(AN: I sed STOP FLAMIN U PREPZ! Nah, seriously, seems things are pretty civil around here! I'm glad for that. Also, hopefully this chapter pushes the fic past 30k words :D Here's to lucky number 7!)
Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island, the two teams had to get out of the scary Camp Wawanakwa woods. The Gophers had some strong leadership, thanks to Trent, and they finished their trek by day two! The Bass started splintering, what with Duncan and Tyler's rivalry, Eva's manipulation, and Katie and Sadie screwing with her plan! In the end, Tyler was gone, and Duncan lives on for another week. How low will the delinquent stoop this time? Will Ben ever find out about his missing hearing aid? Find out on Total...Drama...Island!
*cue the theme song*
Episode 7: Phobia Factor
As morning rose on Camp Wawanakwa after last night's elimination, Ben was seen walking towards the communal washrooms, armed with some towels, shampoo, and a bar of soap.
Man, maybe I can get a decent shower for once, he thought to himself, before walking in and choosing a shower partition. Fortunately, the washrooms were empty, so Ben didn't need to worry about privacy invasion as he started the shower.
Meanwhile, Bridgette, who had also gotten up early, walked into the communal washrooms to start her early morning routine. As she headed for a restroom stall, she heard the shower running, and noticed Ben's rather conspicuous pony shirt hung outside his shower stall.
Bridgette knew about how these sorts of washrooms worked and yelled out. "Ben! I'm going to the restroom! I won't flush, since I'm sure that shower's going to get really hot!"
A thumbs up was the only response from the shower stall, and she resumed what she was about to do.
Ben, meanwhile, was starting to shampoo his hair, the suds were getting into his eyes. He was just about to rinse his eyes under the water when-
FLUSH!
The shower heated, just as predicted. Ben hollered and ran out the door, not finding the time to throw a towel around himself.
As he ran out, he didn't notice that a Polaroid camera was facing him, until...
Click!
Ben ran out the communal washrooms screaming to high heaven, making the birds fly off of their tree perches.
"DANG, BRIDGETTE! Ugh, you said you wouldn't flush!"
Meanwhile, in the stall with the Polaroid camera, a certain delinquent was sitting on the toilet seat, looking at the developing film...
"Oh, man, this is gold!"
Duncan: Oh, geez, Ben, you're so...small! Ahahahaha! Oh, this picture is too good! Oh man, he's gonna be mad at Bridgette!
Duncan fled from his stall before Bridgette had finished up her own business, not wanting to stay around for the drama that was to unfold. He then tacked on the fully developed photo near the door of the outhouse.
Meanwhile, Ben, now noticing where he was and what he was doing, ran to the cabins to find a towel. He rooted through his bag, found a towel, and wrapped it around what little dignity he had left.
He then heard a buzzing and a rather crackly announcement from outside:
"Attention, campers! Please go to the communal washrooms!"
It certainly wasn't Chris. Ben hid under the bed as the other 5 Bass yawned, awoke, and followed the mysterious voice's instructions. Ben gulped at what was about to happen.
His answer was soon discovered as he ran back down to the washrooms. There were all the other campers, save Bridgette and Duncan, pointing and laughing at the picture that was posted there.
Ben gaped as he saw a picture of him, fully nude, with everything on display, look back at him with a similar expression.
Amidst all the laughing, Duncan returned from the announcing booth, where he had managed to pick its lock and hijack the feed.
"Nice photo, teeny!" he said, elbowing Ben in the stomach.
Ben sank to the ground, his mental processes pretty much null.
A hand appeared from the washroom door and dragged him in, then he heard a voice through his mental blank:
"Ben, finish your shower, then we'll talk."
The teen nodded blankly, then went back in the shower, finishing his shampooing. He then put his clothes back on, and finally exited. Putting his glasses back on, he saw Bridgette leaning against the sink.
"Bridgette, how could you?" he gasped. "You said you wouldn't do that! And you went and humiliated me-"
A slap in the face righted himself immediately. Bridgette glared.
"I said I didn't, and I didn't! Someone else must have, obviously, how else do you think there would be laughter going on? Based on that announcement, I have an idea..." she mused.
With that, she slammed the door open. "You wait here," she told Ben, who hastily obliged. "Someone's going to pay."
As she got out of the communal washrooms, she looked at what some of the campers were chuckling at (save for Gwen, Ezekiel, Noah, Trent, Owen, DJ, and Eva, who had all left at this point, disgusted). Bridgette finally saw the person she was looking for; she stormed over to him and put a rough hand around his neck.
Ben squeaked in fear as Duncan was thrown against the shower stall, followed by an exceedingly angry Bridgette, holding the incriminating evidence.
"Alright, Duncan," she snapped at him. "You think you can get your kicks, huh? First Harold, then Tyler, now Ben? You can't be serious if you think you'll be staying on any longer here."
Duncan laughed derisively as he massaged his neck. "Oh, please, Bridgette, a guy can't have any fun around here, can he? Seriously, there's nothing fun to do here at camp! Guy's gotta get his kicks somehow."
He was greeted by the most terrifying voice he had ever heard. "Well, Duncan, I guess you won't be laughing once your sorry butt gets on the Boat of Losers, huh? Why don't you apologize to this victim here, and maybe we'll reconsider."
Duncan murmured a very hasty sorry to Ben, then quickly scrambled out of the washrooms. At this point, Ben was holding his legs very close to his body with his arms wrapped around them, gently rocking back and forth, his face in abject terror.
Bridgette gently put an arm on his shoulder, with her other hand crumpling up the photograph and tossing it aside. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.
"Hey Ben, want to learn how to surf?"
Bridgette: Hey, why not? Guy needs to learn a skill or two, might as well teach him what I know. *sigh* Seems to be a little self-conscious about his body, though...thanks, Duncan, that's just the boost he needed...
Ben: Oh, Bridgette, thank you! I'm just horrible with conflict, and you stepped in to save me...daah, what am I doing? Stupid, stupid! Fight your own battles!
Bridgette and Ben had changed into their swimsuits and headed for the dock. Bridgette looked out over the water.
"Oh, this area sucks for surfing! Hey, how about we go swimming instead?"
Ben didn't answer, he just dipped his feet into the water.
Bridgette, knowing something was up, knelt beside him. "Look, Ben, I'm not saying what Duncan did was right. I'm also not saying your jumping to conclusions was right, either. Hey, you know I care about you, right?"
Ben nodded, but at the same time looked puzzled.
"Bridgette, are you saying that for strategic reasons, or...?"
Bridgette sighed. "Okay, not everyone here is out to get you. Yeah, Geoff crushed both of your hearing aids and Duncan may have done...what shall not be mentioned again, but, Ben, not everyone in the world's against you. We're your friends, you know that."
"Bridgette's right," DJ added, dipping his body into the water. "Lots of us might've laughed at what Duncan did, but lots of us were disgusted as well. Like me, you should never have yourself exploited that way."
Noah and Owen were behind him, also in their swimsuits.
"DJ's right!" Owen said happily. "I might not be the most popular contestant here, but I definitely try to be nice to everyone ("Yeah, when you're not eating the food," Noah muttered). I think that helps out a lot!"
Ben smiled for the first time today. "So...you guys aren't embarrassed at..."
DJ laughed. "Look, Duncan might've called you small, but so what? It's the size of your character that counts in making friends, man, not other things...but hey, I think I know a way to cut Duncan down to size..."
So the 5 contestants eagerly listened to DJ's words, then nodded astutely. "We'll do it tonight."
Ben: So, DJ said we all should go down to the campfire and talk about our fears. Mine definitely came out today...*shivers* But hey, I think if we can all get to know each other on a more personal level, I don't think things will be that bad!
DJ: You know, if we pranked Duncan, sure, it'd be satisfying, but we'd stoop ourselves down to his level. So, I decided to have a sort of "camp therapy" session tonight, mmhmm. Mama always comforted me with her own fears at night when I had trouble sleeping. Thanks, Mama. *he gives a thumbs up*
That night, just as planned, there was a crackling on the intercom:
"Will all campers please come down to the campfire? Please?"
Owen and Noah had gotten the campaign out to the Gophers side, many of them agreed to this plan. Meanwhile, DJ, Ben, and Bridgette did the same for the Bass. Bridgette was to man the intercom and announce when it was time to go.
By the time the remaining contestants had come to the campfire (sans Duncan), DJ had already grabbed some wood and lit the fire, so it was a roaring blaze. Ben motioned the Gophers and the Bass to sit around the campfire, all separated into teams.
"So," Bridgette said, joining the remaining 16 contestants. "Based on what happened earlier today, I've decided to talk about something: our fears."
Owen spoke up. "Hey, where's Duncan?" he said. "I wanted him to be here, too!"
"Well, Duncan decided he was too good for this gig," Bridgette said, smirking. "But, anyways, I've noticed that there's been a lot of team infighting lately. I think it's best if we all got to know each other a little better, help our friends along. What do you say?"
"Well, I think we found a new Princess!" said a voice. Everyone gasped and turned, Duncan had found them after all.
Bridgette rolled her eyes and motioned that Duncan sit with his 6 other teammates by the fire. She then sat down between Ben and DJ.
"So, who's first?" she said with a smile. "Don't worry, we won't laugh at you...like some people did."
Katie and Sadie piped up. "Ooh, Bridgette! I'm afraid of losing Sadie!" Katie cried out
"And I'm afraid of losing Katie!" Sadie cried in agreement, hugging her best friend.
"Good!" Bridgette smiled. "We've gotten a strong start. Owen?"
"Well..." Owen said, "I'm actually really afraid of flying! That's scary! I won't go!"
Izzy nodded in assent at this, to which Noah tutted.
"You have a fear of flying, crazy girl? Didn't think you would!" he chuckled.
Bridgette smiled. "Any fears you'd like to share, Noah?"
Noah grimaced. "Fear of failure. My parents put a lot of stress on my education, getting perfect marks, so to fail something and have them chew me out...that's the worst."
Bridgette smiled and turned to Gwen.
"Oh, that's simple. Being buried alive." she said, as Trent also piped up.
"I'm horribly afraid of mimes," he added to Gwen's statement.
Bridgette decided it would be best to have all the Gophers have their share, then the Bass. As she went around, she found out that Leshawna had a fear of giant spiders, Lindsay had a fear of walking on a minefield ("In heels!", she insisted), while, even though it was through a massive game of charades, she figured out Justin's fear, too.
"So, I take it you and Izzy dated at one point, then she decided to go crazy and kill you?" Bridgette said, to which Justin vigorously nodded.
Bridgette then turned to Ezekiel and Cody.
"So, your fears?" she asked politely?
Ezekiel shivered. "Public school, eh. My parents said I am never allowed out there. Not sure why, though, but from what they've said, they seem scary!"
Cody finished the Gophers side with diffusing a time bomb under pressure.
Bridgette turned to the Bass. "Well, okay, Ben, what's your fear?" she asked him.
Ben gulped. "Pitch blackness," he said. "Y'know, the stuff where I can't see two feet in front of me. Also, sudden loud noises..."
Ben: Ha! Take that, Chris! I said that knowing that you're listening somewhere. He'll be bound to test us on these fears, you know. Loud noises do scare me with my hearing aids in, but once they're out, they're not so bad! Doesn't account for the darkness, though.
Bridgette went down the Bass side, excluding Katie and Sadie, who had already told her their fear. DJ was afraid of snakes, Geoff was afraid of hail, and Eva was afraid of people who took advantage of her.
"My fear is staying alone in the woods for a long time," Bridgette said confidently. "Duncan, you're last."
The punk looked down. "Celine Dion music store standees..." he muttered quietly.
Bridgette clapped her hands. "Good job, everyone! Don't you feel more connected now that you know each other's fears?"
An air horn sounded from the distance. "Well, campers, I feel that this is the time for a challenge!"
The 18 remaining contestants gasped. Chris was strolling along to their bonfire.
"Lovely night, isn't it gang? Also a lovely night to start our extreme. Phobia. CHALLENGE!"
The campers groaned at this.
Chris sighed. "Look, the Bass have been incredibly lazy lately. So, with this challenge, here's hoping they pick up the slack. If they don't, someone's toast!
"So, here's the deal. Tomorrow morning is when the phobia challenges will start. Some campers will have prompts at certain times, some campers won't! Also, this challenge will span for two. Whole. DAYS!
"So, get back to your cabins, get some sleep. I don't like this non-permissive usage of campground materials."
As the campers headed to bed, Chris made a note to himself:
"Ask Chef to put more secure lock on announcement booth."
The next morning, as the campers were having breakfast, DJ noticed something wriggling in his pile of glop.
"Um, Chef, can I have a new..." he started to say, before he was interrupted by a small snake popping out of it and hissing at him.
DJ was now paralyzed in fear. Chris came over.
"Not to worry!" the sadistic host said. "All you have to do is pet it and the point is yours!"
DJ shivered, slowly reached out a hand, and was promptly bitten by the snake. Screaming in pain, he vigorously rubbed the snake with his other hand, in a futile attempt to get it off.
Chris grinned. "DJ wins the point! Also a tetanus shot, but that's not important!"
DJ: Hoo, mama! I now see what Chris meant by our fears appearing at any time...here's hoping the day doesn't go without any more mishap!
Breakfast finished, thankfully, without anything else popping out at them. After breakfast, Chris stopped Lindsay in her tracks.
"Watch your step! There's mines about! Get back to your cabin without setting any of them off, and you've scored a point for your team!"
Lindsay blinked at the roped off area. There was a sign that read LINDSAY'S CHALLENGE in front of it, so that the campers knew not to go into the area.
Lindsay: Wait...what was my challenge again?
Chef: Okay, look, girl doesn't know her left from her right. I get that. But how can you miss a roped-off area with your stinkin' name on it?
Lindsay waved at Chris and walked off to her cabins...stepping on a mine in the process.
"Well, that's no points for the Gophers so far!" Chris smiled as Lindsay flew in the air screaming bloody murder. "Next!"
As the day wore on, Ben was called from his cabin. He walked over to a very dark tent where Chris was standing, holding a set of earphones.
"This is something I'd like to call the Tent of Fear! You'll be wearing these earphones while you'll be walking through the maze Chef and I set up. Be aware for surprises!"
Ben's eyes widened as the earphones were slapped onto him. The most grating, loud whining noise could be heard from them.
Ben was forcefully pushed into the tent by a grinning Chris. "Enjoy your torture!" he said. "See you in an hour!"
Meanwhile, Owen and Izzy were looking in fear at Chef, who was starting up a single-prop plane.
"This ride's gonna be torture for you!" he cackled, slamming open a door.
Owen and Izzy nervously got into the plane as Chef got into the cockpit.
"This'll be a nonstop flight, fools! When we get down is when we'll get down!"
Meanwhile, Gwen was getting dug underground, trapped in a glass box. Trent was right there alongside her.
"It's okay, Gwen!" he said with a smile. "You've got five minutes, and that box can easily help you breathe for twenty. Here, a walkie-talkie just for you. I'll talk into it, to keep you occupied."
Gwen gave Trent a strange look as a shovelful of dirt was buried atop her face.
Ezekiel promised Gwen he'd stay by her side, along with Trent.
Chris smirked. "And the five minutes start now! Once it's up, we'll dig her out." With that, he dug the shovel into the dirt and walked away to assist with another camper's challenge.
Trent heard a crackle from the walkie talkie 30 seconds later. "Trent, I'm scared. Talk to me. Why are you so afraid of the mimes?"
Trent sighed and started his speech. "Well, when I was five, my mom took me to the park, to see the animals. Well, I was so engrossed in watching the elephants, when I turned to find my mom, she was gone.
"Instead, there was this creepy guy in all pure white, with a black beret and he was miming! He seemed to be stuck in this sort of box. I screamed and tried to run, but it seemed that he was there, on all side..."
Trent gasped as he saw just the sight he was so afraid of lumber towards him. Dropping the walkie talkie, he ran for the dock.
"Okay, Trent, go on. Trent? Trent?"
Ezekiel picked up the walkie talkie. "Oh, Gwen, I think he's toast!"
Trent, in the meantime, was running towards the dock. "Oh, crap!" he said. "No way out! Unless..."
He dove into the water, and just as the mime was about to follow...
"No, wait! You'll, uh, get your paint wet!"
The mime stopped, thought, then got ready to resume diving.
Trent shook with fear, then he looked at his right arm.
It's now or never, li'l buddy, he told himself, pointing the bracelet.
"Hey, mime! I'm supposed to conquer my fears, right? Well, conquer this! 666!"
Three ZAPs exited from his bracelet. Trent grinned as the three started their trajectories.
Unfortunately, what Trent didn't know was that Gwen's five minutes had elapsed at this point, and she was storming out onto the dock, expecting an angry word.
The first bolt of electricity sliced through the mime's right shoulder and slashed Gwen's cheek deeply.
Gwen slumped to the ground in very real pain, gasping as Trent's second ZAP missed the mime's left shoulder and hit a tree. The tree's trunk splintered at the top, falling over with a great THUD.
Trent looked in horror at the mime clutching his shoulder in pain, the blood dripping copiously. He gasped as he saw the suffering he had caused, thanks to his own recklessness and stupidity.
Trent didn't notice the third bolt of lightning going straight through the mime's heart.
The mime gaped as he splashed into the water face-first. Trent struggled to help him as the water slowly turned a rich ruby red. He didn't mean for any of this to happen, he didn't mean to cause so much harm, he didn't-
"Trent, that's a point to you!"
Trent gasped as Chris walked over to the dock.
"Gwen stayed underground for five minutes, Zeke dug her up. And since you conquered your fear...through unconventional means...you two both get points!"
Trent groaned in dismay as he trudged out of the water. Noah, we need a word after this challenge, he thought to himself.
Ezekiel ran up to Gwen, who was still stunned in disbelief. "Whoa, Gwen, your face! What happened, eh?"
The goth girl stood up. "I don't want to talk now, Zeke. Once I'm feeling better, I'll explain everything."
Trent: Crap! Killed a mime and lost the girl...what will become of me now?
Gwen: *her cheek is bandaged up* Okay, Trent, you need to get your act together, or I'm sending you home. No questions about it.
Justin had come down to the dock, after seeing the tree fall. He looked in horror at the soon-to-be mime corpse, the last bubbles emanating from its mouth in the water.
"YOU! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WON'T LEAVE HERE ALIVE!"
With a loud roar and a shriek above him, Justin was tackled by a ferocious Izzy.
Justin scrambled up and tried to run, with Izzy hot on his feet.
"Well, Justin, you'll be wrapping up today's challenge by staving off Izzy for the next two minutes! Enjoy!" Chris said with a little laugh.
Meanwhile, Ben was wandering around in the dark, the loud shriek grating against his eardrums, no recollection of where he was or where he was going to go...
SPLOOP!
Ben shrieked and tried to get out, but the more he struggled, the more he sank.
Chris laughed over the camper's screams. "Seems he went and ended up in the Quicksand of Shame!"
"I WANT TO GET OUT!" Ben moaned. "Please!"
Chris sighed and flipped a switch inside the tent.
Ben sighed with relief; the lights were on and the shrieking had stopped in his ears.
Chris tuted at him and motioned him to the emergency exit.
"Well, sadly, no points for the Bass! We'll see how Justin's doing and..."
But poor Justin had fallen to Izzy, being pounded and whaled on with her fists of fury.
Meanwhile, Owen had touched ground. The hungry camper screamed and ran towards the kitchen.
"Well, that's 3 points for the Gophers today! Bass, you can still catch up, even though you guys only scored 1. Sleep well!"
The campers groaned, then trudged up to the cabins.
Owen: (with marshmallows spewing out of his mouth) Well, thing is, whenever I get scared, I eat. Well, that and happy, sad, tired, sleepy, gassy, bored, and avuncular. Hehehe, avuncular.
Noah: Well, I heard about Trent's escapade today. Hopefully, I know what to do about this. Cody and I can definitely think of something.
Justin: *he muses over his list. He erases Trent's name, rewrites it un-crossed out and writes "ally" next to it*
Nightfall came across the camp. Ben was still out of it as Bridgette was consoling him.
An air horn sounded. "Okay, campers!" Chris said. "Now, we'll have 3 people come out and follow us to the woods! Bridgette, Leshawna, and Sadie, we need you guys!"
Bridgette and Leshawna both left their cabins without much issue, but there was a scream. "Katie, no! I can't leave you like this!"
"Oh, Sadie, I can't leave you either!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Chris gave the Bass cabin a look. "Well, Bridgette, Leshawna, let's go. Clearly Katie and Sadie can't be separated. At all. No point for them!"
Bridgette and Leshawna gasped as they saw where Chris was going to take them: the woods.
Chris motioned Bridgette to sit on a log, away from anything and everything involving Camp Wawanakwa.
"Now, Leshawna, we'll be taking you to the Spider Zone!" he grinned.
Leshawna gasped as she saw Chris motion to the webbiest, crawliest, eight-eyesiest place she had ever seen.
"Both of you must stay here for the evening! You may sleep, once morning comes and you're both still here, I'll give both your teams a point!" Chris said as he walked away.
Leshawna shuddered as she sat down on the ground. She curled up into a ball and closed her eyes. Meanwhile, Bridgette, who was definitely nervous with the hoots and howls, did the same.
Eva: These first few challenges, huh. Definitely seems to be testing our mettle, doesn't it? Hopefully tomorrow will bring something...interesting to the plate.
Eva told the Bass cabin that she was heading to the washrooms. As she walked towards that location, she didn't notice a sinister shadow behind her...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
DJ, Katie, and Sadie ran out just in time to hear thwacks and whacks in the distance. The three came closer and saw a dazed Chef, moaning over his bruises, with Eva panting in fear.
"Y...yeah! Take that...you!" she stuttered, before running towards the washrooms in fear.
Chris strolled up alongside Chef. "And Eva wins the point!" he said happily. "The score stands at 3-2, we'll see how Bridgette and Leshawna do in the morning!"
At this point, he was greeted by a screaming Leshawna, running out of the woods with spiders and webbing all around her.
"Whelp, it might be 3-3 if Bridgette stays the night!" Chris said happily. "See you guys tomorrow!"
Leshawna whacked the spiders off of her and her weave as she grumbled all the way to the cabins. DJ, Katie, and Sadie, however, went in the direction of the communal washrooms. Eva didn't seem too great.
They entered the washrooms to hear some sniffling and sobbing. "Hey, Eva, you alright?" DJ inquired.
"No! Go away!" a voice yelled from one of the stalls, followed by a rather sickening retching sound.
The three contestants blinked, Eva never showed this vulnerable side before.
DJ waited until Eva weakly walked out of the stall. She was quite pale, wiping off some spittle from her chin.
"C'mon, Eva, this isn't you. Talk to us," he comforted. "We're your friends!"
Eva coughed a little, wiped the tears from her eyes, and went to the sink.
"You guys...I never, never want to be taken advantage of like that...again, okay? Please don't tell the others, I don't want them laughing that a strong person like me could...ugh!"
Katie came over and patted Eva's shoulder. "But, Eva, why? He didn't..." but her voice petered off as her eyes widened.
DJ was definitely in a state of shock. "You weren't..." he started to say, to which Eva shamefully nodded.
"One of the bullies, the one that took my MP3 all those years ago, he came back, and he...he..." she said, her voice shaking, tears filling her eyes.
DJ gasped, Sadie started weeping.
Eva gulped. "He hurt me. It was about a year later, I actually had the MP3 incident out of my mind. I was 9 at this time, he was about 16, 17...I don't know why he did what he did, does he like tormenting little girls for kicks?"
Sadie sobbed into Eva's other shoulder, as Katie sniffed.
"It was after that incident that I needed to stow away all signs of weakness, become strong, so that no one would harm me in that way again. Don't tell anyone, got it? Or I'll beat you."
The three other Bass nodded and escorted Eva back to her cabin.
Eva: What came over me there? I'm not usually one to tell my past to people, but...ugh, why does everyone care? I don't want them to!
Morning rose, and the campers were eating breakfast. Bridgette was still sleeping, not hearing the air horn signaling that she could get out of the forest.
"Good morning, everyone! The score stands at 3-3! So, I decided to make things a little interesting! The next person who successfully completes a dare wins the challenge! Losers will go to the bonfire, where someone will be voted off. Cody, come with me."
Cody followed Chris nervously, he knew what was going to happen.
Cody: Okay, yeah...not the best in working under pressure. Hopefully I can crack the bomb code or whatever, and win this! Oh, I need this so bad!
Chris kicked a garbage can, adorned with wires, TNT, and a timer. Handing the geek a pair of pliers, the host started his segue.
"Well, Codester, you have 3 minutes to diffuse this bomb! No pressure, obviously!"
Cody sarcastically laughed as Chris walked away to get started on Geoff's challenge.
As Chris strolled along, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"What about my challenge, smart guy?"
Chris grinned and turned to Noah. "Well, smart guy, you can't do anything this challenge! You've failed for your team! You get no points! Nothing! You lose! Good day sir!"
Noah facepalmed as Chris went onwards to start Geoff's challenge.
Noah: Great, thanks, neighborhood host dude! Can't be useful, might be a contender for elimination, woohoo! Ugh.
Geoff was snoozing on a suntanning chair, unaware of the dark cloud looming overhead, until...
"Ooh, ooh! Ow, ow, ow! Man, that hurts, stop it! Stop!"
Geoff started running as he was pelted with hail. Chris chuckled manically as he pushed some buttons, making the hail larger and the cloud lower.
"Ooh! Geoff's got a cloud baby! I want a cloud baby, too! Here, baby cloud!" Lindsay squealed as Geoff ran past her. A hail pelted her head, but bounced off it with a rather hollow thud, similar to whacking the hull of a ship.
"Oh, Geoff! You need to avoid the hailcloud for one minute. Well, that, or start talking for one minute in the hail! Go!" Chris said, as Eva walked up next to him.
The jockette smirked. "Looks like party boy's getting some comeuppance, eh?"
Geoff screamed and started talking. "Um, I had gas on my first date! I was conceived on a beach! I took Ben's hearing aid and used it as a fishing hook! I use my charms and charisma to get what I want! I've never worked an honest day in my life! Uncle, Chris! Uncle!"
Chris frowned as he turned the hailcloud off. "No point for you, Geoff! Now, let's start with Ezkeiel's..."
BOOM.
Poor Cody's bomb had exploded, he was buried in smelly garbage.
"Um, Gwen? Chris? Ladies? Anyone?" he asked, walking zombie-like into the woods.
Bridgette sniffed at the horrible aroma that was around her now. Opening her eyes, she saw a mutated Cody moaning in front of her.
Cody feebly motioned to the shrieking Bridgette before collapsing, the stench knocking out many things around him.
Meanwhile, Chris was motioning to a crane that had just arrived. It was slowly lowering a massive public school onto the campsite. Ezekiel stood and watched in awe.
"Wow, I'm surprised that this doesn't happen in real life, eh!" he chuckled.
Chris chuckled, too. "It doesn't, homeschool! Anyways, speaking of school, this is where you'll be for the next six hours! We'll be starting you off in first grade, since that's where you belong socially, right? See you at 3 o'clock!"
With a wave, Ezekiel nervously entered the school. His classroom was 1-B.
Chris motioned to the remaining Gophers and Bass. "Okay, lunchtime! Once that's done, we'll do Duncan's dare at 2:30. See you then!"
At lunch, Duncan looked visibly nervous, even more so when he noticed that the entire team was looking concernedly at him.
Duncan: Man, why did this final task have to fall on me? This sucks! If I screw this up, my behind's going home, plain and simple.
Gwen: C'mon, Zeke, bring us home!
2:30 came around comparatively quickly. Duncan's challenge was staring straight at his face: a cardboard standee of Celine Dion.
"All you need to do is hug her!" Chris said. "C'mon, Duncan, Zeke finishes in an hour!"
Duncan sank to his knees in fear. Eva groaned.
"C'mon, delinquent, I don't have all day. Hurry up or I'll.."
The schoolbell rang and Ezekiel ran out ecstatically.
"Whoa, Chris, we got let out early today! Man, public school was fun! We sang songs, did some face painting, and I even made a new friend! I hope to see him soon!"
Chris chuckled as the crane picked the school back up. "You won't, Zeke. However, you won for your team! Bass, I'll see you at the bonfire tonight!"
The 8 Bass members groaned. They had a very good idea on who was going home that evening.
Ezekiel: Whoa, I won for my team again? Sweet, maybe they can stop seeing me as a sexist pig and treat me with respect, eh?
Leshawna: Whoa, Zeke won another challenge for us!? Man, I should stop seeing him as a sexist pig. But oh no, Leshawna knows when somethin's up. I might've said to his face that he was accepted amongst us, but he surely isn't one of us!
At sundown, Eva motioned to Katie and Sadie, who were returning from their dinner.
"Okay, you two. I have an idea on who to eliminate tonight. We need to vote out Geoff."
The two looked confused. "Oh, but, why? We were going to vote out Duncan!" Katie asked.
Eva sighed. "Look, I still have unfinished business with Duncan. Also, I think Ben would want him gone, even though his reasoning's rather petty. Finally, someone double-crossed me at the elimination last time. I want to show that person what for, screw up their planning."
Katie and Sadie: Katie: Well, Eva still doesn't know it was us who screwed up her planning...
Sadie: Oh, I know!
Katie:...It wouldn't hurt to vote with her this time...
Sadie:...especially since it could be someone like Geoff or Duncan messing with the votes!
Katie: Ooh, or Ben! I don't trust him!
Sadie: You're so smart, BFFFL!
Katie: No, you are!
Both: Eeeeee!
Night fell on the island. The 8 Killer Bass were sitting in front of the bonfire. Chris was walking towards them, his hands holding something rather different tonight...
"Hello, Bass! Tonight, I've got cards! Each card has your face on it, and if I throw a card to you, that represents a vote, alright? Anywho, I'm sure you're all wondering what happened to the marshmallows. Turns out someone ate them all!"
The Bass groaned, they knew who that could be.
Chris cleared his throat. "Well, I'll skip the usual introduction and just toss these bad boys out to you! First vote was for Duncan!"
Duncan groaned as he caught his card; his face looked rather crudely drawn.
"Hey, Chris, who did these?" he asked.
Chris smiled. "Well, that would be courtesy of Chef! Guy's not the best drawer around. Geoff!"
The partygoer groaned as he caught his card.
"Next is Eva, then Duncan, then Geoff!"
Eva caught hers, Duncan and Geoff caught their second set of cards.
"Duncan...Geoff!"
The two gasped, the last vote would determine who went home.
Chris grinned. "Well, we have two people who are on thin ice! Duncan, you lost the challenge and, quite frankly, your team's fed up! Geoff, I dunno what you're doing here, but people are fed up with you too! This final card, and vote, goes...toooooo...
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Geoff gasped as he caught his card. Ben, Bridgette, and DJ gasped, Eva, Katie, and Sadie quirked an eyebrow, while Duncan cheered. "YES!"
Geoff looked rather confused now. "But, Chris, why?"
The card Geoff was holding was a bright ruby red.
Chris smirked. "Surprise, campers! I decided to use this just to increase the drama! Now, unfortunately, anyone can go next time! Go back to your cabins! For Pete's sake! You stink."
The 8 Bass walked up towards their cabins, while Chris chucked the red card in the fire.
"Well, 18 still remain, but that number will soon change! With both cards gone, who will be going next time? Find out on Total...Drama...huh?"
The host gasped as the heat of the flames melted the paint off of the contestant cards, revealing something rather familiar...
"MY MAGAZINES! CHEF, HOW COULD YOU WRECK MY BODYBUILDER MAGAZINE MONTHLY? YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, CHEF HATCHET! DEAD!"
As Chris ran up the hill to where a cackling Chef awaited him, the cameras cut away...
(AN: Hooy, this was a long chapter to write. Might be my second longest, honestly, we'll see. It was also difficult to write, as well, took a lot of time making sure that everyone had a role, no matter how small. Chapter 8 will be Friday, hopefully. Cheers!)
Screaming Gophers: Cody, Ezekiel, Gwen, Izzy, Justin, Leshawna, Lindsay, Noah, Owen, Trent
Killer Bass: Ben, Bridgette, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Katie, Sadie
22nd: Courtney
21st: Harold
20th: Heather
19th: Tyler
Next up: Up the Creek
