"I don't see what's so great about this wall, anyways, it's just like every other dang wall around the world! Old, dusty, and easy for the Dukester, or some Mongolians, to bust through!" Duke knocked his fist against the wall, causing some bricks to crumble from it and leave a small hole in their wake. He nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching him before he moved to block the view of the hole he had just made. "U-uh…the last time on the Ridukeulous Race: our teams flew out of Dubai in two seperate planes! Our leading teams were supposed to take plane one, but Sophie had other plans, as she hitched a ride on flight two to both annoy and rob the Bachelorettes! She's just a fountain of amazing ideas, isn't she?" Duke sounded annoyed as the clip of Sophie in the confessional with the vial of blood was shown. "When we landed in our next destination, the massive country of China, teams were tasked with diving into the Bird's Nest Stadium via the donut hole from a plane overhead! Arnold wanted to go first, but was shoved aside by James at first and then held back by Aisling, though this ended up saving him and his partner from crashing outside of the stadium, like our 'Father and Son?!'" The next clip rolled, with Arnold watching as the gust of wind pulled Eliott and James away from the stadium and into the grass outside of it. "Once in the stadium, teams got to nab their next travel tip, which pointed them in the direction of another all-in, with one cooker and one eater of not-so delicious street skewers! I thought that Zeke and Lyle were done for here, but a little tap from Sophie got them in the right direction again! Man, she really is nothing but trouble!" Duke chuckled as Zeke was seen, mortified from having accidentally skewered the animals in the crates.

"In the midst of the eating chaos, plenty of drama went down! Becky totally snapped at Olive and made her feel like garbage, the alliance of Jamie Lynn and Evan accidentally led Phoebe into a backstreet smooch fest with Richard, Karma puked all over Vanessa, and the Bachelorettes were issued a penalty for Ursula trying to poison the GILF! She's so cold-hearted!" The Bachelorettes were shown brooding by their twenty minute penalty clock while Sophie tried to wake up Bea, who was blue in the face. "The BPQs took first place, but Olive stormed off, and this got Becky an earful from Momma Mitsu later on. Somehow, hearing those words from her just didn't sound real, but the sting was definitely real! I could feel the disappointment from miles away…literal miles, because Mitsuki was practically rolling like a freight train on that wall! Lady stole my pants, too!" Duke's pants were shown billowing away in the breeze after Mitsuki had pulled them off of her face. "Anywho, it took a while, but Sophie eventually returned some stolen items and apologized to her grandmother, 'bringing her back from the dead,' but not bringing back any hope for them to stay in the race, as they were way far behind all of the other teams! So sad to see a GILF go, but it really is a MILF eat GILF world out there…" Duke whimpered for a moment before he was shown plastering the part of the wall that he had just destroyed by accident. "How will we recover from this horrible loss? Find out now on…the RIDUKEULOUS RACE!"

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"Welcome back to the Ridukeulous Race, where our sleazy chill zone from yesterday on the Great Wall of China is the starting point for the next leg of the race!" Duke slowly approached the chill zone with a grin on his face. He saw Becky and Olive standing there, but while the former seemed to be in her normal state of mind, the latter was quiet…far too quiet for anyone's liking. "The Bloody Prom Queens won the last leg, so they'll kick off this next one by getting the first tip!"

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"Olive hasn't been saying much of anything since the last leg ended, which is fine by me…I don't need her annoying voice crowding up all of my headspace." Becky sneered at the camera while Olive just lightly tapped her fingers against her thighs and kept quiet. "She probably thinks that I'll buckle under the pressure and apologize, but I've got nothing to apologize for…everything I said I meant in its entirety and that's that. It's her fault if she can't understand that." She glanced over at her sister, sighing annoyedly, "I'm not gonna let it get to me, you know? I'll be just fine with this silent treatment you're giving me." Again, Olive said nothing, and Becky sighed again. "I'm just going to imagine that you're acknowledging what I'm saying."

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"Alright, give me the stupid tip already." Becky growled at the dukebox, and it spit out the tip before she even pressed the button. She grabbed it and narrowed her eyes at it, "We're gonna be flying to Oulu, Finland. Why do I vaguely remember something really important happening here around this time of year…?"

"Oh yeah, Finland, baby!" Duke smiled as he stood in the middle of a snowy village, clearly shivering from the intensity of the cold, but doing his best to ignore that he probably had frostbite. "Finland's got plenty of snow so you can cool off, and just as many saunas so you can warm up! It's kinda like one of those situations where you wish they would just pick one thing and roll with it, but who am I to judge an entire country's way of life?" Duke shrugged, the camera soon transitioning to show him in front of a large building that looked like it was entirely constructed of logs and stone.

"Teams will have to travel here, to the Apena Pelea Spa, where they will find their next dukebox!" Duke hurried inside for a brief moment before running back out, completely nude as well as red and sweaty like never before. "Sometimes, us wrestlers hang out in saunas before matches to get that intense look right. Works like a charm!"

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"In the last leg, I committed the worst crime imaginable by accidentally skewering many of our creepy, crawly friends, a crime that I can hardly forgive myself for." Zeke stood up and placed his fist against his chest with a tear falling from his eye. "To try and make up for what I've done, I won't be wearing my shoes at all while we're in Finland…I'll be trekking through the snow…entirely barefoot."

"Z-Zeke, have you lost your mind!? If you do that, you may lose a toe…or a bunch of toes…or your full set of dogs!" Lyle started biting down on his fingernails nervously while Zeke just softly nodded his head.

"Those creatures were slain unrightfully by me, I took their lives…if nature claims my feet in response, then I shall see it as a fitting punishment for my sin." Lyle bowed his head in respect as Zeke tossed his sandals off to the side, exposing his feet.

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Teams started to gather at the nearest bus stop, where they tried hollering for cabs in the midst of the chaotic midday traffic. Becky did all the calling for her own team, as Olive was about as useful as a straw with closed ends in her current saddened state. Nevertheless, she had some comfort in Honey and Mitsuki, who let her cuddle up against them while they tried to call a cab. A cab started to finally get close, but it seemed like it was going to drive by the teams that were waiting, until someone stood in front of it, causing it to screech to a halt.

"Cabbie, if I were you…" Arnold slapped a metal pipe against the open palm of his hand, "I would escort myself out of that cab and forget that you ever drove a cab in the first place." Nervously, the cabbie did as he was instructed, and Arnold climbed into the driver's seat. He waited for Aisling to get in, only to find himself with a shocked expression as she climbed into the passenger seat. "The gall…the absolute nerve…the…the plain buffoonery! Tell me, Gypsy, what exactly is it that compelled you to sit in that seat when you know well that I never let you sit in the passenger seat?"

"The crystal ball suggested that this would be the best plan of action." Arnold only blinked for one second, finding that the Bloody Prom Queens, the Hottie and Nottie, and the YouTuber and Editor had scrambled into the backseat, with Aisling nervously smiling back at him. "...And that we should also give some of the other teams a lift since we're all going to the same destination, anyways."

"...You're all so lucky that I don't want to slow down my own time in this race…but I'll be sure to make this the most uncomfortable cab ride of your lives!" Arnold suddenly stepped on the gas, taking several harsh turns and causing the pile of people in the back seat to smash against each other repeatedly. "I bet you're all just having an awful, dreadful time back there, aren't you!?"

"Remember to put on your seatbelts back there, the road's gonna be really bumpy." Aisling smiled back at the others, getting a fiery glare back from Becky, which startled her to her very core. "O-oh dear…" She weakly turned back and shriveled up in her seat, though the feeling of Becky's intense gaze never left her.

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"Auras are quite the complex, interesting thing to study, but even more so when you find someone with an aura as strong as Becky's. It feels like true flames from the fiery depths coming up and scorching your very soul." Aisling's pupils dilated and she shuddered horribly in place while Arnold just watched her.

"...So, is this your buzzer only setting for your aura notification settings?" Aisling didn't seem to get the joke, which annoyed Arnold. "...Like a phone? You know what a phone is, you've seen me use my phone several times in the race!" He dug into his pocket and pulled his phone out, dangling it in front of her face like keys to a dog. "Hello? Remember? Yeah, I know you do!"

"Anyways…I wonder what it is that could've caused a child to possess such an intense aura."

"Are you ignoring me!?" Arnold put his phone away and crossed his arms while Aisling kept looking directly at the camera rather than him.

"I'd ask her if I could perhaps get a better look into it, but I'm almost certain that she'd bite my tongue off if I even tried such a thing." Aisling's camera stare didn't break, even with Arnold now waving his hands right in front of her face.

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"Aye, it's too cramped back here, I can't even feel my legs!" Michael groaned as he tried to wiggle himself out from between Honey and Virgil, where he was being squished mercilessly, only for Virgil to shoot him a glare. "Oh, what are you gonna say now? I can only imagine it'll just be absolutely dreadful."

"You're practically calling Honey and I fat, which means that you're fatphobic, and I personally don't think we've got a use for a fatphobe in this car." Virgil turned his nose up at Michael, who rolled his eyes and tried to ignore him. "I think we should all just have Michael run alongside the car so he can think about how terrible he's being."

"I think we should just have all of you six in the back run alongside the car because it's my car that I hijacked fair and square!" Arnold hissed at the additional passengers, but they didn't really respond to him. He gave Aisling a brief glance before turning his attention back to the road. "And maybe Aisling can join you, since she's the one that had the bright idea to let you all in here in the first place. Oh, wait, she didn't have the idea, her stupid orb did."

"It's not an orb, it's a crystal ball…" Aisling pouted and looked out the window while continuing to gently rub her crystal ball.

"Hey…hey Olive, look out the window!" Honey managed to squeeze her arm past the others to point out the side window at some strange sort of bird that was flying nearby. It was really big, but it looked ridiculous, as its head was vaguely rooster-like while the rest of its body was more akin to a condor. "That bird looks so silly!"

"It…does look a little silly…" Olive only mumbled, and barely looked at the creature that Honey was pointing out to her.

"Maybe you should give it a fun name or something? It looks like it wants a fun name!" Honey did her best to encourage Olive, but the miserable girl just looked back down at her lap and returned to being quiet. Of course, this made Honey feel just awful, and she looked to Mitsuki for answers.

"Sure is quiet in here…would feel a lot nicer if we had some cheerful voice to tell us all about how she wants to go get more ice cream after this." Mitsuki looked at Olive, but no response came, and she quickly turned her attention to Becky, who still seemed indifferent to the silent treatment that they were all being given. "Would also be a lot nicer if someone would realize their mistake and just apologize already."

"You know, I wholeheartedly agree with that, Mitsuki!" Arnold spoke up from the front, confusing Mitsuki, as she definitely wasn't talking to him. "Aisling, you should acknowledge the fact that you made a mistake by buying that orb and letting it command your every move, it's really made you quite a burden on me lately." Aisling just frowned and kept staring out the window, "Fine, do whatever you want, I don't care. Oh, except that you don't do whatever you want, you do whatever the orb wants."

"Can you weakbloods stop arguing about the dumb orb and just focus on driving? You're starting to piss me off." Becky snarled, per usual, and Arnold merely shrugged his shoulders. "As for the apology comment, maybe I would feel the need to apologize if I did anything other than simply point out the truth."

"Not really sure how screaming at your sister and calling her useless is anything close to the truth…" Mitsuki had her arms crossed as she gave her stern gaze to Becky, and the second that the kid noticed it, she looked out through her window and did her best to ignore it, absolutely hating that look more than anything.

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"There was absolutely no reason for Becky to scream at Olive the way that she did, and the only thing that makes it worse is that she refuses to admit that she's the one in the wrong. She's got this little vision where everything she does is perfect, and everyone else is just someone for her to judge." Mitsuki glared at the camera, giving off the same intensity that Becky was probably feeling from the look that she was getting earlier. "Words can't even begin to describe just how disappointed I am in her." She waited a moment before looking to the side to see Honey blushing as she was looking at her. "What?"

"Y-you…you really take this MILF thing seriously, don't you?" Mitsuki's face turned a bit red as well, but she looked away from her partner and back to the camera, still trying to be stern, but coming off as a bit flustered.

"We're stuck in the back of a cab with a whole bunch of other people's drama, and I've still got Virgilio in my ear telling me that I'm the worst human being in the world, this leg is already off to a wonderful start." Michael let out a long sigh and slouched forward, picking up the sound of some video from Virgil's phone when he stopped sighing. "Are you really watching Hannah's videos while I'm in the car with you? The disrespect is real."

"Why would I respect a cishet like you? And Hannah's videos are enlightening, I can hardly put them down during the race, so there is no chance I'll put them down in my free time." Virgil stuck his tongue out at Michael and went back to watching his video.

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"Our teams have made it quickly to the airport in the few taxis that they managed to holler over, and have all boarded on the first flight for Oulu! Here, check this out!" Duke stood in front of a chalkboard, where he drew a picture of a plane hovering over China and an arrow pointing towards Iceland. "Whoosh, they're all flying through the air, and whoosh, they've landed in Iceland! AirBeijing didn't want us filming in their plane for some reason." He grumbled and kicked the chalkboard aside, showing that he was still in that snowy village, and that cabs were pulling up to the spa, where a singular dukebox lay in wait. The first taxi that had its doors swing open let out the Bachelorettes, who were shivering in their skimpy clothing.

"L-l-look! The dukebox is r-r-right there!" Ursula continued to shiver horrendously as she ran up to the dukebox and pressed the button to grab her tip. "I-i-it's an all-in: Finnish Spa Day! Teams must s-s-sit in the sauna on the h-h-highest heat seating for ten minutes…fully clothed."

"Fully clothed?" Lady Belle looked down at her white gown that already wasn't doing much to hide her figure before looking dead at the camera and pointing at it. "Best you keep your lens focused on the face, you hear me?"

"Ahhhh, so relaxing! Especially when you don't have to sit in here with all your clothes on, but I'm pretty sure I'm the only one getting that luxury!" Duke leaned back in one of the saunas, which had a time clock on the wall. "Each sauna's got enough room for two whole teams, and the ten minute timer won't start until both teams have packed themselves into a sauna!" Back outside, Ursula was still reading more of the travel tip.

"A-after finishing up in the sauna, teams will then h-h-have to cross the semi-frozen river to go collect their next travel tip." Ursula tossed the tip aside and looked up to Lady Belle, who looked back to her. "N-n-now…ordinarily, I would suggest waiting for James and Eliott, but after b-b-being in last for the past two days, I-I-I think I just wanna get in the sauna right now."

"Not to mention that you're freezing yourself half to death out here…but maybe that's a good thing." Lady Belle smirked smugly, but she was quickly tugged along by Ursula, who dragged her over to one of the spa huts.

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"Our little playthings haven't really been by our side all too much as of late, mainly thanks to us having to focus more on some minor inconveniences." Ursula's eye twitched as she recalled Sophie robbing her in the previous leg, but she took a deep breath and tried to move past it. "The good thing is that nobody caught us, outside of Duke, that is, but none of the other racers. Them all thinking we're some duo of terrible, awful women would just make things more difficult for us."

"Oh, I do have to agree with you on that, sugar cube…but there's a fat chance of anyone else catching on, the nosiest twerps in the game are well gone by now." Lady Belle lightly fanned herself off while grinning at the camera, "Angel, if you're watching this, you're still the worst skank I met on this whole race, mmkay?"

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Lady Belle and Ursula were quick to head into the first open sauna, just waiting for whichever random team that came by to swoop in so they could start their timer, and that team finally came, being the Bloody Prom Queens. This had only happened due to Becky practically dragging Olive with her while she ran around, and they managed to squirm away from Mitsuki and Honey, who were the next to arrive. The two noticed the closed sauna door that the girls had just gone into and sighed, heading into the next sauna over, where they were followed by Mika and Conroy. In another sauna, Arnold and Aisling were already making themselves at home when they were met by Evan and Logan. Teams kept on coming in, and James and Eliott soon took the first open sauna they could find, Sadie and Katie fumbling their ways into it afterwards. Then came Michael and Virgil, who had no choice but to take one of the only three saunas that were left open, which was soon also filled with the addition of Lyle and Zeke, whose feet were already turning blue from the cold weather. After them came along Marty and Xavier, who were practically shoved into one of the remaining saunas by the oncoming Karma and Vanessa. That just left one final sauna, and two teams for it to be filled by, the Awkward Neighbors and the Dweebs.

"Great, that's just wonderful, I've gotta share a sauna with my schizoid partner and the duo of dweebs, this could not be any worse." Jamie Lynn groaned and slammed herself down on the seat inside, glaring at the three as they followed her in. "You three had better cram yourselves onto the other side of the sauna, I don't want any of your gross, slimy sweat dripping onto me while we're in here, you got it?"

"Eh, doesn't bother me, I'm just fine with Phoebe sweating all over me anyways." Richard grinned at Jamie Lynn, who pulled herself back in disgust as the door shut and everyone got themselves seated. The timer started, and the heat was on…literally, the heat was on, and it was boiling. Though all four of them were having quite the terrible time with the sauna, there was one that was taking it worse than the rest.

"S-so…so unforgivably hot. My katana's steel may have been forged in the flames of hell, but I surely wasn't! I'm not sure I'll make it through this one, Richard-San…" Andrew weakly passed his phone to Richard, who took it in confusion. "When I die, tell Mitsuki-Chan I never stopped loving her. Sayonara…" With a thud, Andrew fell against the ground, and Richard shrugged his shoulders.

"Meh, he'll be fine…buuuut on the brightside, this does give more room for just you and me." Richard grinned at Phoebe who blushed and rested her head against his shoulder, ignoring the fact that Jamie Lynn was glaring beams at the two of them.

"Um, excuse me, what do you guys think you're doing? I don't remember saying that Phoebe could snuggle with you, I just remember saying that she could sit on the same side as you!" Jamie Lynn stood up from her seat and grabbed Phoebe by her shirt, tugging her away and setting her down on the same side of the sauna that she was just sitting in.

"B-but…I liked sitting over there…" Phoebe whimpered as she looked back at Richard, who was still grinning at her as usual.

"I do feel I should probably point it out to you, Bee, but you're wearing a white tee in a sauna." Richard pointed and both Phoebe and Jamie Lynn looked down, the latter recoiling in disgust while the former just shrugged.

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"So…Jamie Lynn doesn't exactly know what happened yesterday with me and Richard, and we both kinda wanna keep it that way so she doesn't…you know…" Phoebe tried to whisper, but Jamie Lynn could still mostly hear what she was saying.

"So I don't what!? What did you two do yesterday!? I swear, if you guys did anything dumb, it's really gonna be the end of you!" Jamie Lynn shook Phoebe by her shirt, but the blue-haired girl just blushed and smiled at the camera.

"Eh, I can deal with Jamie Lynn being in the sauna with it so long as Phoebe is there, but I can't imagine how intolerable this would be if it was just the two of us. She's so just…she's the worst." Richard groaned and rolled his eyes while Andrew struggled to pull himself up from the ground. "Buddy, it's just a sauna, you're not gonna…whaaaaat in the world."

"I think I sweat off more than half of my body weight just now…" Andrew rubbed his forehead and tried to collect himself while Richard just sat there in shock of his figure, which was now more chiseled and thin than ever before. It was like he was looking at an entirely different person, the only thing remaining the same being the outfit…which had somehow shrunk down to fit his new form. "Special technique of mine: Sweat Off…I can sweat off as much weight necessary to keep my body kicking."

"T-that's…I don't even know what to say about that…"

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"Remember what I said, camera guy, lens up on the face at all times!" Lady Belle angrily pointed her finger at the camera, which had almost dropped down to show more, but stopped the very moment that she pointed it out. She glanced over to both Olive and Becky, who were sitting across from her and Ursula, and pointed at them as well. "And I know kids are pervs, so I don't want you two trying to-"

"Neither of us wants to look at your weakblooded chest, lady, give it a rest." Becky crossed her arms and looked away from everyone else while she just miraculously lit on fire. Everyone else was astounded, except for Olive, who was both too used to things like this and too upset to say anything about it.

"I don't know how you're doing that, but you're making the heat even worse, can't you turn that off?" Ursula whined to Becky, who just shot her a glare, which shut her up. She leaned over to Lady Belle to whisper to her, "Is it just me, or are these children absolutely terrifying?"

"Yup, I'm feelin' it, too." Lady Belle gestured towards Becky's flamelit self with a look of concern, "And they call me a devil woman!" In one of the other saunas, Lyle was desperately fanning the bulk of the heat towards Zeke's feet, doing whatever he could to get them back to their normal color.

"Come on, come on! He's done so much already, why should he have to suffer any longer! His poor, poor dogs!" Lyle was practically sobbing while Zeke's feet remained blue and cold, despite the heat. Michael just stared in confusion, soon turning to Virgil for answers and only finding more questions, as the boy in all black was practically drowning in a pool of his own sweat. In the next sauna over, there was the Glow-Up Gals and the Friendly Duo.

"Dahlings…this heat…oh, it's simply unbearable…how are any of you still alive right now?" Karma panted while she looked at the others, who were mostly fine, but especially Vanessa.

"Honey, you know that I always make sure to wear the most breathable fabrics that I can find when I'm out and about, no ifs, ands, or buts." Vanessa bobbed her head from side to side, not a single drop of sweat falling from her body. "Not to mention the fact that you have three tops on and one of them is made of latex."

"M-man…that would be nice…if we could have more breathable clothes…or if I just didn't wear this hoodie…man…silly mistakes I wish I could go back and unmake." Xavier chuckled weakly while checking up on Marty, who seemed more or less fine. "Oh…right…a short sleeve and some shorts…probably the best thing you could've worn in here."

"Hey, the style fits, that's the only reason I've got it on. I am just a wee bit worried about Sadie and Katie, though…those bedazzled jackets they're wearing probably aren't the most comfortable thing to have on in a sauna." Marty looked out through the sole window on the door to their spa hut, his attention directed at one of the huts further down the way, the one that held the BFFFLs and the "Father and Son?."

"N-nothing like a good, hot sweat sesh to really bring out the competition in you! Woohoo!" James raised his fist and swirled it in the air, soon collapsing on his face while Eliott snickered at his misfortune. "Mayhaps I underestimated just how hot these saunas can get…"

"It could always be worse, you could be those two right now." Eliott pointed at Sadie and Katie, getting James to look their way to see that they were sweating all over the place and in the midst of spitting on each other in a back and forth pattern. "It's probably not my business, but why are you guys spitting on each other exactly?"

"Too hot…spit colder than air…" Katie spoke in a groggy manner before spitting on Sadie's face.

"Gonna die…gonna sweat out all the sweat in our bodies and die…" Sadie did the same as her friend just did, and James and Eliott just shared a concerned glance between each other.

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"I'm not sure what it is, but it seems like a lot of the other teams aren't really taking this race as seriously as me and my boy are! I mean, those girls were spitting on each other to cool off! That's just ridiculous!" James chuckled uproariously for a second before slowly glancing at Eliott and smacking his lips together.

"If you spit on me, I'm gonna rip your bushy eyebrows right off your wrinkled head." Eliott's threat did the trick, and James backed off from him.

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"Oh, Mitsuki…you think Olive's probably alright in there, right? Becky's being too mean to her right now…it's too awful to even think about." Honey looked incredibly worried on top of how sweaty she was from the heat, but for once, this type of sight didn't distract Mitsuki from the fact that she was still very angry. She didn't even glance at Honey's chest, a big stride for the girl who practically had a hard time keeping her eyes off of it in any other situation.

"I'm sure she's probably fine, but I can't imagine she's being as chatty as she usually is, even with that other team in there with her. You didn't see which team that was, did you?" Mitsuki finally looked over at Honey, but at her face rather than anything else, looking a bit disappointed when she was given a head shake in response. "Me neither…it's probably fine, I still just can't wrap my head around why Becky blew a fuse that badly."

"So, are you two, like…their actual moms or something?" Mika cocked her head at Honey and Mitsuki in confusion, "I mean, you sure act like it! And they kinda look like Honey just a little bit, so…"

"...We might as well be," Mitsuki puffed and went back to brooding while Mika giggled and looked back at Conroy to see that his sunglasses were all fogged up.

"Oh, senior! You probably can't even see a thing behind those, let me fix that for you!" Mika leaned up towards the only boy in the sauna, wiping the fog from his lenses, only for it to immediately come back and cloud his sight once more. "Oh…I thought that was going to work a little bit better than that, but it looks like I was mistaken."

"It's alright, I've had my eyes closed this entire time anyways. Not that I want to, but those lashes got stuck together and I'm almost frightened to try and pull them apart." Mika peeked around his glasses to see that his eyes were shut, as he said, and the lashes were all tangled up beyond belief.

"Hang on a second…oh! You guys!" Honey clapped her hands together and jumped up from her seat excitedly, "I remember Olive was talking all about you guys a little while ago, but she just suddenly stopped…"

"Becky said she didn't want her to talk to us or hang out with us because we're just some strangers that could be trouble." Mika pouted and crossed her arms, "I mean, I get it, but the idea of coming off as a creepy stranger to a kid is just a bit of a sting."

"Mitsuki, do you think it would maybe help if we had Olive talk to them again? I mean, we'd have to swoop around Becky to do it, but-" Honey was cut off by Mitsuki turning to her and showing her that stern mom look again.

"It doesn't matter what Becky thinks about it, Olive can talk to whoever she wants to talk to. As long as I'm here, there's nothing dangerous for them to worry about." After Mitsuki said her piece, Honey blushed profusely and started fanning herself off.

"I-it just got really hot in here for some reason…" While Honey kept fanning herself off, the camera panned over to the final sauna, which had Arnold and Aisling on one side while Evan and Logan sat on the other side, Logan enjoying the heat more than anyone else in the competition was.

"Ahhhh…so relaxing…so deserved…I feel like I'm already twenty years younger!" The shorter pop star chuckled to herself and stretched her arms out. "It's so funny, too! I've been feeling like garbage for the past few days, but that sea urchin suggested that I stop drinking my mineral water and now, I feel so much better!"

"I beg your pardon?" Evan's eyes went wide when he heard what Logan said, getting him a confused glance from Aisling.

"Yeah, I just tossed the rest of it…it was tasting funny, it was making me feel funny, but all is so well right now. Who would've thought that sea urchin would be such a smartie pants?" Logan giggled and patted Evan on the back, "You could stand to learn a thing or two from her, Evan…being the dumb bag of bricks that you are."

"Evan…you seem so concerned about something…" Aisling grabbed for her crystal ball and started to rub it while she stared Evan down, "Any particular thing that's upsetting you right now?"

"I-I…no, nothing at all. It's just a bit astounding to hear about the switch in Logan's usual routine, she's kept the same thing going for the past ten years, and the only reason she switched last time is because she started her own skin care line." Evan smiled nervously while Aisling continued to stare, though Arnold stood up and got in front of her.

"Aisling, would you stop focusing on the other team for five seconds and just relax yourself? We need to conserve all of our energy for the rest of the leg, and if you're wasting it all on your mumbo jumbo in this sauna, we won't be getting anywhere!" Arnold shook his head in disappointment while Aisling put her crystal ball away, soon turning to look at Evan. "Don't mistake this for some form of comradery, though! You just got saved in the crossfire of this spat."

"...R-right…" Evan sighed and looked back over at Logan, who looked all too pleased with her physical and mental state.

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"You have got to be kidding me!" Evan slammed his head against the wall, leaving a massive dent in it. "I've been trying my hardest to be sneaky about getting Logan drunk, but then Phoebe swoops in out of nowhere and decides that she's gonna screw up my plans! She's so lucky that Jamie Lynn's the only other competent person in this race, or I'd do whatever it takes to send them both packing right now!"

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"Our team's are really getting hot in there, or for some of them, Ursula and Lady Belle, getting even hotter, but the sauna's times are just about to be up, and then it'll be a quick race to that icy water for their next travel tip! And…here they come!" Duke quickly shut up, and the doors to the saunas flung open one by one. The first team to run out was the Bachelorettes, with Lady Belle having some censor bar covering the bulk of her body.

"Hey!" Lady Belle shouted as she saw the camera in the distance, "I said to keep it on the face! On. The. Face!" In a fury, she grabbed Ursula and started barreling towards the river, jumping into it almost immediately to hide herself from the cameras. Before long, both her and Ursula floated back up to the top of the water, encased in thick ice cubes that were now just leisurely floating along in the river. "I hate this challenge."

"Oh, this is just pathetic…" Becky sighed, taking Olive by the hand and slowly starting to walk towards the river. The two went under, and steam came up from where they were, the water even bubbling from the sheer heat that Becky was emitting. At the same time, more teams were coming along, with Mitsuki and Honey being the next two. Mitsuki took a proud step forward, but upon touching the water, froze up and fell back into Honey's arms.

"O-oh…um…no problem! I'll just handle it!" Honey giggled and took a swing at getting into the water, but like Mitsuki, froze. The two ice cubes gently floated towards Lady Belle and Ursula, tapping them with just enough force to nudge them to the shore on the other side. Nonetheless, the MILFs were still frozen, and couldn't get to the dukebox in that state.

"Senior, look! Everyone keeps freezing when they touch the water!" Mika started getting nervous as she and Conroy approached the river, but Conroy stepped ahead of her and took a deep breath. "Senior?"

"I'll jump into the water…you can use me as a raft to get to the other side. That way, we won't fall too far behind." Not letting Mika get another word in, Conroy jumped into the water, freezing almost immediately and leaving her to watch as he started floating around loosely.

"Senior, you're so brave! I won't let this sacrifice go in vain!" Mika sniffled and took a step forward to get on top of the Conroy ice cube, but she slipped pretty much instantly and fell into the water with him. "I'm sorry! I let your sacrifice go in vain!"

"Look at them all, just falling all over each other! It's just ridiculous…kinda sad, actually." Arnold groaned while he and Aisling got ready to take a swing at the icy river, but she held him back, much like she did back on the plane in China. "Oh, what now?"

"I just…maybe if we wait…we could…" Arnold could see that Aisling had her crystal ball out, and he sneered at her.

"Another break in the heat of the race because you wanna bring up whatever it is that your orb is telling you to do? This is just getting ridiculous at this point, it's three times today!" Arnold continued to shout at Aisling, ignoring the fact that more of the other teams were running by and jumping into the water, only to suffer the same freezing fate that everyone already was. "If you'd just let me do what I'm gonna do, we'd be on the other side already!"

"...Okay, well, I guess we can do what you wanna do, then." Aisling smiled slightly as Arnold turned around to see that there was practically a bridge of frozen racers forming for them to walk across. With a scoff, he started to walk along it slowly, Aisling following behind him. The water started to bubble a lot more, though, and they could tell that the ice was about to melt with how slippery it was getting, so they started to pick up their pace. On the other side, Becky and Olive finally surfaced, revealing that Becky was still on fire. She brushed past the Bachelorettes on her way to the dukebox, causing the ice around them to start melting as well before she grabbed her next tip.

"Head to downtown Oulu and get ready to rock your socks off…?" Becky thought about the tip for a second, but was drawing a blank on it. "Eh, probably just another dumb challenge or whatever, let's get going already." Olive sighed, and Becky went back to dragging her along while Ursula and Lady Belle stood up from the ground.

"Urk…I think all of my inner organs have frostbite, now…" Lady Belle suddenly coughed, some frozen drops of blood flying out of her mouth and hitting Ursula in the eye. "...Huh…but wait, we're still pretty far ahead!"

"You're right, we've gotta keep our hands on this lead while we've still got it!" The two started running, though wobbling around quite a bit, still getting used to the feeling of their legs that were just frozen. At the same time, Arnold and Aisling finished crossing their people bridge just before the ice cubes in the water started melting.

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"It's always a wonderful thing when other peoples' stupidity leads me to more success! I mean, we could've gotten to the other side just fine, even without everyone else forming a nice little bridge for us, but being as far ahead as we are now is still a pretty good thing." Arnold smirked while Aisling looked around for her crystal ball, seeming a bit worried. "Hey, would you quit it with that? I'm sure 'fate' will bring it back to you sooner or later, won't it?"

"I…I don't know if it will or not, I usually consult the crystal ball when I'm looking for answers like that." Aisling started to look more panicked while Arnold slapped his palm against his face.

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"Agh!" Mitsuki shot up from the water, now entirely unfrozen, "The girls are even further ahead of us now, Honey! We gotta pick up the pace already!" Taking charge again, Mitsuki started paddling fast while pulling along the semi-frozen Honey with her.

"I-i-it doesn't get this cold back h-h-home…" When the two got to the other side and Mitsuki realized that Honey still had her legs frozen, she sighed and started quickly rubbing her hands over them to make enough friction to warm them up.

"I can't have you all frozen if we're gonna go check on our– my babies! Warm up already!" Honey kept blushing while Mitsuki worked hard to bring her legs back from their frozen prison, with more teams from the water passing them by and putting them further behind. At the start of the river, however, there were still three teams struggling with the water. Logan paddled herself alongside Phoebe, feeling quite miraculous, and the Dweebs got to swimming on the other side of Lovely Miss Blue Hair, while Jamie Lynn and Evan swam together, secluded from the others.

"Stupid Richard, always distracting my teammate…who does that prick think he is?" Jamie Lynn tried to grit her shivering teeth, but they just kept chattering ridiculously despite her efforts.

"I could say the same about your teammate…she just undid all the hard work I was doing to put Logan in her place. Not even sure how to hit her back in a way that doesn't screw you over." Evan grumbled, but hearing his words gave Jamie Lynn the faintest smirk as she stared dead ahead at the source of all of her problems.

"I'm sure she would probably feel a little sting if she were to…oh, I don't know…have one of her little buddies ejected from the race. Or two…coulda sworn the other one was more of a 'big buddy' the last time I saw him, but he's always on that weird shit." Jamie Lynn pointed ahead at the Dweebs, with Evan staring at them in confusion. "...The geeks. The nerds. The dweebs. We make sure they lose."

"Oh, gotcha…but I've still got some questions…how are we supposed to get them eliminated from the race while not getting either of us penalized?" Jamie Lynn suddenly understood the confusion and had to think for a moment before her smirk came back.

"You don't think you'd be able to get Andrew's phone from him, do you? I think maybe that might do us some good…and it technically doesn't count as race sabotage, since he would have to choose to go get it." Evan started to match that smirk of his devious ally, and the two snickered to themselves while still trailing behind the other four.

"Well, sea urchin, I can't say that you have amazing taste in men, but far be it from me to talk down to someone that's got so much know how on how to make a queen feel like a queen again." Logan grinned for a brief moment before glaring at Richard with intense eyes. "So, Richard, you better make this sea urchin feel like a queen as well, or I'm going to…well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm going to do something that you won't like!"

"Eh, I don't think I could bring myself to do anything to lose out on this babe, so it should be all good." Richard paddled a bit closer to Phoebe, squeezing against her to warm her up a little bit. "I'm happy to see you making more friends, too…that's gotta somewhat help with forgetting about the tit monster on your team."

"I-I do like having more people that I can talk to, yeah…um…" Phoebe nervously gulped as she watched muscular Andrew keep going through the water, taking big strides that really showed off his newly formed pecs. "A-Andrew…how…and why…?"

"Oh, Phoebe-San! My body works in many a mysterious way, don't you know? I could transform into a woman, should my body decide that's the right move to do!" Andrew shifted his eyes side to side skeptically, "Haven't had a need to do that, yet…" With all of them continuing to swim ahead, Andrew's phone, which was still in Richard's hoodie pocket, slipped out into the water, floating at the top of it while Jamie Lynn and Evan just stared at each other in disbelief.

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"It's…it's almost too easy for me to get what I want," Jamie Lynn smirked while Evan spun the phone on his finger tip, both of them practically laughing at this point. "If only that bitch, Libby, were here for the race…than I could finally get the one thing that I brought Phoebe here for in the first place."

"Libby?" Evan looked confused as he stopped spinning the phone and tucked it into his vest pocket.

"Story for another day…story for another day."

"Look at me! I'm hideous!" Andrew sobbed over his muscular physique while Richard just watched him with an almost offended look on his face. "How will I ever win my Mitsuki-Chan back when I look like this!? Kuso…I'm a damn disgrace!"

"...Dude, I don't know what's going on in your brain, but I think you've gotta seriously reevaluate whatever it is that's making you think that you looked better before." Andrew kept sobbing and ignoring Richard, who sighed and slouched forward.

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"Nothing like a peaceful, quiet ride in the back of a cab to make me even more sure that yelling at you yesterday wasn't a mistake." Becky climbed out of the cab she was in, which had just arrived in downtown Oulu, right around a massive crowd of angsty looking teenagers that looked like they would fit right in with Becky and Olive. Still, whatever it was wasn't clicking with Becky, until she walked up to the dukebox that was waiting for them there, grabbing the tip from it. "Looks like another botch or watch: Sc-..." Becky had to re-read what she was reading, as the realization suddenly hit her in the back of the head like a brick. "S-S-Scene Kid Music Festival!?"

"You got it, punk!" The camera panned over to a massive stage that had plenty of smoke billowing onto it while a spotlight was shining down in the center, to show Duke, who was fully decked out in goth attire and makeup while playing an outrageous song on an electric guitar. "Punk, goth, emo, screamo, sometimes even alt, it doesn't matter! This is the hub for all sorts of music for teenagers to wear basically nothing to and dance in a way that would make their parents sob! Whoever didn't pull the rickshaw back in Beijing is gonna have to get up on stage and play a song for the crowd! If the crowd likes your sound, you'll get to move on to the chill zone just off stage! Buuuuut if they disapprove, you'll be kicked back to the end of the line, with no choice but to wait for another shot!"

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"Me and the girls have always wanted to play at this music festival, and we're finally getting the chance to do that!" Becky bounced up and down, her eyes lighting up with excitement in what was probably the first time of her life. "Oh, this is gonna be so much fun, right, Olive?" Olive didn't even look at Becky, she just stared down at her feet. Her younger sister chuckled a bit and nudged her on the arm, "Alright, come on, enough with the sadness, this is awesome! We've always wanted to do this!"

"Yeah…whatever Becks…have fun…" Olive sighed and got up, walking away from Becky, who was staring at her all confused.

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Backstage, there were a few teams getting ready for their turns to go on stage, with Becky and Olive at the front of the line. Unlike her typical get up, she was wearing a leather jacket that was practically dragging along the floor boards, with her hair done up in one massive ponytail. She tuned her electric guitar while humming the tunes she was going for. As she did, she couldn't help but glance back at the drum set that was just a bit further down from where she was, frowning at it.

"Ugh…I don't like this feeling." Becky groaned and passed the guitar behind her to the next person in line, not even looking at who it was. "You go first, weakblood, I'm not ready yet."

The crowd in front of the stage patiently waited for some music to start waiting…who are we kidding, they were anything other than patient! They were all chanting loudly as they waited for someone, anyone to come on stage, when suddenly, every single light on the entire block went out, and the stage's only illumination was the faint red smoke that started to fill the air. There were some mumbles from the crowd, but they were drowned out by the sound of massive, powerful platform boots stomping onto the stage. People could start to see some chains glimmering in the darkness, but nothing too noticeable. That was until the first chord was struck, and a deep, red light shined up to show the stage's first denizen. Standing at her already towering height, now added onto by those shoes she was wearing, Lady Belle looked like she was a giant among ants. Her white dress had been swapped out entirely for a black skirt…and only a black bra with spikes lining the cups of it. They looked at her face and saw the eye liner that she may have had a bit too much fun with, and as she started playing the guitar more and more, they knew they were in for something spectacular.

"Oh, that hag had better get this right the first time, I don't wanna get stuck at the end again." Ursula groaned off stage while she watched her partner, ignoring the fact that many of the boys, especially Eliott, were all lost in staring at Lady Belle's curves. She eventually noticed and glared at the lot of them. "Oh, get a grip, would you guys? She looks the same as always, just a little more like a whore."

"T-that's my Lady!" Eliott shouted excitedly before fainting where he stood, the guitar starting to get far more aggressive than before. The shockwaves coming from the speakers blew people back, and they went absolutely berserk.

"...Well, Mr. Pharmacist, if I insist, fix me up with something quick. I've been a baaaaaaaaad little girl, and now I'm feeling sick!" Lady Belle winked to some of the men in the crowd, causing some of them to faint, just as Eliott just had. She smirked and started dancing around on the stage, being sure to flaunt her body as she did. "Sick to the bone, slave to the flesh, better put on my Sunday's best. I've been a baaaaaaaad little girl, little girl…"

"See, there she goes, whoring it up all over the stage. I guess it's pretty fitting for a little frat boy looking kid like you to enjoy her whole song and dance." Ursula snickered and patted Eliott on the head, waking him up from his little bout of slumber. "Oh, you've come back to?"

"She's not a whore, she's a beautiful woman that's obsessed with my muscles, thank you very much." Eliott pulled himself up from the floor and looked ahead at the stage to see what Lady Belle was doing, smiling when he noticed how wild the crowd was going for her. "Looks like it's going pretty well for her out there, you guys might even get first if she keeps it up."

"Yes, the audience is clearly buying what she sells…I admit, I'm a bit eager to see what your father'll be looking like when he gets out there." Ursula licked her lips and tried to look at the lineup of performers, but they were all hidden behind a curtain. "Guess I'll just have to wait, huh?"

"Oh, Mr. Pharmacist, if I resist, lock me up and bind my wrists…you've been a baaaaaad little boy, little boy." Lady Belle basically licked the strings of her guitar, seducing even more of the men in the crowd while their girlfriends got mad with them for falling for her so easily. "Close your eyes and listen close, I know just how much you love it! If you speak, you lose your turn, so shut your mouth before I fuck it."

"Yup, down I go again!" Eliott fainted again, with Ursula sighing and placing her hand against her face disappointedly.

"Roses are red, but my heart is black…we creep about the floor to indulge like rats." As the seductress kept singing and playing her guitar, a platform started to raise her up, making her look even larger than before. "Enraptured, we walk to nurse our obsessions, cause the roles that we play are paved with cruel intentions. Oh, Mr. Pharmacist…if you insist…" She jumped down from the platform, slamming down hard against the boards of the stage and cracking a great deal of them. "I've got a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little secret! And I'm not, not, not sure that I-I wanna keep it! So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows…and I just wanna shake you by your little. Perfect. Fucking. HALO!" The crowd started to clap in sync with the beat, and the fog started fading out, with Lady Belle staring malevolently at her adoring fans. "Everyone's got a secret! What's yours, what's yours? Don't be shy, I'll never repeat it."

The lights shut off entirely, and the only little light that was seen when they went out was the pearly white grin of Lady Belle's teeth. Naturally, the crowd went ballistic for her performance, and she blindly cast the guitar aside while Ursula joined her on the stage.

"I could've done that same thing in my sleep." Lady Belle rolled her eyes at the taunting Ursula, and the duo walked offstage to find the chill zone right there, where Duke was waiting with a thumbs up for them.

"Lady Belle, that performance was killer, a little scary, and totally arousing! Eliott may have died from all the blood rushing to his…yeah, you know what I'm thinking! You guys are in first, major step up from being second to last for two episodes in a row.

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"Black is definitely not my color…but it looks like I could nab me a whole army of workin' boys if I keep wearing it! Then again, these workin' boys are more like the twink type, and I'm not too sure I need anybody like that." Lady Belle shook her head as she shamelessly switched back into her white dress, ignoring the fact that the camera was on her…and that Ursula was right next to her.

"Oh, your body is just so worn out…I still don't understand how I'm the one having trouble with men in this race." Ursula sighed and walked away from Lady Belle, who stuck her tongue out at her.

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"Oh…she's done already…" Becky looked down to see that the guitar was right in front of her again, but she just didn't look sure of it. "Er…" Like last time, she looked behind her at the next person, "I-I'm still not ready, so you go on ahead." As that person brushed past her, she rubbed some sweat from her forehead, not sure what to do. "That's twice that I've let a weakblood pass me in line…I'm starting to think that Mitsuki may have been right about…no…no, what am I thinking? I wasn't wrong for that…"

"It's gotta be around here somewhere…I swear, I only had my eye off of it for a second!" Aisling sounded worried as she dug around the side of the stage, looking for her crystal ball still, but having no luck. "I-if I lost it…oh, no…" She kept looking around for a second, at least until the start of the next song kicked off, and her attention was directed towards the stage. Immediately, her eyes went wide. "W…what is he doing!?"

On the stage, surrounded by a flutter of colorful lights, there stood Arnold, albeit he was dressed far different than anything anyone could ever imagine him to be in. The black tuxedo vibe sort of fit him well, but there was a white, billowy shirt akin to the ones that magicians would wear underneath it, a proper red bow tie topping it off in an almost penguin look. He had a top hat upon his head, with his hand resting upon the brim of it while his other hand held a cane that he tapped against the floor to the beat. Before he started singing at all, he lifted the top hat and cast it aside, exposing the crystal ball that was sitting underneath it, nested in his hair. He let it roll down onto his finger, spinning it around while Aisling watched in horror.

"It seems she finally got a taste of fame, caught a break, in critical acclaim, a glass of champagne. She started feeling safe, but black magic ain't, no it didn't feel the same!" Arnold smirked at the glistening crystal ball, tossing it up into the air and lifting his cane to catch and balance it, an act that shook Aisling to her core. "And tomorrow's now misunderstood, cause it's reading: outlook not so good. If these signs would point to yes she could maybe feel the same." Aisling looked out towards the crowd to see them clapping for Arnold's mockery of her most prized possession and she felt sick to her stomach, even watching seemed to just make it worse.

"A-Arnold, please…" She pleaded, but alas, he couldn't hear a word she was saying, and he continued on with his performance.

"So concentrate and ask again: are we at the end? We're starting to begin and mend, oh, but then! Is happiness a trend? A friend once said there's beauty in the pain. And tomorrow's now misunderstood, cause it's reading: outlook not so good. If these signs would point to yes she could maybe feel the same…" The music started to get slower and softer, the lights even dimming a bit as Arnold lowered the ball to hold it right in front of his face, just staring into the glow. "She wipes her tears, she understands that some things are simply out of hand. So, she bides her time and counts the sand…and leans into the paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin…" The lights went dark immediately, turning back on to reveal Arnold on a tightrope above the audience, no longer on the stage, balancing the crystal ball on his head again.

"So shake the magic eight until it breaks, breaks, breaks! Close your eyes and take a leap of faith, faith, faith! Don't be afraid of going your own way, way, wa-a-ay! And shake the magic eight until it breaks, it breaks, it breaks…" He jumped off of the tightrope and back onto the stage, the ball almost falling, though he caught it in his one hand and went back to toying with it. "It breaks my heeeeeart every tiiiime…losing our rhythm and losing our rhyme! Control your fate, fate, fate and shake the magic eight until it…it breaks, it breaks, it breaks…the magic eight until it breaks!"

"Heeeeart, tiiiiiime, rhythmmmm, rhyyyyyme!" The crowd chanted along with Arnold as he rolled the crystal ball along his shoulders, tossing it into the air one final time.

"Control your fate, fate, fate and shake the magic eight until it breaks!" The ball came falling down, landing in the palm of his hand just before the lights shut off. When they came back on, Arnold took a cocky bow, and the crowd clapped loudly, with Aisling hurriedly running onto the stage and grabbing her ball from him. She looked out and saw how much everyone had loved the performance and didn't even know what to say, not that she had a moment to at all, as Arnold pulled her along to the next chill zone. "Second place, how wonderful. At least I got to put on a fun show."

"Yeah…you know what, Arnold?" Aisling sniffled and thrust her crystal ball back into his hands, only wiping the smirk off his face and replacing it with pure confusion. "You win…" With some more sniffles, Aisling ran away from the chill zone, just leaving Arnold alone with Duke, who was shaking his head at him.

"D-don't you look at me like that! I didn't…ugh…Aisling, come back here!" Arnold shouted and ran after his partner, carrying the crystal ball with him while Duke just kept shaking his head.

"The Dukester has seen many low blows in his days of both Total Drama and professional wrestling, but that was just uncalled for." Duke sighed and looked back at the camera, "Either way, the Psychic and Skeptic are in second place. Wonder which team is gonna come on up here next!" The camera panned away to show Becky still at the front of the line, ready to pass along the guitar, but when she did, she recognized the figure behind her.

"M-Mitsuki!? B-but…you were frozen in the lake…and others got here way before you!" Becky was shocked as her race mom beamed that stern look at her again.

"Looks like you're starting to feel the burn from what you did, huh?" When Mitsuki said that, Becky got this defensive look on her face, holding her guitar close to her. "Oh, by all means, keep denying it. But, if you're so sure that you were right, then you wouldn't mind going out there and playing the drums for your song?"

"T-that would be too easy, why would I bother doing that?" Becky glared at Mitsuki, who seemed unconvinced. "Oh, fine, whatever. I'll go play the simplest instrument ever and the crowd will love it." She turned away and started walking to the stage while the lights were dimming. "Tch…what a waste of my first time playing the festival. Mitsuki is taking this mom thing way too seriously, all her blah, blah, blah." She climbed behind the drum set on stage, grabbing the sticks and inspecting them closely. "This is gonna be easy…one…two…three…"

Becky slammed the sticks down hard on the drums, letting out this rattly noise with each drum that she struck. It shocked her, as that rattling wasn't something she ever heard when Olive was the one playing the drums, but she had already started, there was nothing she could do about it now. Each time she hit a drum, a red light flickered, and through it, she could see the audience members staring at her, each of them looking confused by the sound she was producing. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked back to the side and saw Mitsuki, who was still giving her that look, and Honey, who looked worried as she was searching for the missing Olive. Nonetheless, it was coming time for her to sing, and she did her best to focus, but those drum beats weren't doing her any good.

"It's starting again, cause I let you in, this seed I've sown! Create to condemn, replace to relive, despite its growth!" Her voice was on par with her usual singing, but matched with the drums, it seemed off, and the audience wasn't quite sure what they were supposed to do between clapping and being disappointed. With the more aggressive screaming part coming, she took a deep breath, knowing that this bit was hardly her strong suit either. "Am I alone!? Spinning out of control!? I bury it til I choke! On ashes…scarring my throat…" She got ready to sing her chorus, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't force the words out, and she just drooped her head and kept banging on the drums, bringing the audience more confusion as she moved on to the next verse.

"Trapped in a maze in my mind and it's toxic, I'll scratch my nails through this coffin. Wasting away in the dark's not an option, not an option, not an option! I'll scratch my nails through this coffin!" Again, the chorus was coming up, but Becky just couldn't do it. She let the drum sticks fall to the ground and stepped away from the set, fumbling past it while trying to still captivate the audience with her voice alone. "BARE YOUR SOUUUUUUUUUUUL! BARE YOUR SOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL!" As she looked up, she could see just how disappointed everyone was with her performance, and she let her microphone fall to the ground, letting out a ringing sound as she fell to her knees.

"Great…juuuuuuust great. Now I look like an idiot, Mitsuki was right, Olive's upset…and both of us just had our first music festival ruined." Becky just sat on her knees and thought to herself while the mumbles of the audience members seemed to get louder and louder. "I give it up, Mitsuki. If I even knew where to find Olive, I'd admit that I was wrong…but no one's seen her since we got to the stage…" As she sat and lamented, she heard a tap behind her, a rhythmic tap that was followed by a few more. "...Huh…?" She slowly turned her head around, and what she saw, she almost couldn't believe.

"You fall away into the light…where numbness and pain are synchronized!" Olive's voice was much higher than Becky's was, but still sounded good, all things considered, especially once the fact that she was in the midst of hammering down on the drums like no tomorrow was taken into account. "If there's a grave behind my ey-e-es, then how do the dead find a, find a sign of life?" Becky pulled herself up from the ground and picked her microphone up, looking back at Olive, who was smiling pleasantly, a smile that brought tears to her own eyes. She ran to her sister's side, holding her microphone up so that it was close to both of their faces.

"So pull me close and twist the knife, and drag me to Hell with Heaven's lies. If there's a grave behind my eyes, then how do the dead find a, find a sign of life!?" The crowd was finally cheering as the two stopped singing and Olive played the outro on her drums, each strike being deliberate and powerful, no rattling to be heard. The moment the song was wholly over, the crowd's cheering got much louder, but Becky ignored it all and wrapped her arms around Olive, burying her face into her shoulder.

"Olive, I-"

"Aw, Becks…I almost don't wanna hear ya say it cause I know it's gonna sound weird coming from you…buuuut if you insist." Olive smiled at Becky, who forced herself to smile back while tear droplets formed in her eyes and quickly sizzled into steam.

"I'm sorry…you're useful and talented…just as much as Ivy and I. And you're not stupid, you're just…different than I am…you like people, I don't…and I was forcing my hate of people onto you and got mad at you for not wanting to be the exact same as me. I'm sorry…I'm so…so sorry." Becky looked a bit confused as Olive rolled her eyes at her.

"Alright, alright, I get it…yeesh, ya get so emotional sometimes, Becks!" Olive gave Becky a playful noogie, messing up her hair even worse than it already was messed up. "Well…alright, maybe we both get super emotional. Guess Ivy's the balance there, huh? Anyways…I think they approved well enough, so…we should get to the chill zone, yeah?"

"You bet…and when this leg is over, m-maybe we can go get ice cream with Mitsuki and Honey…" Becky took a deep breath and winced, "A-and maybe…see if…the Basketballers wanna come with us…"

"Alright Becky, you're starting to make me think a skinwalker ate and replaced you." Olive jokingly glared at Becky, and the two laughed together as they moved off stage. However, before they could get into the chill zone, a large penalty clock was slammed down right in front of them, with the massive time of one whole hour on it. "Uh…oh…"

"Uh oh is right, Prom Queens!" Duke laughed as the timer started, "You see, it was a botch or watch, not a botch or botch. Becky was the one that needed to botch and Olive was the one that needed to watch. Buuuuut Olive came in and gucked things up for the both of you! Now, you'll get to worry about whether or not you're actually gonna make it to the chill zone before the others are all done. You wanna take back that thing you said about Olive not being stupid, now?"

"I'll eat your heart if you dare insinuate that my sister is stupid ever again, you hear me? Stupid weakblood, thinking I'm insincere." Becky huffed steam from her nostrils while Olive giggled.

Confessional

"Well, that one hour penalty isn't really any good news, but…eh, I could care less. If I lose, I deserve it for being a bitch or whatever." Becky blushed and rubbed the back of her head while Olive started coloring a crayon picture of the two of them together. "Curse me for getting so close to Mitsuki, having her disappointed in me really makes me reevaluate my actions…but I guess it's a good thing."

"Yeah, Mitsuki's a pretty good mom! We should make her waffles in the morning, all moms like breakfast in bed!" Olive had suddenly switched up what she was doing, and was now wearing a chef hat and an apron with a mixing bowl in her hands.

"...You know…yeah, okay. If we survive the leg, we will make her waffles."

"Oh, I just love seeing them all back to normal again…it wasn't that long, but seeing Olive miserable made me feel like my heart was going to give out." Honey sighed a pleasant sigh and looked at Mitsuki, who was wearing significantly more leather than she had ever worn in the rest of her life. Her hair was pulled up into a ginormous bun, so as not to be a tripping hazard to her. "You look really cool like that."

"Well, obviously. My daughters helped me get my outfit together!" Mitsuki rolled her eyes before looking back at the camera. "It's nice to not have to be so stern for now, anyways. Being disappointed just brings out the worst in me. Like, I feel bad for even looking at Becky like that! But, anyways, it's my time to shine, right?"

Confessional

"Well, here I go," Mitsuki shrugged and walked past Honey with a guitar in her hands, smiling as she saw the Bloody Prom Queens waving to her from the side of the stage. "Nothing to worry about means that all is well…no more Miss Mean Mom." She giggled to herself before turning towards the crowd, although she wasn't facing them quite yet. "Alright, and…" She held her arm up high, bringing it down to strum the guitar, but her hand stopped just before she touched the strings. She stared at the massive crowd that was gathered around, and her eyes widened. "Uh…uh…uh…"

"What is she doing? That's not how you do a song…?" Honey watched Mitsuki helplessly twitch and fidget in place for a few seconds before running onto the stage and pulling her back off the side with her, leaving the crowd to wonder whatever that was. "Mitsuki, what happened out there? You were fine when you walked out, but then you just got all quiet."

"I…I don't know…I was feeling really confident when I first got in line, but after Becky apologized to Olive…" Mitsuki gasped and slapped her hand against her face, "Crap! I convinced myself that everything was back to normal, so all the confidence is gone! Ugh…and it was gonna be so cool and edgy and…great, just great."

"Like, an angry song?" Honey turned her head in question while Mitsuki just nodded. "Oh…well…what if you just stare at me instead of the crowd when you go back up there? I make you angry all the time, so it should help, right?"

"That's…not a horrible idea. You do get on my nerves a lot…well…I'll do it…if I get another chance to go up there, that is…" Mitsuki sighed and got to the back of the line, while Marty stood at the front of the line, speaking to the punked out Xavier. Seriously, he dyed his ginger hair black, he had eyeliner under his eyes, black and purple colors were all he wore, it was like an entirely different person.

"You ready to go out there and ace this thing?" Marty looked excited for his friend, who was just quiet. "Xavi? What's wrong with you, man?"

"The crowd's been keeping up with the show, I guess…heard 'em all talking about how I was the pathetic one that's scared of my own shadow. And an oddly large number of people saying that I'm probably a virgin nerd. I mean, I am a virgin nerd, but it still hurts to hear other people say it!" Xavier sighed as he toyed with the guitar in his hands, "It's not really the best hype to live up to…"

"Okay, yeah…but that was Xavier before! Xavier now is way cooler! He takes on all the challenges, he owns up to his mistakes, and he totally rocks it in black and purple…and eyeliner…somehow." Marty shook his head and placed his hands on Xavier's shoulders, giving him a little shake. "You're gonna kill it out there, okay? And when you do, everybody's going to admit that they were wrong about you. Just get out there and wow the crowd, yeah?"

"Alright…yeah! Yeah, I'm gonna wow the crowd! Gee, thanks Marty!" Marty nodded his head, and Xavier quickly ran onto the stage, though the lights weren't dimmed at all, still completely lit up from Mitsuki's flopped performance. The second the members of the audience saw him, he could hear chuckles and gossip. He already felt unsure of himself at this point, but that wasn't helping in the slightest. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath in and out, readying his hands on that guitar. "Prove 'em wrong…prove 'em wrong…" He raised his hand up, just like Mitsuki had, but unlike her, the strum went through.

"You're still a maybe…so could you think about it rationally? Just for me-e-e…I'll let you sleep on it and call me in the morning." Xavier suddenly jumped up and slammed his feet back down, causing the lights to finally dim and be replaced by purple spotlights that swirled around the stage, making sure to land on him as the centerpoint of their path. "Oh, babyyyyyyyyyyy! You know it's hard to find someone like you, who thinks with your heart like you always do! You can take your time, I promise it's fine, just be sure it's what you want and you've made up your mind…"

"Wow, he's actually doing, like, really good out there!" Katie clapped off to the side of the stage, while Marty nodded his head and tapped his foot.

"Yeah…not that I would expect anything less than Xavier, dude's pretty darn good at everything he does." Marty chuckled before he looked at Katie, "So, you're probably all excited to see Sadie go up there, yeah?"

"Well, obviously! I bet you're almost more excited for that than I am, though!" Marty looked a bit confused while Katie got a teasing smile on her face. "You know, with-...oh…right…not supposed to…well, it's just gonna be fun! Totally!" She smiled awkwardly, leaving Marty to just deadpan at the camera in confusion.

"A piece of mind…one of a kiiiiind. Save it for when you've got some kids and you've got no more time. I think it hurts…I'm out of wo-o-rds…but what the hell do I know, I'm not driving 'til it's light out!" Xavier took himself to the very edge of the stage, using one of the speakers as a platform to put one of his feet up on. "Try and stop me now, I'm fuckin' on one! Oooooooo…out of control, but I won't let you out of my sight now!" He stepped down from the speaker and turned away from the crowd, only looking back at them with his mystifying, purple eyes. "I promise…it's not the way that you think…so let it rest and let's have a drink. The truth is…I love the way that you feel, cause you're responsible, you're so responsible…" The lights started to flicker rapidly, and Xavier was running around on the hands of the audience, all of which were cheering and doing their best to hold him up.

"I promise, it's not the way that you think! It's progress, wouldn't you agree? Wo-o-oah! The problem is I'm still asleep at the wheel, but you're responsible, you're so responsible! I promise, it's not the way that you think! So let it rest and let's have a drink. Wo-o-oah! The truth is, I love the way that you feel, cause you're responsible, you're so responsible!"" The crowd guided Xavier back to the stage as his song ended, and he flung the guitar back to the others that were waiting in line while reveling in the cheering he was getting. Marty ran onto stage quickly, patting his friend on the back before continuing on to the chill zone, with Katie still watching and applauding from the sidelines.

"Xavier, man, that was awesome! Did you see the crowd!? They loved you, man!" Xavier beamed as Marty complimented him.

"Yeah…yeah, I guess they did love me, didn't they? Woah!" Xavier was suddenly lifted up by a crowd of men and women from the audience, who started carrying him away from the chill zone while still cheering him on. "G-guess my party's not over for the night! I'll see you later, Marty!"

"Marty! You're partner's hiding somewhere else, probably losing his virgin nerd card, but you guys got third, not too shabby!" Duke congratulated Marty, who started walking back towards the stage, just outside of it, near where Becky and Olive were sitting. "What're you doing over there? You guys are done already."

"Yeah, I know…figured I'd just wanna watch some of the others. A friend told me I'd probably really like one of them, so why not?" Marty didn't look back at Duke, who shrugged and returned to minding his own business.

"Oh…my poor…aching feet…I deserve this…I truly deserve this…" Zeke groaned as he sat in a chair and kicked his frozen solid feet up against a furnace, though they were cold enough to freeze the furnace with them. "Nature is cruel, but so just."

"Yeah, whatever, you may deserve that and all, but there's no way that I deserve the complete and utter embarrassment I'm about to suffer with my dad going on stage!" Eliott grumbled, tossing Zeke out of the chair and taking his place while crossing his arms. "I need this seat more than you, I might just die from the embarrassment, and when I do, I wanna go out sitting down! I think it would add to the message."

"I-I don't really know what you mean, but your dad's probably not going to embarrass you that much…" Zeke rubbed his feet with his hands, but, like with the furnace, his hands were soon frozen solid. "Er…like, who knows what might happen with him out there? Aren't old people supposed to be wise and know everything?"

"My dad doesn't know jack about anyone younger than forty…explains why me and him don't get along ever. But I guess I'll just have to suffer with it." Eliott rubbed his temple while he waited for the embarrassment to start, only to hear a guitar being played pretty expertly out on the stage. "Wait a minute…that doesn't sound half bad…"

"Are you kids ready to throw out your hips and complain about it all day tomorrow!?" James shouted loudly from the stage, getting some confused murmurs back from the crowd. The old man was wearing a band tee and some ripped jeans, his bucket hat replaced with a beanie that just…didn't look right on him. "Haha! Trust me, you'll know what I'm talking about tomorrow! Anyways, where was I…oh, guitar!" The crowd was impressed by James' aptitude with the guitar, but still confused about how weird he was being.

"Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn't mean to call you that! Haha, yeah! I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me. Please tell me…please tell me whyyyyyyy?" James did a little knee slide towards the crowd, who were now cheering for him as they watched him rock out like he was back in the fifties. "My car is in the front yaaaaaaaard, and I'm…sleeping with my clothes oooooooooon! I came in through the windooooooooow…last night, and you're gone. Go-o-one! Come on, kids, I know you all know how to sing along to the song!" Though they were a bit annoyed by being commanded by James like that, the crowd members started to echo the whole theater with some "awoooo" noises.

"That's more like it! It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy! Cause every now and then I kick the living– aha, can't say that word! Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn't mean to call you that!" Despite it being easily the most confusing performance that the crowd had been introduced to this far, they were all for it, letting out their wild cheers for James, who tossed his beanie to the crowd. "You kids make sure you get home safe tonight, you hear!? Come on, Eli, sport! Let's go take our spot at the winner's table!"

"Dad…that was aweso–...I mean, yeah, it was alright, I guess." Eliott blushed as he ran up to his "father," who just chuckled while they pressed onto the chill zone, meeting Duke there.

Confessional

"I know, I'm just full of surprises! Before I ended up in my career, I was actually a huge groupie that traveled the country and watched more concerts than anybody I've ever met! Decided that life was for losers, and a solid nine to five making some big bucks was the real way to go, though." James beamed while Eliott just stared at him in disbelief.

"...You could've been so much cooler than you actually are. Figures you would go and take the coolest thing about yourself away from the world." Eliott sighed and got up from his seat, leaving James alone in the confessional.

Confessional End

"Man, things are getting pretty wild up there, aren't they?" Richard stared out onto the stage from where he was standing before looking back at the line of people that were getting in line to sing. His eyes wandered to the far back of the line…Evan, Andrew, Phoebe, and Mitsuki, in that order. "She's pretty far back in line, eh?"

"Ohohoho!" Logan laughed obnoxiously while she approached Richard, who gave her his attention for about half a second before just looking right back at his favorite racer. "Looks like we're all really far behind every other team! Not to worry, though! I know for a fact that even Evan can handle a simple task like this…if he couldn't, he wouldn't be in our musical group to begin with. As for the neckbeard and the sea urchin, they've at least got the buffer of that greasy girl being behind them, right?"

"Right…I know Phoebe gets nervous when lots of people are watching her, so I guess I'm interested in seeing what happens out there." Richard tapped his fingers on his thigh, noticing something was off when he did. "Huh…thought I had the phone in that pocket…oh, or maybe my hoodie pocket?" He moved his hands to the front of his hoodie and started digging around in there, looking for Andrew's phone, but having no look. "Uh…say, Logan, you didn't see me drop Andrew's phone anywhere, did you?"

"I don't even know what type of phone the neckbeard has, how would I have seen if you dropped it or not? Tch, maybe you gave it back to him already and you're stressing about nothing." Logan rolled her eyes and started walking away, leaving Richard to sigh before he was shoved aside by Vanessa rolling through like a freight train, dragging Mika behind her.

"Honey, we just gotta get these front row seats, you know it's about to go down!" Mika wasn't even walking, just being dragged with her cleats scratching against the floorboards.

"W-what's about to go down? A-and maybe you could stop tugging on me so much, your grip sorta feels like a Chinese finger trap, but on my whole arm." Vanessa finally let go of Mika, whose arm was red and swollen from all the tugging. She started rubbing it to ease the pain while Vanessa put a foam finger on, a purple one with a bedazzled "one" in the center.

"Sugar, Karma's about to go on! I've met a whole lot of crazy people, but if there's one person I know that knows how to captivate an audience on a stage more than anyone else, it's gotta be her." Vanessa's grin was stretching from ear to ear as the lights started dimming, and before Mika could get a word in, she slapped her foam finger against her mouth. "Shhhhh! It's about to start!"

The crowd got quiet as the air started to shimmer, almost looking like gemstones were raining down from the skies. The soft start of the next song was ushered in by a sole flickering light at the back of the stage, one that illuminated the current presenting figure with each flicker. Karma was in more latex, not unusual for herself, but this time, it was a once piece outfit. The top was dark purple, with a wraparound neck piece that came down to the chest, which had an open space just at the top of it. Further down, the color faded into more of a lilac tone, where it was just the legs of the suit. And, of course, she had her fancy boots…purple heels with blue flames at the front of them. The lights finally stopped flickering and came to a still to show her in all her glory, her makeup matching much more of a punk aesthetic than before.

"Sit tight I'm gonna need you to keep time, come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me! Good, good, now we're making some progress, come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat!" It took Karma all of five seconds to get the crowd doing as she commanded, and even with their snapping and tapping, Vanessa could still be heard hollering from backstage. "And I belie-eve, this may call for a proper introduction and, well, don't you see-ee? I'm the narrator and this is just the prologuuuuuuue…" She held that last word for quite some time, the lights starting to flicker some more before suddenly going out entirely, lighting up again while bundles of purple smoke puffed out at the crowd.

"Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen, oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention; I aim to be…your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wi-i-i-ives!" While Karma strutted her stuff, the snapping and tapping changed to clapping and stomping, finally managing to drown out Vanessa's own cheering, though the benched gal just took this as a challenge to get even louder. "Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen, swear to shake it u-up if you swear to listen! Swear to shake it up…if you swear to listen! Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up…swear to shake it up if you swear to listen, oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention; I aim to be yoooooouur eyeeeeeees! Badadada dada dadada dadada, badadadada da da duhhhhh…"

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO, YOU GO, GURL!" Vanessa shot out onto the stage the second the song was over, lifting Karma up like a victory prize while the audience went bananas. Mika sort of laughed as she watched Vanessa carry her partner away to the chill zone, not letting her say word one about just being scooped up like that.

"Glow-Up Gals, you guys are fifth! Nice job, Karma, but I think I could hear Vanessa's cheering more than you," Duke chuckled while Vanessa blushed and dropped Karma down to her feet.

"Oh, well, it's just nice to have such an adoring fan, dahling." Karma giggled and pinched Vanessa on the cheek, "Now, you did get Conroy all gussied up before he got in line, yes?"

"Oh, you know it honey! There's still another few people in front of him, but I doubt it's gonna be much longer, now. Oh, I can't wait to see the look on Mika's face when she sees him!" Vanessa and Karma ran over to join Marty, who was still waiting for a certain performance.

Confessional

"It's time to see the fruits of our labor in full bloom! Conroy was a tough cookie to crack, mainly just because he complained every time we got close to him with a moisturizer or a measuring tape, but it paid off! Oh, honey, I can't wait to see how he rocks the stage!" Vanessa and Karma were practically squealing like Katie and Sadie while thinking about the basketball player.

Confessional End

"Nervous, nervous, sooooo nervous." Sadie paced back and forth at the front of the line of remaining performers, a panicked look on her face. Her outfit wasn't much different than before, outside of the color scheme switching from a primary pink to a primary dark blue. All things considered, the color looked pretty good on her. Her hair had also been let down, and she was wearing more makeup than she usually did. "What do I even sing? I don't know what these people are gonna like!"

"Psssst! Maybe you should sing one of those cute love songs from that one band we like!" Katie cupped her hands around her mouth as she called out to Sadie, who gave her a little glare. "Don't be like that, the crowd always loves a good love song here and there! Besides, your voice is pretty close to that singer's so it'll probably sound amazing!"

"I appreciate the encouragement, but…" Sadie looked behind her to see the others waiting in line starting to get more anxious with her, "Oh…I don't have the time to think it over any more! Ugh, dangit, Katie!" Katie snickered while Sadie rushed onto the darkened stage, clutching the mic in her hand while waiting for the lights to come on. Through the dark, Marty could vaguely make out her figure, and her his. The two looked at each other, each nervously smiling before she took in a few deep breaths to prepare herself. "J-just a whole bunch of people and a really cute boy watching you…no biggie. Right…okay…here goes nothing…" The lights started coming up to illuminate Sadie while the rising note of the intro began playing.

"Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together! I need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better!" Her song was a lot more poppy than the others before her, but the crowd still seemed to be enjoying it, as they all clapped along with her singing, easing her worries just a little bit. "It's not a walk in the park to love each other, but when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny you're worth it! Cause after all this time….I'm still…into you…" Sadie closed her eyes for a moment, holding up her microphone to her wobbly smile while Katie cheered for her and Marty even clapped from where he was standing.

"I should be over all the butterfli-i-i-ies, but I'm into you, I'm into you! And baby, even on our worst nights, I'm into you, I'm innnto you!" The crowd started to sing along with her, and her worries slowly slipped away as she giddily danced on the stage. "So let 'em wonder how we got this far, cause I don't really need to wonder at all, yeah after all this time, I'm still into you, Iiiiii'm still into you, Iiiiiii'm still…in…to you." Confetti burst from the front of the stage when the song came to its close, and the crowd cheered, even with the fact that the confetti was pink and sparkly. Sadie sighed in relief, rolling the microphone away from herself and off to the side of the stage again. Katie ran up to her and the two soon held hands, jumping up and down and squealing before running out of the audience's view. They reached the chill zone in no time, meeting Duke there.

"BFFFLs, sixth place, still in the top half, so still pretty good in my book. Way to whip out a pop hit and make it work at an emo festival." Duke snickered while Marty came walking back over to the chill zone.

"Sadie, that was really good! Way better than anything I would've been able to do out there, that's for sure." Marty and Sadie blushed when they looked at each other, having a hard time maintaining eye contact. Katie started to get anxious as she watched them, eventually clenching her fists and bumping her hip into Sadie's butt, which knocked her towards Marty. Of course, he caught her before she fell, and the two were just standing there, looking at each other and blushing. "U-uh…o-oh…I never asked, b-but since Sunny's gone, did you still want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?" Immediately, the thought of what he just said sunk in, and all he could do was think about it, "Alright, Marty, that was the dumbest thing you could've said right now. You look like a total idiot, good going."

"I…don't know if I want you to pretend anymore, but if you want to…" They just stared at each other for a moment, their eyes sparkling as they met gazes. It was a slow burn, but slowly and slowly, they came closer to each other until their lips finally touched in the center, the two of them closing their eyes and leaning fully into the kiss.

"Oh, thank goodness…" Katie sighed and fell down onto her butt, exhausted from having to watch them just standing there. A few seconds after, Xavier was tossed to the ground near her, his face covered in black and purple lipstick and his hair a frizzy mess. "What happened to you?"

"Aduh…" Xavier just cooed and rolled over onto his back, leaving Katie to wonder to herself.

Confessional

"Oh, I just…I feel bad about intervening, but I couldn't help myself! The guy was standing right there, ripe for the kissing, but she wasn't gonna do it unless someone stepped in." Katie sighed and stared down at her lap, "I hope they don't get too upset with me…"

"L-ladies, gentlemen, there's plenty of me to go around, ahuheh!" Xavier got up from the ground, all wobbly as he toppled face forward into the camera.

Confessional End

"Aye…I can't believe what I'm about to witness…" Michael tugged on his eyelids while Jamie Lynn ignored him and sat on her phone nearby. He glance over at her and groaned loudly, "Uuuuuugh! I said I can't believe what I'm about to witneeeeeess!"

"Yeah, I heard you the first time and ignored you then, what makes you think I'd wanna listen the second time?" Jamie Lynn rolled her eyes at Michael and quickly went back into her phone, ignoring him again as he crossed his arms and pouted.

"Easy for you to ignore it when your partner isn't mocking a whole group of people with how he's dressed up! I know he can't be serious about it, there's just no way…right?" The lights began to dim, and Michael worriedly covered his face with his hands. "I can't watch, I don't think my heart will be able to take it…" Despite saying that he couldn't watch, he still split some fingers apart so that he could see the stage, which was slowly starting to light up again. There, in the very middle of it, stood Virgil…but unlike anything before. He had always worn all black, so he probably would have been fine as is, but no…this man swapped his whole outfit on to get in full drag with a black dress that went all the way down to his ankles and platform heels. His hair was even contained by a black beehive wig. The sight of it made Michael feel queasy.

"My best friend…is a DJ…and he's spinning…somewhere Friday. Bring your boyfriend, bring your girlfriend, make your girlfriend be your boyfriend." The soft piano start was slowly added upon by some soft drum taps, with Virgil walking closer to the front of the stage and blowing kisses to the excited audience. "And we'll pre-game at my house, cause that's what we're all abooout! And I'll rolls my spliff, takes a hit, my shit's so lit, we ain't never gonna qui-it! We don't give a fuck, we don't, we don't give a fuck: smokin' ciggies in the car with the windows up! We don't give a fuck, we don't, we don't give a fuck, it's like sex on X in an ice cream truck! Pills, pills, alcohol, to catch us when we free fall! We don't give a fuck, we don't, we don't give a fuck, noooooo…fuck yeah!"

"We…we don't care…if you hate us for this song…cause we're not listening and we-e-e…" Virgil held the microphone out to the crowd, who started to sing along with him in the bridge. "We don't ca-a-are if you hate us for this song…cause we're not sorry, we've got pills, pills, alcohol, to catch us when we free fall. Pills, pills, alcohol, to catch us when we free fall. No home, student loan, won't you take me on my own? Pills, pills, alcohol– we don't give a fuck, we don't, we don't give a fuck, you can take that shit and you can smoke it all up! We don't give a fuck, we don't, we don't give a motherfuck, nooooo…fuck yeah….FUCK YEAH!" The impromptu drag queen took an extravagant bow once he finished his song and, despite the cheering from the crowd, Michael was quick to rush him off stage and to the chill zone. "Hey! Watch the butt, guy! I spent a long time getting it looking perfect for this and you're just gonna mess it up!"

"I am not gonna mess your butt up– wait, that just sounds weird! Virgilio, why would you dress up like that, are you trying to make drag queens out to be some sort of ridiculous joke!?" Michael groaned and smacked his head against the wall.

"I'm not making anyone out to be a joke, I took my get up very seriously. I mean, look at me!" Virgil glanced over his shoulder to look at the mirror behind him and smack his own rear. "Yeah, I'd hit that. I think you're just using me as a bridge to say that you're the one that thinks drag queens are a joke! So insensitive…so cancel worthy-"

"No! No, no! I am not! I was just…ugh…it's a late night, we should just get to our hotel room and call it a night." Virgil raised his eyebrows seductively at Michael, who started getting nauseous. "Don't you look at me like that."

Confessional

"Blurgh!" Virgil projectile vomited off the side of the screen as he tore his get up off, eventually just ending up in his black boxers and gasping for air. "Alright, definitely never doing anything that far again…I feel tainted just wearing that stuff!"

Confessional End

"There are seven teams already rolled in and safe for the night, six teams that still need to finish the challenge, and one team seated with still another thirty minutes on their penalty!" Duke rubbed his hands together and licked his lips while looking out towards the stage. "Who's gonna be the next to get out here and perform? Let's hope it's something exciting, yeah?"

"Oh, the agony…the suffering…I can feel it…I'm not worthy of this body anymore, nature! I have failed you one too many times!" Zeke wailed in pain, his hands and feet still frozen together while he lay collapsed on the floor. He tried to complain some more, but Mika walked right over him and got a bit closer to the stage, getting all giddy.

"Senior…it's his turn, isn't it? Oh, I can't wait to see what he's gonna do, it's gonna be so cool, no matter what!" She started to bounce up and down while she waited for Conroy to take the stage, immediately noticing the difference in him when she saw him. For starters, his hair wasn't spiked up like it normally was, but combed back a lot neater. His sunglasses had somehow been pried from his face, not that she was sure how that came to be, but she could almost see his face glistening in the light, looking smooth and perfect. His shirt was a two-toned button down, purple on the left side with a purplish off-white on the right side, and it was neatly tucked into some black dress pants, though the top button was left undone. His cleats were also replaced by dress shoes…he practically was a different person. "Huh…he looks so…" Conroy looked her way for a second, smiling at her while she smiled back. He eventually turned his eyes back to the crowd, a guitar in his hands as he calculated how exactly to get started.

"Ahem…lately, all I wanna do is lay around with you and complain about the youth! I will never leave your room, tell me everything that bothers yo-ou!" Conroy jumped right into a guitar solo while the audience cheered for him and Mika watched, bobbing her head to the song. "Aimlessly driving on a highway…hoping that you'll check your phone…and that you're still awa-ake! Please, don't take this as anything but honest! I'm still stuck on last Thursday, when you undressed and whispered my name! Yeah!" Sliding forward on his knees, sparks shot out from cannons and into the sky, bursting into fireworks.

"Lately, all I wanna do is lay around with you and complain about the youth! I will never leave your room, tell me everything that bothers yo-ou!" He pulled himself up from his knees, managing to do a backflip and landing perfectly on the stage, which sent some more fireworks flying off. "And damn, girl, you don't even know! Looking in my eyes, staring at my soul! I forgot how to be alone, stay up all night when you're not at hooooooome…" He strummed the guitar one last time, with the crowd clapping loudly and Mika running up to him, still giddy like before. He blushed at her when she took his hand in hers, and she started skipping towards the chill zone with him. "H-how was I?"

"You were great!" Mika giggled, and the two of them passed by Karma and Vanessa on their way to safety, "We can get you back into your regular clothes now, though! You looked so silly in your business casual!" The Glow-Up Gals fell to their knees, defeated the second they heard how Mika disapproved of their work.

Confessional

"Where did I put my gel? I can't seem to find it…" Conroy had mostly changed back into his regular clothes at this point, it was just that his hair was still combed back.

"Oh, I got it right here, senior, don't you worry!" Mika giggled and held out a jar of gel. He went to reach his hand in it, but before he could, she did it instead, jumping up and spiking his hair back up. "You're looking super stylish, now, senior!"

"T-thanks…"

"I feel broken on the inside…all that time…wasted…" Vanessa laid face down on the ground while Karma sobbed next to her.

"So much effort, so much pizazz, all for naught! Oh…woe is us, woe is us…" The two let out a painful sounding sigh and crawled away from the camera.

Confessional End

"Man…" Lyle sighed, being the next person in the front of the line. He took a more refined approach to the punk aesthetic, being the suit and tie type that were around for people to swoon at when they performed their slow songs. Zeke wasn't too far from him, just laying on the ground with his hands and feet all frozen together. "You feelin' any better, Zeke?"

"I think I'm going to give in to the hypothermia pretty soon, but it is what it is at this point…what's eating at you?" Zeke could tell that something was wrong with his partner just by that downed look in his eyes.

"Oh…well, it's just that…I got to get a good look at so many butts when we were all changing, but not a single one of them matched up with the birthmark. I know it's just a small number of people, but I was really hoping I could find someone since…well, the adoptive parents weren't really a fan of me constantly bringing over animal friends. I actually got kicked out long ago…it's okay, though! I'm just fine without a family!" Lyle tried to put on a smile, but the ruse didn't work. Zeke, miraculously, managed to thaw the ice encapsulating his feet and hands, standing up like nothing was wrong with him as he patted Lyle on the back.

"Lyle, you know, I don't mind having you around…even if we're not technically family or anything, I bet you could still hang out with me and my folks! We all love animals and work hard to conserve them…our home is practically just a treehouse!" Zeke chuckled as he noticed that Lyle was getting a more genuine smile on his face. "Even if we don't find your family on the way, you can still be my makeshift older brother, yeah? It's a little weird with you being shorter than me, but still."

"Yeah…yeah, thanks, Zeke. I've only been having so much fun in the race cause you've been here with me…probably would've been bored if I was with someone who wouldn't take their shoes off and walk around barefoot in Finland." The two started laughing together for a moment before sighing, "Well, I'm holding up the line, so I guess I'll go up on stage, then."

"Yeah, go show them how good you are on that guitar, Lyle! You got this!" Zeke cheered for Lyle as he started walking onto the stage.

"W-woah…" There were a whole lot of people, still, each of them staring at Lyle, who was looking back out at them, clutching an acoustic guitar in his hands. "I…I hope you guys don't mind if I slow it down a little bit." He laughed nervously while the crowd just blinked at him in unison. He gulped down the nervousness and took his hand to the strings, starting to strum a soft tune that sounded very pleasant. He took another glance off stage to see Zeke smiling at him still, and he could feel himself getting less nervous. "As I look round this makeshift moving house…I'm searching for whatever's left of me. It's on the ground, in a box that reads lost and found it's lost and found…" He closed his eyes and leaned into the guitar, thinking about how he was kicked out. "I've worked it out, you'll always bring me down…from here on out, I'm doing things for me. I'm impatient now, I'm not the type for life alone, I need someone…" He opened his eyes again, smiling back at Zeke, who had an encouraging look about him.

"With everything that sets me back I push back harder to clear the way!" Lyle started to get louder in his singing, and the crowd could feel all of the emotions coming forth. "There's not a thing that I regret…can't live my life in yesterday…life in yesterday…" He looked up to see the crowd waving their phone flashlights and lighters back and forth as he sang for them, his worries slipping away. "And I'm…I'm already gone! I'm already something…to someone…that I don't know…but now I know. And I'm…I'm out making rounds! On every side of town…that I've been through…that I know…to find my reason to come back…home." Lyle set the guitar down on that final chord, and the crowd cheered for him, plenty of them with teary eyes that just got even tearier when Zeke came to the stage and hugged his partner.

"Lyle…that was amazing…your folks are missing out, cause you're one talented guy!" Zeke finally pulled back from the hug, and the two walked off the stage, with the crowd still cheering for Lyle as they did. This only left another four people in line and waiting for their turn to go on stage, with the line being headed by Evan. The pop star had done something similar to Sadie, mainly switching his white colors to black and unbuttoning the vest, though his hair was spiked up with some instant black dye.

"Finally…it feels like I've been waiting for so long for a turn on stage," Evan groaned and cracked his neck before turning back to see a frantic looking Andrew, who was shirtless, hatless, and really only wearing black skinny jeans in his muscular physique. "What are you getting all worked up over?"

"M-my phone…my Mitsuki-Chan is in my phone…I don't know where she is, I don't know if she's okay…" Andrew started biting down on his nails while Evan rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh, you'll be fine…it's just a phone. Better buckle up and figure out how you're gonna go on stage without having a little freak out, at least." Evan snickered and walked past Andrew onto the stage, side eyeing Logan, who was watching him lazily. "Alright, Jamie Lynn…I think I've got it all figured out…I get to mock my cousin and mess with your useless partner at the same time…" The popstar waited for the lights to come on, and they finally did, with him instantly bringing the microphone up to his lips.

"Na na na na! Na na na na! Nana nana na na na na! I am awaaaaaaaaare that I am an asshole, I really don't caaaaaaaaaaare about all of that, though!" The crowd instantly recognized the hit, and started to sing the "na"s for Evan, who smirked back at them. "I've got nothing to prove! But, honestly, I'm just like youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" With the music now going off at full blast, Evan hit the stage with his practiced choreography, each move striking the crowd with intensity.

"Oh, he's not doing half bad…all things considered. Still, I would've done much better." Logan giggled and wagged her finger back and forth while Richard kept looking for the missing phone.

"I've got a bad case of ADD…I've been this way since seventeen. I've got a fucked. Up. Brain. And a really bad attituuuuuude! I'll blame it on my drug abuse!" Evan made a drinking gesture with his hand, and some of the drunks out in the crowd tapped their glasses together, cheering for themselves. "I've been so lonely for the longest time…they tell me that I'm such a loveable guy, yeah, right! Could it be because I'm off my meeeeds? Or could it be just something I said? You don't wanna be…too close to me…cause you might see my broken heart!"

"Alright, now he's just pushing it with all the 'swag.'" Logan grumbled and crossed her arms, getting annoyed with how showy Evan was being.

"And I'm always stuck with some bad luck, now I'm just a boy who's angry at his 'mom.'" Evan quickly glanced over at Logan when he sang the word "mom," but looked back to the stage and dug into his pocket for something. "And I hope in fact she breaks her back the moment I step on this crack! And don't tell me I'm not worth it, cause you are far from perfect!"

"Hang on a minute…is that…?" Andrew gasped as he looked dead at the stage, his gasp calling the attention of each of the people that were still on that side of the stage.

"I am aware that you are all assholes! Who the hell cares about all of that though!?" Evan held Andrew's phone up high for all to see for but a moment, tossing it out into the waves of people in the crowd, causing Andrew to fall to his knees and Jamie Lynn to smirk to herself. "I am aware that I am an asshole! I really don't care about all of that though! I'm living my life the way that I want to! And you can't deny that, honestly, I'm just like you! Just like you! Just like you! JUST LIKE YOU!" With a final stomp, the lights closed on Evan, and the crowd went even crazier than they had for Lady Belle when she was performing.

"That…dickhead! That was Andrew's phone!" Richard gritted his teeth while Logan stood there, puzzled by what was going on. "What the hell is his problem!"

"My Mitsuki-Chan…no…no…she's lost…gone forever…" Andrew just stared off at the crowd, Richard running up to him.

"N-no, she's not gone forever, she's just…uh…she's…" Richard looked to Phoebe for answers, but she was just as confused as everyone else was at this point. "Dammit…alright, Andrew, I'll go get her, okay? Why don't you let Phoebe go ahead and then I'll just go grab her, then you can go?"

"U-uh…I don't know if that's such a good idea." Phoebe nervously rubbed her arm while looking at Richard worriedly. "I-if I try to go up there without Libby…I'm just gonna break down in front of everyone. B-but…if Jamie Lynn sees her when we're on stage…"

"Oh…right…well, what if…I got it! I'll go get her and…Andrew, I know this is going to be asking a lot of you…but I need you to make sure that Jamie Lynn doesn't see Phoebe when she's on stage at all. It's okay if you have to get behind Mitsuki in line, Becky and Olive are still timed out for another fifteen minutes." Andrew was still in disbelief, but he looked over to Richard nonetheless. "I'll be right back with her, it will all be okay…alright?"

"If that's your plan, Richard-San…then I shall follow it. Phoebe-San…I'll do everything in my power to make sure that Jamie Lynn doesn't suspect a thing." Andrew weakly pulled himself up from the ground, grabbing his katana from his side and starting to walk towards Jamie Lynn.

"He's a good guy behind all the weird anime shit, he really is…" Richard sighed and looked back at Phoebe with a smile. "You're gonna do great, okay? I'll be out in the crowd, and I'll be watching everything." He gave her a quick kiss before running off and diving into the crowd, leaving Phoebe to gulp and take to the stage.

Confessional

"Evan, why did you have that neckbeard's phone?" Evan stayed silent while Logan nagged at him, "Evan, I'm speaking to you! Hey! Listen to me!"

"I don't know…I realized it wasn't mine and just kind of threw it away…soooooorry," Evan rolled his eyes at Logan, who flicked him in the back of the head.

"Andrew's got this…he's definitely got this!" Richard dug around at the feet of the crowd members while trying to convince himself that the plan would go off without a hitch. "Where's that phone!? Hey! Anybody seen a phone around here!?" In response, pretty much every audience member held their phones up, "Oh, haha."

"No way! I'm not saving your butt for free again! I haven't gotten to smooch Richard a single time yet!" Libby groaned before taking her hat off and turning back into Phoebe. "Y-you can smooch him if you help me out…" There was a pause before she put the hat on again. "Alright, whatever, but I'm getting as many smooches as I want!"

Confessional End

Phoebe stepped out onto the stage, wearing a shoulderless dress that had a blue base, but a black, sheer overcoat. It went down to her knees, and she was wearing black boots with a good deal of buckles on them. She could feel the pressure on her from the minute she got out there, and looking off to the side and seeing Jamie Lynn looking right at her didn't help with her nervousness. She started to get a bit more panicky, not sure how she was going to get the song started, until Andrew finally stepped in front of Jamie Lynn, blocking her view with his massive, muscular body.

"Jamie Lynn-Do…" The jerky neighbor looked up at the weeaboo with a sneer on her face.

"Oh, what do you want, dweeb? Would you just buzz off so I can watch my partner make a fool of herself?" Jamie Lynn tried to peek past the boy, but he just blocked her sight again. "You're really getting on my nerves…"

"I can't let you watch Phoebe-San…it's my sworn duty to make sure that you don't." Jamie Lynn's eye twitched, and she got up from her chair to try and move past him, but he continued to shift around and block her path. "For now, your opponent is me: the mighty An D. Rew!"

"Thank you…Andrew…" Phoebe thought to herself before looking back out at the crowd and putting her hat onto her head, soon tapping her feet as Libby came out to play. She looked a lot more confident like this, as Richard got a quick peek of her from where he was digging around in the crowd. He grinned before he went back to his search, just waiting for her to kick things off. "IT'S THE END!" Libby's scream boomed all over the amphitheater, and Jamie Lynn started struggling more and more to get past Andrew, but he didn't budge.

"Butterfly knives alive and they're cutting my insides…smother me to sleep or sing me a lucid lullaby. Cause when I close my eyes at night, will I wake up, will I die? Tell me another lie, so I can feign that I'm alright!" While Libby was singing, the wrestling match between Jamie Lynn and Andrew started to worsen. Meanwhile, Richard was still doing whatever he could to find that phone.

"Come on, it has to be in here somewhere! Ugh, people, I wouldn't normally be pissed about all the women stepping on me, but I'm kinda on a mission right now!" Richard grumbled before an idea came to mind and he pulled out his own phone, calling Andrew's with it. Though it was faint, he could hear some rumbling on the ground, and when he looked in the directions, he saw the glimmer of the screen lighting up from the phone call. "There it is! Oh, Richard, you sly fox!" While he started crawling towards the phone, Phoebe had taken her hat off for a brief moment.

"S-so check my vital signs to see if I am here…brainwaves from graves that haunt you and never disappear." Immediately, she tossed the hat back on to reclaim her bravado as Libby, who really leaned into her spunk with how she was moving around. "If this pale skin is all I get, let me bleed and let me sweat! I really wanna do all of it and be insubordinate!" With a huge step forward, she pointed out to the crowd. "Into the unknown on my gravestone…"

"Gotcha!" Richard finally snatched up the phone, opening it to see that it truly was Andrew's, and the app with Mitsuki-Chan was already open. "Aha! You're doing just fine! Andrew's gonna be happy when I get you back to him!"

"Baka! Andrew doesn't care about anybody but himself and his own selfish needs! He doesn't care about other people, he doesn't help other people, it's always Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!" Mitsuki-Chan snapped at Richard who glared back at her and turned the screen so that the camera was pointed backstage, where Andrew and Jamie Lynn were fighting.

"If Andrew doesn't care about other people, then how do you explain him holding that girl back so my girlfriend doesn't have a freak out on stage?" Mitsuki-Chan looked out of curiosity, while Phoebe was playing a guitar solo, her hat not on at this point.

"Alright, this is just getting annoying! Back off already, dweeb!" With a swift kick, Jamie Lynn minced Andrew's nuggets, causing him to fall to the ground, wailing in pain. She walked past him, getting closer to the stage to watch Phoebe, who looked like she was getting really nervous without Libby around. "Stupid weeaboo, getting in my damn way."

"Jamie Lynn-Do…you…fool." Jamie Lynn glanced behind her to see Andrew struggling to pull himself back up to his feet. "You forgot the one golden rule of every anime…the MC always gets to use his final attack in a big battle." She just rolled her eyes at the boy, who grabbed the handle of his katana. "Special Slash:...Lights Out…" Quickly, he unsheathed his sword and resheathed it. It seemed to do nothing at first, and Jamie Lynn just laughed…until a giant curtain from the theater was severed and covered her up entirely, being so expansive that she was having a hard time figuring out how to free herself from underneath it. "Ganbatte, Phoebe-San…GANBATTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" With a huge smile on her face, Phoebe started coming to the close of her solo, turning back to face the crowd and tossing her hat into the air.

"Well, I just wanna know what happens when I'm dead…living in an up and down again in my head…" The hat came sailing down and landed on top of her head perfectly, bringing Libby out, yet again. "Are my skin and bones just a rental home!? Cause I just wanna know what happens when I'm dead…when I'm dead!" It seemed that both voices came out together at the end, and with a final striking solo, Phoebe brought her song to a close, hiding the hat right before Jamie Lynn got herself out from under the curtain.

"Ugh! I missed that whole thing because of you!" Jamie Lynn glared at Andrew, who was still collapsed on the ground from the intense nugget pain that she had just dealt to him. "Whatever, doesn't matter…at least I know I'm still in the game." She walked past the stage, to drag Phoebe to the other end, not letting her get a chance to either thank Andrew in person or see Richard, who was finally making his way back to the stage with Andrew's phone.

Confessional

"Tch, I really hope those Dweebs end up leaving tonight. I know we've got the brats on time out for another nine minutes or so, so it's a toss up on who leaves, but Andrew got on my last nerve today!" Jamie Lynn crossed her arms and glared at the camera while Phoebe twiddled her fingers together. "Seriously, I had the chance to watch you fumble around, but he had to go on with his anime nonsense and ruin it for me."

"A-Andrew is a nice guy…" Phoebe mumbled, earning her a glare from Jamie Lynn. Unlike usual, though, she didn't look away or tremble in fear, she started glaring back at her.

"Oh, you better wipe that look off your face right now if you know what's good for you." Jamie Lynn's threat did the trick in wiping the glare away from Phoebe, but still, it was quite the stride for the blue-haired girl.

Confessional End

"Seven minutes left on the clock for us…and only three teams not in the chill zone." Becky frowned as she looked at the timer, which was still ticking down just as slow as it was before. "If I didn't yell at you in Beijing, we wouldn't be sitting here with this penalty."

"Mm, well, yeah…but I'd say it was worth it. We got to play the stage together at the one music festival that we practically worship!" Olive giggled, but before Becky could get a word in, she gasped and pointed out at the stage. "Mitsuki's goin' back up now! Oh, I wanna see how good she does! It's gonna be awesome, it's gonna be so awesome!"

"...Yeah, it is probably…gonna be pretty awesome." The sisters smiled and scooted together to watch from the sidelines as Mitsuki came into full view, right in the middle of the stage again. Just like last time, she felt like a deer in headlights.

"C-crap…everyone's looking at me again…what was I supposed to do? Oh…right…look at Honey and think about all those angry thoughts. She does make me pretty angry, that bimbo…" Mitsuki slowly glanced over at Honey, who was smiling and waving to her from backstage. "Yeah, there she is, being her usual bimbo self. Angry thoughts, Mitsu, angry thoughts! You could sing about how mad she makes you for hours on end, you'll be able to handle just a few minutes! Right…let's do it then!" She nodded and looked back at the crowd, closing her eyes and bringing her hand up to play that chord, just like last time, but actually going through with it.

"Sometimes, the truth is hard to digest. Pull up, we can make it work out, biceps. Need a spot to get this weight off my chest, cuff on the bed frame, other on my right wrist." To say that Honey was confused with the…less than angry words Mitsuki was singing was an understatement, but even her confusion couldn't match Mitsuki's own. She looked like she couldn't even believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth as she sang them. "I wish I could act like…I don't care at all…"

"T-that doesn't sound like she's mad at me at all…maybe she didn't take my advice? Yeah, that must be it," Honey blushed, still watching her partner on the stage, just trying to wrap her head around it.

"Off the rails, I don't know if I can slow down! Blizzard on the table and my nose is a snowplow. I would tell you how I feel, but I don't know how…keep my feelings in a box, I don't air 'em out. But I wish I could act like I don't care at all, two, three, four!" With the crowd cheering Mitsuki on, she gave up on questioning herself, and just let her mouth blab on and on, rocking back and forth while she jammed out on the guitar. "Top down speeding on the four-oh-five, one hand on the wheel, one on your thigh. Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde, if they put us in cuffs what's the alibi? Watching planes take off just to pass the time, closest thing to shooting stars in the Finland sky. But I ain't feeling like I should, I'm terrified, it's going good! I'm terrified, it's going good! I'm terrified, it's going good!"

"That was so…sappy," Becky cringed as she looked over at Olive, who was now drawing a crayon picture of Mitsuki and Honey holding hands and giving each other baby doll eyes. "Olive…"

"Hey, I just draw whatever the inspiration brings to me!" Olive giggled and, soon enough, Mitsuki and Honey were running together to meet them where they were timed out. "Oh, hey race moms! I drew a pretty picture of you two, wanna see it?"

"U-uh…s-sure, yeah, you can show us." Mitsuki mumbled as Olive held the picture up for them to see, and they both started blushing at it. "Olive, I think you would probably make a good fanfic writer with all your bizarre ideas."

"I-it is a pretty cute picture, though," Honey added, and Mitsuki inadvertently nodded in agreement. "M-maybe we should step on the chill zone, now? This leg's got me feeling really weird…"

"We could, but I don't wanna set foot in there until I know my babies are safe…we can wait for the other four minutes of their timer to be up." Mitsuki got that motherly tone back to her voice, and Honey's blush got way deeper. "H-Honey, don't look at me like that, it's confusing me!"

"I'm sorry, it's not on purpose! I-it's your fault!" Honey and Mitsuki started to bicker back and forth while Olive proudly smirked at her own drawing. At the same time, Richard, now entirely out of breath, made it back to where Andrew was waiting off stage, still holding the weeaboo's phone open on the app.

"F-finally! My legs feel like they're about to melt at any second! Andrew, got your phone for you, you wanna talk to Mitsuki-Chan now, right?" Richard held the phone out to Andrew, who shook his head at him.

"Talking to her will have to wait, my friend…things are coming so close to the end now, but I want to know that everything will be alright for you and Phoebe-San." Andrew got a fierce gaze in his eyes as he looked towards the stage, "If that means I have to wait to speak to my beloved, so be it…I want you to not have to worry about leaving yours tonight. Richard-San…we've got this." The weeaboo nodded at Richard, who just looked dumbfounded by this sudden sense of duty. He started taking his big strides out to the stage, noticing that Phoebe had crawled her way back to just near the chill zone, and was anxiously waiting for him and Richard. "Phoebe-San…" Andrew took a big breath and turned to face the crowd.

"FIIIIIIIINLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND! ARE! YOU! READY!?" The crowd already loved the man's enthusiasm, and were right there cheering at the get go. "THIS MAY BE MY FINAL EPISODE, EVEN THOUGH MOST ANIMES GET ALL THE WAY TO THIRTEEN AT LEAST! NATURALLY, I COULD ONLY HAVE AN ENDING SONG THAT FITS IT PERFECTLY! THANK YOU ALL FOR WATCHING THE MIRACULOUS LIFE OF AN D. REW!" Even with his sentiment being…odd, the crowd was still cheering him on, and the music finally started to play.

"You're way too beaaaaautiful girl, that's why it'll never work! You had me suicidal, suicidal when you said it's oooover!" With the guitar music now blaring, Andrew started headbanging like he had never headbanged before, his messy hair going wild and inspiring the crowd members to start flailing their heads about as well. "See, it started at the park, used to chill after dark, ohhh, when you took my heart, that's when we fell apart. Cause we both thought that looove would last forever! They say we're too young to get ourselves sprung, ohhh, we didn't care, we made it very clear. And they also said that we couldn't last together!

"Andrew-Chan…" Mitsuki-Chan sniffled from the phone that Richard was holding towards the stage, "I never thought I would ever see him doing anything for the sake of anyone else…"

"Yeah, well, the dude's pretty weird, but I'd say he's got a barely functioning heart hiding somewhere in that carb-loaded husk of his." Richard smirked and tapped his foot while Andrew was singing, "Sorry he didn't wanna talk to you right away, though. Guess he's got a new way of prioritizing things."

"I think…I like it better that he didn't come right to me." Mitsuki-Chan's digitized face turned red while she kept watching, and the camera panned back to show Andrew still rocking out.

"It was back in ninety-nine, watching movies all the time; when I went away for doing my first crime. And I never thought that we was gonna see each other!" Andrew held up a heart symbol to his chest and broke it in half, with the crowd mimicking his every move still. "And then it came out, 'mommy moved me down south.' Ohhh, I'm with my girl, who I thought was my world, but it came out to be…that she wasn't the girl for me! You see it's very divine, girl, you're one of a kind, but you mess up my mind, you want to get me crying! Ohhh lord…my baby's driving me craaaaazy!"

"Only thirty seconds left…I think we're gonna be in the clear!" Becky grinned, hearing a slight whimper behind her, but choosing to ignore it.

"O-oh, Andrew, you can do this…come on…" Phoebe crossed her fingers and pleaded while watching in hopes that a miracle would happen.

"And now we're fussin', now we're fightin', please tell me why I'm feelin' slightin', and I don't know…how to make it better. …You're dating other guys, you're telling me lies, oh I can't believe what I'm seeing with my eyes. I'm losing my mind, and I don't think it's clever!" Andrew raised his fist into the air with his katana in hand, each of the curtains on the stage slicing apart and falling while fireworks shot into the sky. "Cause you're way too beautiful girl! That's why it'll never work; you had me suicidal, suicidal when you said it's over! Damn all these beaaaaautiful girls, they only wanna do ya dirt! They'll have you suicidal, suicidal, suuuuicidal, suicidal!"

"Time's up!" With the crowd starting to cheer for the final performance, Becky and Olive crawled out of their time out and to the chill zone, with Mitsuki and Honey following right behind them. Duke nodded at the two teams just as Richard and Andrew started running over. The boys stopped before even getting to the chill zone, seeing Phoebe's disappointed look on her face.

"Oh, so sorry to say it, Dweebs, but you guys are no more! Hope the last hurrah was fun and all, but you gotta figure out a way to get your sweaty butts back home now!" Duke chuckled and walked away from the chill zone while Andrew turned to face Richard with a saddened expression.

"W-wait! You guys can't go yet…" Phoebe hurriedly scrambled over to the two boys, fumbling her fingers around before looking at Andrew and just suddenly hugging him. "Andrew…thank you…thank you for all your help."

"Phoebe-San…" Andrew was startled for a second, but patted the girl on the back before she finally let go of him.

"A-and Richard…I have…technically two things for you." Phoebe blushed and did her clumsy kissing routine again, basically just smacking her face against Richard's.

"Heh, well, second things gotta be something pretty awesome if that was the first." Richard chuckled as he watched Phoebe fumble around with something behind her back.

"I-I guess, technically, the second isn't actually from me." Phoebe pulled her hat out and put it on her head, shuddering a bit before Libby came out. "It's about goddamn time! You! I have been waiting too long for this, and I'm getting my fuckin' wait's worth! Get that pasty face over her so I can violate it!" Richard tried to say something, but wasn't given the chance, as Libby tugged him over and dipped him down, aggressively making out with him while Andrew watched with a blush on his face.

"Richard-San…I failed you…I did what I could to try and make sure that we wouldn't lose tonight, but I couldn't do it. I apologize…" Andrew's solemn voice wasn't ever pleasant to hear, and even less pleasant paired with the fact that he was leaving the show. The clip of him floating around in the waters of Hawaii while lamenting about his lost waifu was shown as he spoke.

"Nah, d-definitely didn't fail…I got everything I ever could've wanted out of this race and more. Besides, you really manned up today…in some weird way, I'm proud of you." Richard definitely sounded a lot more chipper than his partner was, and his voice resided over the clip of the two decimating the window washing challenge in Dubai.

"I'm at least glad to see that you and Phoebe-San got some farewell kisses in before we left…t-though it did look like she was kind of hurting you when she put the hat on." The next clip that was shown was of Richard and Phoebe first kissing back in Beijing.

"You know, it totally did hurt…which made it feel sooooo much better! I love me a girl that'll totally wreck me in bed!" Richard chuckled, and the clip of Andrew rocking out on the stage was shown.

"Andrew-Chan…" Mitsuki-Chan spoke up while the two were walking away from the amphitheater. "You were looking out for other people…instead of yourself."

"It would seem that's what happened…I forsook Richard-San's friendship before, but realizing that he was there for me through everything made me sure that I should be doing the same for him." Andrew nodded as he looked down at his phone screen.

"...Maybe…do you think…we could talk about us, later?" Andrew paused for a moment and nodded again, causing Mitsuki-Chan to smile and blush back at him.

"And it looks like it's a happy ending for both of us! Just can't wait til I get to see my blue-haired mamasita again!" Richard chuckled loudly while the screen faded to black.

22nd: The Rivalry Twins - Maya and Jeremy

21st: The Dual Artists - Zerine and Sua

20th: The Cool Guys - Evander and Kurt

19th: The Mystical Opposites - Flora and Helena

N/A: The Mouse - Cheese

18th: The Dynamic Gamers - Colin and Freddy

17th: The Sailor America Fans: Lukas and Sunny

16th: The Reality Show Rivals: Jacque and Angel

15th: The Wilderness Girls: Sophie and Bea

14th: The Dweebs: Andrew and Richard

Songs Used (In Order of Appearance):

Rats by Motionless in White (Lady Belle)

The Magic 8 by Set It Off (Arnold)

Sign of Life by Motionless in White (Becky and Olive)

Right Through Me by The Home Team (Xavier)

My Own Worst Enemy by Lit (James)

The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage by Panic! At the Disco (Karma)

Still Into You by Paramore (Sadie)

Gen Why? (DGAF) by The All-American Rejects (Virgil)

Coffee Talk by Broadside (Conroy)

I'm Already Gone by A Day to Remember (Lyle)

Just Like You by Falling In Reverse (Evan)

I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I'M DEAD by Hot Milk (Phoebe)

It's Going Good! by Sueco (Mitsuki)

Beautiful Girls by Bayside (Andrew)