The next morning arrived and while everyone else was enjoying a good breakfast to start their days, Chris Mclean only tasted the bitter situation which he was going to face from now on. All his wounds, bruises, and awful makeup were gone and healed up but his hair? Only enough of it had come back that it looked like a flat field or one of those soldier hairstyles which is short and plain.
"Rise and shine sunshine" The voice beamed "Hope today your feeling good and less like crap, because I bet Gwen a cathartic experience and so did everyone"
"You mean beating me up and humiliating me?" Chris Frowned.
"Yes, but differently from you we don't have the whole world watching...sadly"
"Screw you, you keep saying how they ended up hurt but I bet they milked the fame it gave them in the end" Chris said with venom, refusing to sound like he learned anything.
"I think there is a major flaw in your logic but how about we ask them?"
The door from the room opened up and two came out from there, the first was an obese-looking girl that had a body shape more oval than anything, the other had orange hair and that 'country boy' vibe to it. It was no one else but.
"Staci and Scott?" Chris asked, not expecting that duo.
"You said pain gives fame? Look at them, Staci lost her hair thanks to that radioactive marshmallow and never grew any more, and Scott got more beatings and whatnot. I'm surprised he is not dead.
"I'm a tough nut to crack" Scott said with a smirk
"..." Staci was silent, which was surprising but one can see in her look she is not happy.
"And what are they gonna do?" Chris asked.
"Something we don't see much in your show, at least not as much these days...teamwork" The voice said with a laugh.
The moment he said that Scott pushed Chris who fell back in the chair who once again kept him stuck, he didn't even see that thing there, did it just show up from nowhere? The country boy looked at Staci and gave her a wink which prompted her to smile, one that had a hint of malice on it, and then began to talk about what she had been holding in.
"My great great grandfather was the one who invented the very first carbonated soda before that people just used to drink flavorless liquids such as water and have less than impressive burps"
Scott then launches a roundhouse kick to Chris's face making him grunt in pain.
"Ouch! Hey, what wa-" He interrupted.
"My great great great grandmother invented the very first game where you used a ball and was later invented into hundred of more ball related sports before that people just throw rocks at each other for entertainment"
Scott circulated around Chris and at the moment Staci was done talking for that moment, he donkey punched Chris right in the back of his neck.
"GAH! Fuck that hurt, you son of a bitch!"
"Oh grow up, I was attacked by a mutant shark, you can take a few beatings" Scott laughed.
"My Great great great great grandmother from the left side of the family was the one that thought about giving small gold plated statues named Oscars for people who made the best of movies, before that they only got a pat on the back and some flowers, which was not that big of a deal"
"That doesn't even make sen-"
Scott then proceeds to punch Chris in the stomach. From then on Staci kept on saying a bunch of ludicrous lies about her family making and doing a lot of things around the world while Scott beat up Chris with punches and kicks, it was annoying and painful and when it was over he was all bruised up, mostly around the body but you could not see it because of his clothes. But there was an obvious black eye on the left side from his face.
"Ok guys that's enough for now" The voice turned on the volume again, he didn't want to hear Staci lies.
"Aww but this is so fun!" Scott said.
"That's precisely it Scott, others want to play too, but don't worry you will watch whatever happens to him like before"
Seeing that their time is up, Staci and Scott leave Chris alone and walk towards the door, they give him one last smirk of victory before the door closes.
"I never liked any of them, annoying little pieces of shit" Chris said, feeling the pain yet.
"No, you liked the ratings. But you know who we should bring now? A former fan and a musician"
The door opened once more and from there came a veteran who went through a lot even though he participated in just two seasons, and a purple-haired woman who was addicted to total drama to a large level. The number one fan Sierra and the normal music dude Trent.
"Oh no...not her" Chris hated Sierra, she was just such a pain in the ass, and still was.
"Good to see you too Chris" Sierra said, not in a good light.
"Hey there" Trent waved, not saying much.
"Great, so you brought the crazy fangirl and the...do I still call you the nine weirdoes or…" Chris was smirking, still thinking he is in control.
"I don't care…" Trent said, oddly serious.
"Let's start shall we?"
The voice then proceeds to open secret compartments on the ceiling in which started to fall a bunch of items and products that were related to Chris merchandise. Anything you say it, there it is. Shirts, mugs, posters, shampoo, plush toys, action figures, a Chris costume, statues, and overall all that shit, some of them were even limited edition. It all piled up around the room which impressed Chris, not seeing this coming at all, was this all from Sierra?
"Do you like it, Chris? This is my collection of you I had all this time and now?" Sierra grabbed something in her pocket and showed to him, it was a matchbox "They will all burn to cinders"
Sierra started laughing while lighting up some of his merchandise on fire, they were surprisingly flammable. Chris had a big ego about himself to the size of a mountain, so to see some of his precious good-looking merchandise be burned and desecrated like this was like a kid losing his toys.
"Nooooooo! Those were innocent"
Chris screamed in his own little agony while coughing thanks to the smoke that it was making but thanks to the fact Trent still had to go his turn the ventilation would make sure to suck up all the smoke if it got too big, in the end, all of it had turned to ash or burned plastic.
"What's the problem, Chris? They were just material objects, not really that much of a big loss" Sierra giggled at his expenses.
What Chris did not know though is that the purple-haired fanatic had a copy of each of the things she just burned down, but it's not like she still loves them but maybe she could sell them for some blind fan of Chris that was unfortunate to know who he was for real in the inside and with the cameras off.
"Maybe he just needs to relax a little by playing some music" Trent then grabs something out of nowhere which seemed to be a Xylophone "How about it Chris? I wrote the music myself" He positions in front of him.
"I don't want to play your stupid music Trent"
"Well Chris we can always just skip to someone else who might have something a bit more disgusting and dangerous waiting for you" Trent then throws the instrument tools to use on the Xylophone "Do it, play it now you pussy"
"He's right Chris" The voice then releases at letting his arms "You can't say no, that will only make it worse, we force you if necessary"
Chris is just so angry right now, these people forcing him to do something he doesn't want to, this should be his job! Now, look at him, defenseless at their mercy. With a grunt, Chris does as he is told and reluctantly starts to play the instrument and looks at the paper that has the music on. It was a simple song yet beautiful when hearing it with no worries, which was weird since Chris knew that even though Trent was one of the most normal content sats it's not like he doesn't have anything against Chris himself, why asking him to play this?
"Is this it? Just playing the song?" Chris asked.
"Were you expecting me to shoot you with a gun or something?" Trent raised an eyebrow.
"Well...I thought you were still angry after what happened on the first season such as falling from a plane, being forced to face your fear of mime, being poisoned by Lindsay crappy talent on cooking the pufferfish"
"Oh yeah...that did happen, right? Well, maybe all you need to know is that…"
When Chris finished playing the last note on the Xylophone something happened, a beeping sound can be heard, and then it happens. The instrument explodes *BOOM* right there and then. Apparently, there were explosives under the Xylophone which made Trent smirk.
"Even a calm dude has its limits" Trent smirks in victory.
When the smoke dissipates the host can be seen covered in burn marks and soot, gritting his teeth and in a state of shock after that, but he is clearly feeling pain right now.
"Huh...you made enough bombs to hurt him but not kill him, that's interesting" The voice said.
"Nice job Trent" Sierra said.
"Thanks"
"Well Chris looks like we learn a lesson today, don't think for a moment that your stay here is gonna be a picnic even if someone like Trent is around"
Chris coughs up some smoke in response, eyes rolling as if in a dizzy trance. Sierra and Trent walk away by the door leaving him there to suffer.
"Welp this was fun, maybe tomorrow it will be even better who knows? I can't wait Hahahahaha" The laughter echoes.