Before we get started, there is an act of rape being committed early in this chapter. Please do not stop reading the fanfic altogether just because of this. If you get offended, the least you could do is skip past the little bit where it happens.
And now, the continuation of Total Drama Domination…
"Anyways," said Chris, regaining his composure. "Let's move on to Mike!" Mike gulped. "So it's just been discovered recently that your personalities have returned!"
Mike sighed. "Yeah...they have," he said.
"Well, we're just gonna do a quick scan on you!" Chris hooked Mike up to a brain scanner. Eventually, he stopped.
"Huh. All four of your personalities from season four are accounted for. There's no Mal anywhere." Mike breathed a sigh of relief and said, "oh thank you!"
"But, there's a new personality in there!" said Chris. Everyone took turns gasping.
"I did it! I solved the puzzle!" announced Harold. Chris inspected Harold's work. "Huh. Excellent job, Harold. That's eight points for the Rhinoceri, and three for the Zebras." He walked back to where he was before. "Now Mike, he was asleep when I did the scan. Therefore, we currently have no further information on him. Thank you for being cooperative during this scan, though! You get a point!" That didn't make Mike any less worried.
CONFESSIONAL: Who can it beeee now? *trumpets start playing*
"A new personality? Oh, I sure hope he's not a pain in the butt like Mal was!" complained Mike.
*STATIC*
"Moving on...Dakota! Now, we would be sued if one of us tried to hit on you, so I want you to start doing acts of fanservice until some pervert out there *points at the campers* starts hitting on you!"
Dakota gulped and sighed. She removed her shirt, and Mike suddenly gasped. His hair now laid down, running past his ears.
"Why hello there!" said Mike's new personality in a voice slightly higher and softer than Mal's. "Let me finish the job for ya." "Mike" pinned Dakota down, stood on her hands so she couldn't stop him, and took off the rest of her clothes.
"Now time to experience something new," said "Mike." He plugged, and then he chugged on poor Dakota.
"D'AWWWWWW, SICK!" yelled Don. He and everyone else turned away as "Mike" gave away his virginity without a care in the world.
Eventually, "Mike" stopped. Everyone was speechless.
"Mike?!" Zoey called out. Mike gasped and returned to normal. He saw Dakota naked, covered in special frosting. "What...the fuck just happened?"
Dakota stood up and slapped Mike. "CREEP!" she yelled.
"Mike, look away. She's about to get dressed," ordered Cameron sternly.
Mike did as told. "Is that how my new personality comes out? Seeing something sexy?"
"This is why we don't allow shit like this to happen!" said an angry Chris. "This is why the cabins weren't supposed to be co-ed! So much for being a 'family show!'" He groaned in frustration. "So let's all issue an ultimatum here: no more 'sexy stuff!' Got it?!"
"Yes, Chris," said everyone. Some campers had crossed fingers behind their backs.
Chris continued. "Anyways Dakota, you get a point!" Dakota still looked pissed. "Now Brick!" The cadet gulped. "In the basement! Now!"
"Really?! You're gonna make him stand in the dark with a thousand spiders in there?!" said Leshawna.
"SPIDERS?! A THOUSAND?!" screamed Brick. "No thank you, captain!" Chris put a chicken hat on Brick.
"OK Sam, let's play a game!" said Don. "All you need to do is watch that screen for ten seconds!" He wheeled in a TV with a PS2 lying at its base, and he plugged the monitor in. A chord sounded as a dark blue screen with light blue squares appeared along with the text "Sony Computer Entertainment." Then the squares flew towards the screen, which turned red. A much darker chord sounded. Sam started screaming and kicking his legs around.
Don clicked off the screen. "That was only four seconds, Sam. You don't get a point." The gamer sighed.
"OK, the entire second generation has gone," said Chris. He started to walk out. "Let's get a weather update!"
The sky was now overcast, and thunder could be heard in the distance. "Oh no, dudes," Brody said in a hushed and worried tone.
"Doesn't look like we'll be waiting on them much longer!" said Chris. "Anywho, let's get started on our third generation cast!" The 14 of them gulped.
"Sky, let's start with you. Come with me to the counter," instructed Don. Sky did as told. "OK, all I want is a simple foot race. From here to the doorway. Got it?" Sky nodded.
"Ready, set, go!" They ran, but Don suddenly jumped, and before Sky could react, Don landed in the doorway.
"What?! But how did you—" Something above her answered her question for her. "A zipline?! But...WHEN DID WE HAVE A ZIPLINE?!"
"Don't know, nor do I care. All you need to do is handle your loss like a grown woman."
"IT'S NOT FAIR! NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOO!" she screamed, stomping on each "no."
"Some aspiring olympian you wanna be," said Chris. He turned to Shawn. "Shawn! Ready to hunt some zombies?"
Immediately, Shawn panicked. "ZOMBIES?! WHERE?!" He looked around. "Aw shit, I don't see any zombies, they must be hiding!"
Shawn ran outside, and instantly he was tackled by the interns (except Morgan, who just stood off to the sidelines watching annoyed). They were all wearing zombie masks and had tears in their clothes.
"AHHHH, AHHHHHHHH! GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OOOOOOFFFFF!" he screamed. The interns did as told.
"Shawn. Seriously?" said Chris while shaking his head in disapproval. He sighed and faced Sugar. "Sugaaaaaar!" he said. He put a pair of headphones on Sugar's head and connected it to his phone. He tapped his phone, and instantly, heavy metal began playing. Only a second later, Sugar threw down her headphones. "THAT SHIT HURTS MY BRAINS!"
"Brains? What brains?" quipped Dave. Sky laughed at this.
"Yeah. It's just music, Sugar." Sugar glared daggers at Don.
"Jasmiiiiiiine!" The tall Australian girl gulped. "Catch!" Don threw a double-length cardboard box at her feet. "Hop in!"
Jasmine reluctantly got inside the box in a crouching position. Don closed the top's flaps and taped it shut.
"Oy mate, how long will I be in here?!" Jasmine panicked.
"Only five minutes," said Don.
"Five minutes?!" she screamed through the box.
"Hey, if you want out, just say so!" said Don. When there was no answer, he continued. "Max, say something nice to me!"
Max stuttered. "Uhhh...I…" Don leaned in a little closer. "...uh…you're…good...looking?"
Chris burst out laughing. Some smiles and chuckles emerged from the campers. Don didn't know what to say. "Uhhhh...thanks, I guess." He quickly changed the subject. "You get a point, Max! Now Scarlett! I'm gonna have you challenge someone of your choice on the other team and I will tell you two a riddle!"
"That's easy. Lindsay," said Scarlett. Lindsay glared at the brainiac.
"OK! If you had one match, and you entered a room with a kerosene lamp, an oil burner, and a wood-burning stove, which would you light first?" asked Don.
"Wouldn't it make sense to light the match first? Because how else would you light those things?" asked Lindsay.
"Good job, Lindsay! No point for you, Scarlett!" The redhead scowled.
"Dave!" called Chris. "Someone clogged the communal toilets!"
"Heh heh, sorry. That breakfast this morning was really filling," said Owen.
"Another reason not to eat Chef's 'special.'" said Noah.
"BOY!" said Chef, who had just returned.
"Anyways, you are to unclog the toilet using your bare hands, and you can't wash your hands!" He laughed maniacally.
"NO WAY! Coming out of the toilet in Pahkitew Island was bad enough already!" Chris put a chicken hat on him.
"OK. Topherrrrr!"
"Yes, Chris?" the Chris fanboy asked excitedly.
Chris approached Topher. "How 'bout a little makeover? Specifically your hair?"
Before Topher could get up, Chris started running through the boy's hair. By the time he finished, Topher's hairstyle matched Chris'.
Topher squealed with delight. "EEEE! My hair matches Chris!" He hugged a very uncomfortable Chris. "Thanks, Chris!"
Chris deadpanned. "Yyyeah." Topher let go of him. "You get a point, Topher. Congrats. Moving on...Ella! Rather than watch what DJ, Abby, Dawn, and Bridgette saw, you will watch something else!" He pulled his phone out and tapped the screen. An ASPCA commercial to run, and Ella's eyes started to water. Not even ten seconds later, she sobbed.
"Oh, it's so HORRIBLE!" she cried. She continued wailing as Sugar covered her lips while laughing.
Chris put his phone up. "Alright, no point!" He faced Amy and Sammy. "Amy! Samey!"
"Uh, it's Sammy," said Amy.
Yeah, you read that correctly. The room went silent.
"Did, Amy, just, say that?" questioned Chris.
Amy covered her mouth and went wide-eyed. "Uh, uh, I—"
Sammy hugged her. "There's no need to hide it anymore, sis. I knew you loved me deep down inside." The twin cheerleaders hugged each other, and many "aw"s filled the room.
"Great, OK," interrupted Chris. "So are you gonna face your fears or not? Amy, you have to let Sammy one-up you."
"It's not really worth it anymore," said Amy.
"And Sammy," Chris said reluctantly, to which Sammy smiled. "You have to get your hair shaved bald!"
"Uhhh, no thanks," said the second-born twin.
"OK, no points!" said Chris. "Rodney! Your worst fear is asking a girl out, so! I'll let you pick a girl of your choice to ask out!"
"Uhhhh…" Rodney looked around at all the girls staring at him. "This is hard, Chris. Could you come back to me?"
"Nope! You've got to do it now and not later!"
Rodney sighed. "I'm...sorry. I can't do it."
Don put a chicken hat on him. "Good grief, he can beat a girl to a pulp, but he can't ask one out? Maybe he isn't into the ladies."
"Yes I—UGH!"
"Moving on...Leonard! And Tammy! Thy cast thee darkest spell in the book," He deadpanned. "Whatever it is."
The LARPers ran out of the mess hall screaming. Don looked at the camera. "Sheesh, you'd think by now they'd realize this shit is fake!"
"Beardo!" said Chris. "Uhhh...I'm pretty sure you've seen everyone and everything on this island, so we'll settle for the ones you've seen the least of!"
At that point, the Wild Things made their return, and Beardo ran out of the mess hall. "AHHHH, Y'ALL ARE CRAZY PEOPLE!" he managed to scream.
"Oh, kaaaaay. Now it's time for the—"
Chris was cut off by screams. He looked outside and saw rain and sleet coming down while Brody and Geoff covered their heads. Lightning was trembling until he saw a bolt of lightning.
"AHHHH!" The football player ran back into the mess hall. Chris put a chicken hat on him. "Fucking wimp," he said. "Brody! Geoff! You only need to stand out here for five minutes!" He walked back into the mess hall.
"OK. Now it's time for the—"
"Has it been five minutes yet?!" Jasmine yelled through the box.
"Oh yeah," Chris said a bit annoyed. He removed the tape from the box, and Jasmine quickly got out. "Congratulations! You get a point!" Jasmine smiled.
"Moving on...now it's time for the ridonculous race cast to face their fears!" Those who hadn't already faced their fears gulped.
"MacArthur, we've got a special little treat for you for being patient with us." Chris handed her a Hershey's Kiss.
"Ohoh, thanks Chris!" She immediately started chewing...and just as quickly her face turned red and tears came out.
"All you have to do is go five minutes without anything," explained Chris.
Thirty seconds into her task, she lost it. "I CAN'T DO IT! I NEED MILK!" she screamed.
Chef ran into the kitchen and tossed a gallon of whole milk to MacArthur, who immediately started chugging. Eventually, she threw up.
"Good god, is a ghost chili pepper really that hot?" asked Chris.
MacArthur was enraged. "YOU FED ME A GHOST CHILI PEPPER?!" she screamed. She tackled Chris, and started punching his face until Sanders got up and pried her off of him.
"MacArthur, you have got to control your temper," she instructed MacArthur sternly. MacArthur nodded but still looked pissed. Sanders faced the host. "I believe it is my turn now?" she asked.
"Yep!" said Don. "You already lost your mom before signing up for the Ridonculous Race, so it is my pleasure to tell you that your dad has just passed away."
Sanders' eyes went wide, and after only one sniffle, she started sobbing.
"Don dude, that was a bit too far." said Chris.
"So? I had to lie about her dad's passing; it was the only way she could face her fear!"
Sanders immediately stopped crying and glared down the newer host. "YOU WHAT?!" Without a second thought, she started attacking Don. MacArthur watched in awe as her partner gives Don a black eye before stopping.
Chris laughed. "Jacques! Josee! All you have to do is look at your respective medals for one minute apiece!"
Chris held out a silver medal and a bronze medal. Both panicked.
Unfortunately, Josee was only able to stare at it for five seconds before she snatched the medal and threw it. "GET THAT WRETCHED THING AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed. Chris retrieved it, put it in his pocket, and put a chicken hat on Josee. Jacques sighed. She needs to keep it together, he thought.
Eventually, the minute passed, and Chris put the silver medal back in his pocket. "OK. You get a point, Jacques," he said.
"Emma, your worst fear is not dying of old age. In other words, we'd have to kill you."
"Hell no," said the older sister. Don put a chicken hat on her, then looked sky was now clear again, but it was now a darker blue. "Geoff! Brody! Congratulations! You've faced your fears!"
"Alright, dude!" Geoff yelled as he high-fived Brody.
Don turned to Kitty and said, "Kitty, get changed! You're going swimming!" A wide-eyed Kitty left the cabin.
"Carrie. Devin. Rock," said Chris. You three have to walk from here to the outhouse. Go!"
The three started to walk nervously. Once they stepped out, the interns jumped and screamed from behind them, frightening them.
"AHHH! Rockin' awful, man!" Rock said as he ran back in. Chris put a chicken hat on him.
Carrie clutched Devin. "Don't worry homie, I can handle this. I'll carry you, and you'll just close your eyes and look away!"
A blushing Carrie obliged, and Devin carried his girlfriend on his way to the confessional. "Alright, we made it!" he said.
"Not so fast, you two!" said Chris. The two frowned. "You have to open the confessional."
Devin, still carrying Carrie, nervously opened the confessional. Suddenly, the Wild Things came running out. Devin ran away, only to accidentally drop Carrie. Unfortunately, by the time he noticed, she was being clawed by the bear and Scuba Bear 4.0. Chris blew an airhorn, and the Wild Things let Carrie go and they ran away.
Carrie angrily marched to Devin. "I can't BELIEVE you! You're like all the other guys I know!"
"Carrie, I—"
"Save it! I'm DONE!" Carrie marched into the mess hall while Devin watched heartbroken.
"Wowie, that is what we wanna see on this show!" said Chris excitedly. "Ryan, you're scared of drug addicts, well, here ya go!"
Keith slowly walked in, leaning forward with each step. "Hey man, snort some of this shit with me." He held out marijuana. "We'll beat Dave's ass together, alright?"
Without hesitating, Ryan snatched the leaf and crumbled it. "No," he said firmly. Keith glared at him, then he walked out of the mess hall.
"Great job, Ryan! You get a point!" said Don. He turned to Stephanie. "Stephanie! We've got someone else for you!"
Lance walked in, stumbling on each step. He was carrying a six-pack of Dos Equis.
"You're my favorite flavor of chocolate, girl," said the ghetto intern. To Stephanie's horror, he started biting her cheek. She responded with a kick to Lance's crotch, causing him to double over in pain.
"Good job, Stephanie! You get a point!" said Chris. Stephanie smiled at her boyfriend on the other team, and he smiled back.
Chris turned to Ennui and Crimson. "You two, in our tent. Now! Inside Out is playing!" The two gulped on the inside, and they did as told.
Kitty returned in her swimsuit, only she was all wet.
"Kitty?" asked Don.
"Oh, there was like a school of pretty little fishies underwater! I wanna keep them!"
"Sorry! Our fish are not for sale!" said Chris. Kitty frowned. "I'll give you a point, though! Go change back!" Kitty smiled, and she did what she was told. "Hey Dwayne, catch!" He threw a crocodile at Dwayne. He attempted to punch the crocodile, but it opened its jaws, and the father found his fist getting gnawed on by the angry reptile. "AHHH! Get it off me!" He yelled. Eventually, Don pried the crocodile off of his fist.
"Sorry Dwayne, no points!" said Don. Don looked down and frowned. "Junior, bad news!" Don handed the boy a piece of paper with writing on it. It read:
"Dear Junior,
This is your mom. I am divorcing your dad, and you two will be moving out once both of you are eliminated.
From, Mom."
"What the?! But...my mom loved me!" said Junior with more emotion than usual. Water started to swell in his eyes.
"I love telling lies," Don whispered to the camera.
Chris cleared his throat. Don looked at him. "Dude, not cool! Even for me!" said Chris.
"I'm sorry, I thought you cared about your ratings!" retorted Don.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Alright Junior, you get a point. It's my pleasure to tell you Don lied about your mom's divorce. Because of this, you and Sanders get a point for your respective teams."
Junior wasn't in the mood to celebrate. He glared at a guilty Don.
"OK, moving on," said Don. "Spud! We've got a little visitor for ya!" At that moment, the angry looking seal puppy flew threw the mess hall entrance. Spud, without showing any emotion, sucker punched the seal. "Did I hit something?" he asked after a pause.
"Yes! The seal you were scared of! Congrats! You get a point!" Spud's team started clapping, but Spud didn't react. It wasn't until the clapping died down when he started cheering.
"Always kind of a late bloomer, huh?" said Chris. He looked outside, and it was now a very dark blue. "Alright Chet, looks like it's time for your challenge!" Chet gulped. "All you have to do is walk around the perimeter of this building, both cabins, my cottage—"
"Our cottage—" interrupted Don.
"And our outhouse confessional!" finished Chris, not bothered by the interruption.
Chet walked out of the mess hall. "Good luck out there, bro!" said Lorenzo.
"Lorenzo! Now it's your turn!" said Don. "Come outside with me." A nervous Lorenzo followed him out of the mess hall.
"Look up in the sky," ordered Don. A vulture was flying towards Lorenzo, squawking as it did.
"Uhhhh…" Lorenzo started to say nervously. Suddenly, the eyes turned red and fired two lasers just above his head.
"AHHHHHH!" The skinny stepbrother ran back into the mess hall.
"Shame," said Don. "Let's check on Chet."
Chet had reached the side of his team's cabin. Unfortunately, when he turned the corner…
"RAHHH!" screamed Millie, who had been hiding where Chet just turned. Chet screamed and ran back to the mess hall.
Millie deadpanned. "These people are wimps."
"Jay, you don't like ghost towns, so we're gonna have you walk through the woods by yourself," Chris told Jay. "And Mickey, you don't like really fast roller coasters.."
Mickey gulped as Chris led him to a roller coaster resembling Goliath. The adversity twin sat down, and Chris strapped him in and turned on the roller coaster. Unfortunately, after the first drop, Mickey couldn't take it anymore. "GET ME OFF!" he yelled while kicking his legs.
Chris turned off the roller coaster, but left the boy strapped in. "Hope you find a way down safely," he said.
It was Don's turn now to disapprove. "Dude, don't kill the guy!" he whispered to Chris.
Chris groaned. "Fine." He stood on his tiptoes and undid Mickey's seatbelt, then he carried him. Once he put him down, he put a chicken hat on him. "Sorry Mickey, no points! Let's check out Jay!"
A high-pitched scream sounded. Jay ran out of the woods.
Chris put a chicken hat on him. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"An angry swarm of bees started chasing me!" answered the helmetless twin.
"Huh...did you take something from them?"
"Well, I took something under their hive."
"That explains it!"
CONFESSIONAL: I feel underused.
Jay held the Lance idol. "I hope this makes me feel more useful."
*STATIC*
"Taylor! Allow me to decorate your cow leather boots!" said Don. He walked towards her with a black permanent marker. Taylor ran out of the mess hall. "OK, that didn't work. Kelly! Let me run through the list of things you've done that makes the viewers think you don't like your daughter this season!"
Kelly covered her ears. "I don't wanna hear it!" she cried.
Don put a chicken hat on her. "Tom! Jen! In that closet! Now!" He pointed at a door.
The fashion bloggers opened the door. They turned on the light, and...the whole closet was filled with plad skirts with holes and tears in them. The fashion bloggers screamed (or in Jen's case, screeched), and they ran out of the closet.
Chris put a chicken hat on them.
"Ew, this hat is so ugly!" complained Jen.
"Too bad!" said Chris. "Laurie! Miles! We've got a feast for you! Ohh, CHE-EF!" he said in a singsong voice.
Chef came out with a cart carrying two cooked turkeys. The vegans gasped. Miles started to tear up. "You...cooked them?"
Chef nodded. "Yeah...there's nothin' wrong with that."
Ohoh boy, he should not have said that.
"YOU...SON OF A BITCH!" Laurie tackled Chef and by the time she was done, he had a black eye.
Don walked up to Chef. "Chef uh...why don't you go rest in our cottage?" he asked. Chef grumbled as he left.
"Sorry ladies, but you don't get a point," said Don. The vegans glared at him as he put a chicken hat on both of their heads. "Ellody, which came first, the Chicken or the Egg?"
"That's easy, the chicken. It comes from an embryo, which morphs into the egg."
"Nope! I never specified it was a chicken egg! Ha ha ha ha!" Ellody gave the newer host a disapproving look. [1] "Ahhh, but even if it was, you'd still be wrong. The embryo is the egg, and it and the chicken are born together. So, they both came first!"
Ellody panicked. "WHAT?! BUT...THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! THE CHICKEN CAN'T JUST MAGICALLY BE BORN!"
Don was getting annoyed. "It's not," he said. "That's where the embryo comes in. It's born from the embryo, with the embryo. After your little outburst, you don't get a point." Ellody gritted her teeth as Don put a chicken hat on her.
"Next is Mary!" said Chris. "All you need to do Mary is look at your 99% for, oh gee I don't know, 99 seconds?" he said with an evil smirk. He put Mary's imperfect test in front of her. The nerd went wide eyed, and her eyes started to twitch. After 9.9 seconds, she gritted her teeth and ripped her test in half.
"Ooooh, that was nine point nine seconds! I wanted those two nines without the decimal point! That's no point for you!" Chris put a chicken hat on Mary's head.
"Pete! Sit down!" ordered Don. The gray-haired tennis rival took his seat. Don sat across from him. "Alright, Pete. We're gonna do a simple arm wrestling match! Mono...y mono."
The two men assumed the position. Pete almost gets Don's hand to touch the table, when suddenly the host smirked and winked at the camera. Suddenly, Don immediately dominated Pete's hand, and the tennis rival's hand hit the table.
"What?! What the?!" cried Pete.
"I won! Fair and square!" boasted Don.
Pete wasn't having it. He tackled Don, and he started biting on the screaming host's hair.
"AHHH! WHY THE HAIR?!" protested Don.
"Because it's all you pretty boys care about, am I right?" Pete shared a laugh with Gerry, and there were snickers all around the mess hall, too.
Don got up. He rubbed his hair, which had awkward gaps in it. "Ooh, ow. Anyways Pete, you don't get a point!" He put a chicken hat on Pete, then looked at Gerry. "Gerry! You saw me rock that zipline during Sky's challenge!" Sky glared at Don. "Go ahead! Assume the position!"
A nervous Gerry jumped into position, closed her eyes, and he took off screaming. "AHHHH! I MAY BE OLD, BUT I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO DIIIE!" he screamed as the zipline sped him towards the walls of the mess hall. Suddenly, he stopped. He opened her eyes and looked around. "Is it over?"
"Yes, Gerry. You just scored a point for your team," said Chris. Gerry happily jumped off the zipline. "Alright, now we have the new guys! Except Abby; you already went." The five remaining gulped.
A pair of emotion-filled screams rang through the mess hall. Crimson and Ennui ran into the mess hall with tears flowing, causing their makeup to run.
"It was absolutely dreadful," said Crimson.
"Well then, you get no points!" announced Chris. The goths hung their heads in shame as Chris put a chicken hat on both of their heads. "Now, it is my pleasure to announce that the Zesty Zebras are currently leading 14-13. Rhinoceri, in order for you to win, both Dara and Veronica have to face their fears, and Ernesto, Chad, and JD have to fail theirs. Also, Jo has not recovered yet—"
"I'm here, McLean! Ready to kick ass and take names!" A voice yelled. The camera pans to see Jo standing nobly in the doorway.
"Great. Congratulations, Rodney. You can't be arrested anymore," said Chris, a bit annoyed he was interrupted. He continued. "Let's start with our two ladies! Veronica, allow me to bring up your last break-up with Mark! When you first met him, he was a genuinely nice guy!" Veronica started to sniffle, and a tear started to roll out of her right eye. "He offered you a date at Starbucks, where he would pay everything for you!" By now, Veronica was sobbing. "But once you got there, he was a no-show, and there was a note that read—"
"I CAN'T LISTEN ANYMORE!" the girl cried. Ernesto came over to hug the brokenhearted girl. Some campers looked at them mournfully, while others glared at Chris, who put a chicken hat on the poor girl's head.
"Alright, since Veronica failed, the best case scenario for the Rhinoceri is if Dara accomplishes her fear and all three Zebras fail theirs'!" announced Don. "Dara, you said your worst fear is public speaking. So, let's hear it!"
The nervous pushover slowly walked towards the center.
"FASTER, FASTER! IT'S ALREADY PITCH BLACK OUT!" Don yelled impatiently while clapping his hands.
Dara nervously ran to the center. She cleared her throat.
"Ummmm...I…" she started to say.
"Come on, say something!" demanded Don.
"I...think Don is a meanie," she managed to say. Don looked a little shocked. "I guess...that's good enough." She looked at the hosts. "Right?"
"Good enough for me!" said Chris. "Alright, we're tied 14-14! Chad, JD, and Ernesto, only one of you needs to face their fear in order to win! Ernesto, why don't we start with you?" He pulled out his phone. "Here's a short montage of all the red cards you've received, along with you doing everything you did to get said red cards!"
Chris played the video, and an uncomfortable Ernesto watched as he saw a clip of him receiving a red card for shoving a player out of his way, another where he got ejected for accidentally kicking the opposing team's goalie in the crotch, and another where he was the goalie, and a dive he attempted resulted in him tangling the net hard enough for it to be detached. Then a fourth clip started.
Oh god, I hate this one, thought Ernesto. In the video, Ernesto is seen kicking too high and accidentally kicking the referee in the teeth. The video's camera then zooms in on five teeth lying in the grass. Ernesto hung his head in shame as the video finished. "I am not proud of the mistakes I had committed. However, I must swallow my pride, as nobody is perfect," he said.
"Well Ernesto, you made it through the whole video, so not only do you get a point, but now the Zebras have officially won!" A smile appeared on Ernesto's face as his team cheered.
The Rhinoceri sulked. "Rhinoceri, go to the campfire! Now! It's already later than usual!" said Don.
CONFESSIONAL: Try to say "Good I might" without sounding Australian!
Mike looked depressed. "Well, I guess it was fun for what it's worth." He sighed and looked down. "I know I'm going home. It's time I see a real doctor. I'm gonna vote for myself."
*STATIC*
The team sat around the campfire.
"OK, let's start with the campers who faced their fears. Sanders, Harold, Ezekiel, Izzy, Gerry, Eva, Mike, Jasmine, DJ, Abby, Blaineley, Topher, Zoey, Dara, Max, and Ryan!" said Chris. Those who were just called got their marshmallows, although Mike did not look happy at all.
"Now let's continue with the ones who at least made an attempt at facing their fears: Cameron, Tom, Veronica, Pete, Ennui, Crimson, Leshawna, Sky, Mickey, Noah, Ellody, Ella, Gwen, and Cody!" That group of campers got their marshmallows.
"The rest of you: Lindsay, Owen, Katie, Sammy, Dave, Amy, Miles, Kelly, Sierra, Laurie, and Justin. You didn't even try to face your fears. One of you is going home...for-everrrrrrrrr. However, that person is not...Owen...Lindsay or Katie...Amy or Sammy...Dave...Sierra...or Laurie and Miles. Kelly. Justin. This, is the final marshmallow. It goes to…
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...Kelly." The mother went to claim her marshmallow. Justin stood up, disappointed. "Aw man, really? This competition was just heating up!"
"Dude. That's not even close to funny. Strap him in, Chef," ordered Chris.
Chef strapped Justin to a firecracker, lit the fuse, and in three seconds, he went flying. The hosts walked towards the screen.
"Alright! How will this fanfic do now that it's M-rated on , and it has a mature content label on DeviantArt? Will Devin get Carrie back? What lengths will Mike go to get his new personality sorted out? Will Rodney stop breaking things, and people? What will Jay accomplish with the Lance idol? Tune in next time, right here, on Total!" yelled Chris.
"DRAMA!" yelled Don.
"DOMINATION!" both hosts yell.
[1] Look for a photo with Courtney and Ellody staring each other down. The look Ellody has in that picture is the one she used in this episode.
IDOLS FOUND:
Lance - Gives user an advantage in the challenge where it's being used (Jay)
ELIMINATION ORDER:
#90: Staci
#89: Duncan
#88: Anne Maria
#87: Sadie
#86: B
#85: Justin
RAMBUNCTIOUS RHINOCERI:
Sanders
Harold
Cameron
Lindsay
Tom
Veronica
Pete
Ezekiel
Ennui
Crimson
Izzy
Owen
Gerry
Leshawna
Sky
Eva
Mike
Katie
Mickey
Noah
Jasmine
Sammy
Dave
DJ
Rock
Abby
Amy
Blaineley
Miles
Ellody
Kelly
Topher
Ella
Zoey
Gwen
Sierra
Dara
Laurie
Cody
Max
Ryan
ZESTY ZEBRAS:
Geoff
Ernesto
Chet
Jen
Lightning
Scarlett
Spud
Alejandro
Sam
Jay
Josee
Dawn
Jo
Brick
Devin
Beardo
Chad
Bridgette
Taylor
Brody
Scott
Sugar
MacArthur
Shawn
Tammy
Tyler
Emma
Leonard
Carrie
Dwayne
Trent
JD
Kitty
Mary
Stephanie
Jacques
Beth
Dakota
Lorenzo
Heather
Junior
Rodney
Courtney
...aaaaaaaaaand that's the chapter! Like I said, this chapter has a mature content label on DeviantArt, and this fanfic is now rated M on .
Now, about the elimination. Justin went because I had his friendship with Ryan, but ultimately with the development of other plots being much bigger than this one, Justin ultimately became a contestant who got pushed to the ground, and like I said in chapter 6, we're at the point where everyone has to get their asses moving if they want to stay in.
Just a reminder that Duncan left his house to try and get back on Total Drama Domination. Just in case you forgot, since it wasn't brought up in this chapter.
I also went back to the canon challenge this episode! Yayyyyy…
As always, Read and Review on , and comment and favorite on DeviantArt! PLEASE do not quit reading now that this fanfic is more mature! It doesn't affect the overall story! As long as it's still about a bunch of people participating in challenges to stay in the game and win a million dollars, it's still the same story!