Disclaimer: I own Fat Man, Lewis, Larry, and Val. If it's anything else, I probs don't own it.
Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long, but school came up and my other fics have been a pain in my cheese. This fic is going to be my main project between my TD projects, but don't expect frequent updates for a while. Also, this chapter is dedicated to Kyle, who motivated me enough to write this. Thanks Kyle!
Magic is microwaves!
E17 P2: Trials of Friendship
As the two teams conversed, Pinkie and Sunset went hard to work on the challenge. Pinkie had them randomized so that even the two women didn't know what order they would be in to begin with. They set up the first challenge and nodded to themselves at their job.
"I hate to be one to ask… but what's our first challenge?" Tyler asked. Indeed, all Sunset and Pinkie had done was remove all the tables in the room and replaced them with two chairs and piles of balloons that have yet to be blown up.
"Well Tyler, I'm so glad you asked!" Pinkie said with a grin. "The first challenge represents none other than yours truly! For this little mini challenge, all you have to do is blow up as many balloons as you can in three minutes. The person who does wins a point for their team!"
"Doesn't sound too bad," Alejandro nodded.
Pinkie smiled and nodded. "I'm the easiest one since I'm so chill," she said. "Sunset, the magic doo-hickey that creates randomated contestant names!"
"You mean the random name selector I use on this excel document?" Sunset said with a roll of her eyes.
"Sh! To the contestants, it's pure magic!"
Sunset, again, rolled her eyes, but none the less clicked a few things on a laptop in the back of the room. "First up for the Heroic Hamsters is Katie, while the next for the Villainous Vultures is Sadie!"
Both girls squeed loudly, making most of the contestants cover their ears in pain. DJ and Trent simply shrugged, used to the squees from both of them.
Confessional: When you date those who squee, your ears become that of Superman's.
Katie: It's been a long time since Sadie and I had some bonding time! Sure, we're competing against each other in this challenge, but it's all in good fun! If one of us loses, it's not going to be the end of the world. We've learned not to fight over stupid things like winning or losing.
Sadie: (On her knees, her hands together.) I thank the Random Selector gods for putting me and Katie together for this challenge! Squee!
Trent: When you date Sadie or Katie…
DJ: …you get used to random loud squees.
Katie and Sadie both sat in the chairs and readied their first balloon. Once everything was set, Pinkie looked intensely at the two best friends. "Alright! You guys will be judged on mass, not the amount of balloons of blow up. This means, you can spend all your time on one balloon and make it as big as possible, or make several small balloons. Whatever floats your boat."
"After the challenge, I'll take the balloons and weigh them," Sunset said. "Pinkie will run the next challenge while I do that."
"GO!" Pinkie suddenly yelled. Startled, the two girls looked at each other with grins.
"I'm not going easy on you," Sadie said, sucking in a breath and blowing air into her balloon.
"Who said I was?" Katie smirked and did the same.
After a few seconds, the two girls had decided what they would do. Katie decided to blow up medium sized balloons and then tie them off so she could focus on more balloons. Sadie blew up larger balloons to take up more space.
Pinkie looked at a timer. "Five seconds!" Pinkie called.
"Four!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Time!"
Katie and Sadie stopped blowing their balloons. They tied off the current balloon they were working on and set it aside. Quantity wise, Katie seemed golden, but it wasn't quantity based, now was it?
Sunset grabbed both balloon sets. "I'll go weigh these. I'll be right back," she said and jogged off.
"Onto the next challenge!" Pinkie giggled.
Confessional: Pop goes the balloon!
DJ: Katie looked like she had more balloons, but Sadie blew up those balloons pretty big. I have to say that it's going to be pretty close. I believe in my girl though.
Trent: Sadie made a pretty smart move. Katie might have blown through the challenge, but Sadie took her time to make the balloon as big as she could before stopping. I really believe Sadie has this challenge won.
(Heroic Hamsters)
While Pinkie was setting up the second challenge, Larry was sitting over by Bridgette when Mike and Zoey approached. "Hey Mike," Larry called, noticing Bridgette go rigid. "How you fairing?"
"Eh," Mike shrugged with a sigh.
"We kind of broke up this morning," Zoey said, rubbing her arm.
Larry looked at them in concern. "Why'd you do that? You guys are one of the best couples this show has ever seen! Why would you two just throw your relationship out the window like that?"
Mike shrugged. "Whatever's wrong with me is effecting our relationship," he explained. "Since I can't give her the attention she needs, I figured maybe we should just take a break."
Bridgette cringed, which no one but Larry noticed. Larry sighed. "Well, perhaps it's for the best," Larry said. "I still ship you two though. You two are some of the faces of Total Drama: Revenge of the Island. If you can make it work, then make it work."
"We'll try again after the contest," Zoey sighed. "Thanks for the talk Larry."
"It's what a disembodied head does," Larry shrugged.
Confessional: Normally disembodied heads just die.
Zoey: Geez, if Larry doesn't think us breaking up was a good idea, then just think of our fan base. (Shivers.) But I think we need this break. Until we figure out what's wrong with Mike, we'll just be friends.
Bridgette: (Pales.) #$%... They broke up… and it's partially my fault! Sure, they don't know I slept with Mike, but the fact I knew about Mal and didn't tell anyone… #$%! Then again… Larry knows about Mal and didn't say anything. Why would he withhold that information from his friends?
The second test had been set up and Pinkie fell to the ground in exhaustion. She had wheeled in two portable dressing rooms, each one big enough to hold a full-body mirror, a person, and a wardrobe. Pinkie smiled at the contestants, looking a little dizzy.
"That was hard," she slurred.
"She ate a cupcake, didn't she?" Sunset sighed as she returned into the room. "Pinkie, how many times do we have to tell you? Cupcakes make you high!"
"Your high!" she slurred.
"Ok, fine," Sunset muttered, rolling her eyes. "She'll come off it eventually. Now then, I tallied up the balloon mass. By a narrow margin, Sadie had more mass in her balloons. The first point goes to the Villainous Vultures."
The Vultures Villains cheered while the Heroic Hamsters shrugged. It was a long challenge. They might catch up if they try a bit harder than they were.
"Now then," Sunset said, "the next challenge features our famous friend Rarity. She has a high sense of fashion and has designed many outfits that are absolutely glamorous. For your challenge, you must change your outfit into the one outfit that Rarity herself designed."
"And Zoey and Dakota are dancing unicorns!" Pinkie slurred.
"Don't ever feed Pinkie cupcakes. Ever," Sunset sighed. "But, since she's drunk and probably didn't do it on purpose, Zoey and Dakota will compete in this challenge."
Confessional: Not pot cupcakes. Normal cupcakes.
Zoey: You're putting me in a challenge fashion based. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing during this challenge. So long as I don't let my social problems distract me, I'll be good.
Dakota: Rarity… that name sounds oddly familiar. Hmm… oh well, I'll figure it out later. Right now, fashion challenge! Yay!
The two girls had entered the dressing rooms and went to work. They looked through the inventory they had. Zoey smirked while admiring a dress while Dakota was thinking quietly to herself. She was inspecting the wardrobe before a light bulb went off in her head.
"Oh! That's where I've heard her name before!" Dakota said, then smiled. "Huh. I guess being a famous movie star has its perks."
After about three more minutes, Pinkie slurred, "Time! To eat another cupcake! Who's hungry?"
"Seriously, who the buck gave her a cupcake?" Sunset sighed, shaking her head side to side.
Zoey exited the closet first. She was wearing a sparkling purple dress that fell to the ground. Mike's jaw dropped but quickly put it back up. Sunset nodded at the choice and then looked over to Dakota's closet.
Dakota had exited the closet… wearing what she was before. She was smiling and twirled around a little. "Like it?" she giggled.
"Um… you didn't change," Zoey said, keeping from snickering.
"Yeah, I know," Dakota giggled. "Rarity, she's a big fashion designer for movies that my dad's made. I get some of her outfits. This is one of her's."
Sunset inspected the two outfits… only to smirk. "Indeed, Dakota is wearing the true Rarity original. Therefore, another point to the Villainous Vultures, making it two for zero!"
" #$%," Val muttered to himself.
Confessional: Is what humans do on the can.
Mike: Too bad. Zoey looked really good in that dress. (Sighs.) Sucks we aren't dating, especially when things are getting to the point that people don't trust anyone except their significant others…
Vallowsmeir: #$%it! Two losses in a row…. #$%! I don't doubt Scott's ability to strategize, but we're both on thin ice. Dawn's probably not budging… #$%!
(Villainous Vultures)
Mr. Coconut, Trent, and Sadie were resting on the side lines. They were enjoying the fact they were doing well in the challenge for once. "I feel as if today we can finally pull a victory," Mr. Coconut sighed in relief.
"With no help from me at all," Sadie rolled her eyes.
"Are you kidding? You won the first challenge! Few more wins and we have this in the bag!" Mr. Coconut chuckled. "No strategy tonight for us, that's for sure."
"Don't be so arrogant Coconut," Harold said, passing by. "If you take a break, you might become the target."
"Doubt it. I'm in a solid position, despite things I might have done in the past. You, Harold, are on thin ground with no allies. And last I checked, you aren't well liked," Mr. Coconut said.
Harold simply chuckled. "You aren't as well liked as you might think," he said. "Beth mentioned taking you out before. Pretty smart if you ask me, but then, I'm telling you."
Trent raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're telling us Mr. Coconut is a threat because you're being friendly?"
"I didn't say those words. I'm simply telling you Beth is going to try and take Mr. Coconut out," Harold said simply. "I so happen to be voting for her, so if you want to join me, then go on ahead."
"Interesting. I shall keep your offer in mind," Mr. Coconut said.
"Don't take too long to think about it," Harold warned. "Wait too long, and you might end up on the chopping block."
Confessional: Harold, don't joke. You aren't celery.
Trent: I find it interesting Harold said Mr. Coconut was a target, because last I checked, Dakota said her alliance wanted to vote for him and Tyler is probably focused on his revenge on Beth. Makes me inclined to vote for the guy.
Harold: I honestly don't care who Beth is voting for. If getting votes to get rid of a thorn in my side requires lying, all good in my book. I mean, other villains did it in previous seasons. Why can't I do it?
Sunset had removed the closets by herself, seeing as Pinkie was still loopy from eating that mysterious cupcake. Sunset shook her head as she passed by her friend. "Seriously, you know you shouldn't eat cupcakes. Why would you do it now of all times?"
"Because it was a gift!" Pinkie slurred. "From a ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssnail!"
Sunset frowned. "Gift? Everyone knows you aren't allowed to eat cupcakes," Sunset frowned. She then shrugged and looked over at the contestants. "Alright, this next challenge fits under me. When I was younger and more innocent, I didn't know the meaning of friendship. For this challenge, I'll ask you a few questions and judge your answers. The better friend is the winner."
"Sounds kind of cheap," Scott scoffed.
"I came here with no money or experience," Sunset said, slightly annoyed. "The only money I had was stuff I stole from other kids. So, I'm kind of used to being completely cheap."
"Makes sense to me eh," Zeke shrugged.
"Anyway, so checking my random selector I made on Excel," Sunset said, "the next ones up are Bridgette and Harold!"
Bridgette sent a smirk over to Harold. "Sounds like we have a final showdown," Bridgette said.
"Shut up. Stop trying to sound cool when you're obviously not," Harold muttered.
Confessional: Only when people are cold is when they are cool.
Bridgette: (Smirking.) Thing about this challenge is, I don't think Harold has a friend. I mean, sure, maybe in early seasons, but I doubt he has anyone he cares about now. Granted, I don't either… except Cody and Larry, which is more friends than Harold has.
Bridgette and Harold sat next to each other in two chairs Sunset had set up. Sunset stood in front of them, holding three note cards. "Three questions," Sunset said. "Since the Villainous Vultures are on a roll, Harold answers first."
"Question," Harold muttered. "Isn't this just a repeat of the debate challenge a few days ago?"
"Dumb question, not answering that," Sunset said sarcastically. "Now then, question one. Who is your best friend?"
"Cody," Bridgette and Harold said together. They both paused and looked at each other with a hateful glare.
"That wasn't expected, now was it?" Sunset said. "Next question. What do you admire the most about your best friend?"
"The fact that he's off this show and out of my way," Harold said.
"That he can look past my past mistakes and move on from that," Bridgette said.
Sunset nodded with a smirk. "Last question," she said. "What's the most annoying trait about your best friend that you can think of?"
"That it took him so long to be voted off," Harold grumbled.
Bridgette had to think for a moment before responding. "I think maybe the fact that he's a bit too perfect," she said. "I mean, we all want to be perfect, but being perfect? I don't think that leads to the best life ever."
"Yeah, Bridgette wins," Sunset said, throwing her cards behind her. Bridgette beamed while Harold looked at her angrily.
"What?! But my answers reflected my relationship with Cody perfectly!" Harold grumbled.
"Yeah, the game perspective," Sunset smirked. "I was looking for personal feelings. Bridgette did that, you didn't. Suck it up cupcake, you fail."
"I want another cupcake," Pinkie said, her eyes big on sugar high.
"Bad choice of words," Sunset muttered.
Confessional: Can I have a cupcake?
Harold: (Red with anger.) #$%! #$% you Sunset! Bah, what's it matter? I can easily get votes on Beth, no worries. Why am I worried?
Bridgette: You know, normally this is the point where the hero feels remorse that they beat the villain and try to apologize for making them feel bad. News flash: I'm not a hero! (Stands up and does a dance.) I beat Harold! I beat Harold! That's for you voting off Cody!
(Alleyway)
Slender was sitting in the alley on a tire, looking out at the entrance of the alley as it continued to pour down rain. He seemed to be deep in thought as he looked outward. Pink appeared next to him, staring in the general direction he was looking at. "What are we staring at?" she asked him dryly.
"Stich was shot a little to the left of where we were," Slender said to her. "The fact he was so close to us doesn't make any sense. If I were to shoot someone, I wouldn't do it where possible people were nearby."
"New flash: it was raining. We couldn't see who did it even if we were looking," Pink said.
"No… Chica distinctly mentioned seeing purple hair," Slender said.
Pink gasped in faux surprise. "Oh no, you're nephew is a killer! Who didn't see that coming?!" She then snorted and rolled her eyes. "Not a shock to me in the slightest. Spends his time hunting demons. Shooting his own brother? Bound to happen eventually."
"Not Stich," Slender said firmly. "Maybe Leroy, but never Stich. Besides, Lewis has no motive. He's rich, married to the women of his dreams, and runs a TV show. Stich? He's barely getting by with his job in Hawaii. This doesn't make any sense."
Pink frowned a little… but couldn't help but nod. "That makes a lot of sense," she muttered. "Besides, I wouldn't go out in the street sporting purple hair."
Slender paused for a moment. "Why?" he asked.
Pink looked at him and scoffed. "So I offer you my opinion a million times before this and you reject it. Now, out of nowhere, you want to know my opinion on this?"
"Humor me," Slender said.
Pink rolled her eyes but decided to go along with it. "Purple is Lewis' signature color, right?" Pink asked. "Why would you go shoot someone pretending to be a figurehead of something? Obviously this person is trying to pose as Lewis so that their attention is on him."
Slender nodded and stood up. "I've just learned two things," he said. "One, Lewis didn't shoot Stich and someone is framing Lewis to keep the attention off the actually culprit."
"I just said that," Pink muttered. "What's the second thing?"
"You don't know this person," Slender said. "Otherwise you wouldn't have told me what you just did."
"Think that," Pink snarked.
"Better than thinking you actually care about me," Slender said.
Pink gagged at that sentence. "I would rather kill myself," she said to him.
(Hotel)
With Pinkie still high on that mysterious cupcake, Sunset put it upon herself to get the next challenge set up. Currently, she had moved two tables into the room, each one with beakers full of mysterious liquid. Right as she finished up, Pinkie slipped by her and kissed her cheek.
"Pinkie!" Sunset said, pushing her to the side.
"Sorry… but not sorry!" Pinkie said, giving a giggle and a slur. "So cute…"
"What was in that cupcake?" Sunset muttered to herself. "Must have literally been pure sugar to get her this bad. I haven't even seen her remotely this bad since that time when we were fifteen…" Sunset shivered. "Sometimes memories are better left forgotten."
"Forget about us? Because we can hear you!" Noah said, reading his book.
Sunset scowled at the boy. "Who's side are you on?" she asked.
"The side that ends my misery," Noah drawled. "You aren't on that side."
"I #$% well wish I was right now," Sunset muttered but sighed. "Our next challenge features our friend Twilight, who's a scientist. For this challenge, all you have to do is make something explode. We asked Fat Man to test this challenge to make sure nothing would explode too badly."
" #$%," Scott grumbled.
"Now then, the next two randomly selected people are… Scott and Zeke!" Sunset announced.
Confessional: Don't give Zeke explosives! He might eat them!
Zeke: I don't know about this eh. I was homeschooled, one of the reasons no one really liked me in season one and three eh. Chemistry isn't really something I know very well. But… if it saves Izzy, then bring it on eh!
Scott: (Rolls his eyes.) Really? These are explosives we're talking about. I would kill to have my hands on actual explosives. And I think at this point you know I'm not even joking around with that sentence.
Scott and Zeke had moved so they were in front of one of the tables. They inspected the tables for a few minutes before Sunset walked in front of both of them. "Alright, make something explode… GO!" she yelled.
Zeke went to work slowly, looking over the chemicals before mixing them. He found the green and blue ones and put them together. No reaction came about by his mixes, making him scratch his head. "I was never one for science, eh," he muttered to himself. He took a breath and thought for a moment. "I just have to channel my inner Izzy eh."
Over at the other table, Scott monitored the chemicals, not even remotely touching them. He smirked after about five minutes. "Bingo," he said, grabbing a red, a green, and a purple mixture and dumping it together.
Without a second of waiting, the container exploded. Scott jumped to the side as it exploded with a smirk on his face. "And that is why I'm the best at explosives," he smirked.
"And I, unfortunately, have to declare Scott the winner of this round!" Sunset said. "This ties the teams up two for two!"
"I have two too!" Pinkie gurgled, giggling to herself.
Sunset shook her head. "I really don't know what's she's referencing, and quite honestly, I don't think I want to know."
Confessional: Two eyes maybe?
Scott: (Smirking.) I see two balloons Pinkie has that look so big enough for me to squeeze. (Chuckles evilly.) I know my way around explosives. No way was I losing this challenge.
Izzy: Zeke tried… he didn't win… but he tried…
(Heroic Hamsters)
DJ and Katie were sitting over at the side, just cuddling next to each other. DJ was waiting for his name to come up while Katie was able to relax. "We may be tied, but we still have a chance of winning this," DJ said confidently.
"I believe in you," Katie smiled.
"Thanks," DJ smiled. It quickly vanished however when someone approached them. And that person so happened to be Scott, who was smiling devilishly.
"Like what I just did in the challenge? Wish I did that with more girls, if you catch me drift," Scott chuckled, waggling his eyebrows. Katie blanched and DJ glared. "In all seriousness, how are my fine friends doing?"
"Friends?" DJ scoffed. "We aren't friends."
"Sure we aren't," Scott chuckled. "I mean, we're totally both not in the minority. I don't think we'd be beneficial to each other in any way, shape, or form."
"Nope, because let's be honest here Scott. You're a no good abortion loving, brutal rapist who cares about no one except his own self pleasure," DJ growled.
Scott held up his hands in defeat. "You caught me!" he laughed. "Yeah, all that's stuff true. I'm quite proud of myself, to be honest. But that's not why I'm here and you know it. I'm just saying you need more votes if you want to get any farther in this contest. Consider this an offer you wouldn't want to refuse."
Katie shook her head. "Scott, give up," she said. "We aren't joining forces, ok? We know you're an evil #$% and you are the next one going home once we get a chance. So don't convince us otherwise."
"Fine. Just know this. Larry and his gang are great guys… but who's stopping them from flipping to my side? Not everyone in this world is a goody two shoes. Not even Dawn, my delectable flower," Scott said, licking his lips. "Keep my offer in mind. You aren't safe, and never will be, unless you have help from a greater force."
Scott made his leave, leaving DJ and Katie alone. Katie looked at her boyfriend carefully. "What do you think? We both know he's insane… but he makes a point. We don't really have numbers."
"Neither does he," DJ said, glaring in the direction Scott left. "Look, Scott might be making a desperate play to save himself, but I'm not buying it. Alright? Don't listen to Scott and don't make him think he has power."
Katie sighed, but nodded. "I guess," she said.
Confessional: I guess that I don't look good in heels.
Katie: You know… maybe Scott's willing to change? I mean, it's pretty much common knowledge he made Dawn pregnant and big on abortion… but we never really heard his side of the story. He's not a nice guy… but maybe he's not a monster?
DJ: Scott is a complete monster. He tormented Dawn too much to even be allowed to be out of prison. Once this show is over he better be behind bars. The sooner, the better.
The next challenge had been set up by Sunset. A mini race course lined by flags was set up. Sunset sat at a table holding two stopwatches. Pinkie sat next to her, asleep and snoring. "When she wakes up, it's going to be a massive hang-over," Sunset sighed.
"Over a cupcake?" Noah asked dryly.
"A cupcake obviously laced with a new type of sprinkles or something," Sunset muttered. "Seriously, does anyone have any idea on who gave Pinkie a cupcake?"
"Does it look like we're staff? You guys have cameras. Use them," Noah said.
"You're really annoying. Anyone tell you that?" Sunset asked.
"If they did, I couldn't hear them over the sound of me not caring," Noah shrugged.
Sunset merely rolled her eyes and addressed the other contestants. "For this next challenge, we will be representing our friend Rainbow Dash. She's really big on the atheletics, so we decided to set up a little racecourse. The rules are quite simple. The first person to run around the race course three times with the fastest time wins."
"Pfft, sounds like a job for me," Tyler smirked.
"Funny you should say that. You and Alejandro were next up via Excel program," Sunset said.
"Sweet! First my mad boxing, now my mad running!" Tyler said in excitement.
Confessional: I don't know, Harold has some mad skills too.
Tyler: I'm the sports guy. Sure, I might have screwed up a few times in earlier seasons, but I know I got this in the bag! I've been practicing since those seasons and I know I'm better than I was before! You'll see!
Tyler and Alejandro lined up at the start of the course. Sunset looked at the stopwatches then at the two boys. "Alright, you may begin… now!" she called, starting both watches.
Tyler and Alejandro both made a b5reak for it once Sunset had gave the signal. Right off the bat, Tyler gained the lead over Alejandro, running as fast as he could. Alejandro was running at a moderate pace, barely making too much effort.
"Come on Al! Punch it!" Scott yelled at him.
"I'm half tempted not to, just so you can be voted off!" Alejandro sneered at him.
"News flash: I won my challenge! I probably get immunity even if we lose, dumb #$%," Scott smirked.
" #$%it... Didn't think of that," Alejandro muttered and quickly picked up the pace.
Tyler had finished his first lap and was working on the next one. Alejandro was quick, however, and managed to catch up to Tyler once they completed their second lap. "Looks like it's going to be close," Tyler said.
"Never liked it easy," Alejandro said, offering a small grin. Tyler grinned back and the two made a mad dash for the end. However, one person slipped in front of the other.
"And like that, Alejandro wins, putting the Heroic Hamsters with three points over the Villainous Vultures still at two!" Sunset announced. "We're half way to the end of this challenge, but it could still be anyone's game!"
Confessional: What game are we talking about? Twister?
Alejandro: Right now, I'm playing for three people. Dawn, myself, and Larry. We're a tight circle. Anyone else is kind of on the sidelines, namely Scott and Val. If I can't vote either one off, then the others will unfortunately be at the top of the list. And I really don't want to have to cut people who deserve to stay.
(Villainous Vultures)
Zeke, Dakota, and Noah all sat on the sidelines, watching as Sunset redid the area for the next challenge. Zeke sighed, shaking his head. "I knew I was going to suck at my challenge, eh," he said.
"Don't worry about it," Dakota said, offering him a small smile. "We can't win them all. All we have to do is try our best."
"Unless our best sucks, then we can laze around and be completely useless," Noah drawled.
"Would it kill you to be positive about anything?" Dakota sighed.
"Yes, quite literally," Noah said matter-o-factly.
Zeke couldn't help but smile at the couple as Dakota playfully hit Noah in the shoulder. "I don't understand how you two work, eh. Wish I did. I'm kind of stuck on how to work out Izzy, eh," he sighed to himself.
"How's she doing? I know I was worried about you two last night," Dakota asked.
"Wouldn't stop pacing around the room. I couldn't fall asleep because the sound of her worry kept me up," Noah said.
Zeke sighed. "She's… alive, eh. That's all I can say for now. I just got to stay with her and make sure she's not over stimulated."
"Sounds like a good plan to me," Dakota nodded.
"Eh, is it really a bad thing if she dies?" Noah asked.
Dakota and Zeke looked at each other, then angrily at Noah. "Yes," they said in unison.
" #$%it…"
Confessional: Ah Noah, what are we going to do with you.
Zeke: Noah's my friend and all, eh, but he sure doesn't seem very caring. I don't insult his girlfriend to his face eh… then again, it might not even affect him all that much. Hard to believe he even has a heart sometimes eh.
Noah: (Reading a book.) We all die eventually, some sooner than others. I kind of see where Izzy is coming from. I know I'm going to die and that I'm not needed, so why wait for my illness to kill me? Still, I'm not an idiot. Fat Man might find a cure, so I'll hold out.
Sunset gave a final shove and sighed in relief. She had moved two covered cages into the room, both covered with a red cloth. She sighed and gave the contestants a smile. "In each of these cages, there's an animal waiting to be taken care of," Sunset explained. "This takes after our friend Fluttershy, who you've all met. The challenge is simply…"
"Dancing around naked in front of a giant elephant!" Pinkie giggled in her sleep.
Sunset stared blankly at her friend. "Yeah, and this is her when she's drunk," Sunset said, shaking her head. "Anyway, the two contenders simply have to get the animal to come out of the cage. That's all."
"Sounds… too easy," Trent said suspiciously. "What's the catch?"
Sunset smirked a huge smirk. She grabbed the cloth on both cages and yanked it off to reveal what was inside. In one cage rested a bunny, who kind of looked ticked off about something and was glaring at everyone. In the other cage rested Gummy, Pinkie's pet alligator.
"Yep, that's a catch," Alejandro nodded. "Good thing I already participated in my challenge."
"Speaking of participants, those next up for the challenge are DJ and Beth!" Sunset announced.
Confessional: The bunny is Fluttershy's. Do the math.
Dawn: I might not be up, but I'm kind of glad DJ is. If anyone is more gentle with animals than I am, it'd be DJ. I just hope he gets Gummy… that bunny isn't to be messed with.
Harold: Of all the people to get this challenge, it had to be #$% Beth. Ugh… I think our team is screwed again. #$%...good thing I have votes, right?
DJ and Beth had stepped forward and inspected the cages. Before DJ could say anything, Beth shouted, "I call the bunny!" DJ shrugged and gestured for her to go on ahead as he walked over to Gummy. Beth eyed the bunny carefully. "Get out of the #$% cage, you piece of #$%," Beth said sternly.
The bunny stared at her for a moment… before turning it's head defiantly. "You #$%! You'll listen to me!" Beth screamed and jammed her hand into the cage. The bunny expertly dodged her hand and bounced around the cage. This made Beth angrier and flail her arm, trying desperately to catch the bunny.
DJ watched Beth's foolish attempts and shook his head. "That's not how you gain the trust of an animal buddy," he told her.
" #$% you! I'll do whatever the #$% I want!" Beth yelled, again missing a grab for the bunny, who did a raspberry at her.
DJ sighed but simply shrugged. He looked at Gummy and offered him a smile. "Hey there little buddy," he said. He reached inside the cage and pet Gummy's head. The alligator cocked his head…
…and chomped onto DJ's hand.
"DJ!" Katie screamed with worry.
DJ merely chuckled. "That tickles," he said, pulled Gummy out of the cage, still clamped on his hand. Katie still looked at DJ in worry… only to relax when Gummy let go, revealing no teeth.
"And DJ scores a point for the Heroic Hamsters, making the score four to two," Sunset said.
" #$%it! This #$% bunny won't do anything I tell it to do!" Beth screamed, grabbing the cage and throwing it across the room. Before it landed, Discord randomly appeared and caught the cage.
"Naughty, naughty," Discord tsked, waving his finger back and forth. "Fluttershy would kill if something happened to her precious Angel."
"Aren't you supposed to be with her right now?" Sunset asked.
"Yes, but I haven't been around in ages. Besides, I wanted to tick Ben off by breaking the fourth wall a little bit, spice things up."
Discord…screw you.
"I try," Discord smirked and vanished.
Confessional: The author wanted a random cameo.
Beth: (Red with rage.) #$%! This challenge was rigged against me! At least Harold isn't immune either… time to get votes against that son of a #$%...
DJ: Why else would Pinkie name Gummy Gummy? Besides, I remember him from the find challenge way back in the early rounds. He can't hurt anyone even if he wanted too.
(Medical Room)
Foxy and Chica were hanging out on the other side of the room while Fat Man monitored Stich's condition. Fat Man nodded and wrote something down on a piece of paper. Right as he was about to turn around, Stich shot straight up.
"Lewis did it!" he said in a panic, his eyes darting around the room.
"Stich, calm down," Fat Man said, right as Chica and Foxy shot to their feet. "You were in a coma. Chica saved you last night after you got shot. I've treated the injury, so you should…"
"Shut up and listen!" Stich said, cutting his uncle off. "Last night when I was looking for Slender, someone with purple hair shot me. They had a pink gun and when I asked if it was Lewis, they answered yes. At least… I think it was a yes. It's all fuzzy…"
Chica worriedly glanced from Stich to Fat Man. "The b-b-b-bullet," she stuttered.
"Right," Fat Man sighed. "With all the evidence, it's pretty #$% obvious that Lewis is the one who attacked Stich."
"What ye be sayin'? That ye nephew and Stich's best friend and brother shot him?" Foxy asked. "That can't be true. Ye know Lewis, I be knowin' Lewis. He wouldn' shoot Stich."
"I know what I saw," Stich said, gritting his teeth. "But… his voice sounded off. Higher, not his normal octave."
"Must have been the rain," Foxy noted. "So… what we be tellin' Lewis about this?"
"Nothing," Fat Man said. "We'll keep our heads down and see if he does anything else suspicious. We'll see if he has an alibi when he comes back tonight. Stich, you're pretty much recovered. I suggest, since you're obviously a target for whatever's going on, that you make yourself scarce and get a flight back to Hawaii."
Stich instantly shook his head. "I promised Lewis I would find Slender," he said. "Lewis might have been the one to shoot me… but I owe it to him to stick around and see if I can find anything else."
Fat Man looked at his nephew and sighed. "So be it," he said. "Until further notice, nothing we just discussed leaves this room." Everyone nodded, worried about their upcoming future.
(Challenge Area)
Pinkie Pie was still unconscious form her cupcake, so Sunset managed to get the next challenge ready. Two book shelves were in the room, each one filled with books. Sunset sighed, resting against one of them. "These are a pain in the #$% to move," she muttered.
"Is preparing the challenges worth the effort? We could always have a reward round and take the win we have," Larry suggested.
"Sorry, but hosting prohibits me from doing that," Sunset sighed. "Anyway, this next challenge represents our friend Spike, who works for Twilight as her assistant. His job normally contains finding books on her countless bookshelves, which leads us to the challenge."
"You want us to take books off book shelves?" Tyler asked. "How come these challenges are just getting easier and easier?"
"Don't complain. My challenge was as hard as #$%," Beth grumbled.
"Anyway, it's simple. I'll call the name of a book and you're job is to find the book I call," Sunset explained. "The winner two out of three times wins the challenge."
"Like I said, these challenges are getting easier," Tyler grumbled.
Sunset shrugged. "Luck of the draw," she said. "Speaking of, the lucky participants of this challenge will be Vallowsmeir and Noah!"
Confessional: Little worm, booking his way into this challenge.
Tyler: Ok, so don't get me wrong, I love easy challenges. But I had to run for my challenge. All Noah has to do is find a book. I mean, I love running but don't you see the injustice here?
Vallowsmeir and Noah got ready in front of their distinguished bookshelves. They examined the shelves for a few moments before nodding in confidence. Sunset noticed that they were ready and smirked. "And… begin! Find Stephanie Meyer's Twilight!"
Vallowsmeir scowled at the book's title, but went to look for it. However, before he could even get started, Noah smirked and pulled out his book he had started reading at the start of the contest. "Done," he said.
Sunset rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you're still reading that stupid book," she said. "The plot is a piece of #$% trash."
Noah merely shrugged. "You only live once," he muttered.
"Yeah, use that one on me," Sunset grumbled. "Alright… next up, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K. Rowling!"
"Good read," Noah said, eying his book shelf carefully.
"Eh, it was too dry for me," Val grumbled. "No demons."
"Not everything can have complete evil," Noah said, eying Val as he checked the shelf for the book. "I mean, this show is pretty dark but not all of it. Patches of romance are about and friendships people can't replace anywhere else. So even a show as dark as this can't be completely dark."
Val raised a metaphoric eyebrow. Did he… just say something remotely nice? Val thought to himself. Ugh… even the negative ones are going soft. Still… maybe if we merge, Noah would be the best target. "Found it," he said after he finished thinking.
"And with the score tied, one more book left," Sunset said. "Next up… find Total Drama Fire Island by the… Nameless Ben? What kind of title is that?"
"You're friends with Pinkie," Noah drawled. "Do the math."
"You make a solid point," Sunset conceded.
Fire Island? Why does that name… make me feel? I hate this #$% show… why would I feel a connection to something that doesn't even exist? Val thought to himself.
"Oh, that explains it," Noah said, pulling something off a shelf. "It's FanFiction. Blegh… I hate the stuff. Too many people who think they can write, only to come up with utter #$%."
"Amen," Sunset agreed. "And also, with two out of three, Noah scores a point for the Villainous Vultures, bringing the score three to four in the Heroic Hamster's favor."
Confessional: I need a favor.
Noah: (Shrugs.) I was labeled the Book Worm in Total Drama Island. Although, a lot of those titles were a little dry. I mean, '101 Ways Kitty and Alistair Are Adorbs'? 'Her Number'? 'Sins of Love'? Who writes this crap?
Vallowsmeir: I may not have won, but we haven't completely lost. Besides… I've learned some critical information game wise. I always thought Noah was a threat… I just didn't realize how big of one.
(Heroic Hamsters)
Dawn was resting against Alejandro, simply relaxing. Alejandro stroked her hair, to which she smiled. "I don't deserve you," she said.
"Are you kidding? I don't deserve you," Alejandro smiled. "After all the evil I've done… I'm just glad I managed to change my ways. Imagine if I didn't and I was here right now."
Dawn giggled. "You'd probably be the only sane villain over a bunch of crappy ones," she said. "But… I'm glad you aren't. It's ok to be cutthroat… just not in a relationship damaging way."
"I can understand that," Val said, approaching the couple. "I, myself, am playing quite a strategic game. However, I don't want to hurt people with the moves I make, so I plan carefully on how I vote."
Alejandro glared at the puppet. "What do you want Val?" he asked sternly.
Val put on a fake look of shock. "However do you mean? I simply wanted to chat, get closer to the people on my team. The only ones I know super well are Scott and maybe you Al. Even then, not the best people to know on a team of solid alliances."
"You were there with Scott the night Dawn was raped," Alejandro said, ignoring Val's attempts of talking. "I heard you and I know you enjoyed watching it, or at least, her suffering."
#$%it… how do I worm my way out of this one? Val thought to himself. "I… Please don't tell Scott," Val said, his tone urgent. "He's been… threatening me. Brutally. I know I could probably take him… but I don't want him to hurt anyone. I hated watching you suffer Dawn, I did… but if I did anything, he would have hurt more people. I'm only playing along because I don't want to watch more people suffer."
Alejandro eyed Vallowsmeir carefully then looked to Dawn. She, too, was looking at Val carefully before nodding. "I believe him… even if I don't agree with him," she said, smiling weakly.
"Thank you. Tell you what, next elimination, we can target Scott," Val said. "Best to be sure on who's going, right?"
"Yeah… but keep this in mind Val," Alejandro said, boring his eyes into Val's beady ones. "Once Scott is gone, you are not our friend. You might be nicer than I thought, but from what I've heard from Dakota, you aren't a safe person to keep around. Am I clear?"
"As clear as ice," Val said, bowing his head. And as dead as an icicle through the heart.
Confessional: That one option where you can do that in Until Dawn… yeah…
Dawn: Do I forgive Val? Well… he didn't really do anything wrong. Sure, he could have helped to avoid several situations after it, but… I don't really blame him. I'm with Al though. He may be a nice guy, but he's still kind of a sketchy guy.
Vallowsmeir: My issue here is that I'm in the clear, but Scott isn't. The reason I went for it was because Scott isn't trying to lay low anymore. Hell, I think he openly admitted to being an abortion loving rapist. Which I admire about him, don't get me wrong. I'm just saying it'll be easier for me to get threw if I can use Scott as a shield, even though I want to get him to the end.
After having moved the two bookshelves, Sunset had come back into the room with absolutely nothing in her hands. She noticed Pinkie was awake and she didn't look too happy. Pinkie groaned as Sunset approached. "You alive?" Sunset asked.
"Ugh… wish I wasn't," she muttered.
"You say that every time you have a cupcake."
"But they're so good!"
Sunset rolled her eyes and walked over to the contestants. "Now then, this next challenge follows our… uh… 'friend', Discord."
"He's reformed! He and I go drink chocolate rain every week!" Pinkie called, then groaned at the noise she had made. "Ow…"
"Yeah, and I wear a hat," Sunset said, rolling her eyes.
"You do when you and Foxy roleplay pirates when you guys have…"
"Pinkie!" Sunset blushed. "Anyway, pretending we didn't hear that, Discord is known for not making sense. Thus… for this challenge, the first person to do anything loses."
"Huh?" Mr. Coconut said, confused. "How does that have to do with Discord?"
"Simple. Discord is random and gets in trouble for pretty much doing anything," Sunset explained. "So, to embrace Discord, you guys can't do anything."
"I have to admit… this challenge seems kind of boring," Larry said.
"Too bad, because you and Mr. Coconut are up next," Sunset said dryly.
Confessional: This is why you don't pester Sunset when Pinkie reveals Sunset's… *static*
Mr. Coconut: I was just saying this isn't really portraying who Discord is. This is just torturing us for things Discord has done to annoy Sunset. Makes me wonder how many of these challenges are just personal revenge.
Mr. Coconut and Larry had stepped forward and simply sat down. Sunset had begun the challenge, and both were trying their best to do absolutely nothing. Not being human helped, as Larry and Mr. Coconut had simply shut down their suits, preventing them from doing much.
I wonder how long this challenge is going to go, Mr. Coconut thought. I mean, I guess I can use this time to strategize and make a plan, but I don't want to sit here all day. Oh well, whatever floats my team to victory.
"Sunset? Mr. Coconut thought stuff first," Izzy said weakly.
"And Larry wins the challenge, making the score five to three in the Heroic Hamster's favor! One more win and it's over!" Sunset announced.
"Hang on!" Mr. Coconut said, turning his suit back on. "You didn't say anything about thinking!"
"I didn't think I had to," Sunset shrugged. "I knew you two would just power down, so I thought I could utilize Izzy's ability to speed this up."
Mr. Coconut shot a look at Izzy. "We're on the same team," he grumbled.
"And I don't give #$% about life in general," Izzy said quietly.
Confessional: Did Izzy and Noah swap rolls?
Larry: I knew this challenge would be easy. While both me and Mr. Coconut are really strategic, I know when and where to think about strategy. I just simply decided to relax and clear my head for once. Seems like Mr. Coconut is not the same way.
(Villainous Vultures)
Tyler was sitting by himself as he watched Larry win the last challenge. He merely shrugged, not really caring much. He knew he was safe if he lost, and he also knew Beth would go home sooner if they lost. It was a win-win in his mind.
"We better win this #$% challenge," Beth muttered, walking past Tyler.
"I hope we don't. You're screwed if we lose, and I'm looking forward to seeing you're angry face flying home on the Rockets of Shame," Tyler smirked.
Beth scowled at the jock. "You're a piece of #$%. You think you can get me to go home so #$% easily? Harold's the sack of #$% that's going home today. You don't stand a #$% chance," Beth grumbled.
"I don't think so. I have an alliance, you don't. Prepare to suck," Tyler responded. Beth flipped Tyler off and wandered away. Tyler went back to relaxing. However, unbeknownst him, someone was watching the whole time.
Confessional: I don't think they like each other.
Izzy: I don't care… but the other's might… stupid game. Stupid family. Stupid sister… it's their fault. All their #$% fault…
Tyler: Beth thinks she has the game in the palm of her hand. I'm literally on the edge of my seat, waiting for that moment where she screams, "Screw you Tyler!" Yeah, I'm morbid. Sue me.
Sunset, exhausted, had wheeled in a confessional booth. She took a few breaths, shaking her head. "Why are these things so bucking heavy?" she grumbled.
"Why are cupcakes so good?!" Pinkie groaned.
"Who gave you that thing anyway?" Sunset asked. "You normally not this bad off."
"No idea… it was a purple cupcake though. It was so good… tasted weird though. Had coconut in it," Pinkie grumbled.
Sunset frowned but didn't say anything out loud. Coconut? But that doesn't make any sense, Sunset thought to herself. The only people I know who use coconut are Stich and…
"Yo, Sunset," Tyler called. "We're ready to move on!"
"Right, sorry," Sunset said, shaking her thoughts away. "Our next friend so happens to be Lewis, whose Pinkie's new husband and basically a brother to me. He's the host of this show, which we took into account for planning this challenge. Mike and Trent were selected for this challenge… and you guys vote who wins this one."
"Huh?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, ditto," Trent agreed.
"Simple. Each of you either vote for Mike or Trent to win this challenge. The winner earns a point for their team," Sunset said.
Voting Confessional: I'm not at the elimination this time!
Larry: #$%it… if we're going by who I like more… I vote for Trent. I have to be honest here, so that's what I'm going with.
DJ: Trent's my pal. Sure, I bet Mike is a great guy, but since Trent's dating my girlfriend's best friend. How can I not vote for Trent?
Zoey: Mike. We may have broken up… but I still care about him.
Izzy: I don't give #$%... Mike, I guess.
Tyler: I'm going to have to go with Mike. I mean, come on! I want Beth gone. It's only fair I try to lose, right?
Sadie: Trent. Duh! (Bursts out into fits of giggles.)
After everyone had voted, Sunset went to tally the votes. When she returned, she had a smile on her face. "Alright, so it wasn't as close of a vote as you might think," Sunset said. "With twelve out of eighteen votes, the winner of this sub-challenge is…Trent!"
Trent beamed as the Villainous Vultures cheered. The Heroic Hamsters groaned, while Mike looked a little concerned. "Why people not vote for me?" he asked himself.
Confessional: Because you're Donald Trump?
Mike: I thought I was more popular than that. Why would Trent get more votes than me? Have I done something to offend people? I know why Zoey wouldn't vote for me… but why everyone else?
Bridgette: I… I didn't want to vote for Mike because of what I did to him. I used him! I oculdn't just… vote for him with that on my conscience…
(Hill College)
Lewis entered a building, shaking off the water that had been piling on him. He had been caught in the storm on his way over to the college, so he wasn't really prepared for it. He eyed the directory until he found who he was looking for and headed off for his office.
The person's office looked impressive. Several models of animals and physics models were all around the room. It had several book cases with several books of theories and math equations. Lewis noticed an Indian man sitting at his desk, wearing a blue sweater. He had black curly hair and was scribbling something down on a scrap of paper.
"Don't grade them too harshly Baljeet," Lewis chuckled. Baljeet looked up and smiled at Lewis and gestured for him to come in.
"It's been too long," Baljeet said, shaking Lewis' hand. "I hear you're a host of a game show now?"
"More or less," Lewis shrugged with a chuckle. "I just game from there, actually. I would have been here sooner but I had some, uh, business I had to take care of. You know, secret stuff."
"You and you're secrets," Baljeet chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Speaking of which, remember that invention Phineas and I made? The one that allows people to enter someone's sub-conscious?"
It took a moment for Lewis to remember. "Oh yeah. When we tried to find the device Candance couldn't explain in her memory," Lewis nodded. "Hey… wasn't that one of the few inventions that didn't disappear?"
Baljeet smirked. "I have it in storage to help with some of my students," he said. "I'm having Buford go get it for me. I was thinking you could use it for a challenge or something, since I don't need it."
Lewis smiled. "Thanks Baljeet. I was actually wondering what tomorrow's challenge could be," he said. "Say… are you and Buford busy tomorrow?"
"No, can't say we are. I teach a night class, but nothing too big. Why?" Baljeet asked him.
Lewis smirked. "Want to be television host for a day?" he asked him.
(Challenge Area)
Sunset had removed the confessional with effort and came back with two apples in either hand. She gave a sympathetic look to Pinkie as she passed by. "Sorry you have to deal with this," she said.
"Ugh… I shouldn't have eaten that thing," Pinkie groaned. "What was in that thing?"
"We'll go see Fat Man after the challenge. Maybe he'll have some ideas," Sunset suggested. Sunset then addressed the contestants. "Alright, so this is the final challenge. If the Heroic Hamsters win it, then they win immunity again for the third time in a row. If the Villainous Vultures win it, we'll go into a tie-breaker."
"Sounds fair enough," Trent commented.
"Now, the challenge itself centers around Applejack, our friend who happens to be an apple farmer," Sunset said. "The challenge is the simplest challenge of all: eat an apple."
"Ok, seriously! I have to run around a track, but they only have to eat apples?" Tyler said.
"Luck of the draw," she said. "And the final two contestants are… Izzy and Dawn."
Izzy and Dawn looked at each other, Dawn fearfully and Izzy hatefully. Yeah, this wasn't going to be fun in the slightest.
Confessional: Rehash of the debate challenge!
Alejandro: If Izzy remotely thinks she can damage Dawn again, she'll get what's coming to her! Honestly, why does she hate Dawn so much?
Zeke: I don't know eh… Izzy might be on her meds, but she still seems… angry, un-Izzy-like. I hope this goes well eh…
Izzy and Dawn had received their apples. Izzy continued to glare hatefully at her sister while Dawn nervously looked at the apple. Sunset sighed. "This is going to end badly," she muttered. "Go!"
Dawn nervously ate her apple, taking as big as bites as she could. Izzy glared hatefully at her sister… only to drop her apple and stand up angrily. "Screw this #$%. I forfeit," she said and left the room.
There was a silence in the room. "Well… with Izzy's forfeit… Dawn wins the final challenge! The Heroic Hamsters win!"
Everyone cheered on the Heroic Hamsters, grateful for the luck on their side. There was only silence on the Villainous Vultures side of the room as they watched where Izzy had left the room.
"Villainous Vultures, sorry to say it, but you guys will attend elimination yet again," Sunset said. "However, Sadie, Dakota, Noah, and Trent may all rest easy. Since they all won their challenges, they shall receive solo immunity. Until elimination later tonight, you may go."
Confessional: But later tonight is so far away!
Zoey: We won… somehow. I thought for sure Izzy would tie things up. I wonder what's bugging her. She's been a little… crazy the past few days.
Zeke: (Looks worried.) She's on the pills eh. She should be reverting back to normal. Why isn't she, eh?
Vallowsmeir: Hmm… seems like Plan B is working to perfection. Then again, Plan B has always been working to perfection. Now, to fulfill Plan A and C to just as perfection as Plan B…
Harold: Looks like Beth is going to be the target tonight. Not that I'm worried. No way is anyone but Beth going home.
The Lobby had been set back up to the dining room for dinner. As of current, Mr. Coconut, Sadie, and Trent were sitting at a table. "So, did we get some names floating around?" Sadie asked them.
"Yes. Tyler was willing to vote for Beth tonight," Mr. Coconut reported. "If we vote Beth, he's willing to be a full time ally if we so wish."
"I talked to Dakota earlier," Trent said. "She said Harold was going around as a possible vote. Maybe Harold over Beth, since he seems to be the majority vote anyway."
Mr. Coconut thought it over. "Maybe. Beth doesn't offer much… but Harold is indeed a threat. What kind of threat… I don't know. But I agree, Harold's a candidate," he said.
"So… who should we vote for?" Sadie asked.
"We'll have to go over the pros and cons," Mr. Coconut said.
"Ugh… I hate pro and con lists," Sadie grumbled.
Confessional: I love them!
Sadie: This isn't English! I don't have to write down the pros and cons of an argument! (Bangs her head on the wall.) Luckily for us, we finally decided on who to go for. I just hope things go our way.
Trent: Mr. Coconut and I came to the same conclusion. Maybe I was a bit harsh to him earlier. If this goes right, then maybe we can have some more bonding experience.
Off a ways, Tyler was sitting alone. He didn't have an alliance to converse with, so he figured it was best to be by himself. However, he wasn't alone for long, since Harold approached him. "Vote for Beth tonight," he said in a demanding voice.
"Already planning on it," Tyler confirmed.
Harold nodded, visibly impressed. "Great minds think alike. After the vote, maybe want to ally?"
Tyler shrugged. "Ask me once Beth is home," he said. "Until she's out of the game and Lindsey's elimination is avenged, I'm not budging."
Harold merely shrugged. "Your loss. But don't worry: Beth is going home tonight," he said and walked off.
Confessional: Harold sure is confident.
Tyler: I'll probably accept Harold's offer in the end. I mean, it's not like I'm the best strategically. The only thing keeping me going right now is the thirst for revenge on Beth. Once she's gone… I'm a dead man in the water.
Noah, Dakota, and Zeke were sitting at another table. Noah was reading while Dakota seemed in thought. "I guess we should vote for Harold tonight," she said aloud. "I mean, he's not the friendliest person in the world. Plus, he's not really on our side."
"Whatever. Not like I want to be here either," Noah muttered.
"I'm good with that plan, eh," Zeke said, looking around the room. "Where did Izzy go?"
Dakota sighed and shrugged. "Probably cooling off," Dakota said. "I don't know… she's been off for a while. I mean, she has good points… but she isn't doing a good job in making us sympathetic for her."
"Give her time. She'll come around," Noah said.
Dakota and Zeke looked at each other, then at Noah. "Did you just say something remotely nice about Izzy, the girl who annoys you all day every day?" Dakota asked, smiling a little.
Noah scowled. "Pfft, no," he said.
Confessional: You totally did!
Dakota: (Smiling.) Noah's going soft. (Giggles.) Not that I mind. I admire him for being able to keep on going when he knows he's going to die. He might be grim about it… but at least he hasn't given up on himself or us.
Noah: I gave up a long time ago. So why oh why am I giving Dakota and Zeke advice? Screw me, because I sure don't have any #$% idea.
Izzy was wandering the Demon Wing, muttering to herself. She didn't feel like being with anyone right that moment so she figured it be best to waste time until elimination. Better than being with people…
"Yo, Crazy," Beth muttered, approaching the red head. "Vote for Harold."
"Whatever," Izzy muttered.
"Good talk," Beth nodded and left.
See? Wandering around by herself was better than being with people. "At least I can get rid of them by saying I'm voting their way," she muttered.
Confessional: Yeah, that was full of personality.
Beth: The way I see it, Izzy's deflated. Therefore, she's a bendable vote. I can get her to vote any way I see fit and get away with it. Strategy: using people to my advantage since the start of the game.
(Medical Room)
"She ate a cupcake?! On today of all days?!" Fat Man practically screamed. Pinkie was lying on one of Fat Man's tables, a cloth covering her eyes. Fat Man was currently talking to Sunset, who explained everything she could to him.
"I didn't give it to her," Sunset said, rolling her eyes. "I'm gone for one moment, and when I come back, she's drugged on a cupcake."
"No duh," Fat Man said flatly. "I examined the scan I did on Pinkie. She had demon venom in her system. It induces a drunk like state, normally so bad it's fatal. Luckily for Pinkie, Pinkemena has inhabited her brain long enough to make Pinkie immune."
Sunset scowled a little. "Demon blood? But… that doesn't make sense. Pinkie said it was a coconut cupcake. I first thought Stich… but the only person I know who uses coconut and has any type of access to demon blood is…"
"Lewis," Fat Man breathed. Fat Man turned to look at Pinkie, then back at Sunset. "Don't tell Pinkie, but I examined the bullet from Lewis' gun and talked to Stich. The bullet matches Lewis' gun and Stich swore he saw Lewis before he went out like a light."
Sunset's eyes widened. "But… why would Lewis attack Stich? And… why would he try to kill Pinkie? They're married!"
Fat Man sighed. "I'm unsure. It doesn't help that Lewis doesn't even have an alibi. I got a call from him a bit ago saying he just arrived at the college. It's an hour walk from here and he left last night. What would he be doing in an eighteen hour period?"
Sunset frowned. "This isn't making sense… or looking good for Lewis," she muttered. "What should we do?"
"Wait and see what happens," Fat Man grunted. "Until then… don't mention this to anyone."
(Elimination Ceremony
The ten Villainous Vultures had gathered at the back of the hotel. A tarp had been set up to protect them from the rain. After a few minutes of waiting, Sunset appeared and walked behind the podium.
"Sorry I'm late," she said. "I had some… things I had to take care of. Like always, I'm going to ask you a few questions. First up… Trent. If you weren't immune, do you think you'd be a target?"
"I doubt it," Trent responded. "I'm on a good spot of this team. Besides, I'm well liked, like the vote today said. I think I'm pretty well off."
"I see," Sunset noted. "Tyler. Who do you think is going home today?"
"Beth," Tyler said simply.
"Figured as much," Sunset smirked. "Let's see… Noah. Why, and I mean this seriously, why do you Twilight?!"
Noah simply shrugged. "It's a metaphor for life, in a way," he said. "It sucks."
Sunset sighed, shaking her head. "You… annoy me sometimes," she said. "Mr. Coconut, why don't you cast the first vote while I question my will to live."
Confessional: Because Twilight is known to do that.
Mr. Coconut: My alliance agreed with how to vote, and considering we've been arguing the past few days, I'm kind of glad we're in agreement for once. (Secretly casts his vote.)
Tyler: I vote for Beth. She took out Lindsey and who knows who else. I think this might actually get me some allies later, since I think she took out some people's friends. (Crosses out Beth's picture.)
Izzy: (Looks like #$%.) #$% the world. I don't give #$% about it anymore. I don't even care who this #$% vote goes. (Crosses out Harold's picture.)
Beth: Bye Harold. No one truly gives a #$% about you. This proves it. (Crosses out Harold's picture.)
Harold: Bye Beth. No one gives a #$% about you. This proves my point. (Crosses out Beth's picture.)
After all the votes were cast, Sunset went to tally them. After a few minutes, she returned holding nine bags of popcorn on her trey. "Alright, the person who doesn't get a bag of popcorn is out," she said. "So, the first ones safe are immune, which are Noah."
"Dakota."
"Trent."
"Sadie."
Sunset tossed the four bags out. "Those who aren't immune but still safe are… Tyler."
"Mr. Coconut"
"Izzy."
"Zeke."
Beth and Harold both sat without a bag of popcorn. Both looked confident and glared intensely at each other. "Beth and Harold, I have one bag of popcorn left," Sunset said. "However, I can say that the person who is safe is…
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Beth," Sunset said, tossing her the final bag. Beth nodded while Harold looked shocked. An angry look replaced the shock and he screamed.
"Fine! #$% you all!" Harold shouted. He silently fumed and went to the Rockets of Shame. He strapped them on and shot to the sky.
Sunset watched him go and shrugged. "Some are graceful… other's aren't. Harold isn't one of those people," Sunset said. "You may go."
Confessional: Who wanted it to go the other way?
Izzy: Fine. Whatever. I don't #$% give a #$%.
Mr. Coconut: All according to plan. Harold was a threat. We may have lost an ally in Tyler, but we can always vote for Beth next time.
Sunset stood in front of the hotel, smiling. "Well, that sure was a shock! Who'll be on the chopping block next time? Will Izzy return to normal? Will Mike find out about Mal? Will Scott do something evil? And when will Lewis finally get back? Find out next time on Total Drama All Stars!"
Votes
Beth: Harold
Harold: Beth
Noah: Harold
Izzy: Harold
Dakota: Harold
Tyler: Beth
Ezekiel: Harold
Sadie: Harold
Trent: Harold
Mr. Coconut: Harold
Harold: 8 votes
Beth: 2 votes
Heroic Hamsters: Bridgette, Vallowsmeir, DJ, Katie, Lindsey, Scott, Alejandro, Zoey, Dawn, Mike, Larry
Villainous Vultures: Beth, 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, Harold
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: This chapter might not be my best, but at least I tried, right? Expect scattered updates, since I'm super busy this time of year. But, enough of that, let's go!
ELIMINATION: HAROLD
Harold had changed big time from what he was originally. He was originally supposed to merge and be a kind of side hero who hooked up with Izzy. Ultimately, certain plots changed so that Harold became less relevant. By that point, however, Harold could only be eliminated at the latest here. So, I turned him into a kind of side villain who basically sucked at being a villain. Sorry if Harold ended up as a cop out, but he places twentieth.
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Next Time: Drama happens from the vote and other things. Lewis returns and notices some changes in attitudes. For the challenge, Lewis uses his and Baljeet's old device to go into his own subconscious.