Rather than opening on the usual Scrap Island that everyone had grown used to, the episode started in a different, yet familiar, way. A black screen with letters flying around on it, all while a guitar riff played. The letter "T" flew across the blank space, being followed with a clip from one of the previous episodes, what looked to be the very first one, with Alice in the confessional.
"'Theodore is creepy,' Alice grumbled. 'If you're gonna crush on me, fine, whatever. But the least he could do is just be himself.'"
When the clip cut out, the letter "D" flew across the blank screen, again, being followed by a clip, this time one from the second episode. It was from when everyone had to go outside to meet with Belladonna and Dana about the cactus.
"Theodore glanced over at her from his own team, sighing as he looked down at himself and seeing that he put himself in his swim trunks to beat the heat. They were black as well, with "#TeddyOnTotalDrama" on the back of them."
The next letter to fly by was an "S", soon being followed by another clip. This one was from a mini-episode, the one where Theodore and Alice were hanging out in the nature zone.
"'...You wouldn't get it. Just leave me alone and go flirt with someone else...and get rid of the dye in your hair.'"
The letter "I" flew by this time, being followed by a clip from the very same mini-episode, just a little bit later in it. After Alice shooed him away, but he refused, and came back.
"'You just seem like you could use some encouragement...or maybe just a friend."'
'...You're a really bad listener, you know that?'
'Haha, yeah. I'm on three energy drinks right now, I can be kinda wacky.'
He chuckled a little, causing her to let out a slight giggle before covering her own mouth. She rolled her eyes, eventually turning her attention to the sky that Theodore was looking at and relaxing against the tree."
Finally, the last letter flew by, this one being an "A." It was followed by another clip, this one from the confessional Alice had done in the episode in the nature zone.
"'Ah, so we end up going back to nature,' Alice seemed a lot more giddy than usual, 'I can enjoy myself here with the plants, the animals, and the fresh air. I wonder what happened to Teddy, thou- agh! Why am I thinking about him!? Bad, Alice, bad! He's just a crazy boy, he probably tried to throw a rock at a trampoline or something!'"
The letters pieced themselves together to spell out "TDSI: A," and just like that, the guitar riff finished and the letters disappeared from everyone's sight.
The camera suddenly flew into the sky, being struck by a massive chunk of debris and knocking it back to the ground, only to be picked up by a cute, blue and silver striped robot with one wheel that it used to move.
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," the robot pointed the camera at Theodore at a cafeteria table, pounding down energy drinks like a champ, his eyes twitching from the caffeine while Larida looked concerned for his health.
"You guys are on my mind," at a nearby table, Ronnie was arm wrestling Mitchell, winning easily and slamming him straight through the table, causing Celeste to run over and start screaming at the powerhouse.
"You asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer's plain to see," the robot wheeled its way out of the cafeteria, showing a junkyard with Vernon scribbling something down in silence and Ivy looking over his shoulder to peek at it, until Blaster popped out of one of the garbage piles, scaring him and making his papers fly off into the sky.
"I wanna be famous!" Vernon ran after his papers, leaving Ivy behind in confusion, eventually passing by Margaret and Daniel as they were making out while surrounded by four intense looking mafia thugs, one who spotted the camera and chased after it.
"I wanna live close to the sun," the robot wheeled away from the mafia goon, passing by Zane and Bunny, the latter who was bugging the boy by holding a mic up to his face, which he tried to shove away.
"So pack your bags, cause I've already won," Fridge carried Caleb on his shoulders across from Aaron, who had Dana on his own shoulders, the two up top slapping at each other as the robot passed by.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day," as the robot continued to roll around, it finally made its way out of the junkyard and to the remnants of Cali-Tokyo, where Buck was attempting to profess his love to Yves, who was all flustered by the gesture.
"I wanna be famous!" nearby, atop a pile of rubble, Brittany was making fun of Valerie, who let out a sigh and pushed her off the pile and onto the ground.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na," near the pile, there was some barrels of toxic waste, which inspired Mitzy, who scribbled something down on a blank sheet while Alice was absolutely appalled by the sight.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" CJ was being chased by a massive and terrifying robot with six legs and two clawed arms, which then noticed the robot with the camera and chased after it, causing it to drop the camera.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" the camera feed cut to the aftermath stage, showing an Calvin trying to kiss Max, who, out of embarrassment, belched right in his face.
The two were soon shoved aside by Capone, who rolled his eyes at them, while Sunny, next to him, waved happily to the camera with a huge smile on her face. Maggie popped up between the two of them, an acoustic guitar around her back, hugging them both tightly and snickering while the camera panned out to show the whole cast sitting in the risers, with the little robot sitting next to Caleb, and Franchesco standing off to the side with a glare fixed on Maggie.
When the iconic intro finished playing, the scene that was laid was still nowhere on the island itself, but somewhere else. It was the aftermath stage, which had two couches in the center, both facing each other with a table in the center of them and a large, flat screen tv hanging from the ceiling behind them. There was a set of risers off to the far right of the stage, though they were completely empty. There was also an odd sort of DJ booth at the far left, which the chaotic Maggie sat behind, scratching at some discs and fiddling with the music that was playing as Sunny and Capone burst out from stage right, each heading to the center of the stage and taking a bow while fans in the live audience applauded them. Sunny smiled and waved after her bow, while Capone kissed his muscles and flexed for all to see.
"Welcome, everyone!" Sunny greeted in her gorgeous voice, "To the To-"
She was quickly shoved aside by Capone, causing her to plop down onto the sofa on the left of the table. She glared at him from where she was now seated, and whistled loudly.
"To the Total Drama-" Capone was cut off by a large man standing behind him and tapping his shoulder.
He turned to face Sunny's bodyguard, Franchesco, who had his arms crossed and was red in the face. With a gulp of fear, Capone sat down on the couch, right next to Sunny, and kept his mouth shut, allowing her to finish the brief intro while the bodyguard headed off the stage.
"To the Total Drama Scrap Island: Aftermath!"
When she finished the intro, the fans in the audience cheered even louder before simmering down when she waved her hand at them. Off to the side, Maggie grabbed an intern by the hand, pulling them into the DJ booth and leaping over it to join her two compadres on the couch, both of which she pulled in for a tight hug.
"We're your hosts," the show's resident crazy lady started, "Maniacal Maggie Devoe, Sunny "Sunshine" Noir, and Caposer!"
"It's Capone!" the boy hissed, wiggling his way out of Maggie's grasp.
"Whatever, Capissbaby," Sunny taunted him, sticking her tongue out at him soon after.
"We've got lots of fun stuff in store for all of you today," Maggie continued, still hugging Sunny tightly, much to Franchesco displeasure, "Tell them what we're gonna do, Funny Sunny!"
"Aw, giving me the honors on the very first Aftermath? How sweet! We've got interviews lined up for the four losers of Scrap Island! That's right, you'll get a chance to see Daniel, Larida, Mitchell, and Alice up on this stage with us, where we'll be asking them questions that fans of the show, like yourselves, sent in! We've also got a fun little game for each of them to play, but we're gonna keep that one a secret for now! Cappuccino, tell them about our sponsors for tonight's episode!"
"Oh, I get to talk now?" an irritated Capone rolled his eyes at the idol, "We've got three sponsors for our lovely little show tonight. Be on the look out for special ad's that've been sent in for your viewing pleasure for Libby Grace's 'Boss Ass Bitch Nail Glitter,' the Quinn Family's 'Knight Training Course,' and last, but not least, Ticket Boss, where you can tickets to see bands like Bloody Prom Queens, Ell Oh Vee Ee, and The Irish Mob live!"
"But let's not waste any more time talking about what's going to happen," Sunny continued, standing from her seat, "Let's just make it happen! Everybody, put your hands together for the one, the only, Daniel the Party Animal!"
The idol gestured off to stage left, where the former contestant emerged, waving to all the fans and cameras with a smile on his face. As he neared the open couch, the fans cheered loudly. He quickly shook Sunny's hand, and the two sat down, with the boy feeling a sudden intensity from having three people staring at him directly.
"Daniel, it's so nice to have you here!" Capone greeted the boy, "Is what I would say if I was a loser who thought you were cooler than me! Ohhhhh! You just got slam dunked in style by the Cap-one and only!"
"Er...alright then, what's his deal?" Daniel asked the idol.
"Some undeserved superiority complex, you know how it is with those muscular types," she replied, causing Capone to glare right at her, "But, Daniel, you're the first guest on Scrap Island's aftermath segment! How does that make you feel?"
"I mean, it's cool to be here at the start of something, but it kinda blows that I was eliminated so early. I didn't even think I did anything wrong!"
"Funny thing about your elimination," Maggie butted in, a grin on her face, "Did you know that the entirety of it was rigged against you by the efforts of one person?"
"I had some suspicions, but I was hoping they wouldn't come to be."
"That's right! Yves, one of your former teammates, rigged the whole thing! We've got a confessional that never aired on the show about what she did entirely, and we figured that there would be no better time than while you're right here with us! Everybody, here it is!"
The group looked up to the massive hanging tv, which sparked up in some static at first before cutting to the confessional room with Yves in it. She had a slightly upset look on her face, as if she really didn't want to do what she was doing.
"Okay...you just have to think about how he'll be the least missed person on our team," Yves tried to push herself to go through with her plan, "He has nobody on this team, but everyone else has at least one person. We don't need him to go forward with us...he's practically a nobody on this team!"
Those last few words echoed over and over through Daniel's ears, and he couldn't help but droop his head down sadly. The clip cut out shortly after and Maggie leaned over the table, grinning like a crocodile right at the boy.
"Aw, is someone upset cause they got called useless?"
"Now, now, crazy pal," Sunny pulled Maggie back to the couch, shaking her head at her, "We don't wanna make him so sad after just pulling him onto the stage. We still gotta squeeze some entertainment out of him, don't we, Capterpiller?"
"Would ya just call me by my name!?" Capone snapped at Sunny, "You're 'witty' nicknames are getting less and less funny with each one you say."
"Well," Daniel glanced up from his momentary depression, "It wouldn't be so bad if you had a unique name, but we've already got a Capone around these parts. Big fella, could totally turn you into mince meat if you looked at him wrong, maybe you've seen him?"
"Enough! This is supposed to be about you, a loser, not me, a winner. Now, Daniel, we've got some question for you from some of our viewers! Things that everyone is dying to know after your time on the show! Our first question, from MrRuff, How far do you think Margaret will go on without you?"
"Psh, you kidding me?" Daniel seemed to lose that upset exterior as he leaned back on the couch, looking a lot more confident than he was before, "Margaret doesn't need anybody with her to go far on her own. She's a through and through badass, no matter how you look at it. I may be out, but I know she's not gonna let that keep her from pushing forward."
"And a follow up question, this time from LittleRedline. How do you feel knowing that Margaret is basically spycamming you now?"
"Wait, what?"
"It's true!" Sunny butted in, stealing the spotlight away from Capone, per usual. "Margaret had her goons show up a little while back to set up a camera in the studio so she could watch you play your guitar and dance! Isn't that sweet?"
A choir of "aws" emerged from the audience, and Daniel even blushed a little bit, turning away from them for a moment before looking back over with a goofy little smile on his face.
"Alright, loverboy," Capone continued, still annoyed by Sunny's very presence, "We've still got two more fan questions for you tonight. From Alexneushoorn, are you mad at Yves for what she did to you? I mean, if I were in your lame shoes, I definitely would be."
"I mean...I should be, shouldn't I?" Daniel asked himself as he scratched his chin in thought, "But there's this part of me that's telling me she had a reason for what she did. Now, I don't know what that reason could possibly be...but I don't think Yves would go against her own team unless she had to, y'know? So...no, I'm not mad...anymore, at least."
"Weeeeeeeak. Whatever, lame-o, we're moving on to your last question. This one is from lordgemini. Is there any newbie in the cast that you wish you would've gotten more time to interact with?"
"Oh, yeah! Definitely that Fridge dude! I don't know about you guys, but if there's anyone who seems like they would be fun to party with, it's him. Plus, I'd imagine it he'd be really friendly, you know? Just a really nice guy to be around."
"Thanks for your stupid answers, bozo. That's all the fan questions we have for you tonight, but I do have one for our very own Sunny really quick. Well...it isn't really a question...or a sentence...just kind of a noise, I guess? From XxKSBFFFLxX, 'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!'"
"Wait a minute," Sunny thought about it for a second before gasping, "Get out of here, is that real!?"
"Yeah...super weird, but definitely real."
"Those are...! If they're messaging us, that must be really important! Maggie, I've gotta make a phone call really quick, you should test out that bit you had in mind!"
"Oh, yay yay yay!" Maggie clapped her hands rapidly while Sunny ran off stage, "Daniel, you should be super excited, because you're about to be the first person ever to test out...Truth or Stink Bomb!"
"Well, that sounds- wait, what?" Daniel's eyes suddenly widened as Maggie pulled out a large grenade looking object, one which had flies buzzing around it, "W-w-what is that thing!?"
"Adoy, it's a stink bomb. Weren't you listening to me just now? Kukuku, catch!"
The crazy host tossed the bomb over to Daniel, who scooted to the side of the couch, causing it to plop down next to him. He immediately plugged his nose to avoid the stench while both Maggie and Capone laughed at him.
"This segment is pretty simple, really. I'm gonna ask you a series of questions, at the most, three. All you have to do is answer the questions truthfully...but if you don't, that bomb will go kaboom! That's right! You'll get bombarded with the sewage that's in that bomb! Good luck trying to get rid of that stench with a shower. So, you ready?"
"Uh, I don't know if-"
"Great! First question, do you honestly think that mean Margaret is good girlfriend material, or even attractive for that matter?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course she is, she's a badass! I don't know about you, but every guy I know would kill to be able to date a girl that's half as cool as Margaret is. And she's hot, but that's just an added bonus."
Maggie glanced over at the bomb, waiting for some sort of explosion. When it stayed intact, she lost the crazy smile on her face and glared back over at the boy.
"Alright then, bad taste in women. Next question, weren't you just really mad when she caused your elimination last season? I mean, you totally could've gone to the finale if it wasn't for her."
"Correction, if it wasn't for her goons. Those fellas...and the lady fella, are the reason I got eliminated, I know Margaret didn't even want them there to begin with. So, no, I'm not mad at her for that and I never was."
Again, Maggie glanced over at the bomb, noticing that it wasn't detonating and getting even angrier than before. She gritted her teeth for a moment before suddenly smiling again.
"So, you're rooting for Margaret to go to the finale, then?"
"Yeah, of course!"
Without a second to waste, the bomb suddenly exploded, splattering the boy and couch entirely with sewage while Maggie cackled maniacally, high fiving Capone, who was laughing so hard his sides hurt.
"So, who're you really rooting for then?"
"Margaret! I'm rooting for Margaret!"
Maggie tossed another grenade at the boy, causing it explode and slather him in even more sewage than before. She continued laughing while Capone was now rolling around on the floor from the hilarity. He stood from the ground soon enough, wiping a single tear from his eye.
"Man, that bit is just too good!" the boy struggled to speak from how hard he was laughing, "We're gonna take a quick break to get this couch swapped out with a new one, but for now, you all can enjoy this ad from one of our sponsors!"
The screen cut out into static before suddenly lighting up with an image of Phoebe, though she was acting as Libby, with a group of four other mean-looking girls, each with sparkles dazzling their fingernails.
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The camera cut to show a girl looking in a mirror and crying at her own reflection before showing five bottles of the nail glitter on a table.
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The commercial cut out right as the phone number and price flashed on the screen, and was soon replaced with the stage, once again. Daniel was now seated in the risers, with no sewage on him anymore, but a horde of flies circled around him as the stench persevered. The couch he was seated on had been replaced with a brand new couch, which was shining from how fresh it was, while the three hosts sat on their couch, with Sunny bearing an all too excited look on her face.
"Welcome back, everybody!" Sunny greeted the fans, who were all quick to applaud, "Now, before we move on to our next guest, I have a fun little announcement to make. I just got in touch with some old friends and they said that they've been called to make a guest appearance on the next episode of the show! I can't let you know who they are quite yet...because after all our guests are finished for the day, they'll be calling in to the show and you'll get to meet them first hand!"
"Aha, so exciting!" Maggie squealed, "But, for now, let's welcome our next guest to the stage, the mother of all contestants, the lady that you just can't hate-y...Larida!"
The hosts gestured off to the side of the stage where a plain looking intern was pushing Larida, who was in a wheelchair with casts on her legs and her left arm. She waved to the crowd with her unbroken hand, and they cheered even louder. The intern pushed her all the way to the couch before running off of the stage, leaving her alone with the hosts.
"So, Larida," Sunny spoke to the guest in a polite tone, "How've you been holding up since the accident?"
"Well, I've seen better days, but a lady as tough as nails, like me, is sure to pull through!" Larida's words struck deep in the hearts of the audience, and inspired tears started falling from their eyes.
"You seem to be taking this all quite well," Maggie pointed out, "Aren't you the slightest bit upset with Dana and Aaron for allowing this to happen?"
"No, no, it's not their fault. They tried their best to make the challenge safe for everyone, but sometimes things just don't turn out the way you want them to. It's fine, I'll be back to my normal self in no time!"
"It's great to hear you saying these things," Capone rolled his eyes at her, "But I'm getting bored of the idle chat about, when will you get better. I wanna move on to the-"
"Not yet, Capansy," Sunny interrupted the boy, putting her hand over his mouth, "We've got a little montage for Larida!"
"A montage?" Larida asked, noticing that the tv screen was currently showing lots of static, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, you'll see."
Suddenly, the screen lit up with a view of the confessional, this time with Zane in it. Larida smiled as she saw his face, but noticed that he looked slightly upset. It was as if he was going to tear up, but he didn't want to show it.
"Larida, eh?" the boy glanced away from the camera for a moment to think before refocusing himself, "She's not the person you'd think to meet on a reality game show, not in the slightest. I mean, she's definitely a touch older than the rest of us...but you know...I'm glad she's a part of the show. It makes me damn sad that she got hurt, I can admit that. For the brief time that she was here, I felt a lot more calm. So...Larida, do us all a favor, and get better soon, would you?"
Larida smiled as she watched the screen shift to the next clip, this time showing Buck in the confessional, tears pouring from his tired eyes.
"Man, why'd ya have to be the one to get hurt?" the miserable boy asked the camera, "Aw, shoot, I look like a sad little puppy dog in this dang confessional. Larida, please get yerself the rest ya need. We all want ya to be better fer the next season, ya hear?"
The next clip popped up, this time with Valerie, who was twiddling her fingers awkwardly while sitting in the confessional.
"Um...hey," the shy girl greeted the camera in her mumbly voice, "You're like...not gonna die, are you? I don't want you to die...you're the coolest mom I know...and like, more of mom to me than my own mom. Please feel better...we all want you to."
The screen soon cut out as Capone pressed the power button on his remote, red in the face from being interrupted by the other hosts. Sunny and Maggie rolled their eyes at him as he crossed his arms.
"Excuuuuuse me for wanting to get the show on the road," he griped, "We still have two more guests after her and I don't wanna waste more time with you guys than I have to."
"Leave it to Crapone to ruin our vibe," Sunny mumbled to Maggie, who giggled to herself about the comment. "But fine, go on. Ask your questions."
"I will, thank you. Larida, your first question comes from Nobody245. Considering that Total Drama is a show for teens to compete in, why'd you apply and how'd you get accepted?"
"That's a good question," Larida nodded at the boy, "I applied because of my little boy, Max. I thought that it would impress him if I went on a big show like this, and I guess I just got accepted because of my winning personality."
The crowd let out a series of encouraging cheers upon hearing the woman's answer, though Capone was clearly displeased with it. He sighed as he pulled another question card from his pocket.
"Alright, speaking of Max, we've got a question about him from LittleRedline. Can you show us some photos of that boy of yours?"
"Oh, gladly!" Larida chirped as she pulled out a series of photos from behind her back with her unbroken arm, revealing a maniacal teenage boy with purple hair and a sense of villainy to him, "He was going to audition for one of these shows, but he ended up not doing it so he could focus better on the 'villainy' he does. I'm not exactly certain what it is, but it's so goofy, I just love my son!"
Again, the crowed was entirely amused with the lady's answer, applauding even louder than before and causing Capone to sigh even louder as he pulled out his next card, still not satisfied with the wholesomeness of her answers.
"Okay, next question, this time it's from MrRuff. Are you going to pursue legal action against Starshine Industries or the production team for Total Drama after being placed in an unsafe environment and getting eliminated so early on."
"I thought about it, if I'm being honest, but I ultimately decided not to. I know that Dana didn't want me to get hurt, and if we're being honest, someone at my age shouldn't be trying to scale mountains made of garbage either way. I did agree to come to this hostile environment, so I can't get upset that I paid the price for it."
"Why are you so damn happy? You literally are in a wheel chair with multiple casts on your body, don't you harbor any sort of resentment for the people that caused this?"
"I'd rather live and let die, you should try doing that. It might make you less of a Grumpy Gary, don't you think?"
"Gah, I've had it with you and your happy outlook on life, we're cutting to commercial now!"
"Eh!?" Maggie stood from her seat, glaring at Capone as she held multiple stink bombs in her hands, "But I haven't gotten to do my bit yet!"
"Save it for the next contestant!"
"Why you!"
Maggie took aim at Capone with her stink bombs, tossing them right at him, though the screen cut to the next commercial as they exploded. It was a scene of a chiseled young man with shining knight armor, which was completed with a blue cape. He had flowing blonde locks and brown eyes that glimmered with a certain stoicness.
"Greetings, television viewers from around the world!" the boy spoke with a knightly tone, fitting of his look, "The name is Percival Quinn the Third, I'm sure some of you may recognize me from my participation in the Total Drama series! Have you ever felt that your life was missing something? Something from long ago that you can't quite put your finger on? Well, I have excellent news for you!"
Percival gestured to a training yard behind him, one that sat in front of a massive manor. There were straw dummies and targets scattered all about, each seeming to have been struck with different types of medieval weaponry, from swords to slings.
"The Quinn family is opening a special knight training that will accept twenty, yes, twenty students for a chance to become a knight through rigorous exercises that will take place over the course of many weeks! Only one of these students will be able to take the mantle as a Quinn knight, and it surely isn't an easy task, so be prepared for a summer of trials and triumph!"
As Percival bowed before the camera, a sudden wall of text showed up in place of him, one warning about the many dangers of going to a contest like that, though it all flew by the screen incredibly fast, so it was difficult to actually read any of it. When the commercial finished, the aftermath stage could be seen again, where Larida was now sitting in her wheelchair next to the risers that Daniel was on. Maggie and Sunny both sat on their couch, snickering at Capone, who was seated off to the side with flies buzzing around him, just like they had done for Daniel.
"What an interesting ad, the premise sounds kind of similar to a show we all know and love, am I right?" Sunny asked the crowd, receiving an uproar of excitement from them, per usual. "Percival, for those who don't know, made his big screen debut at the same time as another key figure in the Total Drama world, Duke Dodson. He may be a little more recognizable, considering he hosted the Ridukeulous Race, which I made my debut on!"
The crowd cheered even louder than before, and Capone simply rolled his eyes at the favoring of Sunny while Maggie stuck out her tongue at him before pulling a remote from her pocket.
"By the way, Sunny, some people from the race wanted to call in and say something to you," the ringleader said as she pressed a button on her remote, causing the screen to light up.
Two people could be seen on the screen, each one of them looking strikingly different than each other. The one of them looked mystical, almost as if she had some connection to the psychic world, while the other one seemed to be a business man, who was just there because he had to be. Sunny smirked at the screen and waved at them.
"Magic Lady and Mr. Boring, what are you doing calling in to the show like this? Don't you have, how would you put it...'business to attend to?'"
"I'll have you know that Aisling 'convinced' me to take a break from my affairs to make this call," the man grumbled as he ran his hand through his longish hair, which was blonde with black at the tips.
"He simply feared the cosmic powers that he couldn't understand," the girl pointed out in a sweet tone, "The cards and spirits dictate that this call was a necessary one to make if he wanted his business to be more successful."
"Oh, I see, he's just doing this to benefit himself, as usual," Sunny crossed her arms, "If that's the only reason you have for calling in today, then I don't really feel like-"
"Ah, wait!" the boy blurted out suddenly, looking a little worried, "I mean...we just wanted to wish you well in this endeavor. It's a pretty big thing to move on to, even though you already had somewhat of a status from your career as an idol."
"He's trying to say that he hopes you're happy in his own businessy way," the girl snickered before pinching his cheek, "Isn't that right, Arnold?"
"Yes, I suppose that's what I was aiming to say."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Boring," Sunny smiled, "Unfortunately, I gotta get back to it, but I appreciate you two calling in! We should definitely hang out soon!"
"I don't know if my schedule- what are you doing?"
Arnold gestured to Aisling, who was staring into a clouded crystal ball with a look of worry on her face.
"Oh, that's no good. It says that not hanging out with Sunny will decrease your lifespan to twenty-four years!"
"Ack! Ok, we'll go, we'll go!" the man suddenly appeared fearful, "Please, just...don't say that!"
"See, Sunny? The fates have foretold our arrival! And it looks like your lifespan just went back to normal, good for you, Arnold!"
The two cut out from the camera just as the man was letting out a sigh of relief. Sunny turned back to face the audience, grinning from ear to ear.
"How sweet was that?" she asked, being answered by more cheering, "It's not often that I hear from those two, so that was a pleasant surprise! But, let's move on to our next guest, shall we? You know, some love him, some hate him, he's the horror author that inspires many with his tales of gore galore, let's bring him out here! Hereeeeeee's Mitchy!"
Some of the crowd cheered while some boo'd as Mitchell came out onto the stage, dragging his feet along the ground while avoiding looking at anyone. He simply made his way on over to the couch that was provided for him and plopped down onto it, letting out an upset sigh as he did so. Maggie snickered to herself, knowing exactly what was killing his mood: regret.
"Mitchell Myers, how you've fallen from grace," Maggie commented in between her snickering, "The realization that you had it all and willingly gave up on it is coming crashing down on you, isn't it?"
"Shut up, Maggie," Mitchell glared at her, "Not like someone as insane as you could even possibly understand how it feels to have loved and lost."
"Au contraire. I do happen to have a special someone in my life, he's just...busy with work related stuff right now. Kuku, he really kills in the looks department, as well as some other departments."
"For those who've watched Space Station," Sunny butted in, "She's referring to Thomas, an assassin who attempted to murder Chris McLean and failed due to the efforts of a mega simp and his queen."
"Hey! Sunny, buddy, don't make fun of my baby boo like that! He gets very sensitive when he's reminded about that blunder."
"Alright, alright, my apologies friend."
The two girls hugged each other, causing the crowd to erupt with a series of "aw"s, which made both Mitchell and Capone irritated. When they broke the hug, Sunny cleared her throat.
"Anyways, Mitchell," the idol continued, "How does it feel to go from such a beloved contestant to one that people don't know if they should like or not? That's gotta sting, since you did so well last season."
"I don't want to answer that!" the boy responded with hostility, "You guys have no idea what that situation was like, so just lay off, okay? It's not like I wanted to break her heart, but if someone was getting aggressive with other people around them, you'd do what you could to put an end to it."
The crowd boo'd again, someone even tossing a tomato at him, which, of course, burst on his head before chunks started falling to the floor. Maggie snickered to herself even more, finding the crowd's thoughts on the boy entirely amusing.
"I'm getting the sense that the crowd isn't all too enthusiastic for you to be here right now, you know, since you did break Celeste's heart in front of millions of viewers around the world and all, so I think we should move right along to the questions from our viewers, right, Capunchingbag?"
"Can ya stop with the nicknames already!?" Capone snapped at her from his seat, though he didn't move any closer due to Maggie taking another stink bomb out and grinning at him, "Ugh, whatever. Mitch, your first question comes from Zoryan El Muerto. Why did you break up with Celeste the way that you did?"
"We're really going right into that crap already?" Mitch groaned, "Look, Celeste was a great girlfriend for a while, but she just got really hostile to all the other girls on the island, and that wasn't fair to them. I didn't want to scream at her per se, but when she shoved Max just for talking me...that's when I knew it had to be done with."
"Interesting, interesting. You know that fight alone sunk your ratings to just below Caleb? Caleb! Of all the people you could possibly be below, it's him! How does that make you feel?"
"I don't care, I just want to have some time to stop thinking about that whole...situation for some time."
"Fine, fine, I get it...so onto the next question, from lordgemini," Capone flashed a dastardly grin, "Do you regret breaking up with Celeste?"
"What the hell, dude!? I just said I didn't wanna talk about that, and you're asking me another one!? Seriously, it's like you people specifically only picked questions about Celeste so I would freak out or something in front of everybody!"
The boy stood from his seat, red in the face with his eyes darting around the room, terrified of who or what may have been out to get him.
"You're all in on this, aren't you!? That's right, I can see through this attempt at making break down, I know all of your tricks! Gah, the cameras are everywhere! I'm outta here!"
Mitchell started darting for the exit, though he was swiftly snatched up by Franchesco, who carried him back to the couch and plopped him down in it, shaking his head at him in disappointment.
"Really, kid?" the bulky security guard sighed, "Just sit down, you're about halfway done with this anyways."
"Ugh, you guys are the worst!"
"Why thank you, Francis," Capone chuckled, "You know, while you're with us, I've got a question for you from a viewer! From Alexneushoorn, what's life like with the Noir family? If ya got anything bad to say about Sunny, now's your chance."
"Why would I have anything bad to say about that kid? She's my little buddy, I would never talk crap about her, especially not to someone like you."
"Aw, thanks, buddyguard!" Sunny grinned happily at Franchesco, who flashed her a thumbs up.
"And anyways...life with the Noir family is fun. Always something new with them everyday, you know? They're definitely not your standard family, and they're plenty strange, but it adds to the charm of being around them."
The crowd applauded the bodyguard as he waved to them before heading off of the stage, leaving Capone to groan, again, hating the wholesomeness of the answer. He shook his head for a brief moment before turning back to the panicking Mitchell.
"Alright, next question for ya," Capone continued with his duties, "From Jessthedork: how does it feel to have been voted off over Celeste?"
"Again with the Celeste questions!" Mitchell shouted, "It sucks, are you happy now? I hate it and it makes me feel like I lost all the respect of my friends just because a relationship didn't work out, is that the damn answer that you're looking for!?"
"Aw, the little guy is all bummed out because he knows he did the wrong thing. Sucks to think about, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it fu*ing does...you're just making a fool of me at this point, and you love doing it, don't you?"
"I sure do! Last question for ya, from FreshmEn. What was the best thing you've ever done with Celeste? And this is the last one, I swear."
"Ugh...fine...there was the time she was taking care of me when I busted myself up back in Mega Mechas. She was always making sure I was comfortable and bringing me food while I was out of commission. Then, one night, she actually made some soup for me that was really good, and we watched all of my favorite horror classics. We just knocked out on the couch in the middle of one of them, but it was...sweet."
The crowd finally let out a shared "aw" at the answer the boy gave, and the hosts noticed that he was looking down at the ground with a miserable expression. Maggie saw the opportunity at hand and tossed a stink bomb to him, which landed right in his lap, startling him.
"What the hell is this thing!?"
"A stink bomb, dummy!" Maggie rolled her eyes, nudging Sunny soon after, "Get a load of this guy, he doesn't even know what a stink bomb is."
"W-w-why is there a stink bomb right next to me!?"
"Because, we're playing my game! Truth or stink bomb! This is the last time we'll be playing this game today, so you should be happy you get the chance to take a part of it! Now, rules are simple: I ask three questions, just answer them honestly. When you lie, the bomb will go kaboom and splatter you with sewage, just like what happened to Danny Boy and Capieceofcrap."
"What!? I don't wanna do that!"
"Too bad! First question for you, do you still love Celeste?"
"...A little bit, yeah. B-but I'm sure those feelings will fade eventually, they always do."
Maggie watched the bomb, though it didn't go off, and she let out that same annoyed sigh that she did whenever things didn't go as she wanted them to.
"Alright, next question. Is Celeste the cutest girl on Scrap Island?"
"Yeah, obviousl-"
Without letting him finish his answer, the bomb went off, splashing him with sewage and immediately stinking up the whole room. Maggie snickered as the boy started to cough up the disgusting sludge.
"So, who's the cutest then?"
The boy mumbled as quiet as he could, his words going unheard by all until Maggie stomped her feet down with an angry expression on her face, scaring the lights out of him.
"Louder!"
"Mitzy! It's Mitzy! Geez..."
Maggie chuckled, delighted to have gotten her answer from him. She turned to face the audience with that maniacal look on her face while Sunny clapped for her and Capone crossed his annoyed arms, yet again.
"We're gonna go through so many couches on this show, it's not even funny! We've gotta do some more clean up, but we'll be right back after our last sponsor. Stay tuned!"
The screen cut to reveal Ivy standing with two other girls, both of which looked just as punk as she did, though one had red hair with messy pigtails and a nasty scowl on her face while the other had a green mohawk and a goofy grin on her own face. They stood backstage of a concert, where fans were roaring loudly.
"You ever wish you could get tickets to see your favorite bands live without having to pay outrageous amounts of money for general admission?" Ivy asked the camera before holding up a set of tickets to see the Bloody Prom Queens.
"Well, you weakbloods are in luck," the red-haired girl glared into the camera, "With this app, Ticket Boss, you can get those tickets at prices that even a pathetic worm like you can afford."
"Teehee!" the green-haired girl giggled to herself, "I love gummy worms!"
The camera slid over to reveal Robert O'Niall, famously known for being in the band, The Irish Mob, with his son, Robert, and daughter, Gretchen, right next to him, each looking ecstatic to be there.
"Backstage passes are even discounted to give you lads and lasses a chance to rock out with us one-on-one," Robert grinned from ear to ear.
"And you can even get merch on there!" Patrick added.
"Like signed guitars, or even just shirts!" Gretchen happily put her bit in.
The camera slid over once again, revealing a short woman in a glittery, white dress with an elegant black hairdo with a massive curl on the left side and a giant of a man with a similar glittery, white tuxedo with a neatly cut black hairdo and a chiseled face.
"That's right, you get to see us in all our glory," the woman snidely commented.
"So be sure to buy your tickets now," the man said in a voice that was just as snide. "We're Ell Oh Vee Ee."
The camera cut back to Robert and his kids.
"I'm Robert O'Niall," he reminded everyone before the camera slid back to Ivy and her bandmates.
"And we're the Bloody Prom Queens," the three of them said at the same time.
The camera finally cut to a groupshot of the many people who had shown up in the commercial, all standing together despite some obvious hostility between some of them.
"And we approve this message," they all said in unison before the camera cut out.
When the stage was seen again, another new couch was in place of the one that had just been splatted by sewage, and Mitchell was seated next to Daniel, both of them sharing the flies that buzzed around them while Larida looked at them with a hint of pity. Capone seemed to have already taken a second shower since having been splattered with the sewage, and was now back to smelling normal and being allowed on the couch with the two girls. Maggie and Sunny played patty cake for the time being while waiting for their cue to get sent to them, which Franchesco was trying to do, though they were ignoring him.
"Sunny!" Franchesco shouted from off to the side after having been ignored for quite some time, "You're back on the air!"
"Oh!" Sunny suddenly spun around in her seat, turning to face the audience and smiling at them awkwardly, "Heheh, sorry about that folks! Sometimes me and my wacky buddy here get carried away!"
"Playing children's games," Capone commented with a snicker before suddenly being struck in the back of the head by a frying pan from Maggie, knocking him to the floor.
"Whoops!" Maggie tucked the frying pan behind her back and smiled innocently, "Gee, I wonder what just happened to that fella."
"Heheh, nice one buddy," Sunny gave Maggie a fist bump before continuing on, "Now, we've got one more guest to squeeze in before the show is up, and I know you're all dying to see her up on this stage. Everyone, put your hands together for the most active activist this side of the world, Alice!"
The crowd started clapping loudly and chanting "we love Alice" over and over again as the girl stumbled onto the stage, immediately blushing from the overall enthusiasm. She hurried on over to the couch, hiding her face from the crowd as she continued to blush, having been used to being discarded as a nuisance, this was odd for her. She meekly glanced up at Sunny, who cocked her head in wonder as to why she was so embarrassed.
"What's the matter with you? Stage fright?"
"No!" Alice assured her, putting her usual look of pride back on, "I'm simply...befuddled! My on stage appearances are usually met with opposition, not admiration. So why are things different now?"
"Well, you know you've actually been one of the fan favorites for the season so far, partly due to your sense of what's right and also partly due to your interactions with Teddy. The fans love 'em!"
"Teddy? Well, he is a nice guy, but what's so interesting about me and him interacting? It's the same as any other pair of people interacting with each other on one of these shows."
"Actually, the fans have been shipping you two like no tomorrow, though there are some undesirables that ship Teddy and Brittany. Blech, who would want those two in a relationship?"
"Shipping? God, these fans can be really weird sometimes. Teddy is just a friend to me...well, more like an annoying acquaintance that won't leave me alone, despite how many times I ask him to."
"We figured you would say that," Maggie chuckled, "Peh, that's why we've picked out a few clips from you two interacting that shows you growing an interest towards him and tossed them right at the beginning of the episode!"
"You what!?"
"Now, now, Alice, calm down," Sunny butted in, stopping the girl from doing something she would regret. "You're our last guest of the day, so we've got some fan questions for ya, just like with the other three contestants that have had their interviews already. Caplinko, your turn to shine."
"Great," Capone spoke up from his silence, beaming with excitement, "I was getting tired of hearing you two blabber on without me. So, Alice, our first question for you is from lordgemini. Do you prefer recycling or reforesting?"
"That's an impossible question!" Alice piped up angrily, "Both are key to the betterment of the Earth and salvaging what we can from the wreckage that mankind has caused on its home planet! I don't prefer either because they are both necessities! Ask me a question that actually makes some sense, please and thank you!"
The crowd continued the same cheering and chanting that they had started up when Alice first showed up on the stage, astonishing all three of the hosts.
"Uh...alright then. How about this next question? It's from LittleRedline. You mentioned something about regrets to Teddy that one time in the Nature Zone, do you have a biggest regret?"
"That's really personal, you know? I didn't even know you guys were recording that, shoulda figured you'd be up to some shady stuff."
"Why don't you just give us a vague answer? You don't have to get into the specifics, mystery keeps the mind sharp."
"Fine, whatever. I regret letting ridicule stop me in the past, I should know to push forward and ignore any hateful words that come my way. Is that enough for you?"
"Well, it's boring to me, but the crowd is still going bonkers like their favorite band got back together for one last tour. We'll move onto the next question, from Alexneushoorn, what are your plans now that you're out of the game?"
"Duh, I'm going to go back to doing what I do best, taking care of the planet and the civilizations that 'the man' has stepped for so long now! I swear, my name will vanish from history, but my work will remain as a testament to all that I, and the other brave-hearted activists, have done."
The crowed cheered even louder this time, causing Capone to snarl at them like a rabid dog before turning back to the girl with his final question.
"Okay, we got one more for you and then you're all set here, sound good?"
"Yeah, yeah, just make it quick. I get tired of these things pretty easily, especially when there's assholes like you put in charge of them."
"Oh, I'm sure," Capone gritted his teeth while his two partners laughed at him, "Ahem, our last question for you, Alice, is from Nobody245. What are the possibilities of a potential relationship between you and Teddy?"
"H-huh? What kind of question is that?"
"A simple one, really. All you have to do is tell us that it's not going to happen, but from the expression on your face, I'm willing to bet that your answer is a bit different from that, isn't it?"
"I...er...I don't wanna answer that question! This game is rigged, you rigged this against me to make me look foolish!"
"That's what I've been trying to say!" Mitchell bellowed from the benches, only to be struck by another tomato from the audience. "Real mature, guys, real mature."
"Well, Alice," Capone butted in again, "I suppose you may scurry on over to the risers, as we don't need you down here anymore."
As if inhabiting an unnatural power, Alice zipped over to the risers in the blink of an eye, sitting as far away from the boy's as possible and astonishing all those who ere watching.
"Right...well, we've got two more fan questions, one for Maggie, and one for me! Maggie, from Alexneushoorn, what snack would you say represents you the best?"
"Eh?" Maggie leaned back in the couch, stroking her chin in thought for a brief moment, "Probably something fiery, like cinnamon candy! If you don't take your time with it, it'll burn, burn, burn! Haha, yeah! That's my final answer!"
"Wonderful," Capone rolled his annoyed eyes at her, "And the question for me, this one from Grape Escape. How did you get so sexy? Well, I'm glad you asked! You see, it's a mix of-"
Suddenly, Sunny shoved Capone off of the couch, smirking at him as he rose from the floor with a scowl on his face, though backing off once he noticed that Maggie was aiming another stink bomb at him.
"Looks like we've got no more time for you, Capuke," the Idol said happily as she pulled a remote out from her pocket, "But I did mention this before, so we'll get to it right now before the episode is over! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, everyone, get ready to meet two of my best friends in the whole wide world. Again, if you watched the Ridukeulous Race, you should remember them well. Please welcome to the screen...Katie and Sadie!"
The giant TV lit up with an image of Katie and Sadie in Sadie's room, each of them smiling at the camera with excitement
"Eeeeeee!" the two girls let out a happy squeal.
"OMG, Sunny!" Sadie was the first to speak up, "You, like, got super pretty since we last saw you!"
"OMG, I was about to say the same thing!" Katie nodded in agreement.
"Well, back then I was 13, but I'm all grown up now!" Sunny proudly stated, "So, what's up you guys? Why'd you need to call in today?"
"Because we got super exciting news to tell you!" Katie continued, "Tell her, Sadie!"
"Okay, okay! Me and Katie are gonna totally be there for the next episode of Total Drama: Scrap Island!"
Sunny gasped suddenly, her jaw dropping from the sheer shock of those words. Katie and Sadie simply watched her face happily while letting out another conjoined "eeee."
"That's awesome, guys!" Sunny suddenly turned to face the audience, "Folks, we're all out of time here, but that's the most exciting event of the night! I'm Sunny!"
"I'm Maggie!" Maggie choraled as she rose from her seat and hugged Sunny.
"And I'm Capone!" Capone blurted out, running to join the girls at center stage only to be shoved away by Maggie. "Ack!"
"This has been," Sunny took a deep breath before shouting out the next few words, "Total Drama Scrap Island: Aftermath!"
The crowed cheered and Katie and Sadie waved from the screen as a slick guitar riff played the show out and the curtain close on the stage.
Author Notes:
*There it is, the first aftermath of the season! I know a lot of the questions were from the same users, but to be fair, I didn't get many questions from anyone else. Robert, Gretchen, and Patrick are all owned by Alexneushoorn, while Ivy's band mates, Becky and Olive, and Ell Oh Vee Ee, Logan and Evan, are owned by XxDesperadoxX.
*And yes! Sadie and Katie will appear in the next episode of SI because I frickin love them (especially Katie, no hate, Sadie.) Tune in for that exciting episode!
*The Ridukeulous Race, as mentioned, is my redo of the Ridonculous Race, which hasn't been written yet, but will be done eventually.
*Capone Nicknames: Caposer, Capissbaby, Cappuccino, Capterpiller, Capansy, Crapone, Capunchingbag, Capieceofcrap, Caplinko, Capuke