Lol, I don't really have an intro apart from the fact that once again Corbinance helped me out with this one and I hope to stop dividing up my chapters after this. Anyway, glad to have this back again.

Enjoy! ;)

Chapter 14

Come Hurl With Me Part 2

Mike glanced behind him and noticed how closely both Zoey and Trent were watching him. Chuckling uncertainly, he picked up the pace, edging away from them slightly.

Zoey squinted her eyes and gave Trent a look. "Mike's been acting really weird lately."

"Yeah, no kidding," Trent agreed. "The other day, he gave me Gwen's diary and then pretended that nothing happened!"

"What?" Zoey stopped walking altogether and stared at Trent.

"Yeah . . ." Trent chuckled uncertainly, waggling his fingers. "I might have gotten a little-" Shaking his head, he lowered his eyebrows, turning into a more serious expression. "The point is, the diary was forged to turn me against Gwen!" He turned back to face Mike who was eyeing them uncertainly.

"Hey . . . uh . . . you guys coming?" He gave Zoey and Trent a shy little smile.

"Yeah, one second!" Zoey replied cheerily. "Why don't you look for some ingredients for the other team?"

Mike nodded uncertainly but decided that arguing would bring them nowhere. Sighing a little, he marched on through the woods, with Zoey watching him closely. She waited until her boyfriend was far away enough before turning back to Trent.

"I think I know what's going on. Don't worry, I'll take care of it," she muttered quietly.

"You sure?" Trent asked. "Because if there's anything I can do-"

Zoey gave him a grateful little smile. "It's alright, I got it. I may not be able to figure out what exactly is going on in-" She suddenly straightened, her eyes, widening. "I have an idea! You keep an eye on Mike! I'll be back as soon as I can!" With that, she ran up, leaving Trent and Mike by themselves.

Confession Cam:

"I have no idea if Mal is around or not," said Zoey. "But I think I can find out for sure. Before the challenge, Mike said I should hang out with Dawn. And thinking about it, I really should! After all, she can read everyone's minds. Surely she can read like six of them in one guy, right?"

Back to the Island:

Trent exhaled a loud sigh and jogged casually up to Mike who blinked anxiously at him. Even with the distance he had made, he had been watching and he knew there was something up. Trying to avoid eye contact, he swiveled his eyes around as if he were pretending to look for something really disgusting. Next thing, he caught sight of an overgrown mutant maggot eating on the bark of a tree and picked it up, leaving a slimy stain on the wood.

"Heeey, we can use this for one of our courses!" he grinned, holding the maggot at Trent. When he didn't reply, Mike blinked and kept going. "You know, when I first started Total Drama, I was put with Zoey . . . Our team was called the Mutant Maggots! Heh, good times!"

"Yeah, sounds cool," Trent replied, folding his arms and giving him a fake casual smile. "You know, Gwen and I used to hang around a lot when we were in our first season. We were really close," he added in a warning tone, and flashed a look that made Mike stiffen a little.

"Oh. Heh. Nice! Sooooo-" He swiveled his eyes from side to side, trying to find something to keep the conversation going. "About that diary thing . . . Did I- Was it a diary? I'm sorry, I didn't know-"

"No, when you gave it back to me, you specifically said you thought it might be a diary," Trent reminded him.

"Oh!" Mike blushed scarlet, holding the maggot close to him. "Really? Uhhh. I said I THOUGHT it might be a diary. Heh. Um . . ."

"Alright Mike." Trent lowered his eyebrows. "I know you did something to try and break us up. Either you or one of your multiple personalities in there. Come on, we all know that there's an evil one somewhere in ya. Or he's in control!" Trent quickly shook his head to get his mind around what he was talking about. "Whatever, whoever it is, Mike Mal, what's up with the diary?"

Mike let out an uncertain whimper, not sure how to respond to this one. The maggot in his hands that had been listening to the whole thing opened its mouth and suddenly threw up all over his face.

"Ugh, sick!" Trent shuddered, immediately distracted with his eyes fixed on the maggot's beady black ones that blinked innocently back at him as if nothing had happened.

GASP!

"All the more reason to put it in our starter then!" 'Mike' grinned, simply wiping the vomit off his face with one swipe and flipping his hair up before Trent could notice. "Come on, let's see if there's any more good stuff!" he added cheerily, marching off.

"Yeah, sure," Trent muttered, following close behind him. Very close behind him.

A snake was slithering along the ground when Scott ran up to it and bashed it on the head with a large rock. Grinning proudly, he raised it up in the air for Bridgette and a watchful Eva to see.

"Oof!" Bridgette winced. Then she noticed that venom was dripping from the unconscious snake's fangs. "Hey, that thing could be poisonous!"

Scott let out a fake gasp. "Really?"

"Gimme that thing!" Eva snatched the snake from Scott's hands and thrust it to the ground. Then she started pounding it with her muscular fists. Bridgette gritted her teeth while Scott simply folded his arms, obviously not bothered- even when Eva raised mashed up gutsy snake chunks in her hands.

"There!"

Bridgette's eyes widened as snake guts splattered to the ground. Swallowing bravely, she mumbled "Hey, I've prepared poisonous BLOWFISH before, maybe we should find another snake!"

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Why would we want to do that? We're looking to make our opponents barf, are we not?"

Bridgette gulped as Eva clenched her fists, squashing the snake guts even further. "Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

"N- no, it's just-" Bridgette's cheeks bulged and she swallowed back bravely. "Oh wow, I need to go. If I puke before we even start the challenge, I'm LONG gone!"

With that, she sprinted off, leaving Scott and a growling Eva alone together. Seeing this, Scott couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The thought that Eva was onto a contestant he'd wanted out for quite some time now . . .

"What's so funny?" Eva snapped, glaring at him.

"Ohh, nothing, nothing," Scott muttered, trying not to smirk.

"Hey!" Eva suddenly dropped the snake guts and leaned up to his face. "Somethin' you wanna tell me, huh?"

"Whoa!" Scott backed away, taken aback. "Why are you turning on me all of a sudden?" He smirked again, a mischievous smirk. "We're teammates, aren't we?"

Eva suddenly roared and punched Scott hard in the mouth while he was still smirking. The blow was enough to knock him to the ground face first.

"OW!"

Scott moaned as he sat up on his knees, rubbing his jaw. "Agh . . ." As he gritted his teeth, they all suddenly shattered and crumbled to the ground like little white snowflakes, making Scott shriek and stiffen in horror.

"MY TEETH!" he cried, looking down at his now gummy mouth. Eva had her eyes widened, obviously surprised to see her own fist do that much damage . . . but she certainly didn't look ready to offer any form of sympathy. Scott growled, stomped up to his feet and glared straight into her face.

"Great job, Eva!" he snarled. "Now how am I supposed to eat whatever grool the Bison churn up for me if I can't chew? Huh?"

Eva quickly snorted in response. "Well that's why you don't keep secrets from me! You should know better than anyone else, I don't allow any traitors on my team!"

"Says the person WHO JUST KNOCKED MY TEETH OUT!"

Eva puckered her lips and lowered her eyebrows (or unibrow) in defiance, not wanting to admit she was wrong. Growling, she reacted with the only comeback she could think of- punching Scott in the face again.

Confession Cam

"I swear," muttered Scott irritably. "It's getting so hard to know who I want to rule out at this stage! Beverly is probably my biggest threat, both Dawn and Bridgette are onto me. And now Eva thinks she can use me as her personal punching bag! Thinking I'm a traitor, huh?" he spat. "Since when did I betray anyone?"

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"Okay." Eva rubbed the back of her head. "Maybe I have been a bit harsh on my team lately." She frowned a little. "But someone's gotta keep them in check, right?" She grabbed the opposite wall and glared into the camera. "RIGHT?!"

Back to the Island:

Brick peeped out from a bush with a mad little grin on his face. He then leapt out and began tip-toeing his way down the forest terrain. Dawn and B followed him, neither of them really sure what the soldier was up to, but whatever it was, he was clearly excited about it. Nevertheless, they decided to stay close as Brick stuck his head around a tree before spotting what he wanted.

"Haha!" he laughed, pointing at a buffalo that was grazing on some wilted plants. With his grin growing wider, he pulled out a pipe and stuck a red feathered arrow. Then, aiming at the buffalo, he puffed into it, shooting out the arrow. The arrow seemed to strike some sort of pressure point on the buffalo that was enough to make it let out a shriek and collapsed onto its back with its legs in the air.

"YES!" Brick screamed, thrusting his fists in the air. "That my friends, is what being a good field soldier is all about," he added, nodding at B and Dawn who both still looked a little uncertain. Not that Brick noticed. He proudly held out a flat palm in front of B. "Now then, Cadette Beverly, if you would be so kind to hand me any form of carvery."

B pulled a face as if to say "Oh, so you're calling me that as well?" but opened up his jacket anyway and pulled out a shiny, sharp looking butcher knife. The gleam from it was enough to make Dawn wince.

"I don't think I can watch this," she whimpered, quickly wandering off as Brick took the butcher knife and marched cheerfully over to the unconscious buffalo. B stuck his hands in his pockets and followed behind, watching with curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, Brick raised the butcher knife in his right hand and moved one of the buffalo's back legs to the side. He didn't look proud anymore. His grin had turned into a very weak sickly smile, and a small sweat was forming on his brow. B suddenly stiffened, realizing what he was going to do and backed away slightly.

"Well . . ." Brick chuckled uneasily. "Someone has to do it, right?" With his right hand shaking, he tried to look tough as he lowered himself beside the buffalo and began his disturbing task. A squelching sound was heard and the buffalo roared in pain and B made an "Ooohhhh" face, putting his own hands to his crotch area protectively. Brick was laughing a maniacal laugh to try and hide his own discomfort before the buffalo kicked him in the head, making B hide his eyes.

Finally, panting a little, Brick swallowed bravely and raised the slimy prize in his left hand, still wielding the butcher knife that was now covered in yellowish mucus- at least that's what it looked like. His forehead was bruised from the kick and he was shaking like a leaf.

"You . . . want this back?" he asked, raising the gooey knife towards B who just stared at it in disgust.

"I thought not," Brick murmured, dropping it to the ground. His hand that had been holding the knife was also covered in the slimy yellow substance. Slowly, he raised the two testicles in the air as if he were presenting it to someone who would find them appealing- and then his cheeks bulged and he threw up on the ground.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

Brick shakily raised his head after hearing Duncan's voice. The delinquent looked perfectly easygoing as he approached his two teammates- and he was carrying a pair of buffalo testicles in his left hand, and a pocket knife in the other. Brick took one look at the testicles in Duncan's hand then looked out into the distance, taking a moment to process what had just happened . . .

And then he fainted.

Confession Cam:

"All part of training for whatever the Anacondas bring up for me, eh?" Brick murmured weakly, clutching his stomach, trembling a little. He let out a nervous chuckle and then suddenly his cheeks bulged again.

Back to the Island:

Dawn was wandering through the woods, clutching her stomach that was churning at the thought of what Brick and B could possibly be doing to that poor buffalo. Trying to keep her puke down, she decided to try and think of something else to keep her going. She wondered how Bridgette was doing against her aggressive team. Hopefully they wouldn't try to frame her for something she didn't do . . .

"Dawn!"

"Hm?" Dawn looked up to see Zoey running towards her. "Zoey . . .? What brings you here?"

"I need to ask you something." Zoey clasped her hands together with a look of serious concern on her face. "It's about Mike."

"Yes?"

Zoey glanced down as the ground, her lips pursing a little. "You said before that you can't sense ANY negative activity going on in Mike's aura. I need to know if that's certain. Because I'm really worried about him. It's not just Mike himself, ALL of his personalities are acting up . . ." She gritted her teeth. "I think Mal might be in there somewhere. I- is that true?"

Dawn sighed and looked down at her feet before finally nodding. "It's true, Zoey. There is a great darkness cursing Mike's aura. But it's extremely inconsistent."

"Huh?" Zoey looked confused. "What do you mean by inconsistent?"

"The darkness comes and fades," explained Dawn. "It's hiding in there. It's waiting for the right time to lash out and consume Mike's subconscious. And once it does, there is a great risk, it will take over his mind completely!"

"So I was right!" A small smile of accomplishment spread across Zoey's face, but it quickly dropped. "Is there . . . anything we can do?"

"All we can do is try and keep the darkness under control. But Mike is the only one who can completely stop the evil being himself," Dawn answered with a hint of pity in her voice.

"So there's nothing I can do? Like nothing at all? Y- You can't control his personalities or anything, can you?" Zoey clenched her fists together a little tighter, making Dawn let out another sad little sigh.

"I'm afraid not."

"Oh . . ." Zoey's face crumpled a little. Seeing this, Dawn quickly grabbed both of her hands and pulled them down towards her.

"You might be able to give Mike the courage he needs to stand up to his inner enemy and eliminate it altogether. His mind may be consumed by darkness . . . but I can sense that you are the main light in his life that guides him to success. There may be little you can do to help him, but you can still try."

Hearing this, Zoey tightened her grip on Dawn's hands and nodded bravely. "Right. Don't worry, I will." Puffing out her chest and smacking her fists together, she straightened and stuck her chin up. "Now let's find some ingredients to take on the others!"

Dawn didn't respond, making Zoey pause and look down. The moonchild had her eyes shut, with her pointing fingers and thumbs on each hand pressed together. It looked like she was meditating while standing up.

"Dawn?"

Dawn slowly opened her eyes before a mischievous grin spread across her face. "I think I may have sensed the perfect ingredient to taint our opponent's food!"

"Oh really?" asked Zoey, perking up as Dawn began to lead her down the woods. "That's great!"

Duncan was carrying the buffalo testicles down to the cabins when he suddenly heard humming coming from behind a nearby bush. Grinning to himself, he picked up a stone in his free hand and threw it towards where the noise was coming from. Immediately the humming stopped. Grinning to himself, he passed the testicles from his left hand to his right, leaving the slimy yellow substance on it. He then stepped towards the bush, quietly so he wouldn't catch any attention, then thrust his left hand down and rubbed hard. Immediately he heard an all too familiar shriek and Courtney jumped out with yellow slime in her hair.

"DUNCAN!" she screamed, bringing her hands to her head but refusing to touch the stuff. "What is this? WHAT DID YOU PUT IN MY HAIR?!"

"What?" Duncan laughed, clutching his stomach. "I thought you were used to having stuff like this over your face all the time."

"What do you-" Courtney squinted her eyes then noticed the testicles in Duncan's hand, causing them to immediately widen again. "DUNCAN!" She then took a closer look at them before staring up at her ex boyfriend. "You're not seriously going to put those in your dish are you?"

"Oh come on, it's not that bad! There are people out there who eat this stuff like Italian meatballs! Trust me, when you eat these once, you can eat anything."

"You're disgusting." Courtney swiped as much yellow stuff as she could from her hair before sitting back down so she could return to what she had been doing. "I guess you won't mind if I put this in my dessert then . . . seeing how YOU stole my eggs the last challenge!"

"Dessert?" Duncan's ears pricked up. Leaning over the bush, he saw that Courtney had a big bowl of crushed insects, moldy leaves and . . . what he assumed was mud. He continued to watch as Courtney wiped her slimy hand off the edge of the bowl so the yellow substance mixed in with the rest of her ingredients.

Duncan snorted. "That's your idea of a disgusting dessert? I've seen meals in juvie less edible than that!"

"Meh," Courtney shrugged as she picked up a thick branch and began to mash her ingredients into one big smelly brown lumpy mixture. "Ah least I'll know it's SOMEWHAT edible." She glared at Duncan and the testicles in his hand. He hadn't moved from his spot since she had sat back down.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to leave me alone and make your own food?"

"Nah, I like watching you make dessert."

Courtney responded by scooping up some mixture with her stick and hurling it at Duncan's face. Then, sticking her nose in the air, she stood back up and stomped off . . . though she couldn't help sneaking back a look at Duncan and snickering at the sight of his face with her own concoction on it.

Duncan just stood there before shaking the brown stuff off. He then sniffed and pulled a face. That was . . . definitely not mud.

"Oh man Courtney, not cool!" he shouted.

"Says the person who put testicle slime in my hair! It's called karma, Duncan, KAR-MA!" Courtney yelled back.

"Yeah, whatever!" Still, he just smirked and folded his arms in amusement.

Confession Cam:

Duncan scoffed with a flirtatious grin on his face. "Yeah Courtney, keep pretending we're not gonna get back together. I can see you, you're slowly getting dragged back into a relationship!"

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Courtney tutted with an irritated look on her face. "Yeah Duncan, stop acting like we're gonna get back together! I am NOT getting dragged back into a relationship with you!" She tried to look firm, but colour was coming to her cheeks.

Back to the Island:

Back at the two cabins, there were two long tables for each team, with a red tablecloth for the Bison and a yellow tablecloth for the Anacondas. On both these tables, there were wooden chopping boards, plastic bowls, china plates and a wooden spoon. Between both of these two tables, there was another table with a white tablecloth and two rusty wooden chairs, no doubt for the two campers who would have to eat the meals.

'Mike' held the maggot over his team's starter bowl and squeezed it so it vomited into the bowl. Trent lowered his eyebrows at this.

"Maggot vomit is pretty nasty . . . but Scott's eating out starter . . . and knowing him, he'll probably be able to munch through anything."

'Mike' narrowed his eyes but tried not to glare and plastered on a fake cheerful smile.

"Yeeeeah," he grinned. "We're going have to hide something REALLY awful in there if we're not going to give him the point!" He glanced to his right and suddenly noticed one of the cabins had a broken window with little shards of glass scattered on the dirt.

"We can always put in broken glass!"

Trent shuddered. "Okay maybe not that awful. Like something unexpected that will make him spit it out in surprise . . ."

He had his back turned to the table now, deep in thought. 'Mike' smirked at this and slowly reached out for the wooden chopping board.

"What do you think?" Trent turned around again around only to see 'Mike' with the raised chopping board in both hands. Not giving him any time to react, he thrust the board down, whacking Trent hard on the head. The impact was enough to knock him out altogether.

Seeing that no one was around, Mal chuckled to himself as Trent collapsed to the ground. He noticed that the tablecloth reached all the way down to the bottom of the ground. It didn't take him long to push Trent's motionless body underneath and hide him completely underneath. Then, whistling his malevolent mountain king song, Mal strolled over the broken window and scooped up some of the shards. Another stroll back to the table and he dropped the shards into the maggot vomit and mixed it in so it was barely noticeable.

"Bon appetit." The evil personality chuckled his evil chuckle again. Then he inhaled deeply and his hair spiked back into place.

Mike blinked around him, confused as always when he took over out of nowhere. His eyes fell on the big bowl of maggot vomit in front of him. "What IS that stuff?" He suddenly paused and started looking around him frantically. "Trent?"

No response.

"Trent?!"

Still no reply. Mike's eyes widened in horror as he realized his teammate had disappeared altogether.

"TRENT!" he screamed, racing into the forest. As he sprinted away, Duncan strolled past him, giving him a look but not too bothered about it. He shrugged and headed over to the table and dropped the slimy buffalo testicles on the "main course" plate.

"Hiiiiiiii."

Duncan looked over only to see a traumatised Brick stagger up to the table and drop his set of buffalo testicles on the table. They didn't even land on the plate.

"Uhh, are you okay?" Duncan leaned away as Brick laughed uncertainly, shifting his weight from side to side. The poor fellow looked like he was drunk or something. All Duncan could really do was stare at him.

Confession Cam:

Brick was clutching onto his face with his cheeks really bulging now. He made retching noises as he tried to hold it in. Then, unable to resist it any longer, he whipped around and started puking in the toilet.

Back to the Island:

Over on the Anaconda's table, Eva dropped the snake guts onto the "main course" plate. Bridgette who had been forced to stay close felt her cheeks bulge and swallowed back quickly.

"You know . . . you could at LEAST try to make it look SOMEWHAT presentable!"

"Why?" Eva scowled at her.

"Well, um . . ." Bridgette looked around for an excuse and then noticed the main cabin a few meters ahead. An idea popped to her head. "Maybe we could trick our opponents with a fancy presentation. Then when they bite into it, they'll be taken aback by the disgusting flavours! Surely there MUST be some dishes in the kitchen!"

"Hmm." Eva scowled again but brought her finger to her chin, considering the thought. "That's . . . not a bad thought actually."

"Yeah!" Bridgette nodded quickly and suddenly thought of something else. "And there might be some more ingredients in there we can use for our starter!"

"Yeah!" Eva straightened a little, and for the first time, a small little smile spread across her face. It wasn't a nice or friendly one but still a smile. "I see what you're doing. Let's go then!"

Bridgette beamed as she and Eva began to head towards the main cabin. Glancing behind her, she could still see that Eva still looked satisfied and her beam grew brighter.

Confession Cam:

"Finally!" Bridgette cheered. "I'm finally on Eva's good side! I just need to try and keep her that way and avoid Scott, and then I can continue on with my plans for the Bison!"

Back to the Island:

Inside the fridge, Bridgette opened the fridge and pulled out a rotten egg. The smell immediately made her gag, but it made her grin as well. She then reached in with her other hand and pulled out an old packet of crumpets that seemed to have expired years ago.

"This stuff looks great!" She then turned back to Eva who was busy rummaging through a cupboard. "You find any plates or cups yet?"

Eva pulled out a cracked china plate that looked too old to look presentable. Frowning, she threw it behind her and it smashed on the ground. "Not yet."

While she continued to search through the cupboard, Bridgette flicked a glance at the old cardboard packaging for the crumpets. It was so old and so worn out, it was practically impossible to read, but she could just make out Suitable for Vegetarians. Another idea came to her head- and it made her bite her lip. So much for getting on Eva's good side.

"Hey Eva," she said a little quietly. "If we can't find any plates, we can just carry on with this starter."

"No, I want this to look good," she replied, smashing another glass out the cupboard.

Bridgette gritted her teeth, deciding not to argue, for her own sake. She suddenly noticed a giant slug slithering across the wall and noticed the slimy trail it was leaving behind. Surely slug slime had to be vegetarian safe, right?

"Hey, look at that!" she shouted, pointing up at the massive slug. Eva immediately looked up and her eyes fell on the slug with its slime dripping onto the counter underneath it.

"Oh-ho hooo," she chuckled, smacking her fists together. "I like what you're thinking!"

Bridgette beamed again and took a crumpet out the box. It was pretty hard with little speckles of green on it. She pulled a face in disgust but reminded herself that it WAS better than snake guts. She held the crumpet out as Eva pulled the slug from the wall and squeezed its slime over it, like a spread.

"Ewww!" Bridgette exclaimed but for some reason she couldn't help but giggle as she raised the rotten egg and placed it neatly on top.

"Heh." Eva folded her arms and grinned a nasty threatening grin, but she was looking at the crumpet and not at her teammate. "That looks pretty nasty."

"I know right! It's PERFECT for our opponents!" Bridgette agreed, making Eva's grin grow a little wider, much to her delight.

"What's going on in here?"

Bridgette and Eva both looked up to see the toothless Scott standing at the kitchen entrance, frowning at the two of them.

"Oh . . ." Bridgette raised her eggy slimy rotten crumpet. "We just finished with our . . . second course!"

Scott stepped forwards and took a closer at the crumpet in Bridgette's hands with its slug slime dripping from it.

"You call THAT the most disgusting meal possible? Back at the dirt farm, I'd consider that an afternoon snack!" He tried to grin but his gummy mouth gave him more of a baby face that made him look more cute than intimidating. Bridgette bit her lip and tried not to snort at this.

"I know something that'll make that thing REALLY pack a punch you know," he sneered and immediately Bridgette's face dropped.

"What are you gonna put in . . .?" Surely he wouldn't add any animals to their product. It couldn't work, the crumpet was too small. What incredibly disgusting bottom of the barrel ingredient could he possibly-

"Sewage waste from the outhouse!"

Eva's jaw dropped . . . but after a while she slammed her hands together in absolute delight, like she was trying to clap but wasn't dainty enough. "AWWWW YEAH!" Beside her,Bridgette's face crumpled as she let out a horrified gasp.

"NO!"

"What's your problem?" Scott sneered, glaring at her. "This is our STARTER, remember? We specifically said that we would make Dawn eat our MAIN COURSE."

"Yeah." Eva's grin faded into a death glare, and she cracked her knuckles loudly. "I think sewage waste is a good idea . . ."

Bridgette sighed, realising that the starter and main course part was right. "Yeah, I guess." Pouting to herself, she trudged behind Eva and a prideful Scott who led them out of the kitchen towards the outhouse. She gazed down at her vegetarian safe dish. There was only one option for her left now to avoid forcing her friend on the opposite team into eating something she didn't want to eat and avoid the risk of elimination . . . and it was a pretty risky option.

"I could always try and convince Mike's alternate personalities to try and join him and stand up to Mal," said Zoey as she followed Dawn through the forest. "But other than that, the only real thing I can think of that will keep Mike in control long enough is putting myself in danger. And don't get me wrong, I'm more than willing to do that but I don't want him to get stressed over me either . . . Ugh. Doing the right thing is hard sometimes. What do you think?"

"You need to do what you think is best for both Mike and yourself," said Dawn. "Putting yourself in danger is never the best option. The dark personality is powerful, Zoey, and it can take control at any time. If you put yourself in danger and the evil one is in control, then it will result in disaster for both of you."

"Yeah, true . . ." Zoey agreed. "But I can maybe keep an eye on him, make sure Mal DOESN'T take over."

"Zoey . . ." Dawn stopped walking for a moment, shutting her eyes and lowering her head. "You need to let Mal KNOW that you're onto him. You need to stand up to him and make him realize that he has no permission to spread the chaos that he does. You need to take control to help Mike take control."

"Wait." Zoey looked up into the distance, wincing a little. "Are you suggesting I FIGHT him?" She looked back down at Dawn with a tensed up face. "I can't fight my own boyfriend!"

"But you MUST fight the evil one," Dawn reminded her. She grabbed Zoey's palm with both hands and gave it a firm squeeze. "I can sense it in your aura, Zoey. It's light pink but with a hint dark red. The pink means you're very dedicated and passionate about your relationship with Mike. But the red signalises a powerful part in you that can stand up for herself in dire situations. You need to use that part of you if you are going to stand any chance of saving Mike and eliminate the darkness once and for all!"

Zoey just stood there, really taking Dawn's words into consideration. She knew perfectly well what Dawn was talking about regarding the "powerful part" in her. But the thought of going out on her own boyfriend . . . yeah it wasn't "her boyfriend" but still . . .

"I'll think about it."

"Just remember . . . If you must fight him, then do it when the time is right." Dawn reached up to pat Zoey on the arm before pausing for a moment. She reached out for a leafy tree branch in front of them and pulled it away to reveal a massive crate filled to the brim with large bright red peppers. The two girls both gasped as they slowly approached the crate in awe and Dawn slowly picked one up.

"Are those . . . Carolina Reapers?" Zoey gaped at the pepper in Dawn's hand. "Those are the hottest peppers in the world!" She gave Dawn her own little look of awe. "How did you sense them?"

"It has Chris's energy all over it! He must have hidden them in the woods hoping that someone would find it!" explained Dawn, her eyes widened in amazement.

Next thing an air horn blared throughout the whole island. Shortly after, Chris's booming voice shot through the intercom for all the contestants to hear.

"ATTENTION CAMPERS! YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL THE EATING PART OF YOUR CHALLENGE BEGINS! SO START ADDING YOUR FINISHING TOUCHES TO YOUR BRUNCH OF DISGUSTINGNESS AND GET THE PUKE BUCKETS READY!" Chris laughed and then the forest was silent.

"That's not long!" said Zoey. "Let's go!"

She and Dawn scooped up as many Carolina Reaper peppers as they could, Zoey carrying them in her arms and Dawn raising her jumper to use it like a pouch before the two of them sprinted off.

Scott dumped more sewage from the toilet waste onto Bridgette's crumpet, completely covering the rotten egg in brown watery mess. Eva was no longer grinning though she looked very content while Bridgette looked like she wanted to faint- the surfer girl could barely stand at this stage.

"That should be enough!" Scott pulled his hand out of the outhouse toilet one last time and dumped the contents on the crumpet. He then inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in a big whiff of it. "Smells like success."

Bridgette took a small cautious whiff and immediately her cheeks bulged again. She gulped back and just decided to keep quiet.

"Hey. You gonna place it on the table?" Eva demanded.

Bridgette let out a small moan but trailed off to the Anaconda table anyway all by herself and slid the messy crumpet onto the "starter" plate. Beside her, Courtney was pouring her brown lumpy mixture into a sundae glass and pulled out a can of whipped cream from the kitchen, spraying it on top. She frowned at Bridgette who watched what she was doing, obviously curious.

"Well excuse me for trying to make my food SOMEWHAT sophisticated!" she snapped as she finished off her presentation by placing a cherry on top. "You should really try and tidy up some of those dishes," she added, staring at the rotten, eggy, slimy, pooey crumpet and the mashed up snake guts before sauntering away.

Bridgette gulped, eyeing the three dishes. Bringing her hand to her face to try and avoid throwing up, she suddenly noticed Leshawna approaching their table.

"H-hey!"

"Hey girl," Leshawna replied pleasantly before examining the three dishes on the table. She raised her eyebrows at the covered crumpet and smirked a little.

"Okay, I think I can handle that . . ."

"What are you doing here?" asked Bridgette, cocking her head to the right.

"Sorry, girl." Leshawna grabbed a hold of her rumbling stomach. "I've been famished all mornin'. I just had to take a peep to see what I'm gettin' myself into. Nothin' wrong with that, right?" she asked, turning around and heading off.

"No . . ." Bridgette suddenly straightened and flicked a few glances around her. No one was looking. Scott and Eva were standing around, not paying any attention to her. The intercom blared again:

"FIVE MINUTES LEFT!"

No time to lose. Bridgette picked up the crumpet and wiped off as much sewage waste as she could, then picked up the plate of snake guts and swapped it with the crumpet. Now the snake guts were on the "starter" plate with the smelly but still vegetarian safe crumpet for the main course. All she had to do now was hope that Scott and Eva wouldn't beat her for it.

Meanwhile, Zoey and Dawn sprinted up to the Bison table and dropped all their peppers on top of it.

"What can we do with them?" asked Zoey. "We can always serve them on their own, but that's not really cooking, is it?"

"Maybe we can crystallize them! But spice up the sugar so it adds even more of a burn!" suggested Dawn.

"That's a great idea!" said Zoey. "Here," she added handing Dawn a big handful of peppers. "You see what's in the kitchen! I'll tidy up the other courses!"

"Okay!" said Dawn, taking the peppers and running into the big cabin with them, leaving Zoey to the rest of the Bison's courses. Maggot vomit for a starter . . . check. Buffalo testicles for a main course . . . check. Dawn was off preparing the dessert. If she could do it in time, the team was set. Now where were Mike and Trent?

Zoey suddenly heard moaning coming from underneath the red tablecloth. She immediately bent down and lifted it up . . . and there was Trent, just coming to, rubbing his head.

"Trent?!" Zoey reached under the table and yanked him out. He rolled over, still moaning, struggling to get up. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?"

"Argh." Trent continued to rub his head as Zoey heaved him up onto his feet. "I don't know . . ."

"What happened to you?" Zoey cried, frantically dusting him off.

"I honestly can't . . . ahhh . . ." Trent blinked for a moment, still looking very woozy. "Last thing I remember, I was here. And I was discussing what to put in our starter when next thing . . . I don't know how, I just blacked out just like that!" He smacked his forehead and scrunched up his eyes. "It was just weird!"

"You need to sit down," said Zoey, taking him under the arm and guiding him over to the cabin steps.

"I'll be fine," mumbled Trent as he sat himself down on them. "Just need to get my head together."

Zoey nodded before something came to her head. "Weren't you with Mike? Where'd he go?"

"TRENT!"

As if on queue, Mike sprinted up to both of them, wheezing heavily. His forehead was damp from all the running and he had to rest his hands on his knees to avoid collapsing.

"There you are!" he panted with a weak smile. "Thank goodness I found you! I was looking everywhere! I was so worried that maybe Ma-"

"Wait a second!" Trent shook his head quickly before standing straight to his feet and jabbing a finger into Mike's chest. "Now I remember! YOU knocked me out!"

Mike straightened and took a step back. "Sorry?"

"Yeah, when I was debating what to put in our starter, YOU knocked me out with the chopping board!" Trent shouted, pointing at his face.

"What? No I didn't!" Mike was frantically looking around him for an excuse, raising his hands and leaning back to avoid Trent attacking him.

"Well SOMEONE did!" Trent demanded, stomping closer to him. "And YOU were the only one near me when it happened!"

"Seriously Trent, I don't remember doing anything to hurt you!" Mike ducked as Trent withdrew his hand. He wasn't going to punch him but it certainly looked like it.

"Then who was it?!"

"Hmm." Zoey narrowed her eyes a little.

Confession Cam:

"Mike did look genuinely confused," said Zoey. "And Dawn said that his "darkness" comes and fades . . . So that probably means that Mal comes and goes whenever he feels like it . . . And Mal wouldn't act that hesitant if someone confronted him like that. He would have found a way to hurt him by now."

Back to the Island:

"Trent!"

Trent glanced around as Zoey rushed up to Mike and took him by the arm. "It's okay! Mike didn't knock you out."

"Huh?" Both Trent and Mike stared at her as if she had gone mad.

"But then . . . who did?" Now Trent looked just as puzzled as Mike did, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, Zoey, are you sure it wasn't . . ." Mike gulped. "Someone else?" He almost whispered that last part.

"Maybe it might have been," said Zoey, giving him a firm little look. "But it wasn't you, alright? Let's just watch the challenge and see if we win, alright?"

"Okay . . ." both boys murmured uncertainly almost in sync.

Confession Cam:

"Man. I hope Zoey knows what she's doing," said Trent. "But then again, she's Mike's girlfriend. She knows him a lot better than I do. I just don't wanna sit back and ignore everything because there's definitely something up with Mike!"

X_X_X_X_X_X_X

"Okay." Mike clutched his head with his hands. "There HAS to be a reason for Zoey defending me like that! She knows Mal might be around. Could she help? But Mal could hurt her!" He shuddered and bit his lip. "He won't hurt her, will he?"

GASP!

"Oh you bet I will," Mal sneered rubbing his hands together and chuckling his evil chuckle.

Back to the Island:

Dawn was neatly laying out some crystallised Carolina Reaper peppers in a neat little circle on the her team's "dessert" plate when Leshawna approached her, obviously intrigued.

"Yo, what you got there?"

"Crystallised peppers," explained Dawn happily. "It's done that way so that Eva will impulsively bite into them thinking they're going to be sweet-"

"And then the pepper will burn her mouth out!" Leshawna finished. "A hot meal to match a hotheaded girl!" She then stared at the shiny sugar surface of the peppers. "Why are they crystallised though? Won't they lose their kick?"

"No," said Dawn. "I made the sugarcoat with all the spices I could find in the kitchen! So the outer shell should be just as hot as the inside!"

"Heh," Leshawna grinned. "I like your way of thinking, girl."

Dawn beamed proudly as the rest of the Bison team members gathered around the table. Trent especially looked pleasantly surprised by the attractive appearance of peppers.

"Nice dessert there!" He then cocked his head. "Why did you sugarcoat them?"

"I was just explaining," Dawn answered, but happy to repeat herself. She then noticed Mike and Zoey standing nearby and fixed eye contact with Zoey. "They look sweet on the outside but inside there is evil and red hot hatred!"

"Oh really?" Zoey glanced at Mike next to her. He blushed and turned away shyly.

Confession Cam:

"So Mal is coming and going," said Zoey, really thinking about it now. "The question is WHY? What's stopping him from taking over completely?"

Back to the Island:

"Soooo," Mike chuckled uneasily. "That sounds like a pretty nasty dessert, right?" He looked around him, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone . . .

In Mike's Subconscious . . .

"You are *grunt* gonna stay right there! You got that you mongrel?" Manitoba tugged harder on his rope, tightening the knots around Mal's body. And just to keep him in further check, Vito was sitting over him, pinning his head to the ground.

"Yeah pasty, don't you think you're gonna do anythin' while we're watching ya!"

Mal rolled his eyes. "You really think the four of you can just keep me down here forever?"

Chester rubbed his back, leaning on his cane which he had ready in case Mal tried to escape. "We can't just keep pinning him! We need to get rid of him altogether!"

"Yeah but every time we reset Mike's head, he just comes back!" said Vito irritably. "Like we all do!"

While he was busy complaining, Mal suddenly thrust his head up, hitting Vito in the face, and despite having his arms and body tied up, somehow managed to jump to his feet.

"Whoa!" Manitoba tugged on the rope again. "He's escapin'! He's escapin'!"

"Svetlana is on it!" Mal stopped struggling and turned around only to see Svetlana leaping in mid air above him. Before he could react, she landed on top of him, pinning him back to the ground.

Mal grunted at the impact and groaned. But then a little grin came to his face. "I see what you're doing . . . Ohhh yes, I see what you're doing. You're all turning on me. Well I'll just have to find a way to get rid of all of you, aren't I?"

He began to chuckle and the other four personalities exchanged uncertain glances. What was the malevolent one planning . . . ?

Back to the Island:

Now all the teams were gathered together by their respective tables while Chris and Chef Hatchet were standing behind the middle table with the two chairs.

"So . . . You've prepared your meals . . . Now the fun part starts!" he laughed. "So teams! Set out your starters!"

Trent picked up the bowl of maggot vomit for the Bison while Bridgette hastily took up the plate of snake guts before Scott or Eva could protest. They both headed out to the middle table and put them in front of the respective plates.

"Alright! So you've set your eaters," said Chris. "Scott! Leshawna! You're up!"

"Finally," Leshawna grinned as she and Scott made their way over to the table and sat themselves down. She then noticed Scott's toothless mouth and tried not to smirk. "Yo, what happened to you?"

"Long story," Scott frowned, glaring at Eva. He suddenly realized what was on Leshawna's plate and yelled "Hey, we had a crumpet for a starter, not the snake guts!" He stood up from his seat and pointed an accusing finger at Bridgette. "YOU SWAPPED THEM AROUND!"

"Uhh! Leshawna thought she was getting the crumpet so I . . . decided to catch her off guard!" she lied, trying to ignore Eva's angry heavy breathing behind her.

Over on the Bison team, Dawn raised an eyebrow. She had a feeling she knew the real reason why Bridgette might have swapped those dishes.

"Once the dishes are on the table, there are no swappies!" said Chris. "You're just going have to save your . . . "crumpet" for the next round!"

Scott groaned and sank into his seat. He glared at the bowl of maggot vomit in front of him. It looked fairly easy for him to eat.

"Remember!" said Chris. "The first person to finish their meal earns a point for their team! And if you puke, you're automatically disqualified! Now EAT IT!"

Leshawna immediately picked up a piece of mashed snake gut and threw it in her mouth and began to chew.

"Hm." She nodded, talking with her mouth full. "Not too bad."

Scott frowned at her as he picked up a spoon, scooped up some vomit and considered sipping it or slurping it down in one go.

Confession Cam:

"I can always take my time," Scott sneered. "And maybe if the team loses, I can convince them to vote off a certain backstabbing surfer girl."

Back to the Island:

"Mmmmmm," Scott droned, sipping the maggot vomit from the spoon as slowly as he could, while beside him, Leshawna was already a quarter of the way through her mashed up snake guts.

"COME ON SCOTT!" Courtney suddenly yelled. "YOU EAT DIRT FOR A LIVING, SURELY VOMIT CAN'T BE THAT BAD!"

"Alright alright!" Scott snapped irritably, scooping up a massive spoonful. He stuffed the whole lot in his mouth and suddenly a squelching sound filled the air, making everyone even Chris wince.

"Oooohhh!"

Scott opened his mouth to reveal a large shard of glass stuck in his gum. He screamed and grabbed it, trying to pull it out, but it was pretty deep in there.

"Wait a second," muttered Trent. "We didn't put that in our starter. Unless . . ." He straightened and glared at Mike.

"You put it in while I was unconscious, didn't you?"

Mike gulped and took a step back. "Okay, I SWEAR I checked the starter a while ago and there was nothing in there! I don't even remember-"

"Mike . . ." Zoey took his arm and pulled him towards her a little. "Let's go over there for a while," she suggested quietly, pointing behind the nearby Bison cabin.

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" Mike asked as Zoey began to gently lead him away.

"I just wanna have a chat with you."

"Okay . . ."

"Will I come along?" Trent asked, concerned.

"No thank you," Zoey answered politely. "Mike and I just need a little one on one time, okay?"

Trent nodded though he still looked uncertain. "Alright."

At the middle table, Scott finally pulled the shard out of his gum and shook his fist at Eva. "If you hadn't punched my teeth out, I could have crunched through this you know!"

Hearing this, every Anaconda team member glared at Eva whose eyes widened a little.

"Gee Eva," said Noah accusingly. "Knocking out your teammate's teeth . . . you know the thing people need to EAT their food!"

"Okay! I got defensive and I overreacted! GOD!" Eva snapped. "The sooner we can win this challenge the better!"

Scott was trying to use his tongue to break through the glass while mashing up the vomit with his spoon. Meanwhile Leshawna picked up one of the last few scraps of snake guts and squeezed it a little, not noticing the venom dripping from it.

"Victory never tasted this good," she grinned happily, popping it in her mouth.

She chewed a little . . .

Then she suddenly froze.

Her body began to stiffen entirely, her hands clawing for no reason and her legs sticking up. Her eyes shifted into a cross-eyed look and her mouth dropped altogether while she made some spluttering sounds.

Bridgette looked behind her and noticed that Eva still looked pretty pissed about being accused.

"Hey, I thought . . ." She mustered on the best smile she could manage. "You've wanted to see Leshawna go through that for a while, haven't you?"

"Huh." Eva suddenly noticed that Leshawna had fallen backwards off her chair, lying motionless on the ground apart from occasional twitches. "Yeah . . ." She chuckled. "I guess . . ."

Bridgette exhaled a small sigh of relief and then turned to face Leshawna who had started gagging from the poison. She wanted to apologise but since Scott was there, there was nothing he could really do.

Scott had completely broken up the glass into smaller, easier to swallow little pieces. He scooped up a spoonful and swallowed it whole, like it was chocolate or ice cream. He suddenly felt something wash over his shoe- and looked down to see puke gushing from Leshawna's gaping mouth.

"Well," said Chris, approaching her. "Poison or not, she's still puking. The Anacondas win the first point!"

The Anacondas all cheered except Scott and Eva. Bridgette gave her a little nudge to try and encourage her, but she shifted away.

Chris looked back down to see that Leshawna hadn't budged from where she was lying since she had eaten that last piece of snake. He placed his hands on his hips and looked back at Chef Hatchet.

"Maybe we should help her." He smirked. "After the challenge!"

Behind the Bison team cabin, Zoey sighed and took Mike by both hands and held them in front of her chest.

"Mike . . . I think you know what I have to say." She gave her boyfriend a sympathetic little look that made Mike hold onto her hands tighter.

"Go on . . ."

"I really think Mal might be back. I talked to Dawn about it. She says that he's here, but he keeps coming and going." Zoey raised Mike's hands closer to her and tried to look firm, but she just looked upset.

"So . . . he was the one who knocked Trent out and put glass in the starter?"

"I think so," Zoey said softly. "The point is, if I'm right . . . we need to find a way to keep Mal under control, maybe even get rid of him."

Mike nodded uneasily. "Yeah, the thing is . . ." He tore his eyes away from her. "I don't think I know how."

"Well how did you defeat him last time?"

"There was this reset button in my subconscious," Mike explained. "We all pressed it . . . my personalities and I." When Zoey didn't stare at him or give him a weird look, it made him feel a little better . . . a little.

"But it's a reset button. It's temporary. All my personalities are just gonna eventually come back after I press it! And I don't want to have to knock myself all the time just to get rid of Mal and have him come back again! But if I have to-"

"You don't have to knock yourself out," said Zoey quickly. "Last time you did that, Mal nearly took over completely. There has to be another way!"

Mike sighed and looked down at his feet. "Yeah, you're right," he murmured sadly.

"Mike." Zoey took hold of his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Can't you find a way talk to your other personalities and team up against him? In your sleep or something?"

"I- I really don't know," Mike moaned, shutting his eyes. "My subconcious . . . It's weird, alright? The only time I can talk to my personalities is either when I'm knocked out or not in control!" He opened his eyes again, finally making eye contact with her. "Look, I'll knock myself out and-"

"Mike, don't knock yourself out!" Zoey replied in a sharp tone, shaking his head in her hands a little. "For everyone's sake, please don't knock yourself out!"

"Okay, I won't."

For a moment the two looked longingly into each other's eyes, loving but uncertain. Then Zoey brushed Mike's cheek a little with her fingertips and spoke again in a softer tone.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked. "Because I want to know if there's any way for me to help you stay in control without throwing myself off a cliff."

Mike took Zoey's hands in his and pulled her in slightly, squeezing her hands tight. How could he say it to her kindly? He felt a lurch in his stomach and tried to ignore it, but his grip on Zoey's hands was now a clammy one.

"Zoey . . . You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. My personalities have caused so much trouble for me in the past so for you to come along and accept it . . ." Mike's eyes flickered a little as an emotional smile spread across his face. His hands were shaking now and Zoey could feel it but she kept her eyes on her boyfriend, listening attentively.

"It means everything, it really does," Mike continued. "But . . ." Slowly his smile faded away. "I just don't know if there is anything you can do . . . I still feel better when I'm with you, but I don't want Mal to take over and ruin everything . . . I don't want him to hurt you."

Zoey couldn't help but smile at this. "That's so sweet, Mike." She quickly shifted her face into a firmer expression. "Don't worry about me. If Mal takes over, I'll take care of it. But if you can, you should try and find some way to convince your other personalities to stand up to Mal."

Mike suddenly perked up a little. "Maybe we could arrange a meeting with them! Set up the triggers . . . If you could find a fedora somewhere and come up with some fake Olympic set up . . . I'll take off my shirt and find a way to get Chester out- I won't hurt myself. And then you could convince each of them separately or something!"

"So they can all team up against Mal!" Zoey's eyes widened in delight. "That might just work! We could defeat him if that plan works!"

"And then he'll be gone!" Mike laughed with excitement. So overwhelmed with joy, he reached out to gingerly stroke Zoey's face with his fingers before sliding them down to clutch onto her shoulders.

"If this plan works, I'm gonna be so happy!"

"Don't worry, it will." Zoey reached out with her hands and wrapped them around Mike's shoulders while Mike slid his hands down to Zoey's waist. The two gazed lovingly into each other's eyes and slowly leaned in towards each other . . .

"What are you two doing down there?"

Mike and Zoey immediately pulled away but Zoey kept her arms around Mike's shoulder while he still held onto her waist. The two of them stared around to see Chef Hatchet peeping around the cabin. He blinked at the couple for a second before letting out a roar.

"OUT! BOTH OF YOU OUT RIGHT NOW!"

A small time later, Mike and Zoey were back amongst their Bison team, holding hands and exchanging confident affectionate glances. Trent noticed this and gave Zoey an "Are you alright?" look, to which Zoey replied with a reassuring wink.

"Hey." Mike suddenly pointed at the table in the middle. Scott had returned to his team but Leshawna was now missing. "What happened to Leshawna?"

"Well if you weren't so busy making out, you'd know that she's off getting some . . . "special" treatment." Chris snorted but somehow managed to compose himself. "Alright! Before the forging begun, you both nominated a member from the opposite team to take on the main course! So as I recall . . ." He grinned his usual evil grin. "Dawn and Bridgette! You're up! Not that this is anything new for you two!"

Dawn and Bridgette both sighed and approached the middle table so they could sit down for their teams. Duncan took up the plate of buffalo testicles while Scott picked up the rotten crumpet when he noticed that half the sewage waste he had dumped on it was missing.

"Hmm."

As he approached the table and placed his plate in front of Dawn, he frowned at Bridgette who looked up at him and tried to look innocent.

"Last time I checked this, it was more refined," he sneered.

"You done complaining?" Duncan asked as he placed the bowl of testicles in front of Bridgette who raised her eyebrows.

"I've . . . eaten these before."

Even though she said it quietly, Duncan stiffened for a second then walked hastily away. Scott gave her one last death glare before slowly drifting back to his team.

"Okay! Tables are served! Let's go! And as a friendly reminder . . . Dawn needs to win this round or the Bison will be losing a member tonight!"

Dawn slowly picked up the rotten egg and examined the crumpet carefully. It was soggy now, drenched in slug slime and something she couldn't quite name.

"It's vegetarian safe!" Bridgette told her quiet enough so no one else would hear.

Dawn's eyes widened a little. "I see . . . So that's why you swapped them!"

"Yeah! I knew you were never gonna eat snake guts so I had to." Bridgette bit her lip. "I hope I didn't kill Leshawna though."

"The effect of snake venom is only temporary. She'll be fine," said Dawn, patting her shoulder. "Thank you for the vegetarian course."

"No problem." Bridgette heaved out a heavy sigh and picked up a testicle. It was very sloppily castrated.

"WE KEPT THEM ALIVE!" Brick shouted for some reason, making the other Bison members stare at him.

"That's . . . reassuring," Bridgette muttered as she watched Dawn take a bite from the egg. She didn't seem to notice anything particularly bad . . . other than the fact that it was rotten and dark green of course. As long as she didn't know what had been on it earlier, Bridgette decided, it was better not to tell her.

For a brief second Dawn's cheeks bulged. Bridgette gasped and backed away while Chris and Chef Hatchet leaned forwards, watching in anticipation.

"No no no no no, don't throw it up, don't-"

"WHY ARE YOU ENCOURAGING HER?" Eva roared. "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND EAT THOSE GODDAMN TESTICLES!"

Bridgette let out a moan and slowly sat back into her chair. Next to her, Dawn had her fist to her mouth, clutching her stomach with the other. Bridgette couldn't help but cringe. Maybe she had picked up a little bit of . . . what had come from the outhouse.

But Dawn scrunched up her eyes, making a few retching noises and bravely swallowed it back. Keeping her eyes shut, she threw the second half of the egg into her mouth, chewed and swallowed that too.

"Wow!" Even Chris looked impressed. "This is new! Dawn's an eating machine!"

Confession Cam:

"I have been defeated in an eating challenge once!" said Dawn. "I couldn't let it happen again. Especially since Bridgette went out of her way to give me a vegetarian dish and keep me in the competition! I had to finish the course! For myself, for my team, and for my friend!"

Back to the Island:

Bridgette sighed at the testicle and shut her eyes as she popped it in her mouth and began to chew. Brick had already pointed out that the buffalo were still alive. And she had done it before. What was that advice her boyfriend Geoff had given her last time she did it . . .?

Flashback:

"It's not that big a deal," said Geoff reassuringly. "Sometimes they castrate bulls for, uh . . . medical reasons!"

Back to the Island:

Bridgette finished off the first of four testicles and picked up a second, feeling a little better. Beside her, Dawn had already started on the crumpet, and was just under a quarter of the way through it.

"Ohhhh, NOW we have a race here!" Chris grinned, rubbing his hands together.

All of a sudden now, the air was filled with yelling coming from both teams, encouraging or demanding their teammate to finish the course.

"COME ON!"

"YOU BETTER NOT LOSE!"

"YOU CAN DO IT DAWN!"

"We MEAN IT BRIDGETTE!"

B whistled.

Noah just shrugged.

Bridgette picked up the third testicle, but this one was even worse than the last two. It was squishy, bruised and very slimy. But nonetheless, she threw it in her mouth anyway. As she chewed, she felt the last two coming back up and thrust back her head to try and keep it in. With a loud "MMMM!", she eventually swallowed back and took a few deep breaths. Okay. One more to go . . .

She picked up the final testicle and opened her mouth . . .

"Finished!"

Dawn raised her empty plate. She looked woozy and tired and had a sickly smile on her face, but it was one of pride nonetheless.

"And Dawn ties it up for the Bison!" Chris shouted. "It's gonna come down to dessert! Which is much more exciting!"

"Well done Dawn," Bridgette whispered, patting her on the back.

Dawn just nodded weakly. "I'm sorry I lost you-"

"No it's okay. I'll be fine. Just . . . try to keep that down," Bridgette said quickly before running off to her team.

"Nice one Bridgette," Scott sneered with a nasty sarcastic tone.

"Sorry."

"I thought you were USED to them," Eva snarled.

"I wasn't USED to them!"

"Now we'll have to see if my sundae wins for us," said Courtney irritably.

"Yeah, but your sundae actually looks edible," Noah pointed out, eyeing the brown stuff that looked like chocolate with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

"Yeah and that's the trick," said Courtney. "It LOOKS nice . . . but when he digs in, he's in for the gross out of his life!"

Eva grabbed Bridgette by her hoodie and pulled her in so close, their noses almost touched off each other.

"You better hope the Bison serve me something easy," she hissed. "Otherwise you're going BOOM in that cannon!"

With that she threw Bridgette to the ground and stomped over to the middle table.

"Okay!" said Zoey. "We have our peppers ready!" She and the other Bison team members looked at Brick who was wiping his brow.

"Hey." Mike put a concerned hand on his shoulder. "You sure you can handle this?"

Brick took a deep breath and suddenly smacked Mike's hand off his shoulder. "Yep! Soldier life . . . I've eaten rotten stuff at base camp . . . I can do this." Puffing out his chest, he clenched his fists and marched over to the table, sitting down next to Eva.

"Alright! Dessert time!" said Chris as Zoey and Courtney placed their team's dishes for the person to eat it. "So Eva will have to eat ALL the sugar peppers while Brick will have to completely down . . ." He suddenly smirked. "Courtney's . . . muddy sundae."

"Shut up Chris!"

"Sorry." Chris snickered. "Had to."

"Oh." Brick picked up a spoon and tapped at the glass. "It's just mud, is it?"

"No Brick!" Duncan shouted. "No, that is NOT mud!"

"Huh." Brick took a closer look at what was in the glass. "Doesn't look too bad . . ."

"And GO! Chow down for the winning point!" Chris shouted.

Eva picked up a pepper from the neat little circle. There were ten of them in total. Without thinking, she threw it in her mouth, crunched it once and swallowed it in one go. Beside her, Brick scooped up a large of spoonful of "sundae" and cream and shoved it in his mouth.

"Oh man." Duncan looked amused and horrified at the same time as Brick looked up, taking in the taste. Beside him, Eva picked up a second pepper when she suddenly paused and dropped it. She brought her hand to her throat and started fanning herself with the other.

"Hot . . . HOT!"

"Ohhhhh." Brick seemed to have finally noticed something about the sundae. "It's savory . . . You tricked me into thinking it was sweet and it's savory." A grin spread across his face. "NICE TRY!" He scooped up another large spoonful and downed it in one go. "And I must say, the cream makes it even better! Really tones down the more unpleasant flavours . . ."

Eva screamed with flames shooting out her mouth.

As Brick grinned and continued through his sundae, everyone stared at him with gaping mouths and widened eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" Courtney yelled.

"Wow . . ." said Trent. "I guess military training really does give you an iron stomach!"

"Yeah because he doesn't know what's in it," muttered Duncan.

"Why, what IS in it?" asked Trent.

Duncan just laughed. "Dude, you don't wanna know!"

Dawn looked up at him. Then her cheeks bulged.

Eva was tearing up, sweating, red faced and wheezing as she picked up a second pepper and dropped it down her throat. Naturally it only made things worse. Smoke began to emerge from her nostrils and ear holes and even her eyes began to blaze.

"Mmm." Brick cheerily scooped up the last spoonful of sundae and swallowed it down. "Done!" he announced, sitting back and patting his stomach.

Hearing this, the other Bison members began to cheer happily, even Duncan. Mike and Zoey hugged each other, Trent whooped, B shook his fist and Dawn threw her hands in the air. Then her cheeks bulged again and she threw up to the ground, making the others stare at her and back away.

"Brick has done it!" shouted Chris. "Brick has won it for the Bison!"

"WHAT?!" Eva screeched.

"Sorry, m'am," said Brick politely. "But a soldier's gotta do what a soldier's gotta-"

Eva screeched again, and then with no warning whatsover, leapt on top of Brick and began to attack him violently. Everyone winced, even Chris and Chef Hatchet as punching and cracking sounds along with Eva's roars and Brick's screams filled the air.

"AHH! HELP! SHE'S ON ME! NO NOT MY EYE! AHHHHH! HELP! HEEEEEELLP! OOHHH-"

Eva's last punch made all the males in the camp cringe.

"That was . . . uncalled for," Chris eventually muttered.

Finally Eva stood up, still red in the face, panting heavily, leaving Brick motionless on the ground, letting out quiet high pitched rasps. She suddenly noticed the way the Anacondas were looking at her: they all looked uncomfortable, leaning away, pretty nervous.

"Hey. I needed something to cool me down! It actually really gets the heat out of ya!"

Confession Cam:

"And I got frustrated," Eva admitted. She giggled uncertainly, flicking glances around her. "I think I may have just turned my entire team against me . . . Again . . . At least Leshawna didn't see that."

X_X_X_X_X_X_X

"Yeeeeah, after that lash out," said Scott. "I think we're all thinking the same. Eva's gotta go."

Back to the Island:

Though she was still paralyzed from the venom, Leshawna had just seen the whole Carolina Reaper incident on a TV in the hospital tent, and she was moaning with amusement. Next thing, Chef Hatchet appeared in a nurse costume, wheeling out Brick who was completely bandaged up from head to toe so that you could only see his eyes- one of which was black. His left arm was in a sling and his neck was in a cast. Leshawna stared at him and would have given him a look if her face wasn't completely frozen. Brick noticed this and tried to make an excuse, though his mouth was completely wrapped up so his voice came out muffled:

"Hmim hkokhay!"

Elimination Ceremony:

"Well well well!" Chris grinned at the five remaining Anacondas sitting in front of him. He noticed that everyone was keeping their distance from Eva who just scowled at them. "Another elimination ceremony!" He raised the tray of marshmallows. "Why don't you say we get this over with? The following players are safe!" One by one, he picked up a marshmallow and thew them to the following campers:

"Scott . . . Noah . . . Courtney! You're all safe!"

The three safe contestants all smiled as they caught their marshmallows, leaving Bridgette and Eva to glance anxiously at the last one.

"Bridgette." Chris tutted. "Bottom two again. When are you gonna learn that befriending campers from the other team never sits well with yours folks? And Eva. yes, those Carolina Reapers were hot. But that's not much of a reason to lash out against someone else. It's entertaining . . . but not right," he said, glaring at her.

Then he raised the final marshmallow and threw away the tray. "And the final marshmallow goes to . . ."

Once again, there was a deathly silence . . .

Eva glared at Bridgette, trying not to growl . . .

Bridgette glanced back at her . . .

Chris swiveled his eye between them . . .

He smirked at the tension . . .

Somewhere in the distance, a buffalo was sobbing . . .

Chris raised the final marshmallow . . .

Bridgette and Eva stared at it in anticipation . . .

Chris prepared to toss it . . .

"Bridgette."

"WHAT?!" Eva screeched as Chris tossed the marshmallow onto a shocked Bridgette's lap. "NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" she roared at her team. "I'M YOUR STRONGEST MEMBER! I AM!"

"Hey there Eva," Chris said cooly. "You might wanna hold your horses."

"WHY?" Eva screamed, running up to him. "GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T TEAR YOU APART RIGHT NOW!"

Chris gulped but somehow managed to stay calm and wiped some spit off his face. "You're not getting blasted!"

"Huh?" Everyone looked surprised, even Eva.

"Yeah," said Chris. "Your temper nearly got you out but on the other hand, it kept you in. BECAUSE . . . Guess who's too injured to continue!"

As if on queue, Chef Hatchet appeared, wheeling Brick over to the campfire. You couldn't see his face, but by the way his eyes were flickering and the way he was screaming muffled screams . . . he did not sound happy.

"MFFFI HHHAM FHOINE! MHFFI HHHAM FHOINE!"

"Yeeeeeeah, no you're not," said Chris as Chef wheeled him towards the giant cannon. "Anyway Eva, you're still in the game. Congratulations," he added a little sarcastically.

"Humph." Eva snorted and sat back down again. Behind her, her campmates backed away a little more, especially Bridgette. "Glad to still be on this TEAM!" she snapped and all the other Anacondas got ready to run.

Chef Hatchet had thrown Brick into the giant cannon while Chris held the remote, ready to push the button.

"Well Brick buddy! You ready to take the Blast of Shame?"

"PPHHHMOOOO! PPHHHMOOOO!"

"No? Awwww." Chris plastered on a fake sympathetic face. "Well TOO BAD!" he laughed and pressed the button.

BOOM!

"PPPHHMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Brick screamed as he was shot out of the island and went flying across the island.

"Yeah, he's been through enough," said Chris before grinning again. "Surely he can handle being fired out a cannon." He looked into the camera, presentable as always. "What surprises will our teams brew up next time?"

He stepped back into the middle of the dock. "Find out next time on Total Drama Spotlight!"

Aaaaaand there's your update! Which is weird because this fic is pretty outdated by now, certain characters have changed recently, and I've grown out of certain ship phases *considers deleting "those" fics*, but don't worry. Most plans will stay the same!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter and I didn't play a Shyamalan with that twist!

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