Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.
Note: It's been a while huh? Sorry for the delay everyone; I've had a lot of stuff to deal with in real life. Among the highlights, I've been prepping myself for university and have signed up for on campus housing and applied for a student loan. Not just that, but there is a MASSIVE heat wave in my area that has made it very hard to write. Oh, and a girl is interested in me … she apparently thinks I'm 'fit', not that I'm complaining of course. So yeah, I've been busy due to circumstances. Anyway, here's the next chapter of Tweenabet … but this is not episode 6, it is an interlude. Every five or so episodes there will be an interlude chapter that focuses on the campers who have been voted off. It's not a very long chapter, but I assure you that they will get longer as more tweens are voted out. So, enough of my ramblings, let's get this show on the road!
I wish I could go to the Playa … though I don't want to be voted off either.
The waves of the ocean of the Wawanakwa Archipelago were gentle and serene. The sky was full of stars and this, combined with the full moon being reflected off the waves, made the night look unconditionally beautiful. The temperature was modest; it was slightly chilly, but not at all freezing. The sun had set a long time ago and it would soon be time for all the Diurnal creatures, both human and animal, to turn in for the night. However, not everyone was asleep yet.
A lone boat was travelling along the open water and heading towards a place of luxury and comfort. Chef Hatchet was at the wheel driving it steadily, while sitting on a crate at the back of the boat was Mist. She had her head in her hands and was looking up at the stars.
"Twenty third out of twenty six … I guess I'm not really cut out for serious competition. Maybe mummy was right; maybe there are better ways to cure my timid nature." Lamented Mist. "That money would have been nice … maybe I could have built a Wiccan community building? Well, I'm out now and you can't change the past..."
"It ain't anything worth complaining about Wiccan Girl." Stated Chef Hatchet. "The next challenge is another fear confrontation, so you're probably better off being out."
"… When you put it that way I cannot help but agree." Admitted Mist. "Still, I never thought an idol would do me in … I just hope Quadesh will be ok. Then again, she's made of much stronger stuff than I am."
"She may be tough, but she's going to need to win a challenge soon; she's got the worst record out of everyone remaining." Chuckled Chef Hatchet.
"Not true. Betilla hasn't won immunity yet either." Stated Mist.
"Maybe so, but Veggie girl still has all her allies and has only been in the bottom two once. Grumpy girl has been in the bottom two twice and has lost two allies in a row." Stated Chef Hatchet.
"Well … she can still turn things around." Said Mist stubbornly.
Chef Hatchet was silent for a moment.
"You know; you're the first contestant this season that has actually shown support for someone still in the game; heck, you're not even upset about being booted out so early." Noted Chef Hatchet.
"I still feel a little upset … but I'm not gonna cry about it or throw a temper tantrum." Shrugged Mist. "Everyone is gonna be voted out eventually … and due to my meek nature and strength, I'd likely have just been voted out in another episode anyway. So, how did the three before me react?"
"The crybaby sneak was snarling and yelling all through the ride and was hoping the money would be destroyed so that nobody would win. Advertiser kid just advertised things like comfort food and a ticket back into the game. And slapper girl slapped me." Frowned Chef Hatchet. "Honestly, have any of them ever heard of the term 'graceful loser' … I suppose not. I wonder if anyone will have to be dragged down the dock of shame this season."
"Hopefully not; I wouldn't want anyone to get laughed at by their peers when they get back home." Murmured Mist. "Speaking of which, I hope my family and friends aren't disappointed in me for losing so early."
"Maybe they will be, but maybe not. Look at it this way; you outlasted three others, one of which could have been a big threat if he got further than the first elimination. And even then, you never did anything morally wrong. Granted none of the others have done anything questionable either, but money can make people do some bad stuff; it's both a good human invention and a really bad one." Said Chef Hatchet somewhat philosophically.
"… You're a lot smarter than I thought … eep! Sorry, I didn't mean that I thought you were dumb." Stammered Mist apologetically.
Chef Hatchet just laughed.
"Mist, you need to toughen up a bit. You really remind me of Fluttershy … err, not that I watch that show or anything. I don't know anything about ponies and I have never attended Brony-Con." Said Chef Hatchet quickly.
"I'll pretend you didn't say anything incriminating." Smiled Mist with a giggle.
"Thanks … I'm just glad this isn't on camera." Stated Chef Hatchet. "Well, we're nearly here; hope you enjoy yourself."
"I'm sure I will." Nodded Mist. "I guess I can look forward to going back to Wawanakwa on the last day and watching the final challenge."
"Actually, the losers ain't gonna go and watch … well, some will and some won't." Said Chef Hatchet mysteriously.
"What do you mean?" Asked Mist curiously.
"I'm not allowed to say, but let's just say that the winner won't be determined in a one on one challenge like last season; Chris will reveal all once the merge starts." Assured Chef Hatchet. "Anyway, we're here."
The Boat of Losers pulled up at another dock; this dock led towards a very luxurious and fancy resort that seemed to promise a summer full of fun and games. Mist took one look at it and smiled.
"… Maybe being voted off early won't be so bad after all." Smiled Mist as she picked up her suitcase of belongings. "Thanks for the ride Mr. Chef."
"Don't mention it." Assured Chef Hatchet.
Mist stepped off the boat and onto the dock; Chef Hatchet then turned the boat around and started the journey back to Wawanakwa Island. He was soon gone and Mist turned to face the resort.
"So … what should I do first." Pondered Mist.
"How about saying hello to us." Said a voice.
Mist turned to the source of the voice and saw Walter, Flynn and Veedle standing nearby. It was Veedle who had spoken. Mist approached them and gave a polite nod.
"Hello guys; you won't believe what just happened to me." Began Mist.
"We already know you got idoled; there's a live feed from the island so we can see everything that the rest of you guys are doing." Stated Walter. "It's a double edged sword really."
"How so?" Asked Mist.
"It's funny to laugh at everyone getting humiliated and embarrassed … but it's a constant reminder that we're eliminated and have lost so early." Replied Walter with a bitter sigh. "I had a lot of great plans and strategies to get me to the end. I'm never gonna live this down!"
"A live feed? That sounds cool; so, can you see confessionals as well?" Asked Mist.
"Yep; they can be both interesting and quite enraging; is kind of like an invasion of privacy." Nodded Veedle.
"Yeah; it makes my elimination worse. Maybe I could advertise Sampson's lie." Offered Flynn.
"What lie?" Asked Mist.
"Let's take a walk and talk; is getting bit chilly out here." Stated Veedle. "Need help with your belongings?"
"It's fine, I can carry them." Assured Mist as she and the other three boots started to walk to the main building. "So, what was Sampson's lie?"
"For the low price of $1 I can say with no uncertainty that Sampson is a clever lazy bones." Said Flynn.
"To explain it like a normal person … his claim that he was a plant in the game and not a real contestant was complete baloney. He made it up. He's a contestant just like everyone else; he wants to get through by doing nothing at all." Grumbled Walter.
"Oh my! That's quite dishonest." Noted Mist. "Isn't that against the rules?"
"Lying is encouraged in this game; why do you think Heather got so far last season?" Said Walter flatly. "Regardless, I don't appreciate his strategy. It's a complete cop out. At least I was more than willing to put effort into the game and the challenges. I may be lacking in strength, but I still try my best."
"I guess your best wasn't good enough." Noted Flynn.
"Shut up." Growled Walter. "This is going to ruin my reputation!"
"What reputation?" Asked Veedle.
"I rule my school back home! I'm the king and the schoolyard is my kingdom; some other king is gonna be elected after this!" Exclaimed Walter.
"Err … I don't think kings are elected." Noted Mist quietly. "I think you're thinking of a president."
"Same thing." Shrugged Walter.
"Well, not really … but ok." Said Mist. "So, anything else I should know about; like, is anyone else lying about who they are as people?"
"Kelly isn't that nice; she got me out." Muttered Veedle. "By getting me to slap her she made me a bigger target … not to mention that she tricked Alfie into giving her his idol."
"Well she did mention her family is quite poor." Stated Flynn. "Maybe I could organise a fund raiser for her, like a bake sale."
"Who would buy the cakes? Nobody is here besides us." Said Walter dully.
"… The interns? They're adults and adults tend to have the most money to spend." Shrugged Flynn. "When you're as good an advertiser as me you tend to have a rudimentary knowledge on economics."
"I think we all got screwed." Muttered Walter. "And Mist, well, you got screwed as well and not just by an idol."
"What do you mean?" Asked Mist curiously.
"You had two votes against you and both came from somewhere. I found it kinda funny." Chuckled Walter.
"I didn't; was a big betrayal." Scowled Veedle.
"… Did Quadesh vote for me?" Asked Mist quietly.
"Nope. We'll tell you once we're inside. There's a big buffet by the TV; we'll talk about it over a hamburger, and they don't even cost a cent!" Cheered Flynn.
"Not like you can charge us for them; you didn't make them and they're supposed to be free of charge." Stated Veedle as the four tweens came up to the front door. "You can unpack after truth is revealed; this can't wait, is indeed a shocker."
"… Ok, now I'm starting to feel kinda worried." Gulped Mist.
Presently the four tweens were in the TV room; they each had something to eat and were talking about the contest between mouthfuls.
"You know, I would have thought you'd be a vegetarian since you're a Wiccan." Noted Walter.
"Nature is important to me and I'm an omnivore by nature; going against that would basically be disobeying nature." Stated Mist while taking a bite out of a burger. "It's really nice to eat something so good after having to eat Chef Hatchet's cooking for a few days. No offense to him, but he isn't a great cook."
"Understatement." Chuckled Flynn. "Anyway, since we can all see the episodes we were all able to see how our eliminations happened. Walter's strategy backfired, I got screwed by Sampson, and Gilda to an extent, and Veedle was done in by Kelly and Otis."
"What did Otis do?" Asked Mist. "I never got the impression he was the type to plan out an elimination; he doesn't seem serious enough."
"He is trouble maker; he left Gwen Idol in the voting room and by bad luck Joanne found it. He ruined my game." Scowled Veedle. "Both he and Kelly have a slap coming when they get here."
"Can I watch?" Grinned Walter.
"Be my guest." Shrugged Veedle.
"So … how did I get voted out? You said I had two votes against me; who were they from?" Inquired Mist.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news … oh who am I kidding? I love giving bad news." Chuckled Walter. "Well anyway, two people voted for you. One of them was Harvey; Ub told him to since it'd put you in the bottom two and make Quadesh more likely to join him. Clearly neither him nor Ub realised Xadrian had the Chris Idol."
"I see … I guess I can't stay mad at him though, he was really handsome." Giggled Mist.
"You never really spoke to him though." Noted Flynn.
"I'm allowed to look." Shrugged Mist. "So, who was the other person?"
"… It was Tilly." Said Walter simply. "She backstabbed you, plain and simple."
"… What?" Said Mist quietly. "I thought she was my friend."
"Clearly you thought wrong." Shrugged Walter.
SLAP!
"Ow!" Yelped Walter. "Veedle, what the heck was that for?"
"Is not nice to taunt someone over being backstabbed; gives a lot of bad karma, da?" Stated Veedle. "Tilly has joined up with multiple alliances and spread lies in order to turn alliance leaders against each other and take target off her. Is admittedly smart idea, but not honourable."
"Did she know Xadrian had the Chris Idol?" Asked Mist.
"Beats me; she didn't make a confessional after your got voted off." Said Flynn. "But for the price of $9.99 I will throw a rock at her, if you want."
"No thanks." Denied Mist politely. "So, she never really saw me as a friend?"
"It's debatable; on one hand she's not doing any real harm and did say some nice things about you in the confessional … on the other hand she just sees everyone as numbers, you included." Shrugged Walter. "She's a smart player; she has my support."
"I hope Quadesh will be alright; she's allied with both Sampson and Tilly … two big liars." Murmured Mist.
"A lot of the others are lying about stuff. Besides Sampson and Tilly there is Kelly who lied to Alfie to get an idol, Ub who is getting a big alliance together, Otis who pretends to be dumber than he actually is, Quadesh herself which comes with the territory of politics, Gilda who changes her 'edit' every episode, Penta who actually is a big girly girl who acts like a tomboy because her parents want her to be one … and of course Charles and Ricky who actually know each other outside the show and, in fact, live in the same neighbourhood." Listed Walter.
"Charles and Ricky know each other?" Blinked Mist.
"Yep." Nodded Walter. "The only good thing about being the first person voted off is that I can watch the episodes and laugh about how nobody can tell when they are being lied to. Maybe I could send a message in a bottle to the island with some information in order to stir up trouble."
"Jerk." Muttered Veedle.
"Been called worse." Shrugged Walter. "And I am allowed to be a jerk; those idiots voted me off!"
"You fake cried too much; everyone thought you were too sensitive to last." Stated Veedle.
"They were supposed to take pity on me and become my bodyguards and alliance! They did the opposite of what they were supposed to!" Yelled Walter.
"Well … fake crying was a bit of a stupid strategy." Admitted Mist. "Maybe you should have just pretended to be a nice guy, like a sort of 'everyman'. People would have kept you … actually, if you acted like your normal self you might have stuck around as well. But at least your mistake let Quadesh stay in the game."
Walter was silent for a moment before he spoke.
"Hey Mist." Said Walter.
"Yes?" Replied Mist.
Walter flipped Mist the bird.
SLAP!
"Ow!" Yelped Walter. "Ok, you know what? Screw you guys, I'm going to bed. I'll be in room one if you need me … so don't need me!"
Walter stormed off out of the room and the other three tweens exchanged a glance.
"For the low, low price of $3.99 I could sell him a chill pill." Chuckled Flynn.
Mist giggled while Veedle lightly smirked.
"So … what is there to do around here?" Asked Mist. "I want to make the most of my time here."
"There's loads of stuff to do. There are buffets, swimming pools, a beach, an arcade, a library, a games room, a bar that gives out fruit juice and soda, a gym, a nature walk and a heck of a lot more! And the best part? It's free!" Exclaimed Flynn.
"I like the sound of the nature walk." Smiled Mist. "Maybe I could find a tree stump to meditate on."
Mist then yawned and started to realise how sleepy she was.
"What time is it?" Asked Mist.
Veedle glanced at her watch.
"Is about ten past eleven." Stated Veedle.
"Well, I'd better get going to bed; it's way past my bedtime." Decided Mist as she got to her feet.
"But your parents aren't here; they'll never know." Stated Veedle.
"I know; but I feel sleepy and I actually want to get some rest … it's been a long day." Stated Mist as she got to her feet and picked up her suitcase. "So, could one of you show me to my room? Err, I mean, if it's ok with you that is."
"Sure, I'll show you." Nodded Veedle. "Coming Flynn?"
"No thanks, I think I'll stay here and watch the shopping channel." Stated Flynn. "They might advertise something stupid, like a wooden frying pan for the price of $999.99."
"… You're right, that is silly." Agreed Veedle. "Is true that some inventors are morons, da?"
"Totally." Nodded Flynn.
Veedle led Mist to where the bedrooms were located (floor two of the Playa to be exact). There was a long corridor that had several doors on it, and round the corner this continued all the way around the floor. Each door had a number on it and the doors closest to the two tweens had single digit numbers.
"Ok, is quite easy to explain how bedroom assignments work. Each door has number on it; the number shows which room is yours. Walter was first boot and has room number one, Flynn lost second and has room two, I fell third and have room three and thus you have room four since you were the fourth voted out." Explained Veedle. "Rooms are assigned to person whose rank matches the door; early boots get low numbers and late boots get high numbers. I'm not sure if there is difference between rooms, is likely just a symbol of pride. We are not allowed to sleep in rooms that are not ours unless we are invited; is stupid rule, but the high number rooms are forbidden to us."
"Maybe they are more luxurious since whoever gets them will have lasted longer; perhaps the doors from twenty and up are a slice of heaven … are you sure we can't take a tiny peek?" Asked Mist.
"I not mind at all, but is against rules. Besides, each of those doors is locked and keys are hidden well; the key to each room is only given to the respective owner." Stated Veedle. "Also, do you gamble?"
"Not really; I tend to save up my money and spend it on stuff like crystals and plants and candles and stuff." Replied Mist. "… Why?"
"I was thinking of running betting pool on winner; it good way of making money despite not being in contest anymore." Said Veedle. "I think winner will be Albino girl … Edith was her name, right?"
"That's her." Nodded Mist. "Well, I have to respectively decline; gambling is a bad habit."
"Ok then. Oh, by the way … care for a spot of wrestling tomorrow?" Offered Veedle.
"Wrestling?" Repeated Mist. "Err, well, I'm not much of a fighter."
"Is true, but you are able to life three times own weight; should be a good workout." Replied Veedle. "I'll see you in morning. Word of advice, don't sit next to Walter; he is liable to steal food when you're not looking. And before I forget, here is key to your room."
Veedle reached into her pocket and took out a key which she passed to Mist.
"Sleep well … and remember, don't call me Veedy." Said Veedle simply.
With enough being said Veedle entered her room and closed the door which was followed by a lock clicking. Mist was silent for a moment before she walked over to her room, unlocked the door and then stepped inside.
Presently Mist had changed into her pyjamas (a dark forest green shirt and shorts combo with a forest tree pattern on them) and was in her rather spacious bed. Mist had set up a dream catcher above her bed and was finishing off a cup of herbal tea.
"I wonder what I should do first; I'm gonna be spending the rest of my summer here." Pondered Mist as she put the teacup on the bedside cabinet. "I should probably unpack … but I'll do it tomorrow; I think I've earnt a good rest."
Mist glanced at the balcony; each room had one built in. It would be good for star gazing, especially since according to Veedle all the lights were shut off at midnight and thus light pollution wouldn't obstruct her view of the night sky. Mist had resolved to stargaze at her earliest opportunity.
"I feel sleepy … but maybe I could meditate for a little while; it always eases the nightmares a bit." Decided Mist.
Mist assumed a meditative stance and began to meditate while softly breathing in and out; as she meditated she thought to herself about how the game had gone for her.
"Well, I lost the game and got backstabbed by somebody who I thought was my friend. Daddy will probably be disappointed. I bet he'd prefer a daughter who could play football like a pro … or maybe just throw a ball. Gee, I really need to toughen up … maybe I'll sign up for military school next summer." Lamented Mist. "Well, I've got over a month at this resort, so I might as well enjoy myself; that nature walk sounds wonderful."
Mist meditated in silence for a few minutes before she spoke to herself.
"I wonder who will arrive here next … hopefully somebody sweet and nice; I'd rather it not be somebody loud and scary..." Murmured Mist. "I just hope Quadesh will be alright; hopefully my lucky beret will serve her well."
Next Time: The tweens have to face their fears; some show no fear and accomplish this task and others cluck like a chicken. Also, Ivy has her date and Quadesh goes on a warpath of anger and sadness due to losing her first ever friend … but what else would you expect from Total Drama? Stay Tuned!