Disclaimer: I own Fat Man, Larry, Lewis, and Val. Everything else is more than likely the result of someone else.
Warning: This contains drama, a jump scare, zero Lewis, talk of a certain baby, tears, secrets revealed, alliances, cheating, and an upsetting note at the end of the chapter by a certain contestant. You have been warned.
Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: I LIVE! Seriously, I do. I may have a really busy schedule, but with Thanksgiving break here, I'm free to do whatever I want! So, here you get this! As a tradition I'm starting, please state one thing you are grateful for if you review. I am grateful for all you reviewers and supporters. I love you all! Also, as a side note, after this chapter, I'm going to finish episode two of Fire Island. If you love this story, you might find a love for that one as well. Until then, enjoy the chapter!
Do nut, because trying is too hard.
E16 P2: Donut Time
(Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria)
Stich, who had previously rebooked his room and gotten settled, had decided to start his search with the one place he and Lewis loved as children: the Pizzeria. He doubted Slender would be hiding there, but he thought he would at least ask Freddy if he had seen the faceless demon.
Stich entered the restaurant to find that it was vacant. Stich found this slightly odd, since Freddy's was never empty. He then remembered that the town was temporarily shut down due to the fact Lewis was using it for the show. No doubt Lewis was paying to compensate for the money everyone was losing too.
"Hello?" Stich called out. "Anyone around? Freddy? Bonnie?" He got a clanging of pans in response, making Stich hide a grin. Looks like the only one in was…
Quietly, he made his way around the main dining area to a large door with a circular window. He slipped a peek to see Chica, who was sliding a pizza in the oven. He chuckled to himself and waited for when she was in no danger of hurting herself. Once he was sure, he smirked and burst into the room.
"SCREEEEEEE!"
Confessional: And…
Stich: In hindsight, scaring Chica, the shyest member of the band, was not really the best idea I've had.
(Heroic Hamsters)
As both teams filed into the back room, they found that the donuts were already made and ready to be packaged. All the contestants had to do was put them into the boxes. They split off into groups they were comfortable with and started packing the donuts at different stations. Currently, Dawn, Alejandro, and Larry were all quickly setting donuts into the boxes.
"This isn't what I thought I'd be doing for a living," Larry admitted, picking up the donuts three at a time and setting them in box after box. "I thought I'd be a diplomat for my island or something."
"Guess fate had different plans," Alejandro chuckled. "I could see you as the donut guy. Little kid pops into the store and he'll be like, 'look momma! A giant suit with a head inside is handing out donuts! Can I go say hi?'"
Dawn giggled at the mental image while Larry gave a slight frown. "I'm more than just a suit with a head inside," he said. "I have feelings too."
"I know, I was only teasing," Alejandro said with a playful smile. "Just saying though, if you win the million, why don't you just come live here? I'll most likely be close to Dawn, and I'd assume she wants to be close to her uncle, right?"
Dawn smiled. "Yep. He's going to stay in Not-So-Silent Hill for a few weeks, so I figured I can just stay in the hotel for a while until he leaves," she said.
"See, there you go," Alejandro said. "You're Dawn's best friend. Heck, you're one of my best friends. Why go when you can stay here?"
Larry seemed to look conflicted. If his face were alive, he'd probably be crying at the offer. However, he said, "I'd love to stay here, but… my island needs me. I don't want outsiders to abuse my people as it's been untouched by society. If I win, I need to go there and make sure it's safe."
Alejandro nodded, respecting the answer. "I understand," he said. Larry nodded and continued to work. However, he was shocked when Alejandro said, "But we expect you to visit us every so often when you leave. Ok?"
Larry looked at his two best friends, both smiling at him. Larry couldn't help but shake. "I will," he nodded, and the couple could have sworn his dead face twitched briefly into a smile.
Confessional: If only I had lips.
Alejandro: You know, at the start of the contest, I expected everyone to continually hate me and be voted off early. As it turns out… I've made several friends on my journey here. Gwen, Larry, Dawn, Dakota, Noah, Zeke, Geoff, Izzy. I feel as though I've moved past my season, and I'm glad I've made these friends so that I can move on.
Larry: I've overcome much… but I'm touched by the fact Alejandro and Dawn both care deeply for me. I share the same care for them. Perhaps I will make good on visiting them. After all, what kind of best friend would I be if I never showed my face around Dawn's kid? I can be a pretty good role model when I want to be.
In a different part of the back room, DJ, Katie, and Bridgette were all putting donuts in boxes. DJ seemed to be the fastest at this and already had about eleven boxes full. Katie and Bridgette had about six boxes a piece, but they couldn't match DJ's speed.
"How are you going so fast?" Bridgette said, still bewildered that DJ was going so fast.
DJ simply shrugged, filling up another box. "I guess it's just skill," he said. "I always did fancy to become a baker, so boxing things has been a skill I've been developing. Who knew it'd help me so much here?"
"Of course my boyfriend's great at something like this," Katie giggled. "I'm just that lucky."
Bridgette looked at how cute the two were and felt slightly bad about what she had done a few episodes back. She knew she should tell them so that her conscience could be happy… but she was afraid. She was afraid of what that could do.
So, instead, she said, "You two are cute together. I'm glad you have each other."
Katie smiled. "Thanks," she said. "DJ's been my rock during my separation with Sadie. I don't know what I'd be able to do without him."
"Cuddling alone?" DJ suggested with a smirk. Katie blushed furiously and both DJ and Bridgette laughed.
Confessional: Can wood be cuddly?
DJ: I think Bridgette's pretty chill. Maybe she'd like to join us for the next elimination? We are kind of in the minority. Perhaps Larry would be willing to accept us as well? I just don't want Katie to end up being victim to elimination.
Bridgette: DJ was one of the first people I used. I know I should tell him and apologize… but I don't want to be targeted. When I know I'll be safe, I'll tell them. It's just… so hard. Now I know how Alejandro must have felt with his whole redemption scheme. Which seems to be working, now that I think about it.
Scott and Val were both alone in a corner. They were filling boxes, but not wholeheartedly. They figured they were good either with or without immunity. Scott had just filled another box when a thought occurred to him.
"We have no allies other than Mal on this team," he said in realization.
"I've noticed. But what's the big deal? I can easily gain temporary allies, as you've seen while we were on the Villainous Vultures," Val shrugged.
Scott shook his head. "No. Alejandro and Dawn know, remember? They probably told the shrunken head. Not to mention Izzy dropped the bomb I made Dawn pregnant. Not a lot of people like me right now."
Val nodded, considering this. "I admit I didn't account for this," he admitted. "I have the Pinkie Idol, so that's you safe for one solid round. But I might need to resort to desperate measures to get votes."
"Well, Dawn's no longer a scape goat since we have Alejandro in the way," Scott muttered. "And let's not forget the disembodied head either. We have to take out those three, and let's face it, all three are too well liked to get votes for."
Val grumbled something intelligible. "I'll figure something out," he muttered.
Confessional: I figured out that the author likes little girl shows.
Vallowsmeir: I didn't figure we'd be so tied up. Sure, my credibility is still stable with one half of the contestants. Thing is, Scott's still a target. Even if I talked to the others, Scott still has a red and white target on his forehead. #$%it! This wasn't supposed to be the hard stage!
Scott: It seems as though Val values me. I thought he was this demon who cared about nothing more than himself and the prosperity of the demon race. And yet… he wants me in this game. Whether or not he's focused on his goal, I'm distracting him. (Smirks.) Cool. Never saw that coming.
Mike and Zoey were silently working as they packaged the donuts. Zoey was giving Mike the silent treatment, in which Mike didn't fully understand. They packed donuts for a few more minutes before he stopped and looked at his girlfriend.
"Why are you suddenly ignoring me?" he asked her. "We seemed fine yesterday. So what…"
"You keep ignoring me at night," Zoey muttered. "You go off and do your own thing. I don't know what you do and I'm sick of having to go off to find you."
Mike blinked. "I don't… remember ignoring you," he said, scrunching his face together. "Heck, I can't really remember nights that well recently."
Zoey rolled her eyes. "Excuses," she grumbled. "If you don't want to be with me, then don't! I'm perfectly fine with it. Because honestly, with your running away from me, I feel as though we're drifting apart as it is."
Mike blinked again. "Zoey, I love you. I don't know what's going on, but…" Mike said but Zoey stopped him.
"That's another think. You never know what's going on. You always blame it on one of your personalities. Guess what? You don't have any anymore! Except for Vito, but you never take your shirt…" Zoey trailed off. "You've been seeing someone other than me, haven't you? As Vito, so you don't remember."
"What? No!"
"That makes so much sense," Zoey muttered to herself.
"Zoey, I'm loyal only to you! Why don't you trust me anymore?"
"Give me a reason to." Silence. "That's what I thought. Shut up so we can win this #$% challenge."
Confessional: I would have said something witty.
Mike: What… just happened? I thought we were doing fine yesterday! What the heck went wrong between that time? I ask because I legit have no clue!
Zoey: (Looks upset.) I know I was harsh on Mike… but I need him to see that he's not been the best boyfriend lately. Maybe this will get him to see he needs to spend more time with me. Maybe.
(Villainous Vultures)
Dakota and Noah were alone packing donuts. Zeke had decided to go off to look for Izzy and the odd couple hadn't chastised Zeke for it. Izzy needed those pills soon, so they were perfectly fine on Zeke wondering around looking for her.
"She'll be fine," Noah sighed, seeing Dakota's had been slowing down.
"I know… but I can worry," Dakota mumbled. "She's my best friend Noah. I hate seeing her like this."
"I hate living, but hey, we can't have everything. At least my wish is slowly coming true," Noah grumbled. Dakota looked at Noah for a moment carefully.
"Why do you take your life for granted?" Dakota asked. "You mean something to the world. You mean a lot to me. Why do you feel as though you don't matter?"
Noah simply shrugged. "I don't see the point," he said. "I just don't see why everyone loves living. I personally find the whole experience boring and unneeded."
Dakota looked at Noah skeptically. "So, you're basically saying you don't have anything positive in your life that you have?"
"Nope. I hate everything," he said.
Dakota glared at him for a moment before smirking. "I bet I can name five things you like," she said. "Five."
Noah looked at her with a look of 'oh really?' "You don't know me as well as you might think. I doubt you can name one," he said.
Dakota held her smirk. "Give me a few minutes. I have to think on this for a moment."
Confessional: A challenge!
Noah: I get that me and Dakota are kind of 'together', but she doesn't know me. Besides, it's not like we have the rest of our lives ahead of us. I'm dying. My life is unsatisfactory as it is. There isn't a single thing I'll take as a positive experience when I die, let alone five.
Dakota: I don't have five right now. I have one. And trust me, it's that one that will have him regretting this conversation.
Gwen and Tyler were in another section of the back room. Tyler may not have been the best at sports, but he was somehow great at boxing. He had about five stacks of ten boxes already, and he wasn't stopping. Gwen seemed impressed.
"You know what you're doing," she complemented.
"Thanks. The sports must have helped my reflexes become quick," Tyler said, throwing another box into a new pile. "Plus, I like the fact this challenge is sort of a test of my skills. I wonder if I can pack the most boxes."
"Win the challenge, and no doubt you're the guy who won it," Gwen chuckled. She then pondered something for a moment. "I wonder if Lewis was allow us stealing the other team's boxes and count them as our own."
"I personally doubt it. Lewis isn't Chris," Tyler pointed out. "However, Foxy's the one hosting the challenge, and he is a pretty cool pirate. Maybe?"
Gwen thought for another moment and shrugged. "Eh, I'll pass. I'm not one for villainous acts anyway. I'll just keep boxing at my own pace," she said.
"And while you do that, I'll keep boxing at my pace," he said, throwing another box behind him. Gwen looked and gasped. He already had two more piles of ten behind him.
"How do you #$% do that?" she said, shaking her head.
Confessional: Magic!
Tyler: It must be a hidden skill I never knew I had. If the big leagues never work out for me, I know where I'm coming to work! I wonder of Foxy has any openings for donut boxers…
Trent and Sadie were boxing donuts alone. Mr. Coconut wasn't too far away, but not close enough to be within normal talking distance. Sadie was slightly glaring at Trent, who eventually caught notice.
"What?" he asked.
"Mr. Coconut doesn't trust us anymore because of what you said last night," Sadie muttered. "Why are you so harsh?"
Trent sighed. "I admit, I was pretty much a jerk," he said. "I'm willing to give Mr. Coconut a second chance."
Sadie rolled her eyes. "You don't get it," she said. "You drew a fine line last night. Now it's almost completely irreversible."
"I'm sorry! What can I do to reverse this? Seriously, I'll do anything," Trent said.
Sadie smirked. "The one thing you hate doing Trent," she said, giggling evilly. "The one thing you'll be begging me not to do."
Trent paled. "No, please, anything but that!"
"You must," Sadie giggled. "You must… apologize. To Mr. Coconut. Face. To. Face."
Confessional: The horror!
Mr. Coconut: I think they forgot I could hear the entire conversation. (Chuckles.) That was quite hilarious though. I must admit, Sadie can be intimidating when up close and personal. I could feel the intenseness from all the way over form where I was.
Sadie: (Giggles.) I love how I can boss Trent around. It's a gift!
Zeke was exploring the entire backroom for Izzy. He hadn't spotted her anywhere. He sighed, looking around a corner. "Where could she be, eh?" he asked.
"What the #$% do you want?" someone muttered. Zeke turned to see Izzy sitting on a top shelf of a donut holder.
"Izzy! This is perfect eh! I've been looking for you!" he said, reaching into his pocket.
Izzy sneered. "Why? I'm not enough for you," she said angrily. "I'm inferior to Dawn. I saw you two this morning. It's all a lie! A conspiracy! You're all out to get me! BUT I WON'T LET YOU!" Izzy jumped off the rack and bolted down the hallway.
"Izzy, wait eh!" Zeke shouted, running as fast as he could after her.
Confessional: I can speak like Zeke, eh.
Zeke: I need to calm Izzy down, eh. She must have thought me talking to Dawn this morning was some romantic gesture, which it wasn't. Maybe I should work down her insecurities, eh? Give her reasons why she's overreacting and get her to see I'm not the bad guy, eh.
Izzy: Evil… they're all evil…
Beth had made her way over to the set of boxes DJ had packaged. Smirking, she grabbed two and quickly made her way unseen over to her station she had set up. Harold was sitting, boxing a set of donuts as Beth approached.
"You're totally going to get caught," Harold muttered. "It's best to do your own work in a challenge."
Beth scoffed. "You're just jealous I came up with this idea. Seriously, if we leech off the other team, their numbers go down, and we shoot up!" she said.
"And Lewis would allow cheating," Harold said bluntly. "I'm all for the idea, but he won't allow it. I know Lewis well enough."
"But he's not the one hosting, now is he?" Beth pointed out. "Foxy is. And pirates cheat all the time. I find it completely fair."
Harold sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Do as you wish. But if this backfires, I had no role in your elimination," Harold said. Beth scowled.
"You can shut up," Beth muttered and walked over to grab more boxes.
Confessional: I would shut up if I had a mouth.
Beth: I care nothing for Harold. Heck, he's on top of my list, right next to Tyler. However, he does have some connections, otherwise the elimination wouldn't have worked last night. So, I'll have him vote with me one last time before I backstab him. Can't have him take me out this early, now can I?
Harold: She thinks I'm her pawn. Yeah, sure Beth. You think that. Obviously I want her gone, but I'm starting to see value in eliminating someone who's made it into every season from the original cast. I am one of those few, but I realized that both Izzy and Gwen are the only two who fit the bill. Since these guys are so strong players, perhaps Beth will see reason to vote for them.
(Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria)
Stich had helped Chica relax and wake up by sitting her down at a table in the kitchen. They sat across each other, a piece of pizza set in front of both individuals. Chica had a plain cheese pizza while Stich had a pepperoni pizza with coconut flakes.
"After all these years, you remember my favorite type of pizza," Stich smiled.
"W-w-w-well, we here at Freddy's n-n-n-never forget a face," Chica blushed. Stich gave Chica a soft smile.
"You mean, you'd never forget my face," Stich corrected. Chica blushed further and Stich chuckled. "It's ok, Chica. Just because we dated a few times in the past doesn't mean we can't have a pleasant conversation. Besides, I've heard rumors you've found someone else you've taken a liking to."
Chica blushed deeply. "Erm…" she said Stich lightly chuckled.
"I understand. Being your ex must make this entire thing awkward," Stich chuckled. Chica nodded, confirming Stich's statement. "Well, I don't see the need to further bring it up. I'm happily married, you have a boyfriend, so I feel as though we both moved on." Chica again nodded, but said nothing. "Is there something else I'm missing? You don't seem very talkative. You never were one for words, but I remember back when you couldn't stop talking to me."
Chica blushed again. "Um… no, nothing's wrong. I just… you've been gone forever, and… it's weird seeing you after so long. You've grown up a lot."
Stich chuckled again. "Six, seven years would do that to ya," he said. "But you look the same as always. Perks of not being able to grow up. I envy you a little."
Chica blushed again. "At least you can… you know. Have a family. I can never have that…" she said. Stich gave her a reassuring smile.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out," Stich said reassuringly. Chica offered him a smile and they sat in silence for a moment. "Oh, I almost forgot why I was here," Stich said. "I'm looking for my Uncle Slender. Lewis said that he was around town last night and I was asking around if people had seen him."
Chica sadly shook her head. "Sorry, but I haven't," she said.
Stich sighed but gave Chica a smile. "I understand. I'll be in town for a few days to help Lewis, so if you see anything, let me know," he said. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a card and slid it across the table. Chica looked at it and giggled.
"'Stich's Cake and Demon Shop'?" she asked, giggling.
"Hey, when you're bothers are a group of demon hunters and you're a baker, you pick up a few things which make the two work," Stich defended. "But yeah. The number on the card is my cell-phone. If you see Slender, give me a call."
Chica nodded. "Ok. It was nice seeing you, Stich," she said.
Stich offered her a smile. "It was nice catching up with you as well," he said and promptly left the restaurant.
Confessional: He's married, so no shipping!
Stich: I just barely realized something. This show seems to be full of old and new romance. Weird. Sorry guys, but I am happily married in Hawaii with a wife and coconut cake business. With a side of demonic devices being sold. I needed something to pay off the rent for my apartment.
(Heroic Hamsters)
Larry had just finished packing a box of donuts when he realized something. "I forgot to congratulate you," Larry said. Dawn raised an eyebrow.
"About what?" she asked.
"The baby. Alejandro had assumed a while ago, but it was merely a guess back then. He told me, so I didn't assume anything until it was confirmed. I haven't seen you enough to congratulate you," Larry said.
Dawn raised an eyebrow and looked at her new boyfriend. "You knew I was pregnant?" Dawn asked him.
Alejandro shrugged. "Sort of. I overheard a convo with Bart and I eavesdropped on Val and Scott. I put two and two together into a theory that made sense."
Dawn nodded, smiling a little. "Well, at least you found out and accepted it," she sighed. "Unlike my dad and other people…"
"Why does your dad hate you? It can't have been the baby because I remember you were disowned when you were little," Larry said. Dawn sighed, but nodded.
"You're right. The baby just added to his hatred. No, he hates me because… I don't have red hair," she mumbled.
Silence filled the room.
"Your father disowned you… because of… your hair?!" Alejandro said angrily. Dawn winced and nodded. "What kind of #$% excuse is that?! You're his daughter! His flesh and blood! And he hates you for your hair?!"
"And I thought I got unconditionally angry," Larry mumbled.
Dawn sighed, shaking her head. "My family line is fairly pure," Dawn said. "The oddest one is Lewis. Lewis makes somewhat sense because his mom has blue hair and his birth father had red hair. It also explains Stich and Leroy. Brown hair also runs in the family, but it's rare. Fat Man and Chris have it, and they're on different sides of the family."
"What's wrong with blonde hair?" Larry asked. "I quite like blonde hair."
Dawn sighed again. "That's just it: nothing. Just because no one in our family has blonde hair doesn't mean I can't. Sure, it's not genetically sound, but it shouldn't matter. But no. My father wouldn't hear it… so, he disowned me. Lewis took me in, being the only other oddity of the family. I still have family who cares… just not my dad and step-grandfather."
Alejandro shook his head. "I don't understand some people," he muttered. "But if I ever meet your father again, I'm giving him a good old punch in the face."
Dawn let out a sad giggle. "I'd let you do it to," Dawn said. "If I wasn't non-violent."
"…Oh."
Confessional: I don't even have hair.
Larry: I'm with Alejandro on this one. I don't see why hair should define who someone is. Dawn has many quirks, many of which people do judge her on that actually might make more sense. But the fact of it is, her father disowned her based on a trait she didn't define. I find that kind of cold, especially since for all he knows, the blonde hair came from him somehow.
Dawn: Why do I feel as though someone is going to do something incredibly anger based?
Alejandro: Lewis, if you're watching this, ask Leroy to come here so I can punch his #$% face in! Dawn doesn't deserve that kind of treatment! EVER!
Lewis: He does know I'm her legal guardian, right? And that Leroy has no legal right to be anywhere near Dawn unless I am present due to the court deciding it that way? Yeesh, no one ever pays attention to that sort of thing.
DJ, Katie, and Bridgette were still working hard at their work. It seemed as though DJ had picked up speed and was packing faster with each box he did. Katie and Bridgette had decided to just pick up slack, as they felt they didn't need to worry about the team.
"Besides, the one with the most boxes will probably get immunity," Bridgette said. "I don't need it, since I'm fairly safe."
"I agree," Katie nodded. "I may not be in some of the tighter circles, but DJ and I are fairly certain we aren't targets."
"Immunity doesn't hurt though," DJ said with a shrug. "Besides, it increases the chances at least one of us will move on. If one of us doesn't win, then the other needs to try for victory." Katie giggled.
"You're cute when you have a goal," she said, smiling. "So long as we have a kiss on hold waiting for us, we'll be good to go."
DJ smirked. "I can get behind that," he said.
Bridgette looked at the couple and smiled. The relationship really was beautiful. She sighed. She knew she wanted to wait. But… their relationship was perfect. She couldn't just… leave this hanging. "Hey guys?" she said. DJ and Katie turned to her. "I have… something to confess to you…"
Confessional: Fitting I'm here, right?
Katie: (Looks as though she is pondering something.) That's odd. I wonder what Bridgette has to confess. We don't really know each other, so it's strange she brought it up.
Bridgette: I can do this… everything will end alright. Right?
Scott and Val continued to pack donuts. Nothing much was said between the two, as they had discussed most of the plan. However, something was nagging in Scott's head that just had to be asked. "So Val. What's the main objective in this plan of yours? Sure, there's this object, but what is the end game?" Scott asked.
Val seemed to think on that for a moment. "I guess it's a good question," he finally said. "My goal is to be reunited with my younger brothers. To do so, I not only need this object, but I also need the death of significant figures to power a portal strong enough to open a pocket dimension. My brothers are doing the same in their respective universes, only differently."
Scott nodded, processing that information. "So this object is supposed to help you with that?" Scott said.
"Theoretically, it's supposed to give me limited access to future events. It'll give me a better idea of what I need to do to open a pocket dimension," Val said. "I do know that I need these cuffs off and that Lewis must die. Other than that, everything else is uncertain."
Scott nodded, accepting this. "Alright. So long as I can tag along, it's cool," he said, shrugging.
Val offered him a smirk. "Of course you're coming along," Val said. "I've already integrated you into my plan. You're stuck with me now."
Scott returned Val's smirk. "Cool."
Confessional: Brothers… hmmm.
Vallowsmeir: The trouble of all this is that the future isn't certain. I know several methods of creating a pocket dimension for me and my brothers to join up. The problem is, we each have to use a different method. I know them well enough to know which method's they'll take. The issue for me is that I have to create the intial dimension, which is harder. Lewis' death can do it, but I need some sort of object to help me be a being of power. I'll figure it out when the time comes.
Scott: I hardly know what's going on. I'm just a tag along looking for some fun. Maybe Val will keep some women alive so I can have some fun? Maybe? Pretty please?
Mike and Zoey were quiet. They didn't speak, as Mike didn't want to make Zoey angrier than she already was. Zoey didn't speak since she thought Mike would try to explain his reasoning. However, time passed as neither one spoke.
This situation was starting to get super awkward.
Confessional: Short, but meaningful.
Zoey: Maybe I should apologize. I was rough and made it seem I don't care. I do. I just… I don't know what's going on right now. It's all so confusing…
Mike: Maybe I should apologize. I haven't apparently been the best boyfriend. I can't remember half of it, but I think it's my fault regardless. Hopefully Zoey will be able to forgive me.
(Villainous Vultures)
Dakota and Noah were continuing to put donuts into boxes. Dakota was thinking while Noah was smirking. He knew that Dakota was stumped so he decided to call it good. "You can stop pondering. I know you can't think of anything," Noah said.
"On the contrary, I've thought of four things that are positive in your life that you would be leaving behind," Dakota said. Noah's jaw dropped and he shook his head.
"No, you haven't," he grumbled. "You just think you have."
It was Dakota's turn to smirk. "One: the friends on this show you've made. Izzy, Zeke, Geoff, and Alejandro. You may not admit it, but they are your friends. And you care about them."
Noah frowned… but didn't deny it. "What else?" he mumbled.
"Two: this show. You may hate it, but you have to admit, you wouldn't have met your friends without it," Dakota pointed out. Noah scowled, but nodded.
"Hate it because I need it," he muttered.
"Three: Fat Man. You're dying, you hate and regret everything, and yet, despite that, someone is trying to save your life because they care," Dakota said.
"And the fourth thing?" Noah asked, hating that Dakota was trashing him in his face.
Dakota's smirk held. "I'm saving that one for last. Let me come up with one more first," she said. Noah nodded and continued filling donut boxes, regretting ever challenging Dakota to start with.
Confessional: Never challenge a girl.
Noah: I regret so much right now… and yet, why do I feel as though it's ok? Bah, Dakota's getting to me.
Dakota: (Smiles.) I'm so totally kicking Noah's butt right now. Two more, and we'll see who's more dominant in this relationship. Hint: it's not Noah.
Tyler had several more stacks of boxes at this point, in which Gwen had promptly given up. How could she compete with that? Tyler just kept piling box after box, and Gwen could barely get one to his… several stacks worth.
"Are you some kind of boxing god?" she asked.
Tyler thought for a moment. "Depends. I can box boxes and I can also box in a ring," he said. "I suck at the latter of the two, so I wouldn't be any good in a boxing match."
Gwen giggled with a playful roll of her eyes. "I meant boxing boxes god," she said.
"Oh. In which case, maybe," Tyler nodded. "Seriously, I didn't even know I was this good."
"As far as I'm concerned, if we somehow lose the challenge, at least my ally's safe," Gwen said.
Tyler nodded in agreement. "True that. I wouldn't mind solo immunity. With Beth targeting my back, it's better to be safe than sorry."
"Speaking of Beth, we have a choice. Should we try targeting Beth or Harold tonight?" Gwen asked. "They both probably had a hand in eliminating our other half."
Tyler tapped his chin. "I hate Beth… but Harold actually has a strategy. He can plan things out far ahead of time than Beth can. That being said, voting off Beth takes away Harold's sense of security. Either option sounds good."
Gwen nodded and sighed. "Who knew strategy was so hard?" she asked.
"Heather probably did. Too bad she was voted off first," Tyler said. Then blinked. "Wait, what did I say that for? Why was I sad Heather's gone? It's Heather!"
Confessional: Ah, Heather. Weird to talk about early boots who didn't even make it past episode one.
Gwen: I totally forgot about Heather. It's weird, since she was normally the main villain in every season she was in except this one. Makes me wonder who the main villain is since Heather doesn't fill that roll. Hmmm….
Tyler: I don't really think it matters who we vote for so long as I don't get eliminated before Beth. I need to eliminate her somehow… I just need to figure out a way soon. Never know when she might attack me with the votes.
Trent kept glancing over at Mr. Coconut nervously and then back at Sadie. "Do I have to go alone?" he asked desperately.
Sadie nodded. "You want to make things right, right?" Trent nodded. "Then you can do it all on your lonesome!" she said. "I don't see why you're so worried."
"He is ticked at me right now," Trent muttered. "And he does have the ability to rip me in half whenever he wanted to."
Sadie shrugged. "That was by no means my fault," she said. "Come on, just go tell him that you're sorry and make up. Guys don't take things personally like girls do."
Girls also seem to think guy business is personal to them, Trent grumbled inside his head. He took a deep breath, nodded at Sadie, and walked over to where Mr. Coconut was standing.
Mr. Coconut gave no signal he saw Trent's approach. Trent kept his breathing calm and stood next to him for a few moments. Taking one more breath, he said, "I'm sorry."
Mr. Coconut didn't respond. Right as Trent was about to leave, Mr. Coconut said, "I forgive you. Next time, just tell me I'm acting like a jerk, ok? Don't just tell Sadie and have me eavesdrop."
"In my defense, you're the one who keeps eavesdropping," Trent said.
"Touché. But quit keeping things bottled up inside yourself," Mr. Coconut said. After a moment, they both chuckled. "Seriously though… I forgive you."
Trent smiled. "Thanks. Sorry I was a bad friend."
"Nah, you weren't. Friends fight. That's just how it goes."
Confessional: Does that mean enemies have teaparties?
Sadie: (Squealing in delight.) Yay! I got my best friend and my boyfriend to speak to each other again! Now all I need to do is make sure nothing else goes in any way awkward. That should be fairly easy. Maybe. Perhaps I should handle strategy for the night? That way, no one can argue about anything except the fact I'm terrible at strategy!
Mr. Coconut: (His suit shakes.) Something's off in the world of strategy. I wonder what it could be.
Beth had continued stealing more and more boxes while Harold was simply shaking his head. "This is never going to work," he muttered.
"Again, don't care," Beth muttered. "Besides, I know something you don't."
"And what could that possibly be? That you're an emotional #$% who cares about nothing but herself?"
"While true, no," Beth mumbled. "I found out that Tyler allied with our previous target's girlfriend. They're planning on voting for one of us. More specifically, you."
Harold scowled. "That's not possible," he muttered. "I'm not a good target. Anyone can plow me over in the finale. Why target me of all people?"
Beth shrugged. "Don't care, really. I wouldn't mind voting you myself," she said, hiding a smirk. Harold eyed her carefully.
"I say we vote Gwen. It gets you're prey in a loner position and I can rest easy knowing no one will target me again," Harold proposed. "You can't turn the offer down because it keeps you safe for another round as well."
Beth sighed and shrugged a little bit. "Whatever. I'm safe either way, so it's not like it matters. I'm going to go steal more boxes. Later," she grumbled and left, leaving Harold to shake his head.
Confessional: Shake what your momma gave ya!
Beth: I know that they were actually planning are targeting me. I plan on leading Harold into a false sense of security. If he thinks he's a target, then he won't focus on me. This way, I can form a side alliance to eliminate Harold. Best way to trick him, anyway.
Harold: I may have the strategic mind-set, but that is no good reason to target me. I figure since Gwen is smarter than Tyler, she must have proposed the idea. This'll teach her the proper place of women…
Zeke had continued to chase after Izzy. He finally caught up to her as she was resting by holding onto a door frame. She was still glaring at Zeke. "Quit following me," she snarled.
"No, eh," Zeke said, huffing to catch his breath. "I care about you too much. I ain't gonna let ya down! Besides, it ain't what you think it is, eh."
"Pfft, like you know anything," Izzy hissed. "You're just a farm boy, innocent and a fool! This world is cruel and evil!"
"The world may be bad, eh," Zeke agreed, "but you aren't. You aren't one to do bad things. You've done things to Dawn, Dakota, Lewis, and me that weren't nice the past week, eh, but I know you. I know none of this is you."
Izzy twitched. "No! This is me! You don't know me Zeke! HOW COULD I HAVE EVER LOVED YOU?!" she screeched and jumped out of the door frame and continued running. Zeke sighed but effortlessly charged after her.
Confessional: Zeke's not a battery.
Izzy: Nothing… he knows nothing… right? No! I AM ME! HE'S NOTHING!
Zeke: I might be slowing her down, eh. I don't think she wants to hate me anymore, but she's trying to keep it up because she's not on her pills. She doesn't know how to stop. If I can just stop her long enough to show her the pills, I should be golden.
(Voodoo Donut Main Lobby)
Foxy and Sunset had set up a table for themselves. Foxy had ordered some tea from some of his employees. Since he was the owner, he just took the tab from his paycheck. Sunset glanced at Foxy carefully.
"What's this all about Foxy?" Sunset asked carefully. "The last time I saw you, we couldn't be together because it was all about the restaurant. I come back, and all of the sudden, you have your own business? What's this all about?"
Foxy chuckled. "Well, that, lass, was a plan I developed after a year since yer departure from ta town. Freddy didn' like seein' me upset over losin' ya, and he had tis brilliant plan in how I coul' be with ye."
Sunset raised her eyebrows. "And that was?" Sunset asked.
Foxy gave her a broad grin. "Voodoo Donut," he said. "Ya see, Freddy's is quite a profitable organization. We're pretty rich, considerin' not being known for the right reasons, mostly bein' my fault. Anyway, Freddy decided ta to open another restaurant to rope in the business, which spawned Voodoo donut. And he gave it ta me so I could work here part time."
Sunset nodded, but still seemed confused. "How does this bring us closer together?" she asked.
Foxy's grin grew. "It's a restaurant chain, lass," he said. "One in ever' major city in da U.S. And I'm in charge o' each an' ever' one."
It took a moment for it to register to Sunset's mind. But when it did, a look of shock appeared on her face. "You mean… when I travel around… in the major cities I'm in… there'll be a Voodoo Donut? Does that mean…?"
"I can transfer to any of the chain I want to lass. To be with ye," he said, smiling.
Sunset didn't know what to say. Tears appeared on her face as she smiled. With no warning, Sunset's lips crashed into Foxy's. Foxy smiled in the kiss. When they released, Foxy smirked. "I take it yer happy then?" he asked.
Sunset rolled her eyes. "What the buck do you think?" she asked then giggled.
Confessional: Shipping is magic!
Foxy: I told the lass I had a plan. I love 'er too much not ta.
Sunset: (Smiling.) I haven't been this happy since… I was last with Foxy years ago!
(Heroic Hamsters)
As the boxing of donuts progressed, Larry thought of something else he'd thought he mention. "So you're planning on keeping the baby, right?" he asked.
Dawn gave Larry a smile. "Of course. Lewis offered to help me raise it, but I'm going to try and be the best mother I can be on my own," she said. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, two things," Larry said. "Since you guys are technically dating… will you consider Alejandro the father?"
Dawn and Alejandro both blushed. "Well… I'm not sure if Alejandro and I will last forever," Dawn said, to which Alejandro nodded. "But I think, if we do become serious, yes. Alejandro's ok with the baby, and he seems like he's make a great father."
Larry nodded. "Good to know," he said. "Now the other thing. Who's going to be godfather?"
Dawn giggled. "I haven't decided yet," she said. "Lewis would be the first option, seeing he's my legal guardian… but I'll decide after the baby's born. That's not for a while anyways."
Larry bobbed his suit with a nod. "Very well," he said. As he finished packing a box, he asked, "Can I… possibly be a part of the baby's life? I know that we may be an ocean apart and more people deserve compared to me, but…"
Dawn gave Larry a reassuring smile. "Of course you can," she said. "Tell you what. After me, you can hold the baby first? Ok?"
Larry bowed. "It would be my pleasure," he said.
Confessional: The first memory all children want is being held by a disembodied head.
Larry: I was only curious. I don't want the spot of godfather… I was just wondering since I don't want to be forgotten by my friends. Still, it seems as though they won't forget me for a long time.
Dawn: (Giggles.) Larry can be funny sometimes. He doesn't understand that I do see him as my dearest and best friend. Makes me wonder… I should probably have a good-bye speech planned for when and if I'm eliminated for each contestant. Might be nice to have some parting words.
Bridgette had spilled everything. She told them about her make out sessions with boys in their sleep and all the evil deeds she had done. She hated everything she said from her mouth… but as they spilled, a tear exited her eye, making her feel somewhat better. When she finally finished, DJ and Katie both looked at her, stunned.
"You… you slept with DJ…" Katie said, blinking.
Bridgette nodded in shame. "I'm so sorry. I hate myself for all the stupid things I did at the start of the contest. I couldn't let the guilt kill me anymore…"
Katie blinked again. Bridgette shut her eyes tight, waiting for a slap. And as she suspected, one hit her across the face. But she didn't expect the hug she felt after the pain. She opened her eyes to find Katie and DJ were both hugging her.
"You were an idiot," Katie muttered. "But I can see you've changed."
"I do too," DJ said. "I forgive you."
Bridgette smiled. "Thank you…" she said quietly.
Confessional: That was easier than she thought.
DJ: Weird Katie was more upset than I was. Then again, she is my girlfriend and a lot more possessive of me than I am. I was a little upset I was used like that… but at least Bridgette was able to change because of that.
Katie: I'm hurt that DJ was used… but he should be more upset than me. I'm not really happy with Bridgette and I don't trust her… but I can forgive her. She better watch herself though.
Bridgette: (Crying happily.) That went so much better than I thought it would…
Val had finished up a box when he said, "I suddenly realized something."
Scott perked his ears up. "What might that be?" he asked.
"I'm the demon king," he said and started laughing. He laughed for a good long while before stopping. Even then, he was grinning evilly. "Oh, now this is quite interesting indeed."
"I'm still lost," Scott said.
"It doesn't matter as of right now," Val reassured, still grinning like mad. "Just know everything will make sense when the time comes." Scott shrugged and got back to work packing donuts in boxes.
Confessional: Was that just a random scene or not?
Scott: Sometimes, I just don't get Val. But that's ok. The best part about evil friends is that sometimes, evil can't be understood. I just have to roll with it, that's all.
The couple couldn't take it anymore. It had been over a half hour since the fight. They knew they had to say it, otherwise they would burst. So, they did.
"I'M SORRY!"
Mike and Zoey looked at each other. They had both shouted their apology at the exact same time. They looked at each other, and Mike gestured for Zoey to go first.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you," she said. "I know this is a stressful time for you since you really don't know what's going on inside your own head. I just feel neglected and not a main part of your life. I'm sorry I blew things out of proportion."
"I'm sorry too," Mike sighed. "I should be trying to figure out what's wrong so I can be with you. I really don't understand why I can't remember my nights. I'll try to remember tonight and be with you so you don't feel neglected. Ok?"
Zoey smiled. "Ok," she said.
Confessional: Zoke for life, right?
Zoey: (Sighs in relief.) I'm so glad that ended well. I hope that Mike actually retains his memory tonight. I really need to be with him. I feel so lonely…
Mike: I just hope I can remember tonight. If I don't, something tells me things are going to get awkward fast. I hope not though.
(Villainous Vultures)
"Four," Dakota said suddenly, startling Noah. "Money."
Noah sneered at the attempt. "Really? Just because I'm depressed and hate everything, you think one of the things I like in this world is money? How low do you think I'd stoop too?" he asked.
"On the contrary, you like money because it can save you," Dakota said. "Why did you come back? Why make yourself live with pain and suffering? You want money to pay Fat Man to help him find you a cure."
Noah looked at Dakota carefully. "That's so far-fetched I almost wouldn't count it," he said. "Almost. You're still one in the hole, though."
Dakota smirked. This was the one she'd been waiting for. The one she knew would make Noah regret everything. The one he didn't realize was right in front of him.
"Five," she said, smiling. "Me."
Noah stared at her. And stared. And continued to stare. " #$%it," he muttered. "I should have seen that coming."
Dakota smiled. "Does that mean I wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin?"
Noah grumbled something that sounded like ' #$% my life' but he nodded. "I'm… sorry. I didn't realize… I'm terrible at this, just know I care, ok?" he muttered. Dakota smiled and breiefly took a break from boxing donuts to hug Noah. Noah grumbled something else, but didn't seem to mind the contact.
Confessional: Why can't he admit he feels the love?
Dakota: See? Girls are always right. Never doubt us. Ever.
Noah: … If we lose, I blame Dakota, since she took a huge break in giving me a hug.
Tyler was now surrounded by boxes. All he could see were boxes. He looked around helplessly. "Um, Gwen? You still there?"
"Nmp," he heard her mutter. "Iph thmpg I'mph demph."
"You're not dead because you're groaning under the boxes," Tyler said. "Need help?"
"Nmp," she responded.
Tyler simply shrugged and continued to box donuts. "Suit yourself," he said.
Confessoinal: BOX!
Gwen: (Shivering.) Forget being buried alive. I am now afraid of being buried alive… by boxes!
Mr. Coconut had joined Trent and Sadie at the spot they were originally working at. Sadie and Trent were smiling as Mr. Coconut began to work. "Glad to have you back," Sadie said, smiling.
"Good to be accepted again," he said happily. "So, now then. If we happen to lose, who do you guys think might be a good target?"
"Oh, don't worry about it," Sadie said, smiling. "I handled all the strategy. It's full-proof, guaranteed not to fail."
Trent and Mr. Coconut looked at each other worriedly. "You handled the strategy… by yourself?" Trent asked.
Sadie giggled. "Yep! No fighting for you to, because this time, I have it all covered!" This worried the two boys, but they had no say in the matter, so they dropped it.
Confesisonal: It's a scary sight: Sadie handling strategy.
Mr. Coconut: I hope Sadie actually knows what she's doing. Whoever goes next should be a threat in some way. I just hope I won't regret this…
Trent: For once, I want on one of Mr. Coconut's evil schemes. I'm so scared of what this strategy of Sadie's could be, I don't even want to know.
Harold finished one last box before sighing. "Screw it, I'm done," he said, sitting down.
"Why? We might lose because of it," Beth grumbled, dropping another stack.
"What's the point? You're just going to make us lose because you keep stealing from the other team," Harold muttered. "We can't win like this."
"Says you," Beth muttered. "We're going to win this challenge yet!"
I should really bet on that, Harold thought to himself. He thought for another moment. Nah, not worth it.
Confessional: Place your bets!
Beth: Seriously, I'm this close in voting for Harold. He does nothing worthwhile and completely useless. But, making Gwen go first at least gives me two extra rounds.
Zeke had continued to pursue Izzy. It seemed as though Izzy was starting to tire as when Zeke caught up, she was sitting in a chair. She was glaring at him, but seemed sad. "Stop… I know you don't care about me…" she said, but her heart didn't seem in it.
"You don't know me that well, eh," Zeke said, slowly getting closer to her. "I do care about you. A lot, eh. I'd love to say that I love you eh. I know you aren't yourself and this paranoia isn't a part of the real you."
Izzy shook her head, but Zeke noticed her heart wasn't in it anymore. "This is me. I can't be a girl you want…" she said, a tear exiting her eyes. "I'm… not worth anyone. No one deserves me… I shouldn't be alive…"
Zeke shook his head and pulled the pills out of his pocket. "Yes you do eh. This is why you're acting so crazy, eh." Izzy looked at the pills for a moment. And something clicked.
"Oh…" she said.
"I know that isn't the real you, eh," Zeke said. "You missed seven doses. You've been losing grip on yourself. You need to take these tonight eh. Please."
Izzy looked at the pills and tears streamed down her face. "Let me… have them," she said. Zeke obliged and handed Izzy her pills. She took them and stuffed them in her cleavage. "I'll take them… tonight. I promise," she said.
Zeke nodded. "I trust you, eh," he said.
"Attention, me maties!" Foxy said on the intercom. "Two hours have passed! Report to the main room and I shall judge ye!"
The intercom chackled off and Zeke looked at Izzy with a small smile. "You coming, eh?" Zeke asked.
"In… a moment," she said, another tear falling from her eye. Zeke nodded and rushed to witness his team's fate.
Confessional: PILLS!
Zeke: Mission accomplished, eh. Oh, the relief is hitting me so hard! I'm happy I managed to make it in time, eh. To think, one day later… (Shudders.)
(Voodoo Donut Main Lobby)
The twenty-one contestants had returned to the main lobby to hear their fate. They all looked at Foxy and Sunset, who were holding hands. Dawn smiled. "I see in your auras that you guys got back together," Dawn said.
Sunset smiled. "Isn't it amazing?"
"Gag me," Beth muttered.
"Anyway, I be announcing' the winner," Foxy said. "It was quite a win, actually. One team had landslide the other with several hundred boxes and would have won."
Val raised an eyebrow. "What's with the past tense?" he asked.
"Someone on one team cheated," Foxy said. Harold's eyes went straight to Beth, who shrugged. "Because of this, I have to subtract not only the stolen boxes, but the boxes from the person who got the highest amount, making the numbers extremely close."
Tyler seemed to pale. "That better not be our team, because I totally won it for us," he muttered.
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The Heroic Hamsters!" Foxy said. The Heroes cheered for another win in a row. The Villainous Vultures groaned in defeat for yet a second time. "So ye know, Beth stole boxes from the Heroes and Tyler's boxes were subtracted. Also, Tyler be immune from the elimination. Sunset, me renewed girlfriend, will be a seein' ye shortly."
Sunset rolled her eyes as the contestants left. "Really? How long are you going to be calling me your renewed girlfriend?" she asked playfully.
Foxy chuckled. "A long time lass," he responded.
Confessional: I'm single…
Harold: (Sighs.) I warned her. Oh well, on the bright side, I can eliminate someone who doesn't really need to continue in this contest. A win-lose, but I'm ok with it.
Zoey: Good. The last thing we need is a loss right now. I need to calm down and be with Mike for a while. That'll be nice.
Vallowsmeir: The real question for right now is, who would I vote for if I did lose? Scott might have a few ideas I'd be willing to listen to. Plus, Mal might give us some request to make Mike miserable.
Sadie: Looks like Plan Sadie is going to be in action tonight! Yay!
Mr. Coconut: Is it wrong that I am terrified of what Sadie's strategy is going to be? Because I'm shaking in my suit right now…
Beth and Harold were walking together toward the Restraints Hotel. Harold was glaring at Beth, who was mumbling angrily to herself. Harold finally said, "I told you so."
"Shut the #$% up," Beth muttered.
"No. You lost us the challenge. The heat is probably off me right now," Harold shrugged.
"Whatever. Are we voting Gwen or not?" she muttered.
"Sure. I really don't see why we wouldn't right now," he said. "But keep in mind that when I need to, I will vote you off."
Beth shook her head angrily. "Noted," she grumbled. "Now leave me alone."
"My pleasure."
Confessional: An uneasy alliance.
Harold: I hate her.
Beth: I hate him.
Dakota and Noah were walking by themselves. Zeke wasn't in sight, which worried them. "I wonder where he went," Dakota said worriedly. "He doesn't normally skip alliance meetings."
"Probably with Izzy," Noah muttered.
"Maybe… who should we vote for?" Dakota asked. "If Zeke finds us beforehand, we'll tell him then."
Noah shrugged. "I don't really care. I say Beth. I don't really have anything against her, but she kind of takes the whole side of being negative to the ends of the Earth, which the audience finds annoying."
Dakota raised an eyebrow. "Don't you do the same thing?" she asked.
"At least I make it entertaining," Noah muttered.
Confessional: Weirdest couple of the year award.
Dakota: Is it weird I find Noah's negativity really hot?
Noah: It'd be weird if Dakota found my negativity hot. (Looks at the camera.) What?
Gwen and Tyler didn't need to say much to each other on the way back to the hotel. They already knew what the other was thinking. As they reached the elimination grounds, they looked at each other and said the same thing.
"Beth."
Confessional: Efficient.
Gwen: It's kind of cool me and Tyler don't need words to communicate. It's like we have some form of telepathy. Which is kind of weird but also cool at the exact same time.
"Please don't kill us with your strategy!" Mr. Coconut begged.
"We'll do anything!" Trent said.
Sadie rolled her eyes. Both boys were on their knees, begging to her. She didn't realize how dumb guys could be until just that moment. "Relax, I have it all under control," Sadie said. "Just follow my lead."
Mr. Coconut slowly rose to his feet. "So you aren't going to kill us?"
"No!"
"Just checking."
Confessional: Wah?
Trent: At least Mr. Coconut and I agree on one thing: Sadie can be scary when we don't know her real plan. But once she told us, we weren't really that scared.
Mr. Coconut: That was totally staged. I wasn't that afraid of Sadie. Nope. (Stays silent a moment.) She won't see this, will she?
Zeke was walking alone on his way to the elimination ceremony. He was looking for Izzy, but didn't see her anywhere. "Where is she at, eh?" he asked to no one in particular.
Confessional: Maybe she's thirsty?
Zeke: I don't know where she went. I thought I convinced her not to be depressed. Where did she go then, eh?
The eleven remaining contestants on the Villainous Vultures had gathered. Sunset stood at the podium, looking at them carefully. "So, after tonight, you guys will yet again be equal with the Heroic Hamsters," Sunset said. "How do you feel about that Trent?"
"I'm kind of neutral. I mean, it was great to have a numbers advantage, but since we're losing now because of it, it's not like it helped," Trent shrugged.
"Interesting standpoint," Sunset nodded. "Dakota, do you feel shaken with being mutated?"
"Well, at first I did," Dakota admitted. "But Noah really helped me become comfortable with myself."
"Aw," several people said.
"Shut up," Noah muttered.
"Izzy," Sunset said, looked at the girl who had just barely slipped into the area. "Are you doing better than you have the past few days?"
Izzy looked at Sunset guiltily. "Ask me again when we lose," she said quietly. Sunset nodded at that.
"Ok. Gwen, you can vote first," Sunset said. Gwen nodded and went to cast her vote.
Voting Confessional: Who's it gonna be?
Gwen: Bye Beth. You're useless to the team and ganged up on mine and Tyler's significant other. For that, you must pay with your spot in the game. (Crosses off Beth's picture.)
Harold: I'm inclined to vote Gwen. She wanted to target me, which is a very big mistake. I just hope she pays. (Crosses off Gwen's picture.)
Zeke: I missed talking to Dakota and Noah and how they were voting, so I just vote for Harold. He seems sneaky, doesn't he? (Crosses off Harold's picture.)
Noah: Why am I the dominant one in the alliance? I really don't care who goes, so Beth, since that's what I said earlier when I didn't care. I still don't. (Crosses out Beth's picture.)
Izzy: (Wordlessly casts her vote secretly.)
After Izzy had cast the final vote, Sunset went to go count them up. After a few minutes, she returned with ten bags of popcorn. "Here I have ten bags of popcorn," she said, "but there are eleven of you in front of me. The person who does not receive popcorn will take the Rockets of Shame and never come back. Ever."
Sunset looked at the contestants in front of her in silence. "First safe, Tyler for being immune," she said, tossing the bag. "Also safe are… Trent."
"Dakota."
"Mr. Coconut."
"Sadie."
"Noah."
"Zeke."
"Izzy."
"Harold."
Harold caught his popcorn, and looked at the other two with a smirk. That #$% lied to me, he thought.
"Beth and Gwen, you do not have a bag of popcorn," Sunset said. "I'm sad to say it, but one fo you is going home. Will it be Gwen, the sweet goth, or Beth, the jerk? The person who is safe is…
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"You can't leave! I don't have any allies without you!" Tyler said. Gwen gave him a sad smile.
"You'll do great Tyler," she said. "I guess without Duncan, I don't amount to much. See you guys. Sorry you didn't see me in a high respect," she said and left. She strapped on the Rockets of Shame and shot off into the sky.
Sunset looked at the contestants. "Sometimes, the one you least expect falls," Sunset said. "You may all turn in for the night."
Confessional: Who saw that coming?
Harold: If I was a target, I'd be the last one called. Beth lied. I wonder how she'll worm her way out of that one.
Zeke: Now I have to find Izzy and make sure she takes her pills. I hope she doesn't do anything stupid…
Tyler: (Takes a deep breath.) I can do this. All I have to do is find a solid ally. Question is… who's a solid ally on a team full of villains?
Trent: (Blinks) I can't believe Sadie's strategy worked. Maybe we should listen to her a lot more often than we do already.
Izzy: … I hope Zeke understands.
(Outro)
Sunset was now standing in from of the Restraints Hotel, smiling. "And so, Gwen was voted out," she said. "Who knew? What drama will happen next time? Will Izzy recover? Can Tyler find a secure spot? Will Scott find a target? And who'll be the next one voted off? Find out next time on Total Drama All Stars!"
(Hallway)
Zeke was walking down the Demon Wing hall. He was expecting to see Izzy around, but alas, he did not. He sighed and forged forward when he saw a note on the door to his room. Curious, he unfolded it and read through it. He promptly dropped it and began running down the hallway.
It read:
Dear Zeke,
I'm no longer needed in this world. I have one last favor to uphold. After that… I'm overdosing my pills. Ironic, I know. I can't continue like this. Just know, that… when I was sane… I loved you. I truly did.
Izzy
(Alleyway)
Chica had walked across the street. She normally did this every night, but she had neglected to the night before because of the wedding. She carefully entered the alleyway and approached the dumpster. Looking around cautiously, she set down a freshly cooked pizza in the dumpster.
She shrieked when she heard a rustling in the alley. She turned and saw a tall figure standing before her. She paled in terror as she approached.
"D-d-d-d-don't hurt me," she muttered in fear. The figure took one more step, and Chica fainted in fear.
"Look what you did, you #$%," Pink sighed. "You made her faint."
"I didn't expect her to come down here," Slender sighed. "I'm going have a lot of explaining to do when she wakes up…"
Votes
Gwen: Beth
Beth: Gwen
Harold: Gwen
Noah: Beth
Izzy: Gwen
Dakota: Beth
Tyler: Beth
Ezekiel: Harold
Sadie: Gwen
Trent: Gwen
Mr. Coconut: Gwen
Gwen: 5 votes
Beth: 4 votes
Harold: 1 vote
Heroic Hamsters: Bridgette, Vallowsmeir, DJ, Katie, Lindsey, Scott, Alejandro, Zoey, Dawn, Mike, Larry
Villainous Vultures: Beth, Harold, Noah, Izzy, Dakota, Tyler, Ezekiel, Sadie, Trent, Mr. Coconut
Eliminated: Heather, Sierra, Owen, Jo, Sam, Courtney, Lightning, Cameron, Brick, Justin, B, Cody, Geoff, Lindsey, Duncan, Gwen
Idols
Angel Idol: Winning team votes someone off losing team (NOT FOUND)
Bart Idol: Sits one person out of the challenge and makes them unable to vote (NOT FOUND)
Chef Idol: Dating Idol (HELD BY LARRY)
Chris Idol: Immunity
Red Idol- (HELD BY BETH)
Yellow Idol- (HELD BY MR. COCONUT)
Green Idol- (HELD BY EZEKIEL)
Purple Idol- (HELD BY MIKE)
Pink Idol- (HELD BY ALEJANDRO)
Elmo Idol: Gives someone a disadvantage (NOT FOUND)
Fat Man Idol: Allows any staff member (minus Lewis) to help in a challenge (HELD BY DAKOTA)
Leroy Idol: Divides the votes on player in half (HELD BY LARRY)
Pinkie Idol: Immunity for someone who isn't the one playing the idol (HELD BY VALLOWSMEIR)
Slender Idol: Only the user's vote counts in an elimination (NOT FOUND)
Slenderstine Idol: Stops three people from voting (NOT FOUND)
Stich Idol: Gives someone an advantage (NOT FOUND)
Teef Idol: Gives someone an extra challenge on top of what they already have to do *Merge Only* (NOT FOUND)
BN: I'm a jerk for being so dark sometimes. Really, I am. Remind me to put that on my New Year's Resolution list. Anyway, enough of that.
Gwen was interesting in the sense her elimination never moved. It was always where you see it today. I felt Gwen was a great pre-merge protagonist. She helped with sub-plots like Alejandro and Duncan, and even Tyler. I felt she was great for the short term in that she was helpful and a happy person, but still had her morbid sense most of the time. However, she didn't have much plot after Duncan left, and thus, she placed twenty-first.
Next Time: Zeke goes off to save Izzy while Slender ends up having to explain to Chica why he's in an alley. Other drama stuff happens. The challenge is hosted by Pinkie, who has set up a challenge to remember her past friends. Seven mini-challenges, all inspired by the Mane Six and Sunset Shimmer! (Plus three others of Pinkie's friends.)