A dark screen, one that the very sight of had become just as familiar as the regular introduction to the show. Of course, it was accompanied by a wild guitar riff, and the letter "T" flying across the screen. After the letter came and went, a clip from the show was shown, this being one of Buck and Zane while they were working together during the cookout.
"'Buck? Did you need something, or…?'"
"'Eh? Oh, yeah, I figured that we would need to cook these taters up somehow! Gots ta make us some french fries to go with this burger…well, wrap er whatever ya wanna call it.'"
"'You just…you just have a frying pan with you? Like, on your person? Well, you're right. I'll scoot over so you can get on in here.'"
That clip was quick to cut out, cycling right back to the black screen, where another letter was flying around. This time, it was a "D," and it was followed by another clip. This clip had Vernon in it…and Aaron. It was from a time that the two were occupying the same bathroom at once and Aaron was getting a bit too close for comfort.
"'Pst…your vhistle is very nice, ja?'"
"'...Thank you? P…please leave me alone now…'"
Again, after the clip, the feed ran right back to the black screen. There, another letter was taking its turn to fly across the blank space, this one being an "S." The clip that followed was one of Buck and CJ together, when the skater was trying to teach Buck a bit more about his craft.
"'Wow! That was incredible, CJ!'"
"'Heh, it wasn't all that great, just some stuff I've been working on for some time now.'"
"'Are ya kidding me? I could never do anything that cool, not even in my dreams!'"
"'Oh yeah? Well, why don't you give it a try before you put yourself down that low.'"
The feed traced back to the black screen again, where the letter "I" was now having its own fun time dancing across the screen. This time, the clip that was shown came from right after CJ's big heroic moment, where Buck was hugging him tightly. The camera seemed to be…rather zoomed in on the hug, making sure to cut out everyone else from sight.
"'Ah, B-Dog, all the affection is sorta harshing just how rad that trick was, man.'"
"'Man, I don't care 'bout all that 'er nothing, I'm just glad yer okay.'"
Finally, we got the last of the letters, this time it was an "A." This letter was followed by a clip of Buck and Zane, and it seemed to have a rather sad black and white filter over it. The filter made it seem like the two boys were lovers that were being torn apart…in the strangest way.
"'Buck! Good thing you're here, you can give me a hand! Buck…? You don't look so good…what's-'"
"'Go…'"
"'Huh? Go…? Wouldn't you want me to stick around so we can-'"
"'Go! Just…go…'"
The letters started coming together to form the classic "TDSI: A," like they always did before they ultimately fizzled out, and the guitar riff finally stopped playing.
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 were 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 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.
The camera cut in on the Aftermath stage, although it had a much different aura than it typically did. For starters…Sunny, Capone, Maggie, and Franchesco were all missing from it! There was a single girl sitting down on the hosting couch in their place, one that was smiling from ear to ear at the much puzzled crowd. She was rather short, and pleasantly plump to match. A good way to describe her would be "friend-shaped," and she seemed friendly enough to match that vibe. She had espresso toned skin with deep, brown eyes that…stared quite intensely at every single male member of the cast that was on the risers. CJ, of course, was still in a wheelchair, though he wasn't spared from her perverted gaze. Her hair was primarily black, and done in two, large pigtails, with some mixed pink and purple strands tossed about in there. Her outfit was quite interesting, resembling that of a school uniform for girls…in Japan. The only thing was that it had just a little bit more flare to it than a typical school uniform. The neck piece and the skirt were purple in color, with the shirt still maintaining the typical white. The scarf was a bright pink color. She also had on white, knee-high socks, and purple and pink sneakers.
"Kon'nichiwa!" The girl spoke up in the absolute cutest voice that anyone could imagine, but this only made the audience question her even more. "You're probably wondering where the heck the hosty boyz are, right? Well, you know that Maggie lady really likes to torment these contestants, so she figured there was no better way to do that than to unleash me upon them in this really special episode!"
The girl stood on top of the couch, digging around in her shirt before pulling a sketchpad out and showing a drawing to the screen, which was censored out entirely while the crowd gasped. "This is one of the many fine arts that I've created for one of my crackships! It's Buck and CJ, of course! The two of them have such a smexy wexy bromance going on, I can't just turn a blind eye to it! My name is Rosalina Maza, and I'm here to help piece some of these ships together at last!"
Rosalina looked over to the former contestants that were on the risers to see that CJ had gone entirely wide-eyed, and was blushing a deep red color at the very sight of the smut that was in her hands. "Y-yo, man! Buck's my friend, you can't be drawing stuff like that, it's super weird!"
"Puhlease, don't hit me with the dollar store, 'we're just friends,' excuse! You think I haven't heard that one before?" Rosalina scurried over to CJ, wrapping her arms around his neck while pressing her nose against his and showing a psychotic smile to him. "I'm gonna help you two realize that you're true soul mates while I'm here, I promise you!" She finally let go of the boy, rushing back over to her seat on the hosting couch before plopping down on it and clapping her hands. "I've gotta get through a lot of interviews today, and there is just…so much ship bait!"
The crowd mumbled among themselves, feeling quite uncomfortable with the replacement host's crazed antics, though this didn't really seem to click with her. "Now, our first interview of the day is going to be someone that is one of my personal favorites from the show! He's super duper cute, and he's totally got a hard-on for Buck! You all know who I'm talking about, right?" Rosalina smiled at the crowd, though none of them answered her, causing her smile to slip into a frown. "Come on, he's total S-grade ship bait in this cast! He likes to think things out as far as he can, and he always makes sure he does whatever it takes to spend more time with Buck during the challenges! Well, at least he did until the…" The girl sniffled, suddenly very upset about something. "T-the incident in the woods. Everybody, please welcome Zane to the stage!"
The audience started to hesitantly clap, still a bit confused by Rosalina and the whole vibe she was giving off. Zane strode onto the stage, glancing over at the audience while he buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He didn't seem too fond of the spotlight being on him, but he still moved on ahead to sit in the chair across from Rosalina. He raised an eyebrow at her, just as confused as the audience was. "Uh…last time I checked, there were supposed to be three of you hosts. And none of them looked like they belonged in a slice of life anime."
"Teehee! Silly Zane, everyone knows that I'm supposed to be a supporting character in a yaoi romance! I would help the two kawaii boys realize that they are truly in love with each, and that they really wanna have some hardcore-" Zane blushed and covered Rosalina's mouth so that she couldn't say another word, though she still let out some muffle mumbles from beneath his hand.
"Can we maybe keep the weirdness to a minimum, here? Someone was making a lot of loud racket last night, and I didn't get much sleep." The strategist gestured to his eyes, revealing the bags that were hanging underneath them. Rosalina clapped her hands together, and he pulled his hand back, wondering what she had to say.
"Yeah, that was me making all that noise! I was making a present for you and your soulmate!" The fujoshi giggled like a schoolgirl, quite fitting for somebody like her. Zane raised an eyebrow as she clapped her hands again, and a statue was wheeled out onto the stage. Most of the statue was censored out by the camera, though Zane and Buck's faces could be distinctly made out, with rather odd expressions on them. "Isn't it just beautiful?"
"T-that's disgusting! Why would you- how would you even get that onto this stage!" Zane panicked as he got up from his seat, soon shoving the statue out of sight and out of mind, only to find that Rosalina was now crossing her arms and pouting like a toddler. "Oh, don't you get upset with me because I got that smut off the stage! I can't imagine Buck would be too fond of that, either."
"Awww…see, you really do care about how he feels! It's the number one sign of a ship getting ready to set sail! I now pronounce you husband and husband!" Rosaline held up her hand, revealing that she had a sock puppet on, one that was dressed up as Buck. She pushed it towards Zane's face, making it smack its lips and trying to get him to kiss it before he pulled it off of her arm and tossed it off to the side. "You are really in a whole heap of denial about your overbearing love for this boy, aren't you?"
"I'm not in love with Buck, thank you very much. Besides, I'm straight anyways." Zane lounged back in the chair to relax himself a bit, only for Rosalina to shake her head at him, annoyed with the word he had just said. "What?"
"Everybody knows that a guy saying that he's straight is just a defense mechanism to ward off his true feelings for other men! That's why straight is actually an acronym! So This Really Affirms I Got Homo Tendencies!" Zane deadpanned at the camera after he heard what she said, though she soon grabbed him by the cheeks and turned his head so that he was facing her again."Don't be looking for a way out, we gotta ask you a whole bunch of questions from the fans!"
"Can we do it without you rubbing your sweaty palms all over my face?" Zane's voice was a bit muffled since his face was being squished, but she did let go of him. He wiped his cheeks with a napkin from the table between them before lounging back in the chair. "Let's get on with the questions…you're really very strange and I don't have the energy for it."
"Aw, fine…whatever you say, Gayne!" Rosalina giggled to herself before grabbing a question card that she had tucked into her uniform. "Let me see, any pressing topics on here? Perhaps something that happens to do with your true love? Aha, here's one! MTDN wants to know if you would kiss Valerie? Tell him, 'No way! I'd rather smooch Buck right on his smexy lips!"
"...I would want to kiss neither of them, actually." Zane rolled his eyes at the sub-host, who was clearly displeased with his answer. "Valerie is too intense and worrisome for my tastes, and Buck is a man, so no dice there. I'm not actively looking for a relationship in any case…I'm solely focused on the game. I already made the mistake of trying to make allies and friends."
"It's a good thing you mention that, because your next question comes from Knifez, and it is all about that! 'What do you think of Yves now after trying so hard to help her and having her burn you at every turn?'" Rosalina clapped her hands, much too giddy for Zane to handle. The boy mumbled to himself for a moment before looking back at her to answer the question.
"In my eyes, Yves seemed a lot like me. A person with a lot of purpose behind everything she does, with incredibly high stakes for making any mistakes." The strategist leaned forward a bit, resting his hands on his knees. "I figured it would be beneficial for the two of us to work together, but I fear I was wrong. Next time around, I won't be wasting so much time trying to get involved with her anymore. That was my key mistake this season."
"Yes, yes, I agree big time. Definitely spend less time talking to women next season, it'll help you out in the long run if you just hang out with a bunch of big, hefty men." Zane's eyebrow twitched, and he was just about ready to get up and leave the stage. "Okay, okay, last question for you and we'll cut to a commercial break! This one is from LordGemini, and it's probably right up your alley! 'Of the remaining players, who is the most dangerous? Valerie? Caleb?'"
"You're actually on the right track with that…I do like to analyze game power when I've got the time." Zane actually started to smile, and he sat back up in his seat. "Caleb has taken a significant loss in game power at the moment, considering that he just lost two of his four allies, and we aren't sure if Brittany will continue working with him at this moment. Valerie is quite the challenge powerhouse, and with Margaret out of the game, she may have this in the bag. I will note that there are definitely other threats to be wary of…namely Bunny and Brittany. Brittany is another powerhouse for challenges, and Bunny, well, she plays the people game a bit too well. Any of those three could be leading right now, to my knowledge."
"Absolutely enthralling answer…and I totally agree with you, you should find Buck backstage and make out with him before he comes out for his interview." Zane groaned before standing up from his seat and walking over to the risers, where he sat right next Larida, who was pleased to see him again. She wrapped him up in a big hug, and he couldn't help but smile, remembering that the two of them got along quite well before. "Alright, it looks like Zane needs some time alone with his lovey dovey thoughts about Buck! We'll check back with two more of our interviewees after this commercial break! The camera started panning out from the stage, with some hesitant clapping coming from the audience.
The feed from the stage cut out to reveal a woman that was honestly a good mix of terrifying and dangerously attractive. She sat in a chair, so it was a bit difficult to tell exactly how tall she was…but she was definitely up there. She was white, though her skin was lightly tanned, in a way that just accentuated her dangerous beauty. Her eyes were a sort of bright purple color, and they were fixed in a glare that she never seemed to break out of. Her hair was more of a darker purple shade, and it was done up in a fancy bun. She had golden earrings that were shaped like clocks dangling from her earlobes, and a nice coat of purple lipstick on her frowning mouth. Her outfit was quite regal, with a red band around her neck like some sort of choker. She wore a dress that went all the way down to her ankles, starting as a black shade at the top, but fading into a dark red near the bottom. The dress had a cutout in the center of her chest, and the sleeves were the kind that didn't cover all of her arms, just the forearms, only being attached to the main dress by the back. To finalize the outfit, she was wearing red, platform heels.
"You should already know who I am just off of sight, but in the rare event that you don't, my name is Madame Violet Fleur De Lis. Many people know me as an agent to young pop stars and idols all over the world, but I'm here to announce something different than any of my musical endeavors." Violet stood from her seat, snapping her fingers and causing a poster to descend from the ceiling, revealing a picture of Violet shaking hands with a representative of Starshine Industries. "In a few years time, I will be partnering with Starshine Industries as a sponsor of a season of their show…that Total Drama."
Violet snapped her fingers again, causing the poster to rise back up and disappear. "I have little experience in things such as these, but I'm sure it will be beneficial to all when I get a chance to dip my hands into the TV industry. Of course, I will have my right hand man along my side the entire time. He will help me each step of the way with making this an entertaining season for all to see. I do believe that he is recording an ad similar to this one, and that it will be displayed in the very same episode as my own. We are both very…excited to be working on this project." Violet stood still, just staring at the camera with her resting expression, not saying a word. "...What? That was it, shouldn't you stop the recording now?" The woman rolled her eyes at the camera before starting to walk out of sight. Once she could no longer be seen, the ad finally cut out.
The ad finished up, and the camera feed came back to the Aftermath stage to show Rosalina drawing a picture of Zane and Buck french kissing each other. This quickly came to a halt when Zane threw a paper towel at her head, glaring at her for doing such a thing. "Yowch! He's so deep in the heat of the passion that he's willing to attack me to keep his forbidden love a secret!"
"You're just crazy, I'm not in love with Buck!" Zane shouted from the benches, getting more heated than he ever had before. Larida rubbed his shoulders lightly, calming him down enough to get him to sit back down in his seat.
"Ugh, I guess since you aren't in the hot seat anymore, I can move on to pestering our next interviewee!" Rosalina licked her lips as she turned to face the audience, all of which were still puzzled by her very existence in the studio. "Now, you could probably call this guy our guest of honor for the night…I've got him in four different crackships already! Of course, Teddy isn't here, but three of his shipmates are, so it's still a party! Coming out right now to say, 'Howdy, Y'all!' It's Buck!"
The audience started hesitantly clapping again while Buck came onto the stage, rubbing his arm nervously as he moved towards the interviewing table. He looked like he had recovered from the effects of the mushroom idol, but he still wasn't in a good state of mind…especially to be dealing with Rosalina and her interrogations. He sat down in the chair where Zane had previously sat, making the fujoshi blush ferociously. "Ah…doesn't int feel nice to have seat in the spot your soulmate's butt was just touching?"
"M-mah soulmate?" Buck gulped nervously, looking back at the other losers on the risers to see Zane shaking his head with his arms crossed. "O-oh…you're just joking a bit about me and Zane…there ain't nothin' there between us, nothin' but a whole bunch of regrets, at least."
"Regrets, you say? Do tell me more about these regrets! Do they perhaps have anything to do with the lack of smooching that the two of you had while you were on the show together?" Rosalina rubbed her hands together while encroaching upon Buck's personal space, causing him to shrivel up in his seat like a raisin.
"Y'know, nothin' like that, it was more like…regretting just believing what other people had to say blindly and lettin' that screw him over 'cause of it." Zane nodded to himself while Buck mumbled his answer. "I can hardly force mahself to look at the guy now, I'm just so ashamed."
"I know, I know…listening to girls that you think you love really does tend to have adverse effects on the relationship between you and the boy you truly belong with!" Rosalina gasped before pulling her phone out of her pocket and calling somebody on it. "Speaking of boys that you truly belong with, we've got a caller that really wanted to talk to you! He sounds like he really wants to see you again. Go ahead, you're on speaker with Rosalina and Bottom Boy Buck!"
"Bottom Boy?" The voice from the phone spoke up, the person in question had a similar accent to Buck's, and the inventor immediately knew who it was. "I dunno what she's getting on about, how ya doin', buddy? It's me, your ol' pal, Chuck!"
"C-Chuck? Hey! It's been a while since I last got to talk to you…I meant to call you a couple times, but the motivation slipped my mind. Whoopsie." Buck blushed from embarrassment while shriveling up in his seat even more than before.
"Naw, that's alright! I know how ya get, buddy! I seen ya at work…most times y'aint gettin' into it much, but when that light goes off in yer mind, it's somethin' spectacular!" Chuck laughed a hearty laugh, and Buck blushed again, this time not out of embarrassment.
"Oh, Chuck! You should see how badly he's blushing right now! He really wants to just start making out with you super hard, with all your compliments and stuff!" Rosalina clapped her hands in that crazy manner that she did. "Well, you'd better hurry up, we've got a whole lot of other boys to talk about while I got Buck here!"
"A-ah, right! Look, I know that ye'll have yerself a nice break period between this season and the next, so how's about yerself, me, and Huck go out and prank that ol' superintendent a couple times! Ya know, just ta reminisce and whatnot! Whaddya say?"
"That…sounds good to me, actually." Buck smiled ever so slightly, and he opened his mouth to keep talking, but Rosalina quickly shut the call off. "Aw…I was having fun talking to my pal just now."
"Yeah, I know, you're barely able to suppress the urge to leave here so you can wrap your tongue around his, but I've got some questions for you from the fans!" Rosalina waved her question card in front of his face while she tucked her phone away. "Our first question, and the absolute best question of all, is from MTDN! 'Do you find CJ attractive?'"
"Uh…what now?" Buck blushed while he looked over his shoulder to look at CJ, who was blushing just as hard as he was. "U-uh, well, CJ is a good looking guy, yeah, but don't go twistin' that up and make it sound like I wanna do anything weird with the dude."
"B-but…he's right there! Sure, he's still in a wheelchair, but you can at least give him some get well smooches while you're both here!" Rosalina kicked the table in defiance, only startling Buck as he sat across from her. "Fine, fine…I got one for you from Zoryan El Muerto! 'You doing okay?'"
"Huh?" Buck perked up ever so slightly, not expecting that sort of question to be asked at all. "Well…I've been a bit down lately, but I am working on getting better. Well, workin' on it when I actually feel like it, y'know…I think that, once the season is all over and done with it, I'll have some good time to think things over and get in a good headspace again…"
"That's such an adorable answer!" Rosalina hugged the country boy, who was, again, quite easily flustered. She went and sat back down in her seat, smiling like a devil lady. "You know I have to ask you this question, so sorry in advance! This is from Alexneushoorn! 'Do you have any ill will towards Yves for what she did during your time together this season?'"
"Urk…I really was hopin' we could all dance around that issue, but I was figurin' someone would go and ask about it." Buck sighed, looking off to the side while he mumbled to his interviewer. "Well…yeah, I'm real upset about all the lyin' and stuff like that. She didn't need to go around and sabotage other people for my sake, either. I don't particularly wanna talk to her for a good while now…"
"I wouldn't wanna talk to some heartbreaker when I could go and spark new things up with one of my many true soulmates, either! Thank you Buck, you have been just, mwah, wonderful!" The crowd cheered for Buck while he got up from his seat and stumbled over to the risers. He sat himself down next to Mitchell, who patted him on the back when he did. "Wasn't that boy just one of the most precious interviewees you ever done did see in your life?" Rosalina feverishly scribbled down a picture in her sketchpad, revealing it to be a drawing of Buck as an angel, a lot more safe for work than her other drawings.
"I know, we already miss the guy, but let's change things up and let one of the ladies come on the stage, how about it?" Rosalina looked to the audience for approval, getting massive approval from them, which wiped the smile off her face. "Man, you guys were supposed to boo that! We want more hawt yaoi moments! Well, I guess I can ship some of the girls with the other girls, but it just isn't the same! Ugh, fine, we'll bring out Margaret."
The crowd kept on cheering while Margaret stomped onto the stage, annoyed with the lackluster introduction that was given for her. She stormed right over to the replacement host and picked her up by the color of her uniform, her beady eyes glaring her down intensely. "Hey, you better not waste my interview time while I'm up here, you got that? I'm a busy lady, so having to be here is already taking away from what I could be doing instead!"
"Y-yes ma'am!" Rosalina gulped nervously while Margaret tossed her back down onto the couch. The mob boss sat herself down in the chair across from her, cracking her knuckles before slamming her fist down on the table and causing the fujoshi to squeak like a terrified mouse.
Over on the risers, Daniel was waving to Margaret. "Hey, babe! Good job startling the heck out of the weird girl!"
"Yeah, thanks. Gotta make sure people know the pecking order now that I'm around." Margaret leaned back in her seat, staring down at the utterly terrified Rosalina, who was quivering as she reached for the question card from her uniform. "Hey! Don't tell me you're trying to rush right to the fan questions…surely you've got some time to pester me about what you want, so do it. You aren't going to waste my time, are you?"
"N-no ma'am! I-I-I…has anyone ever told you that you're far too pretty to be in charge of a s-scary mob family?" Margaret cocked an eyebrow at Rosalina, knowing damn well that this was just a lie to get her to stop being so aggressive. "O-okay, you're the perfect fit for a mob boss, I'm sorry I ever doubted it! U-uh, are you happy to be back with y-your stolen shipbait?"
"Excuse you?" Margaret stood from the chair she was in, slamming her fist right back down on the table to scare Rosalina even more than before.
"P-please, stop doing that! I'm sorry, Daniel is rightfully your soulmate for no lucky boys to claim as their own!" The fujoshi squeaked while Margaret leaned towards her, rage in her face. "C-can we please just move on ahead with the fan questions? You're really scaring me right now…"
"Fine, whatever. I don't want to get interviewed by the likes of you, anyways!" Margaret slammed herself right back down in the chair, crossing her arms and waiting for Rosalina to start asking her the questions.
"Okay, our first question is one that comes from LittleRedline!" Rosalina grabbed her question card, holding it in her shaking hands was proving to be quite difficult. "'Do you admit that it wasn't a good decision to side with Caleb?'"
"I won't admit to anything, because there was nothing wrong with the idea. The only thing wrong with it is that I burned too many bridges with the people that wanted the twerp gone…so by the time I wanted to get rid of him, I hardly had anyone on my side." Margaret spat off to the side, a vein in her forehead twitching from how furious she was.
"Y-yep! That sounds like a really good answer to me, you definitely made the best decisions you could've made and the only reason you got out is because of other people's own idiocy!" Rosalina quivered while Margaret stared her down like a hawk. "T-the next question comes from Nobody245! 'How do you feel about the secrets of the remaining eight, in particular, Brittany actually being poor, and Calvin knowing about Jay being on the island and dragging Blaster to help him?'"
"The only one that's worth spending any of my time thinking about is Calvin's…I could give less than half a shit about the rest of them. But you had better believe that the second I see that agent enthusiast, he's gonna get a friendly greeting from my fists!" Margaret punched her fist into her open palm, while Max gasped from the risers. She quickly snapped around to point dead at her. "Don't you get involved with it, neither, you got that, tutz?"
"You're such a brute…" The food lover sat right back down on the risers, avoiding any more eye contact with the mob boss.
"Y-you're definitely right to feel that way, I would be mad if anyone tried to get my friends involved with something scary and crazy like that, too!" Rosalina nodded feverishly to agree with Margaret, and hopefully spare herself from getting pummeled into a pulp. "Just one last question, and it's from MTDN! 'Why did you decide to so bluntly cheat when you could've easily floated to the final four or five with Caleb's alliance?'"
"You think that twerp was planning to keep me around for much longer? I had one chance to take him out, and that was spoiled by Brittany. I would've been doing everyone a favor, but everyone's looking at me like I'm the devil in disguise. Serves me right for trying to do some good in this wretched world." Margaret shook her head before standing up from her seat and pointing dead at the camera. "Alright, interview over, we're going to a commercial break now."
"B-but I didn't-" Rosalina was immediately cut off by Margaret slamming her fist down on the table again. She squeaked out of fear once more while the camera panned out from the stage.
Once the camera had lost its feed of the Aftermath stage, we were greeted by the sight of…what seemed to be a classroom. It was probably a classroom in an elementary school, judging by all the bright colors on the wall, and the paintings of rainbows. There were many posters on the wall as well, each poster displaying some historical figure drawn as a cartoonish character, or detailing a significant point in history itself. At the desk, there sat a scrawny man…one who was quite well dressed. He wasn't very tall, probably below average height for a man his age, and he definitely seemed to be a bit underweight. In addition to this, his skin was a deathly pale tone…just a glimpse at the man made you concerned about his health. His hair was brown, and cut into a rather neat hard part style. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, and they stared directly into the camera, although they had a little more life to them than the rest of him. His nice clothing was something to be expected of a teacher: a blue and white checkered button down, where the sleeves were neatly rolled up to his elbows and all the buttons were done up, a light tan pair of khaki pants, which had the shirt tucked into them and were held up by black belt, and brown dress shoes.
"Good evening, students." The man slightly smiled at the camera before realizing that he had said students. "Oh, do forgive me, I'm quite used to speaking with the little sprouts and saplings that come to the classroom to learn more about the wonderful history of the world. It is quite the marvelous subject, and teaching it is quite the spectacle for me, however, it appears that I am being called to assist in another endeavor of sorts. My manners seem to have slipped me for but a moment there…my students call me Mr. Ryan, although this is a much more formal setting, so I shall allow you all to refer to me as Atticus."
Atticus stood up from his desk, showing that he really was practically just skin and bone. His frail frame walked past the desk to sit on the front of it so that he could be seen better. "An associate of mine, who I will refer to as Madame, has requested that I join her in sponsoring a season of some…reality television show, is that it? I'm not all too familiar with the subject, but as my students are, I am quite glad to learn more about it. I will try to be a common face as I meander about my sponsorship, so should any of the competitors or staff feel the need to ask me something, I will make myself available. I hope you will all enjoy this upcoming season, as I anticipate it will end up being quite…historical!" Atticus lightly chuckled at his own pun, before waving to camera and shutting it off.
When the camera came back to the stage, Rosalina could be seen, still shivering from the leftover fear of being killed by Margaret in front of everybody. The mob boss had joined her boyfriend on the risers, and was hugging him rather tightly to her side, to which he had no objection, considering how angry she was. "U-uh…welcome back to the Aftermath, everybody! I'm so happy to see that only a quarter of the audience has left because the hawt yaoi was too much for them to handle! Speaking of hawt yaoi, we're about to get into another shipmate who was sadly taken out of the dating pool by some girl! That's right, the one true soulmate for the co-host of the show, everyone give it up for Vernon!"
The crowd clapped while Vernon came out from the side of the stage, glancing over at them but shrugging his shoulders. He made his walk over to the guest chair, where he plainly sat down and didn't do much to make a scene, unlike Margaret had. "Vernon, how could you do this to me, man? After that piss scene with Aaron, I was sure the two of you were gonna start making out soon enough, but then you went and started dating Ivy! What does she have that he doesn't? Hm?"
"...Well, for starters, I'm straight, and she's a girl, so…she kinda had a one up on Aaron from the start. Not to mention that she's got a personality worth more than diamonds." The crowd "aw"d at Vernon's statement, which seemed to annoy him. "Sorry, the cheesy songwriter bit is getting out of control. I can't help myself much when I'm talking about her."
"Well, I'll admit that you two are the one hetero ship that I can kinda get behind, simply because you're just that cute!" Rosalina placed her hands against her cheeks and did a little dance while Vernon rolled his eyes.
"Isn't it kinda rude to be judging people by the gender that they prefer dating?"
"Uh…uh…hm, if only Hannah were here, she would have an answer for that question!" Rosalina giggled awkwardly while she rubbed the back of her head, trying her best to dance around the question. "You know, we've actually got some questions for you from the fans! It's weird, cause most people thought you were kinda plain and boring, but they still managed to show you some love!" The fujoshi smiled innocently to the songwriter, who just blankly stared back at her. "Okay, so your first question is coming at you from Alexneushoorn! 'What was going through you when Ivy revealed to you that she's transgender?'"
"...Uh…nothing? Why does that matter?" Vernon leaned back in his seat a bit, a plain expression on his face. "Ivy's just Ivy, and that's enough for me."
Rosalina jumped up from her seat and gave Vernon a huge hug, which he really wasn't expecting in the slightest. "Vernon, you are such an icon for a so-called straight boy."
"Thanks?"The songwriter tried his best to squeeze free from Rosalina's death grip, which he did eventually manage, though it did take a good amount of effort.
"Okay, okay, next question!" The fujoshi plopped right back down in her seat, looking back at her question card to keep on going. "This one is from that lovely fan, Nobody245! 'Since everyone else, including the hosts, was afraid of Ivy being like her father, did you have or had any thoughts like that when you first met her?'"
"Well, not really. See, I know plenty of people that got crappy family members that are nothing like them. Sure, I get it, her case is a little more tricky than your average daddy issue, but what good would it be if every single person were to treat her like that before she even had the time to show who she really was?" Vernon let out a sigh and shook his head while looking over at Margaret, who glared right back at him.
"I looooooooooooove that answer! You know, I've almost forgotten about the fact that you should totally be with Aaron instead!" Rosalina looked right back down at her question card, ignoring Vernon groaning at her obnoxiousness. "Last question for you…well, it isn't really a question. This is just a blip from LittleRedline! 'You lost an idol to Caleb by peeing. Bravo, sir.'"
"Alright, glad people are still stuck on that." Vernon groaned again, looking away from the camera.
"Heheh…pee-ple." The songwriter leered at the fujoshi, who shrugged her shoulders. "I had to grasp the opportunity…it's the same deal as grasping a nice whistle, you know?" Vernon leered even harder, just about ready to get up from his seat. "Wait! Before you go…we've got another interviewee coming up right after you, and I figured it would only be fitting for you two to sit together, considering it was a conjoined effort of yours that broke my crackshipping heart! Everyone, give it up for Ivy!"
The crowd got wild as Ivy stepped out onto the stage, waving to all of the fans with a huge smile on her face. She did her best to ignore Margaret glaring at her from the risers she was sitting on while she walked towards Vernon. She squeezed in right next to him, kissing him on the cheek and causing him to blush a beet red color. Rosalina rolled her eyes, although she still had a cute smile on her face. "Ivy, Ivy, how could you go and snatch this boy up when he was clearly meant for Aaron? Don't you think that was a little selfish of you?"
"Oh, yeah, totally selfish. I snatched him up, and now that I got him in my grasp, I don't wanna let him go!" The screamo singer gave her boyfriend a tight squeeze, much to the love of the audience. "Sorry, Aaron, I guess you'll have to find some other cute songwriter to fall in love with!"
"Alright, we all love it, you're both very cute." Rosalina started scribbling down in her sketchpad, but when she looked at the drawing, she was displeased with it. She ripped the paper up and tossed it into the trash bin behind her. "Eh, drawing guy on girl isn't the same as my schweet yaoi! Anywho, what do you have to say to all the haters that doubted you from the very start? You know, thinking you were gonna be some sort of monster like your father."
"Uh…well…sorry to disappoint, I guess?" Ivy shrugged her shoulders, not really sure how to go about answering that question for her. "I hope I at least cleared some of the rumors about that stuff…I was getting death threats and things like that. Becky even went and tracked someone down that sent something like that to me…it was pretty tough to make sure she didn't do anything she'd regret."
"Becky? Who's this Becky?" Rosalina cocked her head in question, never hearing the name beforehand.
"Oh, Becky and Olive are my bandmates! Becky's our lead singer, y'know…she does what she does real good, but she can be a little rough around the edges at times." Ivy shook her head, chuckling as she thought about the two girls. All the while, Vernon was rubbing her shoulder gently. "I hope we get to have the two of them on the show at some point…I know they were in that Ridukeulous Race a while back, but having them show up for a little would be fun, I think."
"I agree, it could be a whole lot of fun! Oh, before I forget!" Rosalina stuck her tongue out and plunged her hand down the shirt of her uniform, pulling out a question card from her bra. "I have to start asking you the questions from the fans before we have to cut back to commercial break again! First question for you is from Nobody245! 'How did you feel seeing your father for the first time in years and in the state he was in?' Personally, I think-...are you alright?"
Ivy shuddered as the question was mentioned to her, recalling the sight from before. "I…I think I would prefer not to answer that question, if that's alright with you." Vernon pulled Ivy closer to his side, trying to comfort her while she continued to shudder at the thought.
"O-oh! Alright, we can go past that one…sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out or anything." Rosalina frowned slightly, feeling guilty after seeing the state that question put Ivy in. "Um…your next question is gonna be one from LordGemini! 'I love your hair. Where did you get the idea for that style?' I must admit, you do have really nice hair! I wish I could pull off crazy styles like that!"
"Well, it was sort of a look that I started doing to match the theme of the band. Personally, I would rather let my hair grow out, but while I'm touring I can't do that…" Ivy started to regain her composure as she moved on from the first question. "But, considering the fact that our next tour won't be until after my contract is up with Total Drama, I'd say I'll have good time to grow my hair out like I want to. You can expect to see a long-haired Ivy in the next season!"
"I'm excited for that already, I think it'll look good on you." Vernon kissed the girl on the forehead, getting her to blush just like he had before.
"Aw…so sweet, but still so heartbreaking." Rosalina sighed before looking back down to the final question on her card. "Alright, we've got just one more question, and it's from LittleRedline! 'Quite the punkish look you have on there, what's that all about? It looks familiar.'"
"Bloody Prom Queens, baby!" Ivy raised her fist into the air triumphantly, always happy to talk about her band. "We've been a thing since our lead singer was only eight years old, so the look is quite iconic at this point. Of course, dressing all like this was Becky's idea, not mine. Still, it's a fun look to sport on stage…at least until some of the weirdos try to slobber all over you."
"Oh, I know a thing or two about weirdos that slobber all over people, buuuuuut…" Rosalina looked down at her phone to see the time that she had left had gotten a lot lesser than before. "Looks like we gotta go and cut to commercial break! Alright, folks, we'll have one more interview for you when we come back from the break, don't miss it!" The crowd cheered while the camera panned out, having gotten quite used to Rosalina at this point and even liking her.
The camera cut from the stage for the final commercial, this one showing a zoo exhibit. Standing in front of the exhibit, there was a boy that was dressed like your standard zoo employee. He had a tan, button down polo and tan shorts to match, with a green baseball cap that had the logo of the zoo on it. His skin was almond-toned, and his eyes were black in color, his hair being jet black to match. The boy's hair was quite the messy nest, even with a good chunk of it hidden underneath his hat. And for some odd reason, he wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. Just standing on the bare ground, somehow not burning the soles off of his feet. He didn't stand very tall, so the exhibit behind him could be seen quite clearly. There was another boy in the exhibit, one that was built like a wild beast with huge muscles and scratch marks all over his skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt, though he did have a pair of brown cargo shorts on, they were rather beaten up.
"How goes it, stranger? You may see him behind me, but that there is a one of a kind sorta beast! We call him, 'El Cedricus!'" The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a cut of steak. "Watch what happens when I toss this meat right into his enclosure!" The boy tossed the steak back into the exhibit, cueing Cedric to leap up and catch it right in his mouth before chowing it down in record time. "Woah, nelly! I could never get this guy under control if he escaped, so its a good thing he's all locked up in there and I'm out here!"
As the boy said those words, Cedric suddenly bounded out of the exhibit, slamming his fists against his chest and letting out a roar of terrifying proportions. "Me Cedric and me angry!" The beast boy started to run rampant through the zoo, terrorizing the visitors while the employee cowered in fear behind a rock. It didn't take long for Cedric to find him, and he grabbed him and tossed him into the exhibit in his place. He looked over at the camera, huffing and puffing out of anger before clearing his throat. "Welcome to me zoo, this me favorite animal. Cedric love watching the animal play catch the meatses."
Cedric grabbed a slab of meat from a concession stand and threw it right at the zoo employee's face, knocking him flat to the ground before letting out a howl of laughter. He rolled around on the ground, wrapping his arms around himself while he continued to laugh before accidentally rolling into the camera and knocking it over. The lens shattered, and the beast boy looked into it to see the damage that he had done. He picked the camera up to check it out closer, only to see some of the guards surrounding him with tranquilizer guns in hand. "Uh oh…me in trouble now!"
The camera went right back to the stage after the third and last commercial, showing Rosalina bouncing up and down in the host's couch. Vernon and Ivy had taken their seats down on the risers, making sure to give themselves some good distance away from Margaret, who was still glaring at them from before. "Man, I'm getting kinda tired! I didn't expect being in charge of this to be so exhausting!" The fujoshi let out a soft yawn while stretching her arms out before suddenly regaining all of her energy and continuing to bounce up and down like a maniac. "Okay, okay! I've got one more interview to get through, and then I can get back to oggling the smexy yaoi bait on the risers! This girl may not be a game breaker, but she certainly is a game changer with the way she parts ways from the game. Put your hands together for Mitzy!"
The audience started clapping as Mitzy walked out onto the stage, playing with a yo-yo while she walked over to the guest chair. She did a cool trick with the yo-yo before pulling it back to herself and tucking it away in her hoodie pocket. She sat down in the chair, smiling pleasantly at Rosalina. "Hi! Rosalina's the name, right? I heard you were a fellow comic artist of sorts!"
"Oh, yes I am! Here, I can show you some of my works!" The fujoshi dug around in her uniform to pull out her sketchpad, which she opened up and handed to Mitzy, whose face went red almost immediately. "So, whaddya think? Isn't it pretty neat how good I've gotten at drawing different positions and expressions?"
"Y-you certainly have a knack for…drawing rather strange things, I will give you that." Mitzy handed the sketchpad back to Rosalina, who was grinning from ear to ear. "I-I'm just a bit worried that maybe you haven't asked these people if it was okay for you to draw them like that? I feel like its a bit…well, its more than a bit lewd, so…"
"Huh? Psh. Naw, it's all fine and dandy, yesiree!" Rosalina gleefully tucked away the sketchpad, pulling the final question card out of her uniform to go on with the interview. "I've got some viewer questions for you, Mitzy! I hope you're ready to answer good, cause we have to go out with a bang! Your first question comes from Zoryan El Muerto! 'Who's your favorite superhero and villain of all time?'"
"Well, I'm not sure who my favorite hero is, there's a lot of them that I really love! One of them that's really up there is Beacon Lady…she's a shining beacon of hope to all, she preaches girl power, and she makes sure all villainy is handled with haste!" Mitzy was happy to go on about the heroine she had mentioned, though when she shifted gears to talk about villains, her look changed for one that was a bit more annoyed. "On the other hand, I don't care for any villain, no matter what the case may be! Villainy is the one thing I simply cannot stand."
"My sources told me you were going to say something like that, but that's okay! Maybe your next two answers will be more interesting!" Mitzy rolled her eyes at Rosalina's remark. "By the way, just putting it out there, my favorite superhero is YaoiMan! He…uh…he finds two guys that are true soulmates, and he helps them find each other so they can-"
"I-I think I know what you're getting at, and let's not say anything like that on TV. The kids are watching, and they might be disturbed by it." Mitzy cleared her throat as she saw that Rosalina was now glaring her down.
"Hmph…fine, whatever, ruin all my fun, see if I care!" The fujoshi kept glaring as she looked back down at the question card to continue on with the interview. "We've got another question coming for you, and this one is from MTDN. 'Do you plan to base any of your future comic villains off Caleb?' You could make one named Shota Master! That would be because he's-"
"No…no, I will not make any villain that has anything to do with yaoi. Anywho, why would I want to make a villain based on that guy? I know that's what he would want, more attention brought to him." Mitzy sighed and shook her head, the crowd hoping that she would've done it. "I think Caleb could be a good guy, but he has way too much of an attitude for the time being. We'll see what happens when he grows up a bit more."
"Come on, you can't give me just one yaoi character? Pretty please?" Rosalina made puppy dog eyes while she begged Mitzy to work with her on this, only for the super heroine to shake her head again. "Fine, fine…last question for you comes from LordGemini. 'Are you in an enemies to lovers arc with Caleb?'" Mitzy glared right back at the interviewer, soon standing up from her seat and walking over to the risers, sitting down near Ivy and Vernon. "Welp! There ya have it! Mitzy everybody!"
Rosalina kicked her feet while she bounced up and down on the host's chair. She held her hands up, fixing them in a heart shape while aiming them at Zane and Buck, then CJ and Buck, then Mitchell and Buck. "Man! I just can't choose which ship of yours is the cutest, Buck! So much good yaoi material, I think I'm gonna get a nosebleed!" The perverse girl looked down at her own nose to see a small drip of blood falling from it down to the floor. She giggled in that cutesy manner of hers, "Lookie! I already have a nosebleed!"
"Can you just stop with all the shipping and stuff? It's really getting on my nerves." Zane crossed his arms before scooting away from Buck so that he was closer to Larida on the risers. Rosalina rolled her eyes at the strategist, still bearing a quirky smile on her face.
"Oh, they always deny, deny, deny, but true feelings and love will always find a way!" The fujoshi stood up as tall as she could…which wasn't very tall. Her eyes were twinkling as she clasped her hands together, and even the distraught Buck was making a funny face at the sight of her. "Either way! Now that we've got all of the interviews done, there's apparently some letter or something for Mitch! Oh, oh! Maybe it's a confession of love from a close friend of his!"
"Or a death threat!" Mitchell shriveled up in his seat, looking around with worried eyes, as he expected someone to suddenly burst onto the stage to try and assassinate him. Someone did enter the stage, although this person didn't really look all too threatening.
"Uh…hello there?" The intruder boy took a good look around to see that there were many cameras pointed directly at him. "Wow…that sure is a lot of cameras. What was I doing here, again? Ah! Right! Letter!" The boy dug into his pocket, pulling a letter out, one that was marked with an elegant seal. He started walking towards Mitch, who became increasingly nervous. The boy in question was quite tall…perhaps almost as tall as Fridge himself was. A key difference in sizing, however, would be that this boy was a lot leaner in shape. His skin was senna-toned, and his eyes were a rather bright, orange color. He had an interesting head of hair…it was quite messy, and had a decent length to it. The bulk of his hair was a similar bright, orange color to that of his eyes, although his bangs were dyed a bright yellow color. He had a relaxed expression on his face, despite all the cameras being on him, though he did seem like he didn't entirely understand where he was, or where he was going for that matter. What he did have, however, was a nice sense of style. He had a crop jacket on…it was primarily a burnt orange color, but it did have yellow diamond patterns lining the sleeves and going all the way down to where the sleeves stopped, at his elbows. This jacket was left unbuttoned over his long-sleeved, white shirt, which was tucked into a cream colored pair of slacks. The slacks were held up by a brown, leather belt, and he had a fancy pair of red loafers on. Once he finally made it over to Mitch, he handed him the letter.
"Y-you're not gonna kill me or anything, are you?" Mitchell stuttered with each word, his paranoia taking over, as it typically did. The tall boy let out a soft chuckle, thinking this as some sort of joke. When he noticed that the expression on Mitch's face was one of pure terror, he shook his head. The writer took the letter in hand, leaning away from it as he broke the seal to open up. Nothing popped out at him, which was a good sign. He reached for the note inside the letter, pulling it out to read it over. As he read, the expression on his face was replaced with something a bit more perplexed.
"Oh, I know that look anywhere!" Rosalina rushed over from her seat, jumping up and down for joy once she got to the risers. "That's the face everyone makes when I show them the drawings I do of my crackships! Did Buck draw some fanart of you and him? Did he!?"
"No…this isn't even from Buck." Mitchell let the note rest in his lap, raising his hand to rub his chin in thought. He seemed to be taking this a lot more seriously than he did with most other things, it was quite uncharacteristic of him. "It's an official, sealed and signed letter from Macmiller…the publishing company."
"W-what?" Buck looked over at his friend, his worried expression loosening a little bit and exchanging for something a little more excited than before. "D-did they read one of yer stories? Are you gonna get published?"
"Well…they did read one of them, and they do want to publish it…" A group of contestants, consisting of Buck, CJ, Celeste, and Larida cheered for the boy, but he still seemed a bit more dull than would be expected about the offer.
"Mitchell? You don't seem too thrilled, dear…this is quite the big deal!" Larida patted the boy on the back, a gesture that would usually get a squeak out of him, but it didn't this time. "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"They…really liked the book. They want to sign me on to do a whole series off of it…" Again, the four cheered more than before, but Mitchell was still numb to something. "I'd have to go work with them for the next five years…I wouldn't really have any free time to do anything else."
"Wait…so you're saying that…'' Celeste started piecing together what was bothering the boy so much, and he nodded back at her.
"...I would have to leave the show to be able to take this offer." There was complete silence after Mitchell said those words. He wasn't even sure himself what he should say about it. "I mean, of course I wouldn't take something that pulls me away from you guys. I can just-"
"Hey now," Buck placed a hand on Mitchell's shoulder, looking down at the floor with his tired eyes while he spoke. "Ya know…it may suck a good deal to not have ya around the show anymore, and we probably really wouldn't be able to chill that much anymore. But…that's a really good deal, bud. I think it would be a nice opportunity for ya to go and do that."
Mitchell looked back over to Buck, seeing that the ingenious boy now had a smile on his face. Around him, he noticed that the other friends he had made along the way were all giving him similar looks of encouragement, though some of them were definitely tearing up at the sight. "You guys…if I do this, I promise I'll keep in touch as much as I can." Mitchell started to tear up as well, and the group took him in their arms for a large group hug. Rosalina started sniffling at the scene, grabbing a tissue from out of nowhere and sneezing hard into it.
"T-this is so sad…it's like the ending of a heartfelt yaoi anime where the one boy has to transfer schools and they just finally started developing feelings for each other." The fujoshi couldn't help herself, and ended up bawling like she was at a funeral. She grabbed onto the delivery boy, sobbing into his shirt while he, although confused, patted her back to comfort her. "W-what's your name, mail boy?"
"My name? Well, it's Azat, but people generally call me Awol." Awol smiled down at the girl before she grabbed him by the collar and brought him to eye level with her, showing that there was fury in her eyes. "Agh!"
"You had better find a way to replace all the hot yaoi moments that I'm gonna be missing out on with Mitchell gone, you hear me!?" Rosalina made it clear that she wasn't playing around, and Awol nodded his head up and down with wide eyes. She finally let go of him, dusting her hands off before clasping them together again. "All is well, then!"
"Well…I guess I should get to packing my things, shouldn't I?" Mitchell got up from his seat on the risers, with his friends all standing as well, each of them with tears streaming down their faces. He looked back at all of them again before breaking into tears and hugging them all in a huge, group hug.
Rosalina drew a heart shape around Buck and Mitchell's heads with her pointer finger, cooing at the sight before turning to face the audience, revealing that there was more blood dripping down from her nose. "Well, folks! We've come full circle with our little yaoi party, today! There was denial and defiance, and now, love and loss! Of course, we'll only be getting better quality stuff from this point on! It's my guarantee as a fujoshi!" Rosalina proudly saluted as she stared up towards the ceiling, loving her hobby maybe a little bit too much. "Thanks for joining me for our yaoi-tastic episode! Sayōnara!" The fujoshi took a bow as the camera panned out before it cut out entirely.
Author's Notes:
*Everyone, welcome Rosalina Maza to the stage! I've been itching to write this girl for some time now, and I'm glad that I finally got the chance to do so, and that she will be sticking around for a whole 'nother season! Then, there's the departure of dear Mitchell. Who could turn down such a sick gig? He will be missed by all. Awol will be an intern in Dana's Air Aboard, the sequel to this season.
*No Capone nicknames were added this episode, as Capone wasn't here for them to be done.
*Placements: No Placement - Chris, Ivy; 22nd - Daniel; 21st - Larida; 20th - Mitchell; 19th - Alice; 18th - Blaster; 17th - Max; 16th - CJ; 15th - Ronnie; 14th - Celeste; 13th - Zane; 12th - Buck; 11th - Margaret; 10th - Vernon; 9th - Mitzy