cot in the corner of the Janitor's Closest.\
Noah - "Look, do you mind? I'm trying to sleep here for tonight, do you have to make confessions this late? Talk about your dating prospects another night, jeez!"
Xander - \He blinks, then turns to the camera and whispers.\ "He's got a room with three chicks, and he wants to sleep in here? Man, maybe my sister's right about his sexual preferences."
Noah - "I heard that!"
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Votes:
Valerie - Alfred
Carol - Alfred (accident)
Alfred - Sandra
Daisy - Sandra
Yoshi - Sandra
Sandra - Alfred
Colin - Alfred
Zachary - Alfred
Howard - Sandra
Mandy - Sandra
Clive - Sandra
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Sandra - 6
Alfred - 5
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Voted Off List - Sandra.
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[1] - Alfred had the least amount of votes in the poll I had a couple months back, asking people who they were most interested out of of the rookies. Right before I stopped the poll, he got a couple more votes and pulled ahead of Colin.
I'd also like to point out that I won't be opening and closing every challenge with a look into every room; I'll limit myself from now on.
Also also, I make NO apologies to Disaster Movie. You want to know how bad it is? As Korey from Spill says, "They have the nerve, they have the audacity, to sit up there, and put 'Written By' in the credits." In my own words, a movie that explains every bad joke to you as if you cannot get it yourself is pure torture.
Next Up: Divided into numerous teams, it's time for a drive!
