A/N: Part three! Next chapter is going to have a little more of my own free writing. I'm probably going to work on getting out a new fanfic sometime soon, so I'll probably be juggling a lot of things! Yup! Review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.
My POV
"HOLY CRAP! WHY IS IT SO COLD IN HERE?!" I suddenly got up and hugged myself. I was back in a dark room on a cold metal floor. Not again.
"We're trying a wintery theme. Do you like it?" Chase walked out of the shadows of the entire area, white and blue converse rat-a-tap-tapping on the metal floor. Chase was wearing a puffy white windbreaker and some dark jeans.
"Sure. Anyways, what am I doing here?"
"Well, you fell asleep in a set building, so I decided to bring you here. The judge is not taking any calls right now, sorry." It was as though he read my mind.
"Okay. But why did you bring me here?"
"I've got some news."
"Where's Courtney?"
"She's in good hands."
"She's with Chris! Chris is not good hands!"
"No! I'm the one who's been charged to take care of her. She's right now getting something to eat." An image suddenly popped up out of nowhere showing Courtney digging through a fridge and pulling out an apple, a strawberry yogurt, and a small carton of orange juice. She looked at the carton, smiled, then closed the fridge and left the image. With a snap of his fingers, the image disappeared. "Now, she doesn't know my real self. I have tried to make her as happy as possible, telling her where she and Duncan can get something to eat outside of here and help her cope with not being in the competition."
"When will she be in?"
"Only Chris knows the answer to that. Ever since you saved me, Chris hasn't trusted me as much as he would like to. I accidentally listed Courtney as a contestant when the part about you threatening Chris and bringing Courtney back never made it to the air."
"He lied to me? He never showed the world what I did?! THAT FUCKING BASTARD! I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS HOLY THAT I WILL CUT HIM INTO LITTLE PIECES AND THROW HIM IN THE NILE RIVER!"
"Calm Julia. Calm. Anyway, she is extremely worried for Duncan. He's been missing her, only confessing to the new confession cam. Two star-crossed lovers." Chase sighed. "Sorry. I'm a hopeless romantic. I was extremely worried for your safety, so I brought you here to escape from Chef."
"How sweet." I rolled my eyes. "I think I'm going to cry. Why did you BRING ME HERE?!"
"We have some bad news: Chris is pushing for a third season. Not only that, if you haven't noticed yet, your form cannot last forever. Did you count how many times you've yelled in someone's face? The old Julia would've done that, not the new Julie we have created. We fear that we might not be able to keep you here for another season without erasing your memory of the past two seasons or erasing everyone else's memories of you. You have six weeks to think about it, but it really boils down to two questions: would you rather keep your memories of working with them but they won't remember you or would you rather erase your own memories of the past two seasons but have everyone else remember you and try to jog your memory? By the way, these erasures are permanent. They can't be triggered back or given back, sadly. It's one of the rules of reality: once something is lost or taken away, it cannot be replaced or brought back. We can have people try and teach you about what you did though. Anyways, here's a good example of this rule: if you didn't want someone to die. We only have the power for you to either see it through someone else's eyes or act out everything differently. No matter what you'd do, your loved one or person would die anyways."
"I'll think on it. I think I should get back." I looked around the dark room. "Uh…how do I get back? And can I be dropped off near the cast trailers?"
"I could always drop you off in the cast trailers."
"No thanks. Maybe a five minute walk away would do."
"Sure, whatever. Just let me make sure to scramble the cameras." He snapped his fingers twice, and before I knew it, the sun was setting and I could see a moon bounce in the distance. I got up, looked around at the city set, and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I was now in front of the mesh netting, staring at every camper that was in the moon bounce. Duncan was huddled in the far right corner though. I walked over to where he was and pulled down on the netting he was leaning on. He shook his head a bit and looked me in the eyes.
"Hey." I greeted.
"Hey." His eyes suddenly went wide open. "You…you're here! Guys, look who I found!" He suddenly leaned on the netting, now so close to my face I could feel his warm breath on my face. And boy, his breath stunk! Ew! "We'll talk later." The others all came to the netting and found me.
"You're here!" DJ called out.
"Didn't see that one coming." Gwen rolled her eyes. "But I'm glad you're okay." She smiled.
"Same here." Trent added. I scanned the netting. Bridgette and Geoff were making out, Izzy was…gone, but I wasn't telling them.
"Hey girl! So how did you do it?" Leshawna asked.
"Um…I just hid really, really well…" CRAP! That's the kind of response Julia would've made, not Julie! Chase is right!
"You…she…MADE IT?! I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE MADE IT AND I DIDN'T!!!" Heather was screaming yet again. "OUT OF ALL THE FUCKING, NO GOOD—"
"Shut up Heather. Yeah, I made it. Just barely though. I had to worry every single second about being caught by the monster. I just kept running from façade to façade." I wasn't about to tell them I went into a set with sharks swimming in a pool and took a nap in the director's chair and was then saved by Chris's intern who is really an insider for the Reality Court. See, it sounds weird.
"So do you have any food?" Beth asked.
"Not here. It's in my luggage, which Chris took away." I politely lied. I had food in my backpack right now. I just chose not to give it to them. They'd be fighting like wild animals!
"Can you at least get us out of here?" Justin asked.
"Let me think...when I find my pocket knife, I'll let you all out." I started to rummage through my backpack. In reality, my pocket knife was in my pocket. "Nope. I must've left it in my luggage too."
"I guess we're waiting then." DJ said glumly. The sun had now completely set. Probably around 7 PM. Hm…I'll just wait. I waited for three hours. I was pacing about the moon bounce when someone called me. Duncan.
"Hey. Is it really true?"
"What?"
"Princess. She's with Chris?"
"That's my best bet. I'm also betting that he didn't show the part where I put her back on. He's milking this for ratings, I'm sure."
"He wanted to see me break down. Ugh, I've gone soft."
"Hey, come on. You haven't. You've just found someone you really like and don't want them to get hurt. Don't let that bastard think he's enjoying this. I don't know when, but I'm planning on giving him and Chef Hell when I can because they gave me a bruise on my stomach and a bruise in the back."
Duncan smirked. "Well then, count me in!" I heard a murmur. I signaled to him to be quiet.
"Get some sleep. You're going to need it for tomorrow." I left the moon bounce and lay down on the grass. Sleep soon came to me.
I woke up soon after. It seemed like I only slept for two hours. Hm, 9 AM. And Owen still isn't back? How disappointing. I'm going to have to get them out myself. "HEY GUYS! I FOUND MY POCKET KNIFE! IT WAS IN MY POCKET THIS WHOLE TIME!" I heard a few groans. I got out my pocket knife, aimed carefully, and threw it into the moon bounce. It hit with such force that air was being released right away. I pulled out my pocket knife before the moon bounce completely deflated. There were a few screams, but the loudest one I heard was uttered by all of the very awake teens.
"JULIE!!!!!" Except for Owen, who had just—arrived? He's here! Finally! He came running to me and grabbed me in a huge bear hug.
"Yes Owen, I'm glad to see you too! But really…ten and a half hours? You must've been pretty tired."
"You messed up my wig!" Heather screamed as she tried to pat down the hair of her wig.
"At least I got all of you out!" All of them pushed themselves out of the deflated moon bounce.
"Wait, where's Izzy?" Leshawna asked. Suddenly, the monster came stomping in and stomped one of the trailers. A hand went to ground level, and off came Izzy.
"Thanks for the date baby! Don't ever leave me, 'cause I'd find you." Izzy bade farewell.
"Should I even ask Izzy?" I asked her.
"How did you manage to escape?" Duncan asked her.
"Monster and I had a romantic date. He doesn't take no for an answer." Izzy chuckled. "Pretty crazy, I can't even tell you yet."
"Whoa! Am I ever glad I chose to wait in THAT trailer!" Chris burst out of the normal trailer.
"You were in there the whole time?!" I screamed.
"Yeah! It looks like you all made it, guess I lose the bet. That was just a warm-up, good news is next challenge is a reward!" I wasn't cheering because his idea of reward is not necessarily my idea of reward. All of the other campers were cheering though. "It will be the boys against the girls with the winner getting the first pick of the trailers, where you'll be living for the next 42 days! You will have your choice of trailer A or trailer…yeesh." He grimaced at the sight of what once was trailer B. "Off to the Craft Services tent!"
"Ah yeah baby! I'm starving!" Owen cheered.
Confession Cam
"Boy am I ever glad I didn't go on that diet!" Owen laughed. "Being big can really have it's advantages! You know, uh, like when you are trying not to uh...be captured by an animatronic monster...for example. That's just off the top of my head." Tawny was shaking her head when Blaire suddenly elbowed her and gave an chiding look. Tawny put her head down.
--Later--
"My mom says I eat when I'm upset. And happy. And tired. Not to mention bored, gassy, morose, joyous, comatose, semi-conscious, humuncular." Owen had on a mustace he stole from one of the boxes lying on the floor, much to Tawny's displeasure. "Humuncular."
The extremely long walk to the tent was brutal! Once we got to the tent, I was thoroughly exhausted. That sleep did me no good. But Owen seemed to have his joy and gusto back.
"WOO HOO!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!!"
"Dude, this chow looks like something out of a commercial!" Geoff commented.
"Oh can I star?!" Lindsay asked.
"Let's get this speed eating contest started!" Owen yelled.
"Uh…Owen…" I tried to warn him about the noxious ingredients it was probably made out of. There had to be a catch for food this good looking.
"On your marks…get set…COME TO PAPA!!!" Owen ran right for the two tables of food.
"Ugh, never mind." I rolled my eyes.
"No wait!" Chris yelled.
"Too late Chris. He's going to devour that buffet!" I yelled. And Owen did devour the buffet. He ate the turkey, pineapples, drank a pitcher of water, ate triangle sandwiches, and ate all of the rest of the food there, including the many slices of steak! After about 15 minutes of watching Owen ravage the buffet, he was on the table drooling.
"Owen, the man of many appetites. How was it?" Chris asked.
"The turkey was a bit…" He burped at that point. "Dry."
"Not surprising since the food was fake!"
"Fake?"
"Yep, just props made from foam core, silicone, sawdust, and wax. It wasn't a speed eating contest. It was a contest to find the key."
"What key?" Owen burped out a tiny key. "Oh, you mean this key?"
"That'd be the one."
"Does this mean I win?"
"Yes. Yes it does."
"ALL RIGHT!"
Confession Cam
Duncan laughed a good laugh and became extremely animated. "Did you SEE THAT?! THE DUDE ATE FOAM CORE AND WAX!!! Full props for that man." Tawny and Blaire were both thinking, "This guy is SO out of character."
--Fifteen Minutes Later--
"Way to find the key dude!" Geoff put two thumbs up. "I used to think Owen was just a party dude, but he's really a stand-up guy! PARTY ON!!!"
--Two Minutes Later--
"I could've done that you know. I just wasn't hungry." Harold said. Blaire was shaking her head and Tawny was laughing. "What? WHAT?! GOSH, FINE!" Harold got up and stormed out of the confessional. Tawny was silent for a few moments before going back to laughing, Blaire shaking her head all the way.
--Three Minutes Later--
"No wait wait wait there's still one more!" Owen burped for about the one thousandth time in three minutes, which prompted both Tawny and Blaire to run out of the confessional to barf.
--One Minute Later--
"Know what that boy has? Guts. Guts full of foam core and rubber, but guts just the same." Leshawna said, then got up to leave the confessional. Thrity seconds later, Blaire and Tawny were back in the confessional after barfing and brushing their teeth.
--One Hour Later--
"I can't believe he didn't listen to me!" Julie yelled. "God, what does it take to get someone to listen to me around here?! Damned teens..." Blaire was thinking about why Julie referred to them as teens with a negative connotation when she was a teen herself.
Me: Wh--who's there?
???: You should know who I am!
Harold: IT'S HER! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Me: Harold? Nikki? Izzy? Julie?
Gwen: DJ, Tawny, and Blaire are taking care of Nikki, who's now on life support. Izzy is off somewhere, and Julie went with her.
Me: What the hell?! I'm alone?! To face whoever is coming to get me?! *Gwen is already gone* Whoever you are, I'm not afraid!
???: Good. *walks out of the shadows* I'm sorry. Just don't cause Duncan to get hurt or anything, okay? Or I will--
Duncan: Will what...Princess?
Courtney: You're okay!!! *runs to Duncan and both start making out*
Me: Duh! I wouldn't have him die or anything! No, he's just got a little bit of sting of hairspray from Tawny. *sees Duncan and Courtney on the floor making out* Yeah, they didn't get a word I said. I need to bring her back to Chase. In the meantime, review please!
