The usual happened - Fierce Fox and I landed on Reality TV island, which was probably the most run-down island we had been on. In fact, we literally landed on a revolting dumpster, which I quickly hopped off of.

Fierce Fox followed me to the front of the TV World shop, which was a little shop filled with nothing but televisions... and satellites. Signs advertising the TVs were plastered all over the glass windows. I faced Fierce Fox.

"Now," I took a deep breath, getting an odd feeling. "This island is... a little different from the others."

"How so?" Fierce Fox asked, her brow raised.

I bit my lip. "Well, there's a little bit of stuff we have to do at the start... then it's mini games for the entire island. We go onto this reality show called Reality TV Island… which is kind of like a show called Survivor from my world."

"Oh, sounds easy enough." Fierce Fox crossed her arms.

"Well, unfortunately, it's more of a 'every person for themself' island," I explained, folding my fingers together. "So... we can't really work together on this. In fact, we'll be opposing each other."

"Oh..." Fierce Fox's eyes drooped. "Well… if that's the case…" She grinned. "I'm gonna kick your ass."

I stepped back. "Hold on. You won't know what you're doing."

"We'll see about that," she glowered at me.

I gazed at her, narrowing my eyes. An old feeling was churning inside me.

"You're on." I shook her hand.

TVs were placed on wooden tables, near spiky green plants. On the shiny new TVs, a video of Balloon Boy showed.

I climbed up a few of the levels, until I got to the top. A large TV was there, with a guy standing next to it.

"Try changing the channel." the guy advised. So, I did just that, and an important address - 123 STAR AVENUE HOLLYWOOD - came up.

Gold, I thought. I exited the television store, walking over to Fierce Fox.

"Got the address?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Step two," Fierce Fox crossed her arms.

We headed into Mike's Market, which was a little green supermarket. I shoved some trolleys along the tiled floor, passing the icy freezer. I hopped over the Fresh Donut cupboard, and finally to the guy underneath it. He was reading a tabloid.

"Reality TV Island is on in than less than 24 hours!" he gasped. "I gotta go!"

He ran off, dropping the tabloid as he went. I picked up the tabloid and peered inside. I grabbed the contestant form out. Luckily for me, there were two in there. One for both of us. Of course, that only added more fuel to the fire.

Fierce Fox and I then headed to the motel, which was more run down than my school camp. The pale walls were cracking, and I could spot cockroaches swarming near the faded red doors. I barged into the motel office. Like everywhere else on the island, it wasn't much to look at.

I faced Fierce Fox. "Call Papa Pete's and order your pizza. Give it to Motel Room 4B. I'll be back." And like the Terminator, I left the motel, heading outside.

A pizza lady was roaming outside. I took her pizza and brought it to Room 4B, which was the room of Bucky Lucas - an infamous poptropican. Inside, Bucky leaned against the wall, mess surrounding him. He perked up when he saw us.

"You wanna get on the show, huh?" he asked, raising a bushy brow.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"Feel like I know you from somewhere," he replied, as he handed Fierce Fox and I some stamps. "Use those to mail your forms."

"You do?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Maybe you're famous or something. In that case - ouch, that's rough, buddy. I know that better than anyone."

I looked at Fierce Fox. "I… I don't think I'm famous. I'm just trying to survive."

"Heh," Bucky chuckled. "That's what they all say. But trust me, kiddo, that show ain't all it's cracked up to be."

And so we left the motel, ready to fill out our forms. My Poptropican and I glanced at each other, then at our forms. All I had to do was write a reason why I wanted to be on the show.

Because... I lifted my pen, shaking. Because I want to help.

That was all I wrote. Then, the two of us mailed our applications, and went to stay at the motel for the night.

The next morning, the both of us got onto the show - Reality TV Island.

A grand helicopter was waiting for us on the motel roof. So, Fierce Fox and I climbed into it, and were whisked away to Reality TV. I briefly explained to Fierce Fox all the mini games we could play, and whoever won the mini games would be safe from being voted off.

Day 1, we were brought to a tropical-forest like area, standing with a bunch of other poptropicans, including some familiar faces like Dr. Hare and Ned Noodlehead. I gazed at Fierce Fox, and gave her a nod. And then the games began.

The first event was Totem Hop, which was where you had to hop from totem to totem to avoid being dragged into the water. I stood on my wooden totem, Fierce Fox nearby. I was on the lower totems, and Fierce Fox was on the higher totems. Someone's totem wobbled next to me, and they leaped off to another totem. The totem of somebody else began to rumble, but they couldn't get away quick enough and fell off.

Then my totem began to shake. I leaped onto the totem next to me; Fierce Fox did the same thing with her totem. I shared the totem with a girl in a cowboy hat. Suddenly, it began to shake again, so I changed totems to the one above me. The girl, on the other hand, fell off. I was left alone for a little bit, so I watched a few other people fall off and get eliminated.

Soon, it was between Fierce Fox, this guy called Hip Hop and myself. Hip Hop's totem started shaking, so he hopped around like a madman, causing his downfall. Then it was Fierce Fox and I.

"May the best player win!" I cried, jumping off my totem as it began to shake. Fierce Fox missed her totem and lost, giving me immunity.

And so that was the end of Day 1. I already felt bad for Hip Hop for losing to us, and I felt even worse when he was kicked off. Oh well. Survival of the fittest.

Day 2 was Coconut Catch, which was where a monkey threw coconuts, and you had to catch them and earn points.

I stood underneath the monkey's green palm tree, as it began to chuck the coconuts. Everyone went crazy and reached out for them, scoring points. I sort of stayed near the front, grabbing the close coconuts. Fierce Fox began to copy me, which agitated me a little.

Eventually, one of the bombs got her. I chuckled, just a little.

I grabbed a bunch of coconuts, earning a three-pointer. I was getting nearer to twenty points, which was the score you needed to win. Everyone else was catching up to me, but I was still way ahead. I got a bit cocky and jumped up every five seconds, which ended up getting me bombed right in the face. Not great for my hair.

But in the end I won, and again received immunity. Fierce Fox almost got voted out, but luckily Black Widow took her place.

Day 3 was Geyser Guess, which I had no luck in winning whatsoever. It was utter luck - you had to stand over a geyser and pray that it didn't explode. I gave Fierce Fox a comforting glance as we picked our geysers next to each other. Ned Noodlehead's geyser blew up first, sending him so high that I wouldn't have been surprised if he saw Zeus or that giant from Early Poptropica.

I decided to stay on the same geyser, although Fierce Fox changed hers. The ground rumbled, and this time Betty Jetty was blasted into the air. Now it was just us, someone I didn't know and Dr. Hare.

Third time lucky, I thought as I sat down on my geyser.

Fierce Fox and Dr. Hare stood next to each other, while the other person went to the geyser closest to me. The ground shook, and I felt heat beneath my feet.

Then, a hot blast of liquid squirted me up into the air, blocking my view of anything. Once the geyser goo had cleared, the realization of loss hit me.

The good news was that Fierce Fox won instead, so she would be safe from being voted off. I prayed to any god listening that I wouldn't be voted off. Thank them, because Betty Jetty, who shot a glare at me, was voted off.

Day 4 was Balanced Diet, which I was extremely terrible at. What you had to do was balance a stick of fruit in the air, and it increasingly got harder because more fruit got placed on the stick. I wasn't able to hold on very long and lost second to last. However, Fierce Fox won again... which made me wonder how she became so good at holding fruit on a stick.

I guess I must've had better luck than I anticipated, because Ned Noodlehead was eliminated.

Though two people voted for me, so I knew there was a high chance I would be disqualified.

Day 5, the event third to last, was Hang Glider, which was where everyone flew on a hang glider and had to avoid various attacks, such as birds or volcanoes. It was just Dr. Hare, Fierce Fox, Director D and I, all versing each other.

We all swerved out of the way of a bird, who squawked. I hung around near the back, while the other two were ahead of me. A volcano was approaching, so I ascended upwards to avoid it. Fierce Fox replicated me, and Dr. Hare had a near miss, as well as Director D. A bird suddenly charged towards us, and hit Fierce Fox. I grimaced.

I continued to roam around near the back, again dodging another bird. Dr. Hare was doing the same thing, and we were neck and neck. Then, the volcano came, which knocked out Director D. I zoomed my hang glider upwards, the wind rushing through my hair. The red-hot liquid of the volcano got Dr. Hare. Immunity for me.

Day 6 came and it was Boulder Push, with only Fierce Fox, Dr. Hare and I. Director D had sadly been voted out by the three of us. Boulder Push was where you had to push a boulder faster than everyone else. I held out my arms and faced my boulder, ignoring the fear trickling down my spine.

Then I shoved and shoved, sweat pouring down my cheeks. I couldn't see how well the others were doing, since I was so darned focused on my boulder. I don't think I'd ever pushed something so hard before.

Despite all the odds, I actually won the competition, and I felt joy wash over me like warm water. Dr. Hare, unfortunately, was voted out, and left only two people - Fierce Fox and myself. The greatest competition of them all.

Day 7 was the final event, and we were forced to oppose each other. It was the Mountain Race, which was where you race up a mountain, while avoiding boulders. We stood at the starting line, and I gave her a smile.

"Good luck," I said, patting her shoulder.

"See you at the finish line," she grinned.

And the race begun. I rushed up near the front and jumped randomly. It was a rather good strategy, because I managed to hop over a lot of the boulders. I was doing decently until a rock hit me on the head. I was flung down onto the ground, my view covered in stars. Fierce Fox was now neck to neck with me. We were both randomly jumping over the boulders, still tied.

I could see the finish line, and a bunch more boulders. I hopped over another one, Fierce Fox copying me. Then, one hit her, sending her flying back. The finish line was approaching, and I knew I was going to win.

I'm really going to beat Fierce Fox…?

I glanced back at Fierce Fox, who was dazed. My heart stung a bit. I turned back around, only to get smacked in the face by a boulder. I fell over, a flash of red flying past me. Stars trickled around my face.

Dammit… I sighed. You won this time, Fierce Fox…

A shower of confetti splashed over Fierce Fox, while the show sent me home. We both climbed out of the helicopter, Fierce Fox proudly wearing her medallion.

"Good job," I patted her shoulder. I noticed a few people had gathered on the roof to see us, including Bucky Lucas in a hoodie. I couldn't help but smile, even when my screen turned white.

"See you!" I bidded farewell to Fierce Fox, feeling positive.

Then I gasped at what island was next. My favourite island - Mythology Island. It had been my dream since I was small to visit that island - and it was about to come true.

… And I couldn't be more afraid. Somehow, I knew, I was in for the long haul.