Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, MLP, Slender, or Shrub. Total Drama is owned by Teletoon, MLP is owned by The Hub, Slender is owned by himself, and Shrub is owned by the Islands of Singing Monsters. I do own Lewis, Larry, and Val.

Warning: This chapter contains treason, backstabbing, hard logic to understand at first, violence with flying balls, references to crap, and a not violent but really violent scene. You have been warned.

Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: Another repost. Sorry, I'm almost done. Just three more after this, I promise.

Fun Fact of Knowledge: In early beta planning for Dawn's relation to Lewis, she was originally going to be one of his girlfriends. That idea was quickly scratched due to too many complications, such as her ageing normally. Next was her being his daughter, but that was scratched due to Lewis not meeting Pinkie yet. (I haven't always been a brony you know.) She was finally settled to being the niece. Not only does it give it more plot to the story I'm writing now, but Lewis can love her without being romantically involved. (But he still is with Pinkie anyway.) Bet you didn't know that!

Dodge that ball!

E6 P2: Dodging More Than Balls

(Lewis' Quarters)

"Pinkie?" Lewis asked. He was standing in one of the hallways branching off from the main room in his quarters. Pinkie was still in her room from the night before and Lewis was trying to figure out why.

"Yes?" she croaked. Her voice was hoarse.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Lewis asked her.

"No. Nothing at all," she said. This time, though, Lewis could detect hesitation in her voice.

"Is she bugging you again?" Lewis asked, now sounding urgent.

It took a minute before she responded. "She was in the mirror…" Lewis nodded, understanding what she meant.

"Can I come in so we can talk?" Lewis asked. A sob gave him his answer. He pulled out his pink pistol and pointed it to the lock on the door. With one pull of the trigger, the lock blew off and the door flew open. Lewis grabbed the door and made his way inside, pocketing his pistol on the way.

Pinkie's room was decorated like a party. Streamers and balloons decorated the room, along with bright yellow, blue, and pink striped wallpaper. Her bed was against the wall in the center of it. Pinkie was sitting on the bed.

It was quite obvious she was balling her eyes out. Her mascara was running, around her eyes were raw, a trash can littered with tissues sat by her side, and her hair was a mess, and not her normal poofy mess.

"You don't need a psychic to know she upset you beyond normal," Lewis said, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work.

"Am I a terrible person Lewis? Like seriously?" Pinkie asked.

"Everyone is a terrible person," Lewis responded, "it only matters if you think you are or aren't. Take me for example. I've made mistakes, been a jerk, even threatened to kill innocent people. But while those are terrible things I've done, I've made up for them. They don't make me a terrible person, just a stronger good person learning from mistakes."

Pinkie was silent for a few seconds. "What about her?"

"She is a terrible person," Lewis said flatly. "But that doesn't mean you are."

"She said that she is me. Whatever she is, I am too."

"That's just a little trick I like to call power of suggestion. She says you're like her because she's a part of you, so you start to evaluate everything you once knew. But you aren't like her because that's not who you are. Take Bean for example. When I get angry, he comes out and starts tearing everything apart in a rage. Yes, he's a part of me, and I can't change that. But he's not me. I don't let him control what I think or do. And you don't need to let her tell you what you are. As far as I'm concerned, the only person that decides who you are is Pinkie Diane Pie. Not me, not her, just you."

Pinkie sniffled again, but a smile was playing on her lips. "You know that the only reason I'm marrying you is to get those motivational speeches every single day for the rest of my wonderful life, right?"

"Same reason why I'm only marrying you to get an extra boost of laughter every single day for the rest of my wonderful life," Lewis said with a smirk.

"Only, next time, make sure the door is unlocked before shooting it."

"Oh. Ok."

Confessional: Chris was never this romantic.

Pinkie: I love that boy.

Lewis: I love that girl.

Slender: I think I'm going to be sick.

(Team Alejandro)

While Scott zoomed away in panic (since he was confined to his chair and couldn't throw anything), the rest of the team ran toward the massive ball covered area and grabbed as many as they could.

"Ok, since everyone knows my strategy from the last time we did this, we'll need a new one. Ale- #$%-o, got any ideas?" Duncan asked.

Alejandro sighed, but nodded. "I say we split up. We each target someone different. And because you dislike my ways, I'll let you decide who goes with who."

Duncan eyed Alejandro carefully. "Alright, fine. You and Gwen go with Scott. I'll take Justin and Ezekiel." This answer surprised Alejandro, but he did his best no to let Duncan see so.

"Ok, then. We better get moving then, since Scott ran for it without us," Alejandro said. Gwen nodded and the two ran off in the direction Scott ran. Justin was about to walk a different way when Duncan grabbed his shoulder.

"I want you to keep an eye on Alejandro," Duncan said to him. "If he pulls anything funny, alert me immediately." Justin nodded and followed the direction the Goth and Latino had gone.

Confessional: I thought Duncan had something up his sleeve.

Justin: (Shrugs and looks into his mirror.)

Gwen: Duncan actually put me with Alejandro? He's planning something, I just know he is.

Duncan: I let Alejandro be with Gwen to stage his elimination. If he does anything stupid, I'll spread the word and have everyone vote for him. It's a brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.

(Team Brick)

Brick was grabbing dodge balls and passing them to the rest of his team mates. Beth stood near the back, loading the balls into her gun. "This thing is going to be awesome!" she said with a laugh.

"Why did Beth have to get the gun?" Tyler asked quietly. "She's probably more insane than Izzy."

"I don't know, but I should have it," Harold said. "I once trained at Jo Jo's Fire Arm Academy. I know how to shoot any fire arm. "

"It doesn't matter. We don't have it and Beth does," Cody said with a sigh.

Bridgette overheard their conversation and gave a smirk. "If you are all jealous of Beth, why don't you just vote her off?"

"We want to, but we're always immune when we lose," Tyler said, sighing. "If only there were some way we could both lose and not get blamed for it." Bridgette thought about that idea, then smirked.

"Ok soldiers, we should be loaded enough," Brick announced. "I say we each form pairs of two so that we can cover more ground."

"Tyler and I are a team," Cody said.

"We'll be a girls only team," Bridgette said.

"Just don't slow me down," Beth mumbled.

"And that leaves you with me, Harold," Brick said with a nod. Everyone nodded in agreement as the fled off in different directions.

Confessional: Time to have a ball!

Cody: Beth seems to hurt my game the most at this point. She's very aggressive, and she has this thing against Tyler. Since Tyler is my best friend and closest ally, it's my duty to help him get rid of people who have a thing against him.

Bridgette: If Beth is such a problem, why not have her frame herself? All I need is the power of suggestion and I can get her to make her a target and not someone else.

(Team Larry)

Team Larry had already split off into groups of two, each one gathering balls from different areas. Larry had picked up plenty of dodge balls and had stored them inside the protective glass of his suit. Shrub had returned and was helping by holding up a ball he had picked up. B was working on something of his own, with just materiel from his tool belt.

"You know B, if you could speak, you would be one of the smartest people in this game," Larry said. "Too bad you rather not. I understand. One of my friends back on my island has a similar issue. He is a bit squeamish around people he doesn't know. But when he gets closer, he starts to open up."

B sighed sadly. He clicked a final gear into place and showed Larry his invention. It seemed to be a gun like Beth's, but it could only store one ball at a time. Larry seemed impressed. "Those skills of yours really do come in handy," Larry said with a nod.

Confessional: I'm going to ignore the pun I just thought of.

B: I do want to talk, but after what Larry said, it might signal me as a threat. (He sighs.) Too bad everyone can't read auras like Dawn. Then I wouldn't need to talk.

Over a ways, Cameron was stuffing a few balls into his hoody. He kept glancing around nervously, as if he wouldn't put it past anyone to throw a ball early. He nearly wet himself when someone tapped his shoulder.

"There's no need to feel all jittery," said Dawn's voice. "Slender will probably fowl anyone who tries to get a head start."

"I see," Cameron said in relief. "It's just that… I don't have a lot fond memories with dodge ball. You know how sporty kids like to pick on nerdy ones. I just don't want to be pummeled."

"I understand how you feel," Dawn said. "I was much like that as a child. Also being picked on for being… different."

"Well, why don't we both look out for each other during the challenge," Cameron said, holding out a ball. Dawn smiled and kindly accepted it.

Confessional: Watch out for flying balls!

Cameron: This season, I'm not playing for myself. If I lose early, that's ok. I'm hoping to help Mike get to the finals this time. And if I get to the finals, I'll probably just let the other person win. But when it comes to physical pain, I'm definitely playing to survive.

On the side of the balls (get out of here sickos!) that was closest to the 'town', Mike and Zoey were gathering up as many balls as they could. However, one of them was in a type of depression one doesn't get over fast. "Where are they?" Mike asked for the thousandth time. "They're always there, even when I don't want them to be."

"Don't worry about it Mike. I'm sure they're just giving you a bit of time to yourself," Zoey tried to assure him.

"I hope that's all that is," Mike said with a sigh. "But they always activate to the triggers, whether they want to or not. I just can't explain it."

Zoey sighed, not enjoying her boyfriend being like this. "I'm sure that this will all be solved soon enough. We just need to figure out how to get them to come out."

"Well, let's try to win this challenge first," Mike said. "I can't focus on personal problems when I could possibly be a target for elimination."

Zoey smiled and kissed him. "If it's any use to tell you, I won't ever vote for you."

"That's just reassurance of what I already know," Mike said, but kissed her back.

Confessional: People don't make out as much as they should.

Zoey: Mike is above all the toughest guys I know. He's been through so much in his life. I hope that he'll be able to cope well without any of his personalities to help him.

(Team Lindsey)

Because he was a powerhouse, DJ was loaded up with most of the balls. Lindsey and Katie filled their hands, except Lindsey, who only had one. "What do we do with these again?" Lindsey asked.

"You throw them at other people, specifically the other team," Katie explained.

Lindsey winced. "Like when my beautiful face was ruined a long time ago?"

At remembering this, Katie winced herself. But before she could say anything, DJ said, "Your face can't be ruined. It's beautiful no matter what. But if someone hurts you, then that means they don't think so."

"Oh, ok," Lindsey said with an understanding nod. "So I throw this ball before the other guy's balls hit me?"

"Err…" DJ said awkwardly.

"What?"

"Maybe we should say spheres," Katie aid with a giggle. "Don't ask why, let's just go with that." Lindsey stared at DJ before smiling and shrugging.

Confessional: But I like balls! *slap*

DJ: That wasn't awkward at all…

Lindsey: I wonder why it's bad to call balls balls. They're only balls! But I'll respect DJ and not call the balls balls anymore.

Katie: (She's laughing.) Other than DJ's embarrassment, I found that funny. Hopefully he can get through this challenge without Lindsey saying balls over and over.

(Team Mr. Coconut)

Since he couldn't touch the air, Mr. Coconut had decided that he would simply have to hold onto his balls normally. He and Lightning were stocking up while Trent and Sadie each held onto one each. "So, you think we'll win?" Sadie asked.

"Of course. I may have lost the last time we did dodge ball, but we're at an advantage since we have more players," Trent pointed out.

"Actually, hate to remind you," Mr. Coconut said from a distance, "but Dakota isn't competing today, remember?"

"First, how did you even hear us from all the way over there?" Trent asked. "And second… thanks for the reminder."

"Don't mention it," Mr. Coconut said with a shrug. "And to answer your question, this suit comes with sonar. I can pick up voices from a mile away, give or take."

Sadie raised an eyebrow. "So how do we know you aren't listening in to confessionals?"

"You don't," Mr. Coconut grunted. "You'll just have to trust me."

Confessional: My name is capitalized you know!

Mr. Coconut: I may be a bit of a jerk, but I don't cheat. Besides, confessionals are private. If I were to use my suit's hearing, I would listen to convos at night in other rooms.

Trent: I find it interesting Mr. Coconut only tells us now he can hear from a distance. I wonder what else he's overheard.

The two brawns of the sub-group had finished stocking up on balls and had walked back over to Trent and Sadie. "Alright, now according to my scans, it should be best if we split up into teams of two," Mr. Coconut said. "And not to split anyone apart, but me and Lightning should go separately since we're loaded."

"Sha-yeah! Sha-Lightning has this in the sha-bag!" Lightning declared.

"Alright, I can live with that," Trent said with a nod. "I'll go with Lightning since you and Sadie seem to get along better. Plus, since I have this green ball thing, I think Lightning could use my help more."

Sadie raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think that Mr. Coconut and I get along better?"

"He seems to act nicer when he's around you," Trent said with a shrug. Mr. Coconut and Sadie eyed each other before shrugging.

Confessional: What's Trent trying to pull?

Lightning: Sha-Lightning don't need any sha-back up! Sha-Lightning can take care of himself!

Sadie: Now that Trent mentions it, I guess Mr. Coconut is tamer with me around. I wonder why.

(Team Vallowsmeir)

Since their team was down a player, one contestant was pushing the others pretty hard. And of course, that person was Courtney. "Come on! We can't expect to win with all of you lollygagging!"

"Calm down. There's no need to force us to work harder than we are," Val said, silently fuming. He was holding onto several balls inside his massive hands and was refraining from throwing any at Courtney.

"No need? You guys are a bunch of weaklings! Without me, you would have been voted out every time so far!" Courtney said.

"Not like that's a bad thing," Noah said, who had plopped down and was reading a book.

"Ignoring Noah, Val's right," Geoff said with a frown. "We can't be worked to the point where this game isn't fun anymore. That's the whole point: to have fun! Sure, we could get some money out of it. But what's the point of money if we can't party to get it?"

Courtney sneered at Geoff. "If you want to party at night, be my guest. But during the day, I rule this team."

I think I've made her sex deprived Geoff thought. "Come on Izzy, back me up! You love having fun as much as I do!"

Izzy, however, was not having fun. She was looking off into space, as if she were empty. "Sorry, what was that Geoff?" she asked, her voice sounding pretty empty.

"I hate to be the one to ask," Noah said, for once looking up from his book, "but why is Izzy all un-Izzy-like?"

"Must be Dakota," Geoff said. "They're best friends, after all. If Dakota is down, then Izzy must be too."

"Enough!" Courtney said angrily. "Get those balls and let's start hunting some wanna-be heroes!"

Confessional: I think Courtney is a wanna-be CIT.

Vallowsmeir: Ah, the depression is sinking in. I just love a good dose of negativity in the morning. Really refreshes my batteries, so to speak.

Geoff: Great, I made Courtney worse than she was to start with. Oh well. I'll bare with her until we lose, then she's history.

Izzy: I just feel so… lonely. Maybe when Dakota's back I'll be my normal self again.

(Dakota)

Dakota was still inside her stall. She hadn't left, only just cried her eyes out. The story Izzy gave seemed to calm her a little, but she was still quite upset. It wasn't for a while until she finally eyed her bracelet.

"I know I promised I wouldn't do it again," she sobbed, biting her lip. "But this is really what I need to make me cheer up."

Dakota reached down to rub her bracelet. Before her hand reached it, someone had entered the bathroom, which startled Dakota. "Need some cheering up?" Pinkie's voice asked.

"No… I'd rather just be alone," Dakota said, lifting her hand away from the bracelet.

"Great! I'll be alone with you!" Pinkie said happily.

"That's not really…" Dakota started to say.

Pinkie giggled and said, "I know, silly. The real reason why I'm here is to tell you that you have a pass on today's challenge, but it will cause you to have a disadvantage later on in the game."

"Don't worry. After today, I'm quitting," Dakota muttered.

Pinkie was silent for a while, making Dakota think she had left. Dakota was about to touch her bracelet again when Pinkie said, "You'll regret it."

Dakota stopped her hand. Did she mean quitting? Or turning into what she really was?

"Both," Pinkie said, reading her thoughts. "I may seem pretty happy all the time… but I know what it's like to have a pain never go away. You have friends here. Stay. If you don't, it will be the worst mistake you will ever make." And, with that being said, Pinkie left.

Dakota, not quite understanding everything Pinkie had said, looked at her bracelet. She wanted to drown her sorrows. She wanted her pain to end. Touching her bracelet would do that. She looked at it hard. Then, with a sigh, she unlocked her stall and walked off toward the Confessional.

Confessional: Pep talk! What does pep even mean?

Dakota: (Her eyes are sore but she has stopped crying.) I guess I do have friends here. I'm still hurt about what Sam did to me, but I'll get by. I guess I won't be dealing with boys for a while. But I have to wonder, what sort of disadvantage will I get in the future?

(Team Alejandro: Alejandro, Gwen, Scott)

Slender had sounded the air horn, meaning the real game had begun. Scott was racing ahead through a long ally way with Gwen and Alejandro close behind. After a minute or two of walking, Alejandro decided to break the silence. "Hey Gwen? Do you trust me? I mean, really trust me?" he asked.

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering since I caused so much trouble in World Tour. I thought maybe I had earned your trust since we've been talking a lot recently," Alejandro replied with a shrug.

Gwen thought hard for a moment. "Well, it was definitely hard at first. I mean, no one actually held you in high regard before. But after learning that you've actually changed, I think that I do trust you. I just wish you and Duncan got along more."

Alejandro let out a laugh. "Yeah, wouldn't we all."

Gwen never got to respond to that as she suddenly vanished as a dodge ball flew down and bopped her on the head. Alejandro saw B not too far away with Larry and Shrub, loading his make-shift gun.

"I better make like Scott and make a move on!" Alejandro said and, with a boost of speed, charged after Scott. B continued to fire after Alejandro, but he missed every time until Alejandro went around a corner.

Confessional: Open fire at the balls!

Gwen: Great, first one out. Is it now a starting trend for someone in our sub-group to be the first one out?

B: My gun seems to be working properly. If only I managed to get Alejandro too. Oh well, hopefully the others are having some luck too.

(Team Alejandro: Justin)

Justin was a ways off from Alejandro and Scott on a roof. With Gwen gone, he figured that Alejandro couldn't be blamed for anything at the moment. He simply shrugged and turned away from the direction of the person he was sent to follow.

Right off, he saw Cody and Tyler in front of him. They were reeling back, ready to fire at him. Justin, however, was quicker than both boys thought. He pulled out two dodge balls and chucked them at the two Heroes. They both made contact, sending them to the outside of the holodeck.

Justin smirked, happy he had done something to help his team. This happiness was short lived when he suddenly vanished. "Good work soldier," Brick said, jumping down from a higher roof with Harold. "I would have never seen him standing there."

"Thanks. Too bad I didn't get him before he got Cody and Tyler," Harold said in disappointment.

"They served well," Brick said with a salute. "But they do not want us to lose in their name. We must continue forward soldier."

Confessional: Blindsided!

Justin: (Shrugs and pulls out a mirror.)

Brick: Harold is a terrific soldier. Hopefully he won't be too much of a target later on. Maybe I should propose an alliance that could get us both pretty far?

(Team Alejandro: Duncan, Ezekiel)

Duncan and Zeke were forging through a bunch of vines strewn throughout the forest. Zeke was walking backwards behind Duncan while Duncan was forging a path. "We should come across someone in the woods," Duncan said as they continued onward.

As it turns out, Duncan was right. He saw a flash of red. Duncan signaled to Zeke for quiet as he snuck up on the unsuspecting person. As soon as he was close enough, he threw a ball at the red.

It turned out to be Cameron's hoodie. The nerd himself was nowhere in sight. "He must have left it here on accident," Duncan grumbled. "Figures."

There was a screech from behind Duncan which made him turn. Zeke was under fire by Dawn and Cameron. Before Duncan could help his team mate, a ball made contact with Zeke, making him vanish. Duncan threw a ball at the oncoming opposition, but he missed. With a well-targeted throw, Dawn managed to hit Duncan, making him disappear as well.

"Nice throwing," Cameron said to his partner.

"I practice with my uncle. He loves to organize family dodge ball games," Dawn explained.

Confessional: Never underestimate nerds in dodge ball.

Ezekiel: (Screeches loudly as if he's in pain.)

Cameron: Dawn has a major advantage when it comes to her uncle. I'm not saying I would vote for her, but it might be a bit unfair to the other contestants.

Duncan: Outdone by a nerd? Ugh! It doesn't help Gwen got out early too. Now I can't pin the target on Alejandro if we lose! Today is not my day.

(Team Brick: Beth, Bridgette)

The two girls were off a ways into the forest. They had found a clearing and were resting on logs. Well, Bridgette was. Beth was grumbling and pacing, her gun not too far away.

"I don't see why we have to wait around," Beth muttered. "We should go out and crush those villains! They won't see it coming!"

Bridgette raised an eyebrow before smirking. It was time to put her plan into action. "You know Beth, instead of taking out the villains, why not try a different strategy?"

Beth eyed Bridgette carefully, going over to her gun and lifting it. "What kind of strategy?"

"Well, remember Scott's plan last season? The one where he sabotaged his own team?" Bridgette asked.

"Yeah…" Beth said, getting the idea.

"What if you played something like that? Only instead of making it a team of one, why not just target threats?"

"I see," Beth said with a giant smirk. Bridgette, thinking her plan worked, smirked back. However, Beth lifted her gun, aimed at Bridgette, and fired. Bridgette's mouth dropped right before the ball made contact, sending Bridgette back to the start.

"Thanks for the tip," Beth smirked. She then skipped off into the forest, smirking all the way.

Confessional: That was cold.

Bridgette: No, no, no, no, no! I meant for us to do it together, not for her to take over! (Takes a deep breath and smiled.) It doesn't matter. I bet she'll still make herself a target.

Beth: Am I falling for Bridgette's crap? Nah! Of course she wants to pin the blame on me! But I can't be taken out that easy!

(Team Larry: Mike, Zoey)

Mike and Zoey were on top of the biggest building in the program. They figured they couldn't be attacked from so high up, so they figured to have a bit of private time. And no, you perverts can turn off the television or whatever you're using to watch this. They were simply just sitting down holding hands, looking off at the horizon.

"This is nice isn't it?" Zoey asked, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, nice…" Mike responded, sounding distant.

Zoey sighed, moving her head off Mike's shoulder and looked at him. "Come on Mike, this is ridiculous. I know you're worried about the other parts of you, but can't you just forget about them for a few minutes? Can't we just have us time?"

Mike sighed. "I'm sorry Zoey. I just… I can't help but worry that something is wrong with me. I have always had people in my head, constantly trying to take control. But now… I feel empty. I just wish I knew what was wrong."

Zoey looked at Mike and gave him a soft smile. "I understand. I'm sure Cameron and Dawn will be sure to help us after the challenge. But until then, do you want to win the challenge or just mess around until it's over?"

"Is that even a question? Mike asked. Both of them laughed, tossing their balls over the side of the building.

"Sha-ow!" someone yelled from below. Mike and Zoey looked down to see Lightning disappearing. Both of them shrugged and continued to stare into the horizon.

Confessional: Lightning just keeps getting struck!

Zoey: Oops. (She giggles.) Oh well, at least it helps us get closer to winning the challenge. But I'm just going to enjoy this moment with Mike while it lasts.

(Team Mr. Coconut: Trent)

With Lightning out, Trent decided to hide behind a corner in the street. He hadn't figured out his ball yet, but he knew it must be worth something. He currently had no target to throw at, but he wasn't ever giving up.

"Leave it up to me to worry about thing alone," Trent muttered to himself. He glanced around the corner to spot Lindsey, Katie, and DJ. He looked at the green ball, it being the only one he had. "You better work," Trent muttered, looking at the ball.

Soon, the three were within firing range. Trent sighed, readied the ball, and tossed it. Instead of succumbing to gravity, it stayed on course, heading straight for Lindsey. It hit her, sending her to disappear, then started flying straight back to Trent. Trent caught it, smiling.

"So that's how you work," Trent said with a smirk. Looking up, he noticed DJ and Katie running toward him. Startled, he tossed the ball at DJ. DJ, also startled, tossed a ball at Trent. They made contact at the same time, sending both to disappear. With nowhere to go, the ball simply fell to the ground

Katie, more startled then DJ or Trent had been, picked up the green ball. Noticing it's abilities and since Trent was gone, she picked up the ball and walked onward.

Confessional: But he just barely figured it out!

Trent: Dang it! And I just had it all figured out too! Oh well, hopefully the rest of the team is having better luck than I am.

Katie: Well, I guess that means I'm alone now. Oh well, I can hope I'll be able to help my team survive. That's all I can do at this point. And on the bright side, I got this. (Holds up Trent's ball.) Hopefully it'll help.

(Team Mr. Coconut: Sadie, Mr. Coconut)

The remaining two members of Team Mr. Coconut were in a plaza with a fountain spewing crystals in the center of it. It was set up like a food court, minus the food, with tables and chairs set up all around. Mr. Coconut and Sadie were sitting at one of these tables, just looking around.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Sadie said. "I wonder where Lewis got the idea for making such a wonderful place. If it were possible, I would totally live here."

Mr. Coconut look uneasy. "I don't know. Something about this place doesn't feel right. A bit… to close to home."

Sadie eyed him for a second before saying, "Oh, with your whole accident?"

"Yes, thanks for bringing that up," Mr. Coconut muttered.

"What exactly happened, if you don't mind me asking," Sadie asked hesitantly.

Mr. Coconut seemed to look at her for a second before sighing. "Well, if you really want to know, I was in an accident with poisonous gas. I trusted the wrong person with a, ah, secret project, and I was genetically infused with said gas. Hence why I can't leave the suit. You see, combined with oxygen, the gas can kill anyone already containing the gas. I'm surrounded by a special air that can keep me alive. I can't survive without air, but I die by touching it. I'm hoping to win the money to help extract the poison so I can live without my suit again."

Sadie looked at Mr. Coconut and smiled. "And I hope to help you all the way to the end," she said.

Mr. Coconut raised a metaphoric eyebrow. "You mean that?"

"Of course. You're my friend. If you need the money, then I'll help you get it. And if you don't, I'll win it to help you. After all, if I didn't, what kind of friend would I be?" she asked.

Mr. Coconut seemed as if he wanted to cry, but couldn't. Perhaps it was because he didn't have tear ducts. "That… is the kindest thing anyone has ever offered to me. Thank you."

Sadie smiled. "Anything for a worthwhile friend." Sadie was about the hug the nut when a ball came flying at her. It made contact, sending her away. Mr. Coconut saw Beth not too far away, re-aiming her gun at him. Not letting her have a chance, he made a break for it.

Confessional: Does this mean Mr. Coconut is gassy?

Beth: #$%! So #$% close! Oh well, maybe it's time I troll my team. I want someone strong gone, and it might as well be someone I can get rid of controllably.

Mr. Coconut: (Sniffling.) Sadie has been generous to me. And so should I to her. I will win this, and after I treat the gas, the rest of the money is hers. Perhaps this game really has changed me for the better.

(Team Vallowsmeir)

Val was getting frustrated. He was behind Courtney, who was going on and on about how important she was and how she should be in charge. If this lasted much longer, he may show his true nature and jeopardize his plan. It didn't help they hadn't moved from the starting point.

"I'm a CIT! I think the best way to attack is to wait here for people to find us," Courtney huffed.

"Dudet, if we stay here, we'll be attacked," Geoff pointed out. "I know you have had intense training for being a CIT, but sometimes we need to hear some other ideas."

Courtney scowled. "I don't care what you think party boy. Party in someone's pants while I try to lead this team to victory." Geoff sighed, shaking his head.

"Actually, Courtney, I am the leader, hence the name," Val said irritably. "I find that staying here will inevitably get us kicked out of the challenge."

"You're just a plant. I'm sure you are just something Chris is using to swipe the cash for his bail," Courtney grumbled.

"He's no plant," Noah said. Everyone looked at him. He was simply reading, doing absolutely nothing important. "If he were, I would expect an actual human to be inside. Given his unnatural shape, I believe he is an actual contestant playing for himself. Whether he is an actual demon or not, I do not know."

Val raised an eyebrow but said nothing. However, before anything at all could be said, a flying dodge ball flew and hit Izzy, who was still sulking off to the side. Courtney glanced over to see Larry and B, B reloading his gun. Courtney aimed to fire at B but didn't get the chance.

Larry, noticed Courtney's reaction, picked up Shrub standing next to him, and threw him. Shrub flew at Courtney, beat-boxing loudly. He impacted with Courtney, sending her off her feet. Val readied a dodge ball to throw at Larry, but B had reloaded and fired at Val. It made impact with him, making Courtney growl.

"No! I demand you cease fire at us at once! I'm a CIT! You can't do this to me!" Courtney yelled.

"Shut up, would you!" Larry growled and opened his protective glass. He pulled out a dodge ball and threw one at Courtney. She vanished. B reloaded and fired at Geoff, making him disappear as well.

Noah, who was still where he was, was chuckling. "And to think, I thought we would be safe tonight," he said as Shrub walked over and bonked him on the head with a dodge ball.

Confessional: That reminds me of a movie.

Vallowsmeir: It seems Noah is smarter than he seems. I will have to pursue that at some point. However, I feel, that if we lose, that I will not be voting Gwen if she is vote able.

Courtney: No! I will be listened to! I am a CIT! I have rights! If we lose, the only thing that could go right today is if Gwen is voted off!

(Lewis' Quarters)

Lewis was sitting alone in his quarters, working on a lap top. It was noticed he was searching for a chef, since Pinkie was only a temporary replacement. She was a great cook, but she had more important things to worry about than cooking.

"I can't believe how many chefs have already rejected my requests," Lewis muttered. "Aren't there any chefs who know I'm a pretty much good guy?"

The door leading to his quarters opened. Lewis looked up to see Slender walk in. Lewis smiled and said, "Can I help you?"

"I have your mail," Slender said, holding up a few envelopes. "You have fan mail here as well."

Lewis' grin seemed to grow. "Really? Pass it over." Slender tossed Lewis' mail over to him. Lewis flipped through the letters, trying to decide which one to read first. The last one he landed on made him scowl.

Upon noticing this, Slender asked, "Yes?"

"It's my step-dad," Lewis said in uncharacteristic disgust. "Want to see what it says?"

"I have no interest in that replacement to my brother," Slender said. "However, knowing you, you'll read to me anyway."

"You know your nephew well," Lewis said with a chuckle. He tore open the letter and removed a slip of paper. Glancing at it, Lewis started to read it aloud. This is what it said.

Dear step-son I will never name,

I see you got a job for a replacement for your mother's brother. Shame, I really did like Chris more than I will ever enjoy you. But I am not writing this letter for lament. I am writing to you for custody of the host position.

The contract clearly stated the closest relative to the previous host must take control of the host position. As I am spouse to your mother, that makes me the next in line for the position. I thank you for keeping it warm for me, but your reign will soon end.

I have contacted Mr. Grills, and he has stated a trial run. I will come aboard your… primitive craft when I have all my belongings. I get a three day trial run. If I am a better host, I will take over as host and you and your filth of a fiancé must leave the show. I will see you in a few days.

Sincerely,

Bartholomew Dirt

"I always found his last name funny," Lewis said with a chuckle. "Oh well. Slender, prepare Pinkie for him coming aboard here in a few days. I'll check in with Mr. Grills. Until then, call Fat Man when you get the chance to see if he can get in touch with my mom. Maybe she'll listen to me and sign over the host job to me."

"Last I checked, Chris has custody of the job. Considering that he prefers Bart over you, I don't think you stand a chance," Slender pointed out.

"Bart was never one for being truthful," Lewis said. "I want to check things over with everyone. Besides, I'm not giving up my position to Bart. I don't owe him squat. Except some money, which I can pay back now that I have my paycheck."

"Very well," Slender said. "Also, the challenge will be over within a few minutes. If you need to, relay the footage to see which team won, then head down there."

Lewis nodded his consent. "See you at dinner," he said. Slender nodded and left the room, leaving Lewis to think to himself.

Confessional: New character!

Slender: The letter from Bart is disturbing. I did not anticipate him coming into play. If he and Val were to meet… let us hope they do not.

Lewis: Am I worried? Nah. Am I flippin' angry and want to friggin' kill someone? Eh, I'll take it out on Ty the Dummy. The fact my step-dad thinks he can steal away something that I enjoy is highly frustrating. It's just… the fact Mr. Grills wants Bart of all people to try to host makes me feel like I'm not doing a good job. I'm sure that isn't the case… but I feel a bit underappreciated when I feel like I'm corrected. I guess I can use Ty the Dummy to take my feelings out on.

(Team Brick: Beth)

Beth was trudging through the city. She was looking for members of her own team, wanting to remove someone annoying and a threat. As she jumped over a ledge, she noticed Brick and Harold coming toward her. She hid behind a corner, readying her gun.

"See anyone soldier?" Brick asked Harold.

"No, but perhaps this could be an ambush," Harold said, glancing around.

"Maybe," Brick said, "but my sixth sense says we're in the clear. Just be on guard."

Beth, who was waiting for them to come into firing distance, leaped from out of the corner. Brick stumbled back, but noticing it was Beth, straightened. "Oh, it's just you. I thought you were a member of…" but Brick never finished. Beth fired her gun, hitting Brick. Harold managed to duck aside before she could hit him.

"Come on out Harold," Beth said with a chuckle. She walked down, nearing in on Harold. Before she reached him, she suddenly vanished. Harold peaked behind the corner to see Alejandro and Scott coming down toward him.

Taking a breath, he threw a ball at Scott. It hit him, alerting Alejandro to his presence. He open fire on Harold, who ducked back behind the corner. Harold took another breath and slipped back from behind the corner. He open fired on Alejandro as well. Both were throwing balls, Harold pathetically. And then, something happened.

Alejandro threw a ball at Harold. Harold lifted one of his and deflected it. Bouncing off, it fired back at Alejandro. Alejandro threw another ball at Harold. The deflected ball made contact with Alejandro, while the one Alejandro's ball made contact with Harold, sending both back to the beginning.

Confessional: Multitasking!

Alejandro: I see Harold is getting better at dodge ball. But not that good. Hopefully the rest of the team is doing better than we are. I'm not sure which team is winning currently.

Brick: I am shocked. Why did Beth attack her own men? I must ask her what her reasoning is for fighting us.

Beth: No, no, no, no, no! This is wrong! I was supposed to be the last one to leave! But… I guess if we lose, it won't matter. The same result will come to pass.

(Team Lindsey: Katie)

Katie was alone. It wasn't too different from how she felt when she was away from Sadie. She sighed as she walked into a clearing. Well, it was actually the start, where all the dodge balls were held.

Across the field, Mr. Coconut stumbled out of the city. He noticed Katie across the field and had a split second thought. "Sadie understood my needs," Mr. Coconut said to himself. "Perhaps I can fix her mess with Katie." He started to trudge across the field toward Katie.

Katie instantly took notice and took out Trent's green ball. She aimed at Mr. Coconut and readied it to fire. Mr. Coconut took notice and yelled, "Wait! I must speak with you! It's about Sadie!"

Katie, about to throw, lowered her hand instantly. "What about her?" Katie called back.

"Listen, she has been having trouble getting into contact with you," Mr. Coconut said. "We are trying to vote off the problems. I believe we only have one left, then you should be able to talk to her freely."

Katie looked at the nut hopefully. "So Sam was right. She was avoiding me because others were forcing her," she said quietly. She then called to Mr. Coconut, "If I get you out, could you possibly get rid of the person who is separating us?"

Mr. Coconut pondered a moment before nodding. "I believe I can. You should be able to talk to her in the morning if we do lose." Katie nodded her understanding and raised Trent's ball again. She threw it, hitting Mr. Coconut.

Almost a split second after Mr. Coconut vanished, Lewis' voice rang out in the holodeck, "Congratulations to the Heroic Hamsters! You guys are safe from elimination. Team Brick, for losing the most members, you will be sleeping in the Bronze Hall. As for the Villainous Vultures, Team Vallowsmeir will be sleeping in the Bronze Hall for being out first. I will see the Villains at elimination. Team Mr. Coconut is safe. And also, despite me letting her take a day off, Dakota is still vote able. And to be fair, she will receive a disadvantage at a future date. So, until the elimination, you may all hang out in the Mess Hall."

Confessional: Fly balls no more!

Katie: I guess Mr. Coconut was the last one. If he's right, then I can talk to Sadie tomorrow! But what should I say? I guess everything I feel. That should be enough to make us friends again.

Mr. Coconut: If no one knows I lost on purpose, then I should be safe in the future. Till then, I can bask in immunity and hopefully vote off a threat, both socially and physically.

(Mess Hall)

It was a good day for the Heroic Hamsters. They had won the challenge and were currently eating Pinkie's cooking, which was lasagna. Well, all except DJ, Bridgette, and Dawn, who enjoyed Pinkie's salad. Currently, however, one of the sub-teams was quite angry. And that sub-team, of course, was Team Brick.

"How dare you open fire on your comrades?" Brick barked. "We won, thank goodness, but because of you, we will be sleeping in the Bronze Hall."

"It was an accident," Beth lied, shrugging. "How was I supposed to know you guys weren't villains?"

"She does make an excellent point Brick," Cody said. "In that style of dodge ball, you couldn't tell whether the person behind the corner was friend or foe."

Tyler glared at Beth. "Knowing her, I doubt that was the case," he said.

"I know that," Cody said. "But without evidence, we can't prove anything."

"You do have evidence," Bridgette said. Everyone turned to hear her out. "She took me out. We were partners and she turned on me! She wanted to take out a major threat and she decided to sabotage her own team to do so."

"Wait a minute, you told me to do it in the first place!" Beth snarled.

Harold raised an eyebrow. "Well, considering the fact you kept firing at me when you knew you were firing on your own doesn't help your case," he pointed out.

"This is an unfair judgment!" Beth declared.

"Whether it is or not," Brick said, "you had better hope we win immunity in the next challenge. Because as far as I'm concerned, I'm voting for you next."

"So will I," Tyler said with a smirk.

"This is outrageous!" Beth shouted. "You can't seriously vote me off!"

"It seems like we will next time we lose," Harold said with a shrug. "You're going to have to live with it."

Confessional: Can I live if I'm only made of wood?

Bridgette: I knew they would favor my word over Beth's. Now the target is off my back and onto Beth's back. A good day for me indeed.

Tyler: Yes! Now I have a target on Beth's back! Don't worry Lindsey, this is for you!

Beth: I'll recover from this. From now on, I'll try to get us to win the challenges. I don't want to lose, so I won't.

Across the room, Team Larry was reflecting on their day. "All in all, I think we pulled off a tremendous win compared to yesterday," Larry said. "I have to yet again apologize for my atrocious behavior the other day."

"As we have stated before, we forgive you for your outburst," Dawn said, taking a bite of her salad.

"Yeah, don't sweat it," Mike said before sighing. "Some of us have actually lost chunks of ourselves."

"Perhaps whatever was causing me to act like a jerk is causing your personalities to hide?" Larry proposed.

"Not likely," Cameron chipped in. "From what I can tell, this weird dark flash inside you only causes anger. Mike hasn't been effected to behave like that."

"And I enjoy him better that way," Zoey said, snuggling against him.

Shrub suddenly jumped on the table and screamed, "Vt-vt! Vt-vt!" Larry cocked his suit while everyone else looked confused. "What did he say?" Cameron asked.

"I honestly don't know myself," Larry said, "he's tried saying that word before, but it won't translate. B, any ideas?"

B got up from the table and went around to Larry back. After a minute of fiddling, he looked from back behind him and shrugged. "His aura states nothing looks wrong," Dawn said. "Maybe he doesn't have the word for what he's looking for and is trying to say it the best he can."

"Well, he's never let me down before," Larry said, nodding toward Shrub, "and I plan on keeping it that way. Perhaps I will check the holodeck later to see if I can replicate an object to match the word."

"Good idea. In fact, I'll join you," Dawn said with nod. "I'm feeling a bit cramp every night and I think a good stretch would help."

Confessional: Stretch as much as a slinky.

Mike: If the weird energy only effects people to make them angry, then hopefully Zoey doesn't get effected. She can be mean when she wants to be.

Shrub: Vt-vt! Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvt-vvvvvvvvvvvvvt!

B: I checked all of Larry's translator cables. They all check out alright. Perhaps if I widen the frequency… but it shouldn't matter. The translator is equipped with over 5 million different languages, with all words in existence programed into it. Even if it's restricted, it should work to its full capacity. (B sighs and takes out Dawn's almost completed flower.) On a side note, I'm almost done with the flower. I should be able to give it to her tonight or sometime tomorrow.

I think we all know what was happening at the last Heroic Hamster table, but I guess for those slower readers I will elaborate. Currently, Katie was explaining to DJ and Lindsey all of what Mr. Coconut had said and was squeeing in delight.

"Sam was right! Sadie was only scared to talk to me because the other villains don't want team interaction," she explained. "Mr. Coconut said he would take care of the problem tonight and I should be able to talk to her in the morning."

"This is great!" Lindsey said. "Now you and Sidney can be BFFFLs again! You are so lucky. I wish I had a BFFFL."

"I thought we went over this," Katie said with an eye roll.

"We did?"

"Yeah. Wasn't it Beth who was your BFFFL?"

"Oh yeah! I, like, totally forgot!"

DJ chuckled. "Her lack of a brain never ceases to amuse me," DJ said, then added, "no offence to you at all Lindsey."

"But we don't have any weapons."

"Not that kind of… never mind," DJ said with another chuckle. He then turned to Katie and said, "I'm glad you two will be able to get along again. I feel a bit sad to see you so lonely and depressed."

"Thanks…" Katie said with a blush.

Confessional: As dumb as a sack of bacon!

DJ: I wonder why Katie blushed…

Katie: I think… I think I have a crush on DJ. I've never been to close to him, but ever since the separation with Sadie, I think I've gotten to know him better than I did before. Just wait until I tell Sadie! Well, if all goes according to plan, which I'm sure it will.

At the Villainous Vultures, Team Alejandro was debating the vote off coming up. Although, to one individual, it was quite obvious who to choose. "Ok guys, we've waiting long enough. I say we vote Courtney," Gwen said.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. "Is she bothering you again?"

"No, but there isn't anything preventing her from voting me tonight," Gwen stated. "I say we all vote for her. That way, not only are we eliminating a threat, but I can be at ease."

"I see no reason not to. Unless Duncan disagrees," Alejandro said, a smirk forming on his lips.

Duncan glared at Alejandro before saying, "I think we are in agreement." Gwen nodded before getting up and leaving the Mess Hall. Not far behind, Alejandro stood to follow. Justin was about to follow before Duncan grabbed his arm.

"Listen. I doubt Alejandro will be voted off tonight. If I'm correct, Courtney will have her alliance take down Gwen," Duncan said in a hushed whisper. "I do not trust Alejandro, so my only safe bet is to vote Gwen. At least that'll keep her safe." Justin nodded and walked off. Duncan glanced over to see Scott beep green and Zeke scratch his ear.

Confessional: Boyfriend? Or jerkfriend?

Scott: I like this plan. If we were on the same team, I would vote off my ex. But we aren't, so I'll have to make do watching Duncan's girl suffer.

Gwen: I guess Duncan must not be too mad at Alejandro. He didn't yell at him at all during the ten minutes they sat with each other.

In the middle section of the Villainous Vultures, Mr. Coconut was relaying his plan. And of course, Sadie was shaking in excitement. "As far as we know," Mr. Coconut was saying, "Courtney is the only thing in between Sadie and Katie. If we vote for her, then Sadie will be able to make contact with Katie."

"I don't see any flaw in that plan," Trent said with a nod. "I never liked Courtney's attitude. Plus, it may boost Team Vallowsmeir's morale."

Sadie was about to tears. "You really think this will work?"

"Positive," Mr. Coconut said with a nod. "You wanted to help me. So I'm going to return the favor."

"Sha-wait!" Lightning said. "Why vote sha-Courtney? Sha-Dakota wasn't here for the sha-challenge. She might be sha-slacking!"

"While that might be true," Mr. Coconut responded, "we do not have enough evidence to prove so. And let us not forget her dilemma from yesterday. If she tries to pull off the stunt like today again, I will consider voting for her. However, until then, this plan seems the best option."

Lightning grumbled something, but he silently nodded. Sadie was shaking when she asked, "Does she even want to be friends again after what happened a few days ago?"

"She seemed to think you still wanted to be friends to start with," Mr. Coconut said with a shrug. "I think you two will be back to being chubby the moment Courtney leaves."

Sadie couldn't say anything due to tears of joy streaming down her face. Mr. Coconut chuckled while Trent happily pulled her close. Mr. Coconut noticed this but said nothing. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I must go take care of something." He stood up and left.

Confessional: Why do I get the feeling something will mess up this plan?

Trent: I'm so glad Sadie's happy. I just hate it to see her cute little face all sad. Hopefully nothing will go wrong at the ceremony. A lot of people hate Courtney to begin with, so I think people will jump at the opportunity to vote her off.

(Silver Hall)

Slender was working on fixing a few things in a hallway. Lewis was currently unavailable to fix them and Pinkie was off looking. Slender hammered something in when he noticed Mr. Coconut coming toward him. "Do you need something?" he asked as the nut approached.

"Yes, I do. Do you know where I can find Lewis?" Mr. Coconut asked.

"His location is unknown at the moment," Slender responded, standing. "May I be of assistance?"

Mr. Coconut thought for a moment before deciding how to play things out. "Can you accept idols?"

Slender stood still for a moment before saying, "Due to his absence, I guess I can take over that duty. Keep in mind that this will be the first idol played, so I am not aware how to do this."

"I wouldn't worry, it's a simple one," Mr. Coconut said. He pulled out his bag and pulled out the Lewis Idol and handed it over to Slender.

Slender took it and analyzed it. "If I'm correct, the Lewis Idol will give you info about the next challenge. Normally I don't know what the challenges are, but this one happens to be one Lewis mentioned yesterday, so I can give you some advice."

"Anything you can. I don't want to lose again," Mr. Coconut said.

"Very well," Slender nodded, "yesterday, if I remember correctly, each and everyone one of you admitted your fears. It's a repeat challenge, but I suggested doing a fear challenge since some contestants haven't dealt with it."

Mr. Coconut's suit shuddered. "You mean I'll have to face kitchens?"

"Yes. If I remember right, you'll have to be locked inside a small one. However, you'll be going near the end of the challenge, so you won't have to worry right up front," Slender reassured.

"Yeah, I feel so much better," Mr. Coconut muttered. "Anything else?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," Slender said. "We will be having two guests. However, no idols will be introduced due to them not being family. I would disclose who they are, but that information isn't known to lower members of the staff, such as me. Sorry I can't be more resourceful."

"You've given me enough to work with," Mr. Coconut said with a nod. "I guess I will be seeing you tomorrow."

"Indeed," Slender said. Mr. Coconut left the hallway, leaving his purse behind. Slender glanced down both hallways and snatched it off the ground. He pocketed it inside his suit and went back to work.

Confessional: What is Slender hiding?

Mr. Coconut: A fear challenge? I think I'll warn my sub-team. I don't want them to fall into a false sense.

Slender: What? I have a collection. Some boys have stranger collections.

After hiding in the bathroom all day, Dakota entered the Mess Hall and went to join her sub-group. Upon seeing her arrival, Izzy suddenly bounced up with a grin and tackled her to the ground. "I missed you!" she cried, giving her friend a huge hug.

"I can see that," Dakota said with a light chuckled. Izzy got off of her, allowing her to stand.

"I take it you're feeling well enough to party?" Geoff asked.

Dakota sighed and said, "One step at a time Geoff. I'll get back up there. But first, we might as well talk about the vote off."

"What is there to discuss?" Courtney snarled. "We vote for Gwen. Then, once we vote her off, we vote for you for skipping out on the challenge."

"Courtney," Val muttered angrily so only she could hear.

Courtney glared at the puppet. "You may be the leader, but I call the shots," she said, matching his anger.

Noah, who was reading, said, without looking up, "I say we split the vote." This earned him looks from everyone. Sighing, he said, "Half of us vote Gwen and half of us vote Dakota. That way, it's evenly matched."

Val looked over at Courtney. "I can agree to that," he said. "You, Izzy, and Dakota vote for Gwen. Noah, Geoff and I will vote for Dakota."

"And I see it fit no other way," Courtney smirked as she walked away, happy and content.

"Thanks a lot Noah," Izzy grumbled.

Before Dakota could assure her that things would be alright, Noah said, "I wouldn't worry. Dakota isn't going anywhere. I did the math. I can assure you, the vote will be eight to seven to one." Without saying anything more, he got up to leave.

"Anyone else know what he meant?" Geoff asked.

"No clue," Dakota replied.

Confessional: I think it'll be unanimous.

Dakota: I feel a whole ton better than I did last night. I took what Pinkie said to heart. Hopefully in a few days, I'll just forget about boys entirely.

Noah: I'm not spoiling anything for you nosy watchers expecting everyone to give away their secrets. Watch instead of skipping ahead.

Vallowsmeir: I have two hunches. One, Noah is a psychic. I can rule this out because even if he was, his powers would be seriously deluded due to my negative energy. I don't have a clue how Izzy can use her's or if it's even getting to Dawn and Pinkie, but I think Noah can be ruled out with any psychic ability. Which leaves option two, which is he knows how I work. For his safety, it better not be option two.

(Holodeck 3; Lewis' Personal Holodeck)

Pinkie, who had searched Lewis' quarters thoroughly, had finally figured out that Lewis himself was on the holodeck. She bounced down to the Gold Hall, wondering why her fiancé would want to even use his holodeck.

"I know he likes to practice, but he's off duty for the next month," Pinkie pondered as she closed in on the location. "Plus, he said he wanted to bond with me more. Said it was good to get to know the bride before the wedding." She giggled then sighed. "Still, I can't imagine what type of program he could be using."

As she stepped up to the doors and they opened, she soon found out an answer to her question. Lewis was standing in the holodeck in its simplest form, with a single difference. A handmade training dummy which bore a strange alikeness to Val stood in the center. Lewis had out his two pistols and was rolling around, shooting at it.

"Ty the Dummy?" Pinkie asked.

Lewis turned, surprised. He was sweating fiercely, as if he had been at it forever. Pinkie noticed and grew slightly concerned to see the tips of Lewis' purple hair were brown. Lewis smiled, but it was very weak. "Ah, Pinkie. You caught me by surprise," Lewis said with a weak smile.

"Lewis. What's your name?" Pinkie asked, keeping her distance.

Lewis gave a weak chuckle. "It's Lewis, Pinkie. My body is just on standby, just in case I get angrier," Lewis said. Pinkie looked into his eyes, and nodded, coming closer.

"Is it Bart?" Pinkie asked rhetorically.

"It's like he has to steal everything away from me," Lewis muttered. "My mom, my freedom on my home world, my inheritance, now this job? Why must he always steal what I love?"

Pinkie reached him and Lewis pulled her into a hug. Pinkie waited for a few seconds before answering, "Because you love."

Lewis pulled back and looked at her for an explanation. She said, "You care about others. You help others before you help yourself. And that's a threat to him. He's used to having everyone fend for themselves or go to him for help. When you're around, that puts him in danger."

Lewis was silent a moment. "Do you think I'm better?" he asked. "At hosting, I mean."

"Hard to say," she said, snuggling up closer. "Because he hasn't started hosting. But right now, I think you're better by far."

"But what if Mr. Grills prefers Bart over me?"

"A wise demon hunter once told me it doesn't matter what others call you or think of you, as long as you know who you are and what you want to be."

Lewis smirked. "I said something like that this morning."

"That's why I quoted it."

Both of them were silent a moment. They didn't want to ruin the moment. It was perfect. Then Lewis asked, "I can get Slender to cover for me at the elimination. And he can take care of the Hall of Banishment in the morning. And I do have someone coming over tomorrow."

Pinkie, without looking at him, arched an eyebrow. "Are you saying we could have a day off?"

"I'm not saying we can't. I'm just saying if we wanted one, it had to be tomorrow."

Pinkie turned and smiled. "And assuming we did take a day off, what would we do?"

"We are passing over Easter Island tomorrow. I know you've always wanted to go, and it's not like we're heading anywhere in particular…"

Pinkie kissed him. "You always know what I want before I want it."

"I'll take that as a yes then?" Lewis asked with a smile. Pinkie answered him by kissing him. Lewis returned the favor. As they kissed, the brown in Lewis' hair seemed to turn back to its original color.

Confessional: Why brown? Why not wood?

Pinkie: Best boy ever.

Lewis: Best girl ever.

Slender: I think I'm going to be sick. Again.

(Hall of Death)

The Villainous Vultures had gathered down in the Hall of Death for the ceremony. When Lewis was not there for several minutes, the Villains were starting to get worried. After a moment, however, Slender walked in up onto Lewis' post. This raised several questions.

"Where's Lewis?" Izzy asked, concerned.

"He's… currently unavailable," Spike said with a shrug. "Pinkie is with him. They're focusing on something a bit more important right now."

"Shouldn't be hosting if he can't focus on his job," Courtney scoffed.

"Aside from getting distracted," Slender said, "he is a great host, friend, and nephew. Now, I'll try to do it how he does eliminations and ask a few questions. Duncan, how do you think you're doing so far?"

"I believe I'm doing alright," Duncan said. "Although, I'm playing more for Gwen than myself."

Slender raised an eyebrow. "I see. Trent, would you find yourself a target if you were not immune?"

"I don't think so. A lot of the heat is focused elsewhere tonight," he responded.

"Hopefully you won't ever find out. Dakota, are you feeling a tad better since last night's incident?"

"A little," Dakota admitted. "But I'm working on my problems one step at a time."

"Good to hear that," Slender said with a nod. "One final question. Val, do you know who you are voting for."

"Yes. And it will impact the entirety of the game," Val said.

"We'll just have to see, I guess," Slender said with a shrug. "Courtney, I'll let you go first tonight."

Voting Confessional: Let's see if Noah was right.

Courtney: (Crosses out Gwen's photo.) Nothing more to be said.

Sadie: (Crosses out Courtney's picture.) If there is any chance I have of reconnecting with Katie, you need to go. Nothing personal, but I really want my best friend back.

Duncan: (Crosses out Gwen's picture.) It's for your own good. I don't trust Alejandro as far as I can throw him and you're in the cross fire.

Lightning: Lightning don't get this sha-vote. Sha-slackers slow down sha-Lightning, and Lightning can't sha-have that! (Scribbles out Dakota's picture.)

Geoff: (Writes the word 'Sorry' on Courtney's photo.) I want to make things right. If you can't think of me of anything other than a bed buddy, then I don't want you as a friend.

Noah: (Fiddles with the camera.) Don't want you guys to see my vote. It'll come back on in a moment.

Vallowsmeir: My vote will indeed change the entire way this game is played. And no one will expect it in the least. (Raises marker to cross of photo, but fades to static.)

After Val cast his vote, Slender went to tally the score. When he returned, he came holding fifteen bags of popcorn. "I don't want to take you too long, so here it is," Slender said. "First off are the immune. Sadie."

"Mr. Coconut."

"Lightning."

"Trent."

He tossed them all the popcorn and picked up another bag of popcorn. "The next person who gets some without being immune is… Justin."

"Scott."

"Izzy."

"Ezekiel."

"Geoff."

"Vallowsmeir."

"Duncan."

"Alejandro."

"Noah."

"Dakota."

They all received their popcorn and seemed relieved. The two without popcorn were Gwen and Courtney. Gwen actually looked very nervous while Courtney had a very smug look on her face. "You two are mortal enemies," Slender said. "Gwen, a misjudged girl, and Courtney, a very bossy girl. Some fans may agree with this, others may not. But the last bag of popcorn goes to…

Gwen," he finished, tossing her the last bag of popcorn. Gwen shockingly caught her bag while Courtney fumed.

"What the #$%! Gwen was supposed to leave! This is impossible!" she yelled in defiance.

"The votes were clear," Slender said. "It was eight votes you, seven votes Gwen, and a stray vote for Dakota."

Courtney snarled at him. Near her, Geoff, Izzy, and Dakota gaped at Noah in surprise, due to his perfect prediction. Val seemed to ponder this.

Slender pulled out Lewis' remote and pushed the button. The Slide of Shame appeared. Courtney, not needing Slender's guidance, walked toward the stairs. But before she went down, she socked Slender in the arm.

"Ow!" Slender snapped angrily.

"Meant for Lewis, but you're a more fun target," Courtney smirked and she walk down the stairs. Slender sighed and shut the door behind her.

"I think this just goes to show some people are poor sports," Slender said. "You may go to your halls." The contestants nodded their consent and got up to leave. Slender then walked over to the stairs and started to go downwards.

Confessional: I guess it wasn't unanimous.

Duncan: How did Courtney get voted off? I thought she would get her team together and get them all to vote for Gwen. That sounds like her.

Sadie: Oh my gosh. I'm going to see Katie in the morning. I'm so excited! But I'm also nervous. What if she doesn't forgive me for what I did? Maybe Mr. Coconut and Trent can cheer me up.

Vallowsmeir: You do what you must do to get things done. She was a crucial part of my plan, but upon further depth, I found it can run just as smoothly without her. Good-bye Courtney. I would have rather hunted you down and char boiled you alive then skinned you and she you run around screaming, but voting for you will suffice for now.

(Hall of Banishment)

Slender had made his way down to the Hall of Banishment where the Heroic Hamsters were waiting. He walked up and pulled the wheel out. Before he could start, Dawn asked the obvious question. "Where's my uncle?" she asked.

"His quarters," Slender answered, "Lewis just told me he and Pinkie were have a bit of alone time and to have me cover for him."

"Why? Shouldn't he be doing his job?" Beth said with a sneer.

Slender eyed her. (Without eyes, of course.) "That is the second time I've heard that question asked today. I'm afraid I can't answer that as I do not know. I am only supposed to spin the wheel, send one of you over to the Devil Ship, and let you go to your rooms." Before Beth could argue, Slender grabbed the wheel and spun it.

It whirled around and around for a bit until it soon stopped on…

Beth. "Alright Beth, I guess fate didn't like the question you asked," Slender said. Beth scowled, but nodded her consent. She slid inside the tube and crawled to the other side. Slender again pulled out Lewis' remote and pressed the button, sealing the tube.

"You may all return to your halls to turn in for the night," he said. Most of them nodded, as they left. After they were all gone, Slender turned to the camera. "So, what will happen next time? Will Katie and Sadie be reunited? Is Noah hiding something? What is Val's actual plan? And will Larry still benefit from Shrub? Find out next time on Total Drama All Stars!"

Confessional: I think the answer is no to all the above questions. Well, except to the ones where the answer is actually yes.

Tyler: Serves Beth right. Still, I wouldn't have minded to see her grilled by Brick, who looked ticked. Oh well, either way, hopefully this shapes up her attitude.

Dawn: I wonder why those two are slacking on their responsibilities. They are the most responsible people I know. Well, Lewis is, Pinkie is more of a free spirit. But, I guess all couples need a bit of alone time.

Votes

Gwen: Courtney

Duncan: Gwen

Scott: Gwen

Ezekiel: Gwen

Justin: Gwen

Alejandro: Courtney

Noah: Courtney

Izzy: Gwen

Dakota: Gwen

Courtney: Gwen

Geoff: Courtney

Vallowsmeir: Courtney

Sadie: Courtney

Lightning: Dakota

Trent: Courtney

Mr. Coconut: Courtney

Courtney- 8 votes

Gwen- 7 votes

Dakota- 1 vote

Heroic Hamsters: Team Brick- Bridgette, Beth, Harold, Cody, Tyler, Brick

Team Lindsey- DJ, Katie, Lindsey

Team Larry- B, Cameron, Zoey, Dawn, Mike, Larry

Villainous Vultures: Team Alejandro- Gwen, Duncan, Scott, Ezekiel, Justin, Alejandro

Team Vallowsmeir- Noah, Izzy, Dakota, Geoff, Vallowsmeir

Team Mr. Coconut- Sadie, Lightning, Trent, Mr. Coconut.

Eliminated: Heather, Sierra, Owen, Jo, Sam, Courtney

Idols

Angel Idol: Winning team votes someone off losing team (NOT FOUND)

Lewis Idol: Challenge Info (USED BY MR. COCONUT)

Chef Idol: Dating Idol (HELD BY ALEJANDRO)

Chris Idol: Immunity

Red Key- (NOT FOUND)

Orange Key- (HELD BY CODY)

Yellow Key- (NOT FOUND)

Green Key- (NOT FOUND)

Blue Key- (NOT FOUND)

Purple Key- (NOT FOUND)

Pink Key- (HELD BY ALEJANDRO)

Pinkie Idol: Immunity for someone who isn't the one playing the idol (NOT FOUND)

Slender Idol: Only the user's vote counts in an elimination (NOT FOUND)

Slenderstine Idol: Stops three people from voting (NOT FOUND)

Yvonne Idol: Losing team votes someone to go to the Devil Ship on the winning team (HELD BY NOAH)

BN: Courtney was meant to get much farther. I had a plot with her meeting up with Duncan later on and they would become a strategic duo. However, I felt that Courtney's hatred would get in the way, so I paired her as far away from Duncan and Gwen as I could. But because of this, she didn't have much plot purpose, and she became increasingly annoying with her obsession to eliminate Gwen. Her elimination kept getting pushed back farther and farther until boom! I figured Val taking her out would show that she could most definitely tick off someone powerful voters. Sorry Courtney fans, but this is where Courtney goes.

Next Time: The contestants mingle as they head to sleep. Val sends off another nightmare, but you may not be able to guess who it's to. Also, Lewis and Pinkie take the day off, leaving the two guests to host the challenge for the day. And guess what? Time for the return of the Fear Challenge!