Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Total Drama characters that I choose to torture—I mean put in the story! They are merely here for mine, and your amusement. No profit is being made off of this (No one would would stoop as low as to pay me for this anyway) I give all credit to the creators of Total Drama, as well as Johnny Depp, because...well, he's Johnny Depp!
Notes From The Depths of Sarcasm- When all of your favorite Survivors in Kaoh Rong get either voted out or Medivaced from the game (Insert crying emoji). Honestly, this season is good, but if there weren't so many people that practically drop dead, it'd be better *sigh*
In other news, we've hit two-hundred reviews! You guys are awesome! And just to think, I was celebrating one-hundred reviews only a couple chapters ago! Thanks for all the support and I hope you like this chapter, or at least aren't afraid of it...
I also apologize for the long wait, I've been very busy with school lately and I've also been sick, so this chapter was a little harder to get out!
As always, be sure to hit that fav/follow button and lave a review, I want to get us to three-hundred soon! :D Also, don't forget to check out We'll Always Save The Day which is my new Steven Universe/Gravity Falls crossover! If you like either of the series, you should definitely check it out!
And now, on to the reviews!
Jaqwon14: Yup, he's one of my favorite characters! XD We also happen to share the same name as well as some of the same personality traits! Perhaps we share a brain...
Guest #1: Thanks! And yeah, it was originally rushed but I went over it because I had some time, but I forgot to change the Author's Note so it was a little better. Thanks for the birthday wishes and I hope you like the story if you haven't taken a look at it yet.
Acosta Perez Jose Ramiro: Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! That was my evil plan all along: to get you to be hungry for the foods they were making! But seriously, thanks and I'm glad I've found someone else who knew Angry Beavers! XD
FOWLKON: Thanks! I'm glad you liked the interactions and yeah, I'm trying not to rush the Codammy relationship too much so it's not being shoved in your face 24/7 like Mike/Zoey or Sky/Dave were (Not to say that they were bad, just the fact that they were always a focal point due to the shortened seasons)
Yup, I want to be sure that B gets some more screen time due to his silent nature, which automatically made him a throwaway in cannon, so I wanted to see if I couldn't do a bit more with him. And yeah, I knew I wanted Rodney to go out with a literal bang when I decided he'd be eliminated in this episode. I won't reveal anything about the relationships or friendships, but I can assure you things will be getting steamier and steamier as we go (Although not in a kitchen sense, we're done with cooking! XD) And finally, your joke does make sense now, although I don't know if I'd classify it as a pun. I don't know, I honestly don't know the differences sometimes XD
Zak Saturday: I guess you'll just have to read to see how damaged Chris still is XD And as for Chef...yeah, with the destruction of his kitchen, the contestants will have a surefire reason to be scared this episode!
Creaturemaster: Welp, ya snooze ya loose, just kidding! As for Samey going crazy...I'm pretty sure that won't happen. Cursing out her sister Lindsay-style? Maybe. Honestly though, no matter how terrible her life might be, I don't see her attacking someone, especially a relatively nice (Albeit crazy) person like Sierra.
DSX63415: Thanks for the birthday wishes and I will not bet you any fictional Jacksepticeye points because I know for a fact Bill would cream them, although he may consider aligning with them...I don't know, it's Bill Cipher, he's unpredictable! As for Nick's programming issues, that seems to make sense, and I wholeheartedly agree with that last one. They need to take risks like GF did with Northwest Mansion Noir (Bloody animals chanting "Ancient Sins" that doesn't scream child-friendly but it got through XD)
Guest #2: I guess we'll just have to find out how Loch Ness Purple goes down, as well as Rodney and Ezekiel which will be shown in the upcoming episode of Cruise of Lose (Although not for a while as ten more people have to be eliminated since the last COL) Thanks for the ideas! With all of the contestants, it gets difficult to stick with certain plot-points, so when you guys five me ideas, they are greatly appreciated!
Guest #3: Not quite sure if you'll read this considering you were reviewing off of the COL episode, but I can guarantee you that the next COL will have Mike/Zoey moments! :)
Guest #4: Well, it appears the guest flock is up ten-fold! Seriously, you guys should get some accounts XD Thanks for the review and do I sense a little bit of Ed Sheeran "Thinking Out Loud" coming on? If not then I'm just crazy and I'm singing in my head while reading your review...
LinkinKnight: Always nice to see a new review and I'm glad you've joined the Sarcasm Squad (I like to think I'm cool, so I apologize in advance)! I'm sure Rodney could have screwed up even worse if he tried, but let's just say it would not be a happy ending, no it would not. As for seeing Chris in pain, I also was surprised, it was some good payback that hasn't been on the show for a while. Seriously, Chris should like, die for an episode XD
NerdyNightStocker: Thanks! I'm glad you like the episode and yes, someone's definitely after Cody's love! I'm glad you liked the IZ references as well as the ones to the original season! And I completely agree that Owen should have been on the Chopping Block (Or at least last to get a marshmallow before the chopping block) in TDI. It's gonna be hard to top Rodney's elimination here, but hey, maybe I can try XD As for the quote, it was actually from Gravity Falls (Irrational Treasure). I haven't watched Robot Chicken so I wouldn't know, but I've heard it's crazy!
Mysterious Guest Who Reviewed 13 Times: I'm not sure if you're the same person or not...but thanks for the thirteen reviews XD I'm glad you like the story, Rusty, Rheneas, Mighty Mac, Peter Sam, Sir Handel, Skarloey, Darkwing, Lightwing, Bluejay, GMC, Blaze, CMC, and Hex.
Thanks for all of the reviews and remember, PM me if you're thinking about launching a TV Tropes Page for this story, it'd be pretty cool considering I'm stupid and don't know how to do things. And with that out of the way, let's get to this frightening episode!
Chapter 19 (Day 14)- Nothing to Fear But Fear Itself
"Last time, on Total Drama Unfinished Business," Chris opened up the episode, "Our contestants were thrown into the kitchen and competed to make the best meals! The themes were Chinese Food and a combination of Mexican and French! Samey and Cody bonded while Amy planned to stir up future trouble between the two!"
"Scarlett and Courtney battled over supremacy while Noah and Leshawna locked Owen in the freezer to make sure he wouldn't try and eat the main course. Again." Chris chuckled upon remembering the classic moment. "In the end, Team 2 were the ultimate losers after Rodney caused me to have an allergic reaction followed up by burning down the entire kitchen!" He shouted angrily.
The host was shown swelling up and then vomiting, but it didn't stop there. The motion was repeated until Chris realized what was going on. "Hey!' He snapped. "That editor is so fired!"
"Anyway, to no one's surprise, Rodney was sent home in a landslide vote, much to mine and Chef's delight." He grinned. The footage cut to the host in a wheel chair on the Dock of Shame. "I may be crippled, but that's not gonna stop me from scaring the begeebers out of these campers!" He cackled. "We've got 25 contestants left, who will go screaming off the island next? Find out on this week's spine-tingling episode of Total...Drama...Unfinished Business!"
~(Theme Song (I Wanna Be Famous)~
Scarlett secured a pair of gray goggles with green lenses onto her face as she began dissecting one of the many cameras positioned around the island. The brainiac plucked a few mechanical parts from the inside of the camera and laid them out on a tray. She then turned and began doing the same to a computer chip from one of the island's trees.
"Just a few more pieces and I can begin the work on my duplicator." Scarlett grinned to herself. "And in the meantime, Max can finish making the helmet or whatever mind-controlling device he wishes."
"SIDEKICK!" Max screeched, suddenly entering the Evil lair via the garage-door opening.
"How on earth did you get in here? I had the universal signal for garage door openers on lock!" Scarlett exclaimed.
"Duh, I used the secret password." Max said as if it were obvious. Scarlett raised an annoyed eyebrow but said nothing. "What is that you have there?" He asked.
"Oh...uh, just pieces for the mind control helmet. I went on another run for supplies this morning." She lied.
"Well there's no need for any of it anymore, for I have finished the Helmet of Evil!" He cackled, followed by a flash of lightning. "With it, I can now mind control anyone or anything into doing my bidding!"
"I'm more interested in getting to the bottom of where that lightning came from..." Scarlett noted.
"No matter, you won't need this anymore anyway." Max said, wiping the mechanical junk into a sling and walking over to throw it into an incinerator where it burned up into fiery ashes.
"No! You imbecile!" Scarlett roared. "Those could have been used for other schemes!"
Max shrugged. "Doesn't matter, this island has plenty of mechanics! Every tree is loaded with computer chips! You can just run out and get more if needed." He said.
(Outhouse Confessional- I'm wondering how they made an incinerator)
Scarlett- "I'm strongly considering throwing Max into the incinerator." She growled angrily. "While I would enjoy in doing so, harming another contestant would get me pulled form the game and sent back to prison." She muttered. "Otherwise, nothing would be holding me back. He's completed the helmet, he's outlived his usefulness, and if it came down to it, I could always build the helmet myself, but getting Max to do it is much easier. Luckily, I'll be able to dispose of him from the game very soon."
"Here it is!" Max declared, holding the helmet up for all to see. It looked quite similar to his first design from the last season in that it was built from metal scraps and had several wires sticking out.
"Will it work this time?" Scarlett asked dubiously.
"Of course it will work." Max sneered. "I just need to find an animal to test it on."
"How about that beaver?" Scarlett asked, pointing to a beaver roaming around the outside of their cave lair. "It's quite harmless, you'd be able to show the power of your helmet as well as keeping us safe in the event that it does become dangerous."
"No way! Beavers are lame and wimpy! I want to try it on something that could wipe out an entire camp!" He cackled. "Like that bear!" The camera quickly panned back out into the forest to show a bear rubbing it's back up against the rough bark of a tree.
"I'm almost certain this plan is destined for failure. So much so, that I'll watch it from here, in the safety of the lair." Scarlett said, taking a step back.
"Suit yourself." Max shrugged. "You'll just be missing out on the most evil moment in all of history!" He threw his hands in the air followed by a malicious cackle.
The purple-haired weirdo tip toed over to the bear and dove into the bushes. Moments later, he reappeared behind the bear and slowly hovered the helmet over the oblivious bear's head. He quickly set it down and took a step back to view his creation.
...Which ended up being a hulking angry bear growling at him. "Perhaps you'd like to indulge in being my minion?" He asked meekly.
The footage cut to Scarlett watching from the lair as Max's screams and cries of terror filled the forest. The brainiac couldn't help but grin as the bear clawed Max like a scratching post.
Max managed to crawl away from the bear for a moment and get up in just enough time to start running away, but the bear was close on his heels. "Get ready to close the door!" Max cried as he neared the cave.
"Whatever you say!" Scarlett shrugged, pressing the button on the remote control. The garage door began to slowly close as Max frantically tried to get there in time.
The door closed a second before Max arrived, causing him to crash into the metal door, creating a Max-shaped dent in it. "AAAAAHHHHH!" He screamed. "Let me in!" More bear growls and clawing could be heard from outside the door.
"Sorry, it won't open!" Scarlett hollered with fake worry. She tapped the remote, although she hit everywhere on it except the big red button in the middle.
More screaming ensued for a couple more minutes until it went quiet. Scarlett waited a few seconds and tapped the button, opening the door to reveal Max along with a smashed helmet next to him. "So, how did the bear thing go?" She asked with a grin.
"So many teeth...and claws...and broken helmets." He whimpered, rocking back and forth.
"So it's broken?" Scarlett asked bluntly. "Great...Might I suggest a collar design for the 2.0 model?" She suggested.
"And why is a collar better than a helmet?" Max inquired.
"For one, it's a less noticeable design, and second, you can add an electric feature that shocks the wearer if they get to dangerous." Scarlett told him. "Considering the little incident that just occurred, that sounds like a good plan, right?"
"I like that plan." Max nodded, still shaking.
"Today's challenge is another oldie but a goodie," Chris said from his wheel chair to the campers gathered in front of the mess hall, "Good for me anyway. It's everybody's favorite from Season 1: The Fear Challenge!"
Of course, instead of the expected cheers and whoops, the contestants voiced their opinions quite angrily. "Not again!" Gwen cried.
The camera panned across many of the campers, some complaining to those around them while others just stood standing wide-eyed in fear. "Wait, we never said our fears like last time, how'd you find out?" Trent asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Good question Noah!" Chris grinned.
"What? I'm Trent!" The musician exclaimed in shock.
"Why does everyone confuse me with someone else!" Noah shouted angrily, looking quite frustrated.
"Oh right, you're Cody." Chris nodded, now obviously messing with him. Trent however was not amused and was glaring at the host. "Anyway, we got all of your fears from your friends and family!" He grinned wickedly again. "Except Izzy..."
"What?! They sold us out?" Harold gaped as Izzy pumped a fist behind him. "What the heck dad?!" He glared at the camera.
"Yup, we bribed your friends and family with a small reward of five-hundred-thousand dollars." Chris told them.
"WHAT?!" Harold exclaimed. "That's like half of the winnings of this show!"
Chris just started to laugh. "Kidding! We actually payed them five-hundred and fifty dollars."
"That's still a lot of money!" Courtney roared.
"This is outrageous!" Jasmine protested.
"Calm down kiddies, how much money we paid your loved ones doesn't matter," Chris assure them, "What matters is getting to the challenge!" He got that same creepy grin on his face again.
"Um, since I've conquered my fear already, can I go?" Gwen asked bluntly.
"I don't get why you guys are so scared, it's just a fear challenge." Chris rolled his eyes.
Chef scoffed next to him. "I'd like to see you face your fear, Mr. Cripple."
"Anyway," Chris said, frantically trying to get to the next topic, "Here are the rules: You'll be divided into two teams and everyone has to face their fear just like last time. If you conquer your fear, you'll get a point, the team with the most points in the end wins!" He explained. "For those of you who conquered your fear last time," He said, eying Gwen, "You'll either have to conquer it again if there was a relapse, or you'll have to conquer another one of your fears, because everyone's afraid of something!"
Gwen groaned as the happiness drained from her face. "And, last time we went a little lax on who conquered their fears, so if we determine that you didn't quite live up to the expectations last time or you didn't conquer it last time, you'll have to do it again."
Once again, more groans from the teens. "Alright, it'll make some more sense as we go along. Now, we need to pick the teams."
Harold raised his hand. "Um, will one of the teams have an extra teammate?" He questioned. "The current number of contestants is 25 which isn't divisible by two."
"I'm glad you asked that Harold, you see, we tried and tried, but we couldn't find anything that Izzy was afraid of so...she'll be sitting out this challenge with automatic immunity."
"What? No fair!" Courtney complained.
"Alright!" Izzy cheered. "EAT DIRT ALL OF YOU!" She cackled, throwing down a smoke-bomb and disappearing.
"Okay...she'll probably turn up later." Chris shrugged.
"Ha-ha, just kidding I was up here the whole time!" Izzy chuckled from off-screen. The camera quickly panned over to show Izzy resting on the roof of what was left of the burnt down mess hall.
"You get down from there!" Chef roared. Just as he said this, the roof Izzy was sitting on collapsed causing her to fall into a pile of rubble.
"I'm okay!"
"Okay! So the teams are as follows: Team 1, you guys will be Amy, Samey, Owen, Dave, Scarlett, Dakota, B, Max, Scott, Bridgette, Gwen, and Trent." Chris listed. "Since I want to spice things up today, I'll also give you a name. You guys are Team Fright."
"How original." Scarlett said dryly.
"Jasmine, Sky, Dawn, Courtney, Cody, Noah, Katie, Eva, Leshawna, Harold, Geoff, and Duncan! You guys are Team Scare."
(Outhouse Confessional- We want more exciting names!)
Scarlett- "I seem to have miscalculated the chances of being on the same team as my alliance members every challenge. A mere oversight due to Chris's game-changing ideas, but I can work through it. If I'm correct, we should be nearing permanent teams until the merge any time soon. If so, I strongly look forward to it." She grinned.
"Harold! I believe you have a date with a few ninjas." Chris said just as three ninjas suddenly dropped from nowhere in particular, surrounding the group of frightened contestants.
"Oh come on! I conquered this one, didn't I?" He complained, throwing his hands out with exclamation.
"Actually, you knocked yourself out with your pair of nun-chucks." Chris reminded him. "And landed in the toilet. The ninjas never even got a crack at you, you did it yourself!" He chuckled.
Harold pouted for a moment but then slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his nun-chucks; from somewhere out of sight, ancient battle music could be heard playing as Harold narrowed his eyes and assumed a fighting pose. "So, we meet . . . again!" he snarled, his lips for some reason continuing to move even after he had finished talking.
"私たちは再びこのオタクを戦っている信じることができません." one of the ninjas grumbled from beneath his mask to his comrades. [1]
"How dare . . . you insult . . .my mother!" Harold shouted dramatically. "I will bring great shame . . . to you!"
The screen closed into a wide, narrow shot as the music reached its climax (where that was playing from, we will never know). Harold tightened his grip on his set of nun-chucks as he and the three ninjas slowly began to stalk each other in a wide circle like a pair of agitated lions, neither side wanting to attempt to strike first and suffer a crushing blow from the other; Harold immediately began to intimidate his opponents, expertly and skillfully spinning and throwing the nun-chucks above and around his head to create a deadly and stunning display of martial arts.
Without a warning or word, the two sides rushed at each full steam, the ninjas moving fast and fluid like panthers as Harold charged at them like an enraged bull his blunt instruments ready to do battle as both sides bent and leaped as high as they could into the air, silently yelling battle cries that no one could hear over the raging, pounding action music as they clashed, truly a fight worthy of the century!
"Ew, ninjas?" Amy scoffed, suddenly breaking the wide-screen view and cutting back to a slightly zoomed out shot of the group of contestants. Harold and the three ninjas froze in mid-air and glanced at Amy with hurt expressions before they promptly fell back to the ground with a series of pained groans and grunts.
"Aw-haw-haaaa!" Harold cried out as his nunchucks landed perfectly on his kiwis. "Why is it always the kiwis!?"
Amy ignored him and turned up her nose at the spectacle, scoffing with annoyance as Harold pitifully crawled towards her and away from the ninjas; this didn't stop her from 'accidentally' stepping on his hand as he did so. "Lame! I mean seriously, what kind of geek dresses up in black, footie pajamas and goes around throwing stuff everywhere?"
With that little thought put into their heads, the three ninjas stole glances at one another, a silent message passing between the three of them as they turned their attention towards Amy's back as she turned around on her heel to walk away in disgust.
"Agh!" Amy cried out as she tripped over a log that had been carelessly placed upon the ground. "What kind of idiot leaves a log just lying around!?" she growled as she picked herself up and kicked the log furiously.
At this point, the ninjas had finally met their wits end and reached into their belts and sashes to pull out an array of deadly and shining throwing stars that they promptly threw with sinister precision, slicing through the air like knives in Amy's direction. The (Mean) Twin yelped and instinctively picked up the first thing within arms reach, which just so happened to be the very log she had tripped over, and raised in front of her like a shield.
Thunk! Thunk, Thunk, Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! THUNK!
"You stupid ninjas! You're supposed to be fighting him!" Amy yelled angrily, jamming a finger at Harold, who was behind her as the scrawny, chicken-legged nerd climbed to his feet while still holding his most sensitive of parts, gazing at his savior. Amy then proceeded to throw the log and all of the throwing stars embedded into its surface carelessly into the woods where it may or may not have hit Sasquatchanakwa on the head and given him a mild concussion.
Amy stormed off, gnashing her teeth angrily with her fists clenched tightly as the ninjas attention returned to Harold. The lanky nerd was propped in a kneeling position, his breathing heavy and dramatic as the screen pinched back into a wide, narrow shot for the much needed dramatic conclusion.
"You may have beaten me once . . . you may have almost beaten me a second time . . ." Harold monologued, his cutthroat gaze glancing up to glare incredulously at the three ninjas. "But, like the majestic phoenix, I . . . will rise from the ashes!"
With a loud battle cry that could only be compared to a skinny nerd charging at three skilled ninjas, Harold rushed forward as fast as possible before he pounced upon the small clan of ninjas like a hungry bulldog on a T-bone steak. With deadly precision, he dealt a crushing chop to the back of one ninja's neck, thrusting his elbow into the second's ribcage and gut to knock the wind out of him before backhanding the third and nailing him hard in his own kiwis with a kick of his foot.
"Hiya! Ha! Hoo! Ah-ha! YA! Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya! Ha! HIYA!" Amy heard a series of loud and painful yells and screams behind her that she chose to ignore before a loud and vicious CRACK! met her ears that sounded suspiciously like a pair of nun-chucks smashing down on someone's (most likely Harold's) skull. With an irritated sigh, Amy turned back around to see what the nerd had done to himself and nearly felt her eyes pop out of her head when she saw Harold posing and standing triumphantly with a foot planted proudly on top of one of the defeated ninja's heads as his team cheered.
"You . . . have fought well, noble opponent," Harold said calmly and coolly despite the fact that his lips still didn't match what he was saying. With a grunt, he attempted to front flip off of the pile of defeat ninjas and ended up with something more akin to a pitiful somersault. "You . . . have brought honor . . . to us all." he bowed respectfully.
"Will you stop doing that weird thing with your lips!? It's creepy!" Amy yelled with great irritation.
Harold then proceeded to spin around on his heel and bow respectfully to Amy, great admiration in his eyes. "You have saved my life, allowing me to defeat the ninjas in an epic battle! And for that, I am grateful and forever indebted to you to save your life." He said, bowing to the cheerleader. "I give you my nerd-word."
"Your nerd-word!" Cody exclaimed. "But you only have two of those left!" [2]
"So... you're gonna follow me around doing whatever I say until you save me?" Amy asked, just to clarify. Harold nodded. "Interesting..."
(Outhouse Confessional- An epic battle of epic proportions!)
Amy- "While it may be totally disgusting that that nerd is gonna follow me around everywhere, he could definitely help my alliance, and I didn't even have to trick him!" She cackled. "This is getting way to easy!"
"And Harold scores the first point for Team Scare!" Chris declared as the opposing team frowned, a few glaring at Amy. A small scoreboard in the corner dinged as a 1 was put up for Team Scare.
"What? I was defending myself, not that nerd." Amy rolled her eyes at her team as Harold went over to his team who congratulated him.
"I knew you could do it!" Leshawna grinned proudly. "But are you really gonna do what that bossy white-girl says?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I have to. She saved me so I could continue on with the battle, and so I must follow her and aid until I save her life. It is the nerd word." he said solemnly. "But remember, this changes nothing between us!"
"Alright, the touching and epic moment is over, let's move on to our next victim!" Chris said. "Scott, you're up!" He grinned wickedly. "Fang hasn't seen you in a while and wants to reunite!"
"No! Anything but that freakish shark! Why won't he leave me alone!" Scott cried. "I gave him back his stupid tooth and he's beaten me up more times than I've done anything to him! What does he want from me!" The farm boy wailed.
"CHEF! Wheel me to the dock!" Chris ordered from his wheel cheer. Chef rushed over and began wheeling the host down towards the dock as the two teams followed behind them, all except for Scott who was left standing alone, gulping in fear.
"Alright Scott, in order to win a point, you have to go up against Fang in a boxing match on the water and get him off of the platform!" Chris said as Scott stood alone on a platform floating just off the coast of the island. Suddenly, the water erupted from the other side of the platform and Fang flipped out of the water and landed on the terrace brandishing two a set of boxing gloves and a mouth guard, which he promptly spit into the water, revealing his sharp teeth.
"Come on! We already did this!" Scott complained, also wearing boxing gloves. "Can't I do one of my other fears, one that doesn't involve getting maimed!"
"Nope! This was more fun. For me anyway." Chris shrugged. "Hey, as long as I'm confined to this little chair, I want the maximum amount of laughs as possible."
"Three, two, one, FIGHT!" Chef shouted, firing off a gun loaded with blanks.
Not two seconds in and Fang dealt one blowing punch to Scott's figure, knocking him into the drink. "Wow. That was fast." Chris observed. "I guess no point for Team Fright."
"Would it have killed you to at least try?" Scarlett glared at dirt farmer who soon surfaced form the water.
"Yes! And I did try! That shark is stronger than you think!" Scott told her as he climbed out of the water and onto the sand.
"Well, considering you two have the same fear, Jasmine and Gwen, we'll do you guys next." Chris said, turning to the two claustrophobia-stricken teens.
"Not again!" Both of them exclaimed at the same time.
"But I beat mine!" Gwen protested. "Why do I have to do it again?!"
"Because, we couldn't find another fear. Your friends are really tough to bribe." Chris frowned. "Besides, it would seem you're still afraid of tight spaces after Revenge of the Island." He chuckled.
"Anyone would be scared of being locked in a chest underground!" Gwen glared at him.
"Doesn't matter, you two are getting into this shinny metal box together." Chris said, motioning to said box that was sitting further inland. "There's a little button on the door. If you press it, the door will unlock and you'll both be set free," he said, getting both of the girl's hopes up, "However, the one who presses it loses." Both of their smiles dropped.
"C'mon on." Chef came up behind both girls and shoved them into the metal box and slammed the lid shut.
Immediately there were terrified cries form both girls. "Let me out!" Gwen screamed as Jasmine pounded on the side of the box.
"I can't even see the button!" Jasmine cried.
"Yeah...ya probably should've added a light in there..." Chris said in retrospect, looking up to Chef from his chair. Chef shrugged as the two girls continued to scream.
The camera cut to the inside of the metal crate where Gwen and Jasmine were banging on the sides of the box, screaming to be let out. "The walls are closing in!" Jasmine gulped, curling into a small ball.
"I've had it with Chris!" Gwen growled angrily.
Jasmine began feeling the walls of the crate, trying to find the button. "I'm just gonna see if I can find the button just in case something goes wrong." Jasmine explained. "I mean, it's not that bad in here," She told herself, "There's air!"
Gwen let out a growing scream, thus setting off Jasmine's fear again. She began breathing heavily and then hyperventilating. "No there's not!" The Aussie cried. Her hand suddenly passed over something sticking out of the wall. "The button!" She exclaimed.
Jasmine then proceeded to press the button at least eleven times per second in rapid succession. There was a spark of electricity followed by a fizzle and when Jasmine pressed the button again, nothing happened. "The button shorted out!" She cried.
"You mean we're stuck in here?!" Gwen gasped.
"Gotta...Get...OUT!" Jasmine screamed, bringing one of her arms up against the wall, creating a large dent. She did the same with her other arm and then ripped the metal in between until there was a hole to crawl through that shined daylight into the small metal prison.
"Well...seeing as Jasmine broke out of the box first...I'd say she loses." Chris decided, looking quite surprised at the brute strength shown by the Amazon. Gwen crawled out afterward and took a deep breath. "Point for Team Fright!" The scoreboard in the corner marked 1 – 1.
"Much better." The Goth smiled.
"Hey, you okay?" Trent asked, walking up to her. "You were only in there for three minutes and you were freaking out!"
"Oh, only three minutes, eh?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow. "So you're saying that I'm a wimp because I couldn't take three minutes in a confined space? I'd like to see you face your fear!" She snapped.
"What? That's not what I meant!" Trent exclaimed as Gwen stormed off.
(Outhouse Confessional- Tough luck)
Trent- "Why is this so hard?!" He cried. "I was just trying to comfort her! Maybe she just got a little mad after going through her fear. She'll feel different in about an hour, right?" He asked.
Gwen- "Ugh! Now I remember why I broke up with him, he's crazy and totally insensitive!" She growled. "But then again he did give me my necklace back..." She sighed. "Relationships are so difficult! Why can't I just stay single?"
A montage of scenes played out starting with Bridgette walking along a path through the forest. "Alright, I've been through plenty up to now, this should be nothing." The surfer told herself. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Of course, as she said this, she heard a loud roar of a lion and whipped around to face the furry beast. She screamed and bolted through the forest leaving the lion to raise an eyebrow (Or whatever Lions have above their eyes).
Next was Sky who stood with her arms outstretched as Chef walked up with a jar of honey. The cook turned the jar upside down and let the honey slowly pour over the gymnast who just stayed silent with fear.
Once the honey coating was done, Chef appeared again, now wearing a white bee-keeper's suit. He held a long stick in his hand and walked up to a bee-hive hanging from a tree and began whacking it with the stick.
A flurry of bees suddenly erupted from the nest before it feel to the ground and shattered, releasing more bees in one large swarm. "If Sky chooses to use the bee-repellent smoke, she loses a point for her team. If she can wait it out for five minutes, she'll win." Chris narrated as the shot cut back to Sky standing still but holding a bee smoker. The swarm of bees flew towards the honey-covered gymnast as she braced for impact, but instead of attacking her, they landed on her, still buzzing with interest.
Sky was tempted to use the smoker but instead remained completely still for she was determined to win the point for her team. After a while, Sky heard some sniffing and grunting and slowly turned her head to see a grizzly bear lumbering towards her, trying to sniff out the aroma of honey.
"Nice bear!" She gulped. "You don't want this honey, it's covered in bees." She said.
Despite the warning, the bear continued to move forward, getting closer to the teen. She closed her eyes, trying to forget about the bear, which was hard when it started licking her leg.
Suddenly, several bees left the honey and started attacking the grizzly bear when it got too close. The creature roared in anger and pain and started swatting the insects away. A countdown clock appeared above sky's head on screen counting down from ten.
As the clock counted down, more bees attacked the bear until Sky was almost completely free of bees. Five...four...three...two...one. The clock above buzzed and Sky immediately bolted for the lake where she hopped in before some of the bees could follow her. "And Sky takes the point for Team Scare!" Chris declared when the gymnast surfaced from the water. Seconds later the angry grizzly bear came roaring onto the scene and jumped into the water as well, leaving the bees swarming above the lake. The scoreboard appeared in the corner again tallying 2 points for Team Scare and 1 point for Team Fright.
Owen was shown next walking along a dirt pathway somewhere in front of the burnt down mess hall. He looked around to make sure no one was following him or seeing what he was doing.
In front of him was a table with a fresh pie sitting on top of it. Owen tip-toed towards the pie and eyed it in all its steamy and delicious glory. He reached out to grab it when suddenly a robotic hand sprouted from a hatch in the table and swatted Owen's hand away. The robotic appendage then shook a finger as if to say "Bad boy! No pie for you!"
Owen nursed his hand and looked at the robotic mitt in shock. He reached out again to test, but was ultimately swatted away again. "NOOOOOO!" He wailed, falling to his knees.
The footage cut to Chris in his wheel chair with a remote control, soon accompanied by a screaming Geoff with a familiar hail-cloud following above him. "Ha! Never gets old!" The crippled host cackled.
The camera panned along with Geoff until it stopped on what looked like a shed but was actually the new arts and Cra(p)ft center. The scene faded inside the shed to show Chef standing behind a terrified Katie who was sitting in a swivel chair in front of a vanity mirror. Chef held up one of the bad-haircut wigs and placed it on a wincing Katie's head, covering her pig-tails.
"Alright Leshawna, all you have to do is walk from what's left of the mess hall to the bonfire pit with spiders all over you without shaking them off or running. Got it?" Chris asked.
"We'd better win this thing, y'all." She muttered as she struck a glance at her teammates.
"Chef! Release the spiders!" Chris called out from the safety of his chair which was currently behind manned by an intern in Chef's absence.
Chef took a large urn and dumped it over, releasing hundreds of spiders that rattled across the ground like scarabs as they came for Leshawna. The ghetto girl took one look at the spiders and instinctively screamed as they began crawling up her body.
"You can do it Leshawna!" Dawn shouted in encouragement.
"Yeah, they may look and sound like scarabs, but they're not!" Noah chimed in.
"Not helping!" Leshawna growled as the spiders crawled all over her, covering her from head to toe. "Gah! I can feel their legs!" She shivered.
"You may now make your way to the bonfire pit!" Chris called out.
Leshawna closed her eyes and slowly began walking towards the bonfire pit, trembling in fear as she felt hundreds of tiny legs crawl all along her skin. Suddenly, out of nowhere she screamed and bolted while shaking the arachnids off in the process.
"Well, it looks like Leshawna lost." Chris said as her team sighed.
"Die!" Leshawna shouted angrily as she stomped on several of the spiders on her way back to the group. "Sorry y'all, I just cannot do spiders." She shook her head.
"It's a good thing we're ahead of the other team." Courtney grumbled. "Neither you or Geoff could conquer your fear." She rolled her eyes.
"Sorry man." Geoff frowned, walking up to the group. Suddenly the shadow of the hail cloud came up behind him and started pelting him again. "Not again dude!" He cried, running off.
Nearby, an intern chuckled with delight as he fiddled with the joystick. Chris rolled himself over and snatched the controller from the intern with a glare, after which he proceeded to play around and torture Geoff with it again.
"Alright Dakota and Amy, you've both been programmed to spawn in your own separate VR worlds where you will face your fears." Chris said as the two girls looked at each other with fear and gulped.
"Let the fears commence in three...two...one!" Chris declared with an evil grin on his face. He pressed the button on a remote control in his hand and two headsets came down on both girls. Their eyes closed and they were transported into their separate VR worlds.
(Amy's Virtual Reality World)
The bratty cheerleader woke up standing on a sidewalk in the middle of a large city. She looked down and noticed she was holding several shopping bags in each hand. "This isn't a nightmare, this is a dream come true!" She said with glee.
She turned and saw that Samey was next to her carrying several boxes and bags labeled with Amy's name on them. "Are we almost done, my arms are getting heavy!" Samey cried, struggling to lift the weight of the boxes.
"It got better!" Amy exclaimed, delighted to see her sister carrying all of her boxes and shopping bags. "Here you go sis." She said with a wicked grin before dumping the rest of her shopping bags and boxes into Samey's already-full arms.
"Please tell me we're going home!" Samey winced, practically falling over.
"Nope, we're gonna hit three more stores before getting lunch." Amy said with a smug grin. "And you're paying." Samey let out a sad sigh and struggled to keep moving.
Unfortunately, due to the height of the stacked boxes and bags, Samey couldn't see what was in front of her and promptly ran into a lamp-post, dropping all of the bags and boxes, a few falling open or spilling some of her clothes into the street.
Suddenly, as if on cue, several cars and trucks zoomed by, crushing the newly-bought clothes and boxes, horrifying Amy. "Look what you've done you lousy sister! Now we have to go back to all the stores and waste more of your money on buying them all again, which means we won't get to buy more!" She complained. "I hate you! I wish you were never born!"
Upon hearing this, Samey paused from massaging her arms and her entire body froze. "What did you just say?' Samey asked with growing anger.
"I said I wish you were never born! You're the little twin anyway, no one cares about you." Amy spat, sticking her tongue out at her enraged sister.
"Maybe you should rethink what you said!" Samey growled, suddenly getting noticeably larger. "Who's the little twin NOW?!" She boomed, now growing taller than many of the sky-scrapers and buildings around them.
Amy screamed in terror at the sight of her taller, bigger, and over-all better sister. "I'm gonna make you wish YOU were never born!" The virtual Samey roared, her booms echoing throughout the city. With that, the monumental cheerleader raised one of her giant feet and stomped down on the street, mere feet away from Amy.
Several cars and trucks honked as they swerved out of the way, one nearly hitting Amy, only to run into the lamp-post Samey had hit moments earlier. Amy screamed and bolted as the giant Samey let out a wicked laugh. The colossus stepped forward, cracking the pavement and creating a foot-shaped dent in it.
"I'm sorry!" Amy cried. "I didn't mean it!" The cheerleader let out another scream as giant Samey followed her, her footsteps setting off car-alarms for city blocks.
Outside the VR, Harold stood next to Amy's sleeping body as her mind was in the VR while Samey watched one of the screen with a worried look. "I know she's mean and all...but looking at myself like that...it's scarier than she is!" Samey winced.
"Don't worry, you'll never become that." Cody assured her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You're too sweet!"
"Well, thank you...but it happened to Zoey, remember?" Samey reminded him.
"True, but she's nice again, she snapped out of her 'Commando Zoey' faze." Cody countered, making a few karate hand-gestures.
"I guess...I guess I'm just scared." Samey admitted. "I don't want to be like her."
"Like I said, it won't happen, and if you need anyone to talk to, you can always talk to me." Cody said, giving a smile that showed the gap in his teeth, earning a giggle from Samey.
"Cody's right, your aura shows no signs of red or black, only a beautiful shade of pink and a little more than necessary amount of blue." Dawn nodded in agreement, suddenly showing up next to the two, startling them.
"Blue? Uh...heh-heh, everyone needs sadness, right?" Samey asked with a nervous chuckle. Dawn and Cody just stared at her with their eyebrows raised in question.
(Dakota's Virtual Reality World)
"Heh-heh, cool, double power-up!" Sam chuckled as he sat back on his couch and flicked up his gaming remote, pressing several buttons in the process. He leaned over and took a sip from his soda without taking his eyes off of the screen. "Having fun Dakota?"
"Yeah, kind of." Dakota said. "How do I buy something from the shop again?" She asked. "I want a pair of those cute furry boots for my character."
"Press B, remember?" Sam smiled.
"Oh yeah, right." Dakota nodded. "Aw come on! I thought I had enough coins for it!" She complained.
Sam glanced over at her screen. "You're looking at your health, you only have 37 coins, you need fifty to buy the boots."
"Why are these games so complicated!" Dakota whined. She let a frustrated cry which soon turned into a roar. She quickly clapped two hands over her mouth with wide eyes as she suddenly began to grow.
A tail began sprouting from her behind and her collar bones extended out into large spikes. Her clothes ripped and her hair receded into a neon green and yellow color. Her skin turned an orange color and her eyes turned yellow. "Ah! What's happening?!" She screamed. Usually when she transformed into Dakotazoid, she'd grow a few feet and stop, but she wasn't stopping.
"Sam?" She wondered, looking around and not seeing him. She looked down and saw his legs sticking out form under her. "Ah Sam!" She cried, her speech turning more primitive. "Move! Dakota can't stop growing!"
She was right, now matter what she did, she couldn't stop growing. Her size prevented her form moving and getting off of Sam. Sam's basement had a relatively low ceiling, so it wasn't long before Dakota broke through it, followed by the rest of his house. "Gah! Why won't Dakota stop getting big!"
"Gah! Mrmrmmfhfh!" Sam tried to scream from under his girlfriend. His lungs were slowly being crushed under Dakota's weight as she grew relentlessly.
"Stop! Stop!" Dakota cried, tears starting to stream from her yellow eyes.
Both girls were suddenly released from the VR followed by a loud buzzer sound. "Neither one of you could conquer your fear, so neither one of you gets a point." Chris frowned.
"How was I supposed to conquer that?! She was huge!" Amy complained.
"And I wouldn't stop growing!" Dakota shivered.
"All you had to do was let it happen. You knew it was in the virtual reality machine." Chris reminded them.
"Yeah, the only problem about virtual reality is that it's a lot like reality!" Amy snapped.
"Fear not my maiden in distress!" Harold declared, walking up to the cheerleader. "I shall comfort you in your time of need!"
"I don't need comforting!" Amy snarled, shoving the geek over and onto the ground. "Let's get to the next stupid challenge, I wanna see Samey suffer!"
The aforementioned sister winced and gulped. "Well too bad, it's not her turn yet." Chris said. "In fact, it's actually Eva's turn."
"Pssh, I'm not afraid of anything, so good luck." Eva rolled her eyes, glaring at the host.
"True...so we decided to make you do something you'd hate!" He grinned maliciously, earning a fearful glance from Eva. "CHEF!"
The cook stomped over holding out a frilly pink ball-gown. "Oh no, no no no no no no no!" Eva shook her head. "You are not getting me into that thing!" She growled.
"C'mon Eva, do it for the team!" Courtney snapped angrily. Eva glowered and grit her teeth angrily as she ripped the dress from Chef's hands reluctantly.
(Outhouse Confessional- Maybe she did it for money?)
Eva- "Don't think I've turned into some frilly girly-girl. I only did it because Courtney was breathing down my neck!" She grumbled. "I've learned that you need to take one for the team, or else they'll vote you out! So . . . you've been warned." She gulped.
Eva looked down at the horrifying ball gown that she now wore with a pair of high-heels. "This is disgusting! How long to I have to wear this stupid piece of crap!" The temperamental teen snarled.
"Only for the rest of the challenge." Chris grinned.
Eva looked like she was about to pop a blood-vessel. "Don't worry, I know how you feel!" Katie squeaked, putting a hand on Eva's shoulder. The muscle-bound girl looked back and noticed the hideous wig on her head. "This isn't anything like that." She spat. "It's different."
Katie jumped away and stood with Dawn and Leshawna. "Alright, I guess that sums up Eva's fear for now. On to...B, time to give a speech my man!" Chris cackled at the look of fear on B's face. The silent inventor's skin had drained.
"Alright Beverly," Chris said, earning a glare from B, "Alls ya gotta do is give us your speech!" The host sat in his wheelchair in between two sets of bleachers facing a large stage. B stood on the stage behind a microphone with a piece of paper in his hand.
"You can do it man!" Trent called out in encouragement.
"Yeah, it's not like some girl's gonna come up and break your heart!" Dave shouted angrily.
"Dude, not the time." Trent glared at him.
B gulped and shivered in fear as he cleared his throat. He tapped the mic to make sure it was working and got a loud squeal, causing everyone in the audience to cover their ears.
Sweat dribbled down the side of his head as he took a deep breath and began reciting his speech . . . only for the roar of a plane to drown out his voice. The camera panned up to show Izzy letting out a crazy and wild cackle as she piloted the small yellow plane down towards the forest in the background.
Chef looked up with eyes wide and quickly ran off towards the general vicinity that Izzy had downed the plane in. when the roar of the engine died down, B's lips stopped moving. "Lame! No point!" Chris shouted. B frowned and gave a sad face.
The camera came on the picnic table with the pie, but there was no Owen. The robotic hand seemed to look back and forth in search of its new enemy but there was no sign.
Suddenly, Owen slowly rose from behind the table, eying the pie. He went to grab it but the hand spun around and slapped his hand away. "Ow!" Owen whined. "Come on! I just want the pie!"
The robotic hand swiftly slapped Owen across his fatty face and got back to its patrol. "Gah! You're one mean guard-hand." Owen narrowed his eyes as he rubbed his cheek.
"To win the point, Duncan needs to dive into this pool of snapping turtles and last a full 60 seconds!" Chris said.
Duncan stared warily at the inflatable pool of snapping turtles. To emphasize the point, one of the turtles bared its sharp teeth and took a big bite out of the side of the pool, quickly deflating it. "Come on Duncan, you can do it." Courtney said. "Just like you did last time."
"Yeah, last time was a wimpy standee, this is a pool full of snapping turtles!" Duncan cried.
"He never was the same after those snapping turtle puck-shots." Dawn shook her head, causing both Courtney and Duncan to raise an eyebrow.
"How did you..."
Courtney rolled her eyes. "She probably just searches everything up and gets inside information on all of us like Sierra and then claims she can 'read our auras'." She suspected.
Dawn gasped. "What? I would never lie!" She cried.
"Whatever." Courtney rolled her eyes again. "Get in there Duncan!"
"Yes ma'am!" Duncan grinned, suddenly jumping into the pool of turtles. "That was a mistake!" He screamed not a second later after one turtle bit him in the arm. "GAAAAAAH!"
Chris looked down at a timer on his wrist. "Only fifty-five more seconds to go!" Seconds passed by as the group of teens watched Duncan writhe in agony as he was bitten by turtles left and right.
"You've only got fifteen more seconds to go! Just hold on!" Courtney told him.
"Trust me, I would have left already but these turtles are keeping me from jumping out." Duncan grit his teeth, struggling to break free from their biting grasp.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..." Chris counted down as shots went back and forth between the counting host and the pained punk. "Five, four, three, two...one!"
Chef quickly ran over and began spraying a hose at the turtles, causing them to let go of Duncan's arms and legs, allowing him to scramble out of the pool. The punk looked down at his red arms and legs which were bloody and slightly shredded from the turtle teeth. "You may have lost some blood, but at least you got the point!" Chris said as the scoreboard put down 3 – 1, Team Scare leading.
Suddenly Duncan collapsed to the ground with a moan. "Oh...maybe he lost more than a little blood..." Chris observed. "Yeah...can we get someone to tend to...all of that?"
Two interns quickly came in with a stretcher and carried the punk off. "Way to take one for the team!" Courtney shouted after the retreating interns, earning a tired thumbs up from Duncan as he was carried off.
"Alright, Trent, you're up!" Chris said.
"Aw, come on, man! I did this one already!" Trent complained when he was put face-to-face with a mime who was currently in an invisible box within an actual box, or to be more precises a cage.
"Actually, you just jumped in the water and thought of something clever to make him go away. This time, you've gotta face him head on and tell him to go away." Chris said as Trent gulped.
"Come on Trent, don't be scared." Gwen sneered with a smirk. "Payback's a /censored/."
"For the last time, I wasn't trying to insult you!" Trent shouted, spinning around to meet Gwen. "I was genuinely concerned! If you haven't noticed, I really like you, and I've gone pretty crazy about it." He sighed.
(Outhouse Confessional- And the truth floweth forth)
Gwen- "How could I be so stupid?!" She cried, covering her face with her hands. "Trent was just trying to be nice and I just screeched at him like a banshee! I've really got to apologize to him!" She decided
Trent looked like he was waiting for a response, but all Gwen did was point behind him with a wince. Trent turned around to see the mime had been released from his cage and was currently pulling himself closer and closer to Trent with an invisible rope. "AAAAAAHHH!" Trent screamed. The mime acted like he was being dragged off by Trent with the rope and ran after him. "Stop following me, you're freaking!" The musician cried.
A few minutes of Trent running from the mime passed as the remaining campers who hadn't done their fears yet watched. "Just face him head on and tell him to go away!" Gwen advised, cupping her hands around her mouth so she sounded louder. "He's not gonna hurt you! I mean, he might try to stab you with an imaginary knife but that's not gonna do anything!"
"Thanks, you're so much help!" Trent shouted sarcastically as he continued to run.
Trent's brain seemed to be racing a mile a minute, even faster than his legs were going! He gulped and stopped dead in his tracks, his feet screeching against the dirt, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
He turned around to face the mime who had also stopped. "DUDE! YOU'RE CREEPY AND I HATE YOU AND GO BACK TO FRANCE YOU PSYCHO PALE-FACED MAKE-UP-WEARING FREAK!" Trent shouted all in one go. [3]
The mime looked shocked and then realized what Trent was saying and walked off sadly. "Hey man, not cool. Mimes are people too, you know!" Harold shook his head.
"Sorry man!" Trent yelled after the mime.
"And Trent pulled through and finally conquers his fear, earning Team Fright a point!" Chris said. The scoreboard changed to 3 – 2 with Team Scare still leading.
"Alright! I did it! It feels so good to finally get all of that off of my chest." He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Trent!" Gwen exclaimed, quickly running up to him. "I'm so sorry. Not to be cheesy or anything, but I was a total jerk! I guess I was just mad...in the heat of the moment after facing my fear, I guess." She admitted.
"It's okay." Trent grinned.
"Alright, alright, break up the lovey-dovey, friendship fest." Chris rolled his eyes, rolling up in between the two and shoving them aside.
"Alright," Bridgette said, glancing down at her watch, "Just fifteen more minutes alone in the woods to go and I'll have conquered it." She breathed. "This is pretty easy, sure I was almost viciously attacked by a lion, but hey, I didn't flee the woods." She said to herself.
Suddenly there was a loud explosion that rocked the forest from where Bridgette had come from. She screamed and fell to the floor as birds screeched and flew away from the chaos overhead. "What was that?!" She screamed, her heart pounding out of her chest.
Moments later Izzy came running from the woods behind the surfer. The wild child was covered in ashes and her hair was singed. A burnt steering wheel was around her neck for some reason as well.
She ran past Bridgette with a cackle and was soon pursued by Chef who was carrying a tranquilizer gun. "I could have sworn those berries back there weren't poisonous..." Bridgette second guessed herself with a raised eyebrow.
"Another Revenge of the Fears!" Chris chuckled to himself. "Cody, to win a point, you've got to face your mortal enemy again: The Stink Bomb!"
"No! Anything but that!" Cody cried. "Wait, that's not so bad! I took a summer school course last summer! This should be a cinch." He grinned smugly.
"You took a bomb-deactivation summer school class?!" Samey exclaimed with wide eyes.
"No, it was just mechanics and wiring, but I figure this can't be too hard, right? I mean, it's not like they have a bomb expert genius doing this, right?" Cody chuckled.
"He's on to us!" Chris whispered into his phone. "Leave the island now Ucef, I repeat, leave the island now!" He hissed.
"Ugh, can you somehow blow up this dress in the process, it's disgusting and I can barely walk in it." Eva grumbled.
"My wig is itchy!" Katie whined.
"Shut your yap, prissy." Eva glared at the BFFFL. Katie yelped and tried to make herself small
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(Outhouse Confessional- Someone's cranky)
Katie- "Okay, so I like, could totally have stood up to her if Sadie had been there to back me up, but like, she wasn't so, so that's why I didn't say anything." She said. "That and it's Eva I'm talking about." She quickly gulped.
Eva- "Okay, so maybe I was a little rude to Katie, but can you blame me? I was being forced to wear a dress! That's cruel and unusual punishment." She glared at the camera, crossing her arms.
Harold- "I can pretty much protect Amy from anything mother nature has to throw at her. I guess Eva's not a part of mother nature though..." He gulped, tugging on his collar as he sweated. "Because there's no way I could beat her, even with my mad skills. Although with her dress on, I might be able to subdue her for a short amount of time..."
"Okay, I'm like, totally sure you can do this, but just in case, I'm gonna go over there." Samey told Cody, jabbing a thumb behind her and slowly backing away.
"Yeah, probably a good idea." Chris nodded, rolling his wheelchair back as well.
Cody shrugged. "Doubt me if you want, but this time, I've got full confidence in myself!" The tech geek grinned. He pulled a wrench out of his pocket and narrowed his eyes at the barrel with wires sticking out every which way.
Cody turned a single screw with the wrench and the entire bomb exploded, sending trash flying everywhere, most of it hitting Cody.
Amy screamed and tried to block the oncoming trash with her arm, but she knew it wouldn't do. She closed her eyes and braced for impact, but it didn't come. She opened her eyes and saw that Harold had jumped in the way of the oncoming blast, taking all of the trash that would have hit her.
"You saved me?" Amy gasped.
"Twas no . . . problem . . . ma'am." Harold said, tipping his imaginary hat with a weak cough of trash.
"So, you're done following me around, right?" Amy asked.
"No way, I still need to save your life!" Harold exclaimed, standing up and brushing off some of the trash. "I mean, the trash bomb wouldn't have killed you, more like severely ruined your gorgeous looks."
"Ahem." Leshawna growled from a few feet away.
"Of course no one is as beautiful as my chocolate goddess!" Harold quickly added with a grin.
"That's better." Leshawna smiled, walking off.
"Yeah, but it would have totally killed my social life! I couldn't be seen on TV covered in trash!" Amy exclaimed.
"Be that as it may, I'm here to save your physical life, not your social life. Of course I'd do that in the process like I just exemplified." Harold clarified.
"Ugh." Amy growled, storming off.
"Wait! You can't be unprotected!" Harold cried with a finger in the air. He quickly ran after the cheerleader while Leshawna rolled her eyes.
"Well, Cody failed once again." Chris observed. "Time to stick with the nerd theme and let Noah take a crack at his fear." The host grinned wickedly in the egghead's direction.
"Okay Universe, I get it, you hate me." Noah sighed.
"So, who'd you have to wring the information out of?" Noah asked dryly. "Let me guess, it was Solomon?"
"Nah, actually it was your parents." Chris answered. "Guess having nine children really racks up a bill." He chuckled.
Noah glared as he turned towards the camera. "Just you remember whose college you're not paying for." He pointed a big fat finger at the camera lens.
(Outhouse Confessional- We're free! Please, buy us!)
Noah- "At my house, I'm literally surrounded by idiots. I'm the only one in the family who's at the very least thinking of going to college." he sighed. "Solomon: jock, Isaiah: jock, Elijah: jock, Jacob: jock, Jonah: probably gonna become a drug dealer, Samuel: jock, Tobias: jock, and Zachary: shocker-shocker, jock." He listed, counting off on his fingers as well. "As you can tell, none of my brothers are the slightest bit interested in anything I like, which almost makes coming to this place a miracle. If miracles spawned in hell, that is." He said flatly.
"You'd better be doing this right, I'd rather not find out what purple tastes like." Noah grumbled, belly-faced down with his shirt off as Chef took a long needle and stuck it into his back, causing the bookworm to cringe.
"All Noah has to do is let Chef do some acupuncture treatment on him and he can score a point for his team." Chris narrated as Chef proceeded to stick long needles in several more parts of Noah's back
"How many more needles are there?!" Noah cried.
"Dude, you just started." Chris chuckled at the cynic's misery. The camera zoomed out a bit to reveal that Chef had only stuck four needles into his back so far.
"You know the worst part about this is that I have to have my shirt off." Noah mumbled. "And oh look, there's a breeze."
"Shut your yap and let me do my job!" Chef snapped, sticking three more needles into Noah's lower back, causing him to yelp and jerk slightly.
"Don't mind me," He said to his watching teammates, "You're just watching the Human Porcupine as hundreds of needles get—GAYEEE! Corpral-durple-splat..." He slurred after Chef stuck one of the needles into his neck.
"Hmm...I may have hit the wrong pressure point." The cook said as Noah continued to speak nonsense, his eyes going crossed and his tongue hanging out of his mouth limply.
Chef stuck another needle into Noah's neck and the bookworm suddenly inhaled deeply. "I said I didn't wanna taste purple!" Noah snapped. Chef shrugged and stuck more needles into Noah's back, forcing a cringe and wince combination on his face.
"Seriously, this feels like hours!" Noah shouted.
"Oh quit your crying baby, it's almost over." Chef rolled his eyes. He stuck one into Noah's butt and the egghead suddenly leaped from the massage table and bolted through the air, loosing several of the needles in the process.
"And he thought Tyler had good verticals!" Chris chuckled. "No point for Noah!"
"Hey, at least you tried." Cody said, patting Noah on the back. The Tech Geek was still slightly covered in brown sludge but most of it had been washed off, although the smell was still lingering.
Suddenly Izzy came running by. "Woo! NoCo lives on!" She shouted, shoving Cody forward so that he landed on top of Noah. It was also noted that Noah was still shirtless...
Chef's eyes perked up upon seeing the wild child and quickly got bolted from his seat after her. Izzy ran off-screen but quickly came back and snapped a picture with a camera and then ran off again with Chef in hot pursuit.
"Get off of me!" Noah shouted, shoving Cody off of him. "I now know what it feels like to get hit by a dumpster." He muttered, brushing himself off and snatching his shirt and putting it back on.
"Sorry, I haven't been able to get the smell off." Cody admitted with a sheepish chuckle.
"Yeah, well stay away or Miss Crazy is gonna be back trying to take more pictures of us." Noah grumbled, storming off.
Bridgette looked down at her watch. "Yes! Time's almost up! I can finally head back to camp!" She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly heading off towards the forest entrance.
"AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE!" Came a shrill scream. Bridgette quickly looked up towards the trees with shock to see Sugar swinging towards her on a vine.
The surfer quickly ducked as Sugar sailed over her. However the farm girl failed to calculate her weight and the vine snapped, sending her flying into the dirt. "Sugar?!" Bridgette exclaimed, slowly walking over to her. "What are you doing here?! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!"
"I thought you were Chris." Sugar explained, standing up and holding her woozy head.
"What would Chris be doing out in the forest?" Bridgette asked angrily.
"I dunno, why wouldn't he be? I know I'd be out in the forest at this time'a day if I were him. Ya know, catching some grub." Sugar shrugged.
"What do you want with Chris anyway?" Bridgette asked.
"I wanna be back on the show of course!" Sugar rolled her eyes. "He and them producer people are deprivin' my fans of me!"
"Um...okay?" Bridgette raised an eyebrow.
"Now you didn't see nothin'." Sugar narrowed her eyes at the surfer. Bridgette gulped and nodded, quickly spinning around and walking off in the other direction. Once she was gone, Sugar turned around and began chugging along. "Choo-choo! Imma bus!" She smiled happily.
"And Bridgette makes it out of the woods!" Chris said. "Point for Team Fright!" The scoreboard in the corner dinged to 3 – 3. "It looks like a tie right now, and we've only got a few more fears left to cover!" Chris said. "Which brings us to everyone's favorite Vegan, Dawn." The host grinned as the moonchild gulped nervously.
"Your dinner." Chef grinned wickedly as he came up to the table Dawn sat at with a platter. He opened the lid to reveal a plate of freshly made chicken nuggets.
"Oh my!" Dawn gasped, nearly fainting. "I can't eat them. I can't." She shook her head.
"Come on man! We're tied right now, if the other team scores a point they'll be ahead! And I do not want to lose after being viciously attacked by snapping turtles!" Duncan glared at the moonchild. "I've done my part." He crossed his arms.
"I am sorry my friends, but I just can't. It's against my principals. I won't allow myself to eat my friends that come from mother earth!" Dawn shook her head, a tear trickling down her cheek.
"Ugh, what a baby." Duncan rolled his eyes.
"Final chance." Chris warned. Dawn shook her head and slid the plate away from her on the table. "No point! Such a shame, she didn't even try. Welp, guess you're up, Dave!" He grinned.
"What?! No! Please!" The Germophobe cried.
"If you'll follow me." Chris said, motioning forward. He rolled his chair in that direction and Chef came up behind Dave and picked him up, following the host.
"To win a point and put your team ahead, all you've gotta do is take a swim in this pool of...mysterious substances for five minutes!" Chris said.
"Mysterious substances? Doesn't that mean they're...germy substances?" Dave gulped, already starting to shake.
"Come on Dave, you can do it! Do it for the team!" Trent called out encouragingly, Gwen standing next to him with an amused smile on her face.
"Wow, I don't know if I could jump into that germy pool of mysterious substances!" Sky exclaimed to Jasmine, clearly trying to make Dave hear her. "It's probably so warm and gooey...crawling with bacteria! Yuck!" Sky fake-shivered, earning a freaked out look from Dave.
(Outhouse Confessional- We're already crawling with bacteria!)
Dave- "I didn't want to do it and I probably wouldn't have done it under any other circumstances, but Sky's taunting meant I had to do it! I had to show her that I'm just as tough as she is! She's nothing special!" He scoffed.
Jasmine- "I'm not psycho-therapist, but those two have some real troubles!" She exclaimed. "Someone needs to step in soon or they're both gonna drive the whole camp crazy!"
Sky- "Okay, so I was intending to scare Dave out of doing it, but apparently it backfired and just made him want to d it even more." She sighed. "He's so annoying! Why won't he just go away and leave me alone!" She griped.
"Dave's five-minutes start now!" Chris declared as the Germophobe jumped into the inflatable pool of brown liquids.
"Could you at least tell me what I'm swimming in?" Dave whimpered, surfacing from the goop. His clothes had already turned a gross shade of yellow and brown.
"I think it's better left unsaid..." The host trailed off.
"AW-HAW-HAW-HAW!" Dave wailed.
"Are you sure that's safe to swim in?" Scarlett asked Chris and Chef. "I can already pick out several chemicals...among other things," She shivered, "And they are quite toxic and harmful. They could melt metal or even clothing!"
"WHAT?!" Dave cried. The Germophobe screamed and dove over the side of the pool and onto the grass. Dave was nearly butt-naked aside from some torn underwear and shreds of clothes hanging off his skin. "I need a shower and a new pair of clothes!" He screamed, running off towards one of the cabins as a buzzer sounded.
B got an idea face and opened his jacket to reveal many tools. He pulled out a hammer which was dented out of shape. He shrugged and tossed it into the toxic pool followed by a snapped screw-driver, and a pair of broken pliers and a broken power drill. The latter tool created a larger splash which ended up hitting Amy, most of the sludge already burning away at her clothes. "Ah! Look what you've done you fat idiot!" She growled. "Katie! Go get me a new skirt!" She cried, some of her underwear showing as she tried to cover it up with her hands while others laughed.
Katie yelped and quickly ran off towards the cabins just as Dave burst through one of the doors and headed for the showers.
(Outhouse Confessional- What's with the lack of clothes?)
Amy- "That lousy inventor completely embarrassed me! He's gonna get his payback! He's gonna rue doing that!" She growled. "I am going to have my-"
Sky- "That was much more of Dave than I needed to see." She cringed.
Katie- "Okay, so I totally wouldn't have gotten her a new skirt had I not been where she was. It's a long story that I could only tell with Sadie, but the point is, I totally didn't do it because I was scared." She rolled her eyes, looking obviously scared.
The camera came to a shot of Owen stalking his way through the bushes wearing a camo-hat and some orange hunter-glasses holding a pop-gun. "Ssshh." He shushed to the camera. "I'm hunting woo-barb pie!" [4]
The camera took Owen's viewpoint and peeked through the bushes, eying the pie sitting on the table. The hand had since retracted back into the table but was still ready to spring out at any moment.
"WAH!" Owen shouted, screaming from the bushes, bearing his pop-gun. He fired it and with a popping sound, the cork was launched but just fell limply as it dangled by the string.
The robotic hand suddenly came up and grabbed the pop-gun from Owen's hands and hurled it away like a Frisbee. The camera followed it as the toy crashed through one of the windows of the new Mess Hall. "Aw come on!" Chef shouted angrily.
Max was now hooked up to the VR, but in a different way than usual. He sat in front of one of the screens, two robotic hands attached to the machine by wires held his eyelids open so that he couldn't blink.
In another chair on the other side of the VR sat Scarlett who currently had a headset on. "So in a strange turn of events, we found that Scarlett and Max were actually afraid of each other!" Chris laughed.
"Correct yourself you insignificant insect!" Scarlett spat. "I am not afraid of Max, nor am I afraid of anything!" She glared daggers at him.
"True...but we decided to hook you up with a twenty-minute loop of Max's voice just for your enjoyment." The host grinned sadistically. "Consider it payment for all the lawsuits you earned me." He glared back at her.
"Pssh, Scarlett doesn't scare me, it was just shock last time." Max rolled his eyes. "Now could we hurry this up? I need to blink!" He whined.
Chef pressed a button on a hand-held remote and both forms of torture were begun. The camera focused on Max who was currently watching a repeating video of Scarlett revealing her true self last season. "WAH!" The self-proclaimed evil-genius shrieked. He continued to scream every time the footage showed Scarlett ripping off her glasses and screaming at him.
"Well Max already lost but we might as well keep it going for a little bit." Chris chuckled over Max's screams. "Until it stops being funny that is."
The focus was now set on Scarlett whose eye was twitching as she listened to a loop of Max's voice. "Evil! EVIL! Maleficent rocks! EVIL! Evil! Time to Evil! SIDEKICK! Evil! SIDEKICK! Time to Evil! It's BRILLIANT! Evil! EVIL! Ew! WAH! Evil! EVIL! Time to Evil! SIDEKICK! EEEEEEVIIILLLLL!" Went the loop.
"AGH! Make it stop!" Scarlett roared, tearing the headphones form her ears and throwing them into the dirt before proceeding to stop on them and squish them with her foot. She then pulled out a flame-thrower and promptly burned the headset into a pile of ashes which was soon blown away by the breeze. "Much better." She breathed.
"Hey! Where'd you get that! I thought we confiscated all of her weapons!" Chris exclaimed, turning to Chef.
"Izzy." Scarlett answered with a shrug.
"Of course." Chris and Chef grumbled in unison.
"FINALLY!" Eva cheered, kicking the door to the communal washrooms open. She was now wearing her normal attire and the dress was most likely either in the toilet, or its ashes were scattered across the island.
The scoreboard in the corner dinged, a 4 – 3 now plastered on it. It was followed up by a 5 – 3 when Katie came out next with her wig in hand. "Yay! I'm cute again!" She cheered. "If only Sadie could see me now, she'd be so proud!" She sniffed, turning to sobs. Eva rolled her eyes and stomped off.
"Alright Samey, you need to let the snake in this crate slither all over you for a couple minutes without running away or throwing it off of you." Chris said.
Samey gulped and winced upon seeing the cage with a rather large Anaconda slithering around in its own coils. "Whoa! Where'd you get a snake of that size!" Harold exclaimed. "Anacondas can devour animals whole, they could even eat a person! Are you sure this is safe?" Harold asked, causing Samey's heart to skip a beat.
"Relax, it's perfectly safe! We tested all of this out before hand." Chris assured the nerd.
The footage flashed back to a helicopter dropping off the cage with the snake, as evident by the large gusts of wind churned up by its propellers.
Chef gave the helicopter pilot a thumbs up and the helicopter flew off. The footage then skipped ahead to an intern with shaggy hair that covered his eyes getting crushed by the Anaconda. The snake wrapped its coils around him and wouldn't let him go.
The footage skipped ahead again to show an irritated Chef trying to put the end of the snake's tail through a needle due to the suspicious intern-shaped lump in the snake's belly. The footage skipped ahead for the last time showing half of the snake through the needle soon followed by the snake force-hurling the intern out of its stomach. The intern hit the stage floor, now covered in saliva.
"Don't worry, you don't have to if you don't want to." Cody told her.
"But we'll lose if I don't." Samey bit her lip.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't let them eliminate you." Cody smiled. "But yeah, it'd probably be better to do it." He nodded. "Don't worry, it won't eat you."
"You keep saying don't worry but I'm worrying!" Samey gulped. "I've been afraid of snakes ever since I was little when Amy put one of them down my shirt." She admitted.
Cody shook his head. "They need to come up with a new word for what your sister is." He sighed. "But I think you can do this, heck, I know you can do this! Just go on up there and conquer your fear!"
"Thanks." Samey smiled. The cheerleader stepped forward and allowed the snake to slither all over her, letting it coil around her legs and upward. The cheerleader whimpered as the snake's head came close to her head, flicking its rapid tongue in her ear, causing her to recoil in fear and disgust. As tempting as it was however, she did not try to run. As a matter of fact, it was impossible to run, the snake had her in a grip that she couldn't escape from!
"Gah! I can't move!" Samey cried.
"Relax, it'll only be a few more minutes." Chris shrugged with a not-caring smile.
The host grinned impishly as the snake opened its mouth wide, unhinging its jaw, ready to strike Samey. The girl trembled in fear, closing her eyes and bracing for impact.
"Hey! Don't eat her!" Cody shouted, grabbing a stick and chucking it at the snake. To his surprise, the stick landed right in the snake's mouth, preventing the Anaconda from biting down.
"That won't stop it for long," Harold observed, "What you need is some liquor, it irritates the snake's mouth so it won't hurt her."
"There's one problem with that," Cody said quietly, "I'M NOT AN ADULT SO I WOULDN'T HAVE LIQUOR WITH ME!" He shouted angrily. "So in case you didn't get that, that's not going to help!"
"As enjoyable as it would be to see Samey get eaten alive, I'd rather it be me that becomes her downfall. Case in point, a watering hose would do quite nicely to distract the Anaconda." Scarlett offered.
"I'm on it!" Harold declared, running off. "Keep throwing sticks at it if it tries to eat her again!"
"Ya know normally I'd stop them, but this is actually quite entertaining." Chris chuckled.
"Actually watching her get devoured alive would be much more enjoyable." Scarlett said. "Although it would be amusing to watch them fail at trying to save her."
"Crikey! You think this is funny? You two are about as wicked as a Saltwater Croc in January!" Jasmine shook her head.
(Outhouse Confessional- Wait, is Australia hot in January?)
Jasmine- "Sure I could've jumped in and saved her, but my team might have frowned upon me. I wasn't ruling it out though." She assured. "If that snake took one bite of her, he'd find his jaw unhinged for good!" She exclaimed with force, imitating the snapping of the snake's jaw.
Scarlett- "Okay, perhaps I've said too much, but did my act really work for that long?' She questioned. "Most of them never believed me for a second, so why keep pretending?"
Cody- "Okay, so maybe I was a little flustered and I got a little mad, but can you blame me? My girlfriend was about to get eaten by a snake!" He exclaimed. "I mean...she's not my girlfriend now, but after I use a bit of the Codemeister charm, heh, anything can happen!" He chuckled happily.
"And...times up!" Chris declared. "Samey scores a point for Team Fright!" The scoreboard dinged a 5 – 4. "That leaves us with one more fear! Bringing it all the way back to Season 1, Courtney, you're the deciding win!"
"Again?! Seriously?" Courtney exclaimed angrily and frustratedly.
"Yup! But here's the thing, if you win, you'll win it for your team sending Team Fright to elimination. If you lose, Team Fright will get a point and you'll be sent into a tie, which means everyone is up for elimination!"
The contestants gasped. "Why me." Courtney moaned.
"You'd better win this!" Eva snarled. "I did not wear a dress just to lose!" she bared her teeth at the CIT, causing her to flinch.
While Courtney's team urged her to conquer her fear and the other team watched on nervously, Samey tossed the snake off of her and off of the stage, shivering as she was now let free of its grasp.
The snake slithered up to Amy who was standing nearby and began wrapping itself around the oblivious teen. It was only when the snake had wrapped itself around her boots that she realized what was going on. "Ah! I'm being eaten by a snake!" She cried. "Somebody get it off of me!"
"I'm here my fair maiden!" Harold shouted, running in with a long hose that came attached to something off-screen. The nerd wielded it like a weapon, quickly causing everyone to scoot out of the way. "I shall vanquish this beat just as I have vanquished the ninjas!" He declared. Harold turned the nob on the hose and a long jet of water sprayed out, nailing the snake in the mouth just as it was about to take a bite out of the bossy twin.
"Take that foul beast that slithers!" Harold proclaimed, spray it again and again, consequently dousing Amy in the process.
"Quit it you dork!" She shouted. The snake continued to try and swallow its victim, but the water prevented it from doing so. Finally, the long reptile gave up and unwrapped itself and slithered off. Harold sprayed one last jet of water at the cheerleader before she stormed over and ripped it from his hands.
"Good, you saved my life, no go away!" She shouted, spraying a jet of water at the lanky nerd, effectively sending him flying back with a scream.
"Great...now we've got a man-eating Anaconda roaming the woods." Chris sighed. "Well, I guess we'll know where it is when we hear the cry of an intern." He shrugged. "On with your fear Courtney!"
The host walked a few feet over, the rest of the group following in tow. "Alright Courtney, since you failed to complete it last time, it's time for you to finally face The Pool of Green Jelly!" A dramatic tune played following his statement, adding to the look of fear on the CIT's face.
"Come on Court, you've done way worse things on this show!" Duncan called up to her. "Think about the snapping turtles! You don't want to be a chicken again, do you?" The punk egged her on.
"Shut up!" She snapped, slowly walking over to the wooden ladder that went all the way up to the diving board.
Courtney took a deep breath and began climbing. "Duncan's right, I've done way worse things on this show! Like...I fed a koala with my mouth...I climbed the Statue of Liberty! Um...I fell out of the sky and landed in a pig pen...twice. I blew up...uh, I shucked clams...this is nothing!" She breathed, almost to the top.
Once on the diving platform, she looked down into the small pool of green jelly far below. "There's nothing to fear!" She assured herself, although she knew she wasn't certain.
"You got this, girl!" Leshawna called up.
"My chocolate goddess is excellent at motivation, is she not." Harold wiggled his eyebrows.
"You're just diving off the cliff!" Jasmine tried to get her to imagine.
"Well, here goes." Courtney gulped. "Three...two...one!" The CIT ran forward and swan-dived off the platform, screaming on her way down. "I already regret it!" She cried.
Sooner than she expected, the CIT landed with a flop in the pool of green jelly. The dessert seemed to stop her from moving altogether as she was practically sucked into the jelly. "This is disgusting!" She screamed, quickly climbing out over the side, landing with a thud on the dirt.
"Courtney has done it! She's conquered her fear and won it for Team Scare, sending Team Fright to elimination!" Chris announced as Team Fright sighed, moaned, and complained altogether.
"Alright! You did good." Duncan chuckled with a grin, walking up to the CIT, reaching out a hand. Courtney took it and was brought to her feet.
"It was still totally disgusting!" She shivered. "I am never doing that again!"
"I dunno," Duncan said, taking a finger and scooping a piece of jelly from her head and sticking it into his mouth, "I think this stuff tastes pretty good!"
"Shut up!" Courtney glared at him, shoving him forward. Nearby, Scott watched with anger and jealousy.
Gwen sat on a stump near one of the cabins with her sketchbook and pencil in hand. She tapped her chin in thought and drew something down on the paper. "What'chya doin there?" Cody asked, suddenly walking up on her.
"Gah! You scared me!" Gwen exclaimed, glaring at the geek. "What do you want now, I thought you were in to Sammy."
"Well that's the thing...wait, how did you know?" Cody asked with shock. "I haven't said anything to anyone!"
"It's kind of obvious, neither of you are subtle." Gwen chuckled. "Now let me guess, you need some help?" She asked.
Cody nodded sheepishly. "Okay, so I know I was kind of a weirdo before when I kept hitting on you, but I want us to be cool, so firstly I wanted to apologize."
"Apology accepted." Gwen smiled.
"Okay, and second, I need some advice. You've dated people before, what am I supposed to do? I definitely don't want to approach her like I did to you because I'm pretty sure that's not appealing." Cody said.
"No it is not." Gwen said in agreement. "My suggestion would be to tell her how you feel, chances are, she feels the same way."
"Really? You think?" Cody wondered.
"Yeah, she's totally into you! Once again, it's kind of obvious." She grinned. "By the way the other thing I'd do is give her some sort of gift."
"Um...I'm not very good at gifts..." Cody admitted. "What would I get her anyway? It's not like I can go out and buy her something."
"Leave that to me." Gwen winked, earning a thankful grin from Cody.
The sky was now dark as the stars and moon twinkled in the night sky. The glow of the bonfire could be seen from the wide-shot of the island. The camera zoomed into the elimination ceremony where Team Fright sat, most not looking very happy.
"Why so glum? Either way, you'd still be here." Chris chuckled. "And you can thank Scott, B, Dakota, Amy, Max, Scarlett, Dave, Owen, and Amy for that." He said. "Which brings me to a little surprise, because they actual conquered their fears, Trent, Gwen, Bridgette and Samey all get immunity tonight, which means you can't vote for them, so good luck deciding who to oust!"
(Voting Confessionals)
Amy- "Ugh, that'll teach you!" She sneered, writing someone's name down on the piece of paper. When she was done, she folded it up and put it into the box.
Dakota- "Okay, like, I'm really confused, but Amy told me to vote for this person so..." Dakota shrugged, writing down an name on the paper. "I mean, I want to protect Dawn, right? Sorry in advance!"
Bridgette- "It's nice to have immunity but...man, this is a hard vote!" She bit her lip.
"Wow, the votes are all over the place!" Chris chuckled. "But now to see who you all decided to eliminate! When I call your name, come on up and grab a marshmallow. Bridgette, Trent, Gwen, and Samey." Chris first started out with those who had immunity. Gwen and Trent both smiled at each other and went up to get their treats. Samey and Bridgette looked equally ecstatic as they took theirs.
"Dave, Max, and Owen." Chris continued. Dave wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and walked up to get his marshmallow, followed by a haughty Max and delighted Owen. "Scott, Amy, and...Dakota." Scott looked relieved while Amy didn't doubt it for a second. Dakota clapped her hands happily and ran up after her new alliance partner.
"And that brings us to Scarlett and B." Chris said, both looking nervous. "The final marshmallow goes to..." Chris said, holding it up.
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"Scarlett. Sorry Silent Treatment, you're out." Chris shrugged. B looked shocked and then frowned in sadness. He got up from his seat and walked towards the exit pathway with a frown on his face. Scarlett meanwhile caught her marshmallow with relief.
"Any last words, B?" Chris chuckled. "See what I did there? Because he doesn't talk!"
"This one's gonna HUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRTTTT!" B suddenly screamed as he was kicked off into the sky by the boot, startling everyone watching.
"Whoa! B actually said something!" Trent exclaimed.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Maybe he should've said something when he was giving his speech." She spat.
"Well Silent B is gone, and anything could go wrong! We've got 24 teens left, and a whole lot of pain to bring upon them! Find out if I'll be out of my wheel chair next time on Total...Drama...Unfinished Business!"
(Outhouse Confessional- Thought it was over, did you!)
Scarlett- "Perhaps I underestimated those voting at tonight's elimination ceremony. I suppose it was a warning." She shrugged. "But maybe a little threatening is all that they need to keep me in the game." She grinned, holding up a knife. "I found it in Samey's bag, and since Chris confiscated all of mine, I took it."
Votes:
Trent- Scarlett
Gwen- Scarlett
Max- B
B- Scarlett
Scarlett- B
Samey- Scarlett
Bridgette- Scott
Dave- B
Owen- B
Scott- B
Amy- B
Dakota- B
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B- 7
Scarlett- 4
Scott- 1
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Voted Off: Topher, DJ, Ella, Alejandro, Anne Maria, Ezekiel, Dakota (RETURNED), Jo, Sadie, Heather, Tyler, Brick, Rodney, B
Reason: Sorry to the B fans out there, but there's just not much to do with this guy! I'm glad I did give him some time to shine like in the camping episode and the racing challenge, so I think I did him some good. If you didn't like B talking for the first time (Not counting his scream in Revenge of the Island) then too bad because I'm the writer and I can do what I want, so deal with it :P
~A/N~ Once again, I apologize for the LONG time that it took to get this episode out. I've been SUPER busy with school as well as frequent cases of Writer's Block, but I finally got the chapter out after a month and like twelve days!
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I promise you I'm not quitting anything, no matter how long it takes! Trust me, school is over for me for in a bit so when that's all done, I'll be able to upload a little more. However, there are always complications as I have some activities I have to do over the summer that are sadly school-related, as well as a vacation right afterward, so it may be a bumpy road. Hopefully that won't delay the coming chapters as I'm getting excited for some of whats to come!
As always, be sure to check out my other stories and be sure to hit that fav/follow button if you haven't already. Reviews are always appreciated as long as they're not rude :P
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[1]- The ninjas actually weren't insulting Harold's mother at all, they were actually saying something along the lines of Seriously? We're fighting this nerd again? I forget, I wrote that part a while back as it HAS been so long! XD Check it out on Google translate if you want (It's Japanese by the way)
[2]- A nod to Phineas and Ferb where one of the episodes centers around Irving's brother trying to impress Candace. In doing so, he gives her his 'Nerd Word' after which Irving declares this same sentence.
[3]- I deeply apologize to any of my readers who might be French. This was not intended to insult any of you. Thank you.
[4]- If you haven't watched Looney Tunes then you had no childhood. This is clearly a nod to Elmer Fud(d?) who always had trouble pronouncing his R's for some reason.
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