(a/n) hey, sorry it took a while to get this chapter up. dunno why it took as long as it did, but it did. anyway, here's the latest chapter... oh, and one more thing. I don't really have a lot of time on my hands anymore so I'm discontinuing the artwork. sorry, but it must be done. I may do one more piece, but it wont be anything specific. dont worry though, the story still goes strong.
Episode 9: Welcome Home Psycho Chef Part 1
"Decided to show up today, did we Steve?" Chris questioned as he walked onto the dock of shame for that morning recap shoot. "Sorry about shooting your camera in the water yesterday, but I was told to shoot at the camera."
"You do realize they could've just acted like you were shooting. We could've added the paint in special effects." Steve grumbled as he set up the camera.
"Yeah…" Chris admitted with a grin. "But that was way more fun. So where were you anyway?"
"The producers sent me with the crew to get all of the supplies for today's challenge." Steve explained. "'Course, that only took us a couple hours. But we got the best stuff we could and the bosses were impressed so they gave us the rest of the day off."
"Great…" Chris grumbled. "First you and the rest of the crew split on me, then Chef decides to take a vacation. Do you know what it's like to have to watch after sixteen whining teenagers?"
"No." Steve admitted. "But I know worse. You ever hear of a show called John and Kate Plus Eight? Well, I shot a few episodes of that and those little monsters are evil… we're ready in five… four… three… two…"
"Last time, on Total Drama Dynamite…" Chris announced to the camera as the red light flashed on and Steve gave him a thumbs up. "Our remaining campers were sent into the woods for the most exciting of activities… shooting each other! Relax, they were using paint… The Raging Moose gained an early lead when Nicholas sniped down three of their players quick, but he was unfortunately taken out soon after. It wasn't long before good old Nick got an idea and had his alliance members guard while he used his ammo to make a paint bomb… which Ashlynn and Penny stole. Owned! And what could possibly make Nick's day worse? Well, he spilled the beans about his alliance to Sakura which got her pretty mad. Then she told everyone else. Unfortunately, while the five remaining Eagles were arguing amongst themselves, the Moose were surrounding them which resulted in Nick, Harper, and Ayame being shot. This left only the feuding Jason and Sakura to defend their team while Russell, the mastermind behind the plan, and the rest of the Moose kicked the Eagles while they were down. Amazingly Jason and Sakura managed to take out most of the other team, but in the end Penny used the stolen bomb on them, leaving Ashlynn the only remaining player. With the Moose finally grasping victory, the Eagles were forced to send Nick home for his so called betrayal. Harsh much?
"Today, the crew, me, and Chef if he comes back feel like kicking back and having fun. So what do we have planned for our lucky campers? Well, let's just say that the winners of today's challenge are going to be glad they did. Find out what the hell I'm talking about today on Total… Drama… Dynamite!" The annual explosions went off along the beach and Steve shut off the camera.
"You really like milking this don't you?" Steve asked.
"Are you kidding?" Chris questioned. "I'm only so enthusiastic because I'm paid to be."
~LATER~
"Is something wrong, TJ?" Kyra asked. "You're not acting like yourself."
"It's nothing." TJ said, lying back on the dock of shame. "I'm just kinda bummed is all. Except for us, no one on the team really trusts each other anymore… That and I haven't partied since I got here." He smiled and looked over to her, managing to spot the chuckled she was trying to hold back.
They were sitting on the dock of shame, hanging out with the other team since everyone else on their team had basically turned against each other. Sakura had gone on a rampage at first, determined to find out who the others in Nicks alliance were. But after the first day or so she seemed content with just silently glaring at people and mysteriously leaving the cabin late at night daily. Jason would sit around camp playing his guitar for hours at a time, giving a death glare to any of his team mates that passed by. Lena continued to stalk Chris, but other than that wasn't her usual talkative self, tree hugging self. Carolina was no constantly on her cell phone, talking to her friends back in Spain, always talking in Spanish so that no one could listen in. Other than TJ and Kyra, the only people who seemed not to have a grudge against anyone were Ayame and Harper, but those two still kept their distance from the others and each other.
"Well, what do you expect?" Kyra questioned, getting back on topic. "Nick basically was plotting against us, or Sakura is blowing this way out of proportion… and there are still more members of his alliance left on the team and they won't step forward. We can't trust the soldier next to us. For all I know you could be one of them… you're not, right?"
"Of course not." TJ assured her. "And even if I was, you're the last person I want to get rid of."
Kyra smiled at him and put her arm around his shoulder. But her smile faded quickly as Tak and Russell came racing by them on jet skis, sending a wave of water splashing over them. Kyra immediately gasped and glared at the two knuckleheads as they raced away. "Thanks a lot, jerks!" she shouted, shaking her fist. "I'm soaking wet now."
At that point Penny, Dylan, and Ashlynn floated by, laughing. "That just made my day." Dylan chuckled. Kyra proceeded to take off one of her boots and throw it at him, nailing him in the head. Strangely, it bounced right off of him and flew back to Kyra who easily caught it in the same hand.
"How'd you do that?" TJ asked.
"I'm a brown belt." Kyra explained.
"They teach you how to bounce shoes off of peoples heads in karate?" TJ questioned.
"Just shut up and help him out of the water before I do the same to you." Kyra said, smiling and grinding her knuckles over the top of his head. "I think I might've left a nasty welt."
"I can vouch for that." Dylan said groggily as Penny and Ashlynn helped him over to the dock. TJ pulled him out of the water. Sure enough, there was a huge red spot on his forehead. "You realize this entitles me too one free revenge, right?"
"Bring it, Richard Simmons." Kyra chuckled.
"Oh, a gay joke. Classy. That brings you up to two." Dylan said before walking off, heading back to the Moose cabin to lie down.
"Should I be scared?" Kyra questioned.
"Nah." TJ assured her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He can try to get back at you as much as he wants… I'll be there to protect you every time."
"Aww…" Kyra said, moving closer to him. "That is so corny, you big dork."
~ELSEWHERE~
"So, what do you think?" Harper asked. Ayame crossed her arms and thought about it for a moment, trying to think of any other option. "C'mon, Ayame. It's getting too dangerous for us as it is. If we disband the alliance we'll at least have less to worry about. Plus, with Nick gone there's only two of us, and frankly two people against six isn't going to make much of a dent in the voting."
Ayame sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She and Harper were once again at their usual meeting spot, the bonfire. Ayame was sitting on one of the stumps while Harper was leaning against Chris's podium. "I guess you're right." Ayame admitted. "But still, the damage is already done. Unless we come out and tell the others that we were, key word being were, in Nick alliance then everyone is still not going to trust each other. And I'm sorry, but I'm not risking one hundred grand just to get my competition to trust each other."
"Hey, I'm competition and you don't seem to have a problem trusting me." Harper said.
"I wonder why that is." Ayame said, smiling at him mischievously.
Harpers face flushed red and he leaned back a little more, resulting in the Chris's podium falling backwards, taking Harper with it. He landed hard on his back, resulting in the wind being knocked out of him. "Ah!" he groaned, pressing his hands over his ribs.
Ayame raced to his side. "Are you all right?" she asked frantically.
"I'll be fine." He said as Ayame helped him sit up. "Just…" He trailed off as he noticed the look on Ayame's face. She was genuinely concerned for him. Harper's face went red again and he felt his heart begin to beat faster. "… just… let me catch my breath."
Ayame's concerned expression faded away into a relieved smile. "No." she said.
"Wha…" Harper started, but before he could finish that one word Ayame had leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Harper could barely believe what was happening, and by the time he could comprehend it Ayame had already pulled away.
"You're a big klutz, you know that?" Ayame asked, smiling.
"Yeah, what of it?" Harper laughed.
"Hey, you know what I just realized?"
"You just kissed someone who can barely talk to you."
Ayame laughed. "Close… You aren't running your sentences together anymore."
"Thanksforremindingme." Harper growled, glaring at her.
"Oh, relax, will you?" Ayame said, pulling him closer. "I think it's kind of kawaii." With that she stood, helping Harper, who was still breathing heavily from his fall, to his feet. "Now c'mon. It must be nearly lunch time and I hope whatever Carolina has thrown together isn't as bad as Chef's usual… er, I don't want to say food."
"Probably a good idea." Harper said as they headed for the mess hall, hand in hand.
~ELSEWHERE~
"Wonder what today's challenge is going to be." Allister thought out loud.
"I could probably give an answer, but my heads still a mess from that boot to the head earlier." Dylan said. "Remind me to steal all of Kyra's shoes and throw them in a fire."
"Is that really a worth while revenge?" Nicholas questioned.
"Trust me." Dylan said. "I know how women think… sort of."
Dylan, Allister and Nicholas were all heading for the mess hall, expecting that Chris would ask everyone to report there soon anyway to announce that day's challenge. Plus they were getting hungry. They had no idea what Carolina was cooking, but whatever it was smelled delicious. Half of their team agreed that Chef going on vacation was the best thing that had happened since they'd arrived on the island. In the three days since the paintball challenge, every meal Carolina had served for the other campers had been exquisite to say the least. They way she explained it, she's rich. All she had to do was make one phone call and her parents had sent half a dozen professional cooks to the island.
When the three boys entered the mess hall, they were surprised to find that a lot of the other campers were already there. As expected, Chris was already there, thumbing through a few papers while Lena starred at him with a crazed look in her eye. Carolina and her cooks were in back getting lunch ready. Surprisingly, however, was that Allister was already there, sitting at the Moose team table and flipping carelessly through a magazine while Mr. Muggles lay at his feet, snoozing. At the Eagle team's table Jason sat quietly, reading a comic book titled "Deadpool" and occasionally glaring at the other two at the table; Ayame and Harper. Those two were sitting at the other end of the table talking casually and sitting next to each other rather closely. Dylan knew what was going on with them immediately and started clapping.
"Way to go!" he said while clapping. "Who would've guessed it, ninja girl and the klutz are the first hook up of the season. Bravo, I say, bravo!"
~CONFESSIONAL CAM~
"Dylan's right. Who would've guessed it?" Jason said to the camera. "With the shape our team is in, I'm surprised anyone's speaking to each other… Something smells fishy, and it's not this rank outhouse."
~END CONFESSIONAL~
Nicholas and Allister watched Ayame and Harper skeptically for a moment. Upon realizing that Dylan's words were true, their eyes widened and their jaws dropped. "Really?" they said in unison. "Them?"
"It's true." Ayame said, pulling Harper into a hug and kissing him on the cheek, causing him to blush.
"Trust me; I'm as shocked as you guys are." Harper said, scratching the back of his head. "Not that I'm disappointed or anything."
"So how long have you been rocking his world?" Dylan chuckled, sitting at his teams table but as close to the new couple as possible.
Both of them glared at him. "First off, I'm not rocking anyone's world, perv." Ayame growled. Yet. She mentally noted. "And second off, if you're asking how long we've been together… about five minutes."
With that said and done they went back to their own conversation while Nicholas and Allister sat on either side of Dylan. "I think they look good together." Allister said.
"Yeah." Dylan agreed. "Kinda puts romance in the air, doesn't it."
Allister sighed. "Dylan, I think we need to talk." He stood up and gestured for Dylan to follow him outside. Tak, Payton, Penny, and Ashlynn walked into the mess hall just as they left and they began speaking on the front porch. "Look, Dylan, I know what you're doing." Allister said.
"What? Are you talking about hitting on you or the sexual innuendo towards Ayame and Harper?" Dylan questioned sarcastically.
"Well, both." Allister admitted. "But mostly the first one."
"I see." Dylan said, nodding with a sly grin. "And your thoughts are…"
Allister sighed again and looked away from him, towards the beach. "Look, I do like you, all right. I just don't like you the way that you like me… Being attracted to other guys has given me more than my fair share of trauma over the years."
Dylan's smiled faded when he heard the seriousness in Allister's voice. "What happened?" he asked.
"When I was in the seventh grade I was just starting to realize that I'm bisexual." Allister explained. He paused briefly as Sakura, TJ, and Kyra walked passed them into the building before continuing. "Like now, I didn't really have a lot of friends, but I had a few… Eddie was one of my better friends and by the time the seventh grade was almost over I'd told him I had a crush on him. Turns out he was homophobic and he stopped hanging out with me. Over the summer words spread around that I was gay and people started making fun of me for it. Soon enough the few friends I had stopped hanging out with me and I became a complete outcast."
"Oh my god." Dylan said softly. "I had no idea, Allister."
"I know." Allister said. "And it's not your fault… Look, I'm not saying that we aren't going to happen. Since I've met you I've been happier than I've been in years… just give me a little time, all right?"
"Ok." Dylan agreed. "I'll back off. But I don't care how much you protest, we're always gunna be friends, got it?"
Allister smiled. "Always." He agreed.
As they headed back inside, Chris had just begun announcing that day's challenge. "Excellent." Chris said. "Now that everyone's here I can get to the point. Now, as you all remember, Chef Hatchet had a little temper tantrum and went on vacation a few days ago."
"WOOO!" all of the campers shouted in unison.
"Right… anyway, it turns out his little holiday lead him straight into a war zone, no details included. Needless to say, he's on his way back here right now and he's not in the greatest mood."
Wait for it…
All of the campers went crazy, running around the mess hall screaming their lungs out.
"AHH!"
"RUN AWAY!"
"DUCK AND COVER!"
"HIT THE DECK!"
"WE'RE ALL GUNNA DIE!"
And so on, and so on…
"WOULD YOU ALL SETTLE DOWN!" Chris shouted. Everyone froze briefly and then raced back to their seats, looking calm and collected as if their freak out had never happened. Chris eyed them suspiciously before continuing. "Relax, I can guarantee that Chef will be in a good mood when he gets here… that is, should you cooperate in the challenge. It turns out that the producers and I are as scared of Chef as you guys are. So, today's challenge is… to throw the most wicked awesome party in Chef Hatchets honor! You'll find everything you need waiting outside of your cabin, but you can ask Steve for anything you don't have that you think you might need. Each party will be judged by me. The winning team gets to party with me, Chef, and the camera crew while the losers, as usual, are doomed to send someone home. You have six hours starting… now. Go, go, go!"
The sixteen teenagers all raced out of the mess hall, leaving a dust cloud in their wake which caused Chris to start choking and coughing. "Jeez! Is Chef really that scary?" Chris questioned.
"You seriously have to ask that?" Steve asked from behind the camera. "Former Navy S.E.A.L., former criminal, possibly an escaped criminal, and some serious anger issues. He should get his own horror movie."
"You know I could seriously make that happen." Chris commented. "I could pitch the idea to Fox studios or something. We could call it Psycho Chef."
"Eh." Steve said, not to enthusiastic about the title.
~OUTSIDE~
"Oh, we totally have this in the bag." TJ said with a grin as he carefully eyes the supplies that the show had given them for the challenge. Being the party man that he was, he knew that everything they had was more than enough to throw Chef a wicked awesome party. Lights for when the sun went down, plenty of tables, a checklist for food and drinks that the crew would bring them, turn tables, stereo speakers the size of refrigerators, plenty of awesome music, and a party planning master and two of the only musicians on the island (bonus!). "Let's get to work! Jason, Harper, start setting up the speakers and turn tables. Carolina and Sakura, start setting up the lights. Lena and Ayame, set up the tables as best as you can. Kyra, you get take care of the food. I'm going to see if Steve can hook us up with anything useful."
"Whoa, whoa. Who put you in charge?" Sakura questioned.
"I am the party guy." TJ pointed out.
"I agree with Sakura." Lena said. "And what's with giving yourself the easy job?"
"Easy job?" TJ asked.
"Would you guys quit it already?" Kyra snapped "You're like a bunch of kindergarteners complaining about who's doing what and whose work is harder!"
"This coming from the girl who's in charge of getting the food." Carolina said as she started messing with the tangled wires of the lights.
"This coming from the spoiled brat." Kyra mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Carolina demanded.
Sakura, Lena, and Carolina all walked over to TJ and Kyra, glaring at them and them glaring back. Then all five turned their attention to Jason, Harper, and Ayame who were going about their work without complaint. "Well?" all five questioned.
"Staying out of it." Harper, and Ayame said in unison.
"I'm with TJ." Jason said "He knows more about parties than most of us ever will. I say we just do as he says and win the challenge easy." He got up and went to join TJ and Kyra. Soon enough an argument started between the two trios, leaving Harper and Ayame to sit and listen against their will as they went about with the jobs TJ had assigned them.
"I'm seriously getting tired of this." Ayame grumbled.
"Tell me about it." Harper agreed.
"Should we do something?" Ayame suggested.
"Like what?" Harper asked. Ayame just shrugged before going back to work when Harper spoke up again. "No, seriously, like what? This needs to stop fast… plus someone needs to put Sakura in her place for getting Nick kicked off."
Ayame thought it over for a moment as a devious plot began forming in her head. "I think I've got an idea… though it may involve getting the alliance back together temporarily."
Harper didn't hesitate. "I'm in."
~MOOSE CABIN~
"Soooo… anyone know what we're supposed to do here?" Tak asked his teammates.
"Not a god damn clue." Nicholas said. "Dylan?"
"Are you suggesting that I'm some kind of party maniac because I'm gay? Because that's a stereotype. If you're saying that I will hurt you." Dylan snapped. Nicholas backed off immediately.
All of the Moose, save for Russell who was taking Mr. Muggles to take care of his business, began thinking over what they could possibly do. The Eagles had the advantage with TJ on their team, but also had a disadvantage with their current trust issues. The challenge could easily work in their favor or they could get screwed all together. They just needed an idea.
"Hey." Allister said as his tarantula Jeremy crawled up his arm. "Russell's a rich asshole, right? Couldn't he, like, make a phone call or something?"
~CONFESSIONAL CAM~
"I didn't say they couldn't get outside help." Chris said to the camera.