Total Drama Tweenabet CH 6, PT 2: Terror Tactics, a total drama series fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama. I do however own all 26 campers.

Note: Hey guys, been a while since I updated Tweenabet huh? It was due to a combination of writers block and lots of things going on in real life. I'm currently in Uni and, surprisingly, it's not as busy as I expected it to be. Hopefully I can submit more stuff while I have little to do. Enough talk, on with the chapter!

The residents of Halloween Town would love this challenge…

The twenty one campers were gathered around camper center; Donald was absent due to fleeing in terror from his stalker Daria Davis. Chris grinned at the camera and showed his pearly white teeth.

"And we're back!" Announced Chris.

"Where did we go? We've been silent for about four seconds since you spoke to the camera." Blinked Yoko in confusion.

"It's a slot for a commercial break, you wouldn't understand." Stated Chris. "Anyway, so far the Putrid Pumpkins have one point thanks to Alfie while Donald is off facing his fear and thus far has not faced it. Well, no sense in just waiting around, let's move on to the next fear! Any volunteers from the Putrid Pumpkins?"

There were a few moments of nervous silence before Kelly bravely stepped forward while her expression like she was a prison inmate awaiting execution.

"I may as well get this over with; the longer I prolong it the more scared I will be." Sighed Kelly. "What do I have to do?"

"You mentioned that you are afraid of being hit; so for your challenge you're going to be hit. Simply allow it to happen and you score a point." Stated Chris.

"Who's gonna hit me?" Winced Kelly.

"If Veedle had lasted this long it would be her … but since she's not here we decided to get one of our interns to do it, the one we felt would be most likely to slap some body if it wasn't required." Said Chris before glancing to the side. "Come on out Heather!"

Heather walked out from behind a tree and over to Chris. As she did so she looked over the tweens.

"So these are the new guys? Hmm, there's certainly a lot more variety than last season … not to mention an extra helping of insanity." Noted Heather.

"Hey! I'm not insane!" Frowned Otis. "I'll have you know I am simply crazy!"

Heather just raised an eyebrow as she turned to Chris.

"So, who am I slapping?"

"Me." Said Kelly quietly. "If it's possible could you not use your nails…"

"Chris, you didn't mention I was going to be slapping a ten year old; I thought it was a twelve year old." Stated Heather.

"I would have thought you'd be fine with this." Noted Chris.

"I am; I just would have bought a rough glove if I'd known." Stated Heather. "Ok kid, ready?"

Kelly was silent as she braced herself.

"Nothing too hard." Mumbled Kelly.

SLAP!

"OWWWW!" Screamed Kelly who now had a noticeable red mark on her face and a number of tears forming in her eyes. "Ya'll are a monster! Oh mah stars that hurt! Ah mah gosh that hurts!"

Heather had already left; likely to go back to the intern cabin while the campers looked mostly sympathetic as Kelly rejoined the crowd.

"Are you alright Kelly?" Asked Penta in great concern. "Do you need medical attention?"

"Ah'll be fine; it was just a slap across mah face." Assured Kelly with a wince.

"Err, forgive me if this is a dumb question, but why are you speaking in a southern accent?" Asked Ricky. "I've never heard you speak like that before."

"Well, when I was little I lived down south; I moved to Canada with my family years ago and lost the accent over time, but when I get very angry or very upset it always comes back." Explained Kelly as her accent returned to normal due to her calming down. "Anybody got an ice pack?"

"Right here." Nodded Ivy as she took a bag of ice out of a pocket of her hoodie.

"Not that I'm ungrateful, because I am, but why did you have a bag of ice in your pocket?" Asked Kelly while sighing in mild relief as she put the ice pack against the slap mark.

"I always come prepared." Stated Ivy cheerfully. "It is common knowledge that putting an ice pack to a wound can often help, so I always carry at least one around. Feel free to keep that one."

"Thanks." Smiled Kelly. "So … do I get the point?"

"Indeed you do." Nodded Chris. "Kelly passes her challenge and now the score is two to zero in the Pumpkins favour, but the Goblins can still turn things around. Donald could still face his fear … and while we wait for that let's move onto the next fear! Haha!"

"On one hand going early would get it over with quicker … but going near the end would make the camper in question feel a lot of dread and their failure would be fresh in their teammates memory." Murmured Ricky. "Hey Gilda, who do you think will go next?"

"I'm not sure." Admitted Gilda. "But I wish good luck to whoever it is; they'll need it."

"Too bad we can't face somebody else's fear, it'd make things easier." Sighed Tilly. "After all, I could face something like losing an arm wrestle really easy … but vomit, not so much."

(Confessional: This kind of challenge is more of a staple to TD fics than there being a two team format.)

Tilly: I am not looking forward to facing my fear; I might get vomit dumped on me … that's so gross I can't imagine it … or maybe I just don't want to. (Tilly shudders).

Kelly: Yep, I'm American, though legally I'm a citizen of Canada. Things happened and we moved house. Then again, 'things happen' everyday for everyone really. It was good I faced my fear, but gee … that slap really hurt. Heather is meaner in person than she was on TV last season…

Gilda: I feel bad for Kelly getting hurt, but we need all the points that we can get. Hopefully I can face my fear. I may have been very UTR last episode, but I wasn't lying about my fear, it's my second biggest fear of all. I mean, I was asked 'what am I scared of', not what my worst fear is.

Larry: I have to wonder how Chris is going to make me face my fear of zombies; they aren't real after all. Will he make me watch a zombie movie or something? (Larry pauses and seems to gain an idea). Yeah, I really hope Chris doesn't make me watch a low budget zombie movie; they are so scary and terrifying; good thing this is a confessional and he'll never know.

Ivy was the next person to volunteer face her fear; she looked quite nervous and was absent mindedly fiddling with her glasses.

"Ok Ivy, you can do this. Just face your fear and you have a date with Ub to look forward to." Whispered Ivy to herself. "If you chicken out you'll impress no boys and might get voted off."

"You can do it Ivy!" Cheered Edith. "Be brave!"

"Thanks Edith." Murmured Ivy. "Ok Chris, what do I have to do?"

"Well, you said that your worst fear is public humiliation. Personally I think it's a good fear; losing all popularity and fame in one go … terrifying." Shivered Chris. "Anyway, you mentioned three main examples of what you most fear in the context of your phobia. Now, we can't rip off your pants since that'd be way too controversial, and reading your diary would provoke a lot of angry emails and it might have disturbing stuff in it … so, that only leaves one option."

Ivy was silent for a moment before gasping.

"You mean I have to … kiss a girl." Gulped Ivy.

"Well, you don't have to, but if you don't then your team might lose and vote you off." Stated Chris.

Ivy was silent for a moment.

"So … who would I be kissing if I choose to do this?" Asked Ivy nervously.

"Since she's your 'BFF', it'd be Edith." Stated Chris.

"What? I didn't agree to that!" Exclaimed Edith.

"It's in the invisible print of your contract." Stated Chris. "If Ivy chooses to do it and you don't let her the point doesn't count."

"… Fine, but only if Ivy agrees … gee, I'm gonna be a laughing stock." Groaned Edith. "Can everyone else look away?"

"What? And miss the show?" Chuckled Alfie.

"Tact." Muttered Penta.

"Don't mind me, I can't see you anyway." Stated Ub.

Ivy was silent for a moment before she sighed in resignation.

"Fine … but only one kiss." Said Ivy with as much enthusiasm as Squidward on a typical day.

"That's all it takes." Shrugged Chris.

Ivy approached Edith and gulped.

"Sorry Edith." Whispered Ivy.

"It's alright, it's for the team." Sighed Edith. "Make it quick."

Ivy was silent as she psyched herself up for a few moments before she leaned in and gently kissed Edith for a few seconds. She then withdrew looking quite embarrassed.

"Did I get the point?" Asked Ivy.

"You sure did; you score the Goblins their first point!" Announced Chris. "Though you could have kissed Edith on the cheek; I never said it had to be on the lips."

"Who's complaining?" Grinned Alfie.

"Several moral guardians most likely." Said Zanna while texting on her phone.

"They complain about everything; all it proves is they are intolerant." Shrugged Otis. "TV is funnier when anything goes; it's why people sign up for cable."

Edith and Ivy rejoined the crowd, both looking embarrassed (which was very noticeable on Edith due to her very pale skin). Ivy looked confused about something.

"You ok Ivy?" Asked Edith.

"Surprisingly I am." Nodded Ivy. "… So, nearly time for my date!"

"I prepared a nice picnic for you and Ub earlier, so hopefully you'll have a good time." Smiled Edith.

"I'm sure I will." Agreed Ivy.

(Confessional: A new problem presents itself…)

Alfie: Woohoo! Best mini challenge ever! Only a true man could appreciate the beauty that just happened!

Ub: Since Ivy is done with her challenge, I think I'll do my challenge next. That way we can start the date as soon as possible. Still, I'm not sure if I can face my fear…

Otis: Moral guardians … it's just a fancy title for 'intolerant bigots who don't want to admit their prejudices'. If they have to ban something, why not ban school? Honestly, the boredom is practically criminal.

Ivy: I don't get it. I thought the kiss would be like poison … but … I actually kinda, sorta, really liked it. Edith has very soft lips. Why do I feel like this? (Ivy is silent for a moment before shrugging). Probably just a normal human reaction to kissing; I'm sure that, if I kiss Ub, it'll be at least six times better.

Chris led the campers over to a set of mattresses that had been set up on the ground. A helicopter was parked nearby with Chef Hatchet at the driver's seat.

"Ok Ub, the next challenge is for you." Stated Chris. "Now, you mentioned you're scared of falling, so I tried to think of a way to do it that wouldn't involve repeating the thousand foot cliff dive since that'd be cliché."

"Don't tell me it's more than a thousand feet." Groaned Ub.

"Nope; you're going to ride up in a helicopter and then jump out and hopefully land on some mattresses." Chuckled Chris. "You don't need to land safely; simply jumping is enough to score the point."

"And … if I miss?" Asked Ub uncertainly.

"I'll throw in a free tombstone." Offered Chris.

"Not funny Chris!" Frowned Ivy.

"Yeah, joking about death is not cool at all." Agreed Gilda. "It's one of the worst things people can do that isn't a crime."

"That and trying to switch the votes for class president." Added Quadesh before scowling. "Along with voting off the only friend I ever had!"

Quadesh's outburst caught everyone by surprise though she said nothing further; she just glared down at the ground.

"So Ub, are you going to do it?" Asked Chris.

"… Sorry, but I can't do it; the risk of causing myself injury is too much." Stated Ub.

"Very well then, Ub fails the challenge." Shrugged Chris. "Time to move onto the next challenge."

The tweens started to follow Chris; as they did Quadesh walked up beside Ub.

"Watch your back Ub; you got Mist out by using Harvey as a vote extension and you're on my list." Warned Quadesh.

"It was strategy." Stated Ub.

"Yeah, so? Targeting my first ever friend to scare me into joining you? Pfft! I offered you an alliance on the first day; if you'd joined me then we could have avoided this. Like I said, watch your back … and maybe wear some armour, I throw a hard punch." Scowled Quadesh.

Quadesh walked on ahead looking both bitter and upset while Ub sighed.

"Should I feel guilty? … No. Quadesh is overreacting; she clearly doesn't have the emotional maturity for this contest." Stated Ub quietly. "Still, with me and Ivy done maybe we can have that date. Hey Ivy, you there?"

"Right here!" Nodded Ivy as she walked up beside Ub. "You ok? Quadesh looked mad at you."

"Oh, she was just being … well, a bit testy. Quadesh likes having power and was picking on me a bit. You know; the classic bully and nerd scenario." Stated Ub.

"What did she say?" Asked Ivy.

"Well, she just threatened me a bit. Stuff like personal insults such as mocking my condition as well as wanting to break my left pinkie finger." Lied Ub.

"That fireball!" Frowned Ivy. "Should I have a firm word with her?"

"Yes, but maybe later. Right now we have a date to go on." Smiled Ub. "Lead the way … and could you hold my hand? That way I won't lag behind."

"Sure!" Giggled Ivy as she joined hands with Ub. "Edith told me where the date will be; there's a blanket and a picnic basket waiting for us. Hope you like chocolate spread sandwiches."

"Never tried them before but they sound nice." Stated Ub.

(Confessional: Liar, liar, plants for hire!)

Quadesh: I'm really trying to keep calm today, but Ub played a big part in Mist's elimination yesterday, so I want him to feel as bad as I currently do. It feels like I have a big ache in my tummy; is this what missing somebody feels like? Well, Mist gave me her lucky beret … maybe I should wear it for good luck? (Quadesh roots around in her pockets and takes out the beret and puts in on). How do I look?

Alfie: You know, Ub has a lot of nerve throwing me out of the alliance for being 'useless' yet he screwed up his challenge. Does he not realise that getting hurt and living is pure manliness?

Penta: I don't blame Ub for not doing his challenge. To be honest, I'm not sure if I can do mine…

Ivy: This is gonna be awesome! Soon I'll be back to normal; heck, maybe Ub and I could go on another date if it all goes well. Though I'd like to be there for when Edith has to face her fear; I think she'll need the support. And if we lose … well, hopefully we'll be safe.

Ub: Admittedly I feel kinda bad for lying to Ivy since I have to go on a date with her, but it is just a game and I must make use of whatever assets I have. I like to think I understand people more than Quadesh; it's not about making them submit through aggression, it's about buttering them up and herding them like sheep … and then shearing them at the right time. I am a genius after all … that's not arrogance, I took an IQ test and scored a hundred and eighty seven. And hey, between me and Quadesh, who will Ivy believe?

Donald was running through the woods without stopping; he knew that if Daria Davis caught up to him he'd likely end up … well, Donald didn't want to think about it. The whole birds and bees thing was still a little weird and creepy to him. Donald leapt over a log and almost tripped but managed to keep going. Fear was a very good motivator.

"Now I realise why so many people hate Pepe Le Pew … it's terrifying to have somebody like him chasing after you!" Wailed Donald as he looked around for a hiding place. "Maybe I could hide in a cave? Or in a river? Or … no, I can't hide; she'll find me regardless! Somebody help me!"

"Heeeey, Donald!" Giggled Daria loudly and creepily from somewhere nearby.

"This feels like Slender in real life, except if I'm caught it'll be much worth than getting a game over." Whimpered Donald in panic. "Why did I leave my tranquiliser gun back at camp?!"

"I've been practising kissing on my life sized blow-up doll of you!" Giggled Daria creepily from somewhere in the vicinity. "I love a man who plays hard to get!"

"Would my contract prevent me from pressing charges against Chris?" Asked Donald to himself. "Probably … HEEEEEEEELLLLP!"

Donald tried to speed up while ignoring how tired he was; he then tripped over rock and fell flat on his face.

"Ow!" Groaned Donald as he tried to pick himself back up before he was grabbed and pressed against a tree. "... #bleep# ..."

Daria Davis had caught him now and looked like she was ready to do all kinds of things to him. Donald tried to struggle but Daria was holding his arms too hard and was pressing him against the tree with enough force to prevent an escape.

"Hey Donald; you're looking very sexy, even more than usual. That breaks at least three of the laws of physics, but I'll take it." Giggled Daria. "So, ready for some sugar? We can start slow, but that shirt has to go … to the ground to be precise. Heehee!"

Donald had gone pale in pure terror. He could practically see his life flashing before his eyes and regretted he hadn't been able to figure out the secret recipe of cola like he had vowed to. There was nothing he could do now; he was screwed.

Unless…

"Ok Daria, you win; I guess I shouldn't have run from your affections when it's what is best for me." Lied Donald.

"I'm glad you see it my way Donald." Giggled Daria. "I know a good place we can live and we have the money to bring up at least seven kids; we could name one of them Murray if you want?"

"Sounds good. But, before that, how about we make it official and kiss?" Offered Donald while hoping his plan would work.

"Sounds good!" Giggled Daria as she swooned and loosened her grip on Donald's arms a bit.

This was what Donald had counted on and hoped for; in a swift motion he uppercut Daria and hit her to the ground. He then dashed off as fast as he could whilst praying he had incapitated Daria for at least a little while.

"That has either saved me … or made things a lot worse." Murmured Donald. "I did always have a knack for talking my way out of trouble."

(Confessional: Run Donald run! Run faster than Forrest Gump!)

Donald: Ok, I admit that hitting girl is wrong. However, I must point out that the law does clearly state that if you are in danger of harm from somebody else then you are allowed to use reasonable force … and that was totally reasonable! She was gonna assault me with her lips! (Donald shudders). How am I supposed to pass this challenge? If I keep running she'll get me and if I face her and say I don't like her she'll kill me … or worse!

Daria: That wasn't nice of Donald; he's playing a little bit too hard to get. Good thing I can track his scent! (Daria takes out what looks like a pair of green boxer shorts and sniffs them). Aha! The chase resumes! (Daria bolts out of the confessional on all fours like a tracker dog.)

The campers were soon gathered back to camp center. Chris held an envelope in his hand and looked surprisingly sombre and sad.

"Campers … I have some bad news." Said Chris gravely. "One of you has, well, lost something important shall we say. And … it's my job to tell you about it."

"Oh my goodness. Did somebody die?" Asked Betilla quietly.

"There's no easy way to say this but … Xadrian, your dad has passed away from an illness. The doctors could do nothing. I'm sorry." Said Chris sombrely. "Would you … like to read his last letter?"

There was a horrified silence as everyone turned to Xadrian. The trailer park boy had gone very pale almost as pale as Edith was all the time, and was starting to tremble.

"Xadrian … are you ok?" Asked Penta quietly.

"Dude, are you alright?" Asked Larry gently.

There was a moment of silence before Xadrian burst into tears, real tears of pure misery and despair. He dropped to his knees and howled in sadness and grief while punching the ground in morose sombre tragedy.

"Pappy! No! No! D'n't leave me! Ah can't go on by mahself!" Wailed Xadrian. "First mah mama, now mah pappy? Why … why d's life hate me?"

With that Xadrian broke down completely and sobbed like a little lost child. As this happened everyone was silent in horror.

"I never thought I'd say it … but I feel bad for Xadrian." Murmured Betilla.

"I think we all do." Whispered Edith with a sniffle.

Chris walked up to Xadrian and offered him the envelope.

"Want to read your pappy's final letter?" Asked Chris.

"Sure … ah might as w'll." Nodded Xadrian weakly as he opened the letter and looked at it.

Silence.

On the letter was a picture of an internet 'troll-face'.

"Haha! Gotcha Xadrian! Your pappy is fine and you win your team a much needed point. Good job!" Laughed Chris in a congratulatory sort of way.

Xadrian was silent and looked thunderstruck and was started to shake in rage.

"Err, dude? You ok bra?" Asked Chris.

"Guys, I think we should stand back." Suggested Charles.

"Can I hold you?" Asked Zanna.

"Only if I can hold you." Replied Charles to which Zanna nodded as they held each other for support.

"You monst'r!" Roared Xadrian as he punched Chris to the ground and stomped on his gut. "H'w c'd ya possibly joke 'bout somethin' th't serious? You s'ck f'ck!"

Xadrian gave Chris a dirty look and stormed off looking very angry while everyone else was silent for a moment.

"Dude, that was not funny." Frowned Larry darkly. "You totally earnt that punch. My Grandpa sometimes says 'you reap what you sow' and he's right."

"Ok! Sorry! It won't happen again, I swear!" In fact, I feel very guilty now! Honest!" Whimpered Chris as he got back to his feet. "Anyway, Xadrian wins his challenge and the current score is two for the goblins and two for the pumpkins, so it's still anyone's game! Onto the next challenge!"

"… I find it disturbing how quickly he can change moods." Noted Harvey.

"I agree." Nodded Tilly. "But it's something every host must now how to do; and he was an actor once."

"Probably a Z list actor." Giggled Zanna before frowning. "Gee, that was so mean of Chris."

(Confessional: Italics for emphasis!)

Xadrian: Ah th'nk that w's j'st plain vile. Sure, it w's a chall'nge. But it w's so cruel and went too far. For a m'ment thar … ah f'lt like mah life h'd l'st all its meanin' and value.

Ricky: I wish I knew what Chris is scared of; it'd be nice to turn the tables on him. But one way or the other I'm gonna have to face my fear of snakes … I hope I don't have to go into a bath of them…

Gilda: That was so mean of Chris! Animal abuser or not Xadrian didn't deserve that. But we've got another point, so hopefully we can avoid elimination. The only vote on my side is Betilla. Here's hoping things all work out.

Yoko: I have a feeling Donald might be in danger; Chris hasn't reported him winning his challenge yet, so he might still be running from the crazy girl. I'm gonna go next for my team and once I'm done with it I'll hopefully be able to help him.

Betilla: Ok, I may not like Xadrian for reasons I don't need to repeat … but even I felt Chris went too far there. Leave Xadrian's pappy out of it, ok? Oooo mouldy marrows, now I'm worried about what my challenge will be like!

Tilly's challenge was the next one on the list; she hadn't volunteered to go next, Chris had just called her forward. As Chris smirked to himself Chef Hatchet walked forwards holding a covered barrel.

"Chris, this is disgusting." Stated Chef flatly.

"Yes … yes it is." Nodded Chris. "Ok Tilly, your challenge is a really simple one."

"I somehow doubt that." Frowned Tilly.

"Oh, but it is. All you have to let us do is pour the contents of this barrel over your head which will flow over the rest of you." Stated Chris.

"And … what's in the barrel?" Asked Tilly nervously.

Chris smirked as he took the cover off the barrel revealing that it was filled to the brim with puke.

"Fresh puke collected from the end of last year's brunch of disgustingness." Chuckled Chris. "And it's all for you."

Tilly looked physically sick just by looking at the gross puke in the barrel.

"So, what's it gonna be Tilly? Get slimed by puke? Or stay clean and cost your team a point?" Asked Chris. "Quite a predicament huh?"

Tilly was silent as she considered her options; after a few moments of thought she shook her head.

"Sorry, I can't do it." Said Tilly as she rejoined the crowd. "No sane person would allow that to be done to them."

"It's ok Tilly; puke is disgusting, we're not mad." Assured Ricky. "Right guys?"

"Agreed; vomit is so gross." Agreed Penta with a gag.

"Even as a neutral person I can agree that it would have been way too gross to be justified." Nodded Ned. "I bet more people will refuse to do their fears as well."

"Like me; if I have a to eat a blowfish I'd refuse in an instant." Stated Sampson.

"I thought you ate anything, including poison and bricks." Blinked Otis.

"… I allow for common sense. I know what sorts of things do not pass through my intestines and what could kill me. I'm not exactly craving the Grim Reaper's autograph you know." Said Sampson flatly.

"I'd love to get his autograph; he's such a busy guy with a lot of work to do, yet he never complains about it." Said Otis airily. "Such an admirable enjoyment of his job."

"If only I could enjoy work like that." Frowned Sampson dryly.

"Yeah, if only." Said Otis with a thoughtful look.

(Confessional: The Grim Reaper doesn't even get Christmas off work…)

Sampson: I may be safe no matter what happens, but I'm not gonna do my challenge; eating blowfish is a bad idea. I should have said I was scared of pizza. Well, at least I'll be here tomorrow regardless of the outcome.

Tilly: Can you blame me for refusing to do it? That was muy disgusting! But now I might be a target; I'll just have to try and move the target to somebody else, that or hope somebody royally screws up on their own. Man, how will I outshine my brothers with a performance like that?

Otis: Ok, looks like ol' Sammy-boy is faking his fake twist after all, double negative or not. I mean, he says he likes to insult us yet he says he 'hates his job'; it doesn't fit so we must acquit or something. But should I tell him? Tilly and Sampson could clear the road for me … eh; I always liked doing things the hard way. … I wonder what's for dinner…

Quadesh: Tilly may be my ally, but if her team is losing then it's good for me. I just want to win immunity once … and she's not made any enemies while I have. I tend to be quite abrasive. If she loses then hopefully she'll vote for Ub. If I lose … I don't even know. I wish daddy was here, I could use one of his 'super hugs' right about now…

Chef Hatchet: Guess I collected all that vomit for nothing … curses!

"I'm next!" Announced Yoko as she stepped forward. "I bet it'll be scary, but I'm gonna do it."

"Looks like we have a volunteer!" Announced Chris. "Ok then Yoko; you said that you are scared of thunder … any particular reason?"

"Well, thunder means storms and I nearly got really hurt because of a storm once. Plus, it's so loud and I don't do well with really loud noises." Admitted Yoko. "So, what do I have to do?"

"You just have to wear this." Stated Chris as he passed Yoko a hat with a large pair of earmuffs attached to it.

"What does it do?" Asked Yoko.

"It makes the sound of thunder; all you have to do is wear it for one minute and you get a point." Explained Chris.

"You can do it Yoko!" Said Ned encouragingly. "It's not real thunder; just a fake imitation of it."

"Exactly, you've got nothing to fear." Agreed Larry. "And we need the points; nobody wants to lose this early, least of all me."

Yoko was silent for a moment before nodding.

"Well, when you put it that way, challenge accepted." Said Yoko with a polite bow.

Chris handed Yoko the thunder hat which she put on. Instantly she jumped in surprise due to the loud thunder sounds starting to be played. Yoko started to shiver a bit since they were quite loud.

"Yoko! They aren't real; there's no thunder actually there!" Assured Harvey. "Just think happy thoughts, like cake!"

A few people gave Harvey a confused glance.

"What? Cake is awesome." Shrugged Harvey. "Just trying to be supportive; if we help each other out and give encouragement we stand more chance at winning."

"Harvey makes a good point." Agreed Ned. "Though we should cheer for everyone equally or it would be unfair; favouritism is definitely an unkind reality of civilisation and history."

"Life is unfair." Said Quadesh simply. "You can only screw the rules if you make them, hence why politicians live the good life."

"Or if you have money." Added Larry. "And with half a million I'll screw a ton of rules."

"… That sounded kinda dirty." Said Ned matter-of-factly.

"Eh, you know what I mean." Shrugged Larry.

At that moment Chris reached over to Yoko and took the thunder hat off her head.

"Ok Yoko, you pass your challenge and up the score to three to two in the goblins favour." Announced Chris.

"Woohoo! Great job Yoko!" Cheered Harvey.

"You're welcome." Nodded Yoko. "Hey Chris, is it alright if I go into the woods for a while?"

"Sure. You gonna look for an idol or something?" Asked Chris.

"Nope; I'm gonna make sure Donald is ok. That creepy girl looked really scary and dangerous." Murmured Yoko before she dashed off into the woods. "See you guys later!"

"… Yep, she's doomed." Noted Sampson. "If she gets between that crazy girl and Donald she'll probably leave the island in a wheelchair … she has my sympathy."

(Confessional: Thunder blunder!)

Yoko: Ookie! I did it! My grandmaster will be proud! Now, hopefully I can find Donald before the crazy girl does; good thing I know how to track things … hopefully Donald didn't cover up his tracks … then again, why would he do that?

Larry: I'm hoping my challenge will arrive soon, may as well get it over with. I hope I don't have to watch an awfully made and cheap zombie movie; the terrible special effects are horrifying.

Charles: Looks like we're losing … guess I'll have to try and face my fear, but believe me, it's not easy to face your worst phobia head on. If only I had lied about my fear … curse my inability to lie to people! Sure, I have kinda lied when it comes to me and Ricky, but technically I haven't lied since nobody specifically asked us if we know each other outside the game.

A short while later the tweens were led to the beach; a circular platform had been set up that looked like a sort of sumo ring. There were two wooden platforms leading up to it from the left and right and standing by each respective platform was Bridgette and Courtney.

"Ok everyone, I'd like to talk about a classic game that has been played for many generations. Now, in days of old a castle always protected his castle; if it was under attack he'd keep it safe, if he needed to retreat from revolting peasants he'd hide in it, and if it was a cold winter he'd stay inside for warmth. Threaten a king's castle and you could feel the wrath of the knights … but sometimes the invaders won." Monologue Chris. "Come on up to the platform center Gilda, this challenge is for you."

Gilda gulped as she approached the platform and climbed onto it. She then approached the center of the platform as Chris had instructed her to.

"Now, you say you're afraid of playing King of the Castle. Not the most unusual fear, but you're not the most usual girl." Shrugged Chris.

"Thanks Chris." Smiled Gilda.

"… Anyway, to score a point for your team you need to survive a whole minute on the platform; if you get knocked off at any point, either by the invaders or due to your own clumsiness then you lose." Stated Chris. "As you can see, past contestants Courtney and Bridgette are going to attempt to evict you from your castle."

"I warn you now Gilda, I'm very athletic and I've had martial arts training." Smirked Courtney. "Just another thing a C.I.T is trained in."

"What isn't a C.I.T trained in?" Blinked Gilda.

"Handling a shotgun and accepting failure." Stated Courtney.

"Makes sense … sorta." Mused Gilda. "Hey Bridgette, how's it going?"

"Oh, pretty good actually. Wawanakwa is a lot more enjoyable now that I'm not a contestant; the intern hotel is really sweet." Smiled Bridgette.

"Hey! Save the pleasantries for after the mini challenge; you're invaders trying to kill the king!" Exclaimed Chris.

"Have a cow." Muttered Bridgette.

"Ok, we've got the challenge set up and the invaders ready to invade. Only one question remains. Gilda, will you step up to defend your castle and face your fear?" Asked Chris.

Gilda was silent for a moment.

"I can't let my team down, so I will try my best to succeed." Decided Gilda.

"Very well then; let's get it on!" Announced Chris as he sounded an airhorn.

(Confessional: Shouldn't it be 'Queen of the Castle' since Gilda is a girl?

Penta: You know, if there was a challenge like this, such as sumo, I think I'd do pretty good at it. I've got pretty good upper body strength and I know some non-lethal fighting techniques.

Betilla: I hope Gilda will be alright; she's up against two girls older than her, one of which is often angry and is naturally strong. Still, cool to see Bridgette; I love her ponytail! It kinda looks like a banana and I love bananas!

Gilda: Ok, it may have been seriously scary for me … but while Chris was sounding his airhorn I came up with an idea. All I can say is … good thing I watched Spin Doctor's trail run in Heat E of series two of robot wars! Plus, those ballet lessons for that play I once did also helped.

Courtney and Bridgette charged up their ramps (Bridgette stumbling a little as she did so) to start their attempt to get Gilda off the platform. Gilda responded by started to spin on the spot on one leg; in a matter of seconds she was spinning around like a miniature tornado, like an ice skater to a degree. Courtney and Bridgette both stopped running at Gilda and looked uncertain.

"How are we supposed to get her off when she's spinning like that?" Asked Bridgette.

"Chris! Gilda is cheating; it's against the rules to spin around to deflect assaults!" Exclaimed Courtney.

Chris thought to himself for a moment.

"Eh, I'll allow it. Never said she couldn't and it's too late now. You might want to continue your castle assault; time is ticking! Haha!" Chuckled Chris.

Courtney growled while Bridgette tried to figure out how to stop Gilda from spinning; the tween hadn't moved away from the center of the platform at all.

"Think fast!" Yelled Bridgette as she charged forwards at Gilda.

Gilda's response was to keep spinning which knocked Bridgette back towards the edge of the platform where she fell off backwards onto the sand.

"And Bridgette is gone! Now Gilda just has Courtney to contend with and there are just twenty seconds left on the clock!" Announced Chris.

Courtney let out a battle cry as she charged at Gilda elbow first in an attempt to break through her spinning shield. This seemed to work since Gilda was sent from the center of the platform towards the edge of it where she began staggering in extreme dizziness.

"Ooo; it feels like I'm on stormy water." Groaned Gilda with crossed eyes while coming closer to the edge.

"Time to finish this!" Grinned Courtney as she charged at Gilda.

Courtney did indeed finish it … only not in quite the way she wanted.

Gilda, due to being dizzy, had been staggering and swaying. At the exact moment Courtney had charged at her she had staggered to the side and Courtney had ran right off the platform due to going too fast to stop in time. Courtney hit the sand with a thus as Gilda started to lose her dizziness.

"And Gilda wins her challenge and scores the Putrid Pumpkins another point! The score is now three all!" Announced Chris. "Onto the next challenge!"

"Dammit!" Cursed Courtney.

"Great job Gilda! Where did you learn to spin like that?" Asked Ricky as he gently helped Gilda off the platform.

"Ballet. You'd be surprised how many extra skills you can gain when you take acting as seriously as I do." Replied Gilda.

"Well good thing you learnt how to do that; otherwise we'd still be behind in points. Hopefully I can face my fear of snakes just as easily; I don't want to make myself a target if we lose." Said Ricky while nervously wringing his hands.

"Just try your best. There's probably somebody else who would be a more deserving boot anyway." Assured Gilda.

"Exactly." Agreed Alfie as he walked by. "I know some good candidates."

"Such as?" Asked Ricky.

"I'll tell you if we lose." Stated Alfie.

(Confessional: Gilda beat those dirty rascals!)

Gilda: The downside to prolonged spinning is the dizziness and sickliness that result from it. But I scored us a point, so that's something. Ooo my head…

Ricky: Gilda may have nothing consistent about her, but you can't deny she has some talents. Maybe I should start using my engineering skill so the others will keep me around?

Alfie: Long story short, Ub needs to go. He's a mean meanie and he's bad at challenges. Plus, he is so unmanly he's in the negatives in manliness points.

The next challenge was soon set up; a dining table with candles and a fancy table cloth had been put up in camp. On the table was a fancy plate with a piece of well cooked meat on it. Chef Hatchet was nearby dressed as a waitress which grossed out several of the campers.

"Dude! Not cool!" Gagged Alfie.

"My virgin eyes!" Wailed Penta as she covered her eyes.

"At least he's wearing cloths." Stated Quadesh.

Everyone mutually agreed this was a good point.

"I don't get paid enough for this." Muttered Chef Hatchet.

"Ok campers; our next fear involves a poisonous creature of the sea and." Began Chris before being interrupted.

"I'm not doing it." Stated Sampson.

"You don't know it's your challenge." Said Chris with a frown.

"It's a piece of meat and you mentioned a poisonous sea creature; it matches up with my fear. Like I said, I'm not doing it." Stated Sampson again.

"Let me finish before you chicken out." Frowned Chris. "Anyway, to face your fear all you have to do is eat the piece of the blowfish on the plate. Do that and you score a point."

"… Yeah, I'm not doing it. I saw what happened to Trent last season." Stated Sampson simply.

"Dude, it's just a piece of fish; I doubt Chris would risk it being poisonous since a death would get him arrested. Just take a bite lazy bones!" Frowned Quadesh.

"He's already said no Quadesh; guess we'll have to move onto the next challenge." Stated Chris. "Waste of fish though. Eh, guess I'll give it to Owen."

"I wish we could vote that prick off." Muttered Quadesh.

"I seriously agree." Scowled Larry.

"Ah agree too." Added Xadrian. "We c'da used an'th'r point."

(Confessional: There are SO many jokes to be made about a blowfish … but sadly this story is rated T.)

Sampson: Screw the rules, I make them. And really, even if I didn't have my safety net I'd have still refused to do it. I'd rather not risk getting poisoned. I wonder who I should vote for if we lose…

Charles: On one hand I feel bad for the opposing team having to have Sampson … but on the other hand it makes things easier for my team.

Joanne: I've decided to change up my strategy a bit for today; I've been keeping quiet so I can observe my opponents and see how they react to different things. The bravest of them should be taken out first logically speaking. Plus, if nobodies paying attention to me my mistakes won't be given any notice at all. My book states that being too obvious about strategy is a bad idea that leads to being a pre merge boot.

Edith: My challenge is gonna be coming soon … I don't think I can do it…

A covered cage had been wheeled up by Chef Hatchet who had a grin on his face for some reason.

"Ok Otis, you're up!" Announce d Chris.

"What do I have to do Chrissy?" Asked Otis.

Chris frowned at the nickname and continued.

"You mentioned that you are scared of dinosaurs. Well, thanks to ground breaking technology originally developed for NASA we've been able to bring one here today!" Exclaimed Chris. "Say hello to Rex!"

Chef Hatchet yanked the cover off the cage and revealed a Tyrannosaurus Rex was inside the cage. Otis immediately went ridged and gulped while everyone else quickly stepped back.

"Err … is it dangerous?" Asked Otis uncertainly. "I mean, I like danger and all, but this seems a tad too much."

"You signed the contract." Shrugged Chris. "Anyway, your challenge is easy; just walk right up to the cage and you get the point."

"But it could slash me with its claws!" Exclaimed Otis.

"No guarantee it will." Shrugged Chris.

"Come on Otis, are you chicken or something? I thought you were manly!" Exclaimed Alfie. "Dino's were extinct once, you can make them extinct again!"

Otis was silent for a moment before he started to walk towards the cage.

"Otis, it's too dangerous!" Exclaimed Kelly. "Don't do it!"

"Sorry Kelly, but I cannot let the fans down." Said Otis. "Besides, I've always wondered what dinosaur skin feels like … I'd imagine bumpy and rough like a turtle."

Otis walked up to the cage and looked at the dinosaur. It looked back down at him.

"And Otis gets the point!" Announced Chris.

At that moment the T-Rex slashed Otis across the chest with its claws. Several of the campers screamed in horror and Betilla fainted. Otis however laughed and walked away from the cage looking totally unharmed.

"Good one Chris! A hologram? Why did I not guess that?" Laughed Otis. "Man, you got me good! Obviously it wasn't real; dinosaurs died many years ago! Doy!"

"Darn shame; it would have been a scientific breakthrough if it was real." Sighed Charles.

"Don't worry Charles, lots of cool things aren't real, like the weapons in Ratchet and Clank." Assured Zanna.

"Hopefully they will be one day." Smiled Charles.

"Onto the next fear!" Declared Chris.

(Confessional: How many of you thought Otis was actually hurt?)

Otis: Well that went well huh? It's good to be scared once in a while, it keeps you functioning properly. At this rate we might win, but if not I'll have to think of who I'd vote for. The jury is still out on it at the moment … and by jury I mean that I haven't put any thought into it yet.

Betilla: … That was terrifying, and it wasn't even my challenge…

Kelly: … You know, in hindsight my challenge is starting to feel tame compared to a lot of the others…

A birdcage containing a rather big vulture had been bought over by Chef Hatchet; the vulture looked crabby and miffed at being put into the cage. Chef Hatchet placed it down onto a stool as Chris chuckled to himself.

"Vultures are indeed a magnificent bird; if I was an animal I'd be a vulture." Mused Chris.

"Because ya have a rath'r foul reputation an' are g'nna l'k like one in'na few years?" Guessed Xadrian.

"Shut it!" Frowned Chris. "Anyway, this is Harvey's challenge, so come on up Harvey!"

Harvey hesitantly walked up to Chris, tripping over as he did so, and glanced nervously at the vulture in the cage.

"Ok Harvey; to face your fear of vultures you have to reach into the cage and stroke the vulture for twenty seconds. If you can accomplish this you will earn your team a much needed point." Instructed Chris. "Think you can handle that?"

"Err … well … this is really rather sudden." Murmured Harvey. "I'm kinda, you know, not good with being put on the spot … especially if vultures are involved…"

Harvey was very conflict; on one hand he could try to do the challenge and thus win a point and possibly impress Tilly … then again, he might end up losing a finger if he did the challenge and he might not succeed at it. After a few moments of thinking Harvey sighed in defeat.

"Sorry guys, I can't do it." Said Harvey apologetically. "It's just too much."

"Whatever you say Harvey, not me who's in risk of getting voted out." Shrugged Chris.

"We can still turn things around." Said Zanna confidently.

"Exactly, not everyone has done their challenge yet." Nodded Larry.

"We'll soon see about that." Chuckled Chris. "As of right now, the score is four to three in the Putrid Pumpkins favour. Can the Goblins make a comeback? Not likely; in RPG's Goblins are just walking chunks of experience points!"

"Plus they aren't very manly." Added Alfie.

"Let's not get overconfident; anything could happen." Cautioned Penta. "I mean, I'm not feeling very confident about facing my own fear…"

"And you're manly to admit to that, even if fear is not manly at all." Nodded Alfie. "But no worries, stick close to me and my manliness will run off on you, I'm just that manly."

"He has an ego bigger than the size of Russia, and that's saying something." Said Ned quietly.

"I agree." Nodded Zanna.

(Confessional: It's a big battle of Green VS Orange and Meat VS Fruit … and Unreal VS Real!)

Zanna: My challenge is gonna be a really hard one … having my phone damaged. It has so many precious memories on it in photo form and it's my most prized possession. I'm gonna have to be brave, just like I had to be when I had to get that flu shot.

Alfie: We're winning, and it's all thanks to me! If I hadn't epically won my challenge then we'd be tied and nobody likes ties since they are very unmanly in terms of fashion. Oh yeah! Woo!

Harvey: Well, at least I tried … tried to summon my courage that is. Hopefully things will turn out ok.

Gilda: I don't think it was very ethical to put that vulture in the cage … I wonder what Betilla thinks of that…

Betilla: How DARE Chris put that innocent defenceless vulture in a cage! Has he no shame?! Meanie!

Ivy and Ub were together in the forest a short walk from camp; currently they were sitting on a blanket and talking to each other due to having finished off the food in the picnic basket.

"So, you dyed your hair blue." Noted Ub. "I may not know what blue looks like, but I know it's not a natural hair colour."

"It isn't." Nodded Ivy. "But I did it to show the world how much I love cold things … along with the fact blue is my favourite colour. Though I'm not the only one here with dyed hair; Betilla's hair is various shades of green, Larry had blue hair and a green Mohawk, Otis has some red streaks and Tilly has a bit of pink on her pigtails."

"Sounds like a lot of colours; too bad I don't know what any of them look like. Well, no point in pining for what you can't have I guess." Sighed Ub. "So, why did you audition for the show?"

"To meet boys." Replied Ivy. "The prize would be great, but finding my soul mate is my main goal."

"I see." Nodded Ub. "So, what do you look for in a boy?"

"Somebody sweet, kind, funny and attractive." Replied Ivy. "You know, the usual perfect boyfriend fantasy … though I bet I'll meet Mr Right when I least expect it; I might have already met him on the island, maybe it's you."

"Possibly." Smiled Ub. "I like my girls to be funny, sweet and outgoing; you fit that description very well. Though some other girls too, but I think you sound the best of them. However, I must be honest, I'd rather win the prize then get a girlfriend."

"Why not have both?" Suggested Ivy. "You can have your cake and eat it too."

"True, true." Agreed Ub. "So, how are you enjoying the date thus far? I'm hoping it's too your liking."

As Ub said this he felt around for Ivy's hand; upon finding it he gave it a gentle squeeze as he held it. Ivy expected herself to giggle or maybe feel her stomach flutter, though nothing happened.

"Yeah, it's very good so far." Nodded Ivy.

"You sound uncertain." Noted Ub. "Sorry if I'm not doing a good job, but I've never been on a date before."

"Don't worry, it's not you." Assured Ivy. "It's just … well … I've lost my attraction to boys as of late; I don't know how it happened, but it just stopped. Even holding hands with you isn't getting it back … I wish I knew what was going on."

"Be careful what you wish for." Advised Ub. "You might just get it."

"I know, but I'm feeling a little down lately. This date is fun, but I'm not back to normal yet. I just don't get it." Sighed Ivy.

Ub gaze Ivy's hand a gentle squeeze.

"Hey now, things will work out. Maybe you've just got through your boy crazy phase; it often happens to heterosexual girls during puberty." Assured Ub. "So, tell me, who would you consider your best friends at the moment?"

"Well, Gilda and Betilla are really nice, but I'm very close to Edith; she's the albino girl … though I suppose you can't tell since you can't see … sorry." Apologised Ivy sheepishly.

"Quite alright." Assured Ub. "She told me herself on the first day. I can tell apart everyone's voices quite easily. So, would you say you girls are in an alliance?"

"I guess so." Nodded Ivy. "Though none of us are brilliant at strategy and stuff, except Gilda depending on which act she's putting on. She acts as a different 'character' everyday."

"Maybe you could put in a good word for me with them; I like making new friends." Said Ub hopefully.

"Can do." Nodded Ivy. "You know Ub, even if I'm not back to normal, I'm still enjoying the date. Thanks for agreeing to it."

"My pleasure, believe me." Grinned Ub. "So, should we head back soon? Or should we stay here for a bit longer?"

"Maybe we could stay out here for another half hour." Suggested Ivy. "Also, can I ask you a question."

"Fire away." Nodded Ub.

"… Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Asked Ivy.

"I'm going to assume you mean girls who I am not related to and not something like a kiss my from my mother." Guessed Ub. "In that case, no I have not. Never really had a chance to be honest."

"Well … would you like to now … I mean, if it's alright with you, you don't have to if you don't want to." Offered Ivy shyly.

"… Sure." Nodded Ub. "Though you'll have to lead it, I don't need to say why."

"Will do." Nodded Ivy as she turned herself to face Ub and slowly leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips that lasted for a few seconds before they both parted.

"So, how was the kiss?" Asked Ub.

"… Very nice." Said Ivy while looking up at the clouds. "So … want to play twenty questions?"

"Sure." Nodded Ub. "I'll go first if that's ok."

"Fine by me." Said Ivy quietly.

(Confessional: The plot thickens like lumpy milk!)

Ub: Ok, I lied. Ivy isn't my type of girl, but if I make her think she is then she'll stay close to me. This was a good date overall; not only did I get Ivy as an ally, but I might be able to work my way into taking power of her alliance as well. That's four votes that won't be going to me; I'm working my way into a position of total control. After that, I can decide who to cut and when. … Plus, Ivy is quite a good kisser, but that's irrelevant.

Ivy: Ok, I'm started to feel worried … for more than one reason. Even after such a nice date I still don't feel back to my normal self, not even a little … but also … I didn't feel anything from Ub's kiss. But that's not the bad part … the bad part is that I did feel something when I kissed Edith earlier. What's going on? … (Ivy's eyes widen in horror) No! I do not like Edith like that! I'm just going through a tough time and my mind is playing tricks on me. That's got to be it … right…?

Back at the challenge site the fears were still being faced. Currently Chef Hatchet was dressed as a clown … a VERY creepy clown. Joanne was standing nearby looking quite freaked out by the sight and, though she was trying to keep calm, looked quite scared.

"Well Joanne, since you're afraid of clowns I decided to make Chef Hatchet dress up as one; looks pretty funny doesn't it?" Chuckled Chris.

"There is nothing funny about that." Gulped Joanne.

"I didn't want to wear the stupid outfit." Shrugged Chef Hatchet.

"Anyway, to face your fear you have to let Chef Hatchet throw a pie at you; after all, what is more cliché for clowns to do than that?" Chuckled Chris "So, you gonna do it?"

Joanne was silent as she thought about what would happen if she refused.

"If I refuse I might be a target for elimination, but I haven't done too much else today … ack! They might only remember the failure and then vote me off! I might be able to sway some votes, but they might lie to me. Ooo, this is not good! … Guess I have to face the music…"

Joanne sighed in resignation.

"Just make it quick." Requested Joanne.

SPLAT!

Chef Hatchet threw the pie faster than blinking and it splattered into Joanne's face to which she groaned.

"And Joanne earns the Putrid Pumpkins another point!" Announced Chris. "Well, that and big mess on her face."

"Anybody got a cloth of some kind?" Requested Joanne, though her voice was slightly muffled by the pie still stuck on her face.

"That was a waste of food, and it looked nice and meat free too." Pouted Betilla.

"Could have been worse, it could have been made from an animal." Said Gilda gently.

"Good point." Agreed Betilla.

(Confessional: Such a waste!)

Joanne: That was humiliating, but not as bad as I expected it to be. Well, this should take the target off my back. All I can do now is follow the majority if we lose.

Otis: Chef Hatchet really did make it quick huh? Too bad he wasted edible food; it's a rarity around here.

Ricky: Yeesh, I can see why Joanne is scared of clowns, Chef Hatchet looked scary in that outfit…

Chris took out a mallet and put it on a table that Chef Hatchet wheeled up. He then took out a cellphone that looked like Zanna's phone and placed that on the table. Zanna's eyes widened upon seeing this.

"Ok Zanna, it's time for your challenge. You fear your phone getting damaged, so to get a point for your team you have to let me smash your phone with this mallet. Do that and you can tie up the score." Said Chris as he picked up the mallet. "So, what's it gonna be?"

"That's not my phone, it's in my pocket." Said Zanna as she reached into her pocket … and promptly went place. "… And it seems somebody pickpocketed me."

"So Zanna, what'll it be?" Asked Chris. "You wouldn't want to cost your team the challenge would you?"

Zanna looked very conflicted.

"It's so precious to me … but if I win the money I get a replica of it … I guess I have no choice." Sniffled Zanna. "Ok Chris, do it…"

Chris was quick to oblige and smashed the mallet down onto the phone which broke it to pieces. Zanna turned her head away and looked like she was going to cry.

"And Zanna ties up the score to four all." Announced Chris. "Oh, and Zanna? Here's your phone."

Chris reached into his pocket and took out Zanna's phone and passed it to her.

"As if I'd trash your real phone; I'd get so many angry emails." Stated Chris with a chuckle. "Had you going didn't I?"

Zanna was so relived she couldn't speak, she just hugged her phone close.

"Ok then, who's next?" Asked Charles.

"Looks like we've got a volunteer!" Announced Chris.

"… Aw crud." Groaned Charles.

(Confessional: Izzy was the pocket picker! She's like a fart, silent but deadly!

Zanna: I really felt scared for a moment there … guess I can say I've experienced true fear huh? … Yeah, it's not a nice feeling. I have a lot of precious memories on this, most of all a picture of me and my daddy the first time he took me fishing when I was very little. Good thing everything worked out for the best.

Quadesh: Boy that was cruel of Chris. Was an ass! But at least the scores are tied; hopefully we'll win, I want to win just once!

Charles: … Me and my big mouth…

Presently the campers were gathered around the dock; a small rickety rowboat was next to the dock and a buoy was visible a far distance from the dock. Charles stood at the edge of the dock trembling slightly.

"Ok Charles, time to face your fear of deep water. All you have to do is get into the rickety and possibly one hundred percent unsafe boat and paddle to the buoy out there, then paddle back. Do that and you earn your team a point." Instructed Chris.

"Can I get some arm bands, or maybe a lifesaver ring to take with me?" Requested Charles.

"No can do; if you had those then you wouldn't be facing your fear properly." Stated Chris. "Either go with no support or don't do it, your choice."

Charles sighed bitterly.

"I can't do it; I can't put myself at risk without safety." Said Charles apologetically. "It's too dangerous."

"Very well, Charles fails his challenge." Shrugged Chris. "So much for that one."

"Well realistically not everyone is going to be able to face their fears." Stated Ned.

"Good point." Agreed Chris. "But maybe you can? It's your turn next Ned!"

"... I'm neither happy nor scared, but I am a bit worried." Winced Ned.

(Confessional: He's even neutral with his emotional reactions!)

Alfie: This is the best part of going first, you don't have to dread your turn and you can laugh at the non-manly people fail their challenges.

Ned: So, how will Chris make me face my fear of bears? Wrestle one? Hug one? Kick one in the butt? … This is gonna be painful…

Penta: … Perhaps I should stay quiet so that I can prolong the inevitable, would it work?

Kelly: I hope Ned will be alright…

Presently a large cage was wheeled up by Chef Hatchet with a large grizzly bear inside it, possibly the same one that mauled Cody the previous season. It looked rather angry and cranky; it was definitely not a bear to mess with. Ned stood a safe distance from the cage and looked at the bear nervously, though he was trying to keep his facial expression neutral.

"Well Ned, you fear bears and rightly so. After all, we all remember what happened to Cody during the paintball deer hunt last season, right?" Chuckled Chris. "Anyway, want to hear your challenge Ned?"

"Like I have a choice." Stated Ned with zero enthusiasm.

"That's the spirit!" Grinned Chris. "All you have to do is walk up to the cage and poke the bear between the bars. It's a pretty dumb bear so it might not react very quickly … so you'll probably be safe."

"How safe?" Asked Ned.

"Could go either way really." Said Chris. "A vague neutral answer, just how you like it, right?"

"No, not when serious injury is a possibility." Frowned Ned.

"Ok then; there is a chance you'll get hurt, but only if you don't time it right." Stated Chris. "You gonna go say hello to the bear? He might take you back to his big blue house! Haha!"

"Not funny." Frowned Ned.

"Gotta entertain the audience somehow." Shrugged Chris. "So, you up for the challenge, or are you leaving with 'bearly' any effort?"

"Boo! Bad joke!" Yelled Otis.

"I'm going to ignore the bad joke … and sadly decline the challenge; it's too dangerous." Stated Ned calmly. "Sorry guys."

"Well, Ned fails I guess." Said Chris cheerfully. "That means the score is currently five to four in the Putrid Pumpkins favour! Let's move onto the next fear!"

(Confessional: Regardless of what happens, it will be either Betilla or Quadesh's first immunity win.)

Ned: Like I said, not everyone can face their fears. Given my fear involved getting close to a grizzly bear weighing over six times what I do … I think my refusal is justified.

Edith: Things aren't looking good for us at the moment; hopefully Donald will be able to succeed at his challenge and even up the score. I wonder how he's doing … hopefully he's ok.

Donald was not doing ok … actually, quite the opposite; he was doing terrible! He had taken refuge in a tree in order to hide from Daria and had been hoping he could evade her long enough to think of a plan, or until time expired.

Sadly, she had managed to track his scent and had cut off any chance of escape.

Currently Daria was looking up at Donald from the ground; she looked crazy and terrifying to put it bluntly. Also, Donald was terrified.

"Leave me alone!" Yelled Donald fearfully. "You're violating my human rights!"

"Come on down Donald; let's be together forever and ever. We belong together!" Called Daria.

"Marriage requires mutual consent! Besides, I'm way underage!" Exclaimed Donald. "Go obsess over One Direction or something!"

"But they aren't shmexy! You however are so shmexy it's almost illegal!" Giggled Daria.

"I'll have you know that stalking me and trying to have your way with me like an animal in heat is illegal as well!" Yelled Donald whilst climbing to a higher branch. "Keep away or I will use reasonable force like I did earlier!"

"But Donald, why evade me? I love you and you love me; we might as well just marry now and save ourselves the time in the future!" Squeed Daria.

"I do not love you!" Roared Donald. "I could never love a stalker like you!"

There was a deafening silence.

"You … don't love me." Whispered Daria as her eye started to twitch. "Why … WHY?! Do you have somebody else or something?"

Donald was silent for a moment before he gave his answer.

"Yes I do." Lied Donald.

(Confessional: Go Donald! … Try not to die!)

Donald: Ok, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place; I had no escape … all I could use were my words. I was hoping she'd leave me alone if she knew I was 'taken' … things are never that simple.

Nearby the confrontation Yoko was making her way through the forest; she had been able to track Donald thus far and was hot on his trail.

"Don't worry Donald, I'm coming!" Called Yoko. "I hope he's not too far away…"

"YOU WOMANISING CREEP!" Roared a voice from nearby.

"Eek … that does not sound ookie." Winced Yoko as she jumped up to a tree branch and began to make her way to the source of the noise off the ground so as to avoid detection.

Yoko quickly swung along the branches and soon knelt on a tall branch overlooking a clearing. She could see the crazy girl known as Daria Davis screaming at Donald, and her rich friend was in a tree and looked like he was starring death in the face. Yoko began to think about how she could save Donald and not get herself, or him, hurt. As she thought about a plan she listened to what Donald and Daria were saying.

"How could you date somebody else when you belong to me!" Roared Daria. "I demand to meet her!"

"Not gonna happen!" Replied Donald.

"… Wait, are you lying?" Asked Daria creepily. "I don't like boyfriend who lie.

"I'm not lying, my girlfriend is one of the other contestants!" Lied Donald "Please don't ask who it is."

"Who is it?!" Yelled Daria.

Donald groaned and, after a moment of silence, blurted out the first name that entered his head.

"Yoko! It's Yoko! Yoko is my girlfriend!" Lied Donald. "I'm taken and unavailable, so leave me alone! I'm not interested in dating you and I never was you weirdo!"

Daria was eerily silent for a moment while Yoko quietly gasped and faintly blushed at what Donald had said.

"… You unfaithful cheater! I'm gonna make you mine!" Yelled Daria very loudly as she stormed towards the tree trunk to climb it.

"HEEEEELLLP!" Wailed Donald.

"Leave my boyfriend alone!" Ordered Yoko as she jumped down from the tree and glared menacingly at Daria … or at least, she tried to look menacing.

"You! You stole my man! I'll mess you up!" Screamed Daria insanely.

"Yoko, run!" Pleaded Donald before whispering. "Wait … boyfriend?"

Daria was about to run at Yoko to attack her, but suddenly…

… The Sloppy Joe Monster arrived!

(Confessional: Well … this is a fine howdy-do isn't it?)

Donald: … I'm dead.

The Sloppy Joe Monster made a beeline for the tree Donald was in and started to shake it to try and make its prey fall to the ground. However, Daria was having none of this and quickly grabbed a stick and stuck the Sloppy Joe Monster on its 'head'. The mutant burger didn't like this, not one bit, and quickly turned its attention towards Daria.

"Get away from him! I'm gonna give him karma, not you!" Snapped Daria.

The Sloppy Joe Monster leapt at Daria and they began to brawl. As this happened Donald gulped.

"Whoever wins is gonna come for me next." Groaned Donald in despair.

"Donald! Jump! I'll catch you!" Ordered Yoko.

"But." Began Donald.

"No time! Just jump and we can run while those two are distracted; hurry!" Urged Yoko.

Donald took one look at the brawl and quickly decided to take his chances; he jumped from the tree and landed in Yoko's arms.

"Thanks Yoko." Said Donald gratefully as he was set down on the ground.

"You're welcome, now let's run!" Exclaimed Yoko as she grabbed Donald's wrist and pulled him quickly away from the danger.

"Right behind you!" Agreed Donald as he fled with Yoko. "You're my guardian angel!"

"It's my duty to protect you' you're my friend and apparently my boyfriend." Smiled Yoko.

Donald was at such an emotional extreme that he could not respond and just stayed silent.

(Confessional: Thank goodness Yoko was there! No medivacs this season!)

Yoko: I'm not entirely sure when me and Donald became boyfriend and girlfriend, but I guess it was all the more reason to make sure he stayed safe. Plus, it was nice to be compared to an angel. (Yoko smiles).

Donald: Well, I guess that problem is sorted quite nicely. Now only one problem remains … telling Yoko I lied about the whole 'her being my girlfriend thing' in order to make Daria leave. Hopefully she'll understand…

Back at camp Chris was continuing the challenge and had now moved onto Betilla's challenge. A mannequin dressed up as the KFC Colonel had been set up for the challenge.

"Ok Betilla; since you are scared of the colonel your challenge is as follows; walk up to the mannequin and give it a kiss." Stated Chris.

"What? Are you insane?!" Exclaimed Betilla.

"Six out of seven doctors would agree." Stated Chris.

"Same as me." Chuckled Otis.

"So anyway, if you complete this challenge you get your team a point." Stated Chris as his cellphone started playing the total drama theme song. "Oh, hang on."

Chris picked up his phone and listened to the person on the other line; after exchanging a few words he hung up.

"Well, looks like Donald has passed his challenge; that brings the score up to an even five a side." Summarised Chris. "So Betilla, if you pass this challenge you'll get your team lead in the points."

"No, I'm not doing it!" Exclaimed Betilla before speaking softer. "I can't do it…. It goes against who I am and everything I stand for…"

"Ok then, guess you don't get the point." Shrugged Chris. "Ok Edith, you're up next; we've got to go back to camp to get something for your challenge."

Edith gulped and the teams followed after Chris. As they did so Ivy and Ub walked up and joined the crowd. Seeing Ivy made Edith cheer up a bit.

"Hi Ivy, enjoy your date?" Asked Edith.

"Yep, it was really sweet." Nodded Ivy. "But … I still don't feel back to normal."

"Oh gosh, this really is serious." Murmured Edith.

"Don't worry about it; we can talk about it later." Assured Ivy. "So, what's the current score?"

"It's a tie, five points a side … and I'm next." Gulped Edith nervously.

"I'll be there to provide you with moral support." Assured Ivy.

"And I wish you good luck." Added Ub.

"… Thanks guys." Said Edith gratefully.

(Confessional: I wonder if Betilla likes veggie burgers…)

Edith: Well, it's time. I can't delay it any longer; hopefully this won't be too dangerous for me to handle. At least I've got some support … and even if I fail, we could still win if Quadesh and Larry pass their challenges. I'll have to have faith in them … not that hard to do given they are both made of tougher stuff than me.

Betilla: I hope my team isn't mad at me…

Gilda: Ok, just five challenges left to be done; with five points each thus far it's clear my team can score a maximum of seven. Hopefully the other team won't be able to score more than one point from here on in…

Larry: I hope my plan works … you'll see what I mean.

Chris held a baton, like the type used in the old Gladiators TV show, and twirled it around.

"I remember last season when Beth tried to audition for the talent show with fire batons … they nearly hurt people. Regardless, it was certainly a highlight. Now, doing the same thing would be too dangerous … but I have a perfect idea in mind for our resident Albino." Chuckled Chris.

"I'd rather be known for something other than being Albino." Frowned Edith.

"Potato potarto." Shrugged Chris. "Ok Edith, to face your fear of fire you have to let me light the baton which you will then carry to the beach to light a torch with; then you will throw the baton into the water. Do that and you score your team a much needed point; after all, it's a tie and not many people are left to go."

"You can do it Edith!" Cheered Ivy. "Show that fire who is boss!"

"You don't have to do it, it's dangerous!" Advised Tilly.

"She's just trying to make you chicken out, don't listen to her." Stated Sampson.

"I'm just pointing out the risks." Said Tilly calmly. "Burning really hurts, and given Edith has Albinism it'd hurt her even more than it normally would."

"Tilly makes a good point, but you can do this Edith!" Cheered Harvey.

"You can do it White Chocolate!" Cheered Ivy.

Edith couldn't help but giggle at the silly nickname, a nickname that was starting to appeal to her. However, she quickly started to feel worried again. Chris took out a lighter and flicked the flame on.

"What's it gonna be Edith?" Asked Chris.

Edith looked into the small flame and quietly squeaked in fright before shaking her head.

"I'm sorry guys; it's too much for me." Apologised Edith.

"We could have used the point." Muttered Quadesh. "… But I understand your fear; fire is dangerous. You'd best hope me and Larry can succeed in our challenges."

"I think I can cope with it." Assured Larry.

"Edith chickens out and the score still stands at an equal five a side with four fears left to be faced." Stated Chris. "Time for us to say hello to our tentacled neighbours in the ocean."

Penta froze and winced.

"Looks like my time has come." Murmured Penta.

"You're not gonna die." Assured Kelly.

"Hopefully not." Said Penta with a sigh.

"Here's hoping; dying is so not manly." Agreed Alfie. "I'm so manly that I'm immune to death!"

"… huh?" Blinked Penta,

"… I'm not gonna comment on how impossible that is." Said Charles simply.

"I feel so nervous." Said Ricky in a nervous way.

"Why?" Asked Charles.

"Besides Penta only one person on our team hasn't had their challenge done yet … me. And that means once Penta succeeds or fails then somebody from the Goblins will have their turn … and then it's me. Oh man, I don't want to go near snakes, but if I don't then we might lose." Sighed Ricky with a groan. "What should I do?"

"The only thing you can do; summon your courage and try to be like Chuck Norris." Advised Charles.

Ricky couldn't help but chuckle.

"Blasphemy, nobody can be like Chuck Norris." Laughed Ricky.

(Confessional: Except maybe … yeah, I got nothing.)

Edith: I wish I could have done it, but fire related challenges are not something I can do. Hopefully this won't count against me. At least nobody was angry. … So, Ivy still isn't back to normal? Gee, this is really a problem. What should I do?

Ned: On one handI'm enjoying the tied score since it's balanced and shows a good even challenge … but on the other hand nobody can win if the score is tied. Nobody would be happy if all twenty two of us went to elimination. I bet Chris would have a tie breaker planned for that scenario, any good host would.

Penta: Ok, gotta keep calm just gotta remember the training dad gave me … oh who am I kidding? No military training can prepare me for those tentacled brutes!

Ricky: I can take comfort in one fact … it's not my turn yet, so I have some time to gather my nerve and summon my courage. I wouldn't want to look like a wimp; what would Ellise think?

A large tank of water had been set up; it was filled with many squids, octopi and other tentacled cephalopodans … along with a bit of ink. Penta was standing in front of it and looked the opposite of calm; her normally relaxed eyes were wide open and she looked rather freaked out.

"No, no, nononononono!" trembled Penta while wringing her hands fearfully. "This is not right!"

"And not just that, but it's your challenge." Said Chris cheerfully. "Now, you mentioned you are scared of squids and octopuses for reasons that I will not repeat, so your challenge will have you getting up close and personal with them. Just get into the tank with them and stay in there for a minute and you get the point. You don't even need to submerge your head; if the water comes up to your neck it will be enough."

"A minute with those monsters…" Blanched Penta.

"I thought you were a tough girl." Noted Joanne.

"Everyone is scared of something." Stated Penta. "It's just that some fears are scarier than others…"

"You can do this easily Penta; you're tough and totally hot, so you've got like a beyond certain chance of succeeding." Assured Alfie. "Aside from the slimy tentacles it's not so bad; I mean, the ink might stain your cloths and you'll be embarrassed on TV, but you'll be so manly if you succeed."

Alfie's words were meant as inspirational, but all they were doing was making Penta feel worse. Thus it wasn't long before Penta hung her head and shook it.

"I can't do it." Sighed Penta. "I can't go near those things…"

"Penta blows it big time and the score is still five a side; can somebody hurry up and score a point already?" Frowned Chris. "These challenges aren't even that hard."

"Yeah, because th'y ain't y'r w'rst fear." Muttered Xadrian.

(Confessional: Forget Billy the Kid, call in Billy the Squid!)

Penta: You don't need to rub it in Chris; you don't know the things I saw that night…

Joanne: It all comes down to Ricky; if we lose then I'll have to kick my strategizing into overdrive!

Kelly: You know; I have to wonder why Penta is scared of tentacled animals. Maybe I should ask her tonight…

Xadrian: Ah w'nder wh't Chris is scared of … ah'd guess havin' his h'r harm'd.

A TV and DVD player had been set up along with a chair. Chris chuckled to himself as he turned to Larry.

"Well Larry, I was originally going to have some interns dressed as zombies chase you, but I was alerted that you mentioned a specific fear of poorly made low budget zombie movies in the confessional earlier, so … time to face your fear!" Grinned Chris.

"Larry almost seemed to smirk behind his bandana.

"No! Not that! Anything but that!" Exclaimed Larry dramatically.

"Sorry dude, but that's how it is. I've had some footage of awful critically panned zombie movies compiled into one disc ... and you're gonna have to watch all twenty minutes of the footage to score the point." Stated Chris.

"Well, it'll be hard and scary, but I mustn't let my team down." Said Larry as dramatically as before as he took a seat on the chair.

"Ok then, here we go!" Announced Chris as he turned on the TV and DVD player.

It was immediately clear that Larry was not scared at all and he began to snark at the footage.

"Oh yeah, go off into the dark graveyard woods to make out, splendid idea."

"So the zombies just so happen to be able to rise out of a locked coffin covered by six feet of solid dirt? Yeah, that's so realistic."

"The human body has ten pints of blood. That was clearly thirty seven. You fail biology!"

"Aim for the head! If the chest doesn't work then aim for the head you idiot!"

"This is why you should always pack extra ammo…"

"And this clip will win the razzie award for worst special effects ever."

Soon enough the clips came to an end and Chris looked confused.

"And Larry shows no fear and earns the Ghastly Goblins another point!" Announced Chris. "But … how were you not scared?"

"I'm scared of zombies … but not awful cheap zombie movies. I just said that in hopes of it making my challenge easier; sure enough, it did." Smirked Larry.

Chris was silent before frowning.

"I'll allow it, but you really made things anticlimactic." Frowned Chris.

"But it's not the final challenge." Stated Larry.

"Hm, true." Shrugged Chris. "Onto the next one!"

(Confessional: He's smarter than the grumpy old troll who lives under the bridge.)

Larry: Well it's not like it was against the rules; Chris gave me a challenge and I passed it. Hopefully this'll be enough to keep me safe.

Chris: … I hate it when the contestants are smart.

Penta: Larry sure is a smart guy; I think he'd be a great team mate to have. Doesn't hurt that he's nice to look at.

Soon the campers were in camp center as Chef Hatchet held a snake in his hands while Chris gestured to Ricky to come forwards.

"Ok Ricky, time to see if you can dance the mamba as good as a snake!" Joked Chris.

"That was dreadful." Said Ricky flatly.

"Hey, it's not easy coming up with jokes on the spot." Shrugged Chris.

At that moment Donald and Yoko arrived, both looking tired from all that had happened/ Donald looked a little worse for wear.

"Dude, are you alright?" Asked Otis in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine … just been chased by a maniac, that's all. Ironically the mutant burger thing helped save me by attacking Daria, but Yoko truly was the one to save my life." Said Donald wearily.

"All in all a normal day for you then." Noted Otis.

"Yeah pretty much." Muttered Donald.

As Donald and Otis conversed Yoko walked up to Kelly.

"So, what's the score?" Asked Yoko.

"It's six to five in the Goblins favour so you might be safe." Stated Kelly. "It all comes down to Ricky on my team."

"Exactly, so let's turn out attention back to the challenge." Stated Chris impatiently. "Ok Ricky, to win a point for your team and to let them stand a chance at immunity, you have to put the snake around your shoulders for thirty seconds."

"But it could kill me!" Exclaimed Ricky.

"Nobody will die on this show." Stated Chris. "Besides, if you don't then you'll probably be voted off for costing your team the challenge."

Ricky was silent before he nodded wearily.

"I guess I have no choice; fine, give me the snake." Decided Ricky.

Chef Hatchet was quick to oblige and draped the snake around Ricky's shoulders. Ricky froze and shivered a little while the snake moved itself to look into Ricky's eyes.

It then promptly began to playfully nuzzle up to him and make happy hissing sounds.

"Looks like it's friendly." Noted Charles.

"But … is it poisonous?" Asked Penta.

"I doubt it; it's just a Boa Constrictor, they have no venom." Stated Charles. "And this one seems really friendly … must have been raised in captivity or something."

Pretty soon Ricky's time expired and Chef Hatchet gently picked the snake back up and carried it away.

"And Ricky scales the wall this challenge presented." Joked Chris.

"That joke stinks!" Yelled Chef Hatchet.

"Eh, whatever. Point is, the score is now an equal six all and only one challenge remains." Announced Chris. "Quadesh, you're up!"

(Confessional: It all comes down to one challenge!)

Ned: … This is very tense.

Ricky: That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I hope Ellise was impressed! Still, our score is capped at six … so if Quadesh passes her challenge then she could win it for her team…

Quadesh: Looks like victory is assured; I lied about my fear so this is gonna be really easy. First immunity win, here I come!

Chris: Haha! … Think again!

Presently Quadesh was ready for her challenge; she stood before a locked chest that was securely shut by a metal padlock.

"So Quadesh; the score is an even six all and you're the last person left to go. Ready to face your fear?" Asked Chris.

"I sure am; bring on the cats!" Nodded Quadesh in determination.

"Yeah, about that. There aren't gonna be any cats … since you lied about your fear." Chuckled Chris.

"What? No … no I didn't." Lied Quadesh.

"But you did; you flat out admitted it to Mist last night. Remember, we are always watching you." Smirked Chris. "You're going to be facing your true fear … failure."

Quadesh was silent as Chris continued to explain her challenge.

"Now, see that locked chest? Your challenge is to open is. I'll give you a key ring and only one key opens the lock. It's quite likely you will fail to open it. Think you can do it?" Asked Chris.

"Well … the scores are tied; what will happen if I refuse?" Asked Quadesh.

"We'll go to a tie breaker. I'll pick a random person from each team who did not face their fear and they'll go head to head, first to face their fear will win. Though you might end up getting chosen for that. Plus, you might lose immunity for the fifth time in a row." Chuckled Chris as he took a key ring full of keys out of his pocket. "So, you gonna try? Or will you let a team mate take the fall and face their fear instead?"

"You better not chicken out Quadesh; imagine if I got chosen, you'd never win immunity!" Exclaimed Sampson.

(Confessional: This is suspenseful!)

Sampson: Reverse psychology. Just gotta play on Quadesh's desire to succeed and she'll do anything. And if she fails … eh, not my neck on the line.

"Ok, I'll do it." Agreed Quadesh. "It'd reflect badly on my future political campaign if I chickened out."

Chris handed Quadesh the keys and pointed towards the chest. "You have one minute to unlock the chest; your time starts when you insert the first key into the lock. Try not to fail, and you probably will."

"No I won't!" exclaimed Quadesh as she approached the chest and knelt down while picking a random key. "Ok, here I go…"

Quadesh inserted the key into the lock. It didn't fit. Quadesh quickly tried another key but it too did not fit. Quadesh sighed in irritation as she continued to try keys but none of them fit.

"This is really nerve wracking." Murmured Edith. "Ivy, do you think she'll be able to do it?"

"Possibly, I'm not sure." Admitted Ivy. "I'd rather not lose the challenge to be honest."

"I don't mind if Quadesh fails, if she fails then my team wins." Stated Joanne.

This only served to make Quadesh work faster, though she still could not find the right key. The time started to tick lower and lower until it was almost the end.

"Ten second Quadesh." Chuckled Chris.

Quadesh was frantically trying to find the correct key, but it was clear she was not going to find it. Quadesh picked a random key and inserted it into the lock and…

…

….

…

It didn't fit.

"Times up!" Announced Chris. "Looks like Quadesh has failed!"

Quadesh could only sigh and hang her head.

"… And that means the final score is six for the Putrid Pumpkins and seven for the Ghastly Goblins! The Goblins are the winners!" Announced Chris.

There was a moment of surprise before the Goblins cheered and the Pumpkins sighed in disappointment. Quadesh looked confused.

"But … I failed my challenge." Blinked Quadesh.

"Exactly, and in doing so you faced your fear of failure." Nodded Chris. "The correct key was on the lock somewhere, but if you'd opened the chest you'd have lost since you wouldn't have failed. It was a trap if you had won."

Quadesh blinked and then frowned.

"Hey, failure isn't always bad." Shrugged Chris. "Besides, you're safe for a change so be happy."

Quadesh was silent for a moment before she smiled in satisfaction and let out a cheer of triumph.

"Putrid Pumpkins … meet me at the S.S Elimination tonight where one of you will be voted off." Stated Chris.

Chris took his leave as the contestants began to mill around, whether to relax or discuss the vote-off.

(Confessional: And so Quadesh finally wins immunity!)

Quadesh: I did it! Yay! (Quadesh composes herself). Well, good to know I'm safe … maybe I should give Tilly a suggestion on who to vote for? Yeah … Ub is going down! I'm gonna avenge you Mist!

Alfie: Man, weak! Well, I've got seven unmanly wimps to choose from … and I know who to vote for. I'd better talk with Penta about this; she totally digs me so she'll listen. Oh yeah!

Ub: I may have lost the challenge, but it's no problem. I was one of seven to not face their fears, so I will be able to move the target onto somebody else. The question is, who?

Kelly: Darn, I got slapped all for nothing. Well, hopefully I can keep myself safe. I do have the Ezekiel Idol … but I'd like to save it for a while.

Betilla: When will I be able to win immunity? Now everyone has done it besides me! No fair…

Ub had gathered Charles and Ricky at a secluded spot of the beach to go over his plan.

"Well, we lost the challenge; it sucks but we have to live with it. Also, good job facing your fear Ricky." Stated Ub. "So, I have a good idea who to target, but do you guys have any ideas?

"Maybe somebody who didn't face their fear." Suggested Charles. "Perhaps Tilly?"

"Or maybe somebody who did face their fear since they are the strong ones, so perhaps Gilda." Mused Ricky. "What do you think Ub?"

"Well, I figured we could target Alfie." Pitched Ub calmly. "He's physically strong so he'd be a pain to go against … plus, he's a pain to be around."

"I'm in." Shrugged Ricky. "Nobody should have to bunk with him."

"But, he was on our side. Voting him out would be mean." Murmured Charles.

"Charles, need I remind you how dumb he is? Plus, he has tried to wedgie you before." Reminded Ub. "Adding to that, since he was in our alliance he could end up joining somebody else and telling them all our secrets. It's a vote of both strategy and damage control."

"… Ok, I'm in." Nodded Charles. "Though we only have three votes out of eleven."

"We'll have to find some more people to join us then." Stated Ricky. "Hey look, here comes Joanne."

Joanne walked up to the group and gave a polite nod.

"Hi guys. As you can probably tell, I'm in a big minority tonight … so, who are you voting for? I'll join you if you want." Offered Joanne.

"… Perfect." Nodded Ub.

(Confessional: Four still isn't a majority.)

Ub: Sometimes life gives you a freebie.

Joanne: … Hey, even great strategists sometimes have to take a back seat and follow the leader you know? I only have Tilly on my side currently … though I didn't tell them about that since I need to keep some of my cards unplayed.

Charles: … Ub realises he'll probably need more than four votes right? … Maybe in the future I should make some moves of my own.

Penta was lying down on the sand watching the evening clouds go by. Kelly had gone to get dinner so she had some time to herself.

"I don't think I'm a target tonight … I might get a vote, but I've got no enemies, so I should be safe." Said Penta to herself. "Maybe I can catch a few minutes of sleep before it's time to go to the elimination."

Penta got herself comfortable and began to settle down, but before she could she heard something strutting towards her. Penta opened her eyes and saw Alfie looking down on her.

"Evening Penta." Grinned Alfie. "You're looking very attractive this evening."

"Thanks." Said Penta as she got to her feet. "What do you need Alfie?"

"Just want to talk about the elimination. All I want to say is that we'll be voting for Ub tonight." Stated Alfie. "You in?"

"… Why Ub?" Asked Penta.

"Because he's so not manly at all and he's physically weak and slow. He'd make it harder for you to win immunity if you're on a team with him. I mean, he was on our team today and this is the first time either of us have been up for elimination. Get my point."

"… I'll think about it." Said Penta.

"That's my girl!" Grinned Alfie. "See you at dinner; I'm gonna strut around camp for a while and show the world my manliness! Sha-pow!"

Alfie strutted off while Penta sighed and tried to settle back down.

"He makes a point, but he's still annoying." Said Penta to herself.

(Confessional: Manliness is NOT close to Godliness.)

Alfie: Take that Ub, you're going down! And look what I found between now and the challenge ending! (Alfie holds up a Chris Idol). If things look dangerous tonight then I'll just play this; oh yeah!

Penta: Alfie takes a lot of patience to deal with, but he is strong and makes points … doesn't make him any easier to be around. But still…

Quadesh and Tilly were in one of the rooms of the girl's cabin. The door was locked and the two were discussing the vote.

"So, you're gonna suggest somebody for me to vote for right?" Asked Tilly.

"Yep. And the choice is a no brainer; vote for Ub." Stated Quadesh. "He got Mist out and now he's gonna pay! He should be thankful I don't attack people with disabilities; I do have standards after all."

"Ok then, I'm game." Nodded Tilly. "Oh, and good job at winning your first immunity challenge."

"Thanks. It's a really great feeling. Hopefully this will be the first of many wins." Said Quadesh hopefully.

"We can only hope. Anyway, I'm gonna go and find Joanne; I might be able to get some information from her." Stated Tilly as she headed for the door.

"Good idea." Nodded Quadesh.

(Confessional: There are no stupid ideas, just stupid people.)

Tilly: Quadesh wants me to vote out Ub, but when I spoke to Joanne she said the plan is to vote for Alfie … I love being the swing vote!

Gilda and Betilla were talking to each other in one of the other bedrooms. Betilla looked quite pouty.

"I haven't even won immunity once yet! Everyone else in the game has, even Quadesh. Heck, Ned has never been up for elimination once. This stinks more than rotten turnips!" Muttered Betilla. "Losing sure is a happiness assassinator huh Gilda?"

"You said it." Agreed Gilda. "But all we can do now is hope we are safe; early boots are usually forgotten and I do not want to be forgotten. Still, somebody is going home and we have to decide who it will be."

"You can vote for whoever you want." Smiled Betilla. "As for me, my mind is already made up."

"… Xadrian?" Asked Gilda.

"Xadrian." Nodded Betilla. "I mean, I did feel bad for him today, but he still abuses animals … so… yeah."

"But he's not on our team." Stated Gilda

"... Doh!" Cursed Betilla.

(Confessional: Join the army … subliminal messages FTW!)

Gilda: Who should I vote off? Several people failed and it's hard to target just one of them. Hopefully they won't be mad.

Betilla: (She holds up an Owen Idol). I found this after the challenge; it's a fair bet this one is real!

Donald was sitting against a tree near camp thinking about how the day had gone. He felt lucky to be alive.

"Man, I got really lucky today … it feels odd saying that. Well, I'm safe now and that's what matters. Thank goodness Yoko was there…" Murmured Donald.

"Feeling alright Donald?" Asked Yoko as she walked up.

"I am now; I felt pure terror earlier and its only because of you I'm still here. Thank you very much." Said Donald gratefully.

"Assured Yoko. "You're my boyfriend, so I've got to help you out. Also … when did we become boyfriend and girlfriend? Is there some kind of western custom I did without knowing?"

Donald gave Yoko a gentle expression.

"We're not dating Yoko. I … lied about that in hopes of making Daria leave me alone. I had no idea that you'd be there to hear it. Sorry if you're disappointed." Apologised Donald.

"… Oh it's alright." Assured Yoko. "The important thing is that you're safe from that creature."#

"All thanks to you." Nodded Donald.

"I look out for all creatures, both big and small." Smiled Yoko.

"In this case small! Wooooo!" Whooped Otis with a laugh as he walked past.

Donald groaned while Yoko raised an eyebrow.

"What did he mean?" Asked Yoko.

"You're better off not knowing." Assured Donald. "Anyway, I'd better let him know who to vote for tonight."

"Ok then, see you later." Nodded Yoko.

(Confessional: Otis is always there to ruin the mood huh?)

Donald: I try to play the villain, but I simply care too much about the few who care about me. Maybe I could be an anti-villain? Regardless, I don't want Otis corrupting Yoko. Him and her are like total opposites since Otis lives to cause mayhem and Yoko follows law, order and a personal code.

Yoko: You know, maybe I should get to know Otis; he's Donald's best friend so how bad could he be?

Otis: I'd like to teach Yoko about the western world; I'm not one for education and teaching … unless it's fun of course. I think I can teach her about monster trucks, comic books, pranks and stuff like that without breaking my P.T.B.D.S … also known as my 'pretend to be dumb strategy'.

A while later the twenty two tweens were in the Mess Hall eating dinner; it wouldn't be long until the next elimination ceremony started and a lot of the tweens were talking about it … and others were talking about something else.

"So, you still can't feel any attraction for boys?" Asked Edith. "What did you do on the date?"

"We talked, held hands and even kissed … but I didn't even feel mildly giggly." Sighed Ivy. "I just don't know what's going on … and the worst part is … no, never mind."

"What is it?" Asked Edith in concern.

"… Nothing, no big deal." Assured Ivy. "Just that I dropped a piece of cake in the dirt and couldn't eat it. Well, it may not have got me back to normal, but I had fun regardless. Thanks for trying to help me Edith."

"You're welcome." Smiled Edith cutely.

Ivy thought Edith had a cute smiled, but before she could debate why she had thought this Chris entered the Mess Hall.

"Attention tweens! Will the members of the Putrid Pumpkins gather their Life Idols and board the Subway of Woe; it's time for the elimination ceremony to begin!" Announced Chris.

"Good luck Charles." Smiled Zanna.

"Thank you." Nodded Charles.

(Confessional: Insert witty pun here.)

Xadrian: How w's Chr's able ta get a subw'y on tha island anyw'y?

Ub: Alfie is about to learn why it is a bad idea to mess with me.

Betilla: Five ceremonies in a row … lame.

(S.S Elimination)

The Putrid Pumpkins, the losing team of the day had taken a ride on the Subway of Woe and had arrived at the S.S Elimination. The eleven tweens sat on the chairs provided and awaited the start of the ceremony. There was some faint mist in the air, perhaps a reminder of the previous ceremony? Soon enough Chris exited the Captains room with a tray of ten doubloons and his ever present mallet. He set them down on a table and turned to face the tweens.

"It seems that when it comes to a battle between a pumpkin and a goblin we know who to bet on in the future. It was indeed a close challenge, but nearly winning is not enough to escape elimination." Chuckled Chris. "So, let's get started. I think I should ask the most obvious question first, who do you think had the silliest fear of all of you guys?"

"I'd say Gilda; King of the Castle does seem like an odd fear." Admitted Ricky. "Then again, she faced her fear so who's complaining?"

"Hey, I got pretty injured the last time I played it." Stated Gilda.

"And on the subject of injuries, Betilla … your immunity streak is so dead it hasn't even been born. How does it feel to be the only contest still in the game to have never won immunity once?"

"It really sucks and it's definitely not reflecting well on the vegetarian cause." Sighed Betilla. "Hopefully I'll win tomorrow."

"On the other side of the coin; Penta, this is your first elimination ceremony … how does it feel?" Asked Chris.

"It stinks." Pouted Penta. "But it had to happen eventually I guess. At this point only Ned hasn't lost yet. Still, the winning streak was nice while it lasted."

"Yeah, it was nice to win so much, but sadly fate is very unmanly and totally biased." Frowned Alfie. "And we almost won as well!"

"So Alfie, why do you think the team lost?" Asked Chris.

"Simple, we scored lower than the others since some people were not very manly." Stated Alfie.

"Anybody in particular you think was at fault moreso than others?" Inquired Chris.

"I don't like to name names … but if it's an unmanly wimp I'll make an exception. I think Ub was holding us back." Stated Alfie.

"In what way?" Frowned Ub. "Is this because of what happened last night?"

"No; it's because you cost is the challenge. I mean, me and Penta have never lost before … suddenly we go on a team with you and we lose. Makes sense to me." Shrugged Alfie. "I say we just vote off Ub. He may be kinda smart, but in a physical challenge he'll hold back the team he's on."

"But he's very smart; brains are important." Stated Charles.

"True." Agreed Betilla.

"Ok, ok, settle down guys." Stated Chris. "So Ub, what do you have to say in response to this?"

Ub was silent for a moment as he thought to himself.

"I may not be strong, but I am much smarter than Alfie. Over a million times smarter in fact." Stated Ub calmly. "Alfie, name one area besides strength where I do not beat you."

"Well, you're not manly." Stated Alfie.

Ub and a few others sighed.

"Any other areas?" Asked Ub dully.

"Well you're blind so you're not worth much in a challenge not involving a blindfold." Stated Alfie with a sneer.

There was a silence as a few people gasped.

"Usted estúpido hijo de puta ..." Muttered Tilly.

"What?" Shrugged Alfie.

"Hey Chris, can we get to voting?" Asked Penta.

"Sure." Nodded Chris. "But first, if anybody has the Owen idol, Duncan Idol or the Ezekiel Idol … now is the time to play them."

There was a moment of silence before Betilla got to her feet and took out the Owen Idol she had found.

"I'm certain this is the right one." Said Betilla as she approached Chris and handed him the idol.

"The rules of Total Drama state that if the Owen Idol is played then the person who played it can vote two times for the same person." Stated Chris.

Betilla looked happy.

"However, this is not the real Owen Idol. Seriously Betilla, another fake?" Frowned Chris as he tossed the fake idol over the side of the ship and into the water.

"I didn't know it was a fake." Frowned Betilla. "Darn it!"

"Anybody else want to play an idol?" Asked Chris.

There was a silence.

"In that case, let's start voting! Joanne, you're up."

(Captains Room Confessional: X marks the loser!)

Joanne: (She holds up a vote for Alfie). Gotta follow the plan, but after this I'll be back to strategizing and planning big moves.

Gilda: (She holds up a vote for Alfie).Mean remarks like that are not manly.

Alfie: (He holds up a vote for Ub). I'm voting for you Ub … personally, I hate you.

Tilly: (She holds up a vote for Ub).Alfie is an idiot and very mean … so logically Ub is the bigger threat.

Kelly: (She holds up a vote for Ub).I don't want to keep Alfie around, but he's easy to beat … you're too risky to keep. Sorry…

Charles: (He holds up a vote for Alfie with the word 'JERK' written below it). Vision remarks like that are pretty bad dude.

Penta: (She holds up a vote for Alfie). You are definitely NOT a manly man,

Otis: Hmm … is there any way to make this vote more interesting…?

Ub: Checkmate. (He starts to carefully write his vote).

After Betilla had cast the final vote the eleven campers waited in their seats while Chris went to tally the votes. Chris quickly arrived back and picked up the tray of Doubloons.

"The votes have been cast. One of you has had your last tether to the game snapped. If you do not get a doubloon you must hand over your life idol for the Smash of Sorrow, then walk down the Stairs of Misery, walk the Path of Failure and board the boat of losers … and you can't come back … ever!" Finished Chris with a yell.

Penta jumped since she had not been expecting the loud yell.

"If you have the Chris Idol or the Harold Idol … now is the time to play them." Prompted Chris.

A moment passed before Alfie chuckled and got to his feet while several of the others gasped. He took out the Chris idol and strutted over to Chris before confidently swaggering back to his seat.

"Game over blind boy." Chuckled Alfie. "I'm too manly to lose; I don't know how to lose! … No really, I don't how."

Chris looked at the Idol and spoke.

"The rules of Total Drama state that if someone plays the Chris Idol then all votes cast against them do not count and the person with the second highest number of votes will be voted out instead."

Alfie grinned and put his arms behind his head.

"… However, this is not the real Chris Idol." Stated Chris as he tossed the idol over the edge of the ship as he had done with the fake Owen Idol.

"… What? I'm so confused." Blinked Alfie.

"Two fake idols in one night? That's a new record." Noted Ricky.

"I shall now hand out the doubloons." Stated Chris as though nothing had happened. "The following people are safe…"

"Kelly"

"Charles"

"Betilla"

"Gilda"

"Penta"

"Otis"

"Tilly"

"Joanne"

"Ricky"

Alfie and Ub were left without a doubloon. Ub looked quite stoic and calm, and Alfie looked very confident and simply smirked.

"Alfie, Ub, you two racked up the most votes … in fact; you both were the only ones to rack up votes." Stated Chris dramatically "It's a vote between brains and softness VS brawn and manliness … and tonight the final doubloon goes to…

…

Ub."

Ub smiled as the doubloon landed in his lap while Alfie looked stunned and his jaw practically dropped to the ground in utter shock.

"Alfie, looks like manliness wasn't enough tonight. Time for you to go." Said Chris.

"This is ridiculous! I demand a recount!" Exclaimed Alfie. "Why would you vote off such an awesome players like me? Is it because I'm a threat, or are you jealous?"

"It's because we hate you." Stated Penta. "Lose the unfounded ego and try some humility and manners."

"You … you traitor!" exclaimed Alfie.

"I was never on your side." Said Penta.

"Yeah, you're mean." Agreed Charles.

Alfie scowled as he took out his Life Idol.

"Fine, but this show will lose a hundred percent of its manliness without me!" Threatened Alfie.

"That or it'll gain a hundred percent." Mused Betilla.

Alfie handed Chris his Life Idol with a bitter look. Chris raised his mallet and smashed Alfie's Life Idol to pieces.

"Alfie, it's time for you to go." Stated Chris.

"It shouldn't be; the fans love me." Muttered Alfie as he took his leave down the Stairs of Misery while strutting bitterly.

After Alfie was gone Chris turned to the rest of the tweens.

"Well, if there's one thing we learnt tonight it's that manliness alone cannot win Total Drama. Two fake idols, offensive remarks and somebody yet to win immunity even once, what a dramatic night!" Exclaimed Chris. "You may all return to camp; try to get some sleep, you'll need your energy for the next challenge."

The campers got to their feet and headed to catch the Subway of Woe and take it back to camp. As they left the subway Penta looked relieved Alfie was gone while Betilla looked annoyed the idol had been another fake. As for Ub, he looked satisfied and felt this was just the latest of many eliminations he would plan.

(Confessional: Another one gone!)

Ub: Alfie could have been useful had he not been so dumb … but he was to stupid, and bigoted, to keep around. Eh, not that tragic. Five opponents down and twenty more to go. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

Penta: Hear that? Yep, it's the sound of peace. Now I don't have to hear any more comments about my butt!

Tilly: Shame Ub is still around, but it affects nothing. Harvey got me a space in that alliance; I'll have to talk to Harvey about it tomorrow so I can make it official.

Chris stood on the Dock of Shame to give the outro to the episode.

"And so Alfie is left as half of a man thanks to falling afoul of a blast of votes. Will the show lose its manliness? Pfft, hardly! I'm still here! Friendships and alliances are strengthening and also breaking; will anybody get caught in the crossfire? The only certainty is that things are gonna be unpredictable! So, who will be the next person to go out of the game? Will Xadrian's plan continue to work so well? Will Yoko and Donald get closer or not? Will Otis confront Sampson about his laziness? And why does Ivy not like boys anymore? Find out next time on Total Drama Tweenabet!"

The Boat of Losers made its way across the water while Alfie sat on a box looking very mad.

"Those losers, they don't know how big of a mistake they just made." Frowned Alfie. "I could have been a giant help to any team I was on. I mean, I so darn manly!"

"Manly huh? I love a manly guy!" Giggled a voice from the driver's seat of the boat inside the canopy at the front.

"Who doesn't?" Chuckled Alfie. "So, what's your name?"

The girl stepped out of the shadows and grinned at Alfie insanely. Alfie gulped in terror.

"I'm Daria Davis, and you're my new boyfriend!" Squealed Daria as she pounced at Alfie.

Alfie's screams could be heard for miles around.

Votes

Alfie: Ub

Betilla: Alfie

Charles: Alfie

Gilda: Alfie

Joanne: Alfie

Kelly: Ub

Otis: Alfie

Penta: Alfie

Ricky: Alfie

Tilly: Ub

Ub: Alfie

XXXXX

Alfie: 8

Ub: 3

Voted Out: Walter, Flynn, Veedle, Mist, Alfie

And so our manly man Alfie takes the fall. Alfie as a character was one of the less important ones in the plot and was really supposed to be a character you'd either hate the guts of, or find hilarious due to his stupidity and ego. But even then he had some plot importance … namely, giving Kelly the idol and being a temporary flunky to Ub. In the end his ego and poor choice of words cost him the game. I didn't like him much personally, but I will admit he was fun to write for because he was so ridiculous.

Next Time: It's a gender war! Boys battle girls in a game of 'Gender War Super Sumo Showdown'.