Last time, on Total Drama Chaos! Our Final Seven were kidnapped by that psycho killer from all the way back in Total Drama Island. Hah, guess the dude held a grudge. Anyways, while yours truly and Co. searched for their sorry behinds, the seven trapped kids were forced to endure grueling tasks in the hope of escaping. Gwen and Courtney managed to escape before help arrived, but Gwen escaped first so I gave her immunity once we had contained the situation. It looked to be our resident beauty Justin going home on a 4-3 vote, but Eva shocked everybody when she gave the Golden Idol to Justin to be played on Dakota, who ended up on the Boat of Losers. Funnily enough, nobody was all that sad about it. Who is going to just miss out on the Final 5 of this epic season? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Chaos!
The camera panned in on the campfire, moments after Dakota's elimination.
Justin heavily sat down on his stump as the Boat disappeared over the horizon. "Victory is sweet," he grinned, licking imaginary sugar off his lips.
Courtney finally found her voice, "what…" she spluttered, "EVA, what did you just do? You just crushed out numbers advantage!"
"I got rid of the biggest threat in the game," Eva said cooly, "duh…"
"But she was our ally!"
"She was your ally, Courtney." Eva growled, "I never wanted her in the alliance! You forced it, and the only reason I didn't leave it right then and there is because I felt some small responsibility for creating it in the first place! But guess what, I saved you and sent Tyler home, and I still didn't send you home even though I had the idol. I even had the dignity to give it to Justin so I wouldn't be the one using it!"
Courtney was at a loss for words, merely glaring daggers at the smirking Iron Woman. It was finally Harold that spoke up:
"So…what, you're out of the alliance?" He asked weakly.
Eva's face flickered with uneasiness as she turned to her ginger friend. It only lasted a moment, before steely resolve replaced it. "Yes, I'm out."
The dark campground was silent for a few moments, the only noise being the crackling of the fire and the crunchings coming from Chris as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth. He offered some to Chef who at first seemed hesitant, but a slight look at the events unfolding right in front of him was all it took to break his resolve, and he too was soon eating the buttery treat.
Courtney's shoulders finally slumped in something almost resembling resignation, "great." She said hollowly, starting to turn back towards the campground, "there goes our numbers advantage…"
A voice spoke up, "I wouldn't say that."
Five heads turned to look at the speaker. Noah sat on his stump in a lazy manner, arms crossed and a displeased look on his face.
Gwen eyed the egghead suspiciously, "and why's that?"
"Because, Gwen, I'm out of your little 'alliance'." Noah's tone suggested he was speaking to a five-year old. He even added little air quotes around the word "alliance".
"What?!" Gwen yelped, "why? What's wrong with our," she corrected, "alliance?"
"See, that's just the thing," Noah scoffed, "it isn't our alliance anymore. It's you and Justin's alliance. I haven't had my opinions be heavily considered for quite some time."
Gwen bit her tongue before she could say: "That's because you're wrong." She opened her mouth to say something else, but Noah cut her off, obviously on a roll now.
"What really gets me is the whole Eva thing," the bookworm told the goth, now addressing Justin as well, "you know how I feel and you know I know her better than any of you, yet you're still adamant on recruiting and trusting her!"
"She gave us the Golden Idol!" Justin protested, "what's untrustworthy about that, huh?"
Noah groaned out loud, "it's the principle, you moron! Why did she do it? To take out the most threatening player to her! She even said it herself! She'll do the same to you, mark my words."
Eva growled, "This is an interesting light you're shedding, Noah. I thought we were friends. It's good to know how you really feel."
Her jab was met with an eyeroll and a scoff, "we are friends Eva. You're great…outside competitive circumstances. And I don't fault you for that, I just don't trust you."
Eva lowered her figurative hackles but still kept up the irritation, "whatever," she spat, turning on her heel, "I'm going to bed. If you ingrates can't appreciate me getting rid of the worst person on the island, you can screw the hell off!"
Justin, wincing, followed the angry girl off into the distance. A distressed Harold headed for the bathrooms, leaving only Noah, Gwen and Courtney at the campfire.
The firelight flickered off the three's grim faces as they stared at one another.
"So you're leaving? After all we've been through?" Gwen finally croaked out, "after all of it?"
"As long as you've got Eva with you, I want no part of your alliance." Noah said firmly.
Gwen's temper flared, "Fuck you, Noah!" She spat, before fleeing the campfire area.
Courtney sighed heavily as Gwen departed, sitting glumly on the stump where she had been sitting during the elimination ceremony. She watched as an agitated Noah paced around the campfire slowly, frowning to himself.
"Well," Courtney finally spoke up, "this sucks."
Noah gave a noise somewhere between amusement and agreement, "That's a given, genius."
Courtney merely rolled her eyes at the snappy reply and cut straight to the point. "So, does you leaving them mean you're with me and Harold? You won't-"
Noah cut her off, imitating her, "-get very far on your own," his voice returned to normal, "yes, I know. I'm with you guys, for now."
Courtney gave a small sigh of relief, "that's good."
"Hmm…" was Noah's reply, "well, as fun as this night has turned out to be, I think I'm going to go back to bed."
"Yeah, I guess thats the best course of action." Courtney agreed, hoisting her keister off the wooden stump and following the bookworm on the dark path back to the cabins.
The drama did not end there though, oh no it didn't. The two campers came upon the other four in front of the two cabins, talking heatedly amongst each other.
Harold, who looked like he was futilely trying to keep something resembling peace, saw Courtney and Noah approach first.
"Noah!" The nerd called desperately, "you don't wanna switch cabins to accommodate the new alliance developments, do you?"
Noah glanced at Eva, who was looking remarkably calm. The two eyed each other and shrugged.
"Meh…" Eva grunted.
"Too much effort," Noah added.
"Oh no," Courtney tutted, "I'm not sleeping in the same cabin as Eva."
"Why should I have to move cabins just because I'm not allied with she same people? We're all sorta, kinda, not really mature here, we should be able to suck it up and bunk together." Noah asked, "Besides, I wasn't joking when I said it was too much effort."
"No, you guys are moving." Gwen said, almost dismissively, "Eva, you come bunk with Justin and I. Noah the deserter can go sleep with the weaklings." Without waiting for any possible response, the goth turned on her heel once more and entered her cabin, slamming the door behind her.
Justin frowned at Noah before following Gwen.
Meanwhile, Courtney too stormed into her cabin, with Harold sending apologetic glances Eva and Noah's way as he followed her.
Eva and Noah were left in the darkness of the outdoors.
The two shared a look.
"For the sake of our sanity, we should probably switch cabins." Noah pointed out.
Eva gave a grunt in reply.
"Eloquent as ever, I see."
(Confessional: Gwen.)
Gwen: *Steaming mad* I can't believe Noah did that to me! After all we've been through, he's dumping me because he didn't feel informed enough? Are you KIDDING me!? UGH! I can't stand him! *She kicks the door to the Confessional open and storms out.*
(End Confessional: Gwen.)
(Confessional: Courtney.)
Courtney: *Irritated* I guess I should've seen this coming with Eva, but it doesn't take the sting out of it whatsoever. She needs to go down, all I have to do is take out one of her allies first in the tiebreaker, because as much as I hate to admit it, I probably couldn't beat her in a 1v1. She's too strong physically, and she's proved she isn't an idiot, either. This'll be tough, but manageable. I must persevere!
(End Confessional: Courtney.)
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: *Looking guilty* Wow, yeah…so I guess I pissed Gwen off pretty badly. I feel bad, but I'm sticking to my metaphorical guns, *he flexes his arms* yeah, definitely metaphorical. Anyways, I know Eva's going to betray Gwen, but she's too blinded by her anger at Courtney to see it. *He scowls* whatever, if she wants to dig her own grave, so be it. I tried to warn her, and I'm taking the only lifeboat off that sinking ship.
(End Confessional: Noah.)
(Confessional: Eva.)
Eva: *Shrugging* I don't get what everyone is so upset over. I got rid of Dakota, people should be freaking me throwing me up and giving me three cheers and stuff. *she rolls her eyes* but if they want to wallow in the "morals" of it all so be it, it'll make them all the easier to beat.
(End Confessional: Eva.)
(Confessional: Harold.)
Harold: *Wide-eyed* Dang, I thought this competition would get more relaxed once Dakota was eliminated! Guess not…I can't really say I disagree morally with what Eva did, but it really put this game on its head. I guess I'll just continue to lay low, let them take each other out, then use my mad skills to win the game!
(End Confessional: Harold.)
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin: *Grinning broadly* Yes! Dakota's gone! *He does a little dance* I could care less about what drama is happening now, I just care that I outlasted Dakota! Gwen and Courtney and Eva and Noah can be upset all they want! I'm as free as a bird!
(End Confessional: Justin.)
The rest of the night was uneventful, save for Noah and Eva grudgingly switching cabins.
Morning came again, as it usually did, and Chris awoke the campers with an all too familiar airhorn.
Noah groaned as he rolled over in his bed, taking in the dusty cabin around him. He heard his bunkmates stirring and decided he better get his snarky-pants on first thing:
"You know you've been on this island too long when the airhorn feels like an alarm clock."
Courtney gave a dry chuckle, "amen to that," she hopped down from her top bunk bed in her usual sports bra and short shorts, causing Noah to go a little red, something that didn't go unnoticed by her.
"What?" she asked, grabbing her toiletry supplies, "you have a girlfriend, you know."
Noah scoffed, "don't flatter yourself, honey," he mocked, "I'm just used to seeing Dawn and Gwen parade around in their 1800's nightgowns. It's just…different."
Courtney smirked as she headed for the door, "Why am I not surprised you have little experience with women in pajamas."
"Oooh, burn," Harold whistled lowly as Courtney left the cabin. "I feel you, though, man, not a bad sight to wake up to every morning."
Noah just rolled her eyes, "yeah, its like one of those horrendously poisonous frogs. Nice to look at until it opens its mouth and spews deathly toxins."
Another low whistle from Harold, "savage," he admitted, "but I dare you to say that to her face."
"…yeah, no."
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: *Wincing and embarrassed* honey, I miss you!
(End Confessional: Noah.)
Justin hummed a merry tune as he got dressed for the day. He had been sleeping co-ed for a while now so he didn't even notice the looks he was getting from Gwen and Eva as he stripped off his silky blue pajama shirt and grinned at himself in the mirror.
"It's a wonderful day!" He grinned at Gwen, who was already in her use attire sitting on her bunk bed, through the mirror. He cupped his hand to ear dramatically, "what's this? No high-pitched whining? It surely must be a dream!" He chuckled, but then noticed Gwen's lack of reaction.
He turned to look at her directly, rather than through the mirror, "whats the matter?" he asked, "aren't you happy Dakota's gone?"
Gwen sighed, "of course I am. It's just the whole thing with Noah kind of soured it. I still can't believe he just left after all we've been through!"
At this, Eva rolled her eyes and left the cabin, wanting to hear no more bemoaning about the guy who didn't trust her.
Justin walked over to sit next to the goth, throwing on his olive green shirt as he moved. "Don't worry about him," he told her, the bedsprings creaking under the weight of the two of them. "I'm sure once this season is over he'll play nice. He's probably just salty; the egomaniac loves thinking he's in control."
Gwen gave a half-hearted shrug, "I guess." She said unconvincingly.
"C'mon," Justin pried, "let's go get you some breakfast. I bet winning todays challenge will help you feel better, huh?"
Gwen managed a small smile as the model stood up and offered her his hand. "To think you're the guy that blackmailed me back in Action." she said lightly, taking his hand and getting hoisted to her feet.
"Some people change," Justin admitted, "others find the girl of their dreams."
The six teens arrived at the Mess Hall at relatively the same time. When they entered, they all groaned in unison.
One of the two tables was now missing, leaving just one placed in the center of the room. What was worse was that there were only six chairs, forcing the campers to sit next to one another if they wanted a surface to place their food on.
"You gotta give him credit, Chris sure does know how to make us suffer," Harold mused as he walked to the food counter. "What's the grub today?" He asked, hesitant.
"Pancakes!" Chef barked.
"Sweet!" Justin grinned excitedly.
"Made of oatmeal!"
Justin frowned slightly, "less sweet but still fairly decent…"
"With plain Greek Yogurt as the only topping!"
The cook was now met with a bunch of complaining, "what's that?" The Chef asked mockingly, "do I hear complaining? Well then, I guess you maggots don't need BREAKFAST!" He screamed the last word, effectively quieting everyone down. "That's what I thought, now take your pancakes and sit the hell down!"
Soon enough the six campers were at the table, eating quietly.
"So, Final 6, huh?" Eva offered.
There was silence for a moment before Justin spoke up, "Guess so," he nodded, "Who'd have thought three of the first four booted in Island would make it this far."
"I did," said Noah smugly, in the process of scraping yogurt off his pancakes. "I just didn't have to deal with idiots making bad judgement calls this time."
Gwen sneered at him, "you deserved to go after that dodgeball challenge and you know it." She spat.
Noah cooly stared back at her, "I was talking about World Tour, genius."
Gwen's cheeks became a shade darker and she dropped her gaze. Fortunately, Eva was there to back her up. "So, you're really siding with Courtney and Harold even though you've been trying to take them down all this time? I don't know why they'd trust you."
Noah smirked, "I was only trying to take down Dakota, and even that was only because she screwed with Duncan, someone who I oddly consider a friend, and Gwen. I have no personal grudge against either Harold or Courtney."
Eva was about to open her mouth to reply when Chris coughed loudly. Everyone jumped, being too immersed in the heated debate to notice the host's arrival.
"Alright campers, you guys have five minutes to finish your breakfast. After that meet me at the elimination ceremony where you'll be informed of today's challenge."
"So," Chris was now standing with a drawing board as the six campers sat on the wooden stumps, "this is how its going to work. You six will participate in Total Drama's first ever gauntlet!"
"Gauntlet?" Justin asked, confused.
"Like a competitive relay race," the host clarified. He drew one circle on the drawing board and put a "P" in it. "This Gauntlet is designed to test all three of the basic 'talent fields' so to speak. The first leg will have to do with your physical prowess," he tapped the P, before drawing two more circles and labeling them 'M' and 'C', "the second will have to do with your mental prowess, and the third and final leg will have to do with your creative prowess."
The host finished his mini-speech, "any questions that don't involve winning this thing? I'll be explaining how immunity is distributed in a moment."
No one had any since it was a very straight forward challenge.
"Now, here's how you win this thing, each stage you will be ranked from 1st-6th place. 1st place equals one point, 2nd equals two, and so on and so forth. The FOUR people with the LOWEST points win immunity, leaving the BOTTOM TWO people with the HIGHEST points up for elimination."
This caught some people off guard.
"Wow," Courtney remarked, "you're giving this much immunity out this late in the game?"
"What can I say," the host smirked, "I like to throw curveballs. Now, if there are no further questions, lets move onto leg one."
(Confessional: Harold.)
Harold: *Confident* I'll own this challenge! Eva may be stronger than me, and Noah may be smarter than me, and Gwen may be more creative than me, but I'm like second best in all those categories! I'll totally snag this immunity!
(End Confessional: Harold.)
The host stood in what looked like an outdoor gym. "You each will give it your best at each of these four things: The treadmill, bench pressing, punching a punching bag, and leaping over an obstacle. You'll be scored individually on all these things, and your final score will be the average of the four. Now, get moving!"
A series of cutscenes began to play:
Noah, red faced and sweating, struggled to bench press 20 pounds. Eva, next to him, benched 400 without breaking a sweat.
Harold ran on the treadmill, doing fancy things like switching his feet, running backwards, and even flipping over onto his hands. It all looked impressive until the camera zoomed out and one could see a snail moving up along the treadmill, making a steady pace.
Courtney easily cleared the four-foot high obstacle, doing a forward roll to slow her momentum down upon landing. She stood up and dusted herself off, smirking proudly. She turned to Gwen, daring her to do better. Gwen glared back and prepared to jump. After a running start, she jumped as high as she could and cleared the obstacle, but not nearly as smoothly as Courtney had.
Eva, always having put mass before grace, messily cleared the obstacle. After that, she went over to the punching bag, which Justin was hammering furiously, and flicked it. The resulting force of the flick caused it to fly to its farthest stretch, and fly back and nail Justin in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Noah looked at the treadmill, the picture of non-enthusiasm, that Courtney was running heavily on. When it finally became too much for the CIT, she leapt off and caught her breath, hands on her knees and panting heavily. The bookworm clasped his hands together and said a quick word to the sky before leaping onto the moving treadmill.
Justin was bench pressing a decent amount of weight. He looked up in shock as Noah, having been flung from the treadmill, went soaring over his head, screaming like a little girl. He crashed face first into the punching bag.
"Well," Chris said as he looked at the results, "why am I not surprised? By the way, wicked treadmill wipeout, Noah."
Noah, still with a red mark on his face from his encounter with the rubber bag, just stared at the host, completely and throughly unamused.
"So, when do I find out when I won?" Eva smirked.
Chris put the electronic device with the results in his back pocket. "Not until after the challenge is completely finished. Keeps the suspense nice and fresh."
Eva grumbled about this a bit, but offered no serious complaint.
"Sheesh, that was harder than I thought," Harold noted as he rubbed his sore quads, "hopefully I'll have an easier time of it than the mental aspect."
"No one cares, Harold. Stop thinking out loud," Chris told the nerd brusquely, "now you all follow me to the Mess Hall, where hopefully the interns will have successfully set up the next part of the challenge.
The seven people all walked towards the Mess Hall and entered.
Inside where six mini tables with various things on them, the contestants couldn't tell what from the distance they were at. Standing nearby where Rodney, Shawn, and Sky, looking glum.
"Where's Jasmine?" Chris asked as he walked towards the kitchen, presumably to grab a snack.
Shawn, looking the most upset out of the three, answered first, "she got the first flight back to Australia, apparently her mother is in the hospital with some sort of major allergic reaction."
Chris considered this as he gnawed on a chip. "Wow, two of you gone and neither have even been my fault! That's gotta be some sort of record…"
"It's all good, Shawn," Sky comforted the scraggily teen by placing a hand on his arm, "she gave you her phone number she left, right?"
"Yeah…"
Chris interrupted the conversation by clapping his hands, "yeah, you're side characters, no one cares about your problems. Out you go."
Once the three interns (and possible future contestants) had left the building, Chris started telling the campers how the challenge would work: "You've got three different puzzles here, and twenty minutes to complete the challenge, though I doubt any of you will complete all three in time. You'll be judged by how far you progress in the completion of the puzzle, or puzzles, if you're super smart."
"UGH." Eva snapped, "I HATE puzzles!"
"Don't care. Now, once you all take a seat I'll start the timer and we'll get down to business.
The six contestants looked at the three puzzles in front of them. One was a game of sudoku, the other a completely white 50 piece jigsaw puzzle, and the third was a three dimensional octagon composed of sticks and balls, with a larger, gold ball in the center.
"Uh, Chris, what's the deal with this ball thing?" Gwen asked, picking up the octagon.
"Oh, that. You have to remove the gold ball by unlatching the sticks from the balls, which you'll see have little holes on them to put the sticks into. One you get the ball out, you have to put the octagon back together perfectly."
"Tch," Noah made a noise somewhere between bewilderment and impressment, "I was expecting basic addition and a riddle or two, and even that would be taxing for most of my opposition. Could it be you're actually giving me a challenge."
Ignoring the glares thrown the bookworm's way, the host grinned, "you're welcome. Now, go!"
A large digital clock was wheeled in next to the smiling host, with a big red "20:00" plastered on it. Upon Chris's "go" the clock began ticking down.
Silence filled the Mess Hall as the contestants began to work.
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin: *Examining his face in a mirror* look at these cheeks, look at these eyebrows! *He glances to the camera* do I looklike I spend a lot of time scrunching my brows in thought or twitching my nose confusedly?
(End Confessional: Justin.)
"How the hell do you even play Sudoku?" Eva spat, crunching her fifth pencil in her hand.
"Eva," Chris whined, looking up from the magazine he was flipping through, "at this rate we're going to run out of pencils! It hasn't even been a minute!"
Eva, startled, looked at the clock, which had just ticked past "19:30". She let out what might've been an apologetic grunt, "ugh, fine."
Noah, who had opted to start with the jigsaw puzzle, had about five of the pieces together already.
Courtney, also opting to start with the jigsaw puzzle, took note of this. "How did you that so quickly?"
Noah didn't even look up at her, his hands moving swiftly over the pieces until it stopped, plucking one from the depths of the small pile. He fitted it together carefully with another piece, then connected both to the bigger chunk. "When you're the youngest of nine, you learn to do things you can do alone in your room."
"Must be a big house if you've got a room alone with nine kids."
Noah gave a short bark of laughter, still not taking his eyes off the puzzle, "well you see, the same year I turned four my twin brothers, the oldest of all of us, headed off to boarding school for high school. Since the age difference between me and my next brother is close to 10 years, I got the room."
"He must've loved that."
"I'm pretty sure he still hates me because of it."
"Less talking!" Chris hollered, "I'm trying to read fashion tips, people!"
Ten minutes later, only three people were done with at least one puzzle.
Noah had finished the jigsaw puzzle and was now scribbling away at the Sudoku.
On the opposite side was Gwen, who had finished her Sudoku and was now trying to piece together the jigsaw puzzle.
Harold had finished the octagon puzzle, and was very proud to have done so. He had now decided to tackle the jigsaw puzzle.
Eva was still stuck on the sudoku, Courtney was just about wrapped up with the puzzle, and Justin was just looking hopelessly, hopelessly lost as he stared blankly at his Sudoku.
"Ten minutes, people." Chris yawned, bored as he flicked through his nineteenth magazine. Nearby, Shawn was practically drowning in discarded magazines.
"Gragh!" Eva, finally having enough, grabbed her Sudoku and all her broken pencil bits and hurled them to the floor. Composing herself, she turned to the nearest puzzle, the jigsaw.
Her eye twitched, a silent action that somehow seemed to alert everyone in the Mess Hall.
"I…" she began, chest heaving, "HATE…" Shawn and Chris made a break for the door, "JIGSAW PUZZLES!"
The view cut to outside as the five campers ran for their lives, and the sound of stuff being smashed and thrown around bounced throughout the camp, coupled with Eva's screams of rage.
(Confessional: Harold.)
Harold: *Sucking his thumb and in the fetal position.* Mommy…
(End Confessional: Harold.)
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: *Looking sternly at the camera* That's why you befriend these psychos, people!
(End Confessional: Noah.)
Ten minutes later, Eva calmly walked out of the Mess Hall, holding the shattered remains of the alarm clock in her hands. She dumped it onto the ground in front of Chris.
"Well," a shaking Chris tried to compose himself, "it looks like the timer says 0:00. Time to move onto the next challenge!"
An outcry of protest erupted.
"What, but we all lost ten minutes in there with Eva storming around!" Courtney hollered.
"Yeah, we need ten more minutes to finish!" Gwen argued.
"Uh, technically you never had to leave when Eva got upset, so thats on you guys." Chris laughed, "as I was saying, onto part three." He clapped his hands, and a huge pile of garbage fell behind him, causing the ground to shake.
"Where the hell did that even come from?" A startled Justin asked as he eyed the gooey mess of garbage.
"We had B-52 Stealth Bomber drop it." Chris grinned, "I have friends in very American places, haha. Now, your third part has to deal with your creative attributes. You must all craft together something from all this junk. If you try hard enough, you could probably make just about anything with all this crap."
"Where's B when you need him?" Courtney grumbled as she kicked over a can.
Justin sighed dismally, "well, great."
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin: *Wrinkling his nose* Ugh, I really wish I didn't have to swim in garbage, but I will! For drama's sake! For the suspense! *He strikes a heroic pose, his arms and head stretched up towards the sky* Huh? You're wondering what I'm on about? *He resumes his normal Confessional state* We'll I'll tell you…-
(Cut Confessional: Justin.)
"You have half an hour. Go!" Chris yelled.
The contestants, with varying degrees of urgency, pawed through the garbage to see what they could find.
Gwen was trying to find anything she could use as art supplies. She knew she could nail the challenge if she could just find…
"AHA!" Gwen let out a rare happy cheer as she unearthed a rusty looking kids paint set. "Not great, but good enough! Now I just need to find some brushes…"
Eva had already started grabbing scrap metal out of the pile and was bending it with her brute strength. It was obvious she was creating a statue or sculpture of some sort, but of what remained a mystery.
Noah was looking utterly helpless as he poked around the junk for something he could maybe use. He muttered under his breath about "needing words, not junk" to be creative.
Justin was piecing together what looked like some sort of outfit from discarded table clothes, grocery bags, and unknown pieces of cloth. He did not look like he was having fun.
Harold was wiring together some little doodad, looking thoroughly engrossed in what he was doing.
Courtney, with a couple wires in her left hand, pawed through the garbage looking for something else. She pulled out several pieces of oddly shaped wood, but all were tossed back into the mess, clearly not good enough.
"Times up." Chris clapped his hands, "ok, show me what you guys have!"
He walked over to Noah, who looked empty-handed. "Well?"
Noah shrugged and pulled out some PVC pipe with some holes drilled through it. "It's a flute." was his bored answer.
Chris took the flute from the lazy teen, eyed it up and down, and tried to play it. It sounded like a dying cat.
"Yeah, this is a crappy flute," the host told Noah.
Noah shrugged, "maybe you're crappy at playing the flute."
Chris gave Noah no verbal response, but bonked him on the head with the pipe, before hurling it off camera. Leaving the egghead to clutch his head in pain, he walked over to to the next contestant, Gwen.
"Ta-da!" Gwen ripped a cloth off the wooden door she was using as a canvas. On it was a rather shockingly good picture of Chris, given the materials available, with the words "Total Drama Chaos" behind him. He was standing on the Dock of Shame, Wawanakwa in the background. He had his hands on his hips and was grinning broadly.
Chris seemed taken aback. "You did this in half an hour?"
Gwen shrugged, a bit miffed by the hosts reaction, "uh, yeah?"
The host gave a low whistle, and Gwen couldn't help but beam proudly as he admired her work. She was an artist, after all, and compliments were compliments.
"This is super," the host admitted, "it's gonna be tough to top this." He walked away towards Harold, who was tossing the doo-dad between his hands. "What's this piece of nerd equipment?"
"You laugh now," Harold grinned, "but once I put this into a NASA spacecraft, I can take control of it and have it do whatever I want!"
"Well, that'd be cool if I believed you." Chris rolled his eyes, "and considering we don't have a NASA spacecraft here, I'm just going to have to take your word for it. Unfortunately I don't." He snatched the doodad out of Harold's grapes and drop kicked it into the lake, where it shorted out and exploded. "It looked cool though, so maybe you'll get some credit."
Harold sighed and looked down, dejected.
Justin was the next one to be inspected, but Chris had to pause to take it all in.
The model was clothed in a ridiculous outfit made of garbage. He had a fast food container hat, a dirty tablecloth skirt, a plastic bag raincoat, and some sort of hardened gunk for shoes. The model's expression was of someone who would've rather had a firing squad taking aim at him than wear what he was right then.
"Dude, you look disgusting." Chris laughed, "but I gotta give you props, thats mad creative."
Justin tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Thanks."
Next was Eva, who was proudly standing next to a very cool sculpture of what looked like a human thrusting a punch out. It was made entirely of twisted metal.
Chris's jaw dropped open. "Wow! How did you do this?"
Eva shrugged modestly, "I just bent metal with my hands."
Chris gave a low whistle, "and people say athletes lack creativity. Alright, time to take a look at our final contestant's work, Courtney!"
Courtney presented Chris with a makeshift violin, made from plywood and spare wires. She even crafted a little bow out of a discarded windshield wiper. When asked to play a tune, the violin worked, though it was quite off-key. Courtney assured him that with the proper tuning equipment it would be as good as any violin one would find in a Walmart.
Chris, satisfied with how the challenge went out, decided to call it to an end. "Alright guys, time to release the results. Rodney!"
Rodney wheeled a large TV into view, and the camera did a close up of it. It was currently blank except for the contestants names, plastered in classic Total Drama text on the far left side of the screen.
"Let's see the results for the first part, the physical aspect of it!" Chris announced.
Numbers appeared on the screen, and the six names shuffled around in order to place themselves correctly. The board read as such:
Physical Leg:
Eva: 1st.
Courtney: 2nd.
Justin: 3rd.
Gwen: 4th.
Harold: 5th.
Noah: 6th.
"Wow, last place, what a jaw-dropper." Noah grumbled as he eyed the board, "and Little Miss Eva got first? What kind of Twilight Zone is this, huh McLean?"
Justin flexed his muscles, "hoo-yeah, baby."
Harold looked at his fifth place score and sighed.
Courtney shrugged. She knew she wouldn't have been able to beat Eva, so she was satisfied with her placement.
"And now the results for the mental part."
Mental Leg:
Noah: 1st.
Harold: 2nd.
Gwen: 3rd.
Courtney: 4th.
Eva: 5th.
Justin: 6th.
"What?" Courtney exclaimed, "I got fourth? That's outrageous!"
"Heh," Owen chuckled, elbowing Noah, "she sounds like Josee, huh little buddy? Say, where's Emma?"
"Now, onto the creative-wait, was that Owen?"
Everyone paused, looking alarmed and searching for the fat boy, who seemed to have disappeared, if he was even there at all.
"I thought I heard him too." Noah scratched his head, "but I don't see him, and he's not exactly hard to find."
Chris shook his head, a bit bewildered by the situation, "anyways, lets move on…"
"Oh no, you're going to explain to me how I got fourth!" Courtney proclaimed, stepping forward to the host. "Noah beating me I can understand, and MAYBE I can stomach Harold doing it too, but Gwen!?"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Glad to see you haven't under-estimated me," she said sarcastically.
Courtney just silently steamed with anger.
"Man, I was really hoping I would get first..." Harold sighed, "but second isn't so bad."
"It's better than mine." Justin covered his face with embarrassment, "how did I even do worse than Eva, who wrecked the place?"
"She beat you by like 0.4 of a point." Chris teased her, "now, I'll know announce the final rankings of the overall challenge. The two campers tied for third place in total, and safe for the night are…
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Justin and Harold!"
Harold gave a cheer of joy and went to high-five Justin, who returned it half-heartedly.
"Yes!" The ginger cheered, doing some karate poses, "I'm guaranteed a spot in the Final 5, this is most excellent!"
"Yeah, yeah, save your nerd-gasm for later." Chris chuckled. "Now, the winner of this challenge is…
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Gwen!"
Gwen looked surprised, and Courtney let out a scoff and Eva furrowed her brow in disappointment.
"Wow," she remarked, "that's a pleasant surprise."
"Gwen, you will also be receiving an extra reward for winning this challenge, though you won't ever find out what it is! At least, you won't know until after the show!"
Everyone seemed confused by this.
"Uh…okay? Thanks?" Gwen offered.
"You're welcome!" The host beamed at her. "Now, we've got three contestants but only one immunity spot left." Chris looked at Courtney, Eva, and Noah, "the person in SECOND place in the gauntlet is…"
Courtney bit her lip nervously.
Eva scrunched her fists together confidently.
Noah looked bored.
"…Courtney!"
Courtney breathed a huge sigh of relief, as did Harold.
"What?" Eva shouted, "how am I in the bottom two?!"
"Just look at the scores, Eva." Chris pursed his lips.
Overall rankings:
Gwen: 4th, 3rd, 1st. 8 points total.
Courtney: 2nd, 4th, 3rd. 9 points total.
Justin: 3rd, 6th, 2nd. 11 points total.
Harold: 5th, 2nd, 4th. 11 points total.
Eva: 1st, 5th, 6th. 12 points total.
Noah: 6th, 1st, 5th. 12 points total.
"How did I get LAST place in the creative part? My sculpture was awesome! Surely better than Noah's flute!"
"Yeah," Chris nodded, "it was, but you were penalized into last after your little display during the mental part. You really should get a handle on that temper."
Eva let out a snarl of rage and stormed off, muttering darkly to herself.
"Well, that wraps up that. Noah and Eva are the two up for votes tonight, so I'd have to guess we'd be seeing a 3-3 tiebreaker. You guys can go."
As all the contestants left, Justin remained standing where he was. "Yeah, a tie, we'll see about that." he muttered, smiling to himself.
(Confessional: Noah.)
Noah: *shaking his head* Of course I lost. It looks like my time is up. I don't know if I can beat Eva in a tiebreaker of anything. *He sighs* at least I can be with Dawn again.
(End Confessional: Noah.)
(Confessional: Eva.)
Eva: So, I guess tonight I crush the bookworm in a tiebreaker? Seems fitting karma considering he called me out for being untrustworthy. *She scoffs*.
(End Confessional: Eva.)
Nothing of importance happened between the end of the challenge and the elimination ceremony, so the footage skipped forwards to there.
"Final Six, its time to become the Final Five." Chris smirked, gesturing to the five marshmallows laid out in front of him.
The night was warm and comfortable, and crickets sang merrily at the edge of the firelight.
"Obviously, marshmallows go to Gwen, Courtney, Harold and Justin!"
The four caught their marshmallows with varying degrees of happiness.
"Noah, Eva, this is the final marshmallow of the night…" Chris said for dramatic event.
Everyone waited for Chris to say it was a tie.
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The host flicked Noah his marshmallow, as every single camper save one looked surprised.
"What?" Eva was so flabbergasted she wasn't even angry. She turned to Gwen, who looked just as shocked, and Justin, who was smiling slightly.
"You?" Eva gaped at Justin, who just smiled at her.
"Don't worry Eva, you're not going home tonight." He said, "I am."
This shocked everyone into silence. Gwen was the first to recover.
"Say what now?" She asked, confused.
"I officially quit about…" the model tapped his chin, "two hours ago? I wanted the elimination ceremony to go on so it could be as dramatic as possible, though. I don't want to go out on a flat note."
"Why are you quitting though?" Noah asked, puzzled, "you're so close to the end! So close to the money!"
Justin laughed, "I never gave a damn about the money. Do you have any idea how much money I make from my modeling business? I came back because I was forced to. I made amends for my awful behavior in Total Drama Action, got a girlfriend, friends, and an arch enemy that I defeated. I'm happy with my run, and I honestly think you'll all benefit from the money more."
Gwen buried her face in her hands, distraught. "First Noah, now you." She moaned into her hands.
"Hey," Justin walked over to her and crouched down next to her, "you'll be fine, Gwen. You can pull that double finalist status! Besides, you've got Eva on your side."
Gwen looked up at him, a small smile on her dark lips, "Thanks, I guess."
"Incase anyone is still confused, this should explain everything." Chris announced.
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin: *Wrinkling his nose* Ugh, I really wish I didn't have to swim in garbage, but I will! For drama's sake! For the suspense! *He strikes a heroic pose, his arms and head stretched up towards the sky* Huh? You're wondering what I'm on about? *He resumes his normal Confessional state* We'll I'll tell you what. I'm quitting. I'm done, I'm going to go out on my own terms and let these five duke it out. I want to go that gorgeous Playa, eat gorgeous food, hang out with my gorgeous girlfriend and have a gorgeous time, so thats what I'm gonna do. I've been keeping up a semi-competitive nature in the hopes that Chris will accept my resignation for the amount of drama it will cause, and I think it will. So yeah, thats the full story. *he smiles broadly* I'll see you soon, Annie.
(End Confessional: Justin.)
Noah offered his hand to Justin as the model collected his suitcases. "I hate to admit this, but its been a pleasure, anti-Me."
Justin chuckled and accepted the handshake, "right back at you, Noah-it-all."
Gwen gave the model a hug, and Harold fist bumped the model. Courtney, much to everyones surprise, also offered the model a handshake and a good word.
Eva approached Justin, "you're a jerk for doing that to me, you know." she frowned, but her tone was light (as light as Eva's tone could get.)
"Hah, you're welcome. Take care of Gwen, okay? And keep an eye out on Noah. I know neither you nor Gwen are on the best of terms with him, but when you're allied with Courtney you always have to watch your back."
Eva gave a sharp bark of laughter, "you don't have to tell me that, pretty boy." She offered him a fist bump, "now go make out with your obnoxious girlfriend."
Justin laughed at that, true and hearty, "you don't have to tell me twice."
He offered Chris a fist bump on his way down the Dock. Right before he boarded the boat, he turned around and waved to everyone. "Peace out Total Drama Chaos!" he shouted, "I kicked this season in the ass!"
With that, he boarded the Boat of Losers and it sailed away into the night.
Chris dismissed the campers and turned to the camera, a happy smile on his face. "Oooh boy! Gotta love all that drama! How will Gwen and Eva survive with the numbers disadvantage, even though they're the stronger competitors? Who will be eliminated next? Did you expect this Final 5? Me neither! Find out all all this on the next episode of Total! Drama! Chaos!"
Voting Confessionals:
Courtney: Goodbye, traitor!
Eva: I vote for Noah.
Gwen: I never thought I would have to do this but...I vote for Noah.
Justin: Twice in a row, huh? I vote for myself. Its nice to go out on your own terms.
Harold: Gotta vote for Eva. Sorry...
Noah: Bye Eva.
Justin: Justin.
Eva: Noah, Courtney, Harold. (Null.)
Noah: Eva, Gwen. (Null.)
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), Kasimar, Trent, Jo, Lindsay (2), Ezekiel, Tyler, Dakota, Justin.
Final Five: Courtney, Harold, Noah, Gwen, Eva.
Justin's reasoning for being eliminated:
Ah, Justin! You were one of my favorites to write in this story, IF not my favorite. Every line he had just clicked with me and I've loved him from start to finish. I considered having him win for a while early on, but eventually decided he'd be the boot after Dakota, whenever that may have been. He got to leave on his own terms and had a rocking season. Love ya, Justin, but you miss out on the Final 5.
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