Okay! Time for the second part of the challenge!

So, THERE IS A POLL FOR THIS STORY ON MY PROFILE! There is going to be aftermaths in this show, after each five eliminated contestants! Now, since there would be like 40 people in the peanut gallery, that's just too many! So the poll is: Which 10 Total Drama members do you want to see on the Peanut Gallery?The poll will be active until the first aftermath is going to be written. If there is a tie for 10th, I'll just include all of those in the tie. I don't mind having 12-15 people in the Peanut Gallery, but let's go for 10. So vote away to see who you want on the Gallery, and I'll make it work! Just know that Tyler, Lindsay, Alejandro and Heather won't be options because they're going to be hosts/prominent Aftermath characters.

Now, with that being said, let's get on to the first challenge…and elimination!

The camera opened to the last scene of the previous episode. All eighteen campers looked expectantly at Chris.

"I knew that would get your attention," the host said smugly. "Now, let me explain your first challenge." He walked further into the Mess Hall and stood in front of the three tables. "Hidden on the island are twenty purple, gold, and orange Chris Heads!" He held up a 8x12 picture that showed the three heads sitting on a shelf. "Each team is responsible for collecting as many of these heads as you can before sundown!"

"Ooh, a scavenger hunt! Yay!" Izzy cheered, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Easy-peasy," Shawn said confidently, "I'm a pro at finding hidden stuff."

A TV magically dropped down from the ceiling and went from static to picture. It showed a top down view of the island. "Alright, so here's how it works, you cannot tamper with any of the opponent's heads. If you locate an enemy team's head, you must leave it where it is, or face a penalty!"

"Aww, that's not fun," Scott whined.

"Tough tooties," Chris told him, "now, you must split into teams of two within your team to search for the heads, is everyone clear?"

Everyone nodded or made noises of agreement.

"Ok great," Chris said, before letting out a little chuckle, "oh, did I forget to mention that Chef will be hunting you guys down with a paintball gun?"

"Oh come on," Bridgette cried, "seriously?"

"You guys didn't think I would make it that easy on you, do you?" Chris asked her. Behind him, Chef came out from the kitchen dressed in full military garb and hoisting a dangerous looking paintball gun over his shoulder.

"Don't we get any way to defend ourselves?" Brick asked nervously, eyeing the massive paintball gun with trepidation.

"Yes you do, actually!" Chris said, and the campers were show looking relieved. He held up a slingshot. "Each camper gets a slingshot and five paintballs. If Chef ambushes you, you can make him go away by hitting him with a paintball. Careful though, the paintballs don't burst easily when shot out of a slingshot. If you manage to splatter Chef, he'll go hunt for someone else, and you have a solid 10-15 minutes of safe searching ahead of you before he can circle back and try to take you out again."

The campers all looked worried as slingshots were tossed to them from off-screen.

"This brings back some bad memories," Duncan said nervously, remembering his time in Africa during World Tour.

"Aw don't worry Duncan," Owen said, walking up to him, "Al and Heather aren't here to gang up on you, hurt you, betray you, vote you out, crush your dreams, and send you hurtling out of the Jumbo Jet away from the million bucks."

Duncan rolled his eyes, "Gee, thanks."

Owen shot him a thumbs up, but quickly turned his attention to Sky when she raised her hand and asked, "so, Chris, what happens if we get shot?"

"You're out of the challenge," Chris told her, "and you forfeit all Chris heads in your possession."

"Wow, that's a harsh penalty," Rodney said nervously.

"You'd think so," Chris agreed, "but the Mess Hall here is home base." He pointed to the far end of the hall, where there were three large, wicker baskets. Each basket was the color of one of the team's logos. "You can deposit any Chris head you find in these baskets, and they will be automatically safe."

"Can we shoot each other?"Jo asked.

"I'm glad you asked that, Jo! Yes, you can hit each other with paintballs, though I can't say it's recommended with your limited ammo and Chef hunting you down…if you do manage to tag someone from an opposing team, they are still in the game, but they forfeit all the heads they have on their possession."

Duncan grinned, "now that is interesting."

"I know!" Chris agreed, "now, split yourselves up into groups of two. You'll get an hour to look for heads uninterrupted before Chef comes hunting for you. The team in last place will have to boot someone."

(Confessional: Anne Maria.)

Anne Maria slaps her hands together with a confident smile. "Alright, everyone on my team is a weirdo, so they obviously need someone awesome like me to band them together and lead. I'm telling y'all, this is gonna be my season. I'll bring this team to victory!"

(End Confessional: Anne Maria.)

"Alright," Jasmine said as Team Oddball huddled, "Shawn and I will take the north side, and—"

"Ey, wait a minute," Anne Maria cut in, "why do you two go together?"

Shawn and Jasmine exchanged a look, "uh…why wouldn't we?" Shawn asked her, "We're probably the two best suited to this challenge, no offense…"

"Exactly!" Anne Maria said, "you two will be plenty good on your own, so you should each take someone else."

Jasmine held her chin thoughtfully, "that's…actually not a bad idea, Anne Maria. Ok, we can do that."

"Great!" Anne Maria smiled, "Shawn, you take Tubs over there," she pointed to Owen, who smiled and waved, "Jasmine, take Brick, and I'll take Blondie." She looked expectantly at her team, "any problems?"

The others looked at each other, a little surprised by Anne Maria's take-charge attitude. "I don't have any issues," Bridgette shrugged.

"Fine by me," Owen agreed, walking up to Shawn, "let's rock this, dude!"

"Yeah, cool," Shawn shrugged, exchanging a fist bump with the fatty.

"Alright," Anne Maria said, "let's kick this challenge in the butt, yea!"

"Okay," Jo said haughtily as Team Nuclear huddled up, "I know none of us exactly get along…"

"Um, actually, I don't really have any problems with anyone," Sammy said timidly.

Jo shot her a look, "good for you, Wonder Twin, now shut up and let me continue, eh?"

Sammy flushed and looked down at the ground, biting her lip.

"Now, as I was saying…the way I see it, all the strong players should take a weakling," Jo said, "so I'll take Mr. Beatbox, Scott, take Sammy," her grin turned slightly crooked as she looked at the two remaining members, "Gwen, Duncan, you guys won't have any trouble working together, would you?"

"Um, actually, I'd rather not," Gwen said bluntly.

"I don't have problems with that," Duncan said at the exact same time.

"Duncan!" Jo continued, her crooked grin growing, "thanks for being a team player! Gwen, you sure you can't do it?"

"Yeah," Scott chimed in, a devious smirk on his face, "it'd be such a shame if your drama with others got in the way of the team. If everyone else can put it aside, can't you?"

Gwen looked like she had swallowed a lemon, but she knew she had been backed into a corner. "Fine." She spat, "whatever. I'll deal."

"Excellent!" Jo clapped her hands, "let's kick some ass, people!"

(Confessional: Gwen.)

"Ugh! Scott and Jo are such jerks!" Gwen snarls, arms crossed as she leans against the wall of the Confessional, "I couldn't object without painting a target on my back, and they know that. Manipulative little…grrr!"

(End Confessional: Gwen.)

(Confessional: Scott.)

"The way I see it, being on the same team as so many of the people in All-Stars means I've already got a major target on my back," Scott drawls, "so if I can do anything to shift that target, you bet your bottom penny I'm gonna do it. Gwen and Duncan are both strong, tough players, but their past drama will come back to haunt them. Jo looks like she's trying to put that into the spotlight, probably because she knows she's not well liked." He smirks, "not a bad plan, Jo. Not bad at all..."

(End Confessional: Scott.)

"Sha-alright team, how we gonna win this?" Lightning asked excitedly.

"I think I should go with Lightning," Noah said quickly, "his brawn and my brains and our lack of the opposite should make a solid combo."

"Aww, I wanted to go with you, Noah!" Izzy pouted, "y'know, re-unite part of Team E-scope like the good ol' days!"

"And uh, I was kind of hoping to go with Lightning," Sky offered. "Our combined skills should make it pretty impossible for Chef to catch us."

Noah didn't look too stoked about this, but relented, "alright, that's fine...I guess."

"Yay!" Izzy cheered, "Team E-Scope is gonna mess Chef up!"

"Alright, I guess that leaves you and me," Zoey said to Rodney, a little awkward.

"Cool, eh," Rodney told her, not looking at her. "Let's kick some butt!"

"Alright, you guys ready?" Chris asked them, "by the way, to save you guys a little bit of trouble, there are no Chris heads in the Tucke Shoppe, Mess Hall or the Rec Center, so don't bother looking in those places. Any final questions?"

No one had any, so Chris pulled out a stop watch and gave it a click. "Your hour head start begins! Go, go, go!"

All eighteen campers ran out of the Mess Hall, splitting into their groups of two.

"Alright, so where should we search first?" Noah asked Izzy as the two walked through the woods. "The boathouse? The cliff?"

"Pssh," Izzy made a face and waved her hand dismissively, "we aren't going to be looking for any Chris heads, silly!"

Noah raised an eyebrow at her, "we're not?"

"No! We're hunting Chef!" Izzy grinned manically and grabbed a pinecone. She stretched her slingshot out and plopped the pinecone in, aiming it around at random.

"Heyheyhey, watch it!" Noah winced as the pinecone was momentarily pointed towards him. "Why would we hunt Chef anyways?"

"Because we can protect our team that way!" Izzy told him, "if we stealthily track Chef, we can ambush him if he hunts our team, or help him if he hunts an enemy!"

"Hmm," Noah pondered the idea, ducking under a tree branch as they walked, "that's fine, I guess…but what about the hour we have free?"

"That, my square-headed friend, is when we prepare ourselves," Izzy said, pointy-toothed grin in full show.

Noah looked at the camera and sighed.

Shawn and Owen were walking through the woods, having yet to find any of their purple Chris heads.

"You and Jasmine were my total faves on Pah-tekky-too Island," Owen said happily as they walked.

"Er, Pahkitew," Shawn corrected, but Owen didn't seem to hear.

"I mean, you guys are total survivalist experts!" The fat boy continued, "y'know, I consider myself something of an expert in nature too!"

"Really?" Shawn asked, surprised and a little skeptical.

"Yeah!" Owen nodded eagerly, "I mean, not to the extent of you guys, but on Total Drama Island I was pretty much considered the best outdoorsman. I can fish, I'm a good naturalist and can talk to animals, oh and I'm a wicked hunter too!"

"Huh, no kiddin'," Shawn said, smiling, "well if you ever want some tips, I'm always down to educate those on how to survive the apocalypse."

Owen pumped his fist, "heck yeah! That would be swe-heet!"

"Alright, we can start lessons later, for now though, we gotta be on guard," Shawn told him, "you never know when the undead are lurking. I'd suggest going through the trees, but uh…" he trailed off, side-eyeing Owen, "I dunno how well you'd fare up there."

"Oh I can climb trees no problem," Owen assured him, "but how are we gonna find Chris heads if we're up in the trees?"

"Huh, good point," Shawn conceded. The scruffy boy looked up at the sun, "if my estimations are correct, we have about fifteen minutes before Chef comes hunting for us."

Owen readied his slingshot, "good luck getting through us!"

Shawn chuckled slightly at this, and the two continued walking.

(Confessional: Shawn.)

"Owen's a good guy," Shawn said, "I'm not sure if I believe him when he says he's all in tune with nature, though…those kinds of skills take years to cultivate. But hey, if he wants to learn, I'll teach him! Besides, it's always good to have someone slower than you around in case of a zombie attack." He pauses and looks around, "I know it sounds harsh, but it's true!"

(End Confessional: Shawn.)

"So…um, Scott," Sammy said awkwardly as the two walked through the camp, "uh…how's…things?"

Scott rolled his eyes, "things are fine. They'll be better once we find these stupid Chris heads and win the challenge."

"Oh, so we're gonna look for the heads?" Sammy asked, sounding a little relieved, "Good, because I don't really want to throw the challenge. That's probably not how to do it and—"

"I'm not throwing the challenge!" Scott said sharply, pointing a finger in the twins' face, "I didn't do that at all in All-Stars and I don't plan on doing it here!"

Sammy held her hands up, "O-oh…sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I just meant that—"

"Just zip it," Scott told her rudely, "I don't have any interest in chit-chatting with you. Let's just find these stupid Chris heads so we don't lose."

Sammy hung her head. "Okay…sorry."

The two continued to walk on in silence.

Beep beep.

"Looks like our hour's up," Brick said, looking at his watch. Currently he and Jasmine were browsing the beaches of the island.

"Alrighty, at least we found one head uninterrupted," Jasmine said, holding up the head for emphasis. She looked around, as if suddenly worried Chef would teleport out of nowhere, "so, what do you think our next move should be?"

Brick tapped his chin as they walked, "it might be a good idea to get this head back to the Mess Hall. The one we found was tough to find, and who knows how many heads people might actually get," he explained, "Might be good to get one in the bank as soon as possible."

"I agree," Jasmine said, "let's head back to the camp!" The two turned around and began to jog back to the camp. "So, what made you get into the army?"

"My entire mother's side of the family has army history," Brick told her as they ran, "I grew up around it, and I want to make my family proud."

"That's cool," Jasmine offered.

"It's alright," Brick shrugged, "the older I get, the less into the military I find myself. I still want to do some military service, though I'll probably drop out after the minimum amount of years to pursue other interests."

"Good on ya, mate. Too many people feel obligated to follow on family traditions," Jasmine said wisely. Hoping to keep up friendly conversation with her new teammate, she asked, "so what're these other interests you have?"

"Fashion, mostly," Brick said unabashedly, "I've always had a dream to design my own clothes. I'm sure you can imagine how that went down in my environment."

Jasmine couldn't hold back a little snort, "I can definitely imagine," she said, slowing down when the Mess Hall came into view, "alright, give me the head and I'll go drop this baby in the basket. Keep an eye out for Chef."

Brick tossed her the head and saluted.

Jasmine peeked her head into the Mess Hall and looked around. Empty. She quickly made her way over to her basket and dropped the head in. She was about to turn around when she heard a small scuffle outside, followed by a quick yelp. She turned her head towards the door, straining to hear anything else, but it was silent.

"Brick?" She called curiously, readying her slingshot and aiming it at the door. A shadow crossed it, and Jasmine tensed. The shadow got closer and closer to the door, when the person suddenly burst through the door. It was Chef, paintball gun at the ready!

Splat.

Jasmine's paintball hit him square in the chest before he could get a shot off, and the cook looked down at his pink-stained military vest in surprise. "You're quick, girlie," he said, a little impressed.

Jasmine smirked and tipped her hat back, "why thank you! Now, if you'll excuse me…" she slid around Chef, who let her go, and back out of the Mess Hall. A dazed, paint splattered Brick was outside.

"A fallen soldier," Jasmine joked, though Brick didn't seem to find it very humorous. Leaving the eliminated camper behind, she ran off towards the woods, where she could find solitude in the trees without having to worry about her partner.

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

Jasmine sits criss-cross applesauce in the Confessional. "Don't get me wrong, Brick seems like a decent guy," she says, "but I was kinda relieved when he got eliminated from the challenge. Anyone that can't keep up with me is just slowing me down, which is why I wanted to do this challenge with Shawn." She shrugs her shoulders, "oh well, I do fine enough on my own anyways." An idea suddenly strikes her, and she peers underneath the toilet. She gasps, and lifts a purple Chris head out from underneath. "Sneaky Chris," she smirks, "there's one for the other teams down there too. Hopefully they don't find them…"

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

"So, I gotta ask," Jo said as she and Beardo searched through the outdoor stage where the talent show had been held years prior, "what kinda name is Beardo?"

Beardo poked his head out from under the stage, dust and cobwebs stuck in his large afro. "It's not my real name," he explained, climbing back up on top of the stage and beginning to pick the cobwebs out of his hair, "it's just my DJ name."

"DJ, huh?" Jo lifted up one of the benches with only one arm and grinned when she saw an orange Chris head, "yes! Here, catch." She tossed the head to Beardo, who fumbled it a bit but ultimately caught it. "What, like you play music at parties and stuff?"

"Pretty much," Beardo said, examining the head and then stuffing it in his back pocket, "it lets me be active in social stuff without needing to talk to people."

"That's actually pretty smart," Jo told him, hopping up onto the rigging above the auditorium and beginning to search.

Beardo shrugged, "it's alright, I guess. Never really taught me to face my fears, which was a problem in my first season."

"That's all in the past," Jo told him, "just gotta move forwards. My past experiences on this show haven't been great either, but here I am." She plucked another orange head from the lighting and tossed it down to Beardo. "Catch!"

Beardo was a little too slow and caught the head with his own head, and he hit the dust with a groan.

"Whoops, my bad," Jo smirked, looking down towards the ground, "now how the hell do I get down from here?" She was suddenly splatted in the back by paint, and cried out in pain. "Ow! Beardo, run!"

Beardo gasped and got to his feet, running off screen. Unfortunately, he left behind the head that had been thrown at him by Jo, though he still had the other tucked in his pocket. "No, you forgot the head!" Jo called after him, but it was too late.

Chef appeared from the bushes and walked over to the fallen head. "This baby is mine," he grinned, picking up the orange head and crushing it into wood chips with his massive paw.

"Dammit!" Jo complained, still stuck up in the rafters.

(Confessional: Jo.)

"Beardo seems like he'd be a pretty good alliance member," Jo tells the camera, a thoughtful expression on her face, "he's mellow and doesn't seem to be a complete idiot, though he is a little clumsy." She sighs, "I can't believe he forgot one of the heads. Hopefully he'll run straight back to the Mess Hall and deposit the head."

(End Confessional: Jo.)

"Alrighty, Blondie, I gotta proposition for you," Anne Maria said, her tone very business-like as she say on a tree stump and crossed her legs.

Bridgette was sat on a log next to her, looking a little awkward. "Uh, okay…? But, shouldn't we be looking for the Chris heads or something?"

"Pfffft," Anne Maria waved a dismissive hand, "this is more important than that, trust me." She crossed her arms and looked at the surfer, "we need to form an alliance."

Bridgette looked a little startled, "an alliance? Isn't it a little early for that?"

"No way," Anne Maria said, "last season I didn't do none of the strategy stuff, and I still did ok! If I hadn't quit, who knows how far I coulda gone! Now, if I get all strategical early on, I can dominate the game! And I want you with me all the way."

Bridgette looked a little uncomfortable, "Um, I guess that would be okay," she told her, "I mean, we'd have to—"

Snap.

Bridgette and Anne Maria whipped around, the latter drawing up her slingshot.

"Too late, girlies!" Chef cackled, opening fire on the two sitting girls. They yelped and squealed, and Bridgette hit the ground, splattered.

Anne Maria quickly did a half turn, and the paintballs ricocheted off her pouffe and back at Chef. "Great gumdrops!" Was all the cook could get out before he was annihilated by his own ammo. He hit the ground with a yelp, and Anne Maria hit him with a paintball of her own just to make sure.

"That hair…ain't natural," Chef wheezed as Anne Maria walked by his prone form.

"Sorry doll, but I gotta challenge to win," Anne Maria smirked, going back over to Bridgette. "Listen, Blondie, I gotta run, but good talk. You and me will own this game!"

"Huh…wha?" A dazed Bridgette asked, but it was too late. Anne Maria had already run off.

Duncan and Gwen were walking through the woods. Things had been completely silent for the past hour, as Duncan was working up the nerve to talk to his ex-girlfriend that wanted nothing to do with him. Luckily for them, they had been successful in finding two Chris heads.

The camera cut to front facing of Gwen as she walked, a familiar expression of disgruntlement etched into her face. Duncan popped his head out from behind her as they continued walking, a slightly hopeful look on his face.

"So, uh…you think we should head back to camp and put these heads back?" The punk offered, holding up the two orange heads.

"Whatever, you can go back if you want to." Gwen snapped, "actually, that sounds like a great idea! I'll keep searching, and you can go away."

Duncan winced, "Gwen, look…"

The goth whipped around and turned to face Duncan, hands on her hips, "no, you look here Duncan, I…" She was shushed by Duncan, who was now annoyed.

"No, I go first," Duncan said sternly, "I was the idiot back in All-Stars. I was an immature kid that was pissed Courtney was only mad at you for the whole World Tour fiasco. I wanted the attention too."

"Oh, so is that all I was?" Gwen scoffed, her glare intensifying, "just a way to get attention from your precious Courtney?"

"No way," Duncan said quickly, "like I said, I was an idiot. But…"

"But what?" Gwen sneered, "did you think you'd come back here, apologize and all would be forgiven? That we'd hook back up?!"

"Well, yeah?" Duncan said uncertainly, but when Gwen snarled at him he quickly backtracked. He had never seen the goth so angry, especially towards him. "Look, ok, not like that exactly. These past few years have let me do some thinking and…well if you'd give me another chance, I want to show you what you mean to me…if you want…or whatever," the punk was definitely awkward, stuck between trying to look cool and pleading. His arms were crossed and he wasn't really looking at the goth, and the toes of one of his feet were digging into the dirt.

"Not. Interested." Gwen spat. The hurt look on Duncan's face was satisfying for a second, but Gwen had never been a sadistic person. She sighed, "okay, that was a little more venomous than I intended. Look, Duncan, that stuff is in the past, whatever. But I'm not going to kid you around. I'm not interested…like, at all."

"But if you'd just give me—" Duncan started to plead, but went quiet when Gwen raised a hand.

"And, I have a boyfriend back home. I'm not interested either way, but I hope you'll at least respect that."

Duncan looked extremely disappointed, but eventually nodded his head. "Of course I'll respect what you want, Gwen." When Gwen's gaze softened a bit, he looked around, as if to make sure no one was watching, "but, y'know, you think we still got a shot at being friends? I missed talking horror movies with your pasty butt."

Gwen rolled her eyes, but there was less menace in her face. "Don't push it. I'm not exactly a 'forgive and forget' kinda person," she said with air-quotes. "Just give me some time to mellow out."

Duncan nodded, "okay. I guess I'll go drop these heads off."

"We should probably go together," Gwen said, walking past the punk towards the camp, "Chris said we had to be in groups of two."

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"A boyfriend? A boyfriend!" Duncan slaps his forehead, "of course she has a boyfriend. Why wouldn't she, just look at her!" He groans in disappointment, "I really blew it." He is silent for a second as he looks down at the ground, before shaking his head and puffing out his chest. "But hey, I gotta move past it. Time to put my focus on winning this stupid game…again." He keeps the pose up for another couple of seconds before deflating back into sadness again.

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

(Confessional: Gwen.)

"Ugh, that was about as fun as pulling teeth," Gwen grumbles, "but hopefully he got the message. If he has grown out of being that stupid kid he was years ago, maybe he'll just know to leave me alone. It seems like that lie about a boyfriend fooled him."

(End Confessional: Gwen.)

Sky and Lightning were currently running from Chef. Sky had a gold Chris head in each hand, and Lightning was juggling three of the Chris heads.

"To the Mess Hall!" Sky bellowed, dodging a paintball volley from Chef.

"He's sha-gonna hit us eventually," Lightning told her, "we gotta do something! We got too many heads to sha-sacrifice."

"How many heads can you juggle?" Sky asked. The two continued to run as Chef loaded more ammo into his paintball gun.

"Like, probably a billion," Lightning told her, "or a billion billion!"

"How about five?" Sky asked, tossing the two heads to Lightning.

Lightning caught the two mid-juggle and continued to run, unfazed.

Sky twisted and loaded her slingshot at the same time, turning back to face the cook. She let fly.

"Whoa!" Chef dodged the paintball and hoisted his gun, "nice try, girlie!"

"I'm not done yet!" Sky told him.

"Do something quick!" Lightning pleaded.

Sky reloaded as Chef started to unload. Sky dodged the paintballs and fired again. Since Chef was too busy shooting, he couldn't dodge and got splattered. He got hit in the nose and tripped, falling into a heap on the ground.

"She nice one!" Lightning complimented, tossing the two heads back to Sky, who caught them.

Sky blushed, "that was nothing," she told him. "Hey, look, there's the Mess Hall!"

Sure enough, the rickety old building came into view. "Five she-heads in the bag!"

"Not so fast! Spawn camp!" Came another voice from off-screen.

Lightning and Sky turned and gasped. Izzy and Noah were on the roof of the Mess Hall, slingshots poised and ready to strike.

"Don't sha-shoot!" Lightning yelled, "we're on the same team!"

Izzy lowered her slingshot and frowned. "Darnit!"

"Hold on, we'll be right out," Sky called up to them. They ran into the hall and dumped their five heads into the basket.

"Nice work, girl," Lightning complimented, high-fiving Sky. The two walked out to see Noah and Izzy still on the roof. "What the sha-heck are you guys doing?"

"We're waiting until an enemy team comes with heads, and then we'll blast them!" Izzy said excitedly.

"It was her idea," Noah added.

"That's a pretty good strategy," Sky said, "keep it up! We're gonna go back and look for more heads."

"And we shall lie in wait," Izzy cackled, "ready to strike!"

"Yeah," Noah rolled his eyes, "what she said."

(Confessional: Sky.)

"Did you see that?" Sky gushes, "Lightning and I made a totally awesome team! A couple more challenges together and he'll totally notice how badass I am!" She pauses, "Uh, not that I really care that much," she chuckles nervously.

(End Confessional: Sky.)

"Wow, you're really good at this, Zoey!"

Rodney had his arms full of golden Chris heads, and Zoey leapt down from a tree, another one in hand.

"Thanks," Zoey smiled, "now, let's get back to the Mess Hall, stat!"

"You got it," Rodney affirmed, turning around, "it's this way!"

The two began to walk. "So," Zoey asked, "why do you think you struggle so much when talking to girls?"

"Oh, that I know," Rodney said easily, eyes fixated firmly in front of him, "My dad left my Mom when I was six, and then it was just me, my dad, and my five little brothers on the farm. We were all homeschooled so I barely had any interaction with girls. Internet was spotty out in the middle of nowhere too so…"

"Wow, that sounds tough," Zoey said sympathetically.

"It's been a struggle," Rodney admitted, "but I'm working through it. Pahkitew Island was kinda my first experience with women of any kind that wasn't my grandparents, so it was a real culture shock."

"I kinda know what you mean," Zoey told him, "I came from a small town so I didn't have a ton of experience with people either."

"Worked out better for you, though," Rodney countered, "you've made the Final Three in both of your seasons!"

Zoey chuckled, "some of that was luck."

The two came in sight of the Mess Hall, but were startled to hear a commotion going on.

"What the heck is she doing?!" Came a voice from off-screen.

"I dunno, but I'm down! Use me as cover!" Yelled another.

The two looked to see Izzy and Noah on the roof of the Mess Hall, slingshots aimed at Owen and Shawn. Owen had been hit a couple times but had no Chris heads, and Shawn was behind him, using the big lug as cover. Purple Chris heads bulged in his pockets.

"Take the heads to the Hall while Izzy and Noah are distracting them," Zoey whispered to Rodney, "I'll take out Shawn."

Rodney nodded and ran out into the open. Shawn and Owen were too distracted to deal with the farm boy, and he was able to run into the Hall and deposit his heads.

Meanwhile, Zoey leapt out into the clearing and aimed at Shawn.

"Behind you!" Owen barked, uncharacteristically stern as he shielded Shawn from Noah and Izzy.

Shawn whipped around and somersaulted over the paintball Zoey had shot. Quick as a flash, he raised his own slingshot and fired at the cherry-head.

"Whoa!" Zoey athletically leapt to the left and tucked her chin, rolling into a crouching position and loading her slingshot at the same time. She fired again, but Shawn dodged this one too.

"Owen, run for the Hall!" Shawn said, panicked, "They have us surrounded!"

Owen ran towards the Mess Hall, Shawn using him as cover.

"Fire!" Izzy cried, firing a paintball at the Oddball duo. It broke harmlessly on Owen's chest.

"Uh, I'm out of ammo," Noah told her.

"I guess it's all up to me," Izzy said through grit teeth. Suddenly sporting some grizzly scars and singed hair, she took her last paintball and loaded it. "With this last bullet…er, paintball, I shall win the war! Prepare to suffer, and taste my wrath!" She stood up to her full height and zoned in on Shawn's head.

"Nice monologue," came a gruff voice from behind the two, "but it was a little long."

"Curses!" Izzy spat, spinning around. Since the two were on an angled roof, her foot caught on a shingle and she slipped.

A smirking Chef Hatchet stood behind them. "Next time you monologue, be quicker or quieter, it was easy to sneak up on you punks."

Noah looked down at his empty slingshot, "do you have to shoot me? Can't I just be out?"

"I'm afraid not, scrawny boy," Chef said, splatting the bookworm in the leg. Noah winced, and Izzy let out a yelp as she was shot in the shoulder.

"Alright, we made it!" Shawn cheered, entering the Mess Hall. "Nice work, Owen!"

Owen, covered in paint and bruises, gave the zombie nut a thumbs up. "No problem dude, now deposit those heads!"

Shawn deposited the four heads he got into the basket.

Rodney was catching his breath in the Mess Hall too, having deposited his heads. "Hey guys," the farm boy greeted.

Shawn waved, but Owen seemed to be distracted.

"The farm boy is lucky he is in sacred ground," Owen narrated in his 'naturalist' voice. His eyes were narrowed and shifty, and he walked towards the door with a careful gait "because the alpha survivalists would surely prey upon him given the opportunity."

Rodney gave Owen a weird look. "Ok…"

"C'mon man, sundown is in approximately 45 minutes," Shawn told him, "we need to get more heads!"

"Roger! Let's move!" The two ran out the door, but were immediately bombarded by paint the moment they set foot outside.

Chef blew smoke out the barrel of his gun, "you two are out!"

"No fair!" Shawn protested, "that's spawn camping!"

"There is a back exit," Chef reminded him.

Shawn and Owen stared at each other, then simultaneously face-palmed. Zoey walked up to the two, a paint splat on her chest. "Got you guys too, huh?"

"Yup," Owen said, "oh well, hopefully the rest of our team can pull it off!"

(Confessional: Shawn.)

"Huh, Owen and I worked pretty well together," Shawn said, a little surprised, "maybe the guy does have some skills. Zoey, on the other hand, she's a formidable opponent! Might not be a bad idea to get her in an alliance if we make the merge."

(End Confessional: Shawn.)

Beardo had been watching all the chaos near the Mess Hall from a nearby bush, and was waiting for the coast to be clear before he deposited the Chris head he had. Unfortunately, Chef seemed to be heading towards the boy, so Beardo was starting to panic.

"Gotta do something," he whispered to himself, wracking his brains for any solution. Something came to him, and he waited for the cook to get super close to him. Preparing himself, he threw his voice further behind him, imitating the sound of a twig snapping. Chef perked up and ran further into the woods past where the boy was hiding. After waiting a few seconds to make sure it was clear, Beardo crept out of the woods and head towards the Mess Hall.

"Ooh, you're lucky I'm out of the challenge, Beardo!" Izzy called playfully from the roof as he entered. Beardo smiled at her and walked into the hall, depositing his head. An idea struck him, thanks to Izzy, and he left the Hall and clambered up onto the roof.

"And now, we wait," Beardo said to himself.

"Boo!" Izzy screamed from behind him.

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"The sun is going down," Sammy said to Scott. Currently the farmer had his head buried in a beaver dam and was searching around for some Chris heads. The two had been fairly successful and had four Chris heads to show for it, "we should get moving."

"I know," Came Scott's annoyed voice, "there's one here though, just give me a second!" After a few more seconds of rummaging, the dirt farmer finally freed himself and the Chris head.

The two ran back to the Mess Hall.

"Huh," Scott noticed the tip of Beardo's fro peaking out from the roof. "Guess Soundboard has a strat. Let's see if it works."

The two entered the Mess Hall with no further issues and deposited their heads.

Jasmine was running, and she was running hard. Six Chris heads were in her possession, but the sun was almost down. The sky bled red and purple as the sun crept towards the horizon.

She was running out of time.

"C'mon, you can make this," Jasmine panted, "just a little further!"

A figure blitzed out of the brush and crashed into Jasmine, and the two hit the dirt with a grunt. Chris heads went everywhere.

"Sha-dang! Watch where you're going, Tall Girl!" Lightning rubbed his head in annoyance.

Jasmine reacted quickly, drawing her slingshot up, but hesitated when she heard a branch snap behind her. She did a 180 and fired her paintball into Sky's chest. The short girl hit the dirt, clutching her breast in pain, and Jasmine turned back to the jock, who was now reaching for his own slingshot.

"Not so fast!" The Australian cried, grabbing Lightning's wrist and struggling to keep his hand from grabbing a paintball.

Lightning got out of the grip like it was nothing, startling Jasmine. However, instead of grabbing a paintball, he shoulder rammed her to the ground and began gathering his own heads. "Sorry girl, Lightning's gotta get the sha-hell out of here!" He took off into the darkening forest.

Jasmine gasped and quickly scrambled for her own heads. She followed him.

Most of the campers plus Chris were in the Mess Hall, which was cozily lit. The only ones missing were Jasmine, Beardo, Lightning, Sky and Chef Hatchet.

"Two minutes," Chris said, looking at his watch, "man, they're really cutting it close."

As if on cue, Lightning burst into the Mess Hall, panting. He ran to the basket and dumped all the heads in. "Sha-victory!"

Loud footsteps were heard from behind him, and Jasmine could just be seen out in the near-darkness, running towards the Mess Hall.

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Jasmine's knee exploded into bright pink paint, and she cried out, more in surprise than pain.

A victory tune came from the roof, and Beardo hopped down, slingshot in hand.

"No!" Jasmine gasped, "the roof!" She slapped her forehead, "I was too busy worrying about the time!"

"Speaking of time," Chris interjected, "it's up!"

At that moment Chef came in, holding Sky by the back of her shirt.

"And it looks like everyone's here! Sweet, it's time to see the results of the challenge." Chris adressed the room as Jasmine walked over to Shawn, disappointed. He put a comforting hand on her back.

The host walked up to the first of the baskets: the orange one belonging to Team Nuclear. He did a quick count. "Twelve out of twenty heads. Not bad, you guys, not bad. But will it be enough?"

The six members of Team Nuclear exchanged nervous glances.

Chris walked next to the Alpha basket, "wow! A whopping 17 out of 20 heads. Nice job guys! You definitely won't be sending someone home tonight!"

The members of Team Alpha cheered. Izzy grabbed Noah in a goofy headlock and Sky tried to high-five Lightning, but the jock was too busy kissing his biceps.

"And now we get to Team Oddball," Chris said. Notably, most of the team had paint on them. "Let's see what you guys came up with…" he began to count. "Okay, you guys finished with…

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The six members of Team Oddball groaned collectively.

"I totally blew it," Jasmine sighed.

"Don't worry, babe," Shawn said, "we all could've done better."

"Ain't that the truth," Brick agreed.

"You guys will be voting someone out," Chris told them.

"After dinner, right?" Owen asked, accompanied by a stomach rumble.

"Yup," Chris continued, "chowtime is now, and the voting ceremony in half an hour. Eat up!"

Chef walked back into the kitchen and came out with a trolley cart of burgers and dogs. The quality was noticeably not great, but at least it wasn't white paste.

"Burgers," Owen drooled, "wow…"

"Ew," Anne Maria said, quickly moving out of the way to make sure the drool didn't get on her shoes. She turned to look at Bridgette, and as everyone went to get some grub, she grabbed the blonde and dragged her outside into the night.

"Hey, what's going on?" Bridgette asked, a little bewildered as she squinted in the now-darkness of outside.

"We need to discuss who we're voting for," Anne Maria told her, "it's gonna be Tubby. He's gross and smelly. He's too Odd even for this team!"

"Owen? I don't know," Bridgette said uncertainly, "I think—"

"Look girl, I like ya, but you're in my alliance." Anne Maria told her, "Mine. That means I'm leadin' this whole operation. Now, let's eat up. I gotta talk to Brick, but that should be enough."

Before Bridgette could say another word, Anne Maria walked back into the Mess Hall.

"Nice job winning today, guys," Noah told his team as they ate. "Not gonna lie, I was a little worried our strategy of not looking for heads would hinder us, but I should've known that the skills of the rest of you guys would be enough."

Zoey looked a little mollified, "aw, thanks Noah! We all did great!"

"Yeah," Rodney agreed, "without you and Izzy guarding and hindering those at the Mess Hall, who knows what woulda happened?!"

Izzy tore into her third burger, "I loved this challenge, it was so fun!"

"It was surprisingly not-dangerous," Sky agreed. "I could get used to this."

"Seriously," Lightning agreed, causing Sky to smile.

"Well, we didn't win, but I guess dodging elimination is good enough," Jo said through a mouthful of food. She turned to Duncan and Gwen, "so, how was your time in the woods? I'm surprised both of you came back unharmed."

Gwen hunched her shoulders up defensively, ready for a repeated battering from Scott and Jo.

"That's actually none of your business," Duncan said brusquely, surprising the goth.

"Yeah," Sammy spoke up, "you guys don't really have any right to try and meddle with Gwen and Duncan's past. Just let them be."

Both Duncan and Gwen looked over to the twin, grateful. Sammy responded with a smile.

"Whatever," Jo muttered, "I was just curious…"

"Sure you were," Gwen scoffed.

"Oh, these burgers are so good," Owen groaned, eating his eighth.

"It's weird getting actual food while on this show," Jasmine noted, on her fourth. "It's a nice change from foraging for scraps."

"You can say that again," Shawn agreed, "I'm down to eat a meal courtesy of Mother Nature, but it's nice to just eat a burger every now and again."

"I can't imagine having to survive in the woods for a whole season," Bridgette shuddered, "that would've been awful!"

"It was no cake walk," Jasmine agreed, "but we pulled through. Sky, us," she gestured to herself and Shawn, "and Sugar were all pretty tough."

Anne Maria gagged. "Ugh, I hated that girl, she was awful."

"Yeah, she was a pain," Shawn chuckled, "good thing she's not back this season."

"Aw, she wasn't so bad," Owen said, his tone happy as usual, "she reminded me of the sister I never had…"

Anne Maria finished her dinner and pushed her plate away. "That hit the spot. Ey, Brick, you got a second?"

Brick looked a little startled. "Uh…I guess so?"

"Good. I gotta talk to ya, c'mon," Anne Maria stood up from the table. Brick followed, slightly wary, and followed her outside.

"Huh," Jasmine said, watching the two leave, "I wonder what that's about?"

"Maybe they're making out?" Owen offered, focused on his food. He burst into high-pitched giggles at the thought.

Shawn choked on his food, and Jasmine couldn't help but snort at the absurdity of the idea too.

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"Team Oddball, welcome to the first elimination of the season," Chris greeted.

The six Oddballs were seated at the tree stumps at the elimination area. The fire blazed brightly. From left to right sat Brick, Jasmine, Shawn, Owen, Anne Maria, and Bridgette. Chris stood at the infamous oil barrel, and held a tray with only five marshmallows on it.

"How do people leave the island this time, if I even want to know?" Bridgette asked nervously.

"The Boat of Losers, as a nod to Season One," Chris told her. As if on cue, the Boat pulled up, being driven by Chef Hatchet. "If you're out, you gotta walk the Dock, get on the Boat, and get out. And you can't come back…ever."

The six campers gulped. They looked at the tray in fear, and wondered which name Chris would call first.

"The first marshmallow of the night goes to…Shawn."

Shawn grinned and caught his marshmallow.

"Also safe are…Brick and…Bridgette."

The two campers let out small cheers as they caught the marshmallows.

"Three campers, two marshmallows," Chris narrated.

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The Aussie and Shawn sighed in relief. Shawn got up and pecked her on the cheek before returning to his seat, and Jasmine blushed.

"Owen, Anne Maria, this is the final marshmallow of the night," Chris told them.

Both of them started to look a little nervous.

(Confessional: Anne Maria.)

"Sorry, Tubs," Anne Maria said, not looking very sorry at all, "but this is my season. You already won one. Nothin' personal."

(End Confessional: Anne Maria.)

(Confessional: Owen.)

Owen has his hands clasped to his large cheeks in worry. "Oh no, I can't go home so soon! I still gotta learn survival skills, and hang out in the Rec Center, and eat more food!"

(End Confessional: Owen.)

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"Yes, awesome!" Owen cheered, catching the marshmallow with his mouth.

Anne Maria looked gobsmacked. "Wait, what?" She turned to her team, more incredulous than angry. "What the hell happened? Why am I going home?!"

Bridgette stood up, leveling a shockingly stern glare towards the Jersey Girl. "Look, Anne Maria," the surfer said, "I don't mean to offend you, but I don't know you. You can't just come in and practically force me into an alliance, then expect me to vote for one of my friends!" She pointed at Owen, who looked awkward, "and you wouldn't even let me have any say on who went home! Maybe if you had picked someone else, I wouldn't have done what I did!"

Brick looked as confused as Anne Maria. "Uh, what exactly did you do?"

Bridgette looked down, a little ashamed. "When Anne Maria went to talk to you outside," she told the cadet, "I filled the others in on her plan. Guess they'd rather keep Owen around too."

As if to emphasize, Shawn shot Owen a subtle thumbs up, which the Fatboy returned.

Anne Maria slumped over. "Ugh. Whateva, this show sucks anyways!" However, her tone was more disappointed than angry.

Chris chose that moment to walk up to her. "Anne Maria, you've been eliminated from Total Drama Generations. I took the liberty of having the interns pack your things for you," he snapped his fingers, and a tall male intern wheeled two large suitcases over to them. "You gotta Walk the Dock, Snooki."

"Fine, get me outta this dump," The Jersey girl spat, grabbing her luggage. Without turning back to her team, most of whom were looking a little guilty, she walked down the Dock and onto the Boat. Chef started it up, and it sped off.

"The rest of you are safe," Chris told them, "for now…"

The five Oddballs got up from their stumps and headed back towards the trailers.

All of the dudes minus the ones on Team Oddball were currently relaxing in their trailer beds. It was a fairly peaceful atmosphere, as everyone was minding their own business.

The door opened, and Shawn, Owen and Brick walked in, quiet. The other boys quickly looked up from what they were doing.

"Who got the boot?" Scott asked quickly. "Was it Stevette Irwin?"

Shawn glared at the farmer. "No, it was Anne Maria."

Noah couldn't help but let out a relieved noise. "Well, can't say I'll miss her."

Shawn climbed into his solo bunk. "Me neither," he admitted.

"Aw, she wasn't all bad," Owen said, clambering into his bunk below Beardo.

"Dude, she tried to get you kicked out," Shawn told him.

Owen tucked the covers up around his chin, "I know, but she was just trying to play the game! I can't blame her for that!"

"Dude, you are way too forgiving," Duncan told him, "if I had known who tried to get me kicked off, they'd have a huge target on their back, and I'd be waiting to punch that target."

From his bunk below Lightning, Brick gulped.

(Confessional: Brick.)

"Maybe I can convince the others that I didn't vote for Owen," Brick says, wringing his hands together nervously, "I just thought it would be an easy vote out, no problem! It's not like it was anything personal! Lying is wrong…but…if I admit to it, I could be next! Owen is friends with both Bridgette and Shawn, and by extension Jasmine too! I'm the odd soldier out!" He sighs, "this could be bad…"

(End Confessional: Brick.)

"Thanks for voting for Anne Maria with us," Bridgette told Jasmine gratefully as the two girls walked towards their trailer.

"No worries," Jasmine told her breezily, "was never a big fan of the Shelia anyways. Probably would've voted for her anyways, honestly."

The two reached the trailer and entered. The other girls quickly took note of Anne Maria's absence, and some couldn't help but comment.

"Nice," Jo grinned. "Tan in a Can, huh? Can't say I blame you!" Gwen nodded in agreement from her bunk.

"Aw, Izzy lost her bunk mate!" Izzy pouted, "I was so looking forwards to teasing her in the mornings!" She grinned at the rest of the girls, "anyone wanna be my new bunkmate?!"

A quick chorus of "No's" rang through the trailer.

Chris stood by the dying fire, toasting a marshmallow of his own. "And so ends the first day back on Wawanakwa. What challenges do we have in store for our contestants next? Who will be the next to walk the Dock of Shame? Find out all that and more, next time, on Total! Drama! Generations!"

Boat of Losers Clip:

Anne Maria sat on the bench, leaning her elbows on her thighs as she stared over the dark water. Disappointment was etched on her face. The wind whipped around, but couldn't ruffle her pouffe. "So," she called to the driving Chef, "you takin' me home or what? I wanna leave this trash reality show behind me."

"Nope," Chef called back, "you're goin' to the Playa."

Anne Maria gasped, quickly getting up and running into the drivers cabin, crowding an annoyed Chef. "You mean the fancy resort that all those guys stayed at in Season One?!"

"Yeah," Chef grumbled, "that one. Now would ya get outta here?! You're cramping me!"

Anne Maria squealed and ran back onto the deck of the boat, ecstatic. "I get to spend a whole season chilling at the five-star resort? No way!" Her disappointment was gone as quick as water was repelled off her hair, and she looked back out towards the horizon, eager this time. In the distance, she could see the lights.

Relaxation was coming.

Voting Confessionals:

Anne Maria: I vote for Owen, and I'm coming for the weirdo outdoors couple next!

Brick: Anne Maria said I should vote for Owen. I don't really have anyone better to vote for so...*he shrugs* sorry, Owen.

Bridgette: I can't help but feel a little guilty about this, but I vote for Anne Maria.

Jasmine: I vote for Anne Maria. Bridgette filled me in on her plans and it seems like she's getting a little too crafty for her own good.

Owen: I wasn't really paying attention to what the others were saying during dinner because of the food, but Shawn told me I should vote for Anne Maria. That's fine, her skin tastes yucky.

Shawn: No way I vote for Owen, so Anne Maria's gotta go!

Votes:

Anne Maria - 4 Votes: (Bridgette, Jasmine, Owen, Shawn).

Owen - 2 Votes: (Anne Maria, Brick).

Team Alpha: Zoey, Lightning, Sky, Rodney, Izzy, Noah.

Team Oddball: Jasmine, Shawn, Bridgette, Owen, Brick.

Team Nuclear: Gwen, Duncan, Jo, Scott, Sammy, Beardo.

Eliminated: Anne Maria.

Reasoning for Elimination:

Anne Maria is a character I'm rather fond of, so it was tough to boot her first. But I have such a good, diverse cast, that I just honestly thought she had the least amount to give, unless I made her an obnoxious antagonist, which I didn't want to do. She was also a little screwed with her team, being put on with a power couple and Owen and Shawn bonding so quickly. She was basically a red herring. Hopefully I fooled a couple of you guys into thinking Owen would go home!

- Are you guys shocked and/or bummed by Anne Maria's elimination?

- Who do you think will be eliminated next?

- Remember to vote on my poll for who you want to be in the Aftermath Peanut Gallery!

I'll catch you guys on the next chapter! Hope you all enjoyed!

Ciao!