Bonnie stood alone in the middle of a grand and quite elegant ballroom. There was a massive floor to be danced upon, chandeliers dangling from the ceiling with bright light emanating from them, and a large assortment of tuxedos and dresses hanging delicately on a rack that was tucked off to the side of the room. Bonnie herself was wearing a dark purple ball gown, with the skirt flowing out widely near the bottom. It had sleeves, though they only went down to her elbows. The shoes of choice were black platform heels, each one bedazzled with a fair amount of glitter. She had a look on her face that seemed to spell out boredom, almost like she was waiting for someone to arrive. It was then that Chris walked into the room from the entryway, a grin on his face, per usual.
"It's about time you showed up…I got myself all dolled up and I don't even know what for. This dress isn't even that showy, too!" Bonnie protested while gesturing to the gown that she had donned, quite upset that her entire body was covered for the most part.
"Oh, relax, you'll be just fine if you keep your clothes on for the day, a little modesty goes a long way, you know." Chris waved the intern off, though his remark didn't seem to make her any less irritated than she was already. "In any case, the reward for this challenge is practically just a reward for you, so I don't see why you're complaining about having to dress nicely for a bit."
"What was the reward again? I don't think you told me…or if you did, I must've been zoning out, thinking about that time with Amphitrite and the boobies." Bonnie whimpered, a single tear forming in her eye. "And now I'll never be able to touch those boobies ever again…"
"Ugh, I'm not explaining it again until we actually get to the challenge! You had the chance to listen earlier, but you didn't want to, so that's your fault!" Bonnie pouted and shuffled away from the show's host, getting an eye roll back from him in return. "It's always our interns that our the problem causers…in any case…last time on Total Drama: Lost City, with Jett out of the way and the money back where it belonged, it was finally time for us to move ahead with challenge plans and get these kids back out into the ocean! Our task was having them clean up trash and debris from the murky sea floor, collecting whatever they found in bags in hopes to come back with a big enough hall to beat the rest of the competition! Some had an easy time getting loads of trash, like Benjamin, others weren't paying enough attention to the game, like Natt! In the end, Alexis had made herself too many enemies, and with Amelia and Luna working together to distract and sabotage her, she found herself with the least amount of trash, and a one-way ticket out of the game! We're losing more and more contestants by the minute, and our end game isn't too far off now! Who will be the next domino to topple and fall? Find out, right here, on Total Drama: Lost City!"
The camera hovered over an ocean, quickly descending beneath the water and happening upon Atlantis, zooming in on the wreck of the Chris space station, where the host himself was on his knees, sad that there was an asteroid in his face, while Poseidon patted him on the shoulder and Amphitrite sighed in annoyance.
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," the camera quickly shifted over to the carnival zone in Atlantis, showing Natt and Anne on a large Ferris wheel, enjoying their time together until it suddenly fell out of place and rolled away.
"You guys are on my mind," down at the controls, Zachary and Amelia were revealed to be messing with them, laughing maniacally until Vicente came over and bonked both of them on the head with plastic baseball bats.
"You asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer's plain to see," in one of the carnival tents, March and Luna watched Benjamin in awe as he rode a unicycle while bouncing on a trampoline, juggling bowling pins, and holding a torch with his teeth.
"I wanna be famous!" Tony tossed a frisbee at the wheel, causing Benjamin to fall on top of an unsuspecting Bonnie, and the torch to set his shirt on fire before the bowling pins landed on his head, which caused Liz to give him a thumbs up with an evil grin on her face.
"I wanna live close to the sun," out in the ocean, Alex was in his diving suit, trying to catch a sea monkey, but failing utterly, just like he had when it was a space monkey, while Dusty shook her head in disappointment, lassoing the creature back to them, but catching Jett instead.
"So pack your bags, cause I've already won," on the seafloor, Archie studied a squid closely until it shot ink all over his helmet's glass shield, which made Jianne giggle a little bit before wiping it off.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day," not too far from where the two were, Damien and Gretchen ran away from a massive shark, which knocked them off to the side, showing that it was swimming away from Flint, who was throwing rocks at it while Alexis chased after him.
"I wanna be famous!" the camera switched gears to show a submarine, with arcade-esque machines in it that Taylor and Crustacean were fighting over.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na," zooming into a "pod" of sorts near the arcade games, a virtual world that was full of immaculate fantasy aspects and monsters was shown.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" Nicolás, dressed as a knight, was running in fear as blasts of dark energy were tossed at the ground behind him, each blast destroying part of the ground.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" the camera revealed Thomas, in dark mage garb, as the source of the blasts, floating in the sky and laughing maniacally until Maggie, dressed as a witch, flew over to him on her broom and tackled him to the ground, making out with him before he blasted the camera with one of the energy balls.
Afterwards, the whole group was seen on a nautically themed aftermath stage, which Sebastian and Haley were at the center of, glaring at each other while all of the contestants, accompanied by Maggie, who was hugging Thomas tightly, whistled.
Natt stood outside of the door to Poseidon's office, his eyes fixed on a letter that was attached to it. He scanned each word, his narrow eyes showing that he felt something was sketchy about the note. "'To whom it may concern, My assistant and I will be absent from Atlantis for the following week. When we return, we will be taking all remaining contestants, the intern, Bonnie, and the two hosts along with us for a journey to continue the show in another underwater location that we've recently discovered. Until we return, Poseidon.'"
Natt paused, reading the note over a second and a third time, not feeling any less uneasy about it than the first time. "This wouldn't be happening if I didn't approach him the other day…he definitely knows something that he isn't telling me. You can hide from me and my questions all you want, but the next time I see you, I'm not letting you off the hook without getting my answers." The dull boy stepped away from the door, starting his walk to leave the space station before finding something in front of him on the floor.
"Eh? What's this?" Natt bent down to pick the item off of the ground, looking over it carefully to see that it was a pair of blue-framed glasses. The lenses were cracked a good deal, whoever had used them was definitely a lot rougher with them than they should've been. "I feel like I've seen these before, but I can't quite put my finger on it…oh, must be Nick's. He had glasses like this that busted up…I'll give it back to him when I see him." He tucked the glasses into his back pocket, continuing down the path to leave the station.
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"I don't like the feeling I get in my gut about this whole mess…Poseidon could easily tell me whatever he knows about this Father Time if it weren't such a big deal. Obviously, it must be something pretty huge if he's going through all this effort not to tell me what's up." Natt sighed while he leaned against the back wall of the booth. "I mean, up and leaving Atlantis in the hands of Chris and Chef and saying that he's going to bring us all along to some other place underwater? Something's up, I can smell it."
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Vicente stepped out of the boys' room to head outside, but as he shut the door behind him, he noticed that Zachary was just heading into the building. The two boys froze as they saw each other, each with one of their hands still on the door handle of the respective door they just walked through. They narrowed their eyes at each other, not sure exactly what they should've said to each other at that moment. "Vicente. You look pretty upset, is something the matter?" The actor loosened his expression a little bit to lower the tenseness of the air.
"Me? I'm perfectly fine, amigo…you seem a bit pale, yourself. You feeling under the weather at all?" Vicente finally let go of the door knob, his own look easing up a bit while he slowly started walking towards Zach. The two maintained eye contact the entire time, not even taking a break to blink. The reality TV pro thought to himself, "This is the guy that pulled that voodoo crap and messed with all of our heads that day…"
"No, no, I'm quite alright. Haven't been sick in years, Hollywood teaches you to stop being sick if you really want into showbiz." Zachary started walking towards the boys' room that his ex-teammate had just left. The two passed each other, and the actor had his own train of thought going as they did. "That well-dressed bastard knows about what happened with the orb, and he's here pretending he doesn't have a clue. I'm onto you, Vicente…you'd better keep your lips sealed about that."
"Well, that's…good, I suppose?" Vicente shrugged his shoulders before he finally reached the door to go outside. He set his hand down on the doorknob to open it, and Zach did the same to the boys' room door, but neither of them could twist the knobs. They just froze where they were again. Eventually, Vicente glanced back over his shoulder at the actor. "Hey, Zach…you remember that day that everyone couldn't really remember anything and we all had a huge headache?"
Zach flinched ever so slightly as he heard the question that was being asked to him. "...Yeah, I think I do remember something like that. Why do you bring it up all of the sudden? …Did you figure something out about that?"
"...No, no…it just crossed my mind, is all. Everyone seemed to gloss over it, but we all forget the events of one day collectively! You'd think we'd be making a bigger deal about it, right?" Vicente chuckled, shaking his head slightly. Zachary let out a deep breath before chuckling as well. "I just figured I'd bring it up, nothing more than that. I'll see you around, yeah?"
"Yeah, I'll-" Zachary tried to answer the boy, but as he looked back at the doorway, he noticed that Vicente had left already. The door slowly swung shut, and the relaxed expression that the actor had on his face tensed up again. He opened the door to the boys' room, taking a step inside before slamming it shut behind him.
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"There's no way that Vicente would just bring that day up in casual conversation like that…everybody forgot about it, myself included. I knew my thoughts were right after that headache the other day." Zachary stared at the camera with menacing eyes, bearing the same evil look he had back when he had the orb in his possession. "He-"
"Knows that I know about the orb, and I can tell that he's not going to let it slide." Vicente clasped his hands together as he leaned forward, staring into the camera. "But if I don't do anything about this, he'll go unpunished for everything he had done…including what he did to Alex. I'll have to-"
"Find a way to get rid of him before he gets rid of me first. If I just let him pry into this, it won't be long until-"
"I'm a goner. One thing's for sure, though. The second I get the opportunity to beat him-"
The camera showed a split view of the two boys, with Vicente on the right and Zachary on the left, each of them with intense looks on their faces. "He's going down."
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It was getting to be about that time, so of course, Chris had to kick on the loud speakers to ruin everyone's day. "Hey, hey, hey! Final nine! Hope you guys are ready for a challenge, cause, oh man, we got a great one in store for you! Why don't you do the honors and let them know where to come, hm?" Some muffled sounds could be heard, sounding something like someone handing off the microphone to another person.
"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" It was Bonnie's voice that came through on the speakers this time, and she sounded as promiscuous as ever. "I'm all dressed up, but it looks like I don't have a date to the prom or anything…you guys should totally come meet me where the circus tent used to be. I can hardly contain my excitement!" The audio feed cut out, leaving the contestants with an eerie feeling for what was to come.
The final nine made their way to the circus tent…or what should've been the circus tent, at least. In its place, there was a strange, dome-like structure. They all shared confused glances before they stepped into the building, the view inside immediately causing them to gasp. It was the ballroom from before, and Bonnie was still in the center of the room, with Chris right next to her. "Divers! You sure showed up fast! I'll keep in mind that you all come quickly to the sound of Bonnie's soothing voice."
"H-hang on just a rootin' tootin' minute, Chris!" Dusty blushed intensely while she glared at Chris for the rather perverse pun that he had made. "D-don't be saying gross things like that!"
"Of course you would be the prude one," Luna rolled her eyes at Dusty before getting a slap across the back of her head from the cowgirl. "Prude and violent…so charming."
"I love this kind of cat fight…if only I had a camera so I could watch it again later." Bonnie started drooling, causing both of the girls to blush and turn away from each other with their arms crossed across their chests. The intern rolled her eyes before she wiped the drool off of her chin.
"Your challenge today is going to be a really special one…as you heard on the overhead, Bonnie doesn't have a date for prom night! Every girl wants that night to be one to remember, so it'll be your job to make sure that it goes down without a hitch!" Chris clapped his hands, and Chef, who was standing near the rack with all the outfits on it, kicked the rack to the center of the room. The host smirked while the contestants saw the fancy clothes, their eyes all going wide. "Of course, you won't be able to make it a special night if you're all dressed up like a bunch of bums! Each of you will have to pick an outfit from the rack to wear…and no hats!"
Benjamin and Vicente glanced between each other for a moment, realizing that they were the only two wearing hats in the building. It took half a second for Chef to rush over to them and snatch the hats up like a stern teacher would. The boys slouched down and sighed, feeling naked without their classic headpieces. "The key part of prom night is the classic slow dance, as I'm sure most…well, at least two of you probably experienced at some point. Amelia, Luna, looking at you two." The actress and the model smirked evilly at the other seven contestants, each of which awkwardly looked away, except for Jianne, who had fire in her eyes.
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"I do seem to recall that I strung some boy along to my prom…I only needed him there as a partner for the dance, I could've cared less about him." Amelia held a picture from her prom in her hands, showing a nervous boy standing a few feet away from her. She tore the picture in two, tossing the pieces off to the side. "It's nice to be able to gloat to the losers that never went to prom, though."
"Ah…prom day…I remember it like it was yesterday. I had a couple of dance partners, actually…most of them actually paid me to be able to dance with me." Luna held a fat stack of cash in her hands, counting each bill with a grin on her face.
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"In any case, every one of you will be able to make up for your lack of a social life today…because you'll all be taking turns slow dancing with Bonnie!" Chris gestured to the intern, who playfully waved at the group, each of which was unsure how to feel about this. "She'll be judging all of you on your skill as a dancer…so you better be sure to bust your best moves! That's right, whoever Bonnie decrees as the worst dancer…will be effectively eliminated from the game!"
Chris pointed at the contestants in a threatening manner, each of them gasping soon after while Bonnie giggled like an innocent angel. "On the other end of the spectrum…the person that she declares the best dancer will be the winner of the challenge. Your prize for winning? Well, it's nothing less than seven minutes in heaven with the girl herself!" The intern's eyes went wide and a huge, perverted smile sprouted across her face.
"Oho! That's the best prize you've come up with!" Bonnie rubbed her hands together as her eyes wandered between each of the contestants. Most of them looked nervous…excluding the obvious Jianne, who was null to the implication that this had.
"Bonnie will try to keep things PG…but you're gonna have to fend for yourself in there. I mean, I passed by her room once while she was sleeping and she was sleep talking. She said something like, 'momma needs a smoochin' and she needs it pronto.' Those lips ain't gonna kiss themselves, after all."
"So…this is really more of a punishment to us than a reward…" Nicolás slumped down and let out a sigh, though Bonnie quickly threw a shoe at his head and knocked him flat to the ground.
"You all have got ten minutes to get into your proper prom attire! Once you're all dressed, we'll start with each of the dances! Punishment or not, winning is better than losing, so I don't wanna see any low effort dances! Give this girl a night to remember, would you?"
Confessional
"I have nothing against Bonnie, but I've seen how she gets when she really wants something…it can be kinda scary." Nicolás shuddered to himself as he thought about Bonnie attacking Chris with her whip in the pirate challenge and that time that Spear was around and she chased him down like a hound in heat. "I-I don't wanna lose, so I'll still try, but I'll hope that someone else does better than I do."
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It had been some time since the challenge was announced, and each of the contestants came back to the ball floor, each dressed appropriately for the occasion. Chris dimmed the lights to the room, turning on a spotlight, which he directed right at Bonnie. "Alright, Bonnie, you're allowed to pick the order of the dancers, so who will your first partner be? Choose wisely…ah, who am I kidding? I would just pick the one that looks the most terrified!"
"Hm…this is such a tough decision. Uh…let me see here…" Bonnie's eyes scanned the contestants at her disposal. Of course, she wanted her first partner to be someone that was a total stud. Her scanner eventually landed on Jianne, although mainly in confusion. "Why are you…?"
"In a tuxedo? Because, I just had to prove that I could make all of the boys look like a bunch of bums with how much I rock this shit!" Jianne stepped towards the center of the room, confidently placing one hand on her hip while pointing to the ceiling with her other hand. Her tuxedo was primarily black, that being the coat, pants, and shoes. Her vest and bow tie were both a deep blue color, and her dress shirt was a plain white color. She did look quite good in a tux…she even tied and slicked back her hair. "Now, I'm gonna show you how the number one dancer in all of Atlantis makes prom night memorable!"
Bonnie shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes as Jianne walked up to her. The competitive girl took hold of the pervert with her strong hands, being somewhat forceful, yet yielding in her grasp. She rested one hand on the center of Bonnie's back, using the other one to hold her right hand. Bonnie wrapped her free hand around Jianne's waist while looking down at her. "You know, I honestly thought you were taller. Gotta admit that I hardly paid attention to you when I saw you around."
"What!? I'm more than deserving of your attention, all eyes should be on me when I'm showing my skill!" Jianne dipped Bonnie down, holding her up quite easily with her one arm. The intern looked back up at Jianne, trying to get a glimpse at her chest, but sighing when she was reminded that she was wearing a tuxedo, so there wasn't much to be ogling.
"You know, I think I would be more into this if you weren't wearing a shirt." Bonnie sighed while Jianned pulled her back up to her feet.
"Is that supposed to be a challenge? You don't think I'll take my shirt off to woo you!? Ha! You are sorely mistaken, lady!" Jianne wasn't messing around, as she tore her jacket, vest, and shirt right off, just leaving her with her bra covering her chest. Bonnie started drooling at the sight, while the other contestants that were watching looked away out of embarrassment. Chef and Chris looked between each other as they manned the spotlight, the co-host shrugging his shoulders, not sure what to say. Jianne grabbed a hold of Bonnie again, lifting her up into the air and twirling around with her in her hands. Of course, Bonnie just kept staring at her chest the entire time, but Jianne didn't really seem to care.
Eventually, the dance that the two of them shared came to close, with Jianne setting Bonnie down on the floor and grabbing her jacket, which she slung over her left shoulder. "So, that was pretty good for your first prom dance, wasn't it?" The egoist had a smirk on her face, still unphased by the fact that she was shirtless.
"J-Jianne! Please…put your jacket back on or something!" Nicolás spoke up among the awkward crowd, Jianne soon sighing in response. She tossed her jacket back on, though she didn't button it up or anything. Bonnie's nose was dripping a few drops of blood, which splashed against the floor while a perverse smile popped onto her face.
"B-boobs…nice…" The pervert gave the egoist a thumbs up before falling to the floor and going unconscious.
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"The other girls around here may be too shy to show some skin, but if it's going to help me prove that I'm simply better than them in every way imaginable, then I'm gonna do it!" Jianne stood proudly, like a sailor first setting foot onto an uncharted country. Her jacket was slung over her shoulder again, further reinforcing that she didn't care who saw her without a shirt on.
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Bonnie had plugged her nostrils up with wads of tissues, each of which had some slight red staining due to the ongoing nosebleed. She was back up from the floor at least, and the pervy smile she wore only let people know that she was ready for more action. "Well, there are more guys than girls…I guess I could probably dance with one of the boys now. Let's see…Emo Steven, you probably have some experience with this sort of thing."
Natt rolled his eyes as the intern pointed at him, not much caring for the nickname she gave him. Much like his regular attire, Natt was wearing a tuxedo that was…well, all black. From head to toe, each article, the jacket, the vest, the shirt, the tie, the slacks, and the shoes were entirely black in color, no shine to anything. He looked as dull as ever as he stepped to the center of the dance floor, sighing before taking Bonnie's hand in his own and holding it firmly. "Just please don't get too touchy feely…I don't wanna have to explain anything shifty to Anne later."
"I'll try not to touch too much." Bonnie rolled her eyes while Natt started leading the dance. Contrary to Jianne, he took a much slower, and more passionate approach to the dance. His grip on her hand was rather gentle, as well, while Jianne was a tad bit rougher. At least in his case Bonnie was looking up at him. "Well, you're taller than the last girl, but you're holding me like this is your wedding and you're sharing a dance with your mother. You don't have an Oedipus complex, do you?" Natt glared beams to Bonnie's eyes, her smile loosening a bit. "It was a joke, ponytail. I have standards…I won't grope someone else's plaything."
"Well…I appreciate that, at least. Say, didn't you have some thing for Benjamin a while back? Dude's back around, but you seem like you haven't really been talking too much to the guy." Natt glanced over at the oaf, who was staring at the ceiling, entirely out of it. "Well, I guess you were pretty forward with him and he just wasn't getting the hints…that must've ticked you off, huh?"
"No…nothing like that." Bonnie lost her smile while she glanced down towards the floor. Natt had a minuscule look of confusion on his face. "I just…it seems to me that he's not the kind of guy I thought he was."
"Huh…I thought you were just after some muscle hunk or some hourglass shaped lady. Color me surprised." Bonnie stepped on Natt's foot, glaring at him while he hissed in pain. "Sorry, sorry…I don't mean to lump you in with all the other perverts around the world."
"Believe it or not, I've got some standards…Benjamin's hot enough for me, that's fine and all…but after what he did to Damien a little while back…" Bonnie paused in the dance, causing Natt to have to take total control of everything, including her own movement. "Well…I just don't see why he would do something like that to the one guy that doesn't treat him like a third class buffoon."
"I see what you mean…gee, Bonnie. You're actually…well, not a bad person." Bonnie glared at Natt again, the boy slightly shrugging his shoulders. "Sorry, again. Benjamin…well, things have never really clicked with him the way that they click with other people. I'm sure he does feel bad about what he did somewhere deep down in that meatheaded brain of his, but who knows what it'll take to get him to admit that?"
"Yeah…who knows?" Bonnie sighed as the dance finally came to a close. It wasn't anything spectacular or out of the ordinary, but the conversation at least gave her something out of it. "Alright, go scurry back to the others before I decide to take back my rules about fondling people that are already in relationships." Natt nodded to the intern, stepping away from her to head back to the group.
Confessional
"Well, now I just feel like a jerk for how I was talking to Bonnie earlier…it's just a little surprising to see her talk about something like that. It was weirdly…intelligent and compassionate, I suppose. Guess that's a good lesson for me on not judging a book by its cover." Natt sighed as he fumbled his hands together, refusing to look at the camera out of embarrassment.
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"Two dancers down, seven left to go! Who will our prom queen pick for her third? It could be anyone!" Chris tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth as he passed the spotlight manning task off to Chef. The co-host shook his head at the host, who didn't even look back at him.
"Hm…this is such a tough decision…" Bonnie tapped her chin while she looked over the remaining contestants at her disposal. Eventually, she stopped her gaze on one of them, rubbing her hands together with devious intent. "Nicolás, you seem like you could use a heaping plate of bonbons, come over here!" Nicolás shakily raised his hand to point up at his own face, shaking even more when Bonnie nodded at him.
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"Crap, crap, crap!" Nicolás held his hands against the side of his head, very visibly panicking as he thought about dancing with the intern. "This is exactly the type of thing I didn't wanna deal with! I have to dance with a girl and woo her so she won't eliminate me…I'm doomed!"
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Nicolás hesitantly stepped onto the dance floor, trembling with every single step he took. His tuxedo had a bit more color to it than some of the other ones that were in the room. The jacket was a forest green color, same with the pants and the shoes. The dress shirt he had chosen was a light blue color, with a white vest on top of it. His bowtie was done up a bit sloppily, but it still worked well, matching the vest with its white coloring. Bonnie kept on smiling at him all the way through his journey to her, though she was a bit confused to see him so shaky. "Gee, I didn't know I was pretty enough to make the boys quiver in their shoes."
"U-u-uh…" Nicolás gulped nervously, not sure what he was supposed to say to her. He held his hands up to her, each of them shaking like never before. He gently placed one on Bonnie's shoulder, and the other on her hip. The second the two of them made contact, Bonnie started shaking as well, his energy transferring into her through his hands. "I'm sorry!"
"It's fine! Just start dancing already…and try not to pee yourself." Bonnie wrapped her arms around Nicolás' waist, still feeling a bit awkward with all the shaking. Back where the others were standing, Zachary couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the nerdy boy trembling so much. Nicolás had a hard time even starting the dance, he was just that nervous. It didn't take long for Bonnie to actually start feeling sorry for the boy, and she slid his hands off of her. "You know, you're cute and all…but I'm not getting anything out of this."
Nicolás' gaze shifted down towards the floor as he realized just how poorly he had done. "Right…sorry…" The boy turned to walk back to the others, shuffling very slowly in doing so. Jianne frowned at the sight of the dejected boy, while Zachary continued to laugh at him, a glare being shot his way from Natt.
The actor stepped in front of the others, grinning as he looked over to Bonnie. "That really was lame if you ask me…how about I show you how a real man dances with a fine lady like you?" Bonnie blushed ever so slightly, not a huge fan of Zach's attitude, though she loved the initiative. He wore a white suit jacket, slacks, vest, and tie, with a red vest and red shoes to top the outfit off. "I promise, you'll be feeling much more alive after I'm through with you."
"Eh…why not?" Bonnie shrugged her shoulders and Zachary walked towards her. He took her in his arms much faster than she had expected him to, and he pulled her in close, letting her rest her head against his chest. She blushed as she used her cheek to sort of get a feel for the boy's muscle situation. "Gotta say, I love a man that's forward."
"Why make such a pretty little thing do all the work when I could just make her life easier and do it for her?" Zachary dipped the intern down before pulling her back up and twirling her until she ended up back into his arms, with her head against his chest again. Nicolás felt even more pitiful as he saw his bully outclassing him in every way imaginable. "I wouldn't wanna make a fool of myself like that chump before me, now would I?"
"...I guess not." Bonnie rolled her eyes at the snarky comment, but she couldn't help herself from grabbing Zach's buttocks and giving them a good squeeze, blushing intensely as she felt them. "S-so firm!"
"The Hollywood honchos show you exactly how to achieve peak performance, you know?" Zachary flexed his rear, making it even more firm than before and causing the tissues to fly out of Bonnie's nostrils as a crazy stream of blood burst from each one. The actor truthfully thought it was gross, but he did so love proving that Nicolás was pathetic, so he tried his best to ignore it. He reached into his jacket pocket with one arm, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping her nose with it. "Careful now…we can't have you dying on the dance floor. I know, I can be quite the heart stopper."
"N-nice butt…very nice butt…" Bonnie sighed in delight, but before she knew it, their dance was over. Zachary stepped away from her, causing her to look over at him with a saddened expression. He blew a kiss to her, which she caught in the air and shoved down her bra. The actor shook his head and chuckled while he walked back to the others, making sure to shine a cocky smile to Nicolás.
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"What can I say? Ladies love the Batguy charm!" Zachary grinned, his teeth seeming to shine in the light. "Besides, an opportunity to make Nicolás lose ain't something I'd wanna pass on…even if Vicente is more of a worry to me right now."
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Bonnie finally recovered from the second massive blood loss that she had taken, but the perverse look in her eyes made it clear that that was just the beginning of her and her naughtiness. "Okay…okay…I've done a lot of the guys, so I'm gonna pick one of the ladies now!" The intern licked her lips as she stared Luna dead in the eyes, beckoning to come over with her finger. "Show me how a model dances on her prom night."
"Fine, but I'm slapping you if you so much as lay a finger on my chest." Bonnie shrugged her shoulders while Luna started towards her. The model was wearing a lilac colored dress. It was sleeveless, and the cut off for the skirt was halfway down her calves. There was a white sash around her waist, and she had a fuzzy, white scarf draping over her shoulders. Her heels were lilac colored and sparkly, though they didn't add much to her already meager height.
"I'll settle for you grabbing one of mine, I guess." Luna glared at Bonnie as she placed her hand on her shoulder, with her other hand going around her waist and almost touching her rear. The intern tried to shuffle a bit so that Luna's hand would slip down, but the model had a firm enough grasp on her to avoid that happening. Bonnie sighed as they started dancing, unamused with how stubborn her partner was being. "Man, I thought you would be more interesting than this…"
"Oh, don't you even start, you pervert. You should be glad enough that you get to have my hands on you at all." Luna danced very slowly, much like Natt did before. There wasn't a lot of movement, but the warmth that the two were sharing from the close distance between them sort of made up for that. "You wouldn't even be able to pay me enough to get me to grope you."
"How much money are we talking?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow at the model while grinning at her. "I've got five dollars to my name and an unlimited supply of freshly bottled yak milk, if that works for you?"
"Yak milk? That is absolutely vile…I would never drink any animal's milk. If I'm going to drink milk at all, it'll be coconut, of course." Luna voiced her disgust, but Bonnie didn't seem to care, as she was more so fixating on the fact that coconut's kinda looked like breasts in some weird way. The model let out a sigh and let go of her dance partner. "That's all you're getting out of me…you'll have to perv out on one of the others now."
"Aw, but I didn't even get to finish!" Bonnie grumbled to herself while Luna re-joined the group. There were only four contestants that hadn't had the chance to dance with her yet, so it was just a matter of picking who was next. She was saving a certain someone for last, so her eyes wound up landing on Dusty. "Eh…I guess you're up, cowgirl."
"Well, don't sound too enthusiastic now…" Dusty sighed before kissing Vicente on the cheek and running over to join Bonnie. The cowgirl was wearing a bright red dress with what seemed to be mud stains speckled about on it. Her shoes of choice were brown, leather cowboy boots, of course. She very much wanted to wear a cowboy hat to match the fit, but with Chris's rule in place, that wasn't really a possibility. "Ya ready for a good ol' hoedown, er what?"
"There's going to be hoes you say?" Bonnie's eyes perked up in excitement, but this only garnered another sigh from the cowgirl. Dusty was a bit rougher with her hands than the other contestants were, but this was something that Bonnie seemed to enjoy quite a lot. Each drastic movement that Dusty made had the intern looking at her chest and smiling like an idiot. "You definitely do know how to make these sorts of dances more interesting!" The dirty girl started to reach her hand towards Dusty's chest, but she stopped herself. "N-no! You can look, but you can't touch!"
"Are ya really having an argument with yerself about touching my chest right now?" Dusty wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brow. Perverts were the sort of people that she just couldn't stand, but she was willing to do whatever it took to stay in the game. "Whatever, but don't get cranky with me if I smack ya right upside yer face if you actually do it."
"Hm…that trade off might be worth it?" Bonnie glanced back towards the crowd to see that Vicente was shaking his head at her. She rolled her eyes before looking back at Dusty's chest out of want. "I can't let myself get into that habit or I may just not stop."
"Well, I can at least respect the honesty…even though it's still coming from a dirty pervert." Dusty finally finished her dance with Bonnie, which felt like more of a prison sentence than anything else. "Do me a favor, would ya? Don't be grabbing Vicho's butt like ya did with Zachary earlier, mmk?"
"Sure, sure, I'll try to remember not to if it helps you sleep at night." Bonnie shrugged while Dusty walked away from her.
Confessional
"If there is one group of people that I really can't stand, it's gotta be perverts. I grew up with a model mother…a swimsuit model mother. Ya wouldn't believe the things I've heard classmates tell me 'bout her…it's straight nasty." Dusty crossed her arms and furrowed her brow at the camera.
"All these girls are being so prude and modest…how am I supposed to have any fun when I'm not allowed to grab a single boobie?" Bonnie sighed and slouched down in her seat, "I should've taken the chance with Jianne when she was dancing with me."
Confessional End
With only three contestants left for Bonnie to have her turn dancing with, the choice became harder and harder…at least the two of them were hard to choose from. She was certain of who that last pick was going to be, but that one choice was nagging in her head. "Uh…uh…Benjamin, I guess you can dance with me now…"
"You betcha!" Benjamin jumped to attention and rushed right over to Bonnie, clapping his hands together excitedly. "We don't have to slow dance, do we? We can make it be something a bit more exciting, right?" Benjamin was wearing a bright blue tuxedo jacket and pants with a black vest and a white dress shirt. His tie was black to match the vest, and his shoes were the same blue that his jacket and pants were.
"Uh…I guess that's fine or whatever." Bonnie didn't seem to be too enthusiastic to dance with Benjamin, but things changed when the boy snapped his fingers. The lighting situation suddenly shifted gears entirely, with pink and green speckles dancing about the floor. The music picked up in pace as well, something that Bonnie wasn't expecting to happen at all. Benjamin took her in one of his arms, pulling her in close and smiling down at her. "W-woah…what's with all the music changes and everything?"
"It's more fun if the music is bouncing like this! I don't wanna listen to the slow songs…they're no good for dancing!" Benjamin lifted Bonnie into the air, tossing her up before catching her with one arm and dipping her low to the floor. When he pulled her back up, he bopped his nose against hers, causing her to blush out of something other than her own pervertedness for once. "Don't you think so?"
"I didn't take you for much of a dancer…or a charmer, either. Can't say it's something I'm against." Bonnie slightly smiled, her face still a bright red color from her own astonishment. Benjamin twirled her so fast that she spun off to the side, but she seemed to boomerang right back to him, landing in his arms. "Y-you really do know your moves…"
"When your mind is an empty wasteland like mine is, you need to fill some of the gaps with fun dancing moves and chalk! Mmm…chalk." Benjamin licked his lips at the thought of chalk, turning Bonnie off slightly, but the way he was moving got her right back into the mood of the dance. "Why do you seem so upset?"
"Upset? I'm not…upset…" Bonnie looked away from the boy while he danced her about, thinking about what was eating at her. "Well…I did want to ask about Damien."
"Damien? What about him?" Benjamin twirled the girl again before pulling her in close and smiling down at her. She looked up at him with her worried eyes, debating if she should actually press on with the conversation or not.
"Well…just the whole thing that happened after the trench challenge. I mean, you eliminated him in your place for…something that wasn't even his fault. Tony's elimination was all on Amelia…why didn't you just ask someone else to read that note for you?" Bonnie had a serious look on her face, the blush finally fleeing from her cheeks.
"Huh? Oh, Amelia did all of that? That's crazy, I never would've guessed it!" Benjamin chuckled slightly, the sound of his laughter making Bonnie feel extremely uneasy about him. "But it's okay, Damien may be out of the game but that's just fine!"
"But…it wasn't his fault…and he was your best friend. You seriously don't feel any bad about doing that to your own best friend?" Benjamin tapped his chin with one hand while Bonnie stared at him, waiting for an answer. The boy shrugged his shoulders, causing Bonnie to glare dead at him. "You're just gonna shrug it off like nothing happened at all? That's…you can't do that!"
"Uh…why not? It's all done already anyways, it's not like he's gonna be coming back to the game or anything." Benjamin chuckled again, only for Bonnie to push him away from her. "Huh? Are we done dancing now?"
"Yeah, we're done. Go back to the others." Bonnie crossed her arms and looked away from Benjamin, who shrugged his shoulders and hurried back to the rest of the group.
Confessional
"Not an ounce of remorse in Benjamin's body for cheating his best friend out of the game…and it was for the sake of Tony! Really!? Of all people you're going to trust, you put your trust in the guy that openly backstabbed you last season!?" Bonnie's face was red, this time not out of being flustered or turned on, but with anger.
Confessional End
There were only two contestants left at this point, and Bonnie still had some residual anger from her conversation with Benjamin before. "I'm getting kind of tired of this now, so sorry in advance for not getting super into these next two dances or whatever. Vicente, get over here so we can get this over with." Bonnie pointed at the boy, who wasn't expecting her to sound…well, as angry as she did.
"Alright, I will…geez." Vicente started walking towards Bonnie, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he did. He wasn't wearing a suit jacket, unlike the other boys. He did have a white vest over a black dress shirt, and a white tie as well. His dress pants were black, but his shoes were white, so it was an interesting mix of the neutrals at least. "You being all bummed out right now isn't going to have any negative effects on my score or anything, is it?"
"Just shush and start dancing with me already, I'm over this." Bonnie snapped back at the boy, who was taken aback by the suddenness of her rage. He took her in his arms delicately, not wanting to make her even more angry than she already was. "I'll even make it easy on you: you don't even have to try to impress me."
"Ay caramba, I've never seen you this angry before." Vicente started to dance with the girl rather slowly, still trying not to aggravate her too much. He noticed the nasty expression on her face and glanced back at Dusty as if he was looking for some help. The cowgirl shrugged and he looked back to the intern. "Uh…did you maybe wanna talk about why you're so upset? I mean, I won't force you to, but maybe it'll help."
"Me and you have hardly talked before, why would you wanna pester me about that now?" Bonnie looked dead into Vicente's eyes, squinting fiercely at him. He gulped from nervous tension, but he had a calm look on his face. The intern sighed and looked off to the side of the room, that anger still visible. "I'm tired of people taking advantage of their friends and basically stabbing them in the back. Whether it be out of their own stupidity or something else…it's a total turn off for me."
"Eh? Are you talking about something that happened in the show, or…?" Vicente looked back at the group with the others again, trying to see what she might've been getting at, though it wasn't clicking.
"It doesn't matter if its here or if it's in general. Too many people will cast their friends aside just because they can, and it isn't right. It's like if my friends started going around and telling everyone that I was a whore to make them look innocent by comparison." Bonnie looked back over to Vicente, seeing that he was now glancing away and whistling awkwardly. "I'm not a whore! I simply know when to admire a nice piece of ass when I see it. And I wanna touch a lot."
"Right, uh…didn't mean to make it seem like I thought that about you. Anyways, that's kind of what happens in shows like this…I know from experience. People will build up friendships, but if it means that they can keep going forward, they'll burn those bridges faster that you can say 'backstabber.'"
"It's always the people that don't deserve it that gotta deal with that stuff too. Damien was a nice guy that-"
"This is about Damien?" Vicente cocked his head to the side, and Bonnie paused in thought, realizing she let his name slip again. She let out a long sigh while the reality TV pro waited for her to keep talking.
"Yes, it's about Damien…he didn't do anything to deserve what Benjamin did to him a few weeks back. He's just a cute, innocent piece of eye candy that got unfairly kicked out of the game by someone that was really close to him. Ugh, I'm done talking about this! Natt bothered me about it earlier, now you are, just go back to the others!" Bonnie let go of Vicente and stepped back from him, cueing the boy to return to the others. He glanced at Benjamin as he passed him by, the oaf nonchalantly staring at the ceiling in endless wonder.
"I do believe this means it's my turn to dance with the intern, right?" Amelia smirked as she stepped towards the center of the dance floor, her typical spunk all about her. She was wearing a dress that was white on the top with sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists and billowed out a bit. There was a light blue sash that wrapped around her waist, which helped segue the dress into a dark blue color that covered the entirety of the skirt, which dropped just past her knees. She had platform heels on. They were primarily white, though the straps along the tops of them were that same dark blue color. "You'll behave with me, won't you? Wouldn't wanna have to hit you with a harassment lawsuit."
"You're lucky my mood was killed, or I so would've wanted to test that boundary." Bonnie sighed as Amelia took her in her arms, not even getting any of the enjoyment from the dance that she was most looking forward to. She thought to herself, "I waited all this time to dance with Amelia, and I can't even enjoy now because of that gargantuan dumbass. Serves me right for being too polite…it's times like this that I wish the horny in me was always in control."
"I actually can't believe you're practically just standing here…color me impressed. I never thought you to be the type that could show any restraint." Amelia snickered to herself, getting a dull look back from Bonnie before the intern raised her hand and squeezed on her chest. There was a moment of silence before the actress slapped the intern across the face and rushed back to the others in a huff. Bonnie rubbed her reddened cheek before turning to face the camera with a straight face and giving it a thumbs up.
Confessional
Bonnie kept rubbing her cheek and holding that thumbs up without making any slight face. "That was so worth it, Hollywood boobies are definitely a ten out of ten."
Amelia was facing away from the camera, frantically scrubbing at her chest with some soap and a sponge. "That dirty pervert thought it was okay to touch me like that! Ugh! I'll have her head for that!"
Bonnie poked her head through the confessional door, causing Amelia to scream and cover her chest with her arms so the intern couldn't see anything. "You want me to give you head, you say?"
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
Confessional End
Bonnie stood next to Chris in the center of the ballroom, each of the two of them looking over the nine contestants that she had danced with during the challenge. "Well, Bonnie, you've got some choices to make. For starters, you'll have to pick the contestant that gave you the most memorable dance to join you for seven minutes in heaven. Of course, that contestant can't be eliminated, but the jury is out on the other eight of them. Well? Who's it gonna be?"
"Hm…while I would like to say that grabbing Amelia's boob was the most memorable thing for me, I can't say I was much of a fan of the slap she gave me right after." Bonnie looked towards Amelia, who was steaming with rage and quite red in the face. The intern shook her head and glanced over the other contestants again. "That being the case, I can confidently say that the only other contestant that really gave me what I was looking for was…well, Zach."
"And the king has won another heart over! What do you make of that?" Zachary proudly walked over to Bonnie's side, grinning as he turned to face the others. He looked at Nicolás with utter cockiness dousing his entire face. "Not like anyone else in the game really stood a chance against me anyways."
"So, Zachary is our challenge winner! That's all well and fine, buuuuut…" Chris shoved Zachary aside with one hand, the actor yelping as he fell and slammed against the floor. "Bonnie, you've still got one more choice to make. You've picked out the best dancer…so who was the absolute worst dancer of the night? Don't feel bad about telling someone that they sucked…it's only five million dollars that they're losing out on."
"I could do without the added pressure, you DILF." Bonnie glared at Chris, the host having a mix of emotions running through his head after she called him a DILF. She looked back to the eight contestants that were still at her disposal for picking, her eyes scanning each one carefully. Natt stood there in silence, looking off to the side to avoid eye contact. Jianne was glaring at Zachary, absolutely peeved to the max that she didn't win the challenge. Dusty was picking Vicente up and lifting him in the air, causing the boy in question to blush out of embarrassment. Benjamin smiled and waved back to the intern, blissfully stupid as he usually was. Luna and Amelia glared at her, each annoyed by the breast grabbing that had occurred to the actress. Then, there was Nicolás, who was staring down at the floor in defeat, knowing just how much of a failure he was during the contest.
"You know, going off of everything that happened tonight…there really was one contestant who didn't give me that much of a memorable dance. I'm sorry, but that dishonor falls to…"
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"...Nicolás." Bonnie uttered the nerd's name, though this really didn't shock him in the slightest. He knew he messed the challenge up pretty bad, and if he was going to lose because of his own weakness, then that was that. He sighed before turning to head to the door to the outside. "But…" Everyone looked back to Bonnie, Nicolás included, unsure why she was speaking up again. "...There was also a contestant that broke the rules of the challenge. I do believe that Chris mentioned earlier that you were all supposed to slow dance with me. Unfortunately, one of you decided that slow dancing was lame, and that you were above the rules. Benjamin, you're donezo."
The crowd gasped, all except for Benjamin, who was still smiling like a doofus. He slowly raised his finger to point to himself, looking at Bonnie in question. She nodded her head back at him, finally causing his smile to fade. "...But I thought I gave you a really good dance earlier. Isn't it not very fair to eliminate me because I was going a bit too speedy or something?"
"Hm…I dunno, Ben. Sounds like something you'll have to think about when you're getting taken away on the submarine, doesn't it?" Bonnie picked Zachary up off of the floor before glaring back at Benjamin. "I've heard unfair eliminations suck…especially when they come from someone that you thought you were friends with."
The point finally stuck to Benjamin's brain…well, it didn't at first, but by the time the group had gone to the fish bowl and he was standing before the Water Slide of Shame, it all made sense. All the talk about Damien before, the sudden stopping from the dance they were sharing, and the lack of enthusiasm for the rest of the challenge. Benjamin stared down into the water slide's opening before glancing behind him to see Chris standing with seven of the other contestants, the only character missing being Zach and Bonnie. The host stepped to the front of the group, a cheesy grin on his face. "Well, Benjamin, you went and lost your shot at the five million dollars…a second time. Do you have any last words for us before you take a tumble down that slide?"
"Um…I dunno, is Damien around here? He's probably really mad at me right now, and I should apologize to him, right?" Benjamin rubbed the back of his neck while he waited for Chris to answer his question, but the host could only stare at him in disappointment. "Oh…right…forgot about that. Again. Well…I'll go find him on my own, then! Geronimo!" The oaf leapt into the air before diving down into the water slide, slipping all the way down to the Submarine of Losers and getting pulled away from Atlantis.
"Well, looks like that's one idiot out of my hair…if only I could find a way to get rid of the others that are still around here!" Chris shrugged his shoulders and grinned again while the rest of the crowd left the fish bowl, each of them thoroughly annoyed with his antics. "Only eight people are left in the game! Who will be the next to fall? Who will surprise us the most? Find out-" Chris was suddenly interrupted by the sound of Zachary's echoing screams, something that was music to his ears. "...Next time on Total Drama: Lost City!"
Author's Notes:
*See? Bonnie has a heart in that horny husk of a body after all! Her arc with Benjamin was always a fun one to plan out for this season. Of course, she would wanna date the tall oaf at first, but she's got enough smarts to know that what he did to Damien was less classy than she is herself! We've only got seven more episodes to go, and only eight contestants left in total! Very excited for the main plots of the season to wrap up!
*Placements: No Placement - Sebastian, Haley, Jett; 22nd - Crustacean; 21st - Thomas; 20th - Archie; 19th - Anne; 18th - Alex; 17th - Taylor; 16th/15th - Liz/Tony; 14th - Flint; 13th - Gretchen; 12th - March; 11th - Damien; 10th - Alexis; 9th - Benjamin