Zeraora looked up at Diancie with an 'are you serious' look on his face. "Well, I guess you're not lying to me," he shrugged. Zeraora ran to the port at lightning speed, while Diancie simply teleported there. Litten arrived a few minutes later.

"You know, you didn't have to come," Zeraora told him.

"I wanted to," said Litten.

"Hey, I'm not judging," said Zeraora. "I just wanted to know."

A short while later, the first Lapras appeared, carrying a lilac-coloured, half-feline and half-vulpine Pokémon; an Espeon.

"Hello, Phoebus!" Diancie shouted.

"Hi," he said. His eyes moved around, scouting for any other people. "Am I the first person to arrive?" he asked.

"Yes. Litten is not a contestant," Zeraora replied. "He is the camp caller."

"Okay, thank you for telling me," said Phoebus. He got off the Lapras, then walked to the front of the port and sat on a bench.

A medium-sized black and red cat with yellow eyes stood on the next Lapras, which seemed to take a while to arrive at the port. Litten knew exactly who this was. "Oh no…" he said, his eyes widening.

"LITTEN?" screamed the Torracat.

"You know this guy?" Diancie asked, confused

"He's my older brother!"

"And I'm guessing this guy's called Torracat," murmured Zeraora.

"I didn't know you signed up for this. I thought you were too much of a scaredy-cat to even watch the show, let alone PARTICIPATE in it," said Torracat. "You didn't tell me about this, anyway."

"I'm not participating in it," Litten explained. "I'm the camp caller."

"The what now?"

"It's a new role," Zeraora told Torracat. "They make sure no one sabotage votes, while overviewing who people have decided to vote out."

"What?" Torracat questioned.

"You wouldn't understand," said Litten.

"Anyway," Diancie said, before Torracat could get to Litten. "The next Lapras should be arriving very soon."

A Minccino and a Wynaut were on the next Lapras, which appeared as soon as Diancie stopped talking. The Minccino was typing on a laptop she had brought and the Wynaut was simply sitting, staring at his dark green suitcase. "Hello there, Dallas!" Zeraora cried.

"Shut up," murmured the Wynaut, offending Zeraora.

"Jeez, what is wrong with him?" Zeraora groaned.

"We're not from the same region, but I think he has sudden outbursts of anger randomly," said the Minccino, closing her laptop. "He can't control this, though, as far as I know."

"So he's bipolar?" Diancie asked.

"I guess."

"You didn't introduce yourself," said Torracat.

"Oh! I'm Alice," she replied. Once she got off, she scowled at him.

"Okay, you two, go sit on the bench with Phoebus," said Diancie. Alice walked over to the bench, sat down and opened her laptop to continue typing. When Dallas sat down, Phoebus sighed loudly and moved to the edge of the bench, then got out his tarot cards. He picked one and gave it to Diancie.

She looked at him with a puzzled expression and muttered, "Why are you giving me this?"

Before Phoebus could give an answer, two more Lapras arrived at the port, each containing one Pokémon. The first to arrive contained a Beautifly. "This is Catrina," said Zeraora.

"Hello," Catrina said, her head buried in the manga she was reading.

"What's that you're reading?" asked Zeraora.

"Oh, it's just this," she replied, showing him the cover.

"Cool."

"And this, if I'm not mistaken, is Ishtar," said Diancie, pointing to a Kommo-o on the other Lapras.

"You are correct," replied the Kommo-o.

"You're a bounty hunter, right?" questioned Diancie.

"Yes."

"That's cool, too," said Zeraora.

A very happy and enthusiastic Infernape was the first to come off the following Lapras. "This is Jonesy," Zeraora explained, glancing at the Infernape. Jonesy climbed off of it and started dancing. Dallas was confused.

"Why are you doing that?" he asked.

"I like dancing," he explained.

"Well, it's a little annoying," said Dallas. "Could you stop?"

"Why?"

"I have explained. It's annoying," repeated Dallas.

"Well, I like it!" cried Jonesy.

"I DON'T CARE, I DON'T LIKE IT!" screamed Dallas.

Before the argument could get any worse, Diancie shouted, "Stop!". Everyone on the island fell silent. "Thank you," she said, as calmly as she could. The next contestant climbed off the Lapras a second later; this was a female Decidueye. Once she floated and had her feet on the port, she pulled out what appeared to be a green blade of sorts.

"Hark! For it is I, Marissa, who has arrived on land!" she announced, as she pushed in a pair of glasses she was wearing. "Thus, the Legend of Marissa has begun!" she stated, raising her blade up in the air.

"Is that a real sword?" asked Litten.

"Yes," she replied in a confident voice. Litten slightly backed away out of terror.

Not long afterwards, what appeared to be a female Minun hopped off the Lapras, with a grin on her face.

"And…" began Diancie.
"Mecca is here, and ready to raid some temples!" the Minun named Mecca announced out loud, like she was being presented at some sort of game show. "What kind of awesome, poisonous, and very much deadly death traps await this girl here? Well… You're just gonna have to stay tuned!"

Most of the contestants looked at her with a confused face. Dallas silently muttered, "She's hot…" and he started to drool.

"Dallas, what are you doing?" said Torracat, snapping the Wynaut out of his trance.

"N-nothing!" he replied. Torracat looked at him with suspicion before turning to wait for a new person.

The next Lapras arrived four minutes later. Only one Pokémon was sitting on the Lapras; a bored-looking Chespin. "You are…" began Zeraora.

"My name is Logan," replied the Chespin, finishing Zeraora's sentence.

"Thank you for interrupting me," Zeraora said, sarcastically.

"You're welcome," said Logan, more than likely being sarcastic as well. Zeraora sighed then told him to move on.

Another few Lapras came into view. One contained an Octillery and a Pawniard. "Hello there!" the Octillery exclaimed. "If you would like to know, I am called Orville. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Thank you. And this is?" said Diancie.

"I'm Remington," the Pawniard said, in a quick voice. "Nice to meet you!"

"Hi," greeted Torracat. "You look tough."

"Thanks… I guess," he replied, his voice becoming quieter.

The next Lapras arrived at the port. This one only contained one Pokémon—an Alolan Persian. "I'm Dennis," he said. "This looks hard."

"Don't worry," reassured Torracat. "If you're on my team you'll be protected by me." Litten chuckled a little at how unusual what he had said was.

Torracat glared at Litten and murmured, "Shut up."

On the fifth to last Lapras were a Gallade and a Gardevoir. The Gardevoir looked up and said, "This isn't exactly what I signed up for…"

"Come on, sis," the Gallade calmly replied. "At least it's better than before the reboot."

"Well, I guess that's true," the Gardevoir sighed.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you two!" Diancie said. "Shawn and Shawna, correct?"

"Yes."

"Good. Go sit over there," said Zeraora.

"Are you two twins?" Alice asked.

"Yep!" answered Shawn.

"Cool. You're very similar," she said.

Shawn raised an eyebrow and, very quietly, muttered, "You have NO idea what you're talking about. Also, if you say 'cool' one more time-"

The next Lapras arrived almost instantly after that, cutting off Shawn's sentence. It contained a Gorebyss, Spritzee, a Dustox and a Grumpig. "Gloria, Katie, Gregory, Devin," Zeraora said quickly.

"That's A LOT of people," stated Logan.

"They're all small, you know," explained Diancie. "Well, except Devin." The Grumpig gave Diancie a dirty look before climbing off the Lapras.

"Hullo! I made some perfume for you!" said Katie, giving Diancie a bottle of pink-coloured liquid. "I hope you like it."

"Thanks."

"Good afternoon, Gregory," Zeraora greeted the Dustox.

"Hello," he replied. "And this is…"

"Gloria is my name," said the Gorebyss. "I can't wait to find out what team I'm on."

A Scolipede, a Drilbur, a Haxorus and a Mienfoo were on the next Lapras. "Three Unova Pokémon on one Lapras, wow!" Diancie cried.

"Yes," said the Scolipede. "You have a problem with that?"

"No…" Diancie sighed. "Jeez."

"Doriann, I'm guessing," said Zeraora.

"Yes."

"This must be Clacie," said Diancie, walking over to the Drilbur.

"Could you refer to me as Cali from now on?" she asked, while looking at the gemstones that made up Diancie's body.

"Okay. Why are you looking at my body?" Diancie asked, confused and a little uncomfortable.

"I love gemstones…" replied Clacie.

"Xayah!" said Zeraora. "Nice to meet you."

"Hey. I've researched this place, and it doesn't seem that safe," she said.

"If you don't think it's safe, then why did you sign up?" questioned Zeraora.

"I want to get experience."

"Okay," said Diancie, not exactly knowing what she meant.

"Before you introduce me, my name is Jasmine," explained the Mienfoo.

"I was about to introduce you," said Zeraora. "But you've saved me the effort." Jasmine rolled her eyes and walked along the port.

Three Pokémon were riding on the second to last Lapras; a Starly, a Cyndaquil and a Breloom. "Hello," the Breloom greeted,

"Leaf! Nice to meet you!" cried Diancie. "And this is?"

"I-I'm Aero," said the Starly, lifting his head up from the book he was reading, which was titled 'All You Need To Know About Flying'. He seemed to flinch back upon noticing the number of eyes staring at him, as he nervously glanced away.
"Cool," said Litten (Shawn facepalmed after hearing this). "How long is that book by the way-"
"Just over five hundred and forty pages long," Aero replied almost instinctively, before realising how quickly he had said this. He then followed up with, "N-not like I knew that off the top of my head of course, that'd be ridiculous! No, I-I, um...W-why'd you want to know anyways?"
"Um...Just curious. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah."

The final Lapras contained four Pokémon. The first Pokémon to come off the Lapras was a Plusle. "Daisy! Nice meeting you!" exclaimed Zeraora, a little impressed about how excited the Plusle was.

"Hi!" she replied, smiling.

"Hunter!" he continued.

"Good day," greeted a Houndoom. "How are you?"

"Fine, thanks," he replied. "And you?"

"I'm good, too."

"Gwen…"

"Hi…" said a Lopunny in a bored voice.

"And Lykke."

"Hi! Will this be like the old series?" asked a Midnight Form Lycanroc. "Also, could you refer to me as Lyko from now on?"

"No, not exactly, and fine, we will," answered Diancie.

"Okay, good."

"That's everyone," said Diancie. "Now, as you may know, every couple of days we will have a challenge. The team who loses will have to vote someone off."

"I will read out who is safe," explained Litten. "If you are safe, you will receive a poffin."

"And if you don't receive a poffin, you will have to ride the Lapras of Losers and leave the island," Zeraora finished. "On the topic of teams, there are two teams. These are the Krazy Kartanas and the Pushy Poipoles."

"The following people are the Krazy Kartanas," said Diancie. "Mecca, Shawn, Dallas, Catrina, Gwen, Ishtar, Clacie, Remington, Gregory, Jasmine, Leaf, Katie, Jonesy, Lyko and Gloria."

"And the rest of you are the Pushy Poipoles," continued Zeraora. "Shawna, Torracat, Aero, Dennis, Devin, Xayah, Hunter, Logan, Phoebus, Orville, Marissa, Daisy, Doriann, Evan and Alice."

"Oh, of course," Alice sighed in an annoyed tone. "I get put on a team with bad people."

"I'm n-not bad, right?" sobbed Aero.

"You aren't bad, but most of the others are," she reassured.

"Thanks."

"Now we've got that out of the way, I'll explain more," Diancie exclaimed.

"This is the confessional," said Zeraora, pointing to a toilet.

"I thought this was better than before," Lykke said, unimpressed and severely disappointed.

"You haven't seen inside, though," he replied, opening the door. Everyone gasped at the sight of clean toilets, quality toilet paper and tiled walls.

"Never mind, it is."

"Anyone want to confess something?" asked Zeraora.

"O-okay..." said Aero, a little scared that he would be judged for being the first person to confess.

"I-I don't really like this," mumbled Aero. "I-it's not exactly what I signed up for."

"Now to the cabins. The Kartanas sleep in the east cabin, and the Poipoles in the west cabin," stated Diancie. "These are co-ed." Some people looked at Diancie in disgust, while others pretended to throw up. "But don't worry, you have separate dressing and changing rooms!" she followed up, slightly embarrassed. "Anyway, you have 30 minutes to unpack, then meet us at the pool for your first challenge."

"We have a pool?" said Ishtar. "Cool."

At the Kartanas' cabin, the contestants discussed where they wanted to sleep. "I wanna sleep here," said Clacie, glancing at a top bunk, which had a window with a view of a small cave.

"I don't really care where I sleep," said Catrina.

"Would you mind sleeping at the back, then?" asked Jasmine.

"No."
"I don't mind either," explained Gregory.

"You can sleep above her, then," said Jasmine, as Catrina unpacked her suitcase, which contained many things, including a number of issues of a manga and a tablet.

"Hullo," said Catrina. For the next five minutes, the team decided where they wanted to sleep. Most simply claimed a bed, while one didn't like where they were placed.

"I'm not sleeping with those bugs!" Gloria shouted, after she found out she was going to sleep in the bunk beside Catrina and Gregory. "I'm too important!"

"No one cares!" said Ishtar. "That's the only place left, and no one else moaned!"

"I'll swap with you," said Remington, who had a bunk below Gwen.

Gloria looked at Remington in disgust. "Well, I guess it's a bit better," she groaned.

The Pushy Poipoles' cabin was worse. Only Aero, Shawna, Alice, Evan and Hunter had decided where they would sleep. "I need to sleep near the entrance, as I will awake first, at dawn," said Marissa.

"What?" said Orville, who was busy arguing with Phoebus for the top bunk at the back.

"Basically, she wants to sleep at the front because she'll quote-on-quote 'wake up first.'" Dennis explained.

"That doesn't mean you can sleep there!" cried Logan. "That doesn't make any sense, anyway!"

"Says the person that—" started Marissa.

"No, you!" said Logan.

"Huh?"

"Do you not even know modern phrases?"

"Wha—"

"SHUT UP!" yelled Aero, in an unusually clear voice. The argument ceased and everyone looked at the Starly. Immediately, Aero realised what he had done. He stammered and tried to talk, but he couldn't get any words out of his beak.

"What did you say?" asked Daisy. Her positive attitude had disappeared and her voice was unusually deep.

"Leave him alone!" cried Alice.

"Why should we?" said Torracat.

"Because if you touch him…" she replied, thinking of an answer. "I'll tell Litten."

"Really, is that your reply?" he asked.

"Yes," Alice answered confidently. "I know Litten is your brother. If you do anything to Aero, we will tell Litten, who will inform the hosts. So leave him alone."

"Yeah," said Aero, who had got his voice back.

"Fine, we'll leave you alone," Torracat replied. Babies, he thought to himself.

About thirty seconds later, Litten arrived at the cabins. "Five minutes, guys. If you don't sort out everything you'll be given a disadvantage at the challenge," he said.

When the time came, almost everyone was at the pool. "Where's Jonesy?" asked Diancie, looking around.

"I'm not swimming! I'm a Fire type!" screamed Jonesy, who was fighting to escape, but was being pushed by a few of his teammates.

"Well, because you can't do it, you've lost a point for your team," said Zeraora. Almost all of the Kartanas groaned and Jonesy sat down and started to sulk.

"Dang."

"Anyway, the way this challenge works is that you will have to complete a 50m swim. That's one length of the pool, if you didn't know," Diancie explained. "The team with the most points after fifteen minutes wins."

"One point is given whenever someone finishes," finished Zeraora. "However, if a stroke is not finished when the time is up the point will not be given,"

"Okay, three… two… one… GO!"

A starting gun shot a blank into the air and the first people jumped into the pool. These were Gregory for the Kartanas and Logan for the Poipoles. "You're not gonna win, bug," said Logan. To his surprise, the Dustox was quite fast, while he was actually slow. Gregory had already got out of the pool and the next contestant had started by the time Logan was halfway.

Once Logan finished his stroke, the next contestant jumped into the water; Phoebus. The Espeon was able to perfectly execute the backstroke, and he finished his part within thirty-five seconds. Clacie, who had been chosen by the Kartanas, looked at him in amazement and almost headbutted into the wall. "Focus!" shouted Gwen.

"Okay!"

Next, the Kartanas sent Gloria. Despite being Water type (and one whose species are known for their swimming ability), the Gorebyss didn't seem to be doing very well. "What's taking you so long?" said Lyko.

"I don't know!" replied Gloria. "I'm trying!"

"Well, TRY HARDER then!" said Gwen.

About seven minutes into the challenge, the Kartanas had 12 points, and the Poipoles had 10. "If we want to win, everyone has to participate," said Torracat, glancing at a scoreboard on the poolside. "Well, as many people as we can."

"You're actually talking SENSE for once," laughed Litten, who had come over to see how things were going.

"Anyway, Aero hasn't swam yet!" cried Orville once Litten had walked away.

"My Arceus, I hate him sometimes," muttered Torracat, not paying attention to what Orville was saying.
"I-I'm not very good at swimming," stuttered Aero, with an embarrassed tone of voice. After noticing the dirty looks he was receiving, though, he stammered out, "B-But of course, I'm more than willing t-to try!"

"Good!" said Xayah. "You can go next."

Aero reluctantly put down his book and jumped into the pool. Leaf was swimming for the Krazy Kartanas. Her team believed he would easily beat the Starly, as Leaf was part Grass type. However, Leaf had a secret—she adored fire and magma. It seemed that she had taken the Fire type's weaknesses, too, as she performed very badly. Aero somehow triumphed over Leaf, despite the fact that he took almost three minutes to get to the other side. "D-do NOT tell me to do something like that again," he stuttered once he got out (mainly because he was cold), wrapping himself up in his towel and continuing his book.

"I'll go next," said Alice. "I'll make Aero feel better."

"Thanks."

The nimbleness of Alice allowed her to swim quite fast. However, Mecca was swimming for the Kartanas. She put her energy to the test and swam almost as fast as Phoebus, who was still getting praise from the Poipoles despite the time since his turn. Once Alice had finished, the next contestant (Shawna) jumped in. She was debating with the hosts to try and get them to allow her to use her psychic powers. Eventually she just gave up and got in.

When the challenge finished, the Krazy Kartanas had racked up a total of 27 points, and the Pushy Poipoles had 26. "WE WON!" exclaimed the Kartanas. Jonesy was still sulking despite them 'winning'.

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but due to the fact that Jonesy did not participate, we'll have to take a point off, as we said before,"

"Thanks a lot, monkey," moaned Gloria.

"Oh, stop it."

"So, the challenge is tied. What are we going to do?" Zeraora queried.

"One last race, I guess," Diancie suggested.

"Good idea," said Litten.

"Okay. Whoever finishes first wins their team immunity."

The teams took a minute to decide the people they'd send off. Both teams couldn't agree. The only words anyone said included, "Me!", "No, me!" and "Not them!". Eventually, it was decided. The Kartanas sent Lyko and Alice was chosen by the Poipoles. That was subject to debate, though—people didn't exactly agree with that decision, and Phoebus was almost chosen. Phoebus simply said, "I've already done it, and I'm not doing it again.", though.

"On your marks… set… go!" shouted Zeraora, shooting the starting gun. The two jumped into the pool and swam as fast as they could. An array of different words were shouted—many of the Pushy Poipoles somehow managed to make their speech both positive and negative at the same time.

Overall, the race was very tense. Both of the two were very strong swimmers. It was incredibly close, too. No one knew who won, in fact. "Litten, could you show them who won?" asked Zeraora, once both had climbed out of the water.

"Sure," said Litten, showing the contestants a photo finish on the scoreboard screen. Alice had touched the edge while Lykke, who was swimming for the Kartanas, was still half a centimetre away.

"Yes!" cried the majority of the Pushy Poipoles (Aero was still salty about swimming against his will, so did not want to join in).

"I'm going to hate myself for saying this, but you did pretty good," sighed Torracat.

"True," the rest agreed.

"Okay, that settles it. Litten will see the Kartanas tonight at the campfire ceremony," said Diancie.

Remington sighed and said, "Great, because of that dancing monkey we lost."

A few hours later, Zeraora called everyone to the food hall for dinner. The smell of pool water mixed with sweat lingered around the room, while the faint but noticeable roar of a number of hairdryers could be heard from a kilometre away. At the Pushy Poipoles' dinner table, Daisy was filing her nails, Aero was reading the last few chapters of his book and Alice was eating. "It's a good thing that the Kartanas lost a point, otherwise we would've had to vote someone off," said Shawna.

"A-Alice, you did r-really well," Aero blushed. "Lyko seems p-pretty strong but you swam the best you could to win the r-race."

"That's true," agreed Torracat. "But if you had sent me I would have finished it way before her."

"Stop bragging," said Logan. "I would have finished it way before him too."

"Hypocrite," whispered Alice.

"I heard that!"

At the Krazy Kartanas' dinner table, the members were discussing who to vote off. "I think Jasmine should go," said Gwen. "She didn't swim very much."

"Well, neither did you," said Gregory.

"At least I swam more than her," Gwen bragged. "I swam more than most of you."

"What about Jonesy? He didn't swim at all," suggested Catrina.

"Hey! I have better talents, you know," he cried, starting to dance.

Ishtar muttered, "Sit down." and Jonesy did as he was told.

At dusk, the Kartanas assembled at the campfire. "Hello, and welcome to the first campfire ceremony of this season," said Litten.

"And the last for you," Dallas muttered to Jonesy.

"This plate contains fourteen poffins. This means that one person will not receive one," explained Litten. "The person that does not receive a poffin will be going home on the Lapras of Unlucky People Who Mostly Don't Deserve It. You have all cast your votes. When I call your name, come up and collect a poffin."

"It's called the Lapras of Losers, idiot," Jonesy muttered under his breath.

"Shawn…"

"Woo! First one!" exclaimed Shawn.

"Gwen…"

"Okay," said Gwen.

"Ishtar…"

"Good, I survive for another day," cried Ishtar.

"Gloria…"

"Thanks…" said Gloria. "I guess."

"Dallas…"

"Thanks!" cried Dallas.

"Wait, I thought you were always angry," said Shawn.

"I think he's bipolar," said Gloria. "I'm not sure."

"Leaf…"

"Oh boy!" Leaf shouted.

"Clacie…"

"Nice," Clacie exclaimed.

"Remington…"

Remington replied with a simple "Cool."

"Catrina…"

"Yes!" said Catrina.

"Gregory…"

"Oh, yay!" cried Gregory, quickly.

"Katie…"

"Thank you!" Katie complimented.

"Jasmine…"

"Thanks," she said, in a monotone voice.

"And Mecca."

"Oh, yay!" cried Mecca.

"All of you are safe," said Litten. The aforementioned contestants came up to collect a poffin.

"Anyway, we have one final poffin. Whoever receives this is safe," he explained. "Lyko, you lost the challenge for your team. Jonesy, you refused to take part and your team lost a point," explained Litten. "Lyko, Jonesy, one of you is leaving, and that is…"

Everyone at the campfire was watching and waiting. It seemed to take a long time for Litten to reveal the answer, though this was deliberate. After forty-five seconds of suspenseful waiting, Litten finally revealed the answer. "Jonesy."

"What? Why?"

"I explained before. Also, you've done nothing but dance all day," said Litten. As Jonesy got up, Litten told him, "The Dock of Shame is that way."

"Damn, I was the first one to be eliminated," sighed Jonesy.

"I was very lucky, but I don't think people like me," said Lykke.

As Jonesy boarded the Lapras of Losers, some of the Krazy Kartanas came to see him go. A few of them waved, while one—Shawn, danced, infuriating Jonesy. He opened his mouth to shout, but before he was able to, the Lapras sped away from the island.

If you want to know why I updated this chapter, it's because some people told me I should extend the chapter and add some more dialogue, especially from people that didn't talk in the original version. Thanks to Fuzzboy for helping me with a lot of Aero's dialogue.