Disclaimer: Nothing here I own except for Leroy.
Leroy was snapped out of a certain thought when he heard DJ snoring. Right now, the gentle giant was fast asleep, while Duncan and Justin were playing a bit of soccer, with the ball repeatedly bouncing off DJ's butt. Owen, Izzy, Harold, and Leshawna were playing Go Fish, while he himself was leaning on the guys' trailer, glaring at Leshawna for the last five minutes.
"Izzy," Owen asked her, "do you have a BLT? Or I'll also take, the five?"
Izzy said nothing as she slammed Owen's cards down, then shuffled all of them like she was a pro at it.
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Harold- "Izzy thinks she's so cool, but did she spend three whole entire summers at Magic Steve's Magic Camp? Allow me to demonstrate my mad magic skills by producing the Ace of Spades!" (he instead pulls out a picture of him covering his crotch with a pillow from 'If You Can't Take The Heat…') "Oh, heh-heh. Hey, how did that get in there?"
Lindsay came over with a basket of sandwiches, while holding one in her hand.
"I can't believe you managed to steal these from lunch!" she exclaimed as she ate a sandwich. "Yummers!"
"I call this the Egg Salad Fireworks!" Beth announced as she took out several of them and threw them in the air. "Drumroll!"
Leroy took out his phone and played a drumroll tune. Beth opened her mouth, expecting the sandwiches to land in it, but instead they landed in Owen's arms as he ran.
"Owen! Stop stealing my sammys!" Beth scolded.
"What're you talking about?" Owen lied, mouth half-full.
"You disgust me, Owen." Leshawna commented, mouth also half-full.
"Yeah, what kind of pig are you?" Heather asked, also eating a sandwich.
"You're all stealing them?!" Beth yelled.
"Chef's food has gotten so good!" Justin exclaimed, mouth half-full as well.
DJ's snoring pierced the air, as Duncan, Justin, and Leroy all looked at him.
"Wonder why the guy's asleep right now?" Leroy asked curiously.
"This is fun, huh bestie?" Beth said to Lindsay. "Imagine if there was no challenge today."
"Oh my gosh! We could totally just hang out!" Lindsay said. "And we'll braid each other's hair, I would love that, bestie!"
Leroy smirked mischievously and dialed a number on his phone. "Yeah Chris? I have reason to believe they're asking for it…"
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Leroy- "This is for ruining our perfectly good prank!"
Sure enough, the loudspeakers whined. "Attention all Total Drama Victims!" Chris announced. "Please meet me in the northeast corner of the Studio Palooza! Bring lozenges, the screaming's gonna hurt!"
Beth gulped. "There is a challenge! Just promise we can still do the hair braiding?" she asked Lindsay.
"I think I'll do it fresh!" Lindsay responded.
Leroy followed the contestants to the top of the hill where Chris told them to wait. A while passed and he still hadn't shown up.
"We walked all the way over here and Lieutenant Slick can't even be bothered to show up?" Heather complained.
"Maybe he's racked up too much overtime, figuring out new ways to torture us." Justin suggested.
A loud scream interrupted their conversation as Chris suddenly fell out of nowhere and seemingly impaled himself on a stage light as what looked like blood splattered everywhere. The sight of this caused every contestant to scream, except Beth, who only let out a loud wheeze.
Justin waved a hand in front of Chris' unresponsive face. "Huh, guess the producers don't like paying him overtime." He guessed.
"I'm worth every dime!" Chris said as he suddenly got up and took the stage light off him, revealing it to be a prop.
"Aw man, I was just gonna call dibs on your boat!" Duncan groaned.
"It's the magic of cinema, boys and girls!" Chris continued. "I'm absolutely perfectly Chrissily fine! Wanna see how it's done?"
"NO!" Every contestant shouted in unison.
Chris decided to explain anyway. "Our effects team seals fake blood into a thin membrane of plastic, called a 'squib'. This little baby bursts on impact! An old-fashioned optical illusion helps so that I didn't fail!"
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Leroy- "Wanna try and make your own horror movie stunt? Now you can, with the new LeroyTech Squibs!" (holds up one of the squibs, with two lightning bolts forming a captial 'L' logo) "Just be careful, 'cause these things are fragile!" (he squezzes and pops it, and some of the fake blood gets into his eye, causing him to scream in pain) "YAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"Can we just get on with this?" Duncan asked.
"I can't believe you're unscarable!" Lindsay gasped at Beth. "You didn't even scream!"
"I did on the inside. I just can't do it on the outside." Beth explained.
"Huh?"
"When I was 10, and they were doing my tonsillectomy," Beth explained, "there was a freak accident and the doctor's earring fell in my throat. Can't scream worth a darn."
"Get out!"
"Serious."
"Wait, you were that girl in the earring incident my doctor told me?" Leroy asked incredulously.
"Yep." Beth replied.
"Woah." Was all Leroy could say.
"Time for today's wholly terrifying blood-hurdling horror movie challenge!" Chris announced. "To figure out which team gets which challenge: a scream-off! Think of every great horror movie you've ever seen!"
"Oh my gosh you guys," Izzy piped up, "did you see that one with the possessed rug that learned to walk and smother cats, or did I make that up?"
"All horror movies have one thing in common: fantastic screaming from actors, and the killers who snuff them." Chris continued. Justin looked visibly shocked. "Each team, pick a serial killer. The rest of you will be the screamers. If your serial killer can make you scream the loudest, your team wins!"
"Whoever ends up being the killer for their team," Leroy instructed, "must wear the hockey mask." He held out two hockey masks and tossed them to the teams. "So, get picking!"
Both teams went down the hill to discuss who will be their killer as Leroy followed them. He decided to look at the Gaffers first.
"We have to pick Duncan, of course." He heard Heather say. "Have you ever seen someone so serial killer-y?"
"I'm terrified of him on a daily basis." Harold shivered.
"Plus, he nailed all the other acting challenges." Leshawna added.
Heather handed the mask over to Duncan, but Chef snatched it out of her hand.
"DJ's gotta do it!" Chef insisted.
"But it's the first time our team's ever agreed on anything!" Harold objected.
"DJ is doing it!" Chef demanded.
"Listen, Chef," Duncan said, "maybe you can stick to your area of expertise with the sandwiches, and I'll stick to mine."
Chef responded by hoisting him up into the air and twisting his arm backwards. "Do you like having your arms attached to your torso?"
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Duncan- "Arms are good. They throw things, feed you things, they're something to put in your sleeves, and if there's one thing I learned in Home Ed Class, always listen to the dude with the knives."
Chef tossed Duncan aside and shoved the mask in DJ's hands.
"Since when does Chef interfere in challenges?" Leshawna questioned. "Smells kinda funny to me."
"Oh, that's me, sorry." Harold admitted as he pulled a squished sandwich out of his pocket. "I was saving them for later."
Leroy walked up to Chef. "I know about this whole alliance thing, but isn't this a little too much?" he asked.
"I don't care!" Chef barked. "I'm tryin' to turn him into a man here!"
"But you're really kinda forcing it on him here-"
"Doesn't matter! He's going to become a man and win that million, whether he likes it or not!"
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Leroy- "I'm starting to doubt Chef's methods in his alliance with DJ. I mean, he's more scared than scary! And considering the challenge…"
"You guys gotta let me be the killer!" Leroy heard Justin say. "The mask offers good protection for my beautiful face!"
Lindsay raised a finger to speak, but Izzy interrupted her. "Okay, I am such the better scarer." The redhead said. "My own dog is terrified of me, okay?"
"You're cute as a bug in a rug." Owen said to her.
"Hey, you guys," Lindsay tried to get their attention. "Um, Beth?"
"Later, Lindsay." Justin said. "I wanna be the killer, 'kay? And that's it."
"But look at my scary face!" Izzy exclaimed as she made a face that was more silly than scary.
"D'aww, that's not scary, that's adorable!" Owen cooed and Izzy turned around and growled at him. "This is a scary face!"
"BETH IS GOING TO BE OUR SERIAL KILLER AND THAT IS THAT!" Lindsay suddenly bellowed, silencing everyone. "Beth's a non-screamer! We have to have her as the killer or we're going down!" she reasoned.
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Lindsay- "Can I just tell you, that felt so delicious! It was almost better than being pretty! Well, almost."
Leroy approached Chris. "Okay, for the Gaffers, it's DJ, and for the Grips, it's Beth." He said.
"Okay." Chris said. "Tell them to meet me inside the studio."
"Attention," Leroy announced to the contestants, "Head inside studio H9 in five!"
5 minutes later
Leroy held a customized tablet that resembled a clipboard, which he called the 'Randomizer Clipboard'. He put the names of the screamer-contestants and pressed the shuffle button. Two names popped out.
"Will Harold and Justin please step up to the night forest set?" he announced.
Said contestants did so. Meanwhile, Leroy led the scarers backstage.
"Okay, all you have to do is just give your teammates a good, loud scare." He instructed them before heading off to grab a nearby device he had brought in earlier.
The invention in question was a large metal box with a bar meter, while a microphone attached to a satellite dish was connected to it via a cord.
"Alright, Justin and Harold," Chris said while sitting in a director's chair. "prepare yourselves for your killers to enter. And then, I want huge, massive, ginormous screams! We'll be measuring the volume on our Scream-O-Meter!"
Leroy pushed the device closer to the stage, which was apparently the Scream-O-Meter.
"Loudest scream wins this round!" Leroy announced.
"Lights, camera, action!" Chris yelled.
First off, Beth decided to do the classic come-from-behind trick as she put on her mask and let out a loud 'Boo!' from a bush behind Justin.
"Ahh, I'm so scared!" Justin let out an unconvincing scream. Unsurprisingly, the meter on the device showed a low score, staying in the green area.
"You call that a scream?" Leroy deadpanned.
"I'm sorry, I just can't risk my pipes any further," Justin replied. "What good is a face like this without my warm, yet manly tones to back it up?"
Meanwhile, on the Gaffer side, DJ looked around nervously from behind a tree.
"I don't think I can do this." he said.
Chef let out a loud roar behind him, causing him to run frantically and bump into Harold.
"Oh, hey DJ." Harold greeted. "What's up?"
Chef nodded from behind the tree, as DJ hastily put on his mask and let out a loud growl.
Harold screamed loudly, at least loud enough for the meter to reach the red area.
"With a solid 50 on the Scream-O-Meter, let's notch one up for DJ, Harold, and the Screaming Gaffers!" Chris announced.
Leroy shot a disapproving look at Chef for practically forcing DJ to be the scarer. He then grabbed two portable toilets and placed them on the set as he rolled the Randomizer Clipboard again until he came up with two names.
"Leshawna and Lindsay, step into one of these portable toilets for the next round!" Leroy called.
Both contestants went inside as Leroy activated two Intern's Eye cameras that he placed inside beforehand.
"There is some serious indignity going on in this scenario," Leroy saw Leshawna say from the Gaffer feed, "I mean, I'm being filmed sitting on the potty!"
"That was an accidental tinkle onscreen last season," Leroy heard Lindsay say on the Grip feed, "I'm not doing it again. And how am I supposed to be scared when I know Beth is coming in any minute, and she's not scary at-"
At that moment, Beth suddenly burst through the door and let out a growl, and Lindsay screamed.
Meanwhile, on the Gaffer feed, DJ burst through the door, but cringed in embarrassment.
"Oh, I-uh I'm sorry," DJ blurted out. "I busted in on your private moment. Why is my face red?"
"You wanna win?" Leshawna asked in annoyance. "Do the scene, DJ!"
DJ let out a weak growl in response.
Meanwhile, on the Grip feed, Lindsay's recorded scream caused the meter on the Scream-O-Meter to rise to the red area. A peeing sound was heard before Lindsay wailed, raising it again.
"You are doing so good!" Beth took off her mask, "I'm not even being scary anymore, look!"
On the Gaffer feed, Leshawna was giggling.
"I'm sorry," she blurted, "I'm supposed to be afraid of this marshmallow? This big ol' kitten DJ?" she burst out in laughter.
"And that's Round 2 to Beth, Lindsay, and the Killer Grips, with a pee-fueled 85 on the Scream-O-Meter!" Chris announced.
"Alright, the rest of you," Leroy addressed Owen, Izzy, Duncan, and Heather, "proceed to the home couch set for the tiebreaker round!" the four contestants did so.
Leroy still heard Leshawna laughing from the cubicle. Annoyed that she didn't even try to scream, he took out a rubber spider from his jacket pocket and tossed it inside, causing her to scream very loudly and run out. Satisfied, he went pushed the Scream-O-Meter to the designated set himself.
At the home couch set, Owen and Izzy were up first.
"Alright guys, this is the tiebreaker scene. You're gonna have to act your faces off!" Chris instructed them.
Owen took one look at the script he was given. "Oh boy, I'm not the world's greatest actor."
Izzy also read the script she was given. "How horror movie is this? We have to make out."
"I love this business!" Owen cheered. "Hubba hubba!"
Both of them dived at each other and began to lock lips.
"Awkward…" Chris commented.
Meanwhile, on the Gaffer side, Heather looked at the script and her eyes widened.
"No, no, no, I would rather die." She said.
"That's two of us, lady." Duncan added.
Chris looked between the two of them. "Don't forget kiddies, it's a million bucks!"
Both of them had reluctant looks on their faces before they came closer. As soon as their lips touched, they reeled back in disgust.
"Eyugh! You taste like street!" Heather screamed. "My lips may never recover!"
Neither of them noticed a knife-wielding DJ behind them.
Meanwhile, in the Grip side, Beth snuck up behind Owen and Izzy, wielding a similar knife.
"I'm gonna chop you into little teriyaki bits!" she yelled. Neither of them were paying attention to her. "Um, guys?"
"Oh. Aaah." Owen and Izzy 'screamed'; clearly they were more interested in making out. Beth dropped her knife in exasperation.
Leroy noticed someone approach the Gaffer side. It was Chef, who was wielding a chainsaw and wearing a hockey mask. He roared and all three of the present Gaffers screamed. DJ in particular screamed the loudest and fainted. The Scream-O-Meter recorded their screams and the meter was raised to the max.
"Well, looks to me like DJ and the well-named Screaming Gaffers have won this one, seeing as they buried the needle." Chris declared.
Leroy, having had enough of Chef's meddling with the challenge, called a number on his cellphone.
"Yes, I would like to report a case of illegal direct interference," he said.
A few moments later, Chris' cellphone rang and he answered the call.
"Uh-huh, okay. Chef, that was the producers." The host told the hulking man, "you've been called in for a disciplinary meeting due to your actions."
Leroy glared at Chef as he left, grumbling. He then went over to the unconscious DJ.
The rest of the Gaffers and even the Grips came over to DJ, all looking concerned.
"Is he breathing?" Beth asked.
"I think he's saying something!" Leshawna said.
"Mama?" he mumbled. "I'm here! Mama!"
"Wha...?" Leroy asked in confusion.
"It's me, mama! It's poopydoo! Your little Devon Joseph poopydoo!" DJ continued to mumble.
Annoyed, Heather walked over and slapped him awake.
"I need to see Chef!" DJ suddenly said before Heather slapped him again.
"Heather!" Leshawna scolded.
"What? He's still talking crazy!" she replied.
"Chef's in a meeting with the producers," Chris answered DJ, "a disciplinary meeting. He's in trouble! Not allowed to mess with the challenges!"
"I knew something was up!" Leshawna exclaimed.
"You're like Albert Einstein," Harold complimented her, "with better hair, and girly bits."
"Moving right along," Chris began, "It's time to pack up those overnight bags, loser Grips! You and your sleeping bags are spending the night in the dining hall!"
The Killer Grips all frowned at this.
"Gaffer winners, back to the comfort of the trailers for a little R&R!" Chris continued. "I'll see you there in half an hour!"
Leroy decided to just head back to his trailer to rest for a while.
30 minutes later
Leroy arrived at the craft services tent, where the Killer Grips have already gathered.
"This isn't such a bad place to spend the night," Owen said, "It's full of good memories…of food."
"More than memories!" Izzy piped up from behind a table, "I just found half a piece of cheesecake under here!"
"I think I love you!" Owen said.
"Guys," Chris interrupted, "you mind joining us here?" He was seated on a stool, with the rest of the Grips sitting around him on the floor. "I'm about to tell you why this film lot was abandoned and closed!"
"Because it's a death trap?" Justin replied.
"Hush, my child. This film lot is perfectly safe on this plane. But in the other dimension…" Leroy turned off the lights as Chris turned on a flashlight for horrific effect, "Ronnita the Rent-A-Cop, a dedicated security guard who worked here for 25 loyal years, until her mysterious death, right here, on THIS VERY SPOT! Now, her desperate and uneasy spirit walks the lot. No one has ever managed to spend a whole night in this craft service tent-"
"Because they were killed by falling sets?" Justin interrupted.
"Because, of the HAUNTING!" Chris continued. "Your task: Spend the whole night here, without leaving this tent. If you manage to do so, your team gets invincibility and nobody goes home. Track any psychic phenomenon using these ghost meters," he pointed to a bunch of devices on a table, "and just in case…" he appeared to hand Beth his flashlight, but instead gave her a tinier one.
"Gee, thanks." She said sarcastically.
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Leroy- "Those ghost meters are really just prototypes of the Paranormal Detector device that I'm trying to build. In other words, those pieces of junk don't work properly."
Leroy exited the tent with Chris.
"Was that security guard ghost story true?" the inventor asked him.
"Meh. I think it was a rumor, I don't know." Chris answered.
Soon, they arrived at the trailers, where all the Gaffers have gathered.
"The Killer Grips are sitting in the craft services tent like sitting ducks." Chris said. "Your task is to make like special effects gurus and frighten the pants off them. Or at least scare theme enough to get them out of the tent before dawn."
"How are we supposed to scare them?" Heather asked.
"It's your call. But, if you get them out, your team wins invincibility and nobody goes home. Oh, just so you know, I told them some cockimaney story about a security guard who died on set." He chuckled as he left.
"How are we gonna pull this off?" DJ asked.
"Just turn out the lights. Beth's afraid of her own shadow!" Leshawna suggested.
"Chainsaws! I love a good chainsaw." Duncan said excitedly.
"I got it!" Harold exclaimed. The Gaffers shrugged as they followed him to the craft services tent.
Leroy sat on a rock as he activated two Intern's eye cameras and sent them to follow both teams. By then, on the Gaffer feed, the Gaffers in question have grouped outside the tent.
"Thank you, my lovely assistants," Harold said. He was holding a sheet that was attached to the hook of a fishing rod, which DJ was holding. "now, the Magnificent Harold is ready to scare our opponents into submission, with the Phantasm Ball!" he held up the sheet covering the ball.
"I can't believe we're putting our team's faith in the hands of the Great Dorko." Duncan complained.
"You will quake, mortal," Harold responded, "before all I've learned at Magic Steve's Magic Camp! Behold!"
DJ raised up the 'Phantasm Ball'. Duncan and Leshawna looked at each other skeptically.
Leroy switched to the Grip cam. The Killer Grips were playing Go Fish to pass the time.
"Do you have a seven?" Owen asked Lindsay.
"How do you always know?" she wondered. "It's like you're psychotic!"
Just then, Beth wheezed.
"I know, right Beth? Owen, totally got SNP!"
Beth wheezed again and pointed at the 'Phantasm Ball', which DJ had lowered into the tent.
Owen, Justin, Izzy, and Beth screamed (wheezed again in the latter's case) and began to bolt for the exit.
Lindsay held up one of the ghost meters. "Wait!" she said. "I said WAIT!"
The Grips suddenly stopped in their tracks. "The ghost meters aren't reading a thing!" Lindsay exclaimed.
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Lindsay- "I am really grooving on this 'suggesting' business. I think it totally fits me! With Trent out of the game, I'm kinda leading my team. How'd you like me now, Heather?"
Lindsay stood up on a table and set a hand on the Phantasm Ball.
"Tangy salt vinegar, she's gonna die!" Owen screamed.
She simply pulled off the sheet, revealing a soccer ball underneath it.
"Oh my gosh, it's just a trick!" Beth exclaimed.
On the Gaffer feed, Harold put a finger to his chin as Duncan walked over and kicked him in the kiwis.
"You stuck a hook in my soccer ball?" he asked angrily.
"It was all in the name of magic!" Harold raised a finger. "You have to admit, it was quite-"
Duncan shoved his hand away. "Zip it, Harry Houd-weenie. I'm taking charge now.
Leroy had the camera follow the Gaffers into the tent, where Duncan grabbed bottles of ketchup and corn syrup and mixed their contents in a bowl. Duncan stuck a finger in the bloodlike mixture and tasted it.
"Hmm, needs more corn syrup. It's not quite scabby enough." He commented.
"I'll get you some." DJ said as he walked off.
"Respect, Duncan," Leshawna complimented, "It really looks like blood!"
"Devil's night, my brothers and I used to wait outside kindergarten with this goop dripping off us, ha! One year I gave a bunch of five-year olds seizures!" he told them.
"And, respect deleted." Leshawna said flatly.
DJ came back with a bottle of corn syrup and handed it over to Duncan.
"You really know your way around the kitchen, huh?" Harold told DJ. The latter sheepishly shrugged.
Heather took the bowl and went over to a large piece of wood that was covering the service window connecting the kitchen and the dining area. Duncan peeked through the curtains covering the door.
Leroy looked at the Grip feed and saw that the Grips have gone back to playing Go Fish.
"Do you have a 10?" Beth asked Justin.
"Maybe. Care to make it interesting?" Justin said before he suddenly flinched at the sight of the 'blood' that Heather was pouring down the wall.
The Grips began to bolt for the exit again.
"Wait," Lindsay sniffed the air. "What do you smell?"
"Fear," Owen replied, "and fear smells like…ketchup?"
"Exactly! Lick the wall, Owen!"
Owen shook his head.
"I said, LICK THE WALL, OWEN!"
"Wow, when you're freaking me out, it's time to cash in the chips!" Izzy whimpered.
Lindsay wiped off some of the 'blood' with her finger and smeared it on Owen's mouth. Owen licked it up. "Mmm, tasty!" Owen began licking the wall as Lindsay smiled triumphantly.
Duncan frowned as he retreated behind the curtains.
"Anyone else have any brilliant ideas?" Heather asked angrily. "Anybody who's not Duncan?"
"DJ hasn't said anything," Leshawna spoke up, "and anybody that quiet's gotta be thinking something."
"I don't like scaring people." DJ admitted. "Momma said it's not gentlemanly and-"
"Well, 'Momma' ain't here, is she?"
"And Papa Duncan wants to win and go to bed! So?"
DJ hung his head in defeat.
A few minutes later, Leroy looked at the Grip feed and saw that they have once again went back to playing Go Fish.
"Gimme all your twos!" Lindsay demanded. Suddenly, the lights went out, courtesy of Duncan, who, Leroy saw on the Gaffer feed pull down a switch.
"Um, is it okay if I give you my twos later?" Leroy saw Beth ask on the Grip feed.
"Night has fallen." Duncan whispered into a walkie-talkie.
Leroy moved the Gaffer camera into the kitchen, where the rest of the members also had walkie-talkies.
"Excellent work, Eclipse." DJ whispered back. "Foxy Lady, you there?"
Leroy moved the cam outside, where Leshawna was waiting with a megaphone.
"Foxy Lady, at the ready." She affirmed.
"Remember, everyone," Leroy saw Lindsay say on the Grip cam, "This is just Chris trying to scare us, and Lindsay's team doesn't give up!"
"Lindsay's team?" Izzy questioned.
Leroy saw Leshawna make some ghastly noises into her megaphone as he saw Harold lower Heather, dressed in a security guard uniform, via roped from the ceiling. Heather flailed about wildly, scaring Izzy.
"That's a go for Magic Harold and his charming assistant." Harold whispered into his walkie-talkie.
"It's a poltergeist!" Izzy screamed.
"Poltergeist!" Owen repeated as the grips darted out of the tent, save for Lindsay.
"Wait! The ghost meter's still aren't going off!" she said.
DJ threw a fork at the device, causing it to beep repeatedly. Lindsay screamed and ran out of the tent.
"And that's how we win it!" Leshawna declared as Lindsay ran off.
Leroy looked up and saw the Grips heading towards him and knocking him over as they shivered behind him.
"Relax, Fraidy Grips," Leroy got up and assured them, "it wasn't a poltergeist. You just got punked by the Screaming Gaffers!" he pointed to the tent, where the Gaffers have regrouped and cheered.
"Their challenge was to try and scare you outta the tent," Leroy explained to them. "And since they succeeded, they win invincibility, and I'll be seeing you all in the Gilded Chris Ceremony in a few hours!"
At the Gilded Chris Ceremony, Leroy played the theme, as usual, as the Grips pressed the buttons on their voting devices.
"And now, Fraidy Cat Grips," Chris said from his podium, "It's time to announce who will not win a Gilded Chris this week! Who deserves to go home, bitterly disappointed, tears in their eyes?"
A scowling Chef, having just returned from his disciplinary meeting, walked up with the vote results.
"And the Gilded Chrises go to…Izzy!"
"Beth!"
"Owen!"
All three got Gilded Chrises in that order.
"Still on the chopping block:" Chris continued, "Lindsay and Justin!"
"What? I can't be going! Why would people be mad at me?" Lindsay asked. "Beth?"
"You were a little…" Beth gulped, "…bossy."
"Hellooo, it's called leadership!"
"And the final Gilded Chris goes to…"
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"Stop!"
All heads turned towards DJ and the Screaming Gaffers, who have somehow arrived onstage.
"I'm gonna do what I should've done long ago," DJ continued, "make momma proud. I'm voting myself off!"
"DJ!" Chef chuckled nervously, "Why don't you and I have a little chat before you do anything stupid?"
"No, Chef!" DJ rebuked, "I'm not listening anymore! Chef and me, we had an illegal alliance."
Everyone, except for Leroy, gasped.
"He's been tutoring me in tough, coaching me through the challenges. I'll miss you all."
"Wait, you've been cooking all the delicious food?" Owen asked. "The pizza? The cheesecake? The sandwiches?!"
"Dude, you can't leave!" Duncan said.
"Yeah, can't we just vote off Chef instead?" Justin suggested. Chef growled.
"Sorry, but you gotta make it right, for momma." DJ answered. Several of the contestants let out an 'awww' at that.
Leroy walked up to him. "Are you sure you wanna quit? Because this will count as an official elimination, and you can't come back."
"I know, and I've made up my mind already." DJ answered.
"Ookay then. Bye." Leroy said as DJ made his way to the Lame-O-Sine."
"Well, Killer Grips," Leroy addressed the losing team, "count yourselves lucky tonight. Especially you, Lindsay, you would've gone home tonight."
Lindsay gasped as Leroy decided to leave for his trailer. He had a few 'unfinished jobs' to do.
I just really hope that I'll be able to get better at this.
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