DISCLAIMER:
Welcome once again. We're now in episode 24. Katie wants to do a party for Zeke, but what plans have Chris for the losers? And what will happen to Duncan after he slept with Courtney? Find out next.
The start of the episode is a homage to one of my favorite fanfics, but I will talk about it in the end notes.
Total Drama belongs to fresh tv and his creators. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic
Triple dog dare you
The day started as usual in Playa des losers. Eva was in the hallway waiting for Katie and Sadie, but today she met with someone else.
"Hello Eva, fancy meeting," said Beth, chuckling at her 'joke.'
"Hi," said Eva, crossing her arms.
Beth tilted her head. "Are you ok? You seem to be in a bad mood."
"And you care because?"
"Because we're friends! Yes we maybe don't talk a lot … and usually only meet in the morning … but after these weeks together, I think we have bonded," said Beth smiling, her braces shining.
Eva blinked. "We're acquaintances, not friends."
"Oh, aren't you shy," said Beth elbowing Eva.
But instead of smirking, the Slavic girl gave her a death glare.
Beth began to sweat. "Anyway I'll go and help Quinn with the breakfast."
Before Eva could answer, Katie and Sadie came out of Katie's room. Beth thanked them in silence.
"Hello Eva, sorry we're late," said Katie, bowing.
"It was my fault, I overslept," said Sadie, also bowing.
Eva rolled her eyes. "Whatever, let's go."
However, before they could enter the elevator, the four girls were startled by a loud shout.
"GET OUT! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET-!"
Suddenly Courtney's door slammed open, and Duncan was thrown out into the hallway like a sack of potatoes, wearing only his boxers and spiked collar. He hit the wall with a resounding thud. Duncan shook his head but instead of frowning, he grinned like an idiot.
"-OUT, YOU FREAKING PERVERT! YOU EGOCENTRIC, SELF-CENTERED BASTARD! I'M GOING TO SHRED YOUR SORRY CARCASS INTO MICROSCOPIC SLIVERS-"
Eva and the rest just saw what was happening in silence. Katie and Sadie hugged each other frightened, and Beth hid behind Eva, who was enjoying the show.
From the room flew Duncan Duffel's bag, he jumped it, just avoiding a direct hit to his family jewels, then a pillow followed it, hitting him in the face.
A normal person would flee for his life, but Duncan never saw Courtney lose her head like that, so he just tried to avoid everything she was throwing at him.
He then noticed the girls looking at him.
"Yeah, this is exactly as it seems," said Duncan smirking at his impromptu audience before being hit in the head with his own shirt.
"… I WILL DISMEMBER YOU AND POLISH YOU OFF WITH MY BARE HANDS! YOU…"
Courtney's shouts woke the girls and even some of the guys on the next floor, so more people began to show up in the hallway.
"Seriously, dudes, keep it down," said Bridgette, rubbing an eye. "It sounds like someone is being murdered."
"Well, you aren't exactly wrong," said Sadie, hugging Katie.
Duncan avoided a brush that Eva caught in one hand. She didn't seem to mind it, amused by the fight.
Noises came from the stairs as the boys began to run up to see what was happening. The first to enter the room was Tyler, who fell to the ground.
"Linds are you ok?" said the jock, groaning in pain.
"Hello Tyson!" shouted Lindsay waving. "Yes I think so."
More boys entered the floor, led by DJ.
"It's everything ok, is someone hurt?" asked DJ, wearing only his pants.
"It's the Bassman back?" asked Zeke, who was the only one dressed in his regular outfit.
Trent entered behind him, trying to flatten his bedhead. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Is everyone ok? We heard some screaming."
"Yes, we come to help," said Cody, entering the floor and flexing. He was then pushed by Geoff, who began to run down the hallway.
"BRIDGETTE!" shouted the party boy, stopping in front of the BFFFLs, "Duncan? Man, what are you doing here?"
Izzy replied before the delinquent. "He's taking the walk of shame in style."
"Hahaha, that guy sure knows how to make an entrance and an exit!" said LeShawna, almost doubling with laughter.
"What can I say? It's one of my many talents," Duncan waggled his unibrow as he was hit with his undershirt.
"…LOUSE EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING! MYOPIC, PRESUMPTUOUS, PATHOLOGICAL INSOLENT BASTARD! ARE YOU LISTENING?"
"First, nice vocabulary, princess," said Duncan with a smirk, he needed a dictionary to be sure what she said. "And second, I was just catching up with the audience."
Courtney stopped shouting for a moment. After a second, she slammed her door, "Oh my gosh, THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE!?"
Everyone started laughing, Duncan bowing at the rest of the presents, but the CIT wasn't over.
"WHEN I GET DRESSED, DUNCAN, YOU'RE DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"I'm sincerely looking forward to it, prin…" as Duncen mocked her, Courtney opened her door and threw his other converse right into his crotch. She slammed the door again before he fell to the ground.
Geoff and DJ ran to his side. "Hahaha, dude, I think you pushed her too far."
"I noticed it," said Duncan in a high-pitched voice.
Then the three laughed as everyone else returned to their own routine.
After lunch, Trent, Justin, and Cody were next to the pool. Justin was talking about himself, and Trent telling tales about his school, while Cody just looked at the water with a frown.
"I was just resting on the beach, but the cameraman decided to film me anyway, and the result was so stunning that production decided to use it as the end of the commercial," said Justin, making a sparkling smile.
"Hahaha, seriously?" I can't believe it," said Trent, laughing at Justin's story.
The model shrugged. "You can watch the result on tv. That's why I'm not looking at the camera in the last take."
"That's awesome," said Cody in a neutral tone.
Justin and Trent looked at each other. The musician patted the brunette guy's shoulder, "Is everything ok?"
"Y-yes of course, better than ever," Cody stuttered and forced a smile.
"You suck at lying, you know?" Justin laid in his beach chair. "But if you don't want to tell us, it's your loss."
Cody sighed. "It's a personal matter."
"Don't worry Cody, you don't need to tell us if you don't want to. Everyone has a secret or two we can't share that easily," said Trent, winking.
"It's not like that," Cody sighed again. "If you see someone cheating on their partner, would you say something? Or you would stay out of their business?"
Trent blanched. "Ouch, that's a harsh question…"
"Who is the one cheating, the prettier or, the uglier one?" asked Justin, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't think that matters," Trent frowned at the model.
"Both of them," replied Cody, not really thinking about what Trent said.
Justin shrugged. "I would tell the prettier one they deserve better and to break with the ugly one."
"Justin, just shut up," said Trent, raising his voice.
"I don't understand why you're so angry with me. Cody is the one asking for advice," said Justin, rolling his eyes. That's why he didn't like these troublesome questions.
Cody raised his arms. "Please don't fight. It was just a hypothetical question, just ignore me."
"I think if both are in the wrong, then the dilemma is more about why they're together and not about if you need to meddle in their affairs," said Harold, walking out of the resort.
"Were you eavesdropping?" asked Justin, frowning at the nerd, but he quickly stopped because frowning causes wrinkles.
Harold gasped. "Of course not, GOSH! I was walking out of the resort, and you were talking so loudly I couldn't help but hear you."
"How weird is to see you without LeShawna," said Cody, raising an eyebrow.
"My LeGoddess was busy right now, so I, as a gentleman, decided to give her some space and come to talk with my good friend Trent," said Harold, sitting in another chair.
Justin chuckled. "Trent, I didn't know you were 'friends.'"
"Mister Trent was one of the few kind souls that helped me in my lowest moment. That bologna you gave me was like the light at the end of the tunnel, the dove at the end of Pandora's box, a lifesaver in the sea of my desperation…"
"Yes, yes, you're grateful. Please stop hurting my beautiful ears," Justin interrupted Harold, covering his ears.
Harold rolled his eyes. "Anyway my advice would be to not meddle in their affairs. The road to hell is paved with good intentions."
"Thanks I'll think about it," said Cody making a small smile.
As they talked, a new ex-contestant joined them. It was Katie.
"Hello," said the BFFFL, waving at everyone. "Wow, so many handsome guys."
"I know," said Justin, running his hand through his hair.
Harold smirked. "Wow, that was an unexpected comeback. I was sure you would belittle everyone else physical appearance based on your own personal perception."
Justin just frowned at the nerd, unsure of what he was saying.
"By the way Justin, can we talk for a moment?" asked Katie, winking.
However before the model could answer or the other guys talked about Katie's sudden invitation, someone else interrupted their conversation.
"Guys, sorry for interrupting you, cough, cough," said Quinn, the intern, looking as if she was about to die. "But mister McLean called you to the lobby."
The five ex-contestants looked at each other and nodded.
"What does he want?" asked Cody rubbing his chin. "Are we recording another episode?"
"Maybe he'll give us a consolation prize," said Katie, covering her mouth.
"I doubt so, but it'll surely be something bothersome," said Trent sighing.
Harold nodded. "The woodpecker picks on the wood, and the nightingale flies at night so Chris McLean is annoying. It's just his nature."
"Can't you talk like a normal person?" asked Justin, smiling and rolling his eyes.
"Gosh, Idiot!" said Harold walking a bit faster. In a moment, they and the rest of the former contestants attended Chris's call.
The 19 contestants were in the lobby. Duncan sat next to Courtney, who turned her head away from him, still angry after what had happened this morning.
Chris and Chef entered the room. The host was smiling like always, while Chef was frowning.
"Good afternoon losers. Nice to see you," said Chris in a mocking tone, familiar to everyone.
"Hello mister McLame. It's a shame we can't say the same about you," said the delinquent in the same tone, making everyone chuckle.
"Duncan, I'm glad your pathetic elimination didn't affect your humor sense," said Chris, trying to hide how Duncan's comment annoyed him. "And no, I come here today to help you use all that negative energy in a better way,"
As Chris talked, Quinn began handing the contestants some clipboards and pencils. The clipboards had some white sheets in them.
"Hey girl, are you ok?" asked LeShawna after getting her board. "You look a bit pale and tired."
"Yes I'm fine, cough," said Quinn in a hoarse voice, coughing. "Well, not fine, but as sick as ever."
LeShawna looked at the clipboard with a frown, hoping whatever the intern had wasn't contagious.
"Hey Chris, nothing is written on the page the intern handed me, eh?. Can you hand me a different clipboard?" asked Zeke, scratching his head.
"Ezekiel, just stop talking and let me explain," Chris seemed annoyed but soon did his classic smile again. "I'll give you a chance to use all your anger, disappointment, frustration, and other losers' feelings in a meaningful way."
"I love these activities filled with positivism," said Noah in a snarky tone.
"What you need to do is easy," Chris smirked. "The next challenge is a triple dog dare you challenge. I assume everyone knows what's that…"
"I don't know," said Lindsay raising a hand. "I just hope it's some of those small and cute doggies that do tricks with plates."
Chris raised an eyebrow, confused. "I don't know what you're talking about." The host then recovered his composure, "the challenge is about dares. I need everyone to think about the nastiest, hardest, and meanest dares you can write so we can include them in the show. If the finalist can't perform your challenge they'll be eliminated."
"B-but that's too mean," said Katie, raising a hand.
"Yes, it's as if you want to just humiliate them on tv," said Sadie, nodding.
"I agree with the girls, Chris. Isn't this going too far?" asked Trent, frowning.
"Just think Heather will be the one performing your dares," said Chris, winking.
After a moment of silence, everyone started to write eagerly on their clipboards.
"Mr. McLean, I'm not feeling right. Can I go and rest a little?" asked Quinn, who was wobbling while standing.
"NO! I need you to get the clipboards when the losers are over," said Chris frowning. "I swear the new interns are lazier than ever."
Chef glared at him. "Chris, don't push the intern too far. She already seems about to break."
"Don't worry, I'm an expert at breaking interns, and this girl is fine," whispered Chris, winking. Chef just hoped he was right.
Meanwhile, the contestants were trying to come up with dare ideas.
"I can't think of any good dare," said Katie, biting her pencil.
"If you want, we can work on our ideas together," said Sadie, making a wide smile. "I'm also struggling."
"Chris can we work together, please?" asked Katie and Sadie simultaneously.
The host shrugged. "Go ahead. You already share a brain anyway."
"EEEEEEEEEEE!" both BFFFLs squeed. "Thanks Chris!"
The rest of the contestants and the hosts covered their ears, annoyed by Katie and Sadie's enthusiastic screams. But after a moment, everyone resumed writing their ideas. Although some contestants were struggling more than others.
"It's acting like a chicken while wearing a chicken hat too much?" asked DJ, scratching his head with his pencil.
Everyone laughed except Tyler.
"C'mon man, you can do better than that," said Duncan, chuckling.
"What? I think it's a harsh dare," replied Tyler glaring at the punk.
"Ignoring Tyler, I hope you can do better than that. It's an entertainment show, remember? Try to be entertaining," said Chris, crossing his arms.
Bridgette made a shy smile. "What about dressing like a baby?"
"Mmmm, that's a bit better than the chicken one, I guess," Chris rubbed his chin. "Yes, that's the minimum I expect."
"How about escape after being tied to a trunk that is being cut by a sawmill," said Izzy, clapping excitedly.
Trent glared at her. "I think we should try to avoid lethal dares."
"The lethal dares aren't bad, but we don't have the budget to get a sawmill," Chris shrugged, "So please try to make dares that don't require expensive equipment."
"Darn it, there goes my idea of enduring 10 minutes in a sensory deprivation tank," said Harold, snapping his fingers.
"Put a block of ice into your underwear until it melts," said Cody waggling his eyebrows. "It's both hot and cold."
Trent chuckled. "That joke was really bad, I put eating a dozen of hard-boiled eggs while laying on your back," he then frowned, "I just hope Gwen doesn't get my dare."
Eva rolled her eyes. "Stop whining for your goth friend. I put wearing a bee beard. I guess those wimps may get cold feet."
"I think that would be easy for Gwen, she isn't afraid of bees," said Trent rubbing his chin, making Eva sigh exasperated.
"Guys, guys," said Chris standing up, "Those dares are fine for children, but here is a hundred thousand dollars competition! We need better dares! Put things you wouldn't do!"
Justin shivered. "Slapping your face 10 times, real slaps."
"Oh my god, how nasty! I hope no one gets your dare," said Noah in a snarky tone. "I put fight an alligator. That should do the trick."
"Using animals is a good idea," said Beth, grinning. "My dare will be swimming in an inflatable pool filled with leeches."
"Yes, animals are great. I'll put tightrope walking over a pond filled with sharks while carrying two huge steaks around the neck," LeShawna chuckled while writing. "I can't wait to see Heather trying to survive that."
Bridgette frowned at her friend. "But there is a chance Gwen has to do the dare and not Heather."
"Don't worry, girl, I'm sure it'll be Heather," LeShawna winked and then muttered. "And if it's Gwen, I hope she survives and forgives me."
"Giving a sleeping bear purple nurple," said Izzy, who now was sitting upside down.
Some of the presents, like Duncan, Geoff and Eva chuckled, others like Noah, Courtney, and DJ looked at her with wide eyes, while the rest just looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
"What is a purple nurple?" Asked Zeke, raising a hand.
Duncan stood up, walked toward Zeke, and pinched and twisted his nipple for a second.
"That's a purple nurple," said the punk laughing.
"Ouch, thanks, but it was enough if you explained it with words," said Zeke, rubbing his chest. "And I'm being sarcastic, eh."
Courtney looked daggers at her boyfriend but didn't say a word.
"Mr. McLean, aren't the dares going a bit far?" asked Quinn, looking even blancher than before.
"Nah, the finalist are tough. This is the minimum we need to make them give up," said the host, chuckling.
Meanwhile, the rest was wondering about what dares they could put.
"What about kissing a fish?" said Sadie in an excited voice.
"Wait, what if it's a dead fish?" said Katie, making an evil smirk.
Sadie shuddered. "That's disgusting… I love it."
"I like that one," said the host, rubbing his hands. "But I'm sure you can be more disgusting than that."
"Like eating dog food?" asked Cody, making everyone shudder.
"That's the spirit," Chris laughed and winked. "That's nasty man, I love it."
LeShawna shook her head. "Eating a live cockroach. Those small bastards are nasty, and I'm talking from experience."
"What about drinking powder fruit punch from one of the communal bathroom's toilets?" said Geoff, chuckling. "There is no way someone is doing that dare."
Bridgette slapped him on the arm. "Geoff, that's going too far."
Quinn's face turned green, and she covered her mouth, but Chris seemed to be happy about that idea.
"No, Bridgette, it's ok," Chris nodded proudly. "We need some dares that are deal breakers, and the nastiest, the better."
"What about chewing your own toenail?" asked Zeke, flinching. "I think that's nasty, eh?"
"Ugh, really nasty," said Katie, wincing.
"Really? I think my toenails are clean enough to munch them a little," said Geoff looking at his foot.
"Geoff!" shouted Bridge, getting a bit green.
"What?" asked the party boy, not understanding why Bridgette was angry.
"Ok, I will put to chew it slowly. That should be nastier," said Zeke, writing on his clipboard.
LeShawna raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you needed to add that. It was already really disgusting."
Duncan laughed, "Amateurs."
"Are you kidding man? Those dares are really nasty," said DJ, frowning.
"Yes dude, I want to see you come with a more disgusting one," said Geoff, raising his hat.
Courtney rolled her eyes. "Please don't challenge this manbaby."
However, Duncan ignored her and smirked. "My dare is … lick Owen's armpit."
Almost everyone retched and shuddered about that dare, including the hosts and the intern. Only a few didn't, like Tyler, who chuckled, or Zeke, who raised an eyebrow.
"Is that really nasty?" asked the prairie boy. "He didn't seem so bad on tv."
"Trust me, it is," said Noah, shaking his head. "You need to smell him to believe it."
Harold smirked. "Then let's make a dare about licking jam from Owen's toe. I'm sure no one on his sane mind can perform that stunt."
"Pffft, I can make a more disgusting one," said Tyler smiling confidently. "eat grape jelly from Owen's belly button."
"Tyler!?" shouted Lindsay, turning green and covering her mouth.
"That's too disgusting," said Sadie as Katie passed out after imagining the scene.
Chris raised his hands. "Ok, let's stop with Owen's dares. Remember he also needs to perform the challenges, and I doubt he can reach his own belly button."
"Then I'll change mine from rechewing Owen's gum to rechewing Harold's gum," said Beth, crossing something in her sheet.
"HEY! I can assure you most of the rumors about my personal hygiene are slanders and exaggeration," said Harold, folding his arms.
"Yes, yes, we believe you Harold, Now less complaining and more chewing," said the host, frowning.
The nerd was picking his nose absentmindedly and then looked at Chris with wide eyes. "Are we really doing it?"
Chef put on some gloves and walked toward Harold with an empty jar.
"Ok, just give me a moment," Harold took out a pack of gum from his pants and sighed. "Alas, the last Limited edition lime-lemon fantasy summer gum. I'll remember your acidic flavor for as long as I live."
"Less drama and more chewing. I don't want to stay here all day," said Chef, glaring at the nerd.
Harold glared back. "Gosh! At least let me enjoy the moment." After saying this, he put the gum in his mouth and began to chew it. Harold winced at the acidic flavor but began to chew it vigorously.
Chef ran out of patience, put his fingers inside Harold's mouth, and threw the gum inside the jar.
"Hey! It still had some flavor!" shouted Harold in an annoyed tone.
"Ugh! Too much information," said Cody, blanching.
Courtney shrugged. "Ok, you want a nasty dare? Drink a blended puree made from Chef's mystery meat."
There were laughs and groans from the campers.
"Girl, that dare is gross," said Chef, glaring daggers at her. "I'll make a really special batch for the occasion."
"Hahaha, don't go too far Chef. I don't want you throwing up during the show," said Chris, winking.
Chef smirked. "Talk for yourself pretty boy. You'll be throwing up before I even feel nauseated."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"A hundred bucks sure?"
"If you want to give me money for free, I won't stop you," said Chef, shaking hands with the host.
Izzy raised her hand enthusiastically: "What about being put in a cannon and shot against a pile of pig manure?"
Chris looked at Chef.
"We have a small cannon in the storehouse," said the co-host, shrugging.
"Ok, that's nasty and approved," said Chris, smiling. "You guys are awesome. I just hope those three are brave enough to make a full episode."
"By the way, how many dares do we need to write?" asked Courtney, raising a hand like in school.
Chris shrugged. "As many as you want, but please, at least 3 or 4. I doubt we'll have many rounds seeing how disgusting your ideas are, but who knows? Maybe they'll stomach them for the money."
Beth looked at Lindsay, who was writing enthusiastically. "How about you Lindsay. Do you have some nice ideas?"
"A lot, actually," said the blonde girl, smiling. "You heard Chris, these dares are for Heather, so I'm just putting some I'm sure she can't do."
"I don't think he meant they're literally only for Heather," said Beth tilting her head.
Lindsay raised her list. "So far, I have: shave your hair, cut your nails really short, put on a cheap face mask, use a tan spray that doesn't fit your skin color, eat 10 really greasy chicken legs and say an honest apology."
"Wow! You really had a lot," said Beth, impressed by Lindsay's enthusiasm.
"It a shame we can't watch her face after doing these dares," replied Lindsay sighing.
Beth blinked. "Linds, it's for a tv show. We'll see her face."
"Oh, that's true."
"I just hope Gwen or Owen aren't the ones doing your dares."
Lindsay looked at her best friend with wide eyes. "What? Aren't this only for Heather?"
Before Beth could answer, Chris interrupted them. "Ok, time's up. Please give Quinn your clipboards."
However, the intern was on the floor sweating a lot. Her skin was green colored, and her eyes wide.
"What the…" The host couldn't believe it. Chef, DJ, and Bridgette ran toward her side.
"…challenges are too disgusting…" said the intern, trembling.
That afternoon, the air ambulance came again to the island, and Chef had to get all the clipboards.
The next day, Zeke, Eva, Noah, and Justin were in the library. Justin was looking at his reflection in his hand mirror, Noah was reading, and Eva was pulling one of her dumbells.
"I wonder why Katie called us," said Ezekiel, folding his arms and trying to lean his chair back with two legs off the floor but quickly putting them down after almost falling.
"Trying to guess is a waste of time," said Eva, not stopping pulling her dumbbell. "We'll find out in a moment."
Zeke scratched his head. "But sometimes speculating is fun."
"I prefer to not use my brain if I can avoid it. Using it too much can make you ugly," said Justin, smiling at his reflection.
"Why it doesn't surprise me?" said Noah, smirking.
Justin smiled. "Because you use your brain a lot, and it shows," Justin stopped looking at his hand mirror and winked at the genius.
Noah just glared at him. As much as he hated to admit it, he just played in Justin's hands. That's why he shouldn't answer while reading.
Luckily Katie entered the room, interrupting their conversation.
"Sorry I'm late!" said the BFFFL sitting in front of them. "And thanks for coming."
"Don't worry gal, we're glad to help," said Zeke making a weird finger gun.
Eva punched him in the arm. "That didn't rhyme."
"Ouch, I didn't try to rap," said Zeke, rubbing his now sore arm.
"Oh, sorry, my bad," said the strong girl, shrugging.
Justin made a small smile. "Can we hurry up? There is only so much I can do to look good with a hand mirror."
"Yes sorry," said Katie, as Noah rolled his eyes. "I called you here because I want to do a big farewell party!"
Justin, Eva, and Zeke looked at her while Noah sighed, already knowing her idea.
"A farewell party? Really?" asked Eva, frowning.
"Yes, we have only 4 more days before the season ends. So I thought the five of us could organize a big party to say goodbye to the resort," said Katie pumping her arm.
Justin put down his mirror. "But why us? Isn't Geoff and Lindsay better at organizing parties and such?"
"Because we're the contestants that spend more time in the resort," said Katie, keeping her excitement. "It'll be fun!"
"I love the idea. Count me in, homie," said Zeke, making a clumsy wink. "We can do it on the roof. It would be more original than the pool."
Eva smirked. "I for once agree with homeschooled. I prefer the roof to the poolside."
"Yes, that sounds fine and dandy, but we have the problem of how to take the tables, grills, and more stuff to the roof," Noah raised an eyebrow.
"With these, of course," said Eva flexing. "Just let me take care of carrying the heavy stuff."
Katie clapped. "That's great. I'll take care of the food."
"I'll take care of the entertainment," said Justin smiling.
"We don't want to watch you posing like an idiot," Noah glared at Justin, "so I think it's better someone else be in charge of that."
However, the male model just smirked. "I and my brain had a great idea, so don't worry about it. And Also, I pose like a Greek god, not like an idiot, not that I expected you to know the difference."
"The Zeke want to do the decorations, eh! The Zeke has some awesome ideas for this one," said Zeke, making more weird rap moves.
"Just don't overdo it," said Eva, but it sounded more like a threat than advice.
Zeke saluted. "Yes ma'am, I won't."
"Then I'll take care of inviting everyone," said Noah shrugging.
"And then you'll help me carry the stuff to the rooftop," said Eva, glaring at him.
Noah raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you forgot it, but physical labor isn't my forte."
"And I don't care, you just want to make the invitations so you can slack," said Eva, cracking her knuckles.
"Ok, I'll do my best to help, but if I can't be at the party because I'm in the infirmary after hurting a muscle, it'll be on your conscience," said Noah, frowning.
Eva shrugged. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll survive."
Suddenly the five were startled by a loud and angry scream.
"What was that?" asked Ezekiel, looking around with wide eyes.
"It sounded like someone screaming, but it didn't seem to come from the island," said Noah, shrugging. "whoever did it has really good lungs."
"Anyway, let's ignore that and get started. We only have 3 days to get this party ready," said Katie raising a fist.
"YEAH!/Yeah/yeee," the other four also raised their arms, cheering with different levels of enthusiasm. This was the last time they would prepare something together in the resort, so even Noah was a little bit excited about it.
That night every loser was sitting in the lobby waiting for the eliminated contestant. However, the groups weren't the same as usual: DJ was with Justin, Cody, and Trent. Geoff, Bridgette, Zeke and Duncan were at another table, while Courtney wasn't anywhere.
The BFFFLs and Eva were on a couch, while Lindsay, Beth, and Tyler were at a different table, Tyler and Sadie gazing at each other now and then. LeShawna, Harold, Izzy, and Noah were in an unusual group next to the elevator.
Trent was patting the ground nervously while biting his fist.
"Can you stop that? It's annoying," said Justin while smiling.
"Sorry, I just hope Gwen isn't eliminated," said Trent, looking at the dock while frowning.
Cody raised his arms. "Don't worry man, she'll be fine. I'm sure the universe will give her some easy dares."
"I'm not sure if you're too convincing while wearing that," said Justin, looking at Cody, who wore a crown made of clovers, a horseshoe as a necklace, and caressing Bunny.
"C'mon, it's my extra lucky equipment," Cody smiled and pointed at himself. "Four-leaf clovers for the good luck, well, most are three-leaf because I couldn't find more. A horseshoe to repel negative energy and, of course, FOUR rabbit feet. I'm sure with this, Gwen will be safe."
Justin blinked a couple of times and sighed, "Whatever, but you shouldn't use that grass in your hair, it's not only ugly, but if it's not 4-leaf clovers, it will give you bad luck."
"Really?" Cody took off the crown and threw it away.
"Don't worry, man. I'm sure Bunny will give you enough luck," said DJ, winking.
Trent made a small smile. "I hope you two are right. As long as Gwen is fine, I don't mind who is the other finalist."
"As long as it isn't Heather," said Justin, frowning but recovering pretty soon.
"I don't like to bad mouth people, but that girl is a bad apple," said DJ, crossing his arms and nodding.
"Ok, you're right. I hope the eliminated one is Heather," Trent shrugged.
Justin tilted his head at DJ. "Also, I was wondering. Why are you sitting with us instead of your bass friends?"
"Because I was talking with Cody and ended up sitting here," said DJ, frowning. "Did I bother you?"
"Oh no, you're not the ugliest one, so I don't mind you being here," said Justin, making a sparkling smile.
DJ raised an eyebrow. "not the ugliest?"
"Don't think too much about it. Justin is praising you in his language. You'll get used," said Cody, patting DJ's arm.
At a different table, Geoff and Bridgette looked at DJ with worried expressions.
"Do you think DJ found out what happened to Bunny and is giving us the cold shoulder?" asked Geoff, biting his nails.
Bridgette then elbowed him, tilting her head toward Zeke.
"Oh, yes, I mean, hehe," said Geoff, blushing.
"If it's about the original bunny being eaten, don't worry, The Zeke also watched the episode," Zeke made a clumsy wink.
Duncan nodded. "The sexist is right. Instead of being here trembling, you should face DJ and tell him what happened."
"Hey! Zeke isn't sexist," said Bridgette before Zeke could protest. "He was only ignorant of how the world works."
"Calm down Malibu, it's only a joke," Duncan raised his arms defensibly. "Anyway, Geoff, you should face DJ, and the sooner, the better."
Geoff hit his hand with his fist. "YOU'RE RIGHT!" But as soon as he watched DJ joyfully carrying Bunny, he sat again. "I'll tell him tomorrow."
"By the way homies, where is Courtney?" asked Zeke, not noticing Geoff's drama, "shouldn't she sit with you?"
"Princess is still upset about what happened the night I arrived, just give her some time," said Duncan shrugging.
Bridgette looked daggers at him. "She wouldn't be so upset if you at least apologized after entering her room."
"What? Why should I apologize? I was fooled into entering her room!" said Duncan, crossing his arms.
"Yes, but I'm sure you realized it was her room before going to sleep," Bridgette pointed at him. "And you clowning her in the morning didn't help."
Duncan rolled his eyes. "You're overreacting. Geoff, help me here."
"Sorry bro, but I'm with Bridge in this one. You should apologize."
"I don't understand, eh, why you don't want to apologize?" asked Zeke, scratching his head.
"Because it will be fake if I say I'm sorry when I'm not actually sorry," said Duncan, huffing.
Bridgette glared at him. "Then are you 100% innocent? You really didn't know what would happen when you went to sleep?"
"Ok, ok, maybe I'm a bit guilty," Duncan ran his hand across his mohawk. "I'll think about it, ok?"
"That's the way to go bro! Let's apologize together, I'll apologize to DJ and you to Court," said Geoff offering him a fist bump.
Duncan rolled his eyes and gave him a weak fist bump. He really didn't feel like apologizing.
Meanwhile, Noah, LeShawna, Izzy, and Harold discussed tonight's elimination.
"… And that's why after a brief analysis, there is a 50% that Gwen loses the challenge, 45% that it's Heather, and 5% it's Owen," said Harold, taking a sip of water after finishing.
"Brief? You were talking for 10 minutes," said Noah raising an eyebrow. "I don't want to hear you doing a discourse."
Harold frowned and adjusted his glasses. "It was brief, I summarized the data, didn't give examples, and skipped debriefing the personality traits that helps Heather, Owen, and Gwen to perform in this challenge. A serious study would take at least 30 minutes."
"Anyway I hope you're wrong, and Gwen is the one who stays in the game," said LeShawna, crossing her arms.
"I'm not right or wrong, LeShawna, is statistics. It's only the chance for an event to occur, but in reality as long as the probability exists it can happen, even if most of the time it won't," explained Harold. Noah just rolled his eyes.
Izzy cackled. "Ahaha, anyway I agree that Owen has good chances. He's a beast, and I'm sure he can perform most of the dares … except licking jam from his belly button. I mean, I doubt he can do that, I, on the other hand…" She then sat on the floor and tried to lick her belly button, but her tongue was a few centimeters too short.
"Don't break your back, girl," LeShawna looked at Izzy with a worried frown. "Even then, I wonder who was eliminated."
Noah smirked. "It seems we'll find out right now. The boat of losers is here."
The 18 losers looked at the door and began to cheer when they saw Heather entering the room. The Queen Bee was wearing a red silk shawl over her head in addition to her usual skimpy outfit.
"YES! At last."
"I knew there was justice in this world."
"Hahaha, Gwen did it. She's on the finale."
"Isn't this a beautiful scene?"
"You reap what you sow."
"Karma is a bitch, you traitor wench."
Heather glared at everyone as Chef entered the room behind her. Next to him was a strong guy with sunglasses and a cowboy hat.
"Ok maggots, This is Robert, the new intern…"
"You can call me Rob," said the intern interrupting Chef.
The co-host glared at him. "Yes, Rob. Whatever, I hope he can stay the last 3 days! If something happens, the punk will be the new intern."
"What? Why me?" asked Duncan, frowning.
"Because I hate you," replied Chef huffing. "That's all, now go to sleep. The finale is in 3 days."
"Wait Chef," Zeke ran behind him as Heather walked toward the elevator, ignoring the other losers.
Eva smirked and stood up. "It seems we now know who couldn't complete the dares. I hope you're ready to pay for eliminating me."
"Wait Eva…" Katie and Sadie tried to stop her, but there was no use. Eva walked slowly toward the newly eliminated contestant.
"Back off muscle brain. I'm not in the mood for this," said Heather in a harsh tone, glaring at the strong woman.
"Oh, you have some spine? I like that. It'll make crushing you more enjoyable," said Eva, cracking her knuckles.
Heather gasped, her eyes widening. "Are you crazy? How will hitting me help you? You can't go back to the show, and I also lose my chance. We're both losers, and hitting me will only earn you a lawsuit for assault and battery."
"That's rich coming from you," Eva scoffed and cracked her knuckles. "Don't worry about me. I may have to pay a fine, but I'm sure it'll be worth it."
The elevator wasn't opening, and Eva was already next to Heather, so the Queen Bee needed to act quickly. She took a bottle of hair spray from her suitcase and used it on Eva's eyes.
"Argh!" shouted the European girl covering her eyes. "You're SO DEAD!"
Heather tried to run away, but Eva, even blinded, tried to catch her. The strong woman held the Queen bee by her shawl and pulled her.
"NOOOOO, STOP!" Heather's desperate shouts were ignored, and Eva accidentally took off her shawl.
Everyone gasped. No one in the room expected that, not even Lindsay, who made the dare.
Heather's head was badly shaved. Half of her hair was gone, with some tuft of hair here and there.
Most losers began to laugh, except Eva, Bridgette, and DJ. Bridgette was concerned even if she knew Heather probably deserved it, and DJ was scared of her.
"Ahaha, it's the third worst hairstyle I ever see."
"And I thought Duncan's hair was ugly,"
"You deserve it for being so mean."
"I wonder who shaved her? Because they should never work as a stylist."
"Haha, that's uglier than I could imagine."
Heather's face was red and contorted in hate. She ran toward the elevator, running away from the mocking crowd.
Eva stood there, watching the shawl in her hand.
"That's not the kind of revenge I wanted," said Eva, glaring at the elevator. For some reason, she didn't enjoy the show she unwillingly caused.
Meanwhile, outside the resort, Zeke was running behind the co-host.
"Hey Chef, wait, I need a favor," shouted Zeke, catching up with the big man.
"Look first boot, I'm tired and want to sleep, so I hope it's important," Chef glared at him, crossing his arms.
Zeke nodded. "It's important, I wanted to ask permission to do a party on the roof of the building."
"A party?" Chef scratched his head.
"Yes, a farewell party. We thought the roof would be a nice place," said Zeke, smiling.
Chef shrugged. "As long as you don't throw anyone off the roof, do what you want."
"Thanks Chef," said Zeke, giving him thumbs up. Chef just waved and continued walking toward the boat of losers.
"The party is the day after tomorrow. If you feel like it, you can come, eh!" said Zeke before starting to walk to the resort.
Chef raised an eyebrow and frowned, "are you inviting me to your lousy party?"
"Of course, you're part of the resort. You brought us here, remember?"
Chef blinked a couple of times, not expecting that."I'll think about it."
Zeke entered the resort, and the co-host took the boat of losers back to Wawanakwa. Chef hated those kids, but sometimes, just sometimes, they weren't that bad.
Only three days left. Maybe he would assist at the party after all.
And the last loser arrived to the island, only 3 days remain. What will happen at the party? Will DJ and Cody talk with Tyler? And can Zeke and Eva find the answers they are looking? Find out in the exciting last episode.
The first scene of the fic is also inspired by "The Art of Pretending It Isn't Your Fault" by Contemprina and StrayPhoenix. I thought about using some more scenes, but in the end decided against it because this fic is about the first boots, not Duncan and Courtney, but I may write a one-shot about the penthouse scene ;).
When I watched Triple dog dare you, I thought how amazing it would be to see how they came with the challenges, so I had a great time writing that scene. Poor Quinn, she couldn't endure so much grossness.
Thanks to everyone who wrote a review, we're at the end of the road. If you enjoyed this episode, please tell me your favorite part, or if reviewing isn't your style, at least mark the story as a favorite. Now let me reply the past week's reviews before ending the episode.
Guest: Lucky for Heather, Eva didn't expect the public humiliation, which saved the Queen bee from getting a beating.
Gman5846: Well, you were right, she was jump-scared :D.
Danifan3000:You predicted the episode quite well, it was about the dares ;). And Harold was lucky Courtney was angry at Duncan and didn't talk about her elimination.
MatiasND: One thing I tried to do in the story is how people change after being in the resort, and I think it showed at least for the first three.
DJ is just getting a bigger and bigger snowball. They need to improve their communication skills. And as you predicted, Courtney was furious.
Quinn survived the last one, but she didn't was strong enough to endure until the end. Let's wish Robert some luck.
Total Simaniac: Totally right, Courtney flipped out, but at least it didn't create more problems with Lindsay and Tyler.
Lindsay/Beth situation just turned weirder as Cody and DJ saw Sadie and Tyler in the gym. Also Quinn survived but not for long.
Finally I wanted to give Zeke some closure with Bridgette, so the idea was to make a moving and sad maybe they can still be friends.
Mortal01: I'm glad you are enjoying the story, personally, the NYC arc was also my favorite, including poor Zeke being left behind.
Thanks for reading and I hope you like it.
