"About five minutes ago on Total Drama All-Stars Redux! The campers had to hunt each other in a fusion of challenges. In the end Courtney won after hitting LeShawna in the face—"

"Yeah, I'm still recovering from that," she interjected. Most of the other campers nodded in agreement.

"Anyway," Chris began with his inflection saying: shut up everyone. "The Heroes voted Gwen out. It seemed like the Villains were just beginning to dig themselves out of their elimination streak. However, in a shocking act of kindness, Courtney traded places with Gwen. Now, with the Villains effectively losing another member and the Heroes technically undefeated, are our antagonists done for good? Or, perhaps, they may recover? Find out all of this and more—"

"Uh, Chris?" Noah asked.

"Yes?" He replied stoutly.

"Today's a reward challenge."

"It's not day time Noah, and I was adding that part for dramatic tension, though I guess it's ruined now."

"Gee, I'm sorry."

"Ugh, anyway, something something Total Drama All-Stars Redux!" Chris stalked off.

Gwen, whom had been standing in shock, turned towards her team.

"So, who voted for me?" No one said anything. Sighing, she walked towards the edge of the dock. Trent followed her.

Walking towards her, he sensed the pensiveness radiating from her.

"Gwen?"

"Yeah," she asked tiredly. Trent didn't have any real thought for a conservation, so he answered her question.

"I didn't vote for you, Gwen," he informed her.

"Thanks." She turned towards him with a miniscule, depressed, yet genuine smile on her face.

"It's nice to know someone on my team isn't out to get me."

"Hey," Trent said, trying to calm her. "It may have been only two people. Our team doesn't really have any politics. Everyone else's votes may have been split three or four ways."

"Yeah, maybe," Gwen took little comfort in Trent's hypothesis. She had a lingering feeling that everyone was out to get her. Trent sensed her continuing sadness and put his hand on her shoulder. She clasped it, grateful.

Confessional #64

"Courtney's gone. It feels strange saying it. Unnatural. I'm glad that we at least managed to end on a positive note for once. I think. Anyway, I'm not too sure of my team anymore. Sure, Trent's on my side: I'm really, really grateful for that. I'd be shocked if LeShawna or Harold tried to give me the hook. I'm not certain of everyone else, though." —Gwen

Confessional #65

"No, no, no! Gwen should have left. She'll figure out eventually I voted her: I know it'll happen! I know! What am I going to do? I can't stay with this alliance anymore, I can't." —Harold

"Uh, Trent, Gwen?" LeShawna trotted slowly towards the two. They were both staring into the dark horizon, reflecting. They were both seemingly in a trance.

"Yes?" Gwen whipped her head around, jarring Trent.

"We've all been sitting around the bonfire pit. Want to join?" Trent seemed a little unsure, but Gwen agreed. They all headed towards the rest of the campers.

A conversation was well under way. By the time the three had found their seats, everyone else was talking about their fears.

"Well, I honestly can't stand being wrong," Noah stated first. Everyone else gasped. Clearly, they remembered the challenge from season one.

"What?" Alejandro asked. It's not like Chris will actually figure out how to make a challenge of me being set on fire with nothing to extinguish it?" Lindsay face palmed at his lack of common sense.

"Seriously?" She asked. "That's like me saying that I hate being patronized." She realized what she did, sighed, and put her head in her hands.

"Okay, let's just state our fears, we'll just spill anyway. I can't stand with being stereotyped," Owen revealed while patting Lindsay on the back.

DJ was sitting next to them and said he hated hurting people, but he also despised being marginalized for feeling so. LeShawna stated she was having issues of dealing with passive bigotry that was increasingly being directed at her. Trent disliked people thinking of him as a brooding misunderstood artist because of his actions in season two. Gwen feared that she would never have a good life because of her horrible circumstances. Harold stated he hated having to deal with the realities of life. Bridgette had a crippling fear of drowning.

"Really? You're a surfer," Sierra interjected.

"I know, it's just something that could always happen to me. I'm in the water every day. The idea eats at you. What are you scared of?"

"Losing Cody, forever," Sierra said bluntly. With that everyone went to bed.

The next day in the mess hall, Chris strolled in with a lighter in his hand. Alejandro groaned and Bridgette laughed.

Confessional #66

"Who knows? Maybe I won't have to get rid of him myself." —Bridgette

"Welcome to the 'Watch everyone come to terms with their surprisingly mature fears' challenge!" He looked around at all of them. To the surprise of anyone, Chris looked at the veterans and reflected. No longer were they teenagers, but rather they were worn cynical adults. He shook this off, however.

"First off, Alejandro!" Chris beckoned everyone outside. An intern stood with a full body fire retardant suit. Alejandro shook at the door, the image of the lava raining down on him surfaced in his mind.

"I—" He looked at the contestants. No one offered him any support.

Confessional #67

"It's horrible: I had to face my worst fear and the other campers seemed apathetic. A few even enjoyed it." —Alejandro

He took a few hesitant steps forward. Swallowing, he stepped into the suit.

"You need to stay ablaze for two minutes, absolutely calm," Chris told him. He set the suit on fire.

"Uh, Chris?" Lindsay asked.

"Yes?"

"How do we tell who wins? My team is leading by three people," she boasted.

"Oh, by percentages." He replied. "I doubt you'd understand. Someone with your mental capacity could not possibly comprehend that mathematical concept." His voice dripped with malice. "I'll explain it to the others, you may listen, as if you'd understand," he scoffed. He didn't get farther in his speech as Lindsay pummeled him to the ground out of raw fury.

"Shut up!" She yelled.

"I'm sorry Lindsay, you just lost a point for your team," Chris paused. He glanced towards Alejandro whom was focusing on his breathing.

"Also, Alejandro has lasted long enough. I'm going to look for a fire extinguisher."

Alejandro shot up and made a beeline for the lake. He leapt off the dock and into the water.

"Well, he earns a point nonetheless. That means the Villains have completed 25% of the challenge. Whichever team completes the most of the challenge when it's over wins! Now Sierra, please follow me over to the amphitheater."

The campers minus Alejandro walked to the location. Lindsay talked to Sierra.

"Hey,"

"Hey."

"I think we should try and throw the challenge—"

"You know what? I'm done. Lindsay, I'm only in this stupid alliance because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. You always talk about strategy and it's driving me crazy! I actually thought if I acted like a normal person I may get to know some of you, but you just keep dragging me into talks like: 'who should we recruit' or 'who should we get rid of'! I hate it! I'm out of your fucking alliance. Bye." Sierra stalked off, leaving Lindsay stunned.

Confessional #68

"I know I seem heartless, but I don't care! I just wanted to get to know these people for who they are, not have strategy talks 24/7. Okay?" —Sierra

Eventually, everyone arrived. Chris and Sierra, whom was apprehensive, stood on stage.

"Sierra, I've prepared slides. If you can get through them all, you get a point. Slide one."

A picture of Cody. Well, not exactly. It was of Cody, yes, but he was horribly mangled. His face was bloody and bruised, he had oddly bent limbs and protruding bones from his abdomen.

"No! No, no, no!" Sierra bounded off the stage, crying. LeShawna caught her.

"Shh, shh, it's okay girl. It was photo shopped or something."

Confessional #69

"Okay, that may have been too far." —Chris

"Uh, Sierra?" Chris asked awkwardly. "You alright?"

She composed herself and nodded. Chris breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's move on!"

A variety of challenges ensued. Noah cracked after being told wrong no matter what he answered in a trivia game. Harold was sent into an artificial real world and successfully navigated some preprogrammed organic issues. He learned a valuable lesson on individuality and responsibility. Trent was sent through a slew of horrible psychologists but he never lost his nerve. Bridgette managed to overcome the primal panic of a simulated drowning. Finally, LeShawna had a conversations with conservatives on antebellum slavery. She remained calm and won.

"Owen!" Chris chanted as the not traumatized/injured campers (Owen, Gwen, Trent, Harold, LeShawna, Lindsay, and DJ) walked into the mess hall.

"Your challenge…is to eat a salad." Much to Owen's surprise, everyone gasped. Even Lindsay.

Confessional #70

"Really, that's my challenge. I said I hated being stereotyped! This is the exact opposite…maybe I am too fat…" —Owen

Owen ate the salad, depressed. After a rather short challenge where DJ took a torrential amount of jeering for refusing to beat up Harold, Chris and the campers walked to the bonfire pit.

"Right, mathematically the Heroes have lost." A bunch of groans rose up. Chris raised a hand.

"However, if Gwen completes her challenge, her score will count double." He motioned her to join him.

"Gwen, Gwen, Gwen we have a history don't we?"

"Yeah…" Gwen agreed cautiously.

"You also come from a poor family?"

"Yes,"

"Then you tried to get the money, but had it stolen." Gwen merely had her eyes darken.

"I see. It's a shame. That money would have served you well, you know. You know what's nice? Having a future financially. It must be difficult not being able to pay for art school. That it kills to know you had no way of changing this except for getting away with the money, which didn't happen. You're family has also fallen on hard times, I gather. Your mom's out of a job, you're brother having to work—"

"Stop!" Gwen was in a ball, hand over her ears. Chris knew Gwen could take a lot of shit, so he didn't bother with checking on her.

"The Villains win!" Chris announced. Everyone, however, was merely looking at Gwen. She hadn't moved. Trent stood her up and helped her walk away.

"The Heroes have lost again! Will the Villains actually manage to not lose a member? How will Lindsay's alliance hold up? Will Gwen figure out who voted for her? How are the politics of The Villains shape up if their numbers continue to dwindle? Find out all of this and more next time on Total Drama All-Stars Redux!"

Author's Note: Tumble1980— Sorry for a short episode. I made it very Heroes-centric as most of the past episodes had been devoted to the Villains. The next chapter will be more balanced between the two teams. Please read and review!