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Last time, on Total Drama Chaos! We had the most brain twisting, frustration inducing challenge ever! A riddle challenge! Some, like the nerds, Courtney and Jo, excelled. Others, not so much…our resident MPD Mike/Kasimar/his other personalities that no one cares about made a deal that made Kasimar the main brochacho until the end of the contest. Good timing too as, by coincidence, everyone decided it was his time to leave. He pulled the old "Switcheroo" and while Mike's personality may be gone, Kasimar and the body he's in are not. To add to that, Tyler got an idol to bring someone back. He chose Lindsay…what a shocker. Anyways, for the first time in a LONG time we're up a player from the last episode. Its time for another VR challenge, and it's sure to be explosive! Find out whose going home this time, on Total! Drama! Chaos!
The birds chirped merrily as the sun rose on another day at Wawanakwa.
Chris yawned as he reclined in his trailer. He glanced at his Unobtanium-plated clock. "It's already 8:30?" He yelped. "Damnit! Where's my air horn?" After a few minutes of frantic searching, he found it. "Oh thank goodness." He sighed. He ran out side and threw it an intern. "You! Go wake the contestants up, NOW!"
The intern scrambled towards the cabins with the air horn. He ran first to the boys cabin, kicking the door down and blaring the air horn. He did the same to the girls cabin, which proved to be a bad mistake for the rookie.
"EEEEEERRRRRRNNNN!" The air horn blared inside the girls cabin.
Eva and Jo's eyes snapped open. They sat up at the same time and turned their heads to snarl at the intern.
"I'm going for the legs!" Eva yelled.
"I'm going for the arms!" Jo screamed.
The poor intern could only scream as the two fearsome women leapt on him and proceeded to beat the shit out of him.
(Confessional: Nameless intern.)
Nameless Intern: I quit! *He sniffles*
(End Confessional: Nameless intern.)
"What was all that commotion? And who was that guy? He didn't look like Crass or Crepe." Lindsay observed.
"No clue." Jo shrugged. "All I know is he pissed me off." She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "I guess that was McLame's way of telling us its breakfast time."
"Good." Izzy beamed. "I'm starved…and a genius!"
(Confessional: Izzy.)
Izzy: I KNEW there was something up with Mike! I knew it! Because duh! *She chuckles.* It was so totally obvious! *She stops smiling, and looks at the camera with a raised eyebrow.* What do you mean, I didn't expose him? Well, I still knew, sorta. Don't ruin my moment!
(End Confessional: Izzy.)
Tyler hummed to himself as he adjusted his headband in the mirror of the dudes cabin.
"What's got you so happy, eh?" Ezekiel asked, adjusting his toque.
Justin slung an arm around the jock. "Isn't it obvious." He made a kissy face. "His iddy-biddy-Windzee is back!"
"Shut up." Tyler chuckled, shrugging out of Justin's grasp.
"You know a couple is in good shape when their combined IQ is exceeded by my dog." Noah remarked from his bunk.
"Sounds like someones just jealous." Harold teased.
Trent laughed. "Coming from the single guy."
"You're single too!" Harold shot back.
Realization dawned on Trent's face. "Oh yeah…" He then started laughing, and soon all the guys were laughing. Well, all but one, because he was absent.
"Can you guys shut the hell up?" Kasimar snapped, stalking to his bunk and throwing a pair of jeans on.
"Someone's a little bitter they're going to be voted out next." Noah snarked.
Kasimar growled. "That's what you think. And if anyones going to be voted out its going to be that scheming piece of…ah, but I shouldn't say anymore. Not my style." He finished with a grin that caused all the laughter to stop and everyone to look at the scumbag.
"Whatever, can you just leave?" Justin asked. He flicked his hands forward. "Shoo! Shoo! Out, bad dog!"
Kasimar growled again.
"Don't growl, bad dog!" Justin laughed again. Trent and Tyler joined in laughing while Noah offered a dry chuckle.
Kasimar seethed in anger and left the cabin.
(Confessional: Trent.)
Trent: The bros are going to have a rocking party one that asshole Kasimar is out of here. Hopefully he won't last too much longer.
(End Confessional: Trent.)
"Well, anyways, I gotta go meet Lindsay and eat breakfast quickly. We're going to be hanging out before the challenge." Tyler says dreamily.
Noah mimicked squealing like a pleasured girl. "Oh yes! Yes!…are you Tyler?." He mocked, causing the other guys to laugh.
"Shut up!" Tyler said, but he was smiling. "She remembers my name."
"Wanna bet?" Harold asked.
"Dishes for a week." Tyler smirked.
Noah rolled his eyes. "Assuming you make it that long."
"You got yourself a deal." Trent smirked.
"I hear her and Izzy talking now." Ezekiel said. "They're heading to the Mess Hall."
"I have an idea." Harold smirked. He threw open the door and waved to Izzy and Lindsay. "Hey Lindsay!"
"Hey Horace!" Lindsay chirped back.
"Good idea!" Trent smirked. He joined Harold at the door. "Hey Lindsay!"
"Hey Terrance!"
"Morning, Lindsay!"
"Hey Evangelico!"
"What's up Lindsay?"
"Hey James!"
"Hi, Lindsay."
"Hey Norbert!"
"Step aside." Tyler grinned, shoving through the crowd of guys that had gathered at the steps. "Hey Lindsay!" He called happily.
"Eee! Tyler!" Lindsay cheered, making all the guys groan. She ran over and gave him a hug. "Let's go get some breakfast."
"Sounds cool." Tyler smiled, sticking his tongue out at the guys. He was cool for two seconds, until Lindsay took that as a green light to stick her tongue down his throat in a make out session. Tyler hacked and coughed all the way to the Mess Hall amidst the laughter of the guys and the apologies of his model girlfriend.
(Confessional: Harold.)
Harold: *Chuckling*.
(End Confessional: Harold.)
(Confessional: Trent.)
Trent: *Holding his sides, crying with laughter.*
(End Confessional: Trent.)
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: *Smirking*. That was worth it.
(End Confessional: Noah.)
Soon enough everyone was in the Mess Hall, eating the usual scrambled eggs and toast. Lindsay was sitting in Tyler's lap, Dakota was shooting death glares at Kasimar, Courtney, Eva and Harold were all sitting together, as were Noah and Gwen and Justin and Trent. Ezekiel just sat there awkwardly picking his nose whilst Izzy prodded at her food halfheartedly. Jo sat by herself getting ready for the competition by shoveling food into her mouth.
"I can't believe this Kassy-whatever guy has been playing us all!" Dakota exclaimed loudly, hoping to focus more negative attention on the alternate personality.
Kasimar looked up from his eggs and scowled at the blonde. "Just you wait." He said sinisterly.
Dakota rolled her eyes and huffed, crossing her arms and looking away, but on the inside she was not so confident.
(Confessional: Dakota.)
Dakota: *She looks slightly worried.* What did he mean by that? *She takes a deep breath.* Whatever, it doesn't really matter. I'm still going to crush this competition! As long as I remain in the dark then my way to the money is clear!
(End Confessional: Dakota.)
(Confessional: Kasimar.)
Kasimar: *Chuckling sinisterly.* Things are about to get fun…for me, of course. And only me.
(End Confessional: Kasimar.)
"So, who is our next target? After Kasimar, of course." Eva asked her two alliance mates.
Harold shrugged to signify he wasn't bothered, and Courtney tapped her hand to her chin thoughtfully. "I don't know." She admitted. "Jo would be a pretty good target, no?"
Eva shrugged. "Sure. Though I think it would be smart to get Gwen, Izzy, Trent and Justin out of here fairly soon. Then we keep the weaklings like Noah, Dakota, Lindsay and Tyler around so we can crush them whenever we need to."
"Sounds like a plan." Harold nodded as Courtney smirked appreciatively.
Over at the other side of the Mess Hall, Noah and Gwen were deep in a strategic conversation.
"You still haven't heard the final call from Justin and Trent?" Noah asked, irked.
Gwen sighed, just as frustrated. "No, not yet. I'm hoping they get back to us soon because if they do decide to join then we can dominate this game."
"Especially with Lindsay's entrance into the game." Noah pointed out.
Gwen scanned the Mess Hall. "Speaking of Lindsay, where are her and Tyler?"
The egghead shrugged. "Don't know and don't care. They've been separated for a pretty long time. Let them have their fun."
"Did someone say 'Fun'?" Chris cackled as he entered the Mess Hall. "Because that's exactly what this challenge is going to be!" He looked around the Mess Hall. "Wait, where are Tyler and Lindsay?"
"Probably sucking face somewhere." Justin sighed. "Lucky bastard. I miss my Annie."
Chris was annoyed. "Well they need to get here!" He pulled out a walkie talkie and radioed an intern. The same intern from earlier that morning, now on crutches, staggered into the Mess Hall.
"Go find Tyler and Lindsay." The host commanded.
The intern nervously nodded, and upon seeing the death glares he was receiving from Jo and Eva, quickly hobbled out. Within minutes he was back with the couple, who were both red in the face and looking very pleased with themselves.
"Don't wanna know." Chris said as the two sat down. "Now, it's time for your next VR challenge!"
"Awesome!" Harold pumped his fists. "These always seem suitable to my skills."
"I will not be explaining the challenge though." Chris continued. "It will be more suitable to my very experienced friend…Grand Master Chef!"
The campers groaned as Chef barreled into the Mess Hall, dressed as a military soldier.
"YOU WILL BE GOING INTO WAR, SOLDIERS!" Chef bellowed. "I AM HERE TO PREPARE YOU ON WHAT IS TO COME."
The campers all waited expectantly to hear what the supposed 'expert' had to say.
"RULE NUMBER ONE: DON'T GET DEAD!" The cook screamed. "RULE NUMBER TWO: DON'T LOSE! RULE NUMBER THREE: OBEY RULES NUMBER ONE AND NUMBER TWO! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Most of the campers saluted.
Chef calmed down. "Good. Now follow me to the VR room, where I will explain the more specific rules of the challenge."
"Then what was that whole rule display for?" Ezekiel asked, confused.
"I just like yelling at you maggots." The cook chuckled. "It entertains me. Now get in line and follow me!"
The campers grudgingly got in a line, heading to the vast dome-shaped building that was the VR station.
"In! In! in!" Chef barked. "Move soldiers, move!"
The campers entered and were surprised to see a familiar face.
"Brick? What are you doing here?" Jo grinned.
Brick turned a light pink. "Just here for a few minutes to help with the challenge rules. I am the most qualified to do so for this challenge."
"Damn straight!" Chef barked. "Now all you maggots strap yourselves in while I pull up the training simulation."
The fourteen campers and Brick did as they were told and strapped themselves in (though Lindsay did need some help from Tyler).
Chef unlocked the case with the challenge discs and pulled out one that was labeled. "War VR challenge." Or at least he thought he did. He popped the disc into the machine and the campers were transported into the challenge…kind of.
"What the actual fuck?" Was all Noah had to say.
The area they were in was filled with rainbows and ponies. The sun had Chef's face on it and all the tree and plants had smiley faces on it. The words: "Welcome back Chef, this is your 8,813th visit" were in smoke writing up in the bright blue sky.
"I, uh, think I put the wrong disc in." Chef sighed as he stood next to the campers with a huge assault rifle on his back.
The campers were too terrified to even laugh at the cook, the world was that bizarre. Chef quickly unhooked them from the game.
Eva unstrapped herself and ran outside, vomiting hard into the bushes.
"My eyes! My eyes!" Justin was bellowing, thrashing in his straps.
"It wasn't real…it wasn't real." Gwen was whimpering to herself.
Kasimar was in total shock, just staring blankly at the ceiling.
"What? I thought it was kind of cute." Ezekiel smiled.
"Y'all need to shut the hell up!" Chef snapped, completely embarrassed. "None of y'all saw that or we're going to have a serious problem, you hear me!?"
No one had any arguments, they all wanted to forget they ever saw the horrors of Chef's fantasy.
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: I wish I had some cyanide…I really do. Or a shotgun, so I could shatter that disc into quadrillions of microscopic flakes of useless horrifying dust.
(End Confessional: Noah.)
(Confessional: Courtney.)
Courtney: *In the fetal position, whispering* So…many…years…of…therapy…
(End Confessional: Courtney.)
(Confessional: Chef.)
Chef: *Bawling* Why can't it be real? WHAAA-HAAA-HYYY!?
(End Confessional: Chef.)
Chef took the utmost care to make sure he had the correct VR disc, and inserted it into the machine once everyone was strapped back in.
"Ah, good. The correct one." Chef smiled.
The fourteen contestants, Brick and Chef were sitting in a vast white plain with nothing on it as far as the eye could see.
"This is pretty creepy." Trent noted, tapping what appeared to be solid ground underneath his feet.
"Just shut up and listen." Chef snapped. He addressed all campers. "This challenge is known as Find and Dismantle. Here's how it works. The teams will be seven on seven. First team to win two rounds wins the challenge. Everything clear so far?"
"Two teams of seven and best of three rounds, right?" Jo clarified.
"Exactly." Chef nodded. "Now, each round, one team will be the defenders, and the other will be the attackers." He snapped his fingers and a whiteboard appeared out of nowhere and a dry erase marker appeared in his hand. He started drawing.
"Team Attackers have the bomb." He explained, drawing an A with a little bomb next to it. They have to plant the bomb at the bomb site, which looks like this. He drew a big black box with a radioactive symbol on it. Team Defenders, on the other hand…" He drew a D. "They have to prevent Team Attackers from planting the bomb, and if they do plant, they have thirty seconds to defuse it."
"We don't know who to plant or defuse bombs, though." Courtney pointed out.
Chef rolled his eyes and snapped his finger again, and a dark grey briefcase appeared in his hands. He opened it and showed it to the contestants. There was a big green button on the left that said: "ARM." and a big green button on the right that said: "DEFUSE."
"Simple enough." Harold smiled.
"How do you win this thing?" Kasimar interrupted.
"Good question, maggot." Chef smirked. "There are two ways to win this game. Way Number One is to eliminate all members from the opposing team. You only have one life so don't do anything stupid. Way Number Two is a little more tricky and will have to wait until I explain the next part. Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded.
"Now, onto the mechanics of the game. Attackers have five minutes to plant the bomb. If they do not do that in the five minutes, the Attackers lose. If the Attackers plant the bomb and the Defenders defuse it, the Attackers lose. The Defenders have to defend the bomb from being planted for five minutes. If the bomb gets planted they have 45 seconds to defuse it. However, if the bomb gets planted and the Defenders kill everyone on the Attackers team, the bomb still has to be defused. If the bomb goes off, the Defenders lose. It takes five seconds to both plant and defuse the bomb. That about wraps up the game rules, any questions?"
No one had any questions, and most were itching to get started.
"Now, onto the combat." Chef smirked. "There are five classes. An assault rifle, a shotgun, a sniper rifle, dual pistols, and a rocket launcher."
Izzy gave a little "Oh ho ho yes…" at the last one.
"Each class has it's advantages and disadvantages." Chef said. "I'll let Brick take over from here."
Brick nodded. He turned to the campers and snapped his finger. An assault rifle appeared in his hands. "The assault rifle, for instance, is a good average medium range weapon. It can do long range, medium range, and close range, though it does none of them exceptionally. Only weakness would be the rocker launchers. Ammo capacity: ninety shots."
He threw the assault rifle away and a shotgun appeared in his hands.
"The shotgun. It is super, SUPER close range but is horrendously sucky at anything else. If you hit someone though, chances are they aren't getting back up. Good for tight corners and moving fast. Weaknesses are the other long range weapons. Ammo capacity: twenty shots."
"The sniper. Pretty much the polar opposite of the shotgun. Good for Defenders and camping the bomb site from afar. Also provides some good camouflage. Don't get up close and personal, though, because that ain't a fight you are going to win. Weaknesses are close range. Ammo capacity: twenty shots."
"The dual pistols. The modified bad boys are good from close to medium range, and while they aren't the most powerful you have unlimited ammo with them. You're also really fast.
"And finally, the rocket launcher. High explosive power. Long range. Only three shots. If you see someone with this, run and run fast."
Chef cleared his throat. "Thank you, Brick. Dismissed, soldier."
Brick turned to his former competitors. "Bye, soldiers. Have fun in this challenge, you don't know how jealous I am that you get to compete in it!" He saluted as his body pixilized and exploded.
"Ah, I hoped he would rejoin the competition." Jo sighed, a rare case of disappointment in her voice.
"No time for sadness, just war!" Chef bellowed. "Now, we're going to have the two teams for this challenge. They are: Noah, Tyler, Gwen, Lindsay, Trent, Justin and Izzy VS Ezekiel, Harold, Courtney, Dakota, Kasimar, Eva and Jo."
The teams looked at each other.
"Ugh, why do we get the creepy guy?" Dakota whined, gesturing to Kasimar, who glared at her.
"Shut yo' mouth, blondie!" Chef yelled. "You have yo' teams and you're gonna like it!" He snapped his fingers and suddenly they were all in a huge mansion, complete with courtyards and grounds.
"This mansion has three floors." Chef explained. "The ground floor, the first floor, and the second floor. The target for the Attackers is located on the second floor. The Defenders spawn inside the mansion and the Attackers spawn on the grounds. The Attackers will have to make their way through the grounds, courtyards, and most of the mansion to plant the bomb."
"Doesn't that give the Attackers a major disadvantage, Cleft?" Lindsay asked, asking a smart question and surprising everyone.
"Not really, because one the Attackers get to the mansion, its so big that they can enter anywhere and the Defenders won't always know where they're coming from. It's all tactics people." Chef finished. "Brute firepower will get you nowhere." He pixalized. "Good luck, soldiers."
He exploded, and Team Alpha: (Noah, Tyler, Gwen, Trent, Justin, Lindsay and Izzy) found themselves attacking and Team Omega: (Harold, Eva, Courtney, Jo, Dakota, Kasimar and Ezekiel), found themselves up in the mansion, defending.
"Looks like the game read our minds or something." Tyler said as he hefted his shotgun. "Because I got exactly what I wanted."
"Me too!" Izzy cackled, holding a rocket launcher. "Boom boom!"
"No, Izzy. No boom boom." Noah chided. "Keep a level head, okay?"
"But I've never got to have a rocket launcher before." Izzy whined. "I'm going to enjoy it while i have it!" She jokingly pointed the rocket at him. "And I'd love to see you stop me with that!"
Noah looked down at his sniper rifle and sighed, grumbling to himself.
"Why do you have the sniper rifle?" Gwen asked, her assault rifle at the ready. "We're attacking, that rifle will do you no good."
"I can cover you guys as you run up." Noah shrugged. "There is no cover from here to the courtyard, so unless you want to try running without any cover, I suggest you appreciate my foresight."
"Alright." Justin yawned, holstering his two pistols. "Noah will stay behind and cover us. Make sure to move up as we do though, okay?"
Noah nodded.
Trent snatched the silver briefcase. "I'll take this." He said. "I think I can shoot the assault rifle with just one hand."
"Wait, what am I supposed to do with this again?" Lindsay asked, holding two pistols. She looked down the barrel of one of the pistols. "It looks like I could fit lipgloss down here. Is it a lipgloss carrier? That's kind of dumb."
Tyler quickly snatched the gun away. "Linds, you ever play shooter video games?" He asked.
"No, but my daddy plays them a llllll the time." Lindsay gushed. "I've played a couple times and I don't do that well though. Daddy says I average a 0.004 kill-death ratio, whatever that means.
"Well this is like a real life version of that." Noah cut in, trying not to wince at the horrible K/D ratio. "Want to make your old man proud?"
Lindsay squealed excitedly. "Ohmygosh, let's do it!"
"Let's move, then!" Justin exclaimed.
Thwak.
A sniper shell hit five inches from Justin's head, embedding itself deep into the ground.
"Scatter!" Gwen yelped as everyone ran in separate directions. Fortunately there were little shacks all around the field they were in and they were able to get to cover without any casualties.
"Damn." Kasimar muttered under his breath as he looked through his sniper scope. He picked up his gun and moved from the outside of the mansion, running back inside.
"They're moving." He informed the rest of his team.
"Let's kick some ass then." Eva roared, cocking her shotgun.
"Affirmative." Courtney nodded, hefting her assault rifle. "Let's do this!"
Chris grinned at the camera. "Here's a list of the weapons the campers have incase you've forgotten. They can't change from round to round, so hopefully you aren't stupid enough to forget, because I'm not running through this list again!"
Ezekiel: Shotgun.
Noah: Sniper.
Justin: Two pistols.
Tyler: Shotgun.
Harold: Sniper.
Trent: Assault Rifle.
Kasimar: Sniper.
Eva: Shotgun.
Izzy: Rocket Launcher.
Courtney: Assault Rifle.
Lindsay: Two pistols.
Gwen: Assault Rifle.
Dakota: Assault Rifle.
Jo: Rocket launcher.
Noah climbed onto the roof of the shack he was in. He looked through his sniper and saw Kasimar dart into the mansion. The bookworm caught the sniper rifle in his hands, but didn't dare waste a bullet on a near impossible shot.
"You're clear, move out!" He yelled. "Kasimar went back into the house!"
The other six sprinted forwards. Noah kept his eyes trained on the mansion, keeping an eye out for movement into the mansion. Suddenly, a glimpse of ginger caught his eye from on the roof of the mansion, and he saw Harold leap off the mansion sniper in his hands, spinning in circles as he plummeted to the ground. He suddenly stopped spinning and, still dropping like a stone towards the ground, aimed in quickly with his sniper and fired a round towards Team Attackers. The shot cracked throughout the arena, and Noah took a shot as the ginger grabbed a tree branch and lessened his momentum, but the ginger dropped from the tree and the shot whizzed over his head.
"Shit!" He heard someone yell.
"First blood." A dramatic robotic voice exclaimed.
Noah looked through his scope towards the direction of the exclaimed slur just in time to see Trent's body pixalize and explode. Everything disappeared, minus his gun and the briefcase he was holding.
"I got it!" Tyler exclaimed, running out from behind his cover and snatching the briefcase. He dove behind cover as another sniper shot ricocheted right next to him.
Noah refocused his attention back on the mansion, but by that time Harold had escaped. "Damnit." He muttered. He recocked his sniper. "There are two snipers, be careful!"
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: I'm a gamer. I saw what Harold did. *He scoffs* He's one of the trickshotters. What a noob.
(End Confessional: Noah.)
(Confessional: Harold.)
Harold: *He pumps his fist* That was SO. WICKED.
(End Confessional: Harold.)
"Alright, no one leave the mansion. Find a possible entrance and guard it." Courtney commanded.
"There are way too many entrances for that to be efficient." Kasimar argued. "We should guard the bomb room and only the bomb room."
"Shut up, evil personality!" Dakota snapped. "No one cares about what you have to say."
Kasimar's eye twitched.
"Just follow Courtney's directions and stop trying to sabotage the team, you lying weasel." Dakota continued.
Kasimar stepped forwards threateningly. "I advise you to shut up." He growled.
Noah saw Kasimar suddenly appear into a window, talking angrily at someone who was blocked by the wall. He smirked. "Night night, Kassy-wassy." He pulled the trigger and saw Kasimar freeze. A small splat of red on the wall behind him confirmed that Noah had hit his mark. Kasimar's body pixalized and exploded.
"Oops. Guess you shouldn't have stepped in front of the window." Dakota said innocently.
"It's okay, we don't need him." Jo laughed, hefting her rocket launcher. "Can I go kill people now?" She asked Courtney, who had once again been appointed makeshift leader.
Courtney looked startled. "When did you start asking permission for things?"
She shrugged. "I figured it's probably good to stay in line just incase we lose."
(Confessional: Jo.)
Jo: *Tapping her foot.* I don't like taking orders, I prefer to be the one giving orders. But my position in the game isn't all that great. I've been in the bottom two like three times recently. I don't need to give anyone else reason to kick me off, what with all the alliances going on.
(End Confessional: Jo.)
"Well, good idea." Courtney said, somewhat snootily. "And wait before you go all gung-ho. Save that for when we become Attackers.
Jo nodded. "Hold on one second though." She peeked around the corner and ducked down as a sniper shot just missed her. She smirked. "Gotcha." She aimed her rocket launcher and blasted it down towards the field.
Noah looked up from his sniper scope to see a rocket sailing right at him. "Son of a bi-"
Gwen and Tyler, who were moving together, were knocked forwards by the sheer explosive force of the rocket.
"I think that's the end of Noah." Tyler remarked, as Gwen sighed.
"Haha. Got them." Jo smirked.
Courtney nodded, impressed. "Nice work."
Jo continued her smirk, but it quickly dropped when she saw what was behind Courtney.
"Move!" She hissed, pushing Courtney to the ground. A rocket sailed right over their heads and out the shattered remains of the open window that had caused Kasimar's death.
The three girls: Dakota, Courtney, and Jo, looked to see a cackling Izzy standing there with a massive rocket launcher.
(Confessional: Jo.)
Jo: Not gonna lie. Scariest thing I've ever seen in my life.
(End Confessional: Jo.)
"Scatter!" Dakota squealed, leaping off the small balcony that the three girls were on. Jo ran the opposite direction while Courtney opened fire.
"Hahahahah! So much fun!" Izzy cackled as she dropped down off the balcony, avoiding Courtney's shots and heading straight towards a running Dakota.
"Boom boom!" Izzy smirked, crashing into the fleeing blonde.
"Get off of my you psycho!" Dakota yelled, trying to get her assault rifle from underneath her pinned body. She eventually gave up and used her strength to get Izzy off of her. She ran for it.
"Hasta la vista, baby!" The redhead exclaimed, pointing the rocket launcher right at the ground and pulling the trigger.
Izzy was instantly obliterated, hoping to get Dakota as well, but to no avail. The explosion took out half the room and sent a screaming Courtney plummeting to the ground. Groaning, she looked around and saw the remains of Izzy's body pixalize and disappear.
Jo peeked her head out from behind a charred couch. "Is it over?" She asked.
Courtney nodded. Dakota, rubbing her head, retrieved her weapon from the wreckage.
Harold came running into the room. "Gosh." He observed, looking around the destroyed room.
"Where are Eva and Ezekiel?" Courtney asked, propping herself up using her weapon.
"They rushed." Jo answered for her. "Saw them booking ass down towards the enemy team."
"Gah! This is all wrong!" Courteny fumed. "Alright, it's basically up to the three of us to defend this bomb site. As much as I hate to admit it, at this point Kasimar's idea is better suited to our situation. Let's get to the bomb room and defend it.
"So we're camping?" Harold sighed. He received a strange look from Courtney.
"Yeah…sure, whatever that is. Let's just get moving!"
(Confessional: Izzy.)
Izzy: Hehe, that was awesome! Did you see the look on Dakota's face? Too bad I didn't get her, though. How is that even possible? She totally should've been a goner!
(End Confessional: Izzy.)
(Confessional: Dakota.)
Dakota: *Smirking.* Nice try. You have to get up earlier than that to beat me.
(End Confessional: Dakota.)
Justin snuck into the mansion…using the front door. He dove back outside the moment he opened the door, but no bullets slammed into the walls. Peeking his head in curiously, he discerned there were no enemies. He gestured to Tyler and Gwen, who were trying to get in through a window. Seeing the model wave to them, they approached him, one at a different speed then the other.
"Cowabunga!" A red blur blitzed by Justin into the mansion. He tripped and fell down, but got back up quickly, shotgun at the ready.
Gwen and Justin peeked in as the jock quickly dusted himself off.
"You good?" Gwen asked playfully, an eyebrow raised.
The jock nodded. "I'm good."
"Then lets get moving."
Click.
"I don't think so." Eva smirked, standing in the entrance door, her shotgun trained on the three, who had stupidly clumped together.
"Ah shit." Justin sighed.
BAM BAM.
Eva fell to the ground, pixalizing. A confused Lindsay stood behind her. "Did I do it right?" She asked her boyfriend.
Tyler was stemming a nosebleed. "Oh yeah you did, babe."
Lindsay grinned. "Yay!
BAM.
Lindsay was blown out of the doorway by a shotgun blast.
Tyler growled. "Lindsay! Who the-?"
"Yeah, eh! Nailed it!" Came a cheer from off screen. Ezekiel walked into the doorway of the mansion, seeing three guns being aimed at him. Instead of doing the predictable freeze and a whimper about how he was going to die, he quickly dove out of the way just as Gwen and Tyler opened fire. Justin decided he was going to go ahead.
"You go too, Gwen. I got Zeke." Tyler smirked, rechecking his shotgun.
The goth girl nodded and extended a hand. Tyler highfived it.
Gwen face palmed. "No, Tyler. The briefcase."
"Oh. Gotcha." He chuckled. He tossed her the briefcase.
She reloaded her weapon and followed the model deeper into the mansion.
(Confessional: Eva.)
Eva: *She stared at the camera blankly.* That was embarrassing. *She punches a hole in the wall.*…GRARH!
(End Confessional: Eva.)
Ezekiel, having just dodged the shots, ran behind the house and hoisted himself up through the window Luckily, he found himself in the bomb room. Unluckily, he was promptly shot at by Courtney, who fired at him in a blind panic.
"Whoa, eh! Watch it."
Courtney blinked. "Sorry." She muttered. "Watch the window you just came in, okay?"
Ezekiel nodded.
Harold sighed. "Gosh, camping is so boring."
"It's a legitimate strategy." Jo scoffed.
At that moment, Justin opened the door to the bomb room.
"Son of a motherfuc-" His sentence was cut short as a sniper bullet, two rounds of an assault rifle and a rocket launcher punched through his body. He was lifted up and flew back down the hall from the force of the impact.
Gwen ducked to avoid his already disintegrating body. "Tyler! Need backup, now!" She screamed. She raised her gun and started blind firing into the room, hoping for a lucky ricochet. It worked, and Jo slumped over after taking a bullet to the stomach.
Amidst the gunfire she heard a thud and a faint. "Ow!" Which meant that her backup was close by. She elbowed her way into an empty room to reload.
"Hold up, Tyler, there's three in there!" Gwen yelled. A red blur ran into the room she was in, and a panting Tyler leaned against the wall.
"This doesn't look too good." The jock observed.
"No, it doesn't." Gwen grumbled.
"Ezekiel, go back out the window and flank them." Courtney hissed quietly. "Dakota, get ready to go in there guns blazing. Wait for my mark, the both of you."
Ezekiel nodded and scampered out the window. Dakota was not so compliant.
"What about you? Going to sit back and let us 'grunts' do the work?"
"Not really." Courtney said honestly. "But incase this plan fails we need someone alive. I'll be ten feet behind you. If you go down I'll be right there to take over. Plus, Harold is still in there."
Dakota eyed the brunette suspiciously, but for the sake of her image decided to play along. "Fine." She said. "On your mark."
Courtney nodded, and Dakota crept quietly towards the door.
"Now!" Courtney yelled, and Ezekiel and Dakota opened fire on Gwen and Tyler from different directions. Dakota quickly blew away a surprised Gwen. A startled Tyler turned when he heard Ezekiel let out a battle cry, and tripped over his own two feet, leaving Ezekiel to shoot Dakota on accident.
Tyler, thinking quickly, rolled out of the way. The spray from the shotgun missed him by inches. He raised his own shotgun and fired, but Ezekiel ducked below the windowsill and it soared over his head.
"Courtney, help!" Ezekiel squeaked, as Tyler continued to suppress him. The jock heard this and turned to the door just as Courtney entered, gun at the ready.
BAM.
BAM BAM BAM.
Courtney hit the ground, at a disadvantage as she was aiming at chest level and Tyler was on the ground. By the time she adjusted, it was too late. He grabbed the briefcase from Gwen's body and took some deep breaths, figuring out what to do next.
Harold was still in the bomb room, sniper trained on the hallway, ready to shoot if need be.
Tyler peeked his head out and the bullet missed him by inches. He quickly ran into the opposite room, breaking the window and falling onto the frosty ground.
Meanwhile, Ezekiel had gone around the opposite side of the house where Tyler was heading, and was heading back towards the front door.
Tyler peeked through the exact window that Ezekiel had broken to get into the bomb room, and saw a prone Harold aiming down the hallway. Not taking any chances, he raised his shotgun and put a round into the nerd.
Ezekiel, on the other side of the entire map, heard the shot echo throughout the property and quickly ran towards the shot, knowing that it couldn't of been good, as it was a shotgun shot, and the only other teammate he had was using a sniper rifle.
Tyler hoisted himself through the window and quickly started planting the bomb. He unlatched the briefcase, hooking it up to the bomb site and holding the green button down. He succeeded at planting, and when he did a voice announced:
"The bomb has been planted."
Tyler decided to hide back outside the window, keeping an eye at his back at all times. After ten or so seconds, he heard footsteps running down the hall, and Ezekiel skidded into the room. Looking around quickly, he deduced there were no enemies and quickly decided to defuse the bomb.
As Ezekiel strapped the shotgun to his back, preparing to diffuse, Tyler got a impish idea. Quiet for what might possibly be the first time in his life, he crept through the window. Ezekiel did not see this as he had his back to the window so he could keep an eye down the hallway.
Tyler crept behind him and put his shotgun to his head.
"Damn." Ezekiel whimpered.
CLICK.
CLICK CLICK CLICK.
Tyler stared at his gun, realizing he was out of bullets. "Oh c'mon!"
Ezekiel pushed him back and unstrapped his shotgun. "Sorry, bud!"
CLICK.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
"Eh?" Ezekiel looked into his barrel. "Damn thing is jammed." He cursed. Meanwhile the time was just ticking away. Tyler just sat there twiddling his thumbs.
BAM!
Ezekiel jumped as a shell rocketed into the ceiling, him luckily having moved his head in time to avoid shooting himself. He quickly aimed at Tyler and blew the jock back out the window, then turned to defusing the bomb.
"Team Attackers have all been eliminated."
Ezekiel defused the bomb with eight seconds to spare.
"And Team Defenders win!" Chris announced from the sky. "Time for Round Two!"
"Switching sides."
"Damn." Noah cursed as the new Team Defenders spawned in the building. "You have a knife there, Sunshine." He scolded Tyler.
Tyler looked at his waist belt and saw the knife. "Shit!" He cursed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's right-freaking there!" Noah sighed, exasperated.
"Don't worry about it." Trent clapped Tyler on the back. "You kicked some major ass."
"Unlike you." Izzy teased, juggling her rocket launcher.
"Tell me about it." The musician sighed as he rolled his eyes.
"If it's any comfort, the shot Harold got on you would make all those loser gamer kids on YouTube cream their pants." Noah offered.
Trent chuckled. "Thanks?"
"So what's the plan?" Justin interrupted.
"I'm staying here, I don't know about anyone else." Noah yawned. "I'll be up on the roof trying to pick a couple of them off."
"Trent and I can guard the front entrance." Justin offered.
"I'll get the back." Gwen affirmed.
"I can…wait, where's Izzy?" Tyler asked.
"She went sprinting down towards them cackling maniacally." Gwen said dryly.
"Well, that's good to know. I'll stay clear away from her. I'll take Lindsay and see if we can cut them off before they even get here."
Trent nodded. "Good luck."
"Nice work, Ezekiel." Courtney complimented.
Ezekiel grinned. "Thanks, eh!"
"Yeah." Kasimar agreed. "Nice work."
Ezekiel turned to Kasimar and frowned. "Whatever. I don't need your praise, you deceitful deceiver."
(Confessional: Ezekiel.)
Ezekiel: I thought I had made a friend in Mike, and I was totally pumped, but it turns out he was just using me.
(End Confessional: Ezekiel.)
(Confessional: Kasimar.)
Kasimar: Methinks he figured out I was using him. Ah well, I don't need him. He just moved down on my list though, the ungrateful twerp.
(End Confessional: Kasimar.)
Jo cracked her knuckles. "I say we bullrush 'em. Right now! Take 'em by surprise!"
Courtney considered the idea. She picked up the briefcase. "Let's rush up to the front entrance and take it from there." She decided after ten seconds of thought.
Harold sighed at his sniper rifle. "I'll be behind you guys a little. Not much I can do with this on the front lines."
"I'm with ginger." Kasimar sneered. "It's stupid for us snipers to have to rush."
"Fine." Jo scoffed. "Let's just do this!"
The seven contestants, some letting out battle cries, sprinted towards the mansion. A sniper shell crashed into the ground in front of them not ten yards out.
"Keep moving! IT's harder to hit us that way!" Eva roared, side flipping over Ezekiel as a shell hit the earth right where she had been standing. Noah, up on the roof, scoffed at the sight.
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: *Scoffing.* Typical Eva. Is there anything physical that Iron Woman can't do?
(End Confessional: Noah.)
"Harold! Kasimar! Take him out!" Courtney shrieked as she dodged behind a tree.
"Roger that!" Harold yelled, hitting the dirt and aiming pu on the roof, where he saw a tiny Noah taking shots at his team. He fired once, but the distance was too great to be even %75 sure where the bullet was going, and it chipped a roof tile as it missed its mark.
Kasimar's first shot was closer, but not by much. Noah took the hint, however, and decided to retreat.
"All clear!" Harold yelled, and the group kept moving.
Eva and Jo sprinted ahead of the group, using their powerful legs to reach their destination faster than their teammates.
The two jockettes reached the courtyard, where Jo collided with an also sprinting Tyler. They both hit the floor and Eva made quick work of him, being tactful enough to not hit Jo.
The two got up and continued, turning a corner and coming face to face with a startled Lindsay. She faltered under the grins of the two scarier girls and closed her eyes and turned away. "Agh! No!' She clenched her fist and braced for impact, but it never came. She peeked one eye open. Eva and Jo's body's were pixalizing, a hole in each of their heads and smoke trailing from each of her pistols.
Lindsay stared at the pistols. "Wow…my guns are magical!"
(Confessional: Lindsay.)
Lindsay: Did you see that, Daddy? Admiral Lindsay totally kicked their butts!
(End Confessional: Lindsay.)
(Confessional: Eva.)
Eva: God dammit! That's twice in a row that bimbo has taken me out! Her reflexes were so good. I'd be impressed, if anything about that situation was purposeful!
(End Confessional: Eva.)
Not twenty seconds later, Courtney, Dakota and Ezekiel arrived at the scene. Lindsay commanded her 'magic' pistols to defend her. Obviously they did no such thing, and Lindsay was quickly eliminated.
"Let's keep moving!" Courtney yelled.
A cackle froze her in her tracks. Izzy was standing thirty yards away, her rocket launcher pointed directly at the trio. "Hasta la vista!" She screamed, about to pull the trigger.
CRACK.
CRACK.
Izzy looked down at the two holes in her chest. "Oh come on!" She yelled as she started to pixalize.
"Got her." Kasimar smirked as he came up behind Dakota, Courtney and Ezekiel, Harold in tow.
"You totally stole my kill. Gosh." Harold muttered.
Kasimar rolled his eyes. "Not too worried about it."
Justin and Trent were lounging on the front steps, alert but relaxing.
"So, man. I think it's time we talked about Gwen's proposal." Trent sighed. "What do you think?"
Justin shrugged. "I don't know, dude. Its your ex."
The musician replied with a scoff. "Please. That stopped mattering along time ago. I'm over it."
Justin chuckled at his friends reply. "I know, I know. But in all honesty I'm not fussed about where we go. What's your view on it?"
Trent hesitated for a few moments before speaking his mind. "I honestly don't think we need it." He sighed. "I mean, sure, she's got two allies."
"Supposedly." Justin added.
Trent nodded. "Supposedly," he agreed. "But we're fine. We're both strong competitors, and most likely Gwen's allies are pretty weak."
"But what if they're strong?" Justin interrupted, "Like Courtney or Eva or Jo?"
Trent laughed. "Gwen and Courtney, in an alliance? Eva and Jo, cooperating with other people?" The musician continued to chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. So we're fine?" Justin asked, waiting for confirmation.
Trent nodded. "We're fine."
The two boys suddenly heard a click, and their unprepared selves took a gander at five guns pointing right at them.
"Get them!" Courtney smirked.
The smirk remained on her face even as Noah's sniper round entered her head. The briefcase and her assault rifle clattered to the ground.
Kasimar and Ezekiel ran for cover, but Dakota and Harold stood their ground, opening fire at Justin and Trent, who were now scrambling for their weapons.
Harold's shot missed, and he was quickly taken down by Noah.
Dakota was able to hit Justin in the chest twice, and decided to cut her losses and get behind cover.
Trent scampered back into the house.
Kasimar took a shot at Noah, who flinched when it just missed, causing his shot on an improperly covered Ezekiel to go wide.
"Oh no." Noah growled. "Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice, shame on me!"
"Isn't it 'Fool me?' Mr. Noah-it-all?" Came a dry voice from behind him.
"Puh. I was improvising."
Gwen rest the muzzle of her gun on the peak of the roof and started opening fire. "Sure you were."
Kasimar had just seen Ezekiel scamper around the side of the house. Giving a quick glance at Courtney's body, he smirked. His gaze, however, quickly returned to his two enemies firing at him from the roof.
Gotta stay alive to buy him some time. Kasimar thought, blind firing a shot. He knew it missed by miles and he didn't care.
Trent panted as he collapsed into a spare bedroom. "Damn." He muttered, grinning. "Can't believe I got myself out of this one."
Gwen and Noah were still firing down on Kasimar and Dakota, who were returning fire. All were running low on ammo.
"I'm going to get the gun from Courtney." Kasimar spat. "Cover me!"
Dakota nodded. "Go for it." Her passive face turned into a devious one, however, because as soon as Kasimar was out of sight, she merely yawned and leaned against the tree, waiting for the cheers that would signify Kasimar getting shot. It didn't happen, and eventually the bullets stopped. She peeked her head out and saw nothing, but a huge lurch in her stomach told her someone had just grabbed her around the waist.
"Get off me!" She told the unknown assailant.
"Sorry." A devious voice whispered into her ear. "But this would've gone a lot better if you had just covered me."
She felt the gun yanked from her grip, and suddenly she was falling…on the outside of the cover. She was quickly shot by Gwen.
"Nice one." Noah told a smirking Gwen.
"I know it was."
"Arrogant much?"
"Look at the kettle calling the pot black."
"…I'm not going to dignify that with a response."
"Whatever, egghead." Gwen laughed. She took a shot at Kasimar as he sprinted into the house, but was out of ammo. "Damnit!" She reloaded. "This is my last magazine. Kasimar is inside."
"Swell." Noah sighed as made his way for the ladder that lead back down to the third floor. "Let's go cut him off."
(Confessional: Dakota.)
Dakota: Ugh! That slimy, wriggling, foul, evil little cockroach! I am SO going to crush him. How dare he?
(End Confessional: Dakota.)
Kasimar, clutching Dakota's assault rifle, ran up to the second floor. He peered out a window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bomb-carrying Ezekiel. Sure enough, he saw the scrawny individual clambering through the window into the bomb room. "Perfect." He grinned. He turned around and headed for the stairs. Turning a corner, he ran straight into Noah, Gwen slightly behind him. And when I say ran into, I mean literally.
"Ow." Noah said dully, before realizing who he had crashed into.
Kasimar, thinking quickly, pulled his knife, burying it deep into Noah's side. The bookworm pixalized, but before Kasimar could so much as look up at Gwen, she had emptied three rounds into him. He fell to the ground.
Ezekiel's hands sweat as he pressed the green button down.
Four, eh…three, eh…two, eh!
BAM BAM BAM!
Trent heard something coming from the bomb room, so he went to check it out. Turning the corner into the hallway, he saw a kneeling Ezekiel planting the bomb. This was unfortunate for the homeschooler, as he soon found out his chest was blown out. He slumped over the target, pixalizing.
"And the Defenders, who aren't the same Defenders but different Defenders, win!" Chris announced as Ezekiel's body disappeared entirely. "It's now time for the sudden death round!"
"Dare I ask what that is?" Harold wheezed as he spawned back up in the mansion with the rest of his team.
"Yup…no bomb or bomb site!" The host cheered. "It's basically a death match. First team to lose all their members is booting someone off. Also, the contestant who has the most kills on the losing team will receive immunity. As of now it is tied between Lindsay, Gwen, and Noah, each with three kills."
"Wooh, Lindsay!" Tyler cheered for his girlfriend, who looked confused.
"Wait, what?" She asked.
"Nevermind, the round starts now!" Chris said, taking the blondes stupidity in stride. "Go!"
"What's the plan?" Jo asked.
"How about we rush them again?" Courtney said with an accusing look.
This elicited a scoff from the blonde. "You agreed to it, don't give me shit about it."
"Whatever, let's just push forward, but not overextend. Can we move now?" Eva grunted.
"Yes, let's." Kasimar growled. "I don't feel like losing this challenge…it wouldn't exactly be good for me."
"Say," Dakota came up with a devious idea. "Why don't we just throw the challenge so we can kick Kasimar off?"
This suggestion did not give Dakota's expected response.
"WE'RE NOT THROWING THE CHALLENGE. WE'RE GOING TO CRUSH THEM." Eva, Courtney and Jo all screamed at her simultaneously.
(Confessional: Dakota.)
Dakota: *Her eyes are wide and she is in the fetal position.* Note to self…never ask to throw a challenge again.
(End Confessional: Dakota.)
"Alright." Tyler whooped. "Let's kick some ass!"
"Heads up!" Noah shouted from a nearby roof. "We got bogies coming in between twelve and two o'clock."
Lindsay gasped and checked her wrist. "But I'm not wearing a watch! Am I safe from the boogers?"
Noah didn't bother to reply, and instead took a shot at a running Jo. Luckily for the latter, a tree got in the way and took the bullet for her.
"Scatter." Gwen barked, and everyone did, though not everyone did it correctly.
"Scatter?" Lindsay asked. She picked up a handful of dead leaves from the ground and threw them in different directions. "I don't think you guys are doing it right."
A shot from Harold send the bombshell toppling to the ground.
Gwen and Trent, with their medium range weapons, started opening fire up to the courtyard, where all but two of the contestants were making 'base'.
"Where are Eva and Jo?" Justin yelled, hiding behind a ransacked little hut.
"I don't see them." Noah yelled back.
"Well shit. Find them!"
"What do you think I'm doing! Baking bread?"
"Your sarcastic comments aren't helping, Noah!"
"I don't need that from you, Izzy!"
Izzy cackled. "You know what you need?" She ran towards the enemies. "You need a distraction." Izzy smirked. "I'll provide it. Tell my wife and kids I love them!" She fake-sobbed dramatically. She sprinted up the hill.
Tyler peeked his head around the corner. "This oughta be good."
"There's no way she's going to make it up there." Gwen said cynically.
But she did. She was now twenty yards away, flipping and dodging all the bullets shot at her.
"DIEEEEEEE!" Ezekiel screamed as he shot round after round at the seeming invincible redhead.
"Muahauhauha! You all will perish at the hand of Iz-whoa!" She slipped and fell, the impact causing her to pull the trigger, effectively blowing herself to smithereens.
"Well, that's a bummer." Tyler noted.
It all went to shit for the "Attackers" after that.
"Flank!" Eva roared, she burst out of the trees and shot up a startled Tyler.
Gwen was able to take Eva out before she did anymore damage, but then Jo stepped out of the other side of the field, and caused some serious damage.
"Sianara, suckers." Jo smirked, aiming through the sight of her rocket launcher and pulling the trigger.
Gwen, Trent and Justin were all vaporized upon impact. Noah shot Jo soon after, but it wasn't long until Courtney and Ezekiel sprinted down and finished the job.
"GAME OVER!" Chris cheered. "The winners of immunity are Eva, Harold, Kasimar, Jo, Dakota, Ezekiel, Courtney, and because of a tie, Gwen and Noah!"
The fourteen contestants woke up in the VR room.
"Ugg, finally!" Chris yawned. The contestants were surprised to see it was dark outside.
"How long were we in there?" Courtney asked, confused.
"Thirteen…freaking…hours." Chris sighed. "I was so bored!"
Everyone was puzzled. "But it only felt like a couple of hours at most." Ezekiel said.
"Hmm…maybe Chef messed with the settings?" Chris checked the settings. "Yup, would you look at that. Time passed slower in there. Jesus. I guess that means the elimination ceremony is now. Noah and Gwen, you two are immune, but your presence is required for your votes.
Gwen and Noah nodded. They, along with Trent, Justin, Izzy, Tyler and Lindsay headed towards the elimination ceremony.
Kasimar chuckled, walking off on his own back to his cabin.
(Confessional: Kasimar.)
Kasimar: *He holds the disc* This is going to be sweet.
(End Confessional: Kasimar.)
"Well, there's only seven of you here tonight, so I thought I might as well break out the voting confessionals!" Chris announced.
Gwen growled. "Oh come on! That's so not cool!"
The host just laughed. "Don't worry, I get the feeling a whole bunch of things are about to be revealed tonight." A TV dropped down from nowhere. "Let's get started, shall we?"
"Where does that thing even come from?" Izzy asked cheerfully.
"Never you mind." Chris said as the confessionals started to play.
(Voting Confessionals:)
Noah: Well, I talked with Gwen, Lindsay and Tyler, and Izzy is really the only option, as we're looking to get Trent and Justin on our side. Sorry Iz, but you could be a threat later on.
Gwen: We're voting for Izzy…it doesn't matter who anyone else voted for as we've got four out of the seven.
Lindsay: I vote for Jezzabella!
Tyler: I vote for Izzy. Sorry girl, but you've returned to the island enough times, let us underdogs have a chance!
Justin: I vote for Izzy! She screwed up big time.
Trent: Gotta vote for Izzy.
Izzy: *She sighs* I know I'm gone, might as well vote for Lindsay. *She snaps her fingers* Note to self, get in an alliance next time!
(End Voting Confessionals.)
And in a 6-1 vote, Izzy, you're taking the dock of shame!" Chris smiled.
Izzy sighed as she got up. "Alright then. I guess there's no coming back for me, huh?"
"Right you are." Chris smirked. "Just go and relax at the Playa for once!"
"That," Izzy grunted as she cracked her back. "Sounds like a very good idea!" She beamed and hugged each of her ex-teammates around the middle. "Bye guys! Good luck to you all!" She grabbed her luggage and scampered onto the Boat. It drove off, taking Total Drama's zaniest contestant with it.
"So." Trent grinned at Justin. "Guess we know who the allies are now."
Justin smirked at Gwen, who was looking extremely peeved. "I think we're good, Gwen. Don't take it personally."
"It's fine." Noah cut in. "It's your funeral. How long do you think a two-man alliance is going to last this early in the game still?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt." a still semi-unfamiliar voice said. Kasimar stepped out of the shadows, holding a CD. "Oh good, a TV, isn't that fortunate."
"Kasimar, buddy. What's going on?" Chris smiled.
"Just wanted to play a little something for your contestants. You don't mind, do you?" He said cheerily.
"Not at all, my good fellow. Shall I gather the rest of them for you?"
"If you don't mind."
(Confessional: Chris.)
Chris: *Cackling* This is going to be SO. MUCH. RATE. INDUCING! I love this guy!
(End Confessional: Chris.)
"Campers, if you would please report to the bonfire ceremony…NOW!" Chris pulled a megaphone out and blared his annoying voice throughout the now-dark camp.
"What the hell does he want?" Eva growled as she thudded her weights down onto the floor.
Courtney shrugged, though Dakota seemed suspicious. I just saw Kasimar walk down there…what in hells name is he up to?
Grumbling, the seven contestants who were not down at the elimination area already arrived within minutes.
"Our ol' buddy Kasimar wants toe how us something." Chris said, pointing to the shiny disc in Kasimar's hands. Kasimar shot an evil grin at Dakota before inserting it into the DVD player.
"This is going to reveal something quite interesting about our friend Dakota…" Kasimar said calmly, though you could hear the hint of excitement in his voice.
Dakota started to panic. She clenched her fists. Sweat started to condense on her forehead.
Chef wearing a pink tutu came on the scream. He performed a little dance routine, and the DVD shut off.
There was silence.
"Ha!" Dakota said triumphantly. "See, he's just being evil and conniving. There's no proof at all that I did anything evil!"
More silence.
"Uh…Dakota?" Noah said, tapping his fingers together. "Who said anything about you doing something evil?"
Dakota froze, but recovered quickly. "Oh please." She scoffed. "What else was he going to try and show you guys? Me singing in the shower?"
For the first time in the competition. No one believed her.
"Hahahahha." A dry chuckle escaped from Kasimar's mouth as he pulled another DVD out of his pocket. "How about I show the real one this time?" He asked, ejecting the first DVD and putting the second one in.
(Dakota's Confessionals:)
Dakota: Muahaha. My plan is coming together perfectly. That bitch will be out of here soon enough. I'm glad Sam gave me all those tips on being a villain, it was something I was seriously lacking in. I mean, I CRINGE when I think of my actions last season. I mean, come on! Why did I act like that. Pssh, I must have been on my period or something. *She shakes her head* No, not this time. This time, I play to win. *She smirks* Too bad Sadie had to mess it up. I don't know why I keep her around. Eh, it doesn't matter. Not yet, at least.
Dakota: Well, this new team swap definitely sheds new light to this game. I'll have to replan everything! It's fine, though, I'm really starting to get into this strategy thing. At least I still have my pawn, Sadie.
Dakota: *Her face is slightly pink* Wow, that was embarrassing. *She looks at the camera* Hey! I know what you are thinking, I do not have feelings for Trent, at all! It's just rather nice when a decently attractive man grabs your breasts. It's like if some hot girl 'accidentally' pressed her boobs against your face! It's just nice, it doesn't mean you like him. *She rolls her eyes* And besides, I don't like insane people. Also! I'm pissed off my plan to frame Harold didn't work. Those had been going so well, at least with Anne Maria. *Before she can continue, a dart flies through the confessional window, impaling her in the temple. She drops immediately, and the outline of the figure is seen until they throw a ninja star at the camera lens. It cracks, and then shuts off.
Dakota: Sadie is really starting to get on my nerves. She's like the biggest tool ever. Hopefully that 'sale' will keep her distracted until the challenge. Anyways, if we lose tonight, I want the next boot to be Ezekiel or Duncan. I haven't decided yet. Whoever it is, it's going to be brutal. *She cackles* Especially Duncan. Let's just say, at the end of this chapter, that relationship will be NONEXISTANT! *She cackles some more, but chokes.*
Dakota: I'm thinking of dropping Sadie soon, so I need one or two more people. Mike is the perfect fit. He's vulnerable due to Zoey leaving so It'll be easy to convince him. *She looks at the camera and scoffs* Hey, I'm not going to try and steal Mike from his girlfriend. Hello, Zoey and I are friends? Even I have limits. *She smirks* Sort of… Besides, it's not Mike's help I want. *She chuckles deviously*
Dakota: Oh. My. God. Sadie blew it this morning. She was literally the most annoying person I've ever seen. There's no way I can cover for her. I'm hoping we lose so we can get her fat ass out of here. *She smirks* You dug your own grave, Sadie, now you must lay in it, I'm sure you won't miss it. It's big, wide, a pain in the ass and in my way, sort of like you. *She winks at the camera and it shuts off*.
Dakota: *Smirks* Brick is gone, and that's a good thing. I admit, that interaction was adorable, but it didn't cloud my judgement in the slightest. *She holds up her notebook and opens a page, looking at it.* The next one to go: *She shows the page to the camera* Mike. He's been acting different ever since I kicked Duncan off. He'll be going next, hopefully.
Dakota: *Sighs heavily* I did not want to do that obstacle course. I mean, have you seen these nails? *She shows her perfectly manicured nails to the camera.* Perfect! Glorious! But…I have my suspicions about Trent and Justin knowing my plans…and those two are close with Noah and Gwen and from what I've seen, Tyler. Bad stuff there. I'll have to try and do some damage control, get those idiots out of the game. Tyler and Trent I'm not worried about…Tyler will probably just injure himself and Trent isn't enough of a power player to make it past the Final 10. *She frowns.* Gwen is tough but she's already seen as a threat, so I'm not too concerned about it. The real problem is Justin and Noah. *She pulls her notebook out and opens it to their adjacent pages.* They've both won numerous challenge and aren't seen as threats. Plus Justin will have a vendetta against me for making his girlfriend look like the idiot she is. Well, we'll just have to wait and see what happens, won't we? *She puts the notebook away.* As for Jo and Eva, they're power players and dangerous, but I don't have time to think about them too much. I'll probably use their anger against them and get everyone to hate them. Izzy is nuts and will probably vote herself of or something, and Geoff and Ezekiel, well, suffice to say a coconut has more brains than the two of them combined. That leaves Mike. I don't even want to get started on him. Something weird is going on…and I'm going to find out what!
Dakota: I hope these get easier, because if so this challenge is going in the bag. Who is going to go next, though. That's the question. Ezekiel and Tyler are morons, all the more reason to keep them around. Noah will probably die off in one of the really physical challenges. Izzy's plain crazy, Jo's already on thin ice with everyone, Harold's probably going to have an asthma attack and die, and Eva will probably snap at some point. That leaves the threats. *She holds up her fingers.* Trent, Justin, Courtney and Gwen. Hopefully one of those can leave soon. *She then thinks of something* Oh, and Mike. He's been acting odd ever since I tricked Vito…really strange. I haven't seen hide nor hair of his personalities, so I think something might be up. I think it might be best to just try and eliminate him before he pulls something out of his ass.
Dakota: Leave it to Tyler to pick one of the most strategically incapable players, and one of the most non threading campers out there. Not that I'm complaining.
(End Dakota's Confessionals.)
Dakota stood, shell shocked, jaw agape, as the DVD finished played and Kasimar took it out. "Shall I play it again?"
"No, no need." Harold said crossly.
"I told you guys!" Trent said triumphantly. "I told you! I told you I told you I told you!"
Kasimar smirked and snapped the disk in two.
Meanwhile, Noah and Tyler had stepped away from Gwen, and Trent had scooted away from Justin, both whom were looking LIVID.
Gwen suddenly lunged at Dakota, smacking the still shellshocked girl across the face.
Broken out of her stupor, Dakota recovered her footing just as Gwen drew back her fist and flung it at the girls face.
WHAM.
Dakota dodged it, driving her knee up into Gwen's stomach, causing the goth to cry out in pain. She crumpled to the ground.
"Oh, I'll get you, you worthless slimy bastard!" The exposed strategist hissed to Kasimar.
Justin was up next. "For Annie!" He yelled, running at Dakota and pulling up his already short shirt sleeves. He tackled Dakota to the ground, where they lay, grappling with each other. Dakota was super strong, but Justin was stronger than he looked and was fueled by anger. Neither was budging.
"Guys, help me break them up!" Trent said, exasperated. Before he could go two steps, however, Eva was there. She picked both up by the scruffs of their shirts and gave them each a rough shake.
"KNOCK IT OFF." She screamed, throwing them in opposite directions. They hit the ground in crumpled heaps, panting heavily.
Courtney approached Gwen. "Are you okay? I know First Aid." The CIT offered.
Gwen coughed into her hand. "No blood. I should be okay." she remarked. Nevertheless, she took Courtney's offered hand and was hoisted to her feet.
"She is so. Going. Down. I can't believe she did that to Duncan and me."
"And me and Annie." Justin muttered from the ground.
Chris was surveying everything, an amused expression on his face. Kasimar was next to him, smiling as well.
"I'm going to destroy you." Dakota hissed to him as she picked herself up, stalking back to her cabin.
"Wait…what's going on? I'm confused." Lindsay asked.
(Confessional: Jo.)
Jo: I don't really know what's going on. All I know is that psycho girl is eliminated and that Dakota went all strategical and is acting like an asshole. *She laughs* That's fine by me. Takes the target off my back.
(End Confessional: Jo.)
(Confessional: Dakota.)
Dakota: *She howls in rage.* I am SO going to ruin his life. Kasimar, Mike, whatever! As soon as I win this I'm calling daddy and you'll be living on the streets for the rest of your life!
(End Confessional: Dakota.)
(Confessional: Trent.)
Trent: *Smirks* Knew I wasn't crazy! She won't last much longer now.
(End Confessional: Trent.)
"Alrighty campers. It's time to go to bed." Chris smirked. "Off you go, now."
Kasimar smirked. "I'm sure some people will be sleeping a lot better tonight, with some things cleared up."
Eva spat at his feet as he walked by, surprising him.
"Don't think just because you exposed that brat Dakota doesn't mean you are off the hook, you scheming little weasel. You're after her, mark my words."
Kasimar just scoffed and continued walking.
Tyler had been clutching Lindsay throughout the stressful exchange, and vice-versa. They finally unlatched (for the most part, they were still holding hands) and, after making sure Gwen was okay, shared a goodnight kiss and went to their separate cabins.
Harold pushed his glasses up on his nose, muttering about how he should of sprung into action during the fight and wowed everyone with his mad skills. Downtrodden, he headed back to his cabin as well.
Trent held Justin up. The latter couldn't help grinning, despite being angry. His foe was exposed, and her time was almost up. The two walked back to the guy cabin.
"C'mon." Eva said gruffly, scooping a still shaky Gwen over her shoulders and leading her to the cabin. A protesting Courtney followed them, telling Eva to be more careful and how she might cause internal bleeding.
A bemused Noah followed, the only difference was turning left instead of right to head to the male cabin.
That left Ezekiel and Jo.
"Well, that was awkward." Ezekiel ventured.
"Psyeah, I'll say." Jo scoffed. She yawned. "Whatever, I'm still here, so I could care less of what else is going on. I'm heading to bed. See you in the morning Freakzekiel." She left too.
Ezekiel sat there for another moment, thinking hard. He sat up, delivering his sagely advice. "Oh boy, do I have to take a whiz, eh."
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin: *Tired* And here I thought it was going to be a boring day.
(End Confessional: Justin.)
(Confessional: Harold.)
Harold: *He is miming karate* And then, whatakakak! Then, slam! Buschido! Shuto chop!
(End Confessional: Harold.)
(Confessional: Ezekiel.)
Ezekiel: *His back is turned to the camera, and he sighs in relief as the sound of water hitting water fills the outhouse.
(End Confessional: Ezekiel.)
Chris laughed, tapping the TV twice. IT was whisked upwards. "Well folks, what an episode, huh? How is Dakota going to survive now? Or Kasimar, for that matter? Is Jo in the clear for a little bit? And just exactly how butthurt is Harold? Find out all this and more, on the next exciting episode of: Total! Drama! Chaos!"
Final Result:
Izzy: 6 Votes.
Lindsay: 1 Vote.
Elimination Order: Blainley, Staci, Beth, LeShawna, Cameron, Sierra, B, Lindsay (1), Sam, Izzy (1), Scott, Zoey, Katie, DJ, Bridgette, Anne Maria, Lightning, Heather, Alejandro, Duncan, Owen, Cody, Sadie, Dawn, Brick, Geoff, Mike, Izzy (2).
Remaining Contestants: Justin, Courtney, Trent, Harold, Lindsay, Tyler, Jo, Ezekiel, Noah, Dakota, Kasimar, Gwen, Eva.
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