Chapter 26: Aftermath 4
It's the Total Drama Action Aftermath Show! The camera turned on to show the losers and former campers onstage, awkwardly looking at Heather and Bridgette. Courtney groaned. "This wasn't supposed to happen... did anyone come up with a plan?" She looked the others, and they shook their heads. "Well that's just great." "I've got an idea. Let's stall for a little bit while we think of something", Tyler said. Courtney nodded. "That'll work. We've got some footage from the season. Let's watch it!" Courtney picked up a remote from the table in front of her and hit a button. The TV screen above her turned on, showing clips of all the funniest, most dramatic and most action packed moments from previous episodes. After a few minutes, it ended. Courtney smiled nervously. "Well, that was nice... Now, why don't you guys relax in the winner's chair?" She pointed to a throne by one of the couches onstage. "There's only one seat", Heather said. Courtney glared at her. "Deal with it." Heather and Bridgette struggled to sit down together on the throne. Heather glared at Courtney. "Can we at least get a second chair?"
"Since Chris is going away on vacation, we've prepared some never before seen clips of him", Tyler said. "We were gonna save 'em for later, but here's a few." Tyler took the remote from Courtney and hit the button. The screen above them turned on, showing Chris in a few embarrassing scenes, including singing in the shower and eating a sandwich very messily. The audience laughed. Tyler laughed. "Pretty funny, huh?" Heather rolled her eyes. "Yeah, hilarious. Now can we pick a winner already?" "Nope! It's time for the season finale of That's Gonna Leave a Mark!" He hit a button on the remote and the screen showed a series of clips. In order, they were Gwen breaking a shovel over Harold's head, Owen getting pelted by golf balls, Heather getting hit by a falling stage light, Lindsay vomiting on Gwen, Lindsay punching Harold, Owen sitting on Cody by accident, Lindsay getting hit in the eye by a paper plane, Chris shooting seagulls at the cast members, Owen's jaw being broken, Chef hitting Cody with a bowling ball, and Eva punching a camera, breaking it. The video ended.
"Guys, really, can we end this already?", Bridgette asked. Courtney smiled. "Actually, I've devised a completely unbiased way to determine the winner: a quiz show, hosted by me." "Lame", everyone said. Harold stood up from the stands and ran offstage. He came back with some boards and tools, and began building something. "What are you doing?", Courtney asked. "As a founding member of Inventor Steve's Junior Inventors' Gizmo League, I've been behind many an ingenious contraption in my life." He finished building and bowed. "Behold, the answer to our problems! To win the million dollars, Heather and Bridgette will have to contort their bodies to fit through these specially shaped holes. It's brilliant, really." Heather smirked. "This'll be even easier than last season." "It's kinda weird, though", Bridgette said.
Harold placed the wall and hole contraption on a conveyor belt and stood by it. "Prepare to contort!" Bridgette stepped onto the belt and it began moving. She bent herself to fit through the hole and made it. The audience cheered. Then, Heather got on the belt and did the same. The audience cheered again. Harold got a new hole set up and the challenge continued. Then another, and another, and then some really weird ones, including a crab and a palm tree that they had to jump through, a ladder and pretzel that they shouldn't have been able to do at all, and multiple clouds, making multiple holes. Last up was a hole shaped like Harold's head. Bridgette tried to go through, but her ponytail got stuck and she fell over. The wall collapsed on top of her. The audience gasped. "Okay, Heather, if you can handle this, you win the million!", Tyler shouted. Heather smirked and got on the conveyor belt. She got to the hole and almost made it through, but tripped and knocked the wall over. Tyler shrugged. "Well, it's a tie."
"Make a decision! I'm bored!", Eva shouted. "And you know what happens when I'm bored?" She cracked her knuckles and Tyler gulped. "Well, looks like it's time for those clips of Chris!" "Once you've seen this side of Chris, you'll never look at him the same way again", Courtney added. She took the remote from Tyler and turned the video on. It showed Chris sleeping, holding a teddy bear and sucking his thumb, then Chris without his hair, putting on a wig, then Chris going outside in his bathrobe, which got blown away by the wind. "What exactly is going on here?", Chris asked. Everyone turned and saw Chris and Chef walking onstage, glaring at the teens. "Did the network listen when I told them that putting a bunch of amateurs in charge would be televised poison? No, why would they? But now, I'm in charge and the real show can begin." He walked over to the couch Tyler and Courtney were sitting on, took the remote and shooed them away. "What we're gonna do here is give each ex contestant a chance to ask a question of Bridgette and Heather, because they'll be deciding who to give the million dineros to." The audience gasped.
Chris sat down and relaxed on the couch. "Before we do that, let's watch each of our finalists at their very worst. First up is Heather, the princess wannabe." The TV screen showed Heather throwing up, breaking a nail, struggling to complete the super hero challenge, and getting Harold voted off. "Not the most ladylike contestant, I'd say. And you get pretty jealous, too. And then there's Bridgette. You may be pretty good at surfing, but on land there are days you trip over your own two feet." The video showed her doing just that, as well as tripping over rocks, falling off of things and tripping on her way into the trailer. Bridgette sighed. "So I'm clumsy on land, so what? Everyone know that already. And do you guys even need to ask questions? I think you know me and Heather pretty well." Chris smirked. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure..." Chris hit a button and the video changed. It showed Bridgette feeding some baby animals in the woods, and the audience awwed. Then it showed Heather going through the other girls' stuff and taking their makeup. The audience gasped, and Leshawna and Gwen glared at Heather. Chris laughed. "Yes! I'm back, baby!"
"Okay, now you all get to ask Heather and Bridgette a question to help you decide who deserves that cool mil. It's up to you to choose between these two sorry finalists. Geoff, Izzy, you wanna start us off?" They were busy making out. Chris shrugged. "Okay... Trent?" Trent stood up. "As part of Total Drama Action's movie theme, I wanna know about your character. Okay, let's say your boyfriend was here with you, on the other team, and was throwing challenges for you. What would you do?" "I'd let him keep doing it", Heather said. "If he wants to lose, it's his choice." Bridgette sighed. "I'd probably ask him to stop. Relationships are about equality, you can't just have one person be on the losing end of things all the time." Trent nodded. "Okay, next question. Gwen?" Gwen glared at Heather. "I wanna know how each of you plans to use the money you win to help save the environment when you're not busy thinking of yourselves." Heather scratched her head. "I hadn't really thought of that... I guess I'd get an electric car?" "I'd donate some of my money to help save the animals, especially dolphins. I love dolphins", Bridgette said. Gwen smiled. "Well, I've made my decision." "Okay, DJ, you're up next", Chris said. DJ stood up. "You are riding a bicycle quickly down a path, and there's a fork in the road. On one side are beautiful daisies. On the other, dandelions. You're gonna have to roll over one of them to get where you're going. Which path do you choose?" "Dandelions", both girls said in unison. DJ groaned. "No, you're supposed to stop the bike and save all the flowers!" Heather rolled her eyes. "DJ, stop being such a pansy."
Chris groaned. "Owen, entertain me." "I've recently decided to start eating healthy." "Yeah, right", Noah said. "Oh, no, no, it's true! After I cleaned out my family's cheese cellar over one ill fated weekend, a light bulb went off in my belly." Owen farted. "That's one noisy light bulb", Gwen said. The audience laughed. "And now, I want everyone else to eat healthy too!", Owen said. "I'm gonna get this whole wide world on a health kick! Hiyaah!" Owen did a karate kick and fell over. "Aah, my leg! Oww... so, Heather, Bridgette, I'd like to have an eating contest." Chris smiled. "Finally, a decent idea! Chef, bring in the nastiest stuff you've got!" Chef came in with a cart of health foods. "We've prepared tons of delicious kale, tofu, flax seed, plain yogurt, and other things, all part of a healthy, balanced diet. Eat right, stay bright!" Owen began doing some jumping jacks, but stopped after the second one to catch his breath. "Gah... let the healthing begin." Heather ate the tofu while Bridgette had the kale, and then they both forced down some of the flax seed and yogurt. Heather groaned. "I'm not feeling so healthy..." After another minute, Chris stood up. "Okay, time's up!" The girls stopped eating and Owen walked over to examine the cart. "Hmm, looks like they barely touched their seaweed. I'll have to factor that into my pick." "Okay, time for the next inquisitor. Duncan?" He crossed his arms. "I already know who I'm voting for. I'm good." Chris sighed. "Fine. Leshawna?" "I know how I'd spend the money if I won, but I wanna know how you'd spend it." Bridgette smiled. "I'd go on a vacation to Hawaii and donate some money to save endangered animals... and probably some other good causes. Not sure." The audience appluaded. "I promised Katie and Sadie I'd share my money last season. This season, if I win I need to share with them and Bridgette", Heather said. The audience applauded again, and Bridgette turned to Heather. "Wow... you'd really do that?" Heather smiled. "Of course. I couldn't have made it this far without you."
Chris checked his watch. "Okay Justin, make it quick, my plane tickets are calling." "I wanna know how you guys think my acting career is gonna go. Do you think I can be a leading man, or am I gonna be stuck doing character roles as villains, criminals and other surprisingly handsome antagonists?" Bridgette sighed. "Justin, you could totally be a leading man..." Heather rolled her eyes. "Yeah, probably. Not for any great movies though." Justin smiled and Chris facepalmed. "Lindsay?" Lindsay stood up. "I'm choosing Bridgette, because I'm still mad at Heather for getting me and Cody voted off last season. Thank you." "Lindsay, it has to be a question." "Oh. Um... do I hate Heather?" "Yes", both girls said. Lindsay was stunned. "Wow, you both know me so well! How am I gonna decide?' She sat back down. "Harold?", Chris called. Harold walked over to the girls and handed them some paper and pencils. "I will require you both to do your best drawing of a made up animal." He pulled out a stopwatch and hit a button on it. "Go!" The girls started drawing. "Stop!" He took the papers from them. "Hmm... nice Unicorn, Heather. And... Bridgette, this is just a whale." "No, it's a space whale! I didn't have time to draw space yet." "Oh, I see. Very good." He walked away and sat back down.
Chris checked his watch. "Okay, we're almost out of time. We can't do any more questions, so you guys need to vote. I've had Chef set up a voting booth backstage, so get going!" The losers and rejects went backstage and lined up to vote in the outhouse.
Outhouse Cam: Gwen
"You're not seeing it. I refuse to be predictable."
Outhouse Cam: Lindsay
Lindsay blew her nose on some toilet paper, then began writing on her hand. Once she saw there was no paper, she got a new sheet and wrote on it.
Outhouse Cam: Izzy
Izzy laughed maniacally as she wrote her vote out on some toilet paper. She stopped, scratched her chin and then resumed laughing and writing.
Outhouse Cam: Courtney
"Once again, this show cheaps out on production. How much can a decent pen cost?" She struggled to write out her vote.
After voting, everyone came back to the stage. Chris cleared his throat. "A million dollars will be awarded right now. Whose will it be? I have the answer right here in this urn." Chris picked up a pickle jar with the votes in it. "And now, the votes. One for Heather... one for Bridgette. Heather... Bridgette. One for Heather, one for Bridgette. Heather, Bridgette. Heather, Bridgette... Explosivo? Huh. Heather, Bridgette... Heather, Bridgette, Heather, Bridgette... Heather, Bridgette, Heather, Bridgette... And the season two, Total Drama winner is... Bridgette!" Bridgette gasped, stood up and squealed while the audience cheered. Several of the teens onstage cheered as well. "Yes, I did it, I really did it!" Chris walked up to her and patted her shoulder. "Congratulations, Bridgette, you're a millionaire!"
Heather walked away to backstage, and Bridgette followed her. She found Heather sniffling and crying in a corner. "Heather? Heather, are you okay?" "No, I'm not okay! I just lost the million dollars!" She turned away from Bridgette. "I worked so hard for this... I won last season but lost the money, and now I've lost again. I hate losing!" Bridgette hugged Heather. "Hey, calm down, it's okay... I think I know what would cheer you up." "What?" "I'm gonna share my prize money with you." Heather looked at Bridgette. "But what about Katie and Sadie?" "They can have some, too." Heather smiled. "Really?" Bridgette smiled and nodded. Heather returned Bridgette's hug. "Thank you! Thank you so much, Bridgette!" "No prob. I couldn't have done it without our alliance." Heather put her hand on Bridgette's cheek and turned her head so they were facing each other. "Let's make this alliance even stronger." She leaned in close and kissed Bridgette. After a few seconds, Bridgette pulled away, blushing. "Wow... I was NOT expecting that." Heather blushed. "I like you, Bridgette." "I... I like you too. So, does this mean..." "This isn't just an alliance. It's a partnership." Bridgette nodded. "Okay. Now let's go my million bucks."
The girls walked back onstage. The audience was cheering and applauding like crazy. Chris stood up and turned to the cameras. "And so it ends. Thanks, from me, your beloved and humble host, Chris McLean. It's been a great season of Total Drama Action!"
Well, that was an odd ending, wasn't it? However, if you look back, there have been hints about it throughout the season... at least for the Heather and Bridgette part. Not that half of you care... Anyway, thank you all for reading. I'm sorry about being so blunt lately, and not making announcements as much this season, but I've been busy with my family and I'm taking some classes over the summer that start in July. So, after one more chapter of this story, I'm taking a hiatus. I should start posting my season three fan fic in the second week of July. Look forward to it. Thanks for all the reviews so far, I appreciate them. Bye for now.