Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, Pinkie Pie, Slender, Shrub, FNAF, or SFC Containment Breach. I do own Bart, Fat Man, Larry, Lewis, Val, and a new character. Anything related to the synths is owned by Alphathegriffin17. If I missed anything, odds are I don't own it.
Warning: This chapter contains yelling, TV criticism, treatment of injuries, threats, eavesdropping, scheming, a tad bit of love, hilarity, shocking twists, and some dark moments. You have been warned.
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Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: Hey guys. Double update, huh? I hope this makes you guys happy. I know it makes me smile. Anyway, I have something to say. At this point in the fic, the mood starts to get a little darker. It will still have many funny moments to come, but the tone starts to get a bit more serious. I figured I warn you guys, but I doubt you'll mind. Anyway, read away!
You can't contain the leech!
E10 P1: Dolls Are Not Puppets
It was a quiet night, peaceful, serene. At least, it was until Bart began the episode. Down in the Not-So-Silent Hill, in front of the Restraints Hotel, stood Bart, who was staring emotionlessly into the camera. "Fools. Just watch the previous episodes to know what happened," Bart muttered.
"You're kind of required by contract to do this," Slender said, appearing behind Bart with a BUM.
"Not in charge. I can do what I wish to do and you are not allowed to stop me," Bart said.
"Just recap," Slender said.
"Very well," Bart said. "Last time on this ridiculous show, I came aboard and made it much more efficient. Fat Man is not squandering resources, the challenges are no longer boring, and the contestants show me respect. And the bias has gone down as well."
"You call that entire recap not bias? It was all about the changes you made," Slender said.
"Silence. You do not matter to me," Bart said. "Last time, we saw Katie and DJ hook up. Which, in all honesty, is a mistake waiting to happen. We saw people get injured. And the cripple, Brick, got eliminated. And we saw rules be broken. Tell me, how many contestants have gotten out from their rooms since we didn't have my sentinels?"
"Having those things wander the halls was all levels of bad," Slender said flatly.
"You're jealous because I came up with the idea. Fool. You aren't smart enough to rival me," Bart muttered. "Anyway, who will conquer the challenge? It'll be a dosy. Who will be voted off? I'm hoping it's that failed child living scum who should have been…" Bart shook.
"Find out now, on Total Drama All Stars," Slender finished.
"This show is mine!"
(Theme Song; I wanna be famous)
(Lewis' Suite)
Currently, the entire staff minus acting host was in Lewis' suite. Lewis was on his couch with a black eye while Fat Man stood near him, messing with medication and needles. Pinkie was standing worriedly behind Fat Man and Slender stood nearby.
"I'd say you're an arrogant fool, but you'd take it as a compliment," Fat Man said.
"I'm insulted you think so," Lewis said and winced.
"He's up to no good Lewis. That stunt with the animatronics? I followed it up and talked to Freddy more. They are highly unstable. What they did to Larry and Brick was proof that they could've easily killed each and every one of those contestants," Slender said.
"I know that. But I prevented them from roaming around the hotel by finding the synths. Whatever Bart had in store for them is now out of the equation. That means he has to readjust his plan, modify certain things," Lewis said.
"Hold still," Fat Man said, holding Lewis steady as he applied ointment to his eye. "You are under a lot of stress. Did you take the pills I gave you earlier?"
"No. I need Bean's anger. It kept me going when I fought the Marionette, and I guarantee I'll need it again with whatever tomorrow brings," Lewis said, wincing.
Meanwhile, Pinkie shook her head. "I can't take it anymore!" she suddenly shouted. Everyone in the room turned to her, looking at her curiously. Pinkie shoved past Fat Man, shoved him aside, and kissed Lewis right on the lips.
When they pulled apart, she slapped him hard.
"Ouch!" Lewis groaned.
"You're an idiot Lewis Ellimist! A complete utter idiot!" she said. "Do you have any idea what I thought when I saw you come in the suite? I thought Bart had beaten you to death! I thought… I thought…"
Pinkie broke down crying, kneeling beside the couch. Fat Man and Slender glanced at each other, not saying a word. Lewis put a comforting hand on Pinkie's shoulder. "Hey, I'm ok," he said. "You know my line of work is dangerous."
"But you never tell me! You always rush in!" Pinkie said.
"She's right. One Hundred percent of injuries I treat come from you're recklessness," Fat Man offered. The couple gave him a look and Fat Man whistled innocently.
"Look, Pinkie, something is going on. I'm dang sure it's about what Val is after. I had enough on my plate with him. Now I have to face off against Bart, and you three are allowed nowhere near the contestants. Neither am I. But if Bart is going to do something, I need to be in the general area to stop him. I need your support in this."
Pinkie looked at her fiancé long and hard. "One Hawaiian Roll," she said.
"Fake butter?"
"Duh."
"Alright. I'll sneak into the pizzeria and ask Chica for one."
"Love: immediately resolved by baked goods," Fat Man said, pulling out a notebook. "Completely fascinating."
"Are you moronic fools done?" came a stern voice. Everyone turned to see Bart standing in the doorway, glaring at everyone in the room. "Lewis, I request you're presence tomorrow to introduce the challenge and to finish the challenge. That is all."
Lewis raised an eyebrow. "What ever happened to no being seen?"
"Don't question. Questions lead to violence. And your dear uncle has seen enough today," Bart said and hastily exited.
"If anything, I find you guys extremely lucky," Slender muttered. "I have to see him every few minutes. Think of the drama I go through."
"Says the guy without broken ribs," Fat Man countered.
"I never said it was physical drama."
Confessional: I can't believe it's not butter!
Fat Man: Bart is elusive, I'll give him that. He reveals nothing of his plan to anyone nor has he used the confessional. Makes me wonder if he checks these.
Lewis: Bart may control everything, but the one thing he does not have access to is the footage room. Granted, he hasn't asked, but I rest well knowing he can't look at any confessionals I make, meaning I can still check in here to update my progress.
(Angel Wing)
The teams were getting ready for sleep, and the Villainous Vultures were once again enjoying the luxury. Dakota and Izzy were currently playing Mario Cart while Alejandro stood in the kitchen. The course they were currently doing was Rainbow Road.
"No! Don't drive off that, dangit! No, no, no!" Izzy yelled at the TV.
Dakota pounded buttons and she quickly crossed the finish line. "Yes! I win!" Dakota said happily.
"Lucky. The power of the road was in you," Izzy muttered. "That stupid thing always gets in my way."
"Sorry Izzy, but the road speaks to only a few of us," Alejandro said, walking out of the kitchen. "Also, I just wanted to apologize for doubting you about your friends. They were real and we ignored you. I'm sorry."
"Oh, come on Al. I know I can be a little annoying sometimes. But thanks," Izzy said, grinning. "You're not such a bad guy."
"I'm glad that I'm succeeding in something," he said, returning the smile. "Mind if I give it a go?"
"By all means," Dakota said, getting another controller. Right then, Zeke entered the room. Izzy beamed and smirked as he entered. Zeke quickly caught this and looked at the TV.
"Again, eh? Alright. But I get the mushroom fella, eh," Zeke said and took a seat with the others.
Confessional: Those guys…
Alejandro: I have to admit, Izzy is a formidable opponent at this game. Mario Cart, that is. Dang, she knows how to use those shells…
Izzy: Zeke's fun. He knows when to give me some fun! Plus, he's kind of fitting in our weird circle now. It's nice. Too bad Val isn't here, otherwise this would be the maximum boost fun day!
Geoff and Noah were engaging in some of the most dangerous combat ever. This was a duel that would end all wars. Everything was riding on this one moment. Whoever won this would be the ruler of everything forever.
Geoff and Noah were having a staring contest.
"I've studied years in the art of mastering this challenge. I have extreme mental focus and ability. You might as well blink now," Noah said.
"On the contrary, being a party dude, I can stay awake for maximum hours," Geoff countered. "I've trained my eyes to always be open, so I can't miss any party."
The two rivals stared into each other's souls. Neither one was going to go down easy. They were sitting there for about an hour when something happened.
"NO DANGGIT! I LOST AGAIN!" came Izzy's voice from the other room. Geoff jerked his head, blinking in the process. Noah smirked, folding his arms.
"Another thing I'm good at? Not letting Izzy distract me," Noah said. "Trust me, I was relying on that actually happening."
Geoff nodded his defeat and held out his hand. Noah took it. "You're not such a bad guy Noah. You just like to annoy people too much," Geoff conceded.
"I admit, I have faults," Noah admitted. "But I have my reasons. Just like you have yours to party. It's how we are."
"Understandable," Geoff said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the green Chris Idol. "Here, you can have this thing. I can respect you now, and I think that this might better you're game. I don't think I'll need it. Play it after the popcorn is handed out. You can play it on anyone, but that's the gist."
Noah eyed the idol. "You know I don't want to be here," Noah stated.
"And I want you to stop the snarky attitude," Geoff said, placing it next to Noah. "Consider it yours, whether you want it or not. Later." Geoff stood up and took his leave, sticking Noah with something he didn't want.
Confessional: Lewis said nothing about giving that thing to someone else.
Geoff: Noah deserves that thing more than me. Besides, when it comes down to it, I don't need immunity. I'm pretty safe as it is. If Noah gets any farther, he might be a target. Plus, it's kind of revenge for him being so annoying.
Noah: Erg. I did the math and I can't go home if I own this thing. If my name isn't called, I automatically have to play it. Geoff… well played.
In a different room, Team Mr. Coconut was relaxing in their room. Mr. Coconut was charging and Trent and Sadie were watching a movie. As of now, they were watching Frozen. Sadie shivered and Trent chuckled, holding her closer.
"I thought the cold didn't bother you anyway?" Trent asked, smirking. Sadie giggled and Mr. Coconut groaned.
"This movie is so pointless," the nut muttered. "I mean, the plot is so erratic. Christoph is a random character, Elsa is psychotic, and Anna must be suffering from some amnesia. The only good character in this thing is Sven, and he's a reindeer!"
"It's not just about that," Sadie said. "It shows that women don't need men to save them. Although, I still would like Trent to save me if he needed to."
"That's another thing. Every Disney movie has some princess who needs saving in the first place. Can't we have a man in distress for once?" Mr. Coconut pointed out.
Trent chuckled lightly. "I take it you aren't a big fan of Disney," Trent guessed.
"I'm just saying Pixar is a lot more advanced and can get around a decent plot," Mr. Coconut muttered. "Although if I had to choose one good Disney movie, it'd be Tangled."
"Why didn't you speak up? We can watch that instead," Sadie suggested.
"I said if I had to pick. I'd probably still be just as critical," Mr. Coconut said.
Confessional: Possible movie critic?
Mr. Coconut: I'm just saying that most movies are bad. I've yet to find something solid that I actually enjoy and offers something useful to the world. Probably just me. Disney will probably sue me for being so critical, but what the heck? You only live once.
Sadie: I guess we all have our own opinions. Some like Disney, others don't. I find them romantic, anyway.
In the last room of the Angel Wing, Justin was the only one asleep. Duncan and Gwen were alone as Val and Scott had left. They were currently watching a horror movie.
"Why do they never run?" Gwen complained, watching boredly at the screen. "I mean, there is a crazy psycho killer walking toward you. My first instinct? Get the #$% out of there! I mean, seriously!"
"I hear you babe. No one makes good horror now a days. Surprise us!" Duncan yelled at the screen. "Oh well. Blood and gore, that's always refreshing. Must be because I'm a teenager or something."
"Must be," Gwen giggled. "But I agree. Something about horror sucks me in. It's kind of amusing."
"I wholeheartedly agree," Duncan agreed.
Confessional: Must be movie night or something.
Gwen: It's nice just to sit back and watch movies for once. Duncan's not worried, I'm not worried, and everything is fine. We're in a solid spot, so no worries.
(Demon Wing)
The Heroic Hamsters were yet again faced with the dreaded Demon Wing. At present, Team Cody was talking about the latest elimination. "I don't get it. We had the votes on Larry. Why did Brick go?" Cody asked.
"Maybe because he was an arrogant and cocky leader who cost us the challenge?" Harold suggested. "Sorry, but I couldn't stand by and let us fall so easily. Voting off Brick was my best option."
Cody and B looked looked at each other. "Um… Harold… wasn't that a little mean?" Cody said. "I mean, sure, Brick got cocky and his fear was involved, but we tend to act that way from fear. It's natural. Are you saying if ninjas were involved last challenge that you wouldn't behave like Brick?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Harold said. "I don't let my actions affect my team. If I'm scared, fine. Better to have my team win and suffer then be comfortable and lose."
"Where's Bridgette? What's her stand on this?" Cody asked.
"Who knows? She left a while ago. I'm not arguing. This place is hell," he muttered. "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up later." Harold laid down a slept.
"I'm starting to think the wrong guy left," Cody told B, who nodded his agreement.
Confessional: A lot of fans would think so too.
B: This might sound a little self-conceited, but I'm in a good spot here on my team. See, Brick injured himself. I feel bad for the guy, but he was the obvious boot. Now, Harold is making himself a target. Not to mention Beth is still a target from on Team Katie. I might win this time around.
Cody: B isn't really a voice of justice I would like, but he's a smart guy who keeps me sane right now. We've been crippled big time with the loss of Brick. I don't want to cut Harold, but it seems more and more likely. We'll have to see who wins the challenge.
Team Katie was much chiller. The two couples, while suffering from the heat, were playing a game of 'What Your Other Likes'. Currently, Tyler was guessing Lindsey's favorite type of fruit.
"Hmm… you really seem to like oranges," Tyler guessed.
"Yay! You got it right!"
"DJ, you're turn," Katie said.
DJ thought for a moment, trying to think hard. "Do you like… kiwis?"
"Nope," Katie said. "Grapefruit. It's an acquired taste, but I love it. It tastes so good."
"Not something I'm used to, but that's the thing. None of this couple stuff is something I'm used to," DJ chuckled. "But I'm getting by just fine."
"Yes you are. Just wait. It gets better," Katie said, smirking evilly.
"So, how's Sadie going? I haven't seen her since… a long time, actually," Tyler said.
Katie suddenly look sad and looked a little distant. "I haven't seen her recently… we were separated by the teams. But we'll meet up again soon. We've gotten this far, so we just have a little ways to go."
"Merge should be getting closer," DJ admitted. "I'm thinking it might be the final twelve. I could be wrong though, so don't hold me to it."
"Yeah… we just need to keep going," Katie said, looking confident. "I can get there, peace of cake. I just need a little help, that's all."
"Don't worry, me and Linds have you're back," Tyler affirmed.
"Yay! Double date!" Lindsey exclaimed. Both couples laughed.
Confessional: Keep moving forward. I was required by law to say that eventually.
Katie: DJ's a good boyfriend, always keeping me happy. Maybe we can go meet Sadie tomorrow. I hope she's been doing ok. It's been rough not being able to talk to her.
Lindsey: Did you know Tyler's favorite color was red? I totally didn't know that!
The final group in the Demon Wing was Team Larry. Mike had once again left mysteriously so it left the two girls and Larry alone. Larry was both looking concerned and worried while Dawn looked guilty. "I just don't get it," Larry muttered. "Shrub is nowhere to be found and I was almost eliminated. I can understand why, but this makes no sense."
"Most things don't," Zoey muttered. "Ok, is it just me, or am I really the only one effected by this room?"
"Just you," Dawn said quietly. "I'm at calm with my…" she winces but quickly recovers, ",,, mind and I can't feel the pain in this room."
"Are you doing alright?" Larry asked. "I've noticed you've been way off since the challenge. What did you see in those things?"
"Pain… anger… darkness… everything evil you can imagine," Dawn shuddered. "Especially considering those things. The myths about the children? Those things did that. Granted not here, not recently, but those things killed children. And considering I'm…" Dawn caught herself and continued, "Anyway, point is, I didn't enjoy that experience."
"I bet," Larry muttered. "Well, I'll try to help you avoid things like that again. I didn't mean to get caught and expose you to something like that. I promise I'll improve."
"Thanks Larry. Oh… and I want to apologize. I voted for you since I was kind of off about the whole thing," Dawn admitted.
"One vote from Dawn against all the mistakes for the show. I think that's a lax punishment," Larry muttered. "I'm going to go try and find Shrub. I'll see you two in the morning." Larry stood up and made his way out of the room.
"Am I still the legit only person still complaining?" Zoey asked.
Confessional: I'd complain if I had to sleep there too.
Zoey: Seriously, I think that room affects me badly. I just feel… yuck. But anyway, I hope the team isn't falling apart again. That would most definitely be bad.
Larry: Time to find my mysteriously vanished pet.
Dawn: After Zoey finally fell asleep, I slipped out of my room. I really need to check with Fat Man. Those souls… whatever it is, I don't think they effected my health in a good way.
(Main Lobby)
Bridgette had made her way back to the main lobby. She didn't know why, but she felt as if she needed to go there. Once there, she noticed two other people already there. She walked up to them.
"Glad to see you came," 'Mike' said, his hair down. "I've arranged it so that Beth came here as well. Sorry to spoil our 'fun'."
"Don't talk gross. I don't need to hear it," Beth muttered.
"I take it you wanted to talk votes first, snuggle later?" Bridgette asked.
"Yes and no. First off, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mal," Mal said, smirking evilly. "Second, let me get something straight. I'm not Mike. I will do whatever it takes to get the million. Even backstab the two of you. That said, there's someone I need to meet on the other team."
"I don't care about you're sob story," Beth grumbled. "Get to why I'm here."
Mal very quickly and very suddenly grabbed Beth by the neck and started choking her. Beth gasped and wheezed until Mal let go. "Third, I control both of you now," Mal snarled. "Now, before I was interrupted, I need to say this. I can only come out at night. That's my trigger. Until I devise a way to keep me out permanently, I need you two to keep an eye on Mike. Tell me who his connections are. Everything I need to know to crush who he is."
"Simple. He has a blasted girlfriend and two best friends. They're on the same team together," Beth grumbled.
"Good start. Plan on the next elimination that we vote the girlfriend. It seems that, if I'm quick, I'll be able to take over precisely when Mike votes. Understand?" Mal said.
"Yep! Now can we snuggle or what?" Bridgette asked.
"I'll give you more than snuggle. Beth, leave," Mal said, taking off his shirt and taking a jagged breath.
"Ugh, whatever," Beth muttered and left.
Confessional: Naughty!
Bridgette: (She smirks.) Huh. Vito's actually really good at heavy make out sessions. That got my heart racing.
Beth: Gross.
Mike: Huh? How did I get out here? I don't remember anything and I'm starting to freak a little!
(Hallway to Lewis' Suite)
Dawn had made her way up to the floor where Lewis was staying. She was hoping Fat Man was around to check her out without Bart knowing. She turned the corner, almost to the suite, when she bumped into…
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Bart himself.
"Who the… you childish brat!" he raged. "Do you have any idea the order I am trying to establish? You are not allowed to be here and I hereby ban you from seeing anyone in this family for the remainder of you're stay."
"But Bart, you don't understand, I need Fat Man. Something's wrong with the…" Dawn pleaded.
"NO! As you're step-grandfather, I hereby demand you never see a doctor for as long as you step foot in this hotel! Do you understand me, #$%?" Bart growled.
Dawn had tears in her eyes but she nodded. She quickly made her way back to the elevator she had taken and went down. Bart grumbled something unheard and walked off. From the shadows, Alejandro peaked out.
"What was that about?" he asked quietly.
Confessional: If we knew, you would too.
Dawn: (Crying.) I hope its ok…
Alejandro: Dawn has medical needs? I wonder what for. She seems healthy. Maybe… hang on… what were those thing we used in the photo bomb challenge? Perception filters? Maybe whatever's wrong is being blocked by one of those. (He shakes his head.) What am I thinking? That's her business, not mine. Still… why is it Bart and Leroy hate her so much? What could she have possibly done?
(Somewhere in the Demon Wing)
To not arouse any suspicion, Val and Scot both went over to the Demon Wing to discuss a few things. Currently they were in a part of the hotel yet to be discovered. It was a hallway, but it was unused and didn't seem to have been for ages.
"Ah, now this feels like home," Val said, stretching his arms.
"Been a while?" Scott asked.
"A long while. I haven't seen Hell for about five years now. I've been a bit occupied," Val said. "But anyway, to business. We last talked two days ago. Since then, I've retrieved valuable information from Izzy."
"Funny. I was going to say the same thing about Dawn," Scott smirked. Val cocked an eyebrow so Scott continued, "I didn't get anything solid, as she did not know the firewall password. But, I managed to get a hint. It's the name of his purple gun. Help?"
"Very. With the information I collected, I might be able to figure that out," Val said with a nod. "Izzy stole Lewis' journal. I haven't read the extent of it, but he gives key info about certain things. I know now that the item will be relocated here in precisely three days, directly after Bart is removed from the host job. I do believe that I am still unequipped for it, as I still lack some things."
"Such as?" Scott asked.
"I need a demon in a mortal body," Val explained. "It's a tip from Leroy. The object is inaccessible to anyone unless they fit that criteria."
"Can't help you there. I'm a mortal, remember?" Scott said.
"True. You're here mostly to help me strategize and keep me in the game. Although Dawn being useful to you might come in handy for information later. Any reason why your blackmailing her?" Val asked.
"Not so fast. I'll reveal that when I feel the time is right," Scott smirked. "But don't worry. When I do tell you, I'm sure it'll make you pleased, considering you're fear."
Val raised another eyebrow but said nothing more on the subject. "Alright then. If that is all…"
"Hold on, one last thing," Scott said. "You were on her team before the swap. Do you know what it is between Dakota and that bracelet?"
Val smirked. "So, you caught on too? I'm not aware of the extent, but I'm afraid we'll need to find out fast. As it turns out, Dakota might just know about me via Discord."
"Helpful guy. Gave me this," Scott said, showing Val the Blue Chris Idol.
"Intriguing. Although not unexpected. Another reason I chose you as an ally was that you're a skilled idol hunter. Feel free to keep your prize all to yourself and use it how you see fit. But do keep an eye out for the Pinkie Idol, as it would highly benefit my game," Val said.
"You're the boss," Scott shrugged. "Anyway, about Dakota."
"Ah, yes. Dakota is a problem, that's for sure. But if I take her out, Izzy'll look suspicious. And Izzy is basically my way in through Lewis. Well, the easiest way. No, that secret would provide everything I need to keep myself in a good spot. Until then, I suggest I lay low."
"Good plan. I'll handle the votes and strategy, you handle the robbery," Scott said. "I'm thinking that I plant a drama bomb on our own team. Not to arouse suspicion of us, but to keep the targets off our backs."
Val nodded. "Feel free to choose any of the three. My plan works every which way at this point. I will calculate the angel based of this next elimination. Find me when we lose and let me know how you decided. I believe we are done."
"Righty oh. You head to bed. I'll sneak around for one of those idol thingies," Scott said. Val nodded and both took their separate ways. What neither one knew is that someone was watching them from the shadows.
Confessional: That was a long meeting. Two whole pages!
Vallowsmeir: I have no regrets teaming up with this human. They have their uses. Scott especially. I can see using him in the future, after I begin my rule.
Larry: I only caught the ending of Val's and Scott's convo clearly, but I heard bits before. Something about this is off. Scott doesn't seem at all nice to Dawn, and Val doesn't seem as nice as he seems. Makes me wish I heard the whole thing better.
(Next Morning: Lewis' Suite)
Pinkie was alone in Lewis' suite. Lewis and Bart were about to introduce the next challenge and Slender was off getting ready for a day with Bart. Fat Man had suddenly had a breakthrough with something he couldn't tell Pinkie about and he was busy following it up. Thus, she was alone.
"Ah, now we can't do our chores together like we said we would," Pinkie pouted. She sighed and stood from the couch. "Oh well, I might as well start…"
"Hold on there lassy. Ye can't start the fun without this ol' sea dog and his crew," someone from the door. Pinkie looked to find it was Foxy and the gang, all with grins on their faces. Pinkie's face nearly exploded with her smile.
"OMC!" she exclaimed, rushing up to them and hugging them all at once. "I can't believe all of you are here! Right now!"
"Of course we are. Lewis invited us to keep you company," Freddy said, straightening himself when Pinkie put him down. "We heard you had some chores do to?"
Pinkie's grin grew. "Oh, you don't know the half of it! Most of it is wedding stuff, since it's so close! Oh, one of the chores is invitations, but, spoiler alert, you're all invited."
"Can a certain sea dog bring a date?" Foxy asked, eyeing Bonnie. The bunny girl blushed and looked away.
"Duh! What else why would I invite you, silly? The point of weddings is to spread love!" Pinkie said. "Tell you what. Each of you can help me with a chore. Chica can help me bake, Foxy can score us dinner registrations, Freddy can help me with invitations, and Bonnie can prepare the best man speech."
"Isn't that kind of for the best man? Who's actually a man?" Bonnie grumbled.
"Fine, you can help me…play Go Fish?"
"Better."
Confessional: This is going to end so well…
Foxy: (Looks around the confessional. So, the be ye the thing that allows the audience to see me confess me sins, savvy? Not at all what I be expecting, but efficient enough for an old pirate.
Bonnie: Foxy's always like that. He doesn't mean any of it. We're just really, really good friends. (She's blushing.)
Chica: (She eeps and hides behind her hands.)
Freddy: Pinkie and I get along in the way that we both play a mean game of Go Fish. I believe we're at a stalemate, her and me. This shall be a challenge, but this old bear believes he has this.
Pinkie: Eee! All my friends are going to help me with chores! I'm so nervousited! Although, what should I do with Bonnie… Oh! I know! She can help me plan the perfect prank against the best man! Speaking of, who has Lewis picked? I actually don't remember him mentioning it.
(Lobby)
In the lobby, Beth was sitting alone at her table. Nothing interesting was going on, and she was bored. Finally, Lindsey came over and sat next to her. Bet thought for a moment and then made her move. "So, Lindsey, who you voting for next?"
"Um… I'm not all to sure. Maybe the head again, like you did this time?" Lindsey asked.
"I have a better idea. Why not him?" Beth suggested. Lindsey followed Beth's finger to where it pointed. It was right at Tyler.
"Isn't that Tyler?" Lindsey asked.
Dang, she's smarter than she was, Beth thought. "No, that's… someone who looks like Tyler. He's not the actual Tyler. He's somewhere else."
"Oh. In that case, sure. I'll vote for him!" Lindsey said happily, making Beth smirk.
Confessional: Diabolical!
Beth: What can I say? I hate the girl, but I know how to manipulate people.
Lindsey: Although, he sure acts like Tyler. He even booped my nose. Only Tyler can boop my nose! I wonder if Beth is right about this.
In another part of the lobby, Zeke sat alone as well. He didn't mind though. Everyone was busy with someone else and he was just fine eating alone. However, before he could get entirely used to it, Noah sat down by him soon after.
"Hey," Noah said.
"Hello, eh," Zeke said. "Been a while since we've talked."
"Yep. I've been busy with… other less important things," Noah said, wincing. "Hey look. You've been wanting to fit in and stay on Total Drama as long as possible, right?"
"Yeah, eh. It's been my goal to be here for as long as possible," Zeke said.
"Well, how would you like to be even more secure?"
"How do you mean, eh?"
Noah quickly pulled out the Green Chris Idol. Zeke gasped but kept quiet. Noah passed it over and Zeke hid it in his pocket. "Play it after the popcorn is all passed out. That's the key thing. You can save anyone, but the primary thing here is that it can save you too. Just so you can stay longer," Noah said.
"Thanks eh. You're a good person," Zeke nodded.
"On the contrary, I'm on the villains team for a reason," Noah muttered.
Confessional: Aw! Noah's sweet!
Ezekiel: With an idol in my hands now, eh, I think I got this. With a little help from Izzy and Noah, I should be good to go.
Noah: Don't give me sappy crap. I didn't do it in his best interests. Ok, fine, I did do it because I actually cared, but only because now I can leave once I rack up enough votes. Ok?
It wasn't long before Bart and Lewis entered the room. Everyone noticed that Lewis looked like a train hit him and Dawn was worried the most. But nothing about Lewis' condition was said when Bart spoke. "I've noticed a lot of things last night, and not any of them were made clear," he said. "When you are not eating, challenging, or voting, you are to be confined to your rooms. Do I make myself clear?"
"Nope, because half this contest is being free," Lewis said.
"You have no right to speak," Bart grumbled. "Now then…"
"Hold on, this wasn't settled," Lewis interrupted. "The contestants do as they please. You can't regulate them."
"You. Are. Not. In. Charge!" Bart snapped angrily. He steeped to face Lewis and reached for his pocket. Lewis chuckled, making Bart stop.
"Reckless," he said in a sing-song voice. Bart stopped and growled.
"Belay that last rule," Bart muttered. "But heed this one. I am reminding you that all contact to every blasted member of staff is prohibited. Fat Man is only to be seen by my approval. Am I clear on this rule?"
"Why? Is it any personal bias against certain contestants?" Alejandro asked.
"That doesn't concern you. I'm actually quite shocked you are concerned. Because you don't care. You never have and seeing that you do strikes a nerve: is this just a way to compensate for the pain?" Bart said. Alejandro had nothing more to say to that, but kept his glare fueled. "Anyway, it's time for the challenge. Lewis will accompany us. Follow us down the street to a factory the works here."
Confessional: Bart sure knows his way around words.
Alejandro: I had to try, right? Whatever he's doing to Dawn is wrong. She doesn't deserve this torment. I have no freaking clue what happened, but I don't care. I'm helping her, whatever it takes.
Dawn: Why did Alejandro stand up to Bart like that? It makes no rational sense. He has no medical issues that I see now or in his aura. Which has been very hard to read lately. (She blushes.) Not that I've been checking or anything!
Lewis: He's not really straight. He changes his mind too sporadically. Which would be better if I knew where it was going to be changed to. Like this challenge. We're going to a company that manufacture many things, weapons included. Hopefully Neil will be firm on the Hide and Go Seek challenge we have planned.
(NAIL Industries)
With a short walk, the contestants had walked past the edge of town to a large building the size of several factories. The contestants and the two hosts met up at the main doors with a young man waiting. The young man had a grey business suit and a regular dark blue tie. He had neatly combed brown hair and light blue eyes. He had a smile on his face.
"Welcome to Non-Artificial Intelligent Linguistics," the man said. "My name is Neil. I'm the Assistant CEO of this company and I will be showing you to the challenge area. Follow me."
"Hold on. I've changed things up since the contract with Lewis," Bart said, stopping Neil from going forward. Neil stopped, turned back around, and cocked his head curiously at Bart.
"I'm sorry, I believe I heard you wrong," Neil said curiously. "I was told we were playing Hide and Seek in the shipping room."
"We had a sudden change in the plan," Bart grumbled. "Lewis, talk to this guy and keep him occupied. I know the way to the challenge. Contestants, follow me."
"Bart, what are you pulling?" Lewis hissed. "Follow the script, would you?"
"I will not keep repating myself Lewis. You are dismissed until after the challenge. Keep this poor excuse for a human occupied until I get back," he grunted.
Bart and the contestants entered the factory. Neil looked really confused and turned to Lewis, who looked suspicious. "I'm not quite certain of what just happened," Neil said, confused.
"You know what? Neither am I," Lewis muttered. "Neil, you're the Assistant CEO of this company. Think you can let me in the security room?"
"I am uncertain as to why, but yes, I may," Neil nodded. Lewis and Neil both walked into the factory, not knowing what was going to happen.
Confessional: Robbing a bank… except doing absolutely none of that.
Lewis: I knew this was a bad idea. Neil's a pal of mine from back when I lived here. Yes, I lived here. Not really a surprise. Neil's one of the experiments from this industry unit. NAIL Industries specifies in creating human life, only mechanical. Kind of like the synths, only they were created entirely different. Point is, he's an ally here. If Bart goes nosing around the company, not only am I screwed, but he might get deactivated for helping me. My goal here is to figure out what the heck the challenge is so I can determine what Bart is going to do.
(Containment Room)
Bart had led the contestants to an isolated room. There were guards everywhere, but they paid little mind to Bart. Mostly because he kept flashing something at them, but no one could clearly see what it was.
"This, contestants, is your real challenge," Bart said. "All you guys have to do… is run."
"Huh?" was most of the contestants responses.
"I think you heard me quite well. Run," Bart said simply. "Last team with every single contestant still standing wins. Loser votes someone out. I'm praying it's the Heroic Hamsters and that #$% #$%."
"Enough," Alejandro said sternly, stepping out from the crowd. Bart looked at him coldly. "You know, you're more bias than you step-son. You don't want to be fired, do you?"
"Rockets of Shame look very appealing," Bart said. "Back off."
"You know what? Make me," Alejandro snapped.
There came a voice from the crowd that stunned pretty much everyone. "Al, please stop," Dawn said. Alejandro looked at her for a moment before sighing. He did as Bart asked.
" #$%," Bart muttered. "You'll pay for standing up to me. In fact… run."
With no warning, Bart slammed his fist onto a button next to two giant metal grey doors. All the guards in the room suddenly sprung to action, but Bart quickly pulled something from his jacket. A can of spray. With a click, he disappeared in a puff a smoke.
"Kids, run!" a guard yelled as he bolted into the room that was opening. The contestants looked briefly inside to see a snowman shaped thing with three eyes and weird red and green markings on the front of its body looking at them. They all screamed and made a break for it.
Confessional: Whatever happen to the light hearted challenges?
Vallowsmeir: Holy #$%. They have that? Here? That's a demon's plaything! We use them to teach demons how to move fast. How did one get on Earth? Hold on a moment… those dreams that have been disrupted. Could that be why it's here? Well, whoever owns the thing, I think I can out-maneuver it. It's on a dim setting from what I can tell. The guards don't seem to know that. It won't kill, just knock out. Luck for us it's almost out of battery.
Dawn: (She's pale.) That thing didn't have an aura… but I felt it had a soul. What is Bart messing with?
(Camera Room)
Both Neil and Lewis had made it to the camera room. For some reason, Slender had beaten them to it. "Bart asked me to remain here," he explained. "The challenge is to escape from that thing." Slender pointed to the object in question on the screen, it unmoving.
"But… that's the unidentified object we picked up decades ago," Neil said. "It's been in that room since we put it inside. We've been studying it, but it's never got out."
Lewis looked at the camera a moment before freezing. "That's… a Voodoo Hacksaw Doll," Lewis said, paling quickly. "Those… those things are found in only one place in the universe."
"Hold on. A what now?" Slender asked.
"It's a demon child's toy. They use them to teach demons to be quick and hone their unblinking ability," Lewis explained. "Val would know what it is too. Bart is playing with fire here. Those things are extremely dangerous. You guys are dang lucky that it's on its lowest setting."
"Is it bad?" Neil asked.
"No, not as bad as it could be," Lewis muttered. "But Bart got away. He's either somewhere in this factory or a distraction. Slender, check the hotel. Completely. I want eyes on Bart and I want them fast."
"Done," Slender said and vanished.
"What is out instruction?" Neil asked.
Lewis reached into his suit and pulled out his two pistols. "We fight the Doll and have a play-date," Lewis said. "We go in guns a blaze."
BN: And thus begins the next chapter in the Bart arc. Hopefully it's not getting too dark for you guys. I planned this to be one of the darkest parts in the story. (If not the biggest.) I just hope that it's not turning you guys off too much. I also hope this isn't your expectation for the rest of the story. I'm taking a risk with this arc, but I'm loving it, so I hope you guys are too. Until the next update! (Which might be sooner than later, who knows!)
Next Time: Lewis and Neil track down Bart somewhere inside the company. The contestants try to avoid the Doll, but a lot of them fail in their attempts. Also, something very shocking and dark happens after the challenge. Oh, and Pinkie and the Synths do chores… nothing good will come of this. I keep forgetting, someone else takes the Rockets of Shame.