The Total Drama series belongs to Teletoon, and Cartoon Network. Also, the VS. idea isn't mine. It belongs to CragmiteBlaster. Everything I also mention that's copyrighted belongs to their respective copyrights. However, all my characters belong to me.
BaconBaka's Bites: Yeah, sorry that this chapter took so long to make. I was working on other stuff, and this got put on the backburner. I so wanted this to just be a two parter, but… Life had different plans in store. Nevertheless, enjoy.
This part, we start the challenge proper.
Challenge Beach
Everyone was waiting on their respective mats, as Chris was standing in front of the campers.
"And welcome back!" Chris announced. "In case you're just joining us, you're in time to see the campers battle it out at sea!"
"But that was only a 10 second pause..." Nelson stated.
"But that equals to 4 minutes in commercial time. Or 7 minutes in America. You American guys must be really desperate for cold, hard cash. Especially with whoever's in charge hogging it all. Anyways, there'll be around 8 rounds to slog through. The winner of a round scores 3 points for their team, with second place winning 2 points. Third scores 1 point, and the last place loser scores zilch for their team."
"Sah-WISH!" Liang smirked in triumph. "Points, smoints; this'll be easy-peasy for us, host-dork."
He soon looked towards Maureen, and grinned.
"We got the Buddah and Maureen on our side!" Liang stated.
"I didn't know you were a Buddist..." Isabel said. "Interesting..."
"Eh, I was raised that way. No big deal, really." Liang shrugged.
"You're not exactly acting that way, dude..." Mozart stated.
"Yeah, now let's go at it in the challenges!" Maureen said, grinning widely and starting to stretch, as...
"Nice try, Maureen, but if your team decided to cheese the challenge by tossing yourself at everyone else, then it wouldn't be any fun for the viewing audience. Unless they were Maureen fans." Chris interrupted. "That's why..."
Chris pressed on a pad, as what appeared to be a giant scoreboard rose from the sands of the beach.
"...Everyone will be chose via a randomizer. That way, everyone will be given a fair chance to fight it out for their team." Chris continued, as he pressed on his pad again.
Almost instantly, the scoreboard started to rapidly go through all of the campers on each team, each picture flashing by real fast.
"For the first part of the challenge, the contestants taking part will be..." Chris announced, as the pictures started to stop on a single camper for each respective team.
"Sting… Pomona… Lance… And Mozart! You guys are it for round one!"
The four campers stepped forward, having been chosen.
"You four shall be… jousting on giant platforms!" Chris said, each tossing over a pungi stick each towards the four.
Mozart looked at his stick, and grinned.
"Heh, this outta be pretty easy; I mastered the bo. A giant Q-Tip is cake!" Mozart confidentially grinned.
Pomona took a look towards Mozart, as a thought hit her…
"Hmm… Mozart's an expert at weaponry. I may have to pull out a trick out of my currently non-existing sleeves..." Pomona thought.
Confessional: Do short sleeves count?
Pomona: This'll take a lot to set up. Just play it cool until it's just me and Mozart… That's when I'll strike like a snake guarding the fruit of knowledge… Or was he planted there by Satan?
Lance: Need I mention I scored the part of Hamlet in… Hamlet? Everyone was floored by my spear skills; I can translate that to a giant Q-Tip!
The four were now on a giant platform, ready to square off against one another. Lance and Mozart held their sticks in almost a weapon-like stance, Sting was swinging his around like a baton, and Pomona held hers by her side, whistling a tune.
"Campers ready?" Chris announced. "Then… It's time to BATTLE!"
With a gong sound, both Lance and Mozart lept into the fray, starting to swing their sticks at each other, striking them in the process.
"Boy, I've got first place in the last fencing tourney I was in. You might as well back off now." Lance taunted.
"No can do, dude; I'm going all the way." Mozart responded back, as he continued to jab at Lance, the two of them getting a few blows in.
With Sting, he was facing off against Pomona, each of them having a stare-off.
"Okay, as a fellow nose-ring sporting brother in crime, I promise you, I won't nail you in the face. Besides, getting nailed on the face after a fresh piercing can tend to hurt... Deal?" Pomona asked, as he offered her hand towards Sting.
Sting smiled, accepting her hand. "Deal! And I feel the same way-"
Soon enough, Pomona pulled Sting forward with his arm, and swiftly got behind him, shoving him a bit with her stick.
"Hey, you said we had a deal!" Sting said out loud, turning around.
Pomona soon gave a bit of a shove towards Sting with her stick, as he inched closer to the edge.
"We do. But any and all other body parts are still fair game." Pomona stated back.
"...Good point." Sting agreed, as he was tapped one last time, sending him off the platform, and into the ocean below, resulting in a splash.
STING HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
"Heh, now to watch these two boys duel to non-death." Pomona said, grinning, as Lance and Mozart continued to duke it out.
Back with the two remaining boys, they continued to trade blows with each other.
"Your skills and swordplay from Hamlet simply will not stand up to the awesomeness that is the Bo! I trained myself at it since I was eight!" Mozart declared.
"Alas, poor Tonfa… For it shall be you that shall take the fall." Lance responded back.
Mozart blinked. "...How you figure out my last name was Tonfa?"
"I noticed your last name stitched onto your swimsuit." Lance admitted.
Mozart looked behind his swimsuit, and sighed.
"...Dang it, mommy." Mozart said out loud, as he looked over at Lance, who raised an eyebrow. "She thought it was a good idea at the time."
The two continued to strike at each other with their sticks, in almost a dueling-like fashion. But Lance was nearing the edge of the platform, as Mozart continued to swing his stick around. Soon, Lance slipped off, but managed to grab onto the edge of the platform, and tried to pull himself back up. But his fingers started to slip off.
But Mozart was looking down at Lance…
"Long live the king, dude..." Mozart stated.
Lance's fingers finally gave way, as he started to fall off the platform.
"Way to use The Lion King on me, you punk!" Lance yelled out, as he splashed into the waters below.
LANCE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Soon, it came down to Pomona and Mozart, as the two looked at each other. The two circled around the platform, all while keeping their eyes on each other. Mozart was nearing the edge of the platform…
"Mozart? Is it me, or am I suddenly feeling hot underneath this rashguard?" Pomona asked.
"I dunno. Why not remove it?" Mozart suggested.
Pomona nodded. "Good idea."
She soon removed her rashguard, revealing a black bikini top underneath. On the left side of her chest appeared to be a tattoo of a starfruit.
Mozart started to blush a deep red, as he continued to stare at Pomona, not noticing that she jabbed him with the stick, sending him off the edge and into the waters…
MOZART HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE WINNER OF THIS ROUND IS POMONA!
Pomona sported a grin, as she patted on her chest. "I never thought that would actually work! Score one for awesome boobs!"
In the ocean waters, Mozart resurfaced, with a grin on his face.
"Dude, that starfruit inked on her right boob looked rather bodacious, my good men!" Mozart stated, as what appeared to be a Pokeball was hurled at his head. "Like… Ouch, dude..."
At the shore, everyone looked at Verna, who starred back at.
"What? It was my lame little brother's Pokeball..." Verna lied, as she turned towards the Inventor still in the water. "Which I want back when you're done bathing in salt water, you geek!"
Confessional: Gotchya! Mozart was caught! Would you like to give a nickname to your Mozart?
Pomona: The same thing would have also worked with Lance, but what can I say? -She pushes her boobs together- Men always tend to keep their eye on an awesome piece of art embedded on your skin. -She winks at the camera-
Verna: -She is holding the Pokeball rather defensively.- No, I am NOT getting a tattoo on my boob! Or any place for that matter. As for the Pokeball, you think I'm gonna hurl anything else at that inventing doofus? I may be acting like a jerk now, but I rather not hurt anyone if possible.
Isabel: I was raised and told by my grandma and both of my parents to dislike piercings and tattoos… Why am I now suddenly liking them?
Marissa: ...Why do I get the sudden urge for Pomona to give me a Puff-Puff now?
Back at the beach, Pomona was sitting on a towel, as Isabel approached her.
"Man, that was some pretty smooth moves you've pulled off." Isabel complimented.
"Men tend to always follow their boobies." Pomona joked. "And some girls I know as well."
Isabel couldn't help but giggle, as she pulled out some sunscreen.
"Anyways, think you could do with some sunscreen on your back?" Isabel offered. "Don't want you getting fried out there."
"Oh, big time." Pomona answered back.
Isabel started to slater some sunscreen on as she took notice on something on Pomona's back.
There appeared to be a sunflower tattooed on Pomona's upper back. Isabel was a bit curious about it.
"So, when you get the sunflower inked on you?" Isabel asked.
Pomona smiled back. "Oh, I got that done late last year. Let's just say that I chose the sunflower cause it symbolizes my sunny outlook on life now, as opposed to when I was starting to come out of the closet. Those were some troubling times."
"I see." Isabel nodded. "It's difficult to come out to your folks; I haven't even came out to mine yet."
"I'm sure they'll accept it, no worries." Pomona reassured. "Mine did when I came out at age eleven."
"Wow… Young. But I'm seventeen, and… Well, they are leagues different from your folks." Isabel warned.
Pomona looked at Isabel. "When you do come out to your folks… I'll be by your side."
Isabel gave off a smile. "Thanks, Pomona. I'll totes need it. What with them being highly religious and all."
Not too far from the two, Ellis was looking at the two, as Marissa was sitting by his side.
"Hey, the two of them's not busy. Why not reconcile now?" Marissa whispered.
"I dunno; they seem to be kinda busy with each other, talking girl talk." Ellis answered.
"I kinda overheard them, and they're talking about tattoos and coming out of the closet." Marissa responded back.
"Should I mention that the last time Isabel got close to a girl… She changed?" Ellis asked. "It was lunch, and it was still the first day of school…"
Ellis was in the cafeteria, as he noticed Isabel, sitting with some girls… Some of who he never seen before.
And seated in the center facing Isabel appeared to be a female wearing a red dress shirt, and had some dirty blonde hair with purple highlights. There appeared to be some other females, each of them either spotting highlights of their own, or fully dyed hair.
"Ellis!" Isabel shouted out loud, noticing her brother. "Come here."
Ellis did as instructed, sitting near his sister.
"Ellis, meet Sherry. Sherry, meet Ellis." Isabel said out loud.
Sherry blinked a bit.
"You invited that twerp to our table?" Sherry asked.
"Sherry, be nice." Isabel scolded, as she looked at Ellis. "She's the captain of the Soccer Team."
Sherry scoffed. "Last season, we stomped everyone that came in our path. Including some twerp called Tsukasa, or someone like that. And this year… We plan on doing the same to anyone."
"So, Ellis… Is it?" One of Sherry's friends called out. "We're looking for some people to join our team. Maybe you can be towel boy? Or our resident water boy?"
"Yeah, our previous ones quit last season. Each of them making up some lame excuse from soccer being against their religion, to some other lame excuse." Sherry stated.
Ellis got up from his seat, grabbing up his lunch. "Umm… I think I'll deny your offer, thanks."
Sherry gave off a glare. "And why would you want to forego this once-in-a-lifetime chance, hm? Just think about it; you'll be close to some of the hottest girls around."
"If they look like you, I'd prefer not." Ellis stated, as he walked off, as Sherry continued to glare at him, as…
"Just… Leave him alone." Isabel suggested to Sherry.
Sherry shook that thought from her head, as she looked back towards Isabel. "Yeah, you're right."
She observed Isabel's hair closely, and grinned.
"You know… If you're gonna be one of us, you gotta have some awesome hair like us. How do you feel about a blue-ish purple?" Sherry suggested.
"And it didn't take too long for Isabel to change from my sister to… someone who bullied me constantly. Not to mention she would be breaking curfew, causing all sorts of mischief, graffiting walls..." Ellis listed off. "I am quite surprised she didn't come home with a purple and pink mohawk at some point. Or in the back of a police car. Wouldn't surprise me, really. But nevertheless, she stopped caring for me."
Marissa looked over at Isabel, and smiled.
"I'm sure she still cares for you. After all, she's giving Pomona a chance, and she's got the most out-there equips this side of Figaro." Marissa reassured back.
Ellis raised an eyebrow. "RPG reference?"
"You knew me these last four days; or course it is, silly." Marissa responded back, sporting a smirk and patting Ellis on his head. "But I'm sure she'll give you a second chance. Just try."
Ellis nodded. "...Yeah. I'll try to talk to her."
Ellis started to get up and approach Isabel as…
"Campers! It's time for the second portion of the challenge!" Chris announced out loud.
Ellis turned back around, and went back to his team.
"Well… Maybe later..." Ellis grumbled.
"Dang it all for distracting us from our main sidequest, Chris..." Marissa pouted.
The teams were standing, as Chris was ready to deliver the next part of the challenge. Surprisingly enough, there wasn't anything floating in the water as of now.
"Time for your second part of the challenge! Here, four of you will run out into the water, and swim, skimming through a bed of seaweed, hoping to find a key responding to your team's color. From there, you'll swim over to a time bomb responding to your team's color. First swimmer to disarm their bomb scores 3 points, and so forth." Chris explained. "But be forewarned, the seaweed has enough kick in it to seem alive, and there's also some imported electric eels swimming in the waters as well. And you do not wanna be near that time bomb of yours if it does go off."
"Wait, did you said time bomb?" Steph asked.
"Yes. Yes, I did, Steph." Chris answered back. "Two times."
"Wait, did you say imported electric eels?" Maureen added.
"And why do I think I experienced something like that before?" Korpse asked. "Only in a more 8-Bit fashion involving the Ninja Turtles?"
Chris pressed on his pad again, as the contestant's faces started to flash by in a rapid fashion. Eventually, they stopped…
"Marissa… Drake… Korpse… And Isabel! You two are diving deep!" Chris announced. "Hop to it!"
Marissa sported a grin. "This outta be easy. I've got experience in the Worus Tower when it got submerged in Final Fantasy 5… Bring it."
Drake stayed silent. "Okay, Drake… Think Snorks. They may be inspired by The Smurfs, but an underwater species is still a species..."
Korpse done some stretching. "Pfft, this is nothin'. My uncle Mamoru owns and maintains an aquarium and a series of ocean parks. I've got experience."
Isabel only rocked back and forth. "Seaweed? Ain't no prob. At least it's in better use here than in the Goals and Glitter..."
"Ready?" Chris asked, as everyone nodded. "Annnnddd GO!"
The four campers started to run towards the ocean, as the waters started to submerge them fully, and they started to swim above the bed of seaweed, as they started to look for their key.
"Dammit, where's that key?" Korpse thought while holding her breath, as she looked through the seaweed. But upon seeing something shiny, she tried to reach for it, as the seaweed seemingly slapped her hand. She pulled it back, and soon realized that it swiped one of her spiked wristbands. "Excuse me, I had two of these things!"
She noticed the seaweed seemingly wearing the wristband, as she swiped it from the plant, and placed it back over her wrist.
"Thank you!"
With Drake, he looked around for his key, as he also noticed something. He reached for it, as the seaweed slapped his hand. He pulled it back afterwards.
"This is gonna be much tougher than once thought..." Drake thought.
Isabel, meanwhile, was scanning the bed of seaweed from above, as one of the electric eels noticed her presence. It soon swam towards her, and grazed against her, giving her a mild electric shock. She instantly swam up to the surface to grab some more air.
"Yeowch! That… That hurt more than that whippin' I got after..." Isabel started to say, as the eel was still tailing her. "Yikes, psycho eel stalking me; must keep swimmin'!"
She soon dove back underwater, in search for her team's key.
Marissa was underwater, scanning the seaweed bed for her team's key.
"Man, good thing I dumped all my points in my observation stat… Otherwise, I be here all day." Marissa though, as she saw what appeared to be the key of her color. She tried to get to it, as the seaweed slapped her on the hand. She pulled back a bit.
Confessional: Slappy-Slappy!
Marissa: Yeah, I should have also spent some points on underwater combat, too. Besides, what's one seaweed gonna do, anyway? Well, aside of using it for various HP restoration grub from Hyun.
Marissa, feeling frustrated, grabbed up an eel, as it instantly delivered her a shock. She instantly resurfaced, to catch a few breaths of air.
"Hey, loser!" Verna yelled from afar. "That's what Type Charts are there for! Even my lame brother knows that!"
"What? My thought was on that key down there!" Marissa responded back towards Verna. Before diving back down.
Confessional: Type Science!
Verna: -She looks around in case someone was listening in on her before looking towards the camera.-That's one of the first things I taught my little brother when he asked if he could play my game. -She soon delivers a genuine smile- Don't worry, kiddo; I won't 'make fun' of you forever; at least until Steph is outta the picture. Cause knowing her… She may blackmail me. And after what happened last time…
Korpse, having surfaced for some air, overheard what Marissa was saying, and dove back down rather quickly.
"Crap it all; Marissa found her key already!" Korpse grumbled in her thoughts, as she continued to look through the seaweed bed. "Dammit, think on where a key could lay… Well, on the seafloor, obviously."
She soon noticed a certain green hue, in the shape of a key, laying on the seafloor…
"Bingo!" Korpse smirked, as she observed the surroundings near the key.
Alongside the temperamental seaweed, there also appeared to be a turtle shell, where a turtle stuck its shell out, seemingly snarling at the goth.
"Yeesh, booby-trappin' the keys much, Chris?" Korpse thought, as she tried to reach for her key, as the turtle started to snap at her fingers. She quickly pulled back, and floated there, trying to think up a plan. "Okay… How can I even distract shellbrain?"
Suddenly, an idea crept up to her, as she quickly removed one of her Blooper earrings, and dropped it in front of the turtle, distracting it. Quickly grabbing the key, she soon went back for her earring, and snatched it, quickly putting it back on. Key in hand, she soon swam towards what appeared to be a bomb, topped with a green circle.
She inserted the key in the slot, as a dinging sound was heard.
KORPSE HAS SUCCESSFULLY DISARMED HER BOMB!
Feeling triumphant, she swam to the surface, where she rose her arms in victory.
"NICE!" Korpse cheered out loud, as an electric eel crept up on her and lightly touched her on the butt…
ZZZAAAPPP!
Korpse now looked a little charred.
"Oww..." Korpse moaned, as she began to swim back towards shore.
Isabel, upon seeing that Korpse scored a victory for her team, scanned the seabed quickly for her key. She soon found a key with a purple hue to it. Ignoring the slaps from the seaweed, she grabbed up her key, and started to swim towards her team's bomb, with an electric eel still following her.
"Alright, that tears it..." Isabel grumbled in her thoughts, as she delivered some impressive underwater kicks towards the eel. Noticing that Isabel was a threat, it soon backed off, leaving the soccer star alone. She soon swam towards her bomb, inserted the key in the slot, and turned it, effectively disarming it.
ISABEL HAS DISARMED HER BOMB!
Isabel smiled, as she soon resurfaced.
"Bomb disarment… At least it was easier than that stink bomb my former goons planted..." Isabel said to herself.
Marissa and Drake, noticing that both Korpse and Isabel disarmed their bombs, were still looking for their key.
"Crap; Korpse and Isabel already disarmed their bombs!" Marissa thought, as she looked all around the seafloor, before finding her team's key, hued in red. "Gotchya!"
Marissa soon swam off, as Drake noticed a blue hued key. He grabbed it up and started to follow Marissa towards the bombs.
Upon arriving there, they were shocked to see that…
"10 seconds left?! Urgh, if it weren't for that seaweed..." Marissa grumbling, as she inserted the key in her slot, and turned it.
MARISSA HAS DISARMED HER BOMB!
Marissa, noticing that the timer on Drake's bomb was running low, and Drake swimming closer, had to warn him… Somehow.
"Drake! Just bail! We don't wanna be near the bombs when-" Marissa thought, as…
BOOM!
A cloud of white fizz completely covered Drake, as Marissa dove her hand into the cloud, and pulled a surprised Drake out. The two of them soon swam to the surface, as Marissa looked at her arm, which was dyed chalk-white.
"Well, could have been worse..." Marissa noted, as she looked at Drake. "You okay, valiant knight?"
"...Level with me… How bad is it?" Drake asked.
Marissa could only point towards the reflection in the water near Drake, as he looked towards it.
Drake's face and body was dyed stock white. He looked a bit surprised at his new appearance.
"Oh… dear..." Drake muttered.
Confessional: Ka-BOOM!
Marissa: Um… There's advantages to having a Mime Job Class? ...Yeah, I got nothing.
Drake: -He looks at his purely white arms and legs- ...Hope this comes off eventually. At least it didn't stick to my hair.
Stella: Well, Drake does look like a mime… Maybe I can have a bit of playful fun with him?
Verna: Did I mention that Marissa looked kinda cute in her bikini? -She blushes as she smiles- She can be the Maylene to my Candice any day… -She soon realizes what she said and glares at the camera.- Chris? If that confession ever comes to air… I'm surrounding your bed with LEGOs. Got it?
Chris: Haha… Don't worry; that white paint'll come off in a day or two. I think. Don't hold me for that one. Maybe I shouldn't mention that I got kicked out of both dermatology school and flunked my degree at makeup for Hollywood.
Back at the beach, Stella was busy applying some black eyeliner on Drake's face, as Verna and Lance watched.
"You sure you're doing it right? I mean, he is a newb at this guyliner stuff." Verna stated. "You're better off asking that emo on the Oddities."
Stella smiled back. "Don't sweat it; my buddy Lova works part-time as a mime; and I subbed in for her when she had to go for a funeral. I know this stuff like the back of my hand~!"
She continued to work on Drake's face.
"Just a little more… And voila~! Mime additions complete! What do you think?" Stella asked, handing over Drake a mirror.
Drake observed his look, which now sported some black around his eyes, along with a black dot at the end of his nose as well.
"Well… I look different." Drake said out loud.
"You know, I got some striped clothes that are roughly your size. Maybe after the challenge, we can complete the look?" Lance offered, as Drake gave him a few blinks. "Hey, it's only for a few days until that stuff wears off."
Stella smiled, as she started to put away her make-up, as Nelson approached her.
"Uh… Stella?" Nelson spoke up.
Stella turned towards him with a warm smile. "Hey, Nelson."
"Look, about that… DNA thing… Should we speak somewhere private?" Nelson asked.
Stella looked towards the ocean, where the Interns were busy setting up the next challenge.
"Well, the next part of the challenge won't be finished for a few more minutes, so or course!" Stella answered back, as the two went into the forest nearby.
Not too far from the entrance to Challenge Beach, the two of them looked around to see if anyone was listening in.
"Okay, we're in the clear. Now..." Nelson said. "I wanna know something… About… Well, our family."
"Ahh… I'm all ears." Stella responded back.
"You ever heard of the name Jeremy Greene being spoken towards you?" Nelson asked, a bit curious.
Stella did some thinking for a bit. "Ahh, I remember when some fellow classmates asked why I was blonde with green eyes, while my parents had brown hair and grey eyes. That's when I learned I was adopted." She answered back. "Been adopted since I was around 2 months old, and I learned my birth dad's name when I turned 16. I tried searching for him online, but came up empty. Why you ask?"
"Well… My dad's name? Well… It's Jeremy Greene as well..." Nelson admitted.
"Huh… And judging by how we are related and both our dad's names is Jeremy Greene..." Stella wondered, walking in a pace. "There's only one conclusion… We're..."
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"...Half-Siblings." Stella concluded.
Nelson could only blink, before he smiled towards Stella.
"Glad to get that bit of confirmation down." Nelson said, as he hugged Stella. "Glad to meet ya… Sis."
"Right back at you… bro." Stella responded back, as the two stepped back. "So… What happened to, well, our dad?"
Nelson looked up at the sky, knowing what happened to him.
"...Oh..." Stella realized, that their birth dad has passed on.
"It was sometime last year… He and mom came down with a sickness, and it was clear he wasn't gonna make it… He denied hospital treatment, deciding to stay at home in his final days. The night they passed, he was looking up at the stars, and was muttering the word… Stella." Nelson explained. "I paid it no mind, cause after he passed, I was in mourning for quite a while. And when we first arrived to the island, the first person I noticed was Korpse, so I didn't have the word Stella in mind, at least not until today."
Stella stood there in silence, as she smiled again.
"If it helps any, I think our dad's smiling down upon us, proud of what we became." Stella responded back.
"Yeah..." Nelson said, as…
"Campers! It's time for the third part of the challenge!" Chris announced from afar.
"Well, time to head back towards the challenge." Stella said, as the two of them started to head back towards Challenge Beach. "I'm not gonna go easy on ya, bro~!"
"Right back at ya!" Nelson answered back.
Confessional: Talk about a realization…
Stella: I can't believe I'm a big sister… Boy, this'll take some getting used to…
Nelson: ...Think I should get my blushies under my eyes truly applied on? Much like how Stella has her stars on?
The campers were now awaiting for further instructions on the challenge ahead. There was a single platform, along with four balls standing at the middle.
"Now, it's time for part three of your challenge! As you can see here, you have a floating platform, and four balls, large enough to support you." Chris explained. "Your job is to knock each other off the platform. Last person still standing scores points 3 points for their team."
Chris soon pressed down on his pad, as everyone's faces started to flash by rapidly on the screen.
"And our balancers are..." Chris continued, as the faces stopped. "Ellis, Steph, Liang, and… Sting!"
"Er, earth to host!" Steph spoke up. "Sting already done his bit!"
"Ah, but remember… It's all up to a rando choice." Chris spoke back.
Steph grumbled, knowing it was fruitless to fight with the host.
A few minutes later, everyone was attempting to balance on their balls… Or trying to. Liang, Ellis, and Steph were having difficulties trying to stay on their balls, all while Sting looked like he was a real pro at it.
"Man, this is stupid. What do you think I am, a clown?" Liang protested.
Steph scoffed at him. "At least you would fit the bill."
Liang darted a look towards Steph. "Don't compare me to a clown, you… Lion."
Steph growled at Liang. "Are… Are you implying that I'm a furry?"
"Ooh, we've got some pre-game jitters going on-" Chris interrupted the two.
"SHUT UP!" Both Liang and Steph shouted back towards the host.
"Um, can we save it for the match-" Ellis tried to ask as Liang and Steph darted a glare towards him, causing him to back off. "Um, nevermind."
"Oh, in that case… Everyone ready?" Chris asked, as everyone nodded. "Then… GO!"
Almost instantly, Steph rolled her ball towards Liang, as he was sent towards Ellis, who tried to dodge Liang, but the impact from Liang's ball sent the both into the waters below. Steph, meanwhile, tried to stop herself from hurdling off the edge, but she too sent herself swimming with the fishes.
ELLIS, LIANG, AND STEPH HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS STING!
Sting could only stand there, surprised that he managed to score a victory for his team.
"...Did I just win by doing absolutely nothing?" Sting asked himself.
Confessional: Meme creations, brought to you by Sting!
Sting: Man, things got really heated on that platform…
Steph: I am NOT one of those lame furries… Drake may be one, but NOT me.
Back at shore, Benny and Korpse were cheering out loud.
"Hot damn, we're finally on the scoreboard!" Benny chirped.
"Yeah, who knew using an internet meme would be enough?" Korpse asked.
Sting could only chuckle. "Thank my dad, who works in the entertainment biz."
"Whoa, really?" Benny asked.
"Yeah; he works as a clown, and taught me all sorts of clowny stuff." Sting answered back.
"Clowny? Like… clowns and stuff?" Benny questioned.
"You betchya!" Sting answered back.
"Heh, who knew that our emo guy had some hidden depths within him?" Korpse responded back.
Not too far from the three, Isabel was doing a bit of stretching, as everyone watched.
"Remember, guys; the key to avoiding cramps in the water is a good stretch!" Isabel instructed.
Maureen, sitting near the other two, nodded in agreement. "Heh, good example."
"Dudes, isn't it quite a bit odd that we're the most athletic peeps in this game?" Mozart asked out loud.
"Well, you do have a point. You do martial arts, I do swimming, and Isabel plays soccer." Maureen stated.
"Wait a moment; how about that pest Cherri?" Liang asked. "Surely she's a bit of a lazybones; all she does is study bugs!"
"She's a lot more tougher than you think." Maureen smirked.
"But she was first boot; trust me… I booted her." Liang remarked back.
"Well, have you ever had to run from a swarm of bugs before?" Mozart asked. "Especially the biting dudes?"
Liang sighed. "...Good point."
"Campers! It's time for part 4 of your challenge!" Chris announced, as everyone started to pay attention to the host. "As you all know, there was a ripoff show of mine where everyone had to race in random places all across the world. Or course, the host was handsome, but not as handsome as moi."
"Wasn't the third place winner banned from Norway after getting the Bronze at figure skating when they hosted the Olympics?" Ellis asked. "Come to think of it… Did they ever host the Olympics?"
"So, in order to get back at him… I'm only gonna 'borrow' one of his challenges! If you'll direct yourselves towards a table nearby, you'll see on a plate that there's four chili peppers." Chris said out loud.
"Pfft, that's child's play." Liang scoffed.
"Need I mention that it's the Carolina Reaper, one of the most hottest peppers around?" Chris asked.
Liang gulped, as Stella raised an eyebrow.
"Um, isn't it dangerous to consume those raw?" Stella asked.
"Continuing on… Once you eat one of those, you grab one of your team's four keys hanging from the table and you make your way underwater, where you'll find three of your team's chests. One key opens nothing, while the other three keys will open a random chest. Inside holds the key to beat the pain that'll come from consuming that pepper. One of which contains milk, which is key to beating the heat. Fastest team to clear the challenge wins the most points for their team. And don't think you can just sneak a peek at the beverage inside; they're in concealed thermoses." Chris explained, as he pulled out his pad. "And going out for a swim this time are..."
He pressed down on his pad, as on the scoreboard, the camper's faces rapidly sped by, until finally stopping…
"It's gonna be… Stella! Korpse! Maureen! And… Yentoulis!" Chris announced.
"HOT DANG! Finally!" Maureen cheered out loud.
Yentoulis, meanwhile, wasn't feeling so hot.
"...Out there? In that dangerous drink?" Yentoulis asked.
"Yentoulis, you'll do fine." Pomona said, approaching him. "Just… do it for lip-ring girl I want to hook you up with yesterday?"
"Why don't YOU get a lip-ring, Fruit Loop?" Yentoulis argued back.
"That's in the books one day, but seriously. You can do this!" Pomona cheered back, as she departed from him.
Yentoulis sighed. "If you only knew… Urgh… Why can't our challenge been math based? At least we be chilling it while I do all the work."
Not too far from Yentoulis, Stella was prepping herself mentally as both Lance and Drake approached her.
"Hey, Stella; you ready to taste some true spice?" Lance asked.
"Well, yeah..." Stella answered back. "I know I tasted spicy stuff before, but nothing to the degree of a Reaper pepper."
"...You'll do fine." Drake said out loud, sporting a gentle smile.
Stella smiled back. "Thanks, Drake. Still… I experienced pain before… But that was me on a sugar high, and I ended up with a cutie mark on my back."
Lance blinked. "Er, aren't they supposed to be on your thigh?"
Drake looked over at Lance.
"My little sis likes that stuff..." Lance admitted.
"I do, too..." Drake agreed.
"But… I know I can do this. I'm a toughie." Stella responded back.
"Yeah. Besides, it's only some scary chili pepper. What's the worst that could had happened? Lance asked.
Drake, saying nothing, took out a stick and drew in the sand. It showed off a cartoon version of Lance, running around in pain while his tongue was on fire.
Lance sighed. "...Why can't you be a mime that's silent and trapped in a box?"
A few moments later, Maureen, Stella, Korpse, and Yentoulis were standing in front of a plate of peppers, as Chris sported a wide grin.
"Campers ready?" Chris asked, as nearly everyone nodded. "Then… GO!"
Maureen sprinted over to the peppers, as Stella and Korpse followed not too close behind. Lagging behind was Yentoulis, who approached the peppers with caution.
"Okay, Maureen! There's only one thing stopping you from the deep blue sea… And it's this pepper." Maureen said to herself. "Bottom's up!"
She bit into the pepper, as her eyes started to water.
"Ahh… Kanapapiki..." Maureen cursed out loud, as tears started to develop in her eyes. "Hot..."
Stella was next to the peppers, as she picked one up, and bit into it…
"AAAAAAA! Dang! Frick! Shoot! Crap! Uh… Crumpets!" Stella yelled out in pain. "Sorry for cursing, but OW, these peppers really hurt!"
Korpse reached the peppers, and shook her head. "You call those curse words? Damn, were you raised by Mormons or something?"
"I rather not say any of the more dirtier words." Stella admitted.
"Eh, we're practically adults; besides… Who gonna care that we curse like sailors?" Korpse asked, as she picked up a pepper. "Oh, well. Pepper time!"
She bit into the pepper as…
"AUGGGGGHHHHH! ShitFartTurdMotherfuckerTits!" Korpse yelled out in pain. "THIS IS -BLEEP- SPICY AS -BLEEP- HELL!"
Both Stella and Maureen were surprised at the words coming out of Korpse's mouth.
"Damn, such… sharky language..." Maureen stated.
"Well, how would you react if you ate a pepper that was grown from the devil himself?!" Korpse responded back.
"Um… I act exactly the same?" Stella asked.
"Either case, I got my… Urgh… Pepper done." Maureen said, as she looked towards the keys and grabbed one up. She soon ran towards the ocean, and took off like a torpedo underwater as the two girls watched.
"Dang… We gotta get on the ball!" Korpse stated, as she bit into the pepper again. Her eyes started to water some more. "AAAAHHH! -Long string of bleeps-
Stella blinked. "Dang! I… never thought they find a curse word for the letter X of all letters."
With Yentoulis, he was still standing at the starting line, as Chris stood in front of him.
"Yenty, dude… You wanna get to running." Chris warned.
Yentoulis glared at the host. "I… I don't have to swim. And the name is NOT Yenty, it's Yentoulis."
"Well, okay… But don't come crying to me when you're booted off..." Chris shrugged, as he walked off.
Not too far, his fellow teammates watched in concern.
"We gotta help our fellow mage out, guys." Marissa stated. "He's kinda came down with one of the most dangerous status infliction around: Wall Disease."
"Wait, huh?" Ellis asked. "I don't think I read about that in any of your DnD books, even in the latest editions."
"Wow, who knew that really hot peppers has him stalled?" Nelson responded back.
"Guys? I think this goes beyond RPG status inflictions and demon peppers." Pomona said out loud, as she looked at Yentoulis. "I read his body language coming from experience at the local youth center, and… Yentoulis is scared."
Everyone looked over at Yentoulis.
"Yeah, you may be right. You didn't even call him Yento." Ellis agreed.
"What do you mean, Pomona?" Nelson asked out loud.
"It can't be peppers that he's scared of, nope." Pomona answered back, as she observed the ocean. "It's something else entirely…"
"Yeah… We really should help him." Nelson said out loud, in concern.
Now underwater, Maureen was swimming rather fast, approaching her team's chest. It was difficult to keep her breath while her tongue was still hurting thanks to the pepper.
"Okay, almost there..." Maureen thought. "God, whose wise idea was it to create a pepper that is possibly banned by law?! ...Wait, international waters; forgot."
She soon approached her chests, and stuck her key inside each of the chests. Only the middle one unlatched, as Maureen grabbed whatever was inside. She soon started to resurface…
"Man!" Maureen yelled out, reaching the ocean's surface and breathing for air. "I do NOT wanna go through that again. Now, to get rid of this burning sensation on my tongue."
She soon opened whatever she grabbed and drunk it whole, as her eyes watered even worse.
"FFFFFFFUUUUUUU-"
Confessional: Cue Price Is Right losing horns here…
Maureen: -She is holding a bottle of water, with tears streaming down her eyes- ...What did I ever do to you, Atlantic Ocean? Is it cause I yelled out my dreams and aspirations out at you with the setting sun behind my back like from some cheesy anime pilot when I was 8 years old?
With Korpse, she was swimming towards her chests, all with a burning sensation still in her mouth.
"Okay, I'll never call your favorite foods the essence of crazy people eating it ever again, Darknovel..." Korpse thought. "Though it's gonna be even worse when I soon gotta… Nope, not gonna think about that right now."
She soon reached the chests, as she took out her key, and turned it in one of the locks… It wouldn't unlock.
"Damn." Korpse cursed in her mind.
She done the same thing, but came up short.
"Dammit, got the dud!" Korpse thought, as an idea came to her. "Well… Two can play at that game."
Resurfacing to take in some more air, she soon dove back down towards her chests, and reached between her boobs, and took out what appeared to be a lockpick. Choosing one of her chests at random, she soon managed to undo the lock, and grabbed whatever was inside. She soon resurfaced again.
"Thank you, Skyrim lockpicking skills." Korpse breathed out loud. "Now to consume this crap..."
She opened the bottle, and downed the beverage inside…
KORPSE HAS OBTAINED HER MILK! SHE WINS IT FOR HER TEAM FOR THIS PORTION OF THE CHALLENGE!
Korpse breathed a huge sigh of relief now that the heat in her mouth was dying down.
"Seriously… Screw spicy hell peppers for life! And reincarnation!" Korpse declared, as she finished her milk and swam back to shore.
Back with the Dorks, they were alarmed at Korpse winning first for her team.
"Cripes, Korpse already won it for her team!" Ellis exclaimed in panic, as Nelson looked all sorts of lovestruck.
"Yeah, isn't she great?" Nelson asked.
"Nelson, you can act all lovey-dovey towards Korpse later; we gotta figure something out to get Yentoulis underwater!" Ellis exclaimed, as he looked at Yentoulis, who was still stalling.
"Ugh, Yentoulis..."
Pomona stood there, doing some thinking.
"Perhaps if I had red hair, I could have disguised myself as Yento..." Pomona stated. "I would have taken on that chili with relative ease."
"Er, wouldn't your… puff-puffs kinda give you away?" Marissa asked, staring at Pomona's chest.
"Good point." Pomona responded back.
Back with the swimming campers, Stella dove down, holding her key.
"Okay, just turn the key, grab whatever's inside, and consume it. Easy-peasy~!" Stella thought, as she reached her team's chests. Interesting enough, her chest opened all three chests, as she had to make a decision.
"Well… At least I won't have to go back to shore."
Stella chose the middle-most chest, as she resurfaced, and opened the bottle, consuming the beverage inside. She soon spat it out.
"Augh, it hurts even more!" Stella complained, as she looked at the bottle of water she grabbed up. She soon dove back down, hoping to find the milk.
Back with Maureen, she dove back down towards her team's chests, hopefully with the right key this time.
"Okay, please be the correct key this time. Pretty please, with a guppy on top?" Maureen asked in her mind.
She soon reached her chests, as she turned the key in the locks of the two remaining chests. One of which opened. She grabbed the beverage within and resurfaced.
"Whew! Now, to send this pain to Davy Jones locker!" Maureen declared, as she consumed the beverage… She breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew… milk… Beverage of the country gods!"
MAUREEN HAS OBTAINED HER MILK!
Maureen smiled, as she began to dart back towards shore, relieved that the pain in her mouth was gone.
Not too far from Maureen, Stella also resurfaced, holding her beverage. She wasted no time opening it, and consuming it. She smiled as her tongue was being treated by a dairy product.
STELLA HAS OBTAINED HER MILK! THIS PORTION OF THE CHALLENGE IS OVER!
Stella smiled to herself, as she eyed Yentoulis from far off.
"Yikes, poor guy..." Stella said to herself. "I'm not sure what got into him, but he didn't even budge an inch… Maybe I should help."
Confessional: If anyone can do so, it's Stella.
Stella: We may be on opposite teams, but I still think I should help Yentoulis out. Besides, perhaps maybe being around a cute girl like me will comfort him a bit?
With the Dorks, they were moaning that they lost that portion of the challenge.
"Augh, Yentoulis? What was with the stalling?" Ellis complained.
Yentoulis turned back around. "This entire challenge is off the walls stupid. Really stupid."
He walked over to his team's pepper and picked it up.
"Who expects us to eat a ghost pepper for ratings for some narcissistic host? Not me!" Yentoulis declared, as he tossed the pepper out towards the sea. "The ocean can have that pepper for all I care."
Yentouls huffed, as he walked far off, as Stella approached Ellis.
"Um, Yentoulis?" Stella asked, approaching him, as he turned around.
"Whatta you want, Stars?" Yentoulis responded back, clearly not in the mood.
Stella stepped back. "...Nothing."
Yentoulis turned back around, as he walked away from the group, as Stella approached the Dorks.
"I only wanted to help him; ask what was wrong." Stella said out loud.
Pomona looked out at sea, and back towards Stella.
"I… may have a hunch." Pomona spoke up, in a serious tone. "I've a feeling that Yentoulis… Has Aquaphobia. Or a fear of water."
"Ahh..." Stella realized. "Then why don't you guys help him?"
"We want to, but with how snappy he got with you..." Pomona responded back. "But we'll try."
Stella let out a gentle smile. "Good. Now, I gotta get back to my team. See ya later!"
She ran back towards her team, as Ellis, Nelson, and Marissa approached her.
"So, our fellow party member has Aquaphobia?" Marissa asked.
"Yeah… If we only knew first-hand." Pomona answered back.
"Hey, it ain't your fault; not at all." Nelson reassured.
"Hope we can help him out..." Ellis said out loud, as everyone nodded in agreement.
Not too far from shore, the pepper that Yentoulis threw out was suddenly grabbed up by a red tentacle. It soon dragged it down, to where it was consumed by what appeared to be a giant, red octopus.
Its eyes soon watered, and started to glow in anger…
"Campers!" Chris announced. "It's time for the fifth portion of this challenge!"
Everyone soon turned their attention towards the host, as he sported a huge grin.
"As you can see, the platform from the third part of the challenge is back. Thanks a lot to who ended it in four seconds flat." Chris said out loud.
"Hey, like we were to know Sting would win by doing absolutely nothing." Verna stated, giving a look at the emo-dressed teen.
"Only this time, the task is the same; only instead of balancing on top of balls, you'll be balancing on top of the platform itself." Chris continued. "But you know how we do things around here..."
A booming sound was heard, as from the distance, what appeared to be a beach ball landed at the camper's feet.
Verna picked up the beach ball, and gave a look towards the host.
"Like we're supposed to be scared of some beach ball." Verna spoke up.
"YARRRRR! Ye be eating thine words, Verna!" A voice, sounding seemingly close to Ada boomed out, as a small ship came into view. Ada, donning a pirate's hat, was sailing a ship and stopped it within distance of the floating island. "Ye be dealing with Captain Ada, and me trusty cannon, yo! One launch from this baby will send a ball hurdling towards da four unlucky enough to be tip-toeing on ye floating isle."
Confessional: Captain Ada; the Party Pirate of the Seven Seas!
Steph: She… has GOT to be kidding…
Drake: ...She does make for a good pirate.
Lance: What the… She's a better actor than me! I really gotta step up my game.
"So, four of us really gotta deal with a pirate Ada?" Steph asked.
"Correct you are! And going on our merry little trip are..." Chris continued on, as he took out his pad, and poked at it, allowing the scoreboard to cycle through the camper's faces. It soon stopped, revealing who had to take on the challenge.
"...Nelson! Drake! Korpse! And… Isabel!"
Korpse smirked. "I've a feeling I saw many a challenge somewhere like this before…"
"Hey, Korpse!" Nelson said out loud, trying to conceal his blushing face. "Don't think I'll go easy on ya!"
Korpse grinned back. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The four campers were now on the floating island, awaiting for the signal to start.
"Campers, ready?" Chris asked out loud, as the four nodded. "Then… GO!"
The cannon soon fired at the island, causing it to rock back and forth. Everyone kept a steady footing on the island, as the cannon fired again, sending some soccer balls the camper's way.
"Hehe..." Isabel sported a grin. "You're making this too easy, Ada."
She soon kicked them away from the island, as one missed and nailed Drake in the face.
"Oooooffff..." Drake moaned, as he nearly fell into the water, but shook the pain away.
The cannon fired again, this time, it being a bowling ball being shot at the campers.
The campers were quick to dodge it, as the ball landed at the edge of their floating platform, quickly dipping it to the side for a bit.
"Whhhoooaaa!" Nelson cried out, as he was launched forward, and splashing down into the ocean below him.
NELSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED FROM THIS PORTION OF THE CHALLENGE!
Nelson resurfaced from being tossed into the water, and groaned.
"Dang it." Nelson grumbled, as he started to swim back to shore.
Once the island stopped rocking, the cannon started to fire again, this time, it being what appeared to be…
"Beach balls?" Korpse asked. "Well, it is fitting, what with this being an ocean based challenge and all-"
She was soon nailed on the face by a beach ball, sending her hurdling off the edge.
KORPSE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED FROM THIS PORTION OF THE CHALLENGE!
Korpse grumbled, as she also started to swim back to shore.
Back on the floating island, the soccer balls were being fired upon Drake and Isabel, as the soccer player started to kick them off the island.
"Heh… Is that what you got, ya pirate?" Isabel yelled towards Ada, sporting a smirk, as she kicked yet another soccer ball away. "You forgot who you're dealing with, hm?"
Ada laughed heartily. "Yarrr-har-har-har! Ye impress me, lassie. How 'bout after ye challenge, we hang with ye?"
Isabel looked all around, and at her teammates back on shore.
"I… have other plans in store." Isabel answered back. "But doesn't mean I can't go all Inazuma Eleven on ya now and today!"
Ada grinned towards Isabel. "Ye has my respect. But, can ye withstand some more of me-"
At that moment, something slammed on the bottom of the floating platform, sending both Drake and Isabel into the waters below.
BOTH DRAKE AND ISABEL HAS SPLASHED INTO THE WATER! BUT DUE TO DRAKE SPLASHING BEFORE ISABEL, SHE WINS THIS PORTION OF THE CHALLENGE FOR HER TEAM!
Drake resurfaced, as he looked down at the reflection of the water on his face.
"Ahh, crud… The eyeliner ran..." Drake lamented, as Isabel resurfaced behind him.
"Whoa, you wear eyeliner?" Isabel asked.
"Stella said it would fit for my… current mime appearance." Drake answered back. "...Yeah, hope this white stuff washes off eventually."
"I'm sure it will, in time." Isabel reassured, as the two started to swim back towards the shore.
Back on her ship, Ada watched the two swim off, as she grinned.
"Heh, guess the mate's done it, yo." Ada said, as she started to sail her ship back towards shore, as what appeared to be the same red octopus from before watched from underneath…
Yeah, another cliffhanger… You're really starting to love these, huh?
NEXT TIME: The remainder of the challenge.