Blake stood on the docks of Kadachi Island, clearing his throat as he began the first of many intro rolls, "Last time, on Total Drama: Kadachi Island," he started, as a shot of the boat arriving went forward.
"We met our twenty new campers, and they were… an interesting bunch, to say the least," a clip of Rayna and May talking on the boat played.
"While some got along…" the next shot showed Olivia and Vera's moment on the boat, as the artist drew her model.
"Others… most certainly didn't," this time, the clips were of Alexis and Jesse's fight, with Bailey stepping in as a mediator.
"They were forced to find two runaway interns, and in the end, it was Celeste and Kevin who won," the next clips were of the astronomer and chef finding William and Sunny respectively.
"And those lucky two contestants got to choose their teams… the Crushing Crabs, and the Terrifying Turtles," the shot shifted back to Blake on the dock, as the host smirked knowingly.
"But which one of these teams will win first? And, more importantly, who will be the ultimate loser?" Blake asked, raising his arms out to finish the pre-intro.
"Find out, on Total! Drama! Kadachi Island!"
As the intro song began to play, a camera popped out of a bush. A second camera was taped haphazardly onto a tree, and a third was stuck to a crab.
Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine,
The camera zoomed across the Island, passing by Blake who was standing on the docks, sipping from a drink with a grin on his face.
You guys are on my mind,
As the camera sped up, it eventually landed on a beach, where Alexis and CJ were having a race. The cyclist won, much to the challenge seeker's dismay.
You asked me what I wanted to be,
Further along the shore, Olivia was sunbathing while Vera drew the drama queen, the artist blushing furiously. Mathias stood off to the side, glaring at Olivia.
And I think the answer is plain to see,
The camera went further inland, stopping past a river where Jesse was fishing, but the cowboy's peace didn't last long as Daniel came hurtling past in a canoe, the rich kid flashing a very cocky smile to the cowboy.
I wanna be famous!
Because of his gloating, Daniel did not see the branch poking over the river, and got clotheslined as his canoe went on without him. Dylan, who was nearby, laughed at the rich kid's misfortune.
I wanna live close to the sun,
The canoe left its owner behind, going further along the river and passing by Rayna, who was sitting on a stump and had her hands in a heart shape while looking further inland.
Go pack your bags, 'cause I've already won,
Rayna's attention was focused on Ember and Grace, who were talking across a table. The programmer was explaining something to the plain girl, who asked a question curiously. The programmer blurted something out, causing the plain girl's eyes to widen as Ember shrank in their seat.
Everything to prove, nothing in my way,
Further along from there, the camera went into the kitchen of the mess hall, where Kevin was cooking something in a large pot. The chef looked at it proudly, but his joy was short-lived as a flick of paper landed in the pot.
I'll get there one day,
The shot panned along to the desk, where Audrey and May were sat. Audrey quickly pushed a whole pile of paper balls onto the floor, while May was daydreaming with a vacant expression on her face.
'Cause I wanna be famous!
The scene shifted to the inner jungle, where Dustin was lounging on a tree branch, grinning. The guitarist looked to his side, where Bailey was watching Ally swing a makeshift sword against a small tree, confused but going along with it anyway.
Na na na na na na na na na, na na na na na,
It then zoomed into a nearby tree, where a small beetle was resting. Its rest was short-lived, as it was shortly eaten by a rather large chameleon.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!
The camera went to a stage, where Celeste and Anthony were waiting around. Celeste was watching the weeb pull anime poses on the stage, and rolled her eyes playfully.
[Whistled] I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!
The camera finally faded to the campfire ceremony, where Colin was sat. The crab fanatic gave the camera a short peace sign, as it rose to reveal the other nineteen campers, who were whistling the theme song while sat around a campfire, along with Blake, Sunny, William, Connie and Nathan, who stood off to the side.
The next episode began almost immediately where the last one ended - in the mess hall, with Blake facing the two newly-formed teams.
"Alrighty then," he said to both, raising a finger up to explain as his face shifted into a smile, "It's about time for the first challenge, don't you think?"
CJ pumped a fist, grinning eagerly at the news. Others… weren't so psyched for it, especially Vera and Ember.
"Oh great…" Ember sighed, looking dejectedly onto the ground.
"Finally, I've been waiting for this!" CJ cheered, punching his fist into his palm with a cocky smirk on his face.
"If you'd all follow me to the beaches," Blake said, walking out of the mess hall.
"Are… we gonna need our swimsuits?" Celeste asked, crossing her arms with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Actually, no," Blake popped back in, before popping back out, "Just make sure you follow the path to the beach, Sunny popped up a lot of signs, and by a lot, I mean a LOT."
The two teams filed out of the hall, with CJ eagerly jogging out first, and May sleepily trailing at the back of the pack.
Confessional - CJ
"Finally! I've been waiting for a challenge, they better not have skipped out on me!" he smirked, cracking his knuckles threateningly.
Blake's description of 'a lot' of signs might've been the understatement of the century, as there truly was a long pathway of signs leading to the beach. Every corner was filled to the brim with signs, so it was highly likely that nobody was going to get lost.
Most of the campers were at a loss for words, save for Anthony, who voiced their almost-collective opinion, "Ever heard of overkill?"
Confessional - Sunny
"Okay, in my defence, I got bored," the femboy explained, raising his hands up while still keeping an honest smile on his face, "Since William didn't want to talk to me, and the other interns were busy testing challenges or being told to stop taking filming equipment. So I put down some signs so nobody would get lost on their way to the beach!"
Sunny played with a strand of his hair, "That way we could have a beach party with everyone later!"
Thanks to the signs, nobody got lost on their way, and both teams gathered on the beach. Blake was waiting there, and two coloured mats were placed for the teams to stand on. Two different interns were standing next to Blake, instead of Sunny and William.
Nathan Stone was exactly 6'0 tall, and had shaggy silver hair. The gambler wore a green dress shirt, brown pants and brown shoes, and had green eyes that observed everyone in front of him curiously.
Next to Nathan was Connie Mica, a 5'0 tall white girl. She had blonde hair that was partially braided, and wore a white shirt, grey pants and brown shoes. She additionally wore a large green coat that was left open, and her blue eyes were currently looking at Nathan's pockets - or, more specifically, a pretty large amount of money poking out of one.
Blake pointed back to them, "These are Nathan and Connie, the other interns you'll probably see around camp."
"'Sup," Nathan introduced himself simply, not noticing Connie reaching into his pocket and grabbing the money. A good chunk of the cast noticed this, though nobody chose to comment.
"Eh, whatever, just make this quick," the pickpocket said, rolling her eyes as she pocketed the one-hundred dollar bill, grinning on the inside.
"Isn't that stealing?" Grace asked, finally speaking up about it, slightly concerned.
"I prefer to think of it as borrowin'," Connie shook her head with a grin on her face, "Permanently."
Kevin blinked slightly, before turning to Nathan, "And… you're just gonna let her do this?"
Nathan shrugged, shaking his head with an easy-going smile, "It happens. I was just unlucky enough to not notice her, that's all. She was lucky enough to catch me off-guard, so she gets to keep it."
A collective silence fell over the entire cast, as Connie's grin went from internal to external.
Blake coughed, getting everyone's attention, "Anyways, these two are gonna show off how today's challenge will go. To put it simply, we're gonna be… digging for secrets. Literally."
Confessional - Anthony
"Literally digging for secrets? What does that mean?" the weeb asked, raising an eyebrow at the phrasing.
Confessional - Daniel
The rich kid entered the confessional, and sat down on the outhouse, "Hah! Digging for secrets? I could do that in my sleep! To think I expected a challenge from this show… what a shame!" he haughtily exclaimed, "And that intern? He didn't even notice the thief stealing from him! As someone who's very alert, I would never fall victim to such trickery!"
Daniel did not notice the fishing rod stealing money and jewels from his back pocket.
Confessional - Dylan
Dylan was holding Daniel's money and jewels, chuckling to himself, "Too easy, nyahaha!"
He then took them in his hands… and flushed them down the toilet, giggling evilly to himself.
Confessional - Connie
Connie was reaching her hands down the toilet bowl, closing one eye and sticking her tongue out in concentration, before noticing the camera was on.
"What?" she shouted, "Look, if you knew there was money in there, you'd be doing this too!"
Blake grabbed some shovels, thrusting one into Nathan's hands.
"To do so, you'll be digging around on the beach, and you'll eventually find some," Blake explained, as Nathan began digging in a spot marked by a red X on the sand.
"FYI, they won't actually be marked by an X," he mentioned off-handedly, as Nathan picked out a small bottle with a slip of paper inside. The lucky guy turned the bottle upside-down to pick it out, and the slip popped out, cutting his finger slightly. Blake and Connie weren't concerned, though some of the contestants raised an eyebrow.
"Once you get a slip of paper, it'll contain a secret - or just an interesting fact, some of you don't have many secrets - about one of your fellow contestants. You'll then have to match the secret to whoever you think it belongs to," Blake explained, walking up to a panel with the names of the twenty campers on it, with a box underneath each name, "By placing it in the box beneath the person's name you think it belongs to."
"If you think you've got a secret right, tell Connie or Nathan, and they'll confirm whether you're right or not. If you're wrong, you've gotta wait to tell them again, so don't just trial and error it."
"To win, your team will need to have placed more secrets correctly than the other team," the host finished his explanation, "You have until the time's up. The winners will get to stay, and the losers will have to send somebody home. Everybody got that?"
There was no response, so Blake saw it as a yes, "And… go!"
Confessional - CJ
CJ pounded a fist against the wall of the confessional, growling to himself, "A 'secret hunting' challenge? Seriously? I was expecting a real test, not this trash!"
"But whatever," he got up, crossing his arms and scowling, "I'll still do the best, no matter what!"
The two teams, after picking up ten shovels each split up across the beach, with the Turtles having formed a huddle on one end.
Celeste raised her finger up, "Okay. Does anyone have any suggestions on how we do this?" she asked, looking at her teammates.
Alexis shrugged off-handedly, "What's there to plan about? We simply pick a spot, and dig!" she said, throwing a shovel over her shoulder and making her way to a spot, where she started digging.
Mathias, much like the rest of the Turtles, stared at the cyclist. The chess player pushed his glasses up to his face, and turned to the rest of the team.
"Ignore her. I suggest we simply dig from one end of the beach to the other. That way, we cover the most ground," he proposed, confident in his plan.
Celeste nodded, "That's a good idea. Anyone got anything to add to that?"
"Nothin' here," Dustin said.
"I think it sucks," Dylan admitted, "Alexis' idea was waaay better."
The other eight gave the gremlin a collective stare, and he laughed to himself, "Okay, that was a lie!"
It was Ember who came up with a second part to their plan, "How about, um, if we find a secret, we tell someone else?"
Mathias adjusted his glasses, thinking it over, "Makes sense."
Jesse tipped his cowboy hat, "Then we simply put two an' two together. I like it."
Celeste regathered everybody, "It'll be easier if we each have a buddy for this, then. For simplicity's sake, I'll just match everybody up right now. Ember and Mathias, May and Rayna, Dustin and Dylan, myself and Ally, and Jesse can just keep an eye on Alexis."
Rayna nodded, "Sounds good to me!"
The astronomer nodded, "Let's do this, then!"
Confessional - Celeste
"I don't want to badmouth my team-mates this early," she said, tapping her cheek, "But Dylan's… not trustworthy. At all. And the constant lies don't help."
Celeste then nodded to herself, "However, I do think we should give him a chance. As long as he doesn't sabotage us, than I see no reason to vote him out yet."
Confessional - Rayna
"Challenge pairs? I'd say those are more like potential ships!" the shipper grinned, grabbing a notebook and writing furiously in there, "'Course, Dylan x Dustin is one I need to probably focus on, but Jesse x Alexis is enemies-to-lovers. And I love that dynamic, got to say. Ally x Celeste and Ember x Mathias could be interesting… so I've got a lot to choose from, haha."
She then smirked 'innocently', "So getting paired up with a teammate who spends most of her time sleeping isn't much of a problem at all!"
Confessional - Colin
The crab fanatic walked into the confessional, and saw Dylan's drawing of a grill underneath his crab sticker. He began to cry, "Nooo! What did he do to deserve this?"
The Crabs, comparatively, just spread out, as they were much less organized. Colin and Kevin, along with Audrey, were all digging around the same area.
"Do… you think we should've planned like they did?" Colin questioned, pointing over to the Turtles.
Kevin shook his head, "Nah. I trust that we'll get this done."
"I think we can!" Colin pumped his fists, as he struggled to pick up his shovel. Kevin picked up his shovel and began digging, while Audrey had just dug a hole big enough for her to be lost in the sand.
Colin, seeing that he couldn't grab his shovel, looked down into Audrey's hole, "Are… you good down there?"
"Yeah, I think I'll find something eventually!" Audrey called out, throwing her helmet out of the hole just to show she was okay.
Daniel was nearby, and the rich kid smirked at seeing the progress made by Audrey, Colin, and Kevin, "Hmph. Do they really think that they'll find the secrets? Watch and learn."
Daniel started digging, and to absolutely everyone's surprise, managed to find a small bottle with a slip of paper inside.
"And now, to see the secret contained inside," he opened the bottle, and began to read out the secret, as he moved to the answer panel, "'This person uses a full bottle of hair gel almost every day."
He scratched his chin, thinking it over. He looked over everyone, before coming to a quick conclusion.
"Obviously… it must be… Kevin!" he guessed, "Since Dustin would be too obvious, I'm much too smart to fall for such a simple trick."
He placed the paper into the box beneath Kevin's name, and called out to the interns.
"Oh, intern!" he shouted, "Come and prove me right!"
Nathan leisurely walked over, and checked it, "You're wrong," he flatly stated with a deadpan expression, walking away immediately.
"Me? Wrong?" Daniel gasped, "Impossible! This must be rigged!"
Confessional - Anthony
Anthony groaned, rubbing his temples, "Ugh… this team is pretty bad. I mean, Grace is nice and all, and I don't have problems with Kevin or Bailey, but after that it gets worse. Olivia's obviously trying to pull a Heather, Vera's simping for her, Colin's nice but probably challenge dead-weight, Audrey's kind of an idiot, CJ doesn't want to talk with any of us, and Daniel's, well, Daniel."
He huffed, "It could be worse, though. At least we didn't get Dylan or Alexis. That much I'm glad for."
Anthony, Grace, and Bailey had also grouped together, with all three of them digging. Bailey, who didn't like the silence, tried to make some small talk.
"So… what do you guys like to do?" they asked, looking down at their failed dig disappointedly.
"Eh, I just watch anime," Anthony admitted, "I'm a weeb."
Grace shrugged, "I'm more of a 'whatever-I-feel-like', kind of girl, if I had to say."
Bailey nodded, though they looked into both Anthony and Grace's holes as they moved, noticing something shiny in the latter's, "Hold it! I think we've found one!"
Anthony looked down as well, and got a small grin, "Nice!"
Grace smiled as she picked up the bottle, opening it to read it out loud.
"'This person sleeps with a stuffed sloth…'" she reads out, "This shouldn't be too hard!"
The trio made their way to the panel , where Daniel was convincing himself that it was rigged. The rich brat stormed off, leaving the slip of paper on the floor by the panel. Anthony picked it up, rolling his eyes at Daniel.
"Ugh, that guy's worthless," he grumbled, "Let's see… this is obviously Dustin."
Bailey tapped their chin, "How did Daniel miss that?"
Anthony shrugged off-handedly, "I don't know, and, to be honest, I don't care."
Anthony planted the slip into Dustin's box, while Grace put the other one in May's box, "I think this one's pretty self-explanatory, too."
Anthony gave a thumbs-up, and Bailey called out to the interns, "Hey, Nathan! Could you come over here!"
The lucky intern nodded, and walked over to them, "Let's see… the Dustin one's correct… and uh, that isn't May's secret. Try again."
As he walked away, Nathan pressed a button on a remote, lighting up a large billboard that towered over the beach. It had both team's symbols, along with a '00' beneath both. The number below the Crabs' icon went up to a 01, and some contestants looked up to see it.
Crabs: 1
Back with the Turtles, Dustin groaned, "Oh great, they've found somethin' already!"
Dylan shrugged, before an idea formed in his mind, "Wait a second… Dustin, just stay here! I've got a great idea!"
The guitarist looked from side-to-side, noticing that only May and Rayna were still straggling at the back of the Turtles', group, neither of them really working too hard at all, "Go for it, dude. If it helps, it helps."
Confessional - Dustin
"Ya see," Dustin smirked, yet again running his hands through his hair, "I'm a big believer in 'do what you can to win.' If someone's got a solid plan - like Celeste did - than go with that. If you've got a better one, though… I'd say go for it. Even if it breaks the rules."
He scoffs to nobody in particular, "That's what makes me a threat. I play by the rules, until I don't."
Dylan wandered off to the panel, and just… stood around, peeking at the three Crabs who were still there. Dustin deadpanned in his direction, and Dylan just grinned uncaringly, waiting around.
Confessional - Dustin
"And… then there's people who do stuff like that," he crossed his arms, "Dylan's cool and all, but he definitely has some screws loose."
He huffs out a slightly annoyed breath, "Ugh. I wish he'd at least tell me what he was doing there, at least."
May and Rayna… really weren't getting much done. The shipper was watching the other interactions while jotting the ships down in her notebook, while the daydreamer was just absent-mindedly kicking up sand as she daydreamed in place.
"Okay, I want some thoughts here," Rayna began, scoping out the other contestants, "Since love is seriously lacking around here."
May nodded, falling onto the sand and absent-mindedly poking around in it, "Uh huh."
"How d'you think Ally and Celeste would work?" Rayna asked, "Or… Dustin and Dylan?"
May just raised an eyebrow, as she slowly dug into the sand, noticing something shining.
"Yeah, I think those would work," Rayna said to herself, ignoring May's lack of response, "As for the other team… I could see Anthony x Grace happening… and Olivia x Vera needs my assistance!"
The daydreamer was still digging, as she found a bottle, "Uh… Rayna?"
Rayna was quickly brought away from her rambling, as she turned to see May, "Yeah?"
"I… found one," the daydreamer opened the bottle, and Rayna quickly snatched up the contents.
"Lemme see… 'This person has several restraining orders thanks to failed dates'..." the shipper's voice quickly trailed off upon reading it and May picked up on it, "I… have no idea who this could be!"
"Is… this yours?" the sleepy girl asked, "Since… you're lying."
"I'm not!" Rayna pouted, though her eyes quickly turned away, "It could be you, for all we know!"
May rolled her eyes, even if nobody could see it, "One: you're getting really defensive… two: you're… looking away… and three: I've never… even had a relationship before…"
Rayna crossed her arms, "Fine… you got me."
May slowly made her way to the panel, and planted the slip into Rayna's pile. The shipper begrudgingly followed, and called out for an intern.
"Hey! Intern! Could you just… confirm this?" she rolled her eyes, as Connie walked over.
"Yeah, that's right," the pickpocket shrugged, as she pressed on the switch to add another point to the total, though as she walked back she pocketed some money from May's pockets.
Rayna went back to digging, but May decided to stick around at the panel, noticing Dylan and the Crab trio.
Turtles: 1
Confessional - May
"While… I have no… idea what Dylan's doing," she yawned, "I'm… just gonna stick by the panel… and wait for the rest of my team to come along… because I'm really weak…"
The daydreamer let out a large yawn, struggling to stay focused, "Then I… just figure out who the slips… belong to… and put the slip… in the box."
Back with the Crabs, Olivia and Vera were their next split-up. The artist was doing all of the digging, while the drama queen just supervised.
"Have you found anything already?" she asked, crossing her arms at Vera.
"N-n-nothing yet! I c-can d-do it, though!" she stammered, though it was clear she couldn't, in fact, do it, as her arms couldn't lift the shovel.
Olivia looked to check what the other team was up to. The majority of the Turtles were digging in one major group, save for the ones who'd cut themselves off.
"Ugh, whatever," Olivia rolled her eyes, turning her back to the artist, "Vera, just stay right here. I'm going to see if I can trash-talk the Turtles. Should be easy."
Vera gave the drama queen a shaky thumbs-up, as she kept digging for a secret. Olivia cockily walked over to the big group of Turtles, and ran a hand through her hair cockily.
"Guess you guys really are as slow as your team animal," she taunted, trying to get them to stop digging and focus on her.
Celeste sighed, looking back to the team-mates who were with her - Dustin, Ally and Jesse, "Guys… just ignore her… and where did everyone else go?"
Ally tapped the tip of her staff, "I… have no idea!"
Olivia huffed a triumphant breath, "Hah! Your team hates you so much that they ditched you!"
Celeste deadpanned at the obvious poking, as did Ally and Jesse. Dustin, on the other hand, fell for the bait.
"So what if they did? Your team obviously hates you so much that they left you behind!" he bit back, going up to the drama queen's face.
"Oh please, I left them myself. I'm ALL we need to win," she boasted, pointing to herself with a self-important smirk, "So you should just give up already, it would save us the effort."
Dustin cracked his fists, "Oh yeah? So what, we're still gonna destroy you! Watch!"
Dustin began digging much hastier, knocking Olivia, Celeste, Jesse and Ally aside in his anger.
The astronomer turned to the role-player and cowboy, and gave a short glance to the pair, "Do you two want to move aside while he… gets it out of his system?"
"Most certainly," Ally nodded.
"Sounds good to me," Jesse agreed, wiping his brow.
Olivia, on the other hand, seethed quietly, "That failed…"
Confessional - Vera
The artist was drawing in her sketch-pad, even in the confessional, "W-well, Olivia m-might not b-be the n-nicest p-person… b-but th-th-that doesn't matter to me! What does is that she lets me draw her!"
The artist showed a full-body sketch of the drama queen off to the camera, smirking, "Th-this is m-my f-first draft! P-pretty good, I th-think!"
With the final group of the Turtles - Mathias and Ember - they had stuck back so they could dig a little deeper than the rest.
The chessmaster turned to the programmer, "So… I've got a proposition for you," he asked, causing Ember to turn towards him curiously.
"What is it?" they asked, raising an eyebrow as they kept trying to dig for a secret.
"An alliance of course," Mathias answered, flicking his glasses, "What else would it be?"
Ember thought about it, "Why should I trust you?" they asked the chess player curiously.
"Well, think about it like this," Mathias began, "You're probably really low on the team totem pole. You're not the smartest, or the strongest, or most strategic player here."
As Mathias explained, Ember nodded along slowly, "Thus, joining forces with me would give you a leg up. So, what do you think?"
"I'll…" Ember thought about it for a moment.
Confessional - Ember
"I'm too sure if I should take Mathias's offer or not," they said, rubbing their shoulder awkwardly, "I mean, I do think it's a little bit suspicious, but he does raise a few valid points."
"Take it," they finished.
Mathias smirked, pushing his glasses up, "Welcome to my alliance, then."
Ember acknowledged the chess player with a simple smile, before going back to digging.
Mathias kept digging himself, until he found a bottle, "Checkmate," he grinned, grabbing it and opening it.
"'This person has a bunch of anime body pillows…'" he deadpanned, "Ah. Of course."
Ember just stood in a shocked silence, though they quickly went out of it, "I… uh… what?" they chuckled, looking at Mathias slightly surprised.
Mathias grinned, pushing his glasses up to his face, "Of course, I already know exactly who this belongs to."
"You do?" the programmer asked, raising a finger as they looked to the chess player.
"It's clearly Anthony," Mathias smirked, as he began to walk to the panel, "Since he's very obviously a weeb."
Ember followed their alliance-mate, and tapped their cheek, following the logic, "Makes sense to me!"
The duo arrived at the panel, and decided to ignore those already there. Mathias put the paper in the box, and called out for an intern.
"Nathan!" he shouted, and the lucky intern walked over, and checked the box.
"That's correct," Nathan smirked, "Luck must certainly be on everyone's sides today, there's been a lot of correct answers!"
Mathias smirked, though he was clearly insulted, "It's not luck, it's skill."
Nathan grinned, unnerving Ember a lot, and slightly creeping out Mathias, "Oh, please. Skill doesn't exist. You're just lucky~"
Mathias grumbled, though he accepted the answer anyway, and Nathan flicked the switch to add another point to the Turtles.
Turtles: 2
Confessional - Mathias
"Other then that intern insulting my intellectual prowess," the chess player began, pushing his glasses further up his face, "Today was very productive for my master plan. I got an alliance-mate, and I'd say I've proven my worth to my team. If I can make my way up to the top of our totem pole, I should be able to kick Celeste out and safely take the role of leader. Then it's smooth sailing through the merge."
"Of course, there are threats," he noted, examining the back of his palms, "Olivia, for example, is someone clearly playing at my level. Shame I can't take her out easily, really."
CJ was digging through the sand by himself, the challenge seeker still grumbling to himself, "Ugh, whatever. I can still win this, even if this challenge is lame as fuck."
While he was still digging, he didn't notice Bailey sneak up on him from behind. The V-Tuber waved goodbye to Anthony and Grace, who were currently trial and error-ing it with their failed hint. They walked over to CJ, and tapped him on his shoulder.
At the sudden contact, CJ instinctively reached his shovel out and slammed it into Bailey's face, and the V-Tuber fell backwards onto the floor, rubbing their face.
"Ouch…" they whimpered, tears falling down their face, "What was that for?"
CJ turned around to face them, and didn't look too bothered, "I can ask you the same thing!"
"Ugh…" the V-Tuber sighed, "Well, I thought you could someone to talk to, you know. Since, well, you haven't really talked that much to anybody."
CJ kept on digging, though he picked Bailey off of the sand before doing so, "Fine. It was just muscle memory, anyways."
Bailey nodded, picking up their shovel and trying to ignore their really red face, "I, uh, sure," they shrugged, "I mean, I'll help you dig around here if you want me to."
CJ scowled, huffing out an annoyed breath, "I don't need your help. Just let me dig by myself, 'cause that's all the challenge I'll be getting from this stupid fucking challenge!"
Bailey's eyes widened as they began to dig anyways, "Is… that it?" they inquired, raising an eyebrow curiously, "Because well, I-"
"Just shut up," CJ growled, cutting off Bailey entirely, "I came to this island hoping for a real challenge, not some stinking treasure hunt."
Bailey thought over it for a moment, "Well… if that's how you're gonna see it, so be it!"
CJ rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say," he smirked, as Bailey walked off to dig by themselves.
Confessional - Bailey
The V-Tuber took out a mirror, and looked at their face, sighing, "I'm ruined," they muttered, sniffling softly.
"Wait, don't you just spend all your time behind a virtual avatar?" came the voice of Dylan from outside the confessional, "Cause all you're sounding like right now is a pathetic baby!"
Bailey gave the camera a deadpan expression, choosing to ignore the prankster.
The challenge seeker kept digging, and shortly found a bottle of his own, "Finally," he smirked, picking it up and running over to the panel. However, he didn't see Dylan, who hid in a pile of sand and kicked the challenge seeker over. He fell flat onto the sound, and Dylan quickly took the slip of paper, grinning to himself.
"Thanks for the help, buddy~" he grinned, unfurling the paper himself to see what it read, "'This person once shut down an entire restaurant, just because the waiter didn't get their order exactly right.'"
The troublemaker chuckled, grinning to himself after he read it, "Oh, looks like we've got a real entitled brat here, nyahaha!"
"Obviously…" he deduced, taking the slip to the box, "It's Grace!"
As he called out the plain girl's name, Dylan planted the piece of paper in the box. While Grace and Anthony did look up, both of them chose to ignore Dylan. Who didn't choose to ignore Dylan was May, who was startled into waking up.
"That's… wrong…" she yawned, snatching the slip out of the box and placing it in Daniel's box instead.
"Aw," Dylan pouted, crossing his arms and turning away from her, "You're no fun!"
"Uh… intern?" May asked, as Connie walked over, bumping into Dylan and reaching into his pocket.
"Dang it," she whispered, coming up empty, but she slapped Dylan's hand away as he tried to do the same.
"Anyways," she shook her head, "May's right. That's Daniel's secret."
Connie flicked the switch to add another point to the Turtles' score, giving them a major lead. Dylan stuck his tongue out at May, who just didn't respond at all, as she was in the middle of a daydream.
Turtles: 3
Confessional - Grace
The plain girl shook her head, "I think we can turn this around."
She smiled, and clapped her hands together, "Even if the Turtles are winning at the moment!"
Back with Grace and Anthony, the plain girl and the weeb were still trying to figure out who their mystery hint belonged to. The weeb scratched his chin, deep in thought, while the plain girl was just comparing it to the others they'd already guessed.
"Okay, so it isn't Rayna," she noted, talking with Anthony, "Or Celeste."
Anthony nodded, "And it isn't either of us or Bailey, and I doubt Colin would sleep with anything other than a stuffed crab."
Grace tapped her chin, "I don't want to waste any more time by asking the interns over and over, either."
Anthony shook his head, and let out a disappointed sigh, "Yeah, I seriously doubt they'd appreciate that. So, we're back where we started, then."
Grace crossed her arms, and looked around, "Well, CJ's on the floor right there," she pointed out, gesturing towards the challenge seeker, "Maybe he has an idea?"
Grace walked up to him, and CJ jumped back up, frantically looking around in anger for the person who tripped him over. When he didn't see the troublemaker in the vicinity, he scowled and turned to Grace.
"What do you want?" he demanded, looking at down at the plain girl, before noticing the slip of paper, and he furiously pushed Grace to the floor, taking the slip of paper for himself. Anthony gasped in shock, going forward to defend the plain girl.
"Hey man, not cool!" he defended, though CJ just pushed past him as he walked up to the panel.
"Maybe you should've thought about that before you stole my answer, then," he looked back at Anthony and Grace, causing the duo to gulp nervously, "And don't even try to blame sleeping beauty over there, 'cause there's no way she'd be able to trip me over!" CJ pointed to May, who was still in a daydream.
Confessional - CJ
"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's dirty cheaters who backstab their own team just to take credit," he shook his head, annoyed, before cracking his knuckles, "Grace and her little simp better watch their backs!"
Confessional - Dylan
The gremlin was laughing to himself furiously, "NYAHAHAHA!"
"I love it when things go wrong!"
CJ didn't even bother to read the slip, and just planted it into Alexis' box roughly.
Connie walked over to him before he could call to her, and checked the slip, "You're right. Two points for the Crabs.
CJ pumped his fist, and sprinted back off to return to digging, while Anthony and Grace sighed disappointedly, returning to dig themselves.
Crabs: 2
Alexis had managed to dig more than any of the other Gophers… horizontally. Her hole was large and wide, and covered a large area, but it didn't go deep at all. There were some bottles poking out, which Alexis began to pick up. In the end, she had around five in her hands.
She grinned at her success, but it quickly fell as Jesse joined her side.
"What do you want?" she growled, clenching her teeth as the cowboy simply smiled.
"Nothin' much," he pondered, putting a hand onto his belt, "Except to help you with those secrets."
"Make me," Alexis spat, moving further from the cowboy, who didn't look all-too bothered. Instead, he reached into a holder on his belt, and began to pull out what looked suspiciously like a… gun.
"Now, I don't want to be rash," he squinted his eyes at Alexis, who's eyes widened in shock, "But I think you'd regret doin' that, pardner. So think long, and hard about what ya say next."
Confessional - Alexis
Alexis had her arms spread out, "Okay, what madman threatens people with a gun?" she exclaimed, leaving her mouth open in shock, "I might be ruthless, but at least I don't threaten to shoot people!"
Confessional - Jesse
The cowboy was holding the gun, and breathed a short breath onto it, "The ol' suspiciously-realistic toy gun trick. Always works."
He twirled the toy gun in his hands, just to show off, and threw it into the air, catching it.
"Fine!" the cyclist growled, turning away from Jesse, "You can help, I don't care!"
She threw her hands in the air in annoyance, accidentally throwing all the bottle into the air. Jesse put the toy gun back onto his belt, and immediately got to work, catching as many of them as he possibly could.
"Be more careful," Jesse scolded flatly, still talking in his ever-calm voice, "We coulda lost one of 'em!"
Alexis just scoffed at Jesse, and ran ahead of him to the panel. The cowboy swiftly followed, and placed all five bottles on the ground.
"Let's open these up, pardner," he grinned at their haul, "What do we have here…"
Jesse and Alexis each took one, and each opened and read them back-to-back.
"'This person once scared somebody so badly, they left their house forever,'" Jesse read out, his pupils shrinking as he read through it.
"'This person is the three-time winner of their track team'" Alexis read out, growling, "Oh, I've got competition, have I?"
Jesse smirked, "Ah believe yours is quite simple," he reasoned, "As there's only one guy ah can think of 'ere that could probably win that."
"And who would that be," Alexis snapped, turning to the cowboy with an obvious look of disgust.
"Obviously that CJ fella," he said, taking Alexis's slip of paper and planting it into CJ's box, "He's the only athletic one besides you an' me."
Alexis sneered at Jesse, before noticing Dylan hiding behind the panel. Jesse called out to Nathan, who confirmed the guess was correct
Turtles: 3
Confessional - Alexis
"I'm sick and tired of that cowboy wannabe always one-upping me," the cyclist crossed her arms, glaring into the confessional camera, "So don't blame me for what I did next!"
Alexis walked over to Dylan, and picked the gremlin up by his scarf. Dylan threw a punch, though Alexis quickly caught it and he shut up.
"Okay, Dylan, here's a deal," Alexis loudly whispered, as Dylan listened out of curiosity more than anything else.
"You're going to break every single one of those bottles next to the cowboy over there, and then you're gonna hide every single one of those little slips in the sand."
Dylan thought about it for a second, but the idea of mindless destruction for no discernible reason quickly overtook actual reasoning, "Sure!" he grinned, taking his scarf off and slipping out of the cyclist's grip.
Alexis herself just walked back to distract Jesse, while Dylan got to work. The gremlin smashed all three bottles on the ground, and picked up all of the slips of paper, taking a peek at all three because he could. Not bothering to clean up the obvious safety hazard of the broken glass, Dylan dived into the sand behind him, and left all of the slips behind. Once he was finished, he surfaced, although he didn't go unnoticed… probably, at least, since May was the person who 'noticed' him.
Confessional - Dylan
"Now, you might be wondering, 'Dylan, why did you listen to somebody?'" he shrugged, a Chesire grin on his face, "Well which way would end in more chaos?"
He tapped his head with a finger, the grin never once leaving his face, "Exactly my point."
Confessional - May
May looked at the confessional, confused, "Does… Dylan usually just pop… out of sand like that?"
Alexis, meanwhile, reluctantly showed Jesse her hint, and the cowboy quickly and successfully deciphered it as Dylan's, since Daniel had already been guessed in terms of obvious annoyances.
Turtles: 4
Back with Daniel, the rich kid had been digging and searching for a while, and had been growing more and more impatient with every failure. The rich brat kicked over a mound of sand in anger, ironically letting loose the slips of paper Dylan hid in there a few moments ago.
He smirked, grabbing each and every single one of those, and read all three of them out, "'This person is so boring there's nothing we could find out about them?'" he read out, "Hah! That clearly isn't me!"
Daniel switched to the second note as he got closer to the panel, "'This person was once left behind when snorkelling, which resulted in them crying for an hour until people came back for them,'" he read off, shaking his head in disbelief, "Typical. These people need better time management, truly."
"And finally, 'This person made way too many enemies, because they were far too picky in their appearance when designing something,'" he read the final slip out, snorting like the asshole he is, "Hah! Of course whoever's this belongs to is too insecure in themselves!"
Clearly, he was running out of annoying lines to say, as the rich kid made his way onto the panel… and didn't notice the glass on the ground. The rich brat took one step forward… and let out a truly girly scream, alerting everyone on the beach.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"What the hell?"
"Shut up!"
"My ears hurt…"
"Wait, somebody stepped on those? Sweet!"
In his shock, Daniel dropped the three slips, which floated into the wind aimlessly… and conveniently landed near a pair of the Terrifying Turtles.
Confessional - Celeste
"I see my idea… didn't work out as expected," she mused, chuckling lowly, "But anyways, my team's still done pretty well, at least. So I can deal with them changing their plans, I'm adaptable."
The astronomer, who was still working with Ally, saw the fluttering trio of slips and picked each of them up, looking surprised at their sudden luck.
"Aha! It seems the winds of fate are on our side today!" Ally boomed, the mage smirking at their sudden luck. She took the third one in her hands, and together the duo made their way to the panel, passing by a still-crying Daniel.
The pair thought over their three slips, and came to some guesses.
"Well, I think Grace probably fits the 'boring' aspects well," Celeste said, placing a slip in the boring girl's box, "No offence."
Ally though about the second one, and placed it in Olivia's box, "It is clear to me that Olivia is the one suffering from the curse of vanity in this game."
Celeste and Ally both came to a simple agree-ment on the last one, though.
"It's Colin."
"Definitely."
The two placed the slip in the box together, though this didn't go unnoticed by Rayna, who was watching intensely from the other end of the beach. The shipper bounced up and down in glee, sneaking in closer to see if she could further the - at least in her eyes - ship already.
Confessional - Rayna
The shipper was grinning, writing furiously into her notebook, "Hand-holding? I think? Whatever it was, CelestAlly - work in progress ship name, I know - is a ship I have to follow up on!"
She slammed her hand down on the outhouse confessional, "Mark my words!"
"Could we get an intern?" Celeste asked, raising her hand and calling Connie over. The thief took a look in each of the boxes, and came to a quick verdict.
"Ya got that one right," she pointed towards Celeste's box, "And that one," she pointed towards the one that the pair did together.
"That third one's all wrong though," Connie mentioned, walking past Celeste and ramming into Ally.
"Whoops, sorry," she chuckled, though she reached her hands around Ally's head and stole the pendant, "My bad."
Ally theatrically nodded in agreement, not noticing the stolen pendant. Celeste squinted a little bit, but chalked it up to suspicion.
"Let's start figuring out this next slip, then," Celeste smiled softly, and Ally nodded with a short grin.
"Indeed!" the mage affirmed, and the two began trying to figure out who was picky about their appearance.
Turtles: 6
Confessional - Kevin
The chef sat, resting his arms behind his head, "I don't mind that much if we lose, really," the chef stated, "Since we pretty much collectively agreed to vote Daniel out when we lose, I don't see why I need to try too hard this time around."
Back with Kevin, Colin and Audrey, the two boys were just looking at the massive hole Audrey had dug herself into, which had miraculously not filled up with sand yet.
"Are… you gonna need any help?" Colin asked, concerned for the skateboarder.
"Nope!" Audrey shouted, as she somehow flung sand out of the hole, "I can still go further!"
"We're… gonna need a fishing rod," Kevin sighed, rolling his eyes, before a loud clink was heard.
"Wait!" Audrey called out from her self-dug prison, "I think I hit rock!"
"You think?" Kevin shouted, flabbergasted, "Am I actually going to need a fishing rod to get you out?"
"Wait a sec, I think I got this!" the skateboarder called out, and the sounds of digging could be heard, amidst another clink, before Audrey suddenly burst out of the sand, shocking both Colin and Kevin. The skateboarder happened to have a bottle in her hand, and grinned to the two boys.
"I, uh, what?" Kevin stammered, shocked as Audrey popped up.
Audrey grinned, and showed off the bottle, "Plus, I found this!" she bragged, opening it by simply breaking it, and reading it out loud for Colin and Kevin.
"'This person… something about artwork,'" she shrugged, flippantly throwing her arms back, "Yeah, not much to say, but I think it's fairly obvious who this is, ain't it?"
Colin took the slip from the skateboarder, and began pouring over it, "'This person once stalked someone else, just to get a perfect rendition of them in art form.' Yikes."
Kevin looked slightly concerned, "Other than the fact that she's now a known stalker, which slightly concerns me, I think it's obviously Vera. Let's go."
The trio made their way across the sand, and arrived at the panel next to Celeste and Ally. They swiftly placed it into Vera's box, and Kevin called for an intern.
"Alrighty," Nathan said calmly, checking it off, "Yeah, that's one's Vera. Lucky guess, I have to say."
"It's not lucky at all, it was actually obvious," Kevin raised an eyebrow at the gambler's phrasing, slightly confused and yet again concerned.
"You could say that," Nathan said, though he looked at the chef with a glint in his eye, "But you'd be wrong."
Crabs: 3
Confessional - Vera
Vera was still drawing in her sketchpad, not looking up to the camera, "I-I can explain th-the st-stalking!" she stammered, looking further down as she spoke, "I-I n-needed th-the art practise, and they w-were p-perfect t-to d-draw! A-and it was j-just one time!"
She blushed, "O-of c-course, Olivia's a m-much better m-model. Sh-she's completely willing, wh-which is p-perfect!"
Confessional - Kevin
"That intern kinda creeps me out," Kevin said, looking to the camera somewhat unnerved, "But I'd still take him over the weirdo I didn't find last time."
Confessional - William
The 'actor' was shaking his fist angrily, "I heard that!" he growled, as his single appearance of the episode ended as quickly as it began.
Daniel, who had just recovered from his injury, turned to Celeste and Ally with a death glare in his eyes.
"You!" he called out, moving at a surprisingly fast pace towards the astronomer and mage, "Do you know WHO those slips belong to? Do you?"
Celeste deadpanned in his direction, not taking the brat's threat seriously at all, "We found them flying around. So, they're ours," she firmly stated, raising her seen eyebrow at the rich brat, annoyed.
"WRONG!" Daniel yelled out, stomping his foot in anger, "They're mine! I found them hidden in the sand! All three of them! And you pathetic losers think you can steal them from me without me noticing? Also wrong!"
Ally and Celeste shared a look of sheer disbelief, "Should we just… walk away?" Celeste sighed, glancing towards a still fuming Daniel.
"Indeed," Ally agreed, closing her eyes and walking away slowly. Before long, both Celeste and Ally were out of earshot.
"And to think you could steal MY points? THAT'S TOO BAD! I'll be taking those!" Daniel finished his little rant, and then realised that the two Turtles were gone.
"Did you just… walk away from me!?"
Confessional - Daniel
The confessional was a sped-up hour long rant of his, complete with a timer.
"How dare they walk away from me!" it ended, as Daniel sneered, annoyed.
"Alright, that's it, time's up!" Blake called out via a megaphone, the host sat on a lounge chair, sipping a tropical drink as he put the megaphone down, and stood up. The cast, host and two relevant interns gathered around the panels, and Blake calculated the scores.
"Let's see here…" Blake said, checking the large scoreboard, "Terrifying Turtles, let's see… six points. Not too bad."
The Turtles celebrated, as Blake turned to the Crabs.
"Let's see… how the Crushing Crabs did," Blake said, before widening his eyes at the bad score, "Only three? What were you guys even doing?"
"The challenge, I assume," Kevin deadpanned, looking over his team.
"I was digging a hole!" Audrey admitted, the skateboarder not caring too much about the confused looks sent her way.
"Of course you were," Anthony sighed, rolling his eyes in disappointment.
"Anyways," Blake raised a hand, yelling out the next statement, "the Terrifying Turtles are the winners of the first challenge!"
The Turtles celebrated a second time, his time much more enthusiastically - since Dustin threw Ember into the air, much to the programmer's dismay.
"Crushing Crabs, you'll be seeing me at the campfire ceremony tonight," Blake said, pointing over his shoulder at nothing in particular, "So I'd think about who you're gonna vote for."
Confessional - Ally
For some reason, the confessional camera was filled with smoke, and the mage was holding the slip of paper from the challenge. She was reading over it, and looked up at the camera.
"What? I still want to do this quest, even if it doesn't matter anymore. My magic says it will come in handy later."
Confessional - CJ
The challenge seeker sat down, slouching back in his seat, "I already know exactly who I'm voting for!" he declared, suddenly jolting up and slamming one fist into the wall, "Anthony, or Grace! Those traitors just wanted to take MY hard-earned points!"
He glared at the camera intensely, "I don't care which one I'm voting out first, but they'll both regret messing with me!"
Confessional - Audrey
"Aww man, I really like this team. So I'm just gonna vote alphabetically - skipping myself, of course," she chuckled, tapping her helmet with one of her hands.
Confessional - Olivia
Olivia sat back in the confessional, looking with a self-assured smile, "I doubt these people are going to vote strategically yet," she chuckled, deviously flashing the camera a grin, "So I can just work on letting my natural charms get the others on my side before I get rid of any real threats."
Confessional - Kevin
The chef had his arms crossed, and looked to the camera with a flat expression, "I think we all know how this ends."
Come evening, the Terrifying Turtles had retired to the trailers. But for the Crushing Crabs, they were awaiting the first elimination ceremony of the season. Two rows of logs were set up - in the front row, from left to right, sat Vera, Colin, Bailey, Audrey and Anthony, while in the back row - also from left to right, sat Kevin, Olivia, Daniel, Grace and CJ. Most of the team was just looking at Daniel with looks in various stages of annoyance, save for CJ who was glaring at Anthony and Grace - the weeb was shrinking under the pressure, while Grace was more focused on Daniel.
Blake stood in front of them, the host holding ten ships in bottles on a tray in his hands, "Crushing Crabs," he chuckled lowly, shaking his head from side to side with a smile on his face, "You did awfully today, I'll say it."
"Digging holes? Stepping on glass? Drawing? Betrayal?" Blake listed off, though Grace objected to the last one.
"We did nothing of the sort!" she protested, looking at Blake confidently.
"Keep telling yourself that," CJ muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
"Anyways," Blake shook his head, "You've all voted for somebody you'd like to see off of the island. When I say you're name, you better be able to catch of these," Blake held up a ship in a bottle, "Or it might hurt."
"The first safe camper is… Colin," Blake read out. The crab fanatic had Herman's terrarium strapped over his shoulder, and smiled as he caught the bottle.
"Audrey, Bailey," Blake threw bottles towards the skateboarder and V-Tuber, and while Bailey caught theirs, Audrey's hit in the helmet and knocked her off of her log.
"Olivia, Vera," Olivia caught hers with one hand, smirking, while Vera ducked and hid her face behind her sketchpad as it flew over her head.
"Grace," the plain girl perked up at her name being called out, and the ship quickly landed in her lap.
"CJ," the challenge seeker grinned as his name was finally called out, swiftly raising an arm out to catch his bottle with one arm, which he did with relative ease.
"and Kevin," the chef smiled as he was called up, though the bottle missed him entirely, landing in a nearby forest and hitting a monkey - at least, that's what it sounded like.
That left just Anthony and Daniel. Anthony was sweating nervously, hiding his mouth behind his hands as he waited for the final name to be called. Daniel, comparatively, was still his usual smug self, not feeling worried about elimination at all.
"Anthony, Daniel," Blake said, looking towards the bottom two, "You're the two most voted for people here."
"Anthony, you're here because somebody here thinks you're a filthy backstabber," Blake noted, holding up the last ship in a bottle, "Got anything to say about that?"
Anthony looked up, slightly panicked, before sighing dejectedly, "I have no idea what happened up there."
"And Daniel…" Blake said, raising the tension, "Literally everybody hates you. Got anything to say about that?"
Daniel simply let out a haughty huff, though a single bead of sweat rolled down his face.
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Anthony. Sorry-not-sorry Daniel, but you're out!" Blake called out, throwing the final ship towards a surprised Anthony.
Daniel gave out… a smirk? The rich brat looked surprisingly calm with his elimination, and turned towards the rest of his team with a shockingly genuine smile.
"Congrats," he said, flashing a smile to the rest of his team, "Looks like I succeeded!"
"Succeeded?" Bailey questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"I'm an actor," Daniel grinned, running a hand through his hair, "And I wanted to see if I could become… the most hateable person possible."
Daniel flashed a pose as he did, confusing everybody.
"Why?" Colin asked, as he tried to take the ship out of the bottle. He succeeded, and placed it into Herman's terrarium, much to the crab's delight.
"No real reason," Daniel shrugged, turning away, "I merely wanted to challenge myself. I'm rich, I can afford to lose this show. All it means is that I'm good at being awful," he chuckled, still being kind of a jerk.
Blake cleared his throat, getting everybody's attention, "Well, after that… odd… reveal, I think it's time for me to reveal how we'll be sending Daniel home!"
A quick transition showed other nine members of the Crabs and Blake all stood on the dock where Blake announced everything. Daniel, comparatively, was stood in a 'small' metal submarine adorned with Blake's face and the Total Drama: Kadachi Island logo. His head and torso were poking out, and Blake turned to him with a smirk.
"Meet… the Submarine of Shame!" Blake called out, as the team stared in awe, "your one way ticket out of here!"
"Daniel, any last words," he asked, looking up to the actor expectantly.
"I didn't fail," he said, with a smug smirk as he looked back to his, "But farewell!"
"Hold on!" Anthony shouted, "Did you actually shut down that restaurant? I overheard the sleepy girl from the other team saying you did that, so I just wanna know."
"On-screen," Daniel smirked, "Watch-"
The team watched the lid close, as Daniel disappeared from view, his self-advertising muffled by the top of the submarine closing in on him. The submarine lowered itself, and disappeared underwater without a sound. The Crushing Crabs walked back to camp, though Blake stayed back to end the episode.
"One down, eighteen to go!" he declared, raising his arms out, "Will the Crabs win? Or will the Turtles win? And will Ally ever break character? Find out next time on…" Blake rose his arms out, as he signed off the episode.
"Total!"
"Drama!"
"Kadachi Island!"
Reasoning: I think it's fairly obvious why Daniel went home first. In almost every draft - save for one where he merged, though the cast was much different then - Daniel was the first boot. His entire gimmick is to be as hateable as possible, so I see no reason to not kick him out first. I also needed the Crabs to lose first in order to further certain plotlines, so I couldn't eliminate one of the Turtles.
Votes:
Daniel: Anthony, Bailey, Colin, Grace, Kevin, Olivia, Vera
Anthony: Audrey, CJ
Kevin: Daniel
Author's Note: Chapter 2's done! I don't have much else to say, except I'm working up another project featuring my OCs that I hope to get started after Chapter 3's up.
Crushing Crabs: Anthony, Audrey, Bailey, CJ, Colin, Grace, Kevin, Olivia, Vera
Terrifying Turtles: Alexis, Ally, Celeste, Dustin, Dylan, Ember, Jesse, Mathias, May, Rayna
20th: Daniel