"Last time on Total Drama Island… The Killer Bass and Screaming Gophers faced off in the first challenge of the series," footage of the competitors jumping off of the 1000 ft. high cliff plays, "jumping from a 1,000 foot drop into shark infested waters! Geoff got wasted on Chef's vodka, LeShawna showed Heather who's boss and Noah ended up making friends with Owen."
"Near the end of the challenge, The Killer Bass devolved into arguing with each other for failing so hard in the challenge. Upon losing, Eva kicked the crap out of Ezekiel for his sexist comments against women! Yikes.." Eva's assault on Ezekiel is shown.
"In the end, the Bass had to send someone packing. Between the rage-aholic Eva and the sexist loser Ezekiel, poor redneck Zeke was sent packing."
We see Chris standing on the dock of shame. "Will the Gophers keep their lead? Who will upset their competitors into a feral frenzy next? Find out right here, right now on…
Total.
Drama.
Island!"
The theme song plays over an intro sequence.
The first shot depicts Wawanakwa in full, leading up to a giant cliff and zooming past McLean as he sips a coffee before diving into the water below the cliff.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.
You guys are on my mind.
We see Ezekiel under water, watching Geoff and Bridgette with a downtrodden look on his face, both of which are staring longingly into each other's eyes until an eagle picks Geoff up by his shoulders and carries him off. Bridgette tries to reach for him, watching him fly away with concern.
You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see
I wanna be famous.
The eagle drops Geoff down as it soars past the sun. He falls down a few tree branches before landing in DJ's arms, who seconds prior was enjoying nature and the copious animals around him. The animals get violent and attack as soon as their peace is disturbed. DJ and Geoff scream as the former runs with the latter in his arms away from the vicious animals.
Duncan laughs hysterically at the scene, but Courtney glares at him with disapproval, causing him to stop.
I wanna live close to the sun
So pack your bags cause I already won.
Heather is in a canoe with Beth and LeShawna going down the stream. Beth is in the middle, trying to separate the two from dueling. The canoe ends up careening off of the stream and down a waterfall, which makes the teens fall to the water below, passing by Harold as he practices a few fighting poses on a dangerously positioned log overlooking the falls. As he stretches his arms and legs out in a dorky position, Izzy swings in on a vine and knocks into him, bumping directly into an outhouse housing Lindsay, who falls out with her skirt around her ankles.
Everything to prove
Nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Cause I wanna be famous.
Inside the mess hall kitchen, we see Chef preparing some disgusting green soup with his bare hand dipped into the pot. He looks behind him at a tied up Owen and Noah, both looking petrified of whatever Chef is concoting for them. In the mess hall itself, Eva arm wrestles Tyler, easily beating him and dislocating his arm.
Outside on the beach, Sadie and Katie coo over Justin, who is looking at himself in between two mirrors. He winks at one, his teeth glistening.
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We get a good look at the polluted, muggy, teal waters of Wawanakwa, a few seagulls fighting over a cellphone. Katie swims for it, with Sadie watching from the sand anxiously, but the skinny brown clone of her best friend ends up being terrorized by a shark and swims back to shore as fast as she can.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Back on the dock of shame, we see Justin strut to the edge before ripping his shirt off, water from the shark splashing towards Katie drenching his perfectly chiseled muscles. He flexes as the camera goes up and transitions from day to night, then comes back down at the campfire ceremony.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Trent is playing his guitar for Gwen, who is entranced by him. He leans forward, a warm smile on his face. As they inch closer, Cody gets between them and places a hand on both of their shoulders, smiling dorkily. The rest of the cast whistles the chorus of the theme song as the camera zooms out to capture them all sitting around the bonfire. The logo appears above them.
Total Drama Island:
The Creeps Cut
Created by Voice_From_Under_The_Covers and Crimson Candy.
It's a crisp, warm morning outside of the duo cabins. The sun is shining, birds and squirrels run about the forest, and Chris Mclean drives up to the cabins in his ATV with an airhorn. Wait…
HOOOOOONK!
LeShawna jolts awake, slamming her head into the bunk bed above hers. "Ah! Goddamnit!" She holds her bruised head, gritting her teeth. The rest of the campers awaken with expressions of anger, frustration, exhaustion or all three.
"Ugh.. He better not do this every day." Heather groans, stretching.
"Fun wake up call!" Izzy cheers, leaping out of bed before kicking the door down and rushing outside to see the commotion. The other Gopher girls look at each other.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"It's been one day and that girl Izzy has been easily the most annoying person I've ever met. Last night? She talked to herself for two whole hours until LeShawna finally told her to shut it! My insomnia's driving me crazy."
(Confessional end)
Both teams walk outside of their cabins, most of them groggy, like all of the Gopher women. Eva folds her arms with her airpods in, Cody standing next to her. He notices and taps her shoulder. She takes out one and glares.
"What?"
"Hey, so you use Apple products? I'm sorry, but you do know that IPhone is an inferior product to Android in basically every way, right?"
She puts her pod back in. "I don't care."
"Campers, attention!" All eyes are on Chris as he sits comfortably on his ATV. "Your first challenge starts momentarily."
"Before breakfast?" Owen panically questions.
Chris gives a smug grin. "Hehe, kiiinda."
"Well that's not cryptic at all." Noah rolls his eyes.
"Duh, it's a challenge, not cash!" Lindsay corrects, smiling cheerfully.
(Confessional: Noah)
"So the bimbo of the team knows what crypto is? God you've failed us, Musk."
(Confessional end)
"A challenge at the beginning of the day? You must love torturing us." Heather groans. Chris scoffs sarcastically.
"Me? Never! Now, as for the rules: both teams will race each other to the mess hall. First full team there wins!"
Harold scratches his head. "Right now?-"
"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" Chris screams his megaphone into Harold's face, the dork falling over onto the floor as the host speeds off towards the direction of the mess hall. Both teams begin running after him, with Harold lagging behind.
We cut to the forest, where we focus on Duncan, DJ and Geoff running together. "So boys, how you feelin?"
"Wicked! I'm way better today than I was yesterday, bro." Geoff yells out, running like the wind.
"I play football in high school, I'm used to this." DJ slyly remarks. Duncan smirks, looking around to see if the coast is clear.
"Way I see it, we're the strongest players on the team: the brawn, the spirit, the brains. 'Sides, I like you guys."
"Whatcha sayin' man?" DJ asks.
"We should stick together. Vote together. Make an alliance."
"Ooooh, good idea, Duncan!" Geoff exclaims.
"Not bad at all, for sure." DJ agrees.
"So it's settled then." The ex-con replies. Behind them, Tyler sprints behind them desperately.
"Wait for me guys! I'm on your team too!"
Duncan rolls his eyes. "Unfortunately."
(Confessional: Tyler)
"Those guys are funny, man. Just like back home!"
(Confessional end)
Meanwhile, Owen falls into a puddle of water under a tree, sipping the disgusting, urine filled, dirty water for dear life as Heather stops to catch her breath before him. "Can't. Catch. Breath.. Must have… condition!"
(Confessional: Heather)
"Yeah, it's called overeating! Look into it."
(Confessional end)
Heather kneels down and rubs Owen's back. "Aww.. poor guy.."
Gwen and LeShawna pass by them and have to do a double take, raising their brows at each other.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it. "Nevermind. I ain't seen nothing."
(Confessional end)
Owen weakly takes Heather's rubbing of his back. "I'm sorry, Heather.. Go on without me!"
"But Owen, our entire team needs to make it to the mess hall or else we don't win the challenge. We'll have to send someone home, and I'm not sure I can convince the others to spare you if you cost us the win!" She warns, exaggerating her voice. Owen blinks, looking over at her.
"Y-you're right.. But I just.. Can't.. Move.."
"Hey! Owen!" Noah appears, stopping just before the mammoth of a teen. Justin passes them along with Beth and Lindsay dreamily staring at him. Heather glares at Noah. "We're going to the mess hall, genius! There's food there!"
Owen's eyes light up. "Food? You really think so?"
"Duh!"
Owen jumps up to his feet, wiping his mouth as Sadie and Katie pass him. "Hehehe, right! Onwards!" He stampedes forward, Noah on his trail. Before Heather can even roll her eyes, Izzy zooms past, wearing nothing. Literally nothing.
"YEAH, WOO, ONWARDS, LET'S GO!" She swings her panties around a finger as she streaks through the woods. Heather gags, but follows.
Trent catches up to Gwen and LeShawna eventually. "Hey there! You guys fairing well?"
"Oh yeah, I was totally built for morning marathons through the forest on an empty stomach." Gwen sarcastically remarks, heavily breathing alongside LeShawna.
"We are struggling out here, boy." She pants.
"Here, I stole some of these from the party last night. Figured they'd be good leftovers." He takes a box out of his jacket pocket, continuing to run alongside them.
"Chocodiles, eh?" Gwen says, taking the box off his hands before tossing a few in her mouth.
Trent nods. "I saw how much you two digged 'em. I got more back at the cabin, if you want." LeShawna eats up a few herself and moans in delight.
"You got a deal!" She says, cheeks full.
"Thanks." Gwen adds, a small smile on her lips.
"Don't mention it." He grins back.
Meanwhile, near the back of the line, Courtney and Bridgette are followed by Harold. Bridgette tries to strike up conversation. "So.. what do you do at home?"
"No time for talking, Bridgette, we're in a challenge." She answers. Bridgette's demeanor falters.
"Yeah, I guess so. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
"We should be worrying about that guy back there though." The girls look behind at Harold, who struggles to keep up.
"Ugh, what a dork." Courtney whispers, an eye roll following.
"Hey! I can hear you, you know! Being a dork is an accolade in our modern era. Better than being called a simp or a beta."
"Whatever you say, dude." Bridgette replies, speeding up along with Courtney. Harold furrows his brows.
(Confessional: Harold)
"This is such bull. I'm on a team of plebs who don't understand my worth! I'll show them eventually, I'll show them all!.. In the next challenge. Running isn't my strong suit."
(Confessional end)
At the mess hall, Eva is the first to arrive, followed by Duncan, DJ, Geoff and Tyler. Sadie, Katie, Lindsay, Beth, Gwen, LeShawna and Trent follow suit. It takes a bit longer for Noah, Owen and Heather to show up, but they do, along with Justin. They're only missing two players, Cody and Izzy. Courtney and Bridgette show up shortly. The Bass end up waiting for Harold, while the Gophers wait for Cody and Izzy.
"Hey, Chris, man," Owen asks the host, who's checking his fingernails, bored as he awaits the final two competitors. "Where's the food?"
"It's coming, Owen. Chef's hard at work making it very tasty."
"By tasty, you mean gross, right?" Duncan spits.
"No, I mean-"
The door is kicked open by a bare foot. Izzy stands proudly with her hands on her hips. Cody trails behind her like a salivating mutt. "Did somebody say titty milk?"
"Ah! Chef, where are you? I need you to shield my eyes before I get consumed by that chicks fuckin' bush!"
"Wow.." Owen says, entranced.
"Gross!" Katie gags.
"Nice!" Geoff chuckles.
(Confessional: Izzy)
She puts her clothes back on, hiding the goods away from the camera. "Fun, yeah! You're welcome, producers!"
(Confessional end)
Izzy is now back in the mess hall, fully clothed with the rest of her team. Chris wipes sweat from his forehead as he hangs up his phone. "Okay, producers are cool with it. Looks like cancel culture is getting less and less relevant as young kids get older, thank god."
"Where the hell is Harold?" Courtney whispers to her team.
"Hey, wait.. We have all of our teammates. So, we win the challenge?" Justin asks. Chris nods, grinning. The Gophers cheer, while the Bass fume. Eva punches a hole in the wall, growling. Harold finally opens the door to the cafeteria, gasping for air with his shoulders shrunken.
"Did I make it..?"
"Actually, you lost us the challenge." Duncan answers.
"You worthless goddamn flea!" Eva runs over to him and grabs his scrawny neck with both hands, beginning to choke him. He gags around her hands until Chef comes out from a set of mysterious curtains in front of the lunchroom. A gust of tasty smelling wind follows him as he drags Eva away from Harold.
"Damn, girl, chill!"
(Confessional: DJ)
"That Eva girl needs to calm down. She's already beaten up two dudes in two days. That's just not cool."
(Confessional end)
"So, what do we win?" Cody questions.
"I smell.. Something delicious!"
"That's right, Owen! For your reward, Screaming Gophers, you have to… watch the Killer Bass eat this amazing feast, consisting of turkey, omelets, parfait, hamburgers, sushi, steamed veggies, fried chicken and chocolate cake!"
(Confessional: Owen)
Tears swell up in his eyes. "Did.. did he just say watch..?"
(Confessional: Noah)
"Are you fucking kidding me? No. There has to be a reason for this being a reward. There's no way he's just pulling our dicks."
(Confessional: Heather)
"Are.. you.. Kidding me? Ugh, Cody and Izzy are so dead! They should have been slower! I mean, slower than they already are!"
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"After a full day of white paste and mystery meat.. Oh my god, I could have destroyed that food. Even the meat! And I'm a vegetarian!"
(Confessional end)
The Killer Bass now cheer, whilst the Gophers look angry at Chris. "What kind of reward is that?!" LeShawna yells.
"One that makes the audience laugh at my subversion. Killer Bass, dig in!"
Half an hour later, the food is gone. The Bass sit, stand and lay with full tummies as they groan in satisfaction. "Ugh.. I couldn't eat another bite." Sadie whimpers.
"I know right? My waistline is totally, like, expanding!" Katie bounces off of her bestie.
"Hehe, mine too." They smile at each other dumbly. Tyler throws up into a bucket.
"Same, dude." Duncan mutters, clutching his stomach.
Owen cries with his face in his arms as the rest of the team watches. LeShawna, Gwen and Trent on the other hand share some chocodiles. Heather takes notice and shows them her palm. Gwen raises a brow. "Uh.. what?"
"Give us some, we're starving over here." Heather whispers, the rest of the team not noticing the trio sharing the snack.
"There isn't as much left for everyone at the table." Trent says. Heather rolls her eyes, grabbing the air impatiently.
"Then just give some to me." Gwen and LeShawna give her a look.
Trent hesitates, but eventually gives in. "..Eh, whatever." He throws her a handful and she greedily eats a few.
"You know there's a word you could use to sound a little nicer."
"Please and thank you, Trent." She says between chews.
"Better." LeShawna says. Heather taps Owen's shoulder.
He sniffs the air. "Chocodiles? Where?"
"Right here, buddy! I snuck some in just for you!" She hands him two of the chocolatey logs. He salivates, eating them both immediately.
"Really? Wow.. thanks, Heather!" He whispers back, chewing loudly. Noah looks over at him and watches Heather's face.
"Of course. We're friends." She smiles brightly.
(Confessional: Heather)
"When Owen was upset, I could feel his pain. I knew I had to help him. Now, if only I could get him and a few other willing participants to form an alliance with me. I can tell Gwen and LeShawna are onto me, and though Cody would be easy to convince.. Ugh." She shudders. "I'll need to find someone both capable but also controllable so they don't hurt themselves or me. From this, I see Trent, Lindsay, Beth, Owen and maybe Noah as viable candidates. Yup, I'm a real player of the game."
(Confessional end)
"Is everyone done here?" The Bass nod at Chris's question. "Great! Because now it's time for the second part of the challenge!"
"I thought eating was the second part." Harold says.
"Oh, Harold. It's a slow day for you, isn't it?" Chris taunts, smirking.
"Clearly." Eva scoffs.
"Eva.." Bridgette places a hand on her bulky shoulder, trying to calm her down.
"Leave me alone, blondey."
"Ah, calm down girls. Chris, please continue." Geoff mediates, getting between the two. He winks at the host.
Chris shoots finger guns back. "Thanks, Geoff. As I was saying, the next part of the challenge will take place at the campfire where last night's first elimination ceremony was held. Hope you guys can stay up late, because this challenge is quite the sleeper hit!"
"I don't get it." Lindsay whispers to Beth.
"I think we're gonna have a night time challenge." Beth replies.
"Not quite, ladies! I like to call this next challenge The Awakathon!"
Courtney gasps. "You mean you fed us all of that food to make us sleepy for a challenge? This was a punishment!"
"Speak for yourself." Duncan mutters to his friends, the three sharing a chuckle.
"Oh, you think you're funny, huh? Laugh it up, host man!" Eva barks.
"Your reactions are pretty funny, Eva. So yeah, I do! Now come on, people, to the bonfire!" Chris begins walking out of the building while Chef stays and repairs the hole in the wall Eva made as she manically mumbles to herself about murdering McLean. The other campers follow, though the Bass lag behind.
We cut to the campfire ten hours later. It's now 5:00 PM, the sun shining down at a good 84° while all 21 campers continue to stay awake. "Welcome back, viewers." Chris whispers. "There aren't many rules or strategies to this challenge. Phones are allowed, but chargers are strictly prohibited. The campers can only leave the bonfire area to use the confessional or take a leak. Lastly, to win, one camper has to be left standing on one of the teams. The game's over when everyone but that one person is dead asleep. We good? Good!"
We pan over the contestants. None of them are struggling just yet, aside from Owen, who is jittering and twitching as he clutches his growling stomach, Sadie and Tyler, who are sitting down on log seats whilst trying to stay awake.
(Confessional: Tyler)
"I have a pretty tight sleep schedule, especially back at home. I'd do my morning jog, go to school if I didn't go to the hospital, then come back home and conk out after practice. Working out takes a lot out of me, and that's why I'm so tired already." He yawns loudly. "..Man, I hope I can keep it together."
(Confessional end)
Owen is rambling with Izzy about nothing in particular, both parties trying to keep each other aware and awake, while Noah half listens in, watching Heather mingle. The raven haired Asian walks up to the bird brained blonde Lindsay, who was on her phone.
"Whatcha doing, Lindsay?" She cheeps.
"Huh? Oh, hi Heathen!" Lindsay waves. Heather's smile decays.
"Heather." She corrects.
Lindsay blinks. "I knew that! I'm on my phone, looking at pics my sisters back home sent me. Wanna see?"
"Of course!" She leans over her shoulder to see the pics, one over tanned and skinnier than a skeleton lady wraps an arm around her obese, dyed blonde sister. "Uh.. adorable."
"I know, right?" Lindsay smiles adorably, looking back down at her phone to shoot someone a text.
Heather shifts a little closer, sitting on the same log. "Hey, so.. I was thinking."
"You were?"
"Of course I was!" She clears her throat, Noah, Cody, Beth, Trent, LeShawna and Gwen looking at her suspiciously. She smiles innocently."Hehe, sooo I was thinking," she whispers, "you and I should pair up in an alliance."
"An alliance? What's that?"
(Confessional: Heather)
"Ugh…"
(Confessional end)
"An alliance is a secret team between people that can confide in each other. I was thinking maybe we add a third into the mix."
"But we're already a part of a team, the Screaming Gophers remember?"
"This team is between best girl friends. It's more intimate, more.. Tight."
Owen yells out randomly, "Woohoo! Stay awake for 24 hours? I can do that in my sleep!.." before suddenly he falls down and passes out before them, landing on Izzy. He snores, his eyes closed shut.
"L-little help?" The crazy girl groans. Everyone looks on in shock.
Bass: 10
Gophers: 10
(Confessional: Heather)
"Between Owen and Izzy, Owen seems almost useless in challenges outside of minor physical strength, but he's very easy to manipulate. Maybe I'll keep him as a pocket vote. As for Izzy.. no. Just no. She's on her own."
(Confessional: Sadie)
"Well.. I'm awake now."
(Confessional: Izzy)
"Is it hot in here or is it just me? Haha!"
(Confessional end)
"And Owen is our first out! The bigger they are, the hungrier they are, the harder they fall!" Chris obnoxiously exclaims.
(Confessional: Noah)
"Damnit, Owen! I could have used all of the downtime with him to form a bond of some sort. What am I gonna do now?" He taps his chin.
(Confessional end)
Heather rolls her eyes and grabs Lindsay's arm. "Do you accept?"
Lindsay looks down and thinks as hard as her little brain could. "So.. you'd take me to the final two?"
"Of course. You and me, and a third, probably. I need at least two."
Lindsay nods, gasping. "Ooh, how about Beth? She's adorable!"
Heather scoffs."Adorable? I mean - sure. Go, get her. We'll discuss the rules with her."
"There are rules to friendships?" The blonde stands up.
Heather nods. "Don't you know? And I meant the alliance. Our friendship has different rules."
"Ooh, fun! Ooohhhhh Bethhh!~" She sings, running up the dork.
Heather pulls her phone back up, muttering "Sucker.." under her breath.
11:00 PM, Night One
LeShawna yawns, sitting between Gwen and Trent.
"So, you're a musician?" Gwen asks Trent.
He puts his phone down and nods. "Yeah, something like that. My dad's a real tool about it, though."
"My pop actually encouraged me to join the show. He tries to pretend that he's this big, threatening bear of a man, but he's sweeter than honey deep down." LeShawna smiles fondly.
"My dad left to go screw his secretary." Gwen deadpans. The air around them becomes awkward.
Trent shakes his head. "Yeah? What a dick."
"That's an understatement." The goth sighs.
LeShawna puts a supportive hand on Gwen's boney shoulder. "Sorry, girl. Whatchu into?"
"Nothing, really."
Trent raises a brow, smirking. "Really? You have no hobbies whatsoever?"
She rolls her eyes, a smirk forcing itself onto her face. "Okay, okay, I draw. That's all."
"Ooh, you any good?" Trent asks, leaning over LeShawna to look into her eyes, piercing them seemingly. She looks away.
"I'm okay."
LeShawna puts a hand up, her eyes baggy. "I ain't never met an artist who ain't humble to the point of self loathing. She's good."
"You oughta show me sometime. Maybe after this challenge I could play you a song I wrote." Trent raises his eyebrows.
"Mm, what an honor that would be." Gwen replies sarcastically.
"It would be an honor! You know it."
Gwen gives a small grin. "Maybe. We'll see."
LeShawna yawns. Trent taps her shoulder. "Oh, sorry."
"What about you? What are your hobbies, LeShawna?" Trent asks, trying to keep her awake.
"Well, I love dancing, though I never got on the dance team back home, for some reason. I guess my real passion is with fashion. I sell stuff on Etsy sometimes."
"Wicked. Hey, with your knowledge of fashion, Gwen's artistic abilities and my everything else we could make an awesome music video together."
"Real humble." Gwen mutters playfully.
"Sure am." Trent says, closing his eyes with a cocky smirk.
"Only if it makes a boatload of cheddar. I ain't letting one bad video define me." LeShawna says.
"Oh come on, I'm not that bad."
The three share a laugh. We pan over the rest of the team. Heather, Lindsay and Beth sit to themselves, the nerd and the blonde sitting next to each other while listening to Heather. "So, one more time?"
"Sure! I wanna know for sure if I got all of it right." Beth nods, pulling out a notepad and pencil.
"Don't you have a phone for notes?" Lindsay asks, cutting Heather off before she can restate the rules of the alliance.
"Nah, my parents don't let me have technology." Beth explains.
Lindsay gasps in horror. "Here, use my phone, now! We have to set up a Snapneck account for you, stat!"
"Snapneck?"
"You'll thank me later!"
"Wait!" Heather snaps. The two girls sit down obediently, ready. "Listen, closely." They nod. "Rule #1. What I say goes. As the leader of the alliance, I make the important decisions, otherwise there's a possibility that we could make a huge mistake that we can't go back on."
Beth writes the rule down. "Got it. What if we have a suggestion though?"
Heather answers. "Tell me and I'll see if it works."
(Confessional: Beth)
"Wow.. No one's ever wanted to listen to me before. Heather's so much nicer than the pretty girls at school!"
(Confessional end)
"Rule #2. No dating outside of the team. So, no Lindsay, you cannot date Tyler." Lindsay breaks out of her trance from looking at Tyler, who is fast asleep.
"Aw.."
Bass: 9
Gophers: 10
"You could date literally anyone else who could actually contribute to the alliance - or you could date him during the merge, if he makes it that far." Heather offers.
Lindsay looks a bit more hopeful. "He could!"
"Don't worry about me, Heather. None of these boys are in my league at all." Beth chortles, writing. Heather has to force herself to not roll her eyes.
"That's right. Rule #3. If you leave the alliance, you're putting yourself at high risk of being the alliance's next target. We're nice people, right?" The girls nod. "But in order to win, sometimes we have to be a bit two faced. Don't voluntarily expose the alliance, and don't leave unless you hate money. Okay?"
"But.. being two faced is mean." Beth frowns, shoulders sagging. Heather puts a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to make eye contact.
"Look around you, Beth. Everyone else is out to win one hundred thousand dollars and the fame that comes with it. Now, are you gonna let them step all over you and get that money, or are you gonna push back for the gold?"
Beth looked over the competitors around her, furrowing her brows. The faces of teens from her school popped in to replace all of them, laughing, cackling, mocking. "I'm gonna push back!"
Heather smirks and lets go. "Good girl. Lindsay, you're in?"
Lindsay throws her arms up. "Oh yeah, totes! Ooh, but one more question!"
"Shoot."
"What happens at the end, when we're the last three?"
"Well, it won't matter then. We'll split the money three ways and whoever wins, just does." The leader says, smiling innocently.
"Oh. Awesome!" Lindsay sweetly smiles, eyes closed. The camera pans to reveal Heather's fingers crossed behind her back.
Cody plays an emulator on his android, the battery still strong.
(Confessional: Cody)
"Switch battery life really oughta extend three hours, heh. Good thing I still got an android, and a bunch of females to chat up! I got my eyes on the goth girl." Wink.
(Confessional end)
Cody takes a few steps towards Gwen, ready to make his move. Justin suddenly enters his field of vision and accidentally trips Cody, causing him to fall on his face. "Oops, sorry, dude. You okay?" Justin bends over. LeShawna, an exhausted Sadie, Katie, Bridgette, Lindsay, Eva and Beth all ogle his butt when he picks Cody up.
"Y-yeah, man, thanks." He blushes, speed walking back to his little corner. Noah looks up from his book and shakes his head before looking back down. Izzy was still wide awake, sitting with the Killer Bass.
"...And so, in a nutshell, that's the lore of every Five Nights at Humphrie's game so far!"
"Riveting. Did I ask?" Eva questions, glaring melancholy.
"I don't remember. Ooh, wanna talk about Cuphole lore instead?"
"Cuphole?"
"Yuh-huh!"
"Aren't you a Gopher?"
"So?"
"Your disloyalty disgusts me." Eva scowls, putting one airpod back in.
"Heeeyy, I can be loyal! Tell ya what, let's make a concord: I'll be extremely loyal to you, if we both make merge!" Izzy exclaims, putting a hand out for her to shake.
"That so? You got a deal." The two shake hands, Eva as stone faced as ever. "Whatcha listening to?" The crazy girl asks, pointing at her ear. Eva taps the pod.
"Dancing Polish Cow." She walks away.
"Fun!" Izzy yells before frolicking back to her team.
Bridgette witnesses their interaction and walks up to her team, sans Eva of course. "Hey, guys, did you see that?"
"What..? Sea..? Like dolphins?" Sadie asks, barely conscious.
(Confessional: Katie)
"At sleepovers, Sadie usually falls asleep really fast, like way before me. She's so adorable when she's snoozing, plus it works out 'cause then I can take some lewd pics without being asked why she isn't in them." She smiles adorably, sticking a peace sign up.
(Confessional end)
"No." Bridgette flatly says. "Eva was talking to Izzy."
"Big whoop, Tyler was talking to the airhead over there and nobody said a thing." Duncan says, folding his arms.
"Big whoop? Duncan, they could be plotting!" The blonde counters. He's unfazed.
"Bridgette's right." Courtney stands up next to her. "Eva isn't Tyler, she's malicious. If there's even a chance that she's being friendly with the enemy, we have to cut her loose."
"Even if she wasn't, I'd still vote her off. She threatened me with violence, just like all those stupid bullies back at school." Harold says, earning a loud laugh from Duncan and Geoff. "What?!"
"Nothing, man." Geoff shakes his head, getting the last of his laughter out. He nudges DJ's arm with his elbow, so the big man lets out a small, fake chuckle, looking uncomfortable.
"Maybe we should ask her? What do you think, Sadie? Sadie?" Katie shakes her friend, who is now snoring against her shoulder. "Aww.. See? Super cute when she's asleep." She takes a pic of her face with flash on, startling her awake. Sadie falls on her back.
"I'm awake!"
"Ehhhh! You're out!" Chris mocks, pointing at the chubby girl.
Bass: 8
Gophers: 10
"Darnit!" Sadie grunts, standing up. "Well, good luck, guys." She yawns, stretching her arms out. "I'm gonna go to bed."
"Goodnight." Courtney spits out sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Whatever our feelings on Eva are, we can't lose this challenge. Everyone, stay focused." Her team nods.
(Confessional: Courtney)
"I had to stay up for two days straight to write a paper for AP debate class once. Dad said that if I slacked off on it and got less than an A, he'd lock me in my room for a day. I.. uh.. Had plenty of time to study afterward."
(Confessional end)
Eva turns her head as the group stares at her before they notice her looking and disperse. She growls and does faster, harder push ups.
As the group separates, Katie sits solemnly by herself, going on her phone. Geoff watches Bridgette go and stands up. "Yo, DJ, I'm gonna make my move. Any advice?"
"Huh?" The gentle giant yawns. "Oh, uh.. For Bridgette? My only advice to you, my brother, is be yourself. You don't wanna fake it till you make it, cause then she'll think you're someone else entirely when you wanna be with her. It's Geoff and Bridgette, not Feff and Bridgette. Ya dig?"
"Chyeah? Good advice, dude. Thanks. Yo, Bridge!" Geoff hollers, running after her. DJ looks behind himself, noticing Katie sitting by herself. He stands up and walks towards her.
"This seat taken?"
"Hm? I guess not." Katie answers. DJ sits down next to her as she stares distantly at her phone.
"So what's up?"
"Just trying to stay awake, I guess." She replies flatly.
"Same here. What's your favorite animal?"
"Hm.." She puts her phone down to answer. "I guess cats are cute. Yours?"
"This is gonna sound lame, but fish. I had a pet fish a long time ago named LC, Little Cutie. Momma's allergic to a lot of furry animals, so I was really only allowed to have animals without fur." He explains.
Katie smiles. "Aww, that's cute. Do you want a dog or cat someday?"
"Of course! Just not for a while. Gotta wait till Momma can live comfortably on her own."
"You're so sweet to her! My mom is super nice, but my dad is the meanest ever, I swear!" Katie groans exasperatedly.
"Haha, never met mine, but Momma said he was a good guy until he passed. You and Sadie are real close, huh?"
She blushes. "Oh, us? Kinda, yeah, haha. Not like that though, I'm, like, single, you know. Just don't look me up online."
"What?"
"Nothing. Tell me more about animals you like." She rests her chin in her hands and listens in, checking him out from head to toe.
12:00 PM, Day 2
"We are now two days into the challenge and several campers are still wide awake." Chris whispers dramatically into the microphone. The camera pans, showing Duncan carving something into a tree, Justin yawning into his fist as he applies skin cream onto his face, Gwen reapplying her eyeliner in front of her phone's camera, Trent playing a song on his guitar for the Gopher girls, including a snoozing LeShawna, and Eva listening to music whilst doing push-ups.
Bass: 8
Gophers: 9
"Aw, crud." Trent laments, looking down at the sleeping beauty.
"Trent, look at that, your song was so soothing it put LeShawna to sleep." Heather chirps sarcastically.
"Sorry." Trent replies, rubbing the back of his neck.
"No worries, it's fine."
"It is?" Lindsay asks.
"Of course." Heather steps on her boot subtly.
"Ow! Oh yeah, of course it is!" Lindsay waves one of her hands before walking away with Heather and Beth.
(Confessional: Noah)
"Nobody else sees through her? Really?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, no Owen, no problem. I know someone else I can rely on."
(Confessional end)
Noah walks up to Cody, who's playing Super Mario 64 on his android phone, a bluetooth controller hooked up to the charger port. "Yo, Cody, right?"
The scrawny boy turns around. "Huh? Yeah. What's good, Noah?"
The bookworm sits down next to him. "Look, I gotta tell you a secret."
"I don't like where this is going." The boy awkwardly chuckles.
He puts a hand on Cody's shoulder. "Listen: Heather is bad news."
Cody shrugs him off. "Well, I wasn't gonna ask her out, dude, I was gonna ask Gwen out."
Noah pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Not my point. Just don't listen to a word she says."
"Why? She seems nice to me."
"She's conniving, I'll give her that." Noah shakes his head. "What are you playing?"
"Super Mario 64, the game of champions. Wanna get the next turn?" He offers his controller. Noah puts his hand up.
"I'm good. Just vote with me, alright? I promise to keep you safe." He puts a hand on Cody's shoulder.
"Sure, dude. Later." Noah walks away, on edge.
(Confessional: Cody)
"Is it just me, or is that guy super gay? Nothing wrong with that, obviously, but Codmeister only swings one way: down. To hell. To see all the goth demon chicks." He proceeds to strum on an air guitar.
(Confessional: Noah)
"Is it just me, or is that guy super gay?"
(Confessional end)
Duncan looks over at his team. Eva continues to do menacingly strong push-ups, Harold is practicing some dorky swinging motion with a pair of nunchucks with bags under his eyes and DJ and Katie have fallen asleep against the same tree, with the girl leaning on his shoulder. He rolls his eyes as Chef drags them away by their ankles.
Bass: 6
Gophers: 9
"The Killer Bass is certainly suffering in this challenge." Chris comments. Geoff jumps to his feet.
"Alright that's it. Guys, we gotta do something!" His teammates look at him.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"By something, I hope to god he doesn't mean truth or dare. We played last night and it basically devolved into him asking me the same four party questions. It was kinda fun, but.. Monotonous." She yawns.
(Confessional end)
"Like what? We're trying our best here!" Courtney replies.
"I dunno, maybe.. Dancing will help?" Geoff does a pelvic thrust twice, his team cringing.
"Ha, no thanks." Duncan says, going back to carving a skull into a tree.
"No wait! Guys, listen: we've already lost Ezekiel and we're losing this challenge too. We gotta have a stronger spirit than this! I say we throw one heck of a party to stay awake. Who's with me?!" Geoff hollers. Harold cheers excitedly, the only member of the team who claps. Everyone looks at him for a few seconds before he stops.
"Gosh.."
"Not the worst idea ever, but a party would require music, food, drinks and people we like. Do you see any of that here?" Duncan asks.
"Well, I like you guys." Geoff grins desperately. Bridgette falls on her face unconscious.
Bass: 5
Gophers: 9
"I'm going to the bathroom." Eva says, indifferent. Geoff sighs and everyone goes back to their own devices. Heather watches her go, intrigued. Eva's airpod case falls out of her pocket as she walks and she doesn't even notice, continuing to walk to the bathroom. Heather gets up, looking around to see if anyone saw that. She starts walking towards the charger before out of nowhere Justin grabs it off the ground.
"Hey! What are you doing with Eva's airpod charger, Justin?" She says in an innocent voice.
"Hm? Oh, I saw it on the ground and decided to pick it up. Mine are dead, so this should help out with that problem. Why do you ask? You wanna share?~" Justin asks, jingling the case in front of her.
"Ew, no." She closes her eyes and folds her arms, looking away with a scoff.
"Ew? Tch, you need better taste, Heather." He confidently smirks.
"Just give it back! It's not yours." She tries to snatch it from his hands, but he quickly puts it behind his back, her hands grabbing his chiseled chest.
"You really think you're clever? Everyone's seen one of these shows, dude. Your facade won't last."
"And yours will? Please." She rolls her eyes.
"You see, the difference between you and me, Heather is.. Well, watch," He clears his throat, pocketing the charger. "Beth, Lindsay, could you get my-"
"Face cream?" Beth runs up.
"Deodorant?" Lindsay isn't far behind her. Justin looks at Heather, mouth agape. He smirks and holds his hand out.
"My mirror?"
"Here, I brought it just in case!" Beth hands it to him as fast as she can, the handle sweaty. Lindsay growls.
"You b-i-c-t-h!" The blonde starts pulling at the brunette's hair, Heather's alliance wrestling before her eyes.
"Girls! Go sit down, now." She yells, pointing at the Gopher's side of the campsite. Gwen and Trent raise their brows at her outburst, as does Cody and Noah.
"Sorry, Heathen.. We'll see you later, Justin~" Lindsay says with a wave as she walks away.
"It's Heather!" Heather yells, startling the ditz. Justin laughs. "You won't get away with this! I'll see you gone before the end of the week!"
"Will you, now? I guess we'll see." He walks away, checking himself out in the mirror. She stomps her foot, growling to herself.
(Confessional: Heather)
"Stupid pretty boy.. Making a fool out of me. He's dead!"
(Confessional: Justin)
"Poor Heather. Poor, poor Heather. Literally! No one hundred thousand dollars for her. It's aaaaaallll mine."
(Confessional end)
12:00 AM, Night 2
Justin is standing perfectly still, his eyes wide and much bigger than usual. Courtney jogs in place whilst Duncan watches from a tree, glancing downward at her ass a few times before going to sit with Geoff, who's playing drums on one of the logs as he sits on his knees. Izzy continues chatting up her team, mostly Noah actually.
"Don't you have someone else to annoy?" Noah asks the fire headed girl.
"Well yeaaaah, I guessssss, buuuut you're the most annoyed yet! Come on, lemme stay!"
"Here, read this." Noah passes her his book and takes out his phone. "It's four hundred pages. I want you to read every page and then summarize the book to me in a comprehensive way tomorrow morning." He explains, not making eye contact.
"Ooh, fun! You've got a deal, Noah!"
He tries to open Discordance on his phone, to no avail. He eventually pulls open Docs and starts writing his thoughts out instead. We pan the camera past an exhausted Lindsay and Beth, their eyes dead as they sit next to a very tired Heather. Cody sits crisscrossed, stubble growing around his face as he continues playing N64 games on his android. Finally, we focus on Gwen and Trent sitting together by the logs, the fire illuminating them.
"Okay, favorite season?" Trent asks.
"Fall, duh. Winter isn't bad either, though. Screw summer and spring." Gwen responds.
"Aw, come on, summer's not so bad, I love it. The air, the outdoors, the gigs, the pool parties, the beaches."
"Guess I'm not a fan of runny make-up, or summer camp."
He chuckles. "Fair point. Alright.. Favorite color?"
"Midnight blue."
"Ooh, mysterious. I like that." They smile at each other. The stars are clear tonight. Out here, there's no light pollution, despite all of the other pollutants around the island, so the skies are clear and space is visible more clearly than anywhere in Toronto or Canada as a whole. Gwen yawns, at ease. He puts his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't fall asleep yet. Okay.. favorite movie moment?"
"You're gonna think it's cheesy."
"Promise I won't." He flashes that charismatic grin and the look in his eyes is full of a charming warmth. She gives in.
"Okay.. The kiss scene at the end of that road trip movie. You know, the one with the guy and the three girls?"
"Pfft, what? You like that movie?"
"Not one to hold your promises?"
"I am; I never said you were cheesy. I think it's cool you aren't conforming to one style, y'know?" He nudges her with his elbow. She smirks back.
"I think I do."
Meanwhile, Heather watches them, still frustrated behind a thick crust of sleepiness. Lindsay and Beth are zombies at this point, the former blindly staring at her blank phone screen after it's dead whilst the latter blinks herself awake several times. The leader of the alliance nudges Lindsay. "Hey, we should talk strategy."
"Huh..?" Lindsay goes limp, snoring like a puppy.
Bass: 5
Gophers: 8
Heather turns to her right and pokes Beth's shoulder. "Beth, we should totally talk strategy. I say, if we lose, we vote Justin."
"Justin.. Mm…" Beth moans before falling asleep in place, her back hunched over. The raven haired girl sighs, shaking her head.
Bass: 5
Gophers: 7
On the Bass side, Courtney continues to jog in place. Duncan walks up to her and chuckles. "What's so funny?" She pants out.
"For a supposed CIT with all this outdoor training, you're not very bright, are you?" Duncan questions. Courtney jumps up, sticking a finger in his face.
"How dare you! A neanderthal criminal like yourself talking to Courtney Barlow like that?! I'm way smarter than you!"
Duncan grabs her hand and puts it down. "Yeah, right. Jogging in place is only gonna make you more tired, princess. Not less."
She huffs. "Oh yeah? I guess we'll see about that." Then she continues jogging in place. Duncan takes a few steps forward and has to do a double take when he notices Justin in the middle of camp, standing completely still in a superhero pose, his eyes whiter and bigger than usual.
"Guess it's better than whatever that guy's doing."
Geoff walks up to Duncan and lets out a surfer dude chuckle. "Haha! Duuuude, he's so focused his eyes got bigger!" He points. They approach him, some Bass and Gopher eyes following out of pure boredom.
"Hey, pretty boy, I'll have what you're having." Duncan puts his hand in front of Justin and snaps his fingers, waiting for a hand out. Instead, his real eyes blink awake behind the make-up plastered on his face meant to look like conscious eyes.
"The hell?" Geoff murmurs.
Eva gasps and points at Justin, her airpods still in her ears. "His eyes just moved, I saw that! He's pretending to be awake with sissy make-up!"
Chris smacks his cheeks in a flamboyant shock. "Shut up! I gotta see this." He runs over to Justin and watches him closely. The model just bashfully smiles. "That is awesome! But, you're still out, dude." his smile fades.
Bass: 5
Gophers: 6
9:00 AM, Day 3
Harold snores whilst passed out on the grass. Duncan, who's eye bags are nearly purple in color, grabs Harold's wrist and dips his hand in a glass of water. The dork pees himself awake.
"No way, it works! Dude peed his pants!" The delinquent hollers, laughing himself into hysterics. Harold gasps, blushing as everyone looks at him with disgust, or in Geoff's case, mild amusement as he runs off.
Bass: 4
Gophers: 6
On the other side, Noah cuddles a sleeping Cody, both of them knocked out dead. Noah kisses Cody's ear whilst dreaming of a black haired Asian goddess with curves that could kill and a voice that's almost as heavenly as a- oh my god, he's kissing Cody.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Cody screams, waking Noah up. The two scream at each other for a few moments before running away.
Bass: 4
Gophers: 4
(Confessional: Noah)
"You saw nothing! Edit it out!"
(Confessional: Cody)
"First time getting kissed and it's a non consensual cheek kiss by a boy who looks and acts like Squidward Tentacles. Fuck my life."
(Confessional: Izzy)
"Hot stuff! More, please!"
(Confessional end)
5:00 PM, Day 3
Izzy can be seen fast asleep, her nose buried deep into Noah's book as she snores away. Chef promptly picks her up and carries her off.
Bass: 4
Gophers: 3
Courtney paces in place until she no longer can, slowly sitting down on one of the many log seats. Duncan yawns as he approaches her with folded arms and a cocky expression. "So.. feeling sleepy?"
"Sleepy? No! Of course not. I just.. Need.. to.. Rest my eyes…" zzzz….
He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Great job, Courtney, once again."
Bass: 3
Gophers: 3
(Confessional: Duncan)
"In juvie I learned a lot about myself. We had an onsite quack who diagnosed me with insomnia. Honestly, yeah, it sucks, but without it I doubt I would have lasted this long in the challenge, so that's cool. Anyway, Courtney: sure, she's hot, and yeah, it's fun tormenting her, but it's been two challenges in a row where she's been basically shooting us in the foot. I ain't gonna vote for her, but someone probably should."
(Confessional: Eva)
"This team is worthless. How come the goddamn Gophers get Noah, Justin and Trent while we're stuck with Tyler, Sadie, Katie and Courtney?! Makes me so.. Peeved."
(Confessional end)
2:00 AM, Night 3
The contestants left are Duncan, Heather, Geoff, Gwen and Trent after Eva passes out comfortably laying down on her arms..
Bass: 2
Gophers: 3
Gwen and Trent lie on their backs, both looking up into the starry sky, clear as a void.
"You know, complain all you want about this island, but I've never seen the stars so clearly until today." He says lethargically, his head inches away from hers.
"I know. Out here, there isn't any light pollution whatsoever."
"Isn't that nice?"
"Sure.. but light pollution is still occuring within the rest of the world. Just because we're away from it doesn't mean it's gone, you know?"
"..I got a story if you wanna hear it."
"Shoot."
"My grandad used to take me fishing, since my old man was too busy to spend time with me. He worked a lot too, so it was always really late when he took me out to the lake, sometimes at around 2:00 AM. We could see the stars so clearly from there, and even if the circumstances of our fishing trips were a bit sad and present before and after we met up, it was beautiful. He's gone now. Man, I miss those fishing trips."
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"Gwen..? Ah, crap! Really?"
Bass: 2
Gophers: 2
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Trent's story was not boring, before anyone assumes I'm some bitch who fell asleep on him. His voice is just kinda relaxing. In a dumb way. You know..?" She smacks her forehead.
(Confessional end)
Duncan, still fully awake with only his eye bags do show he was even remotely tired, laughs at Trent. "And there she blows! Geoff, man, another round of fist bumps?" He puts his fist out for Geoff to bump.
"You KNOW it, Duncan, dude!" Geoff immediately punches Duncan in the eye, knocking him out. "Oh fuck, sorry, dude! Does that count?" He asks Chris.
"Is he snoring?" The host questions.
Geoff looks down. Duncan begins to snore as a black eye develops over his left eye. "Yeah….?"
Chris grins. "Yup!"
"Aw.."
Bass: 1
Gophers: 2
"Hey, don't worry about it, Trent's the only one left on his team, so it's down to you two." Chris explains, placing a hand on Geoff's shoulder.
"What about Heather?" Geoff asks.
Chris points his thumb backward towards Heather, who's snoozing alone, head resting in her palm. "Ngh… w-what?... zzzz…." she mumbles, promptly falling asleep.
Bass: 1
Gophers: 1
"Damnit!" Trent sighs, standing up weakly with a yawn. Geoff stands up too, smacking himself in the face.
(Confessional: Trent)
"It's me vs the party animal? I'm doomed! Ah, Gwen, why'd you have to leave me?"
(Confessional: Geoff)
"The whole team is depending on me, I can't just let them down! Man.. Duncan's gonna be pissed when he wakes up. Sorry, dude, didn't mean to hurt you, seriously!"
(Confessional end)
4:00 AM, Night 3
Trent and Geoff continue to stand opposite of each other, smacking themselves, pinching their wrists, even jumping in place just to stay awake. Constantly their eyelids close and open, but both boys end up still waiting for the other to fall asleep first.
"Come on, fall asleep already!" Chris shouts, eye bags of his own appearing under his eyelids. "You know what? I didn't wanna do this. I said that last night to Chef Hatchet, I said 'Chef: I don't want it to come to this.' but gosh darnit, you kids just won't give in. So.. here we go. Hit em, Chef."
Geoff and Trent stood guard, looking around for Chef. Out of nowhere, he jumps up from behind them wearing a pink sheep costume and sprinkles a pink, star-like dust into their eyes. Both of them yawn excessively, their knees jittering. Trent looks up into the sky and clenches his fists, while Geoff watches Chef jump around the bonfire, sprinkling more dust about as he plays a harp in his other hand. The whole scene was loopy.
"Haha.. that's.. Really.. Goofy."
Geoff falls down and snores louder than anyone you've ever heard, clipping the boom microphones surrounding him. Trent takes a deep breath before also falling down. Chris runs toward him and grabs his wrist and raises it high.
"We have a winner! Trent is our winner!" He runs over to his chair and grabs his megaphone, jumping on his ATV to drive to the cabins of the loser competitors and yell out, "The Screaming Gophers win!"
A series of groans and celebratory cheers follows.
The next day, before the bonfire ceremony, Eva is in the Bass cabin, ruthlessly yelling obscenities as she ransacks the male side of the cabin. Several personal items are thrown out of the door, including…
"My keyboard!" Harold yells.
"My planner!" Courtney shrieks.
"My surfboard!" Bridgette gasps.
The rest of the Bass team looks at her like she's crazy as she comes barreling out of the cabin, her chest heaving. "WHERE IS IT? WHERE'S MY AIRPOD CHARGER?! ONE OF YOU STOLE IT!" She points at them aggressively before running into the girls side of the cabin and tossing everything out from there too.
"Okay.. can someone just give her back her charger before she kills us all?" Sadie pleads, hands clasped. Out of curiosity, the Gophers come out of their cabin to see what's going on, with Heather and Justin leading the charge.
"What's happening?" Heather asks Bridgette.
"Eva's freaking out because someone stole her charger. Or she lost it. Who cares either way?" The surfer girl asks, clutching her board to her chest as she nurses it back to cleanliness. Heather gets down to her level.
"Really? That's so mean and nasty. Who could have ever done that?" She sneers at Justin. The hunk gasps.
"Oh my goodness, Bridgette, you couldn't possibly be talking about this charger, could you?" Justin reveals the portable case, pinching it between his index finger and thumb. Bridgette nabs it and holds it in her two palms, eyebrows raised suspiciously.
"How did you-"
"She must have dropped them. I found them alone at the bonfire. Please, do give her my best. She seems.. Unhinged. Hysterical, if you will." Smugly, Justin walks away. Heather stays behind to comfort Bridgette as Eva continues wrecking the cabin.
"Hey, why don't you go give her back the charger and I'll take care of your board, huh?"
"..Oh I'll give her back her charger." Seething, Bridgette marches towards the Bass cabin and taps Eva's shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. Eva turns around and grits her teeth.
"WHAT IS IT, BLONDIE?"
Bridgette harshly pushes Eva's charger into her chest. "Your charger. Justin found it on the grass by the bonfire." The female bully grasps the charger, slowly looking up at Bridgette with that same look of anger. "Nobody stole it. Not a soul. You overreacted and for what? Now your entire team hates you, and there's no doubt that you're up next for elimination. You dirtied my surfboard, broke our stuff and wrecked our cabin; what do you have to say for yourself?"
"...It was you." Eva growls.
"What?" Bridgette asks, in disbelief that that's her response.
"You lying little BITCH!" She screams in her face.
Her voice can be heard throughout the woods. A bear puts on a pair of headphones to stop listening to her chords echo in his ear.
At the bonfire ceremony, The Killer Bass sit down on the same logs their tired, aching butts have been sitting on since the challenge started earlier. Every one of them aside from Tyler, DJ, Sadie, Katie and Bridgette have eye bags. Duncan's black eye is still present. Geoff offers his fist to the delinquent.
"Hey bro, no hard feelings, chyeah?" Duncan looks over at the party dude,
"Yup. None at all. Don't worry, Geoff, I'll get my revenge, and then we're square." Duncan says, bumping his fist. Geoff looks worried momentarily before chuckling.
"Haha, nice one, man." He tips his hat, grinning like an idiot.
Duncan glares at him. "I'm serious." Then he turns back to Chris, who enters the bonfire ceremony with 9 marshmallows on a plate. Geoff awkwardly laughs along before swallowing.
"You've all cast your votes and made your decision. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever."
A chill runs up Geoff's spine. He looks over at Eva, where everyone else is staring. She notices and looks around. "What? I said I was sorry!"
"The first marshmallow of the night goes to Bridgette." Chris calls.
"Tch, typical." Eva mutters, shaking her head. Bridgette gets up and claims her treat, boisterously eating it in front of her.
"Eat it, Eva." She remarks, looking her directly in the eye. The threatening woman growls.
"Next is Duncan and Courtney." The duo get up and pick up their marshmallows. Courtney can't help but stare at his closed eyes with a hint of concern. He smirks when he realizes, so she looks away and fakes a gag instead.
"DJ." Chris throws a marshmallow at DJ, who catches it with his mouth before joining the others. "Katie and Sadie!"
"EEEHHH!" The annoying pair cheer, holding each other tightly before taking several selfies together and running up to retrieve their reward. "Thank you guys!" They speak in unison, smiling like mascot characters.
Geoff looks a little worried, picking at his shirt. Tyler taps his foot repeatedly into the ground, while Eva gets progressively more frustrated every moment she isn't receiving a marshmallow. Harold looks at his competition and feels nothing, believing he'll be okay.
"Harold!" Chris proves him right.
"Yes!" Harold jumps up and accepts his marshmallow, blowing a raspberry at Eva.
"Hm… Tyler." Chris flings the marshmallow at Tyler. He catches it and crushes it immediately with his fist.
"Alright! Oh, uh, sorry, guys. Good luck!" He runs up to the rest of the cast and stops just short of them, looking back to see who will come out on top.
Eva goes from anger to worry in a matter of seconds. Chris points at the marshmallow as if he were trying to sell the thing and says, "Campers.. This is the last marshmallow of the evening."
A tense silence follows, only filled by the sound of insects chirping and fire crackling. Geoff looks on with some anxiety as he waits for a name to be called, his eyes nearly closed from the exhaustion he's suffering. Eva rubs her forearm, her eyes darting from the Bass looking smugly at her to Geoff's anxious frame to the marshmallow, until…
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Geoff jumps up and kicks his heels together. "WOOHOO! PARTY ON!" He rushes to scarf his marshmallow down. Eva's mouth gapes open and her tired eyes express sadness. As all eyes settle on her, she goes back to a furious state, standing up with her hands on her hips.
"Eva, the Dock of Shame awaits." Chris says, motioning towards the direction of the dock.
"Nice. Real nice. Who needs this STUPID team anyways?!" The jockette loses it before storming off, her luggage given to her by Chris. She kicks him in the shin and takes the baggage of mostly dumbbells into her hands in midair. Chris holds his leg in pain.
"Ow! Crazy bitch.." He mumbles as she passes by. "I'd get some good sleep tonight, guys. You're safe."
(Confessional: Courtney)
"See, I told you. You can't act like a total raging psychopath and then expect people to just forgive you, no matter how tough and strong and fast you are. She's never gonna have a career if she doesn't get her act together."
(Confessional: Heather)
"So Eva was one of their strongest players.. And now she's gone. I am so running this game. Justin is still an obstacle in my way to being the sole operator of said game, though. He'll be dealt with soon, I promise you that."
(Confessional end)
Nobody says anything to Eva as she leaves down the dock and gets on the Boat of Losers. Chef nods at her as she takes a seat in the back. With a hand on her cheek she sighs. "I guess my temper got the best of me.. Again. But whatever, they just lost their fiercest player, I hope they realize that!" She looks down, frowning.
Back at the bonfire, the group holds their marshmallows on sticks and raises them above the fire. Courtney leads the toast. "To the Killer Bass, and to not ending up here next week!"
Mid Credits:
At Playa Des Losers, the Boat of Losers stops. Eva looks up from the floor where she was staring for the last five minutes and pauses as Chef exited. "What is this place? Just take me home." She asks in a tired voice.
"This is Playa Des Losers, your home until the end of the game. Let's just get this over with, okay?" Chef explains lazily.
Eva stands up with her luggage and follows him. "Please."
The two sit down at a table, where Chef gives her her own room key. "We're doing an interview of every cast mate - it's for the promos." He gathers the paper illustrating the questions. She puts her fist against her cheek and her elbow on the table.
"Whatever."
"Name?" He gets a pen and paper ready.
"Eva Chantrey." She answers.
"Eva, what are your likes and dislikes?"
She looks up into the stars. "..What do I like?"
"Yeah, you."
Her cheeks become red with blush. She looks down at her large hands and answers quickly. "Uh.. lacrosse, basketball, football, body-building, wrestling - the real kind, not that fake WWF BS - and swimming. Competitively, not on the beach with all of the pretty whores of the world. I like cats too."
"Damn girl, you need therapy." Chef mutters, writing.
She looks away at the large swimming pool and bar a few feet away. "I was in therapy. Still am, technically. My dislikes include people, loud animals like birds and dogs, weaklings and any dipshit who smokes near me. Fuckers are always trying to ruin my lungs."
Chef peers from behind his paper. "Can we cool it with the cursing? That could come out of my paycheck."
"I don't give a shit." She replies flatly.
The cook rolls his eyes. "Okay then, whatever. Favorite food?"
"Spicy curry is fine."
"What is your dream job?"
"Professional boxer, or physical therapist, I guess."
"Describe your home life."
"No."
Chef looks up at her and sees a flat expression staring back. "Okay then, skip that one. Okay, last question: what would you have done with the money if you had obtained it?"
Eva looks back up into the stars, leaning back in her seat. "I would have bought my own personal gym equipment so I didn't have to leave the house and face the torment of those assholes at the public gym. I guess that dream is dead and buried, huh?"
Chef looks around awkwardly, scratchin the back of his neck. "Er.. man, these are way too heavy for me, I ain't doing this, interview over!" He hurriedly gets out of his seat and speed walks back to the boat with his stuff. "Enjoy the resort!" He yells as he gets on and drives away. Eva stands up and begins to walk towards the penthouse.
Ezekiel walks out of the building as she's about to enter. "Hey, we ran out of toilet paper in the- oh god!" He runs back inside, arms flailing behind his shoulders as he screams. Security is on her in moments, aiming tasers at her. She raises her arms and rolls her eyes, exhausted.
"..Ugh. I need a nap."
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