Author's Note: New poll is up, let me know who you like the best. Like I've said in the past, this won't change the outcome of the story, but I like knowing who is popular and who isn't.
"Welcome to Total Drama Stranded," Chris greeted. "Last time, we took the two teams and dropped them in the haunted…Forbidden Pit! The teams had to escape without being captured by the ghastly phantoms. Calvin tried to break away from his team, but this proved to be a bad idea when no one followed him. Desdemona tried to strategize with Pamela and Riley, but only managed to make herself on Pamela's endless enemies list. At the end of the day, it was the Raging Rivers who made it out first. They won a collection of lovely pillows to take home back to camp with them. We've got another elimination to get to today. Can the Rivers pull off a third consecutive win, or will one of them be heading home? Find out now on Total Drama Stranded!"
(Theme Song Plays…)
(Not Quite Loser Island)
Briony had fallen asleep against a tree. She was covered with filth now and was beginning to look quite wild. She woke up and looked around. She was in a darker, deeper, part of the jungle. She frequently saw wispy strings laced across trees.
"Well, if I was Chris, I'd certainly hide an idol here," Briony remarked as she set out to explore.
She walked with determination as she continued to go deeper into the wilderness. She often heard shuffling sounds all around her. She remained firm with her walk though. Eventually, she came to edge of the ground. Curiously, she looked down to see what was below. Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath her feet. She stumbled painfully down into a vast pit. When she regained herself and shook the dirt out of her eyes, she took another look around.
"Oh dear," she breathed.
She was in an area that was completely covered in webs. And surrounding her was a horde of spiders the size of large dogs.
(Monster Mountains)
Stanley had decided to sleep in a tree again last night. He had gotten comfortable in a tree just above the shelter. He cracked his eyes open, and sat up. Immediately Sasha dropped down into his lap.
"Good morning to you, Squire," Sasha greeted.
"Sasha, what are you doing up so early?" Stanley asked.
"I am always ready to enjoy what beauty this world has to offer," Sasha exclaimed.
"Huh?" Stanley asked still slightly groggy.
"This," Sasha laughed as she grabbed Stanley's head and faced it towards the sunrise. "Quite lovely, isn't it?"
"Once again, it's a breathtaking sight," Stanley replied.
"In times of war it's always important to find simple pleasures," Sasha exclaimed.
"And you're just full of those," Stanley laughed.
Meanwhile, Calvin was having another strategic discussion with his group.
"It's another elimination challenge today," Calvin declared. "While I'm not intending to lose again, it's possible that we'll be voting someone off tonight."
"Stanley," Jojo immediately suggested. "I have to sleep with one eye open with that guy around."
"Hm, I think we need to take a more strategic perspective," Calvin declared. "Last challenge proved that, while I hate to admit it, Ilona is a valuable asset to the team. However, if we're going to damage her alliance, we need to take out someone else holding them together."
"Well, there's Misha, Stanley, and Sasha," Elijah listed. "Maybe Keith, I'm not sure what his deal is."
"I'm thinking Sasha might be our target," Calvin declared. "She doesn't seem easily broken, she's keeping their spirits up; it'll be for the best if we lose her."
"But how are you going to convince the others?" Jojo asked.
"They'll listen to reason," Calvin said with a shrug. "I think Keith might be won over to our side, and possibly others. We only need four votes to get at least a tie."
Confessional:
Stanley-Sasha is just great. I don't think she even cares about the prize, but she really brightens my mood every day.
Jojo-What's it going to take to make people vote for Stanley. I don't care if it's not strategic, I want him gone.
Calvin-I'm not scared. It'll just take a few touches to get the vote in my favor…and that's only if we go to elimination, which I'll be trying to avoid.
(Raging Rivers)
The team had all woken up by now…except for Riley.
"These pillows are so lovely," Riley sighed with his voice muffled by the surrounding pillows.
"Oh no, you are not going to stay there all day," Chelsea said.
"You can't make me," Riley shot back.
"We'll see about that," Chelsea said. "Garfield, you take the one leg and I'll take the other."
Garfield nodded and picked up Riley's right leg. Chelsea grabbed onto the left and both started to pull. Riley made himself as heavy as possible and resisted being pulled out.
"Matilda…a little help?" Chelsea called.
Matilda joined in, but they still couldn't move Riley.
"You know, this is probably more work than it's worth," Garfield pointed out.
"I guess you're right," Chelsea sighed as she dropped Riley back to the ground.
Over to the side, the masked boy had once again drifted off, but this time it wasn't Pamela he was with.
"Hi there," Desdemona greeted as she sat down next to him.
"Hello," the masked boy replied. "Do you need something?"
"Oh no, I just thought that you might need someone to talk to," Desdemona said.
The masked boy was about to deny it, but Desdemona didn't stop talking.
"You see, a lot of people like to tell me their stories," she explained. "I guess if I'm telling their futures, they want me to know their past. Anyways, I've gotten used to handing out advice, both supernatural and the normal kind."
"That's great, but I don't see what it has to do with me," the masked boy replied.
"Oh, right," Desdemona said. "It's just that I noticed that you seem to prefer being alone. And yet out here, it's easy to get stressed. If there's anything on your mind that you want to get off your chest, I'm here for you."
"I'm fine," the masked boy replied.
"Alright, but if you want to talk, I'm here," Desdemona said.
Confessional:
Desdemona-I need to get a jump on the game. I'm going up against a powerful alliance, and I don't have that many options for allies of my own. Pamela hates me, Riley is probably going at the next elimination, so that just leaves that masked guy. I need to make him see me as his friend.
Masked Boy-If I wanted to talk to someone, it wouldn't be Desdemona. She seems nice, but a little strange.
"Helloooo, campers!" Chris announced from his helicopter. "Guess what time it is?"
"I think it's, like, nine," Matilda guessed.
"No…well maybe, but it's challenge time," Chris declared. "For today's challenge you'll be testing your building skills, as well as your speed. Today you'll be hunting…"
He pushed a button and a large crate dropped out of his helicopter and into the woods. When it hit the ground, a bustled flock of hens burst out of it.
"Chickens," Chris declared. "Your job is to build a pen for them, and fill it with the chickens you catch. The team with most by the end of the day will be safe. The others will be voting someone off. Get to it!"
Confessional:
Garfield-Oh, this is good. I've actually had some experience dealing with animals.
Sasha-Each fowl caught is another peasant who may eat a full dinner.
(Raging Rivers)
"Okay, let's divide into groups," Chelsea said. "Who wants to hunt the chickens?"
Garfield put his hand up and said, "I know the right strategies for this kind of thing. My family owns a couple of farms that I visit from time to time."
"Perfect," Chelsea exclaimed. "I'll go with you."
"I'll work on the pen," Desdemona offered. "Like I've said before, running is not my strong suit."
"I'll help out," Matilda offered. "We're going to make, like, such a stylish pen."
"Great, and Masky, you can join us," Chelsea said. "Riley…"
"I'm not moving," Riley insisted.
"You're working on the pen," Chelsea declared. "And you'd better do it, because you're looking like a good choice to vote off if we lose. Anyways, that just leaves—"
"Don't expect me to do any work," Pamela said as she stepped forward. "I'm done helping you win anything."
"And with that you're back to being boot choice number one," Chelsea remarked.
Confessional:
Pamela-Now seems like a good enough time as any to play my idol…maybe I'll take out that rich guy. That'll put some frowns on their faces.
Chelsea-I'm used to teams that give all their effort. I don't know how Riley and Pamela survive at home, but here I'm going to make sure they leave soon.
(Monster Mountains)
"Alright, let's split up," Ilona said to her team.
"If I may suggest," Keith offered, "I've got an idea, I was thinking maybe Misha and Stanley could help me with the pen."
"Alright, I'll take Sasha and head out in that direction," Ilona said as she pointed in the area away from the river. "The rest of you boys can head the opposite direction."
"Oh, that's subtle," Calvin remarked as he rolled his eyes.
The groups went their separate ways. Keith directed Stanley and Misha down the mountain and to a forest area just at the base.
"Okay, here's my plan," Keith said. "I say, we don't just make a pen, but a whole trap. Stanley and I will set up a cage that'll close down on the chickens, once Misha herds them our way."
Both of them nodded. Stanley went to work collecting large sticks, while Misha went searching for any nearby chickens.
Meanwhile, Ilona was walking with Sasha in the direction of the Dock of Shame. They stuck close to the mountain, though, and made their way around it.
"So, Sasha," Ilona began, "I hope—"
"Chicken!" Sasha exclaimed as she spotted a bird preening itself.
Sasha immediately bolted after it. The chicken noticed her approaching, and frantically ran away.
"Come back here, fowl creature!" Sasha exclaimed as she pursued after it.
"I don't think you're going to catch it like that," Ilona cautioned.
"Nonsense, I shan't be bested by a bird," Sasha exclaimed.
After much chasing, she finally wrapped her arms around it and presented it to Ilona.
"Good work," Ilona praised, "but I don't think Keith is finished with the pen yet."
"Not a problem," Sasha remarked as she grabbed a vine and tied it like a leash around the chicken.
The bird inspected it briefly, before calming down as if nothing had happened.
"One down," Sasha exclaimed.
Confessional:
Ilona-Sasha may not seem like the strongest contestant here, but when she sets her mind to something. She does it.
Sasha-No chicken shall escape the swift reach of Lady Sasha!
(Raging Rivers)
Garfield and Chelsea walked together through the forest, keeping their eyes open for any chickens.
"So, Garfield, you mentioned that you have a farm," Chelsea tried to make conversation.
"That's right," Garfield replied. "When we were younger, my brother and I used to love playing with all the animals. Horseback riding was always my favorite. I haven't had as much time to visit lately, what with how busy I've been, but I try to still get some riding down every now and then."
"It sounds lovely," Chelsea remarked.
"Oh, it is," Garfield said. "I love animals of all sorts. One of my current projects is to have all farms tried their stock with respect and kindness. It's horrid what so many animals have to go through just to end up as meat."
"Well, good for you," Chelsea said. "Maybe I could write a cheer about it when I get back to school."
The two continued to walk for a little further, until Chelsea spotted a chicken wandering about aimlessly.
"There's one!" she exclaimed as she charged after it.
The chicken took off quickly when it saw her approaching.
"Not so fast," Garfield cautioned as he held Chelsea back. "You don't want to startle them."
Garfield got down on his knees and crawled towards the chicken slowly.
"Don't worry, little girl, we won't hurt you," Garfield said as he inched towards it.
The chicken eyed him suspiciously, but didn't move away. Garfield kept progressing closer until he was close enough to grab the chicken and pull it into his chest.
"There you go," he remarked as he held up the bird.
"Impressive," Chelsea said. "Now can you make sure that it does escape before we finish the pen?"
"I think so," Garfield remarked. "She'll calm down eventually and as long as we be careful, she shouldn't get away."
Confessional:
Chelsea-Garfield is so impressive. He's got an infinite amount of skills, and he's so nice. If anyone other than me deserves to win, it's him.
Garfield-(stroking the chicken) This challenge is a bit risky. While this chicken seems to have calmed down, we'll have to keep several more before the others get the pen done.
Currently, Desdemona and Matilda were stacking logs and sticks into a square fence.
"Oh, just imagine when it's going to be full of chickens," Matilda exclaimed. "They're going to look, like, sooo cute."
"I'm sure they will," Desdemona replied as she put down another log.
There was a bit of an awkward silence as Desdemona tried to think of something else to say.
"So…you're the fashion expert," Desdemona said, "how does my dress stack up?"
"Um, not very high," Matilda remarked. "That yellow is, like, kinda out this season. And those rubies just look, like, so tacky. Today it's all about the sleeves, and you're sleeves are way to big already, plus that tiara—"
"Okay, I get it, it's not hot," Desdemona sighed.
"Well, you're the one who asked," Matilda replied. "If you wanted to make it better you could add a sequent pattern, and like, maybe cut off those sleeves."
"But this is a relic of heritage," Desdemona exclaimed dramatically. "It keeps me in touch with the voices of fate."
"Oh…it's one of those," Matilda remarked. "Meh, I'm not feeling it."
"So, are you going to vote for me?" Desdemona asked suddenly.
"Problaby," Matilda answered. "I mean, after we get rid of Riley, and if Pamela doesn't start being useful again."
"Are you guys talking about me?" Riley asked from the shelter.
"Yes, we're talking about how, like, we're going to vote you off," Matilda replied.
"Oh, so nothing bad," Riley said as he went back to sleep.
Confessional:
Desdemona-Matilda likes to talk a lot, and she's brutally honest, so I can use that to learn what I can. Seems I was right, this guise won't keep me safe forever. I'll have to depend on immunity or find some way to keep the target off my back. Given this team's previous performance, I think it'll have to be the latter.
Riley-I don't really see why I should care if they say they're going to vote me off. If you watch the previous shows, you'll say that it's never the one they say they're voting for. And besides, if I get voted off I can just sleep at Playa Des Losers.
(Monster Mountains)
A lone chicken wandered around a tree cluelessly. I inspected its feathers before making another round of circling the tree. It was completely off-guard when Sasha dropped down from a tree and pounced on it.
"Aha! Another prisoner taken in by the unstoppable Lady Sasha!" Sasha exclaimed as she handed the bird to Ilona.
"Well, this makes four," Ilona noted as she tied another vine around the next chicken.
She already had a small group of birds clucking behind her mindlessly.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the mountain, Calvin, Elijah, and Jojo had spread out to catch more chickens. Jojo spotted one and dived on top of it.
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed as the chicken squawked and tried to break free. "Ha, there's no escape from me."
He held the chicken tight and continued to search throughout the vicinity. Every time he spotted another chicken, he wasted no time charging right at it, and adding it to the irritated group in his arms. Soon he had five chickens held tightly in his grasp.
"This is too easy," he laughed.
He saw another chicken pecking the ground beneath a tree, but he also saw the masked boy targeting it.
He put his chickens down under a tree and ordered, "You stay put, got it?"
The chickens nodded nervously. Jojo then charged forward and tackled the masked boy aside.
"Ow!" he exclaimed as he slammed into a tree.
"That's right, no one's gonna stop me!" Jojo boasted.
"Whatever," the masked boy scoffed as he headed in a different direction.
Not too far, Calvin and Elijah had found their first chicken. The duo was waiting in the bush as they watched the bird.
"So, what's the plan?" Elijah asked.
"We don't need a plan," Calvin scoffed. "It's a stupid bird, how hard can it be?"
Calvin emerged from his hiding spot and leaned over to grab the chicken. As fate would have it, this was a noticeably aggressive chicken. The hen immediately started pecking violently at Calvin's hands.
"Ow, ow, cut it out!" Calvin cried out in pain.
The bird then leapt onto Calvin's shoulder and began pecking at his face.
"Elijah, do something!" Calvin ordered.
"Bad bird," Elijah exclaimed as he tried to slap it off.
However, he ended up slapping Calvin across the face instead.
"Wow, it's fast," Elijah remarked.
Eventually the bird hopped down and left behind the two boys.
"We may need to rethink things," Calvin declared.
Meanwhile, Keith and Stanley were making progress on their trap. Stanley had set up a sturdy barrier with an opening big enough for a group of chickens to enter. Keith was building a grid of sticks that would drop down over the barrier and prevent any of the chickens from jumping out.
"Here's some more sticks," Misha said as she returned. "I still haven't seen any signs of chickens."
"They'll show up eventually," Keith remarked. "In the meantime, just keep bringing more wood."
Misha nodded and headed back out.
"So, Keith, I wanted to talk to you," Stanley said.
"What is it?" Keith asked as he slid down the tree and landed next to Stanley.
"Well, I just want to make sure that I can count on you to vote for Calvin the next time we go to elimination," Stanley said. "Not that I don't trust you, but somebody voted for Briony last time and I can't rule out any option."
"Don't worry," Keith said with a grin. "I would never think of voting out any of you guys. I come from a very stressful environment where it's hard to find good friends. Having decent people like you, Misha, Ilona, and Sasha is so great for me."
"Good to hear," Stanley said. "If the five of us stick together, Calvin won't stand a chance."
Confessional:
Calvin-(covered in peck marks) Why do bad things keep happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?
Stanley-Keith sounds like he really meant those words, but so did Ilona when I asked her. Could Sasha have voted for Briony? I sincerely doubt it, but now I'm even more confused.
Keith-Hm, sorry Stanley, but I just can't let Calvin go. If he goes, I might actually become a target, and we can't have that.
(Raging Rivers)
The masked boy rubbed his ribs where he had hit the tree. He grumbled to himself about Jojo, but he quickly got back into focus when he spotted another chicken. He crept towards it slowly and carefully. He remained as silent as possible until he was right behind it.
"You're mine!" he exclaimed as he picked up the bird.
However, he had only taken a couple more steps with his catch when he ran into Jojo again. The jock had several chickens all following behind him tentatively.
"Alright, hand over the bird," Jojo ordered.
"Um, I caught this bird fair and square," the masked boy pointed out.
"And you think I'm just going to let you take a point for your team," Jojo scoffed. "Not if I want to win, now hand it over."
When the masked boy refused again, Jojo resorted to force. With one shove he knocked the masked boy to the ground and grabbed the chicken from him.
"Pfft, you're puny," Jojo scoffed as he herded all of his chickens together.
Meanwhile, at the camp, Desdemona and Matilda were putting the final touches on the pen.
"Oh, it looks just sooo fabulous!" Matilda exclaimed.
"Good work," Desdemona praised. "Come on, let's go tell Garfield and Chelsea that it's done."
While the two of them left, they didn't notice a small group of chickens wander right past the shelter. Riley did, but didn't do anything about it.
"Oh, look at that," he remarked. "Some chickens."
Trailing behind the group was a chicken that was quite fat and having trouble keeping up. Instead it decided to rest on the comfy pillows.
"Hey, big guy," Riley greeted as the chicken rubbed against him affectionately. "What's your name?"
The chicken clucked in reply.
"Hm, I'll call you Tubsy-Wubsy," Riley said. "You like that?"
In response, the chicken collapsed and fell asleep.
"Yeah, that's my answer to most things too," Riley chuckled.
Confessional:
Masked Boy-I may not be strong enough to take on Jojo, but I think I know someone who is.
Riley-(stroking Tubsy-Wubsy) Finally, someone who I can relate to.
(Monster Mountains)
"Well, we haven't seen another chicken since that last one," Elijah noted to Calvin. "Do you think the others already got the rest?"
"Not likely," Calvin scoffed. "We just need to keep looking."
It wasn't long before they heard some clucking, though. Both boys took off running towards the sound.
"It sounds like a whole lot of them," Elijah remarked. "They must have all grouped at the same place."
However, when they found the group of chickens, they found that they were surrounding Garfield affectionately.
"I don't know how you do it," Chelsea laughed. "They won't leave your side."
"Chickens can be quite friendly, if you let them get to know you," Garfield remarked.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Calvin whispered to Elijah. "When I give the signal, we jump out and scare the chickens."
"Why?" Elijah asked. "Then no one will get them."
"Exactly, if we can have them, no one can," Calvin declared. "Now, three…two…one!"
Calvin leapt out of the shrubs and exclaimed, "Raaaaar!"
The chickens immediately stated to panic.
"Um…rawr," Elijah added as he followed after Calvin.
The chickens immediately flocked all over Calvin and began pecking at him.
"Oh no, we should do something," Garfield exclaimed.
"In a minute," Chelsea said. "This is pretty amusing. He brought it upon himself, really."
"Elijah, help me," Calvin ordered.
"Um…I'd rather not get on the chickens' bad side," Elijah said as he backed up.
Confessional:
Chelsea-Well, we lost most of the chickens we worked so hard to gather. But I think Calvin learned not to try that again.
Elijah-Well, you know the old saying, a good friend would save you from a horde of angry chickens, but a great friend wouldn't want you to get pecked…or something like that.
(Raging Rivers)
Riley had gone back to napping, but he was far from alone now. Several chickens had come to rest on the extra soft pillows, as well as over his body.
"So, are these friends of yours, Tubsy-Wubsy?" he asked a chicken sat down on his stomach.
Tubsy-Wubsy gave a brief cluck.
"Well, keep them coming," Riley said. "My team can't vote me off if I brought this many chickens."
Pamela meanwhile was considering whether she would rather destroy pen or spook the chickens and have them frenzy over Riley. She moved towards the pen, when she heard someone approaching.
"Oh, Pamela," the masked boy said. "I just ran into Jojo out there. He's got a lot of chickens."
"Don't care," Pamela replied.
"He knocked me over and took one from me," the masked boy added.
"That probably wasn't too hard, you're scrawny," Pamela smirked.
The masked boy paused as he decided to rethink his strategy.
"The message he made was very clear," the masked boy said. "He's big and strong so he can do whatever he wants."
"Oh, is that what he thinks," Pamela scoffed. "Typical, guys like him put all their work into their muscles so they don't have to think. Well, I'll show that this is one battle his strength won't win."
With that she marched into the forest with determination.
Confessional:
Pamela-I don't care if it wins another challenge; that Jojo needs to learn a lesson.
Masked Boy-She's getting better, really.
(Monster Mountains)
"There be another one!" Sasha exclaimed as she charged after a panicked chicken.
"Wait for me," Ilona called as she dragged the many captured chickens behind her.
Sasha dived for the bird several times, but it kept dodging from side to side.
"He's a tricky one," Sasha remarked. "But Lady Sasha does not give up so easily."
"Well, no one's going to complain if you miss one chicken," Ilona pointed.
"Perhaps, but how could I consider myself a knight if I simply gave up?" Sasha remarked. "Now where'd that fowl get to now?"
The bird was currently wandering into a cave.
"Aha, I've got you now!" Sasha exclaimed.
However, by the time she arrived at the cave all she saw were some small bird bones. Looking up, she saw Molotov the Bear growling at her. His propeller hat and striped shirt made him slightly less menacing, but he was still quite a threatening sight.
"On second thought, now might be a good time to retreat," Sasha exclaimed as she darted back towards Ilona.
"What happened to the chicken?" Ilona asked.
"She is in a better place now," Sasha declared.
Confessional:
Sasha-There were many brave souls on the original brigade who faced off with the beast, Molotov. But I value my life too much to risk it.
Jojo had nearly two dozen chickens following behind him now.
"Alright, once again I'm carrying my team," he announced out loud.
Suddenly he was stuck in the back of the head by a pebble.
"What the?" he exclaimed as he turned around.
"So, you think you can just push people around because you're bigger than them?" Pamela asked as she stood with her arms crossed.
"Um, yeah, that's how the world works," Jojo scoffed.
"You make me want to vomit," Pamela hissed as she tossed another rock.
This time she aimed at the chickens trailing behind Jojo. This startled them and cause them panic.
"Hey, stop that," Jojo ordered.
"Make me," Pamela taunted as she tossed another rock.
The chickens were all spreading out as they tried to get away now.
"Maybe I will," Jojo said as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Or, maybe it would be a better idea to stop your chickens from escaping," Pamela pointed.
Jojo looked torn, but eventually decided to try and grab some of the chickens that were still near him. However, they were much more frantic now, so they swarmed and pecked and were impossible to contain.
"Hey, look, chickens!" Chelsea exclaimed as she arrived with Garfield. "This way little guys, follow the nice boy."
"No, don't listen to her!" Jojo snapped.
However, this only scared the chickens more and caused them to scurry after Garfield. On the other side, the masked boy was herding stray chickens back to the camp. It was impossible to see through his mask, but he was smiling at Pamela.
Confessional:
Pamela-I don't even care that that was teamwork, it was worth it to shoot Jojo down like that.
Garfield-That Jojo guy has no respect for the chickens. Although, I don't appreciate Pamela throwing rocks at them either, but at least it got them away from him.
Misha was waiting impatiently for any chickens to show up.
"Come on, where are you little pests?" she grumbled to herself.
Suddenly, though a whole swarm ran past her.
"Uh, yeah, that's it, go that way," she said as waved towards the trap.
Soon the chickens stampeded right into the barrier Stanley had built.
"Now!" Stanley shouted.
Keith swung down on the gridded roof and dropped it over the top.
"We got them!" he exclaimed.
Calvin and Elijah arrived not too much later. Calvin was completely covered in bruises.
"Look what we caught," Keith exclaimed.
"Yes, all thanks to me," Calvin declared. "If I hadn't scared those chickens, they never would have run towards you."
"Whatever you say," Stanley said with a condescending smirk.
"I've got some too," Jojo exclaimed as he arrived with a fraction of his original chickens.
Stanley moved aside a log and let Jojo placed the chickens inside the cage.
"We as well had a bountiful victory," Sasha exclaimed as she guided the leashed chickens into the cage.
"Well, all in all, I think we did pretty good," Keith remarked.
Confessional:
Calvin-He had better win. I did not endure these bruises for nothing.
Jojo-If we lose then Pamela is going to regret even meeting me. No more holding back.
Misha-Well, I didn't really have to do anything this time, the chickens just ran my way. But I'm sure if I tell them that I helped, they'll believe me.
(Raging Rivers)
Chelsea, Garfield, Desdemona, Matilda, and the Masked Boy all arrived with chickens all around them. Pamela followed behind at a distance.
"Okay, guys, you see that totally awesome pen, that's, like, your new home," Matilda instructed.
Slowly the chickens were herded inside the pen.
"Okay, not bad," Garfield remarked.
"Oh guys," Riley exclaimed.
Everyone turned to see him exit the shelter with a massive flock of chickens behind him.
"Whoa, where did those come from?" Chelsea asked.
"You think that's cool, check out this," Riley said as he picked up a bundle of pillows. "Okay, fellows, I'm moving these over to this pen."
As soon as he put the pillows into the pen the chickens swarmed after them. Tubsy-Wubsy was the last to follow.
"Pretty neat, huh," Riley remarked.
Confessional:
Garfield-Of course, the chickens would love those soft pillows, I can't believe I didn't think of that.
Chelsea-Well, I'm glad that we got all those chickens, but Riley didn't really do anything. Anyone could lie around and let the chickens accumulate.
Desdemona-We'd better not be going to elimination. After Desdemona suddenly felt like helping, and Riley coming up with…that, I'm right down at the bottom.
"Okay, campers," Chris announced from the helicopter, "you both worked hard this challenge, but just from up here I can see that there's a clear winner. Immune tonight are..."
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"The Raging Rivers."
"Huzzah!" Chelsea cheered while high-fiving everyone.
Even Pamela was cheering.
"In your face, Jojo," she laughed as she did a victory dance.
Meanwhile, the Monster Mountains sighed in defeat.
"I swear, we would have won if Pamela hadn't cheated," Jojo pouted.
"Don't blame yourself, Jojo," Keith consoled. "Or Pamela. This is what we got and there's nothing we can do about it now."
Chris continued to announced, "Also along with immunity, you get to do what you please with the chickens."
"What would we want to do with the chickens?" Desdemona asked.
"I dunno, cook them," Chris suggested.
"No way," Riley exclaimed. "We're not eating Tubsy-Wubsy or any of his friends."
"Well, if you want to send them back to me, they'll make some fine chicken burgers," Chris declared.
"I won't have these lovely creatures sent off to be slaughter," Garfield exclaimed. "But I know a ranch that'll give them good lives."
"Would you like that Tubsy-Wubsy? Do you want to live on the ranch?" Riley said as he tickled the chicken's chin-area.
"Do you have any idea how much that'll cost to ship?" Chris scoffed.
"But you said that we could do whatever we wanted with the chickens," Garfield pointed. "And I think we all agree that's what we want."
Several heads nodded.
"Fine," Chris grumbled. "I really need to talk to my lawyers before saying things like that. Anyways, Monster Mountains, as for you, I'll be seeing you at the Dock of Shame tonight. You have until then to discuss who you'll be voting off."
(Monster Mountains Camp)
"Keith, oh Keith," Calvin called as he grabbed the boy and pulled him aside.
"Hello, boys," Keith greeted. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm offering you a spot on my alliance," Calvin said. "We're going to vote together and get rid of Sasha. I mean, she's just too weird."
"Hm, alright," Keith said as he nodded.
"So, can we count on your vote?" Calvin asked.
"I make no promises, but I'll consider it," Keith said.
Meanwhile, Ilona was discussing with her team.
"So, we're in agreement?" she said. "Calvin goes tonight."
Everyone nodded.
"Misha?" Ilona added.
"I pinky promise," Misha said.
"And what about Keith?" Ilona asked.
"He's with us, don't worry," Stanley said, "I already talked with him."
"Good, that should give us the majority," Ilona declared.
"Unless a backstabber strikes again," Sasha exclaimed.
"Hm, I think I have a solution," Stanley said.
"What did you have in mind?" Ilona asked.
"Let's just say, I'll make Jojo an offer he can't refuse," Stanley chuckled.
Confessional:
Keith-So, they want Sasha gone? Well, I think I can do a little better than just vote for her.
Misha-Looks like I have to vote for Calvin tonight whether I want to or not. I can't risk standing out too much.
Stanley-It's time go to the next level with Jojo.
"Jojo!" Stanley exclaimed as he rushed over to the other boy. "I'm so glad I found you."
Stanley pulled Jojo in to a backwards hug.
"Um, what are you doing?" Jojo said incredibly uneasily.
"Well, I just finished talking with the girls and they're talking about voting me out," Stanley explained. "And I thought that I might never see you again."
"Oh…well, can you let go of me?" Jojo asked as he squirmed.
"Aw, don't you it?" Stanley asked as he traced his hands along Jojo's body.
"Let go of me," Jojo repeated as he tried to break free.
He only ended up stumbling forward and landing on his back. Stanley landed right on top of him. Stanley perched over him and grinned a creepy smile.
"Well, if I'm right about the votes, I guess this is goodbye," he said before giving him a playful kiss on the forehead.
When Stanley stood up, Jojo's face was bright scarlet.
Meanwhile, Keith had found Sasha alone.
"Oh, hi Sasha," he greeted. "Ilona send me to look for you."
"She did?" Sasha asked. "Does she have new commands?"
"Why yes, in fact she does," Keith said. "She says that she's decided to switch the vote to Jojo."
"Understood," Sasha said.
"But, make sure you don't tell anyone," Keith declared. "Ilona was very specific that it was a secret mission."
"Not a soul shall hear me speak," Sasha declared.
"Good, good," Keith said with a smile.
(Elimination Ceremony)
The team arrived at the Dock of Shame. Jojo was making sure that he was as far away as possible from Stanley.
"Monster Mountains," Chris greeted, "You had a good start, but suddenly you've hit a slump. Well, let's get on with it, shall we. First up…Ilona!"
Ilona caught her pinecone proudly.
"Next, Elijah," Chris continued.
"And Keith."
"Misha."
"Now, the next four of you all received votes," Chris said as he gestured at Stanley, Sasha, Calvin, and Jojo.
"Jojo, you didn't vote for Stanley, did you?" Calvin said suspiciously.
"Uh…um, a heh, oops," Jojo chuckled uneasily.
"Well, only one of you four is leaving tonight," Chris said. "And these two pinecones go to…"
"Jojo and Stanley."
Sasha looked slightly confused, Jojo looked incredibly disappointed.
"Oops, I must have miscounted," Stanley laughed.
"Well, now it just comes down to Sasha and Calvin," Chris said. "The final marshmallow goes to…"
Once again, Calvin found himself in a staring contest with his rival. This time, though, it was Sasha.
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"It's a tie!"
"What happens now?" Calvin asked.
"Don't worry, we have a tiebreaker planned for this sort of thing," Chris declared as he pushed a button.
Suddenly, something emerged from out of the water. It was a large, circular platform marked like a target. It alternated between black and white circles, around a red circle in the center.
"Sasha, Calvin, you each get one rock," Chris said as he placed a smooth stone in each of their hands. "You have to get them onto that target. The closest one to the center stays."
"Ladies first," Calvin said as he gestured for Sasha to step forward.
Sasha's eyes twinkled as she eyed the target. She backed up, then stepped forward. Then with a smooth motion she tossed her rock and skipped it along the water. It hit the target and slid across until it stopped, just inside the edge of the center.
"Ooh, that's going to be tough to beat," Chris remarked. "Calvin, you're up."
Calvin aimed his rock skillfully. Then he gave it a strong toss. It bounced once along the water before landing on the target. It slid across the platform slowly, but surely…
It entered the center circle…
It passed the center mark…
It tapped into Sasha's rock and…
Stopped.
"Calvin is the winner!" Chris declared. "Sasha, it's time for you to go."
Sasha showed no signs of sorrow or defeat though. She simply held her head proudly as she nodded farewell to her team.
"I'd like a word with my squire," she declared.
Stanley stepped forward and kneeled before her. Sasha pulled out a stick and placed it above his head.
"Sir Stanley, since the first day you proved to have all the qualities of a knight," Sasha declared regally. "It is with great honor that I call you my squire, and it is with even greater honor that I see you rise as a knight…Sir Stanley the Noble. Take my sword."
Stanley rose and accepted the stick.
"Stay strong," Sasha concluded. "Protect those close to you, and vanquish those who challenge you. I have complete faith in you."
She then turned to march down the Dock of Shame nobly. A majestic fanfare played as arrived at the edge of the dock.
"Farewell, Sir Stanley," she said as she raised he hand into a salute. "And farewell to all of my valiant allies."
With those final words she was launched into the air.
"Wasn't that dramatic?" Chris remarked. "And where is that music coming from?"
He turned to see Molotov holding a trumpet in the bushes.
"Well, you're down one more member, Monster Mountains," Chris declared. "Hopefully I want see you here again so soon."
(Monster Mountains Camp)
"Again, something went wrong," Stanley sighed as his group returned to their shelter. "I'm still trying to figure out what happened. I made sure that Jojo voted for me, and yet it seems like someone voted for him."
"I do not know what to say," Ilona said. "I was just as certain as you that we'd be seeing the end of Calvin."
"Misha?" Stanley asked.
"I can't break a pinky promise," Misha exclaimed innocently.
"Keith?" Stanley asked.
"I would never think of a backstabbing someone as wonderful as Sasha," Keith said. "You can trust me."
"I have seen you talking with the others from time to time," Ilona noted.
"Well, they're eager to get me into their alliance," Keith said. "But rest assured, I'm loyal to you. But I just stick with them to see what new information I can learn."
"Well, it's late, we can talk more tomorrow," Stanley said through a yawn.
Meanwhile, in the boys' shelter, Jojo was desperately trying to wipe off his forehead.
"What's your problem?" Elijah asked.
"He kissed me!" Jojo exclaimed hysterically. "He f**king kissed me!"
"Keep it together," Calvin said. "You can't let him get to you. That's exactly what he wants. If you just act like it doesn't bother you, he won't get the satisfaction."
"Right, I can do that," Jojo said as he sat down.
Immediately afterwards though he began slamming his forehead against the wall.
"Get it off, get it off!" he cried. "I feel so dirty."
(Raging Rivers)
Chris arrived with a spacious crate.
"Okay, get them in here," he said irritated. "I've got a long trip to make."
"When you get there, can you tell them that I said 'hi?'" Garfield requested.
"That wasn't part of the deal," Chris snapped.
As Chelsea and Matilda herded the chickens onto the crate, Riley hugged Tubsy-Wubsy goodbye.
"Well, you have a good time," he said. "Don't let anyone boss you around, if you feel like sleeping you go ahead and take a nap."
"Stunning advice from one idiot to another," Pamela scoffed.
As Chris left, Chelsea exclaimed, "Well team, that's our third victory in a row and the second time we didn't have to vote someone off. We're on a roll!"
Confessional:
Desdemona-Well, I'm safe for another night. But I'm seriously going to have to kick up my game if I want to stand a chance.
Pamela-I suppose I could act like I care about winning, that way they'll just be more surprised when I screw them all over.
Chelsea-We are raging, can't stop our rampaging, winning is a must, we'll leave you in the dust!
Votes:
Stanley-Calvin, there is no way you're getting out of this one.
Ilona-I don't know what happened last time, but this time I'm certain that Calvin will go.
Calvin-Goodbye, Sasha, freak.
Jojo-Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley!
Sasha-So, it is Jojo who shall take the fall today? So be it.
Elijah-So long, Sasha, you're pretty, but too weird for me.
Misha-If I don't vote for Calvin, people are going to get suspicious of me. Sorry.
Keith-I really did mean it when I said that value Sasha's good nature. It's a shame to see her go, but I am playing purely strategically, I can't let emotion throw me off.
(Conclusion)
"And it's goodbye to the memorable Lady Sasha," Chris wrapped up. "Her antics will be missed, but I'm certain that she won't be lying down on Not Quite Loser Island. Like she said, a good knight doesn't give up until the fight is over. Next time, we really take things up to another level. New alliances will be made as one member crosses over…to the dark side! Tune in next time for another Total…Drama…Stranded!"
(Not Quite Loser Island)
"Come on, I just want to touch it," Shannon whined.
"For the last time, I am not handing over the idol," Rusty declared as he sat down on a rock.
"Oh, be nice," Shannon pleaded. "Can you just let me see it?"
"No!" Rusty snapped.
"What are they arguing about?" Jason asked from the shelter. "I may be blind, but that doesn't mean I have super canine hearing."
"They are arguing about something trivial," Esme declared.
"Bah, I should have known that they'd be thinking about petty things," Jason scoffed.
"Wheeeee!" someone exclaimed as they landed in the sand. "Lady Sasha has arrived."
"Hm, it looks like it's that time again," Jason remarked.
"What awaits me in this domain?" Sasha said as she read the sign to herself. "Aha, so the journey is not over yet."
She broke off a branch from a nearby tree and brandished it proudly.
"Wherever adventure awaits me, I shall be there to look it in the eyes," Sasha declared. "I shan't let my spirit break, until I had holding the treasured idol in my hands."
"Ha, you're not going to get far with that stick," Rusty scoffed.
Sasha twirled around and jabbed the stick in front of his nose.
"Perhaps to a craven like you, but I am a warrior!" Sasha exclaimed. "And now if you'll excuse me, I have a journey to continue!"
With that she charged into jungle with determination.
Author's Note: Cue Homestuck style curtains and text reading, "End of Act One." Yeah, I'd like to think that this wraps up the first act. You've gotten to know all the major characters, and have seen how the game is played. Now things are really going to get serious as we pick up the pace.
Anyway, my intention with Sasha was to have a fun filler character. She accomplished that, but I think she ended up more fun than filler. It's a shame to see her go, but she went out as over the top as ever. Plus she's sure to have plenty of adventures on Not Quite Loser Island.