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Episode 5: Alternate Plans, Confessionals, and Willis?

It was going on midnight and after the campfire ceremony, everyone just wanted to get ready to go to sleep. Gwen however wanted to punch something as she stomped towards the cabins with her boyfriend close behind, trying to console her.

"Babe? Gwen? Come on, don't be all upset." Duncan pleaded trying to grab her hands as she stomped angrily towards the cabins. Gwen stopped walking and spun on her heal showing she had tears in her eyes. Duncan placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close so his forehead rested on hers. "Okay, okay. I know this looks bad, but it's not going to fuck up the plan. I'm sure we can-"

"Duncan." The Goth said sternly cutting him off. "If I do anything to them and they try to lose on purpose to retaliate, then its game over for me. Don't you understand that? "

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen okay? I'll think of something." Duncan assured her.

Gwen frown stayed in place. "How? We are not on the same team anymore. There is nothing you can do." Then she sighed. "I just need a moment to think okay?" With that, Gwen gently pulled out of his grip and walked into the girl's cabin with her head hung.

Duncan sighed and looked down at his feet then he heard some giggling and turned to see Margi skipping circles around Courtney and Dakota as they were walking into their trailer. He caught Courtney's eyes for a moment long enough to send her a glare but she just frowned and looked the other way as she walked into the trailer.

Duncan raised a brow in confusion. What was with the constant brushing him off thing lately?

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Duncan: Okay normally I'm used to her glaring at me, yelling at me, even wanting to punch me in the nuts, but since that party, if I throw an insult she acts all calm. That's strange enough…but almost all day now she's been trying to blank me? No girl have EVER blanked me that's...just wrong…but whatever she won't be able to ignore me…I won't let her. Status: whyneedastatus

Gwen: This…is the worst! I can't believe Courtney dragged me onto her team… minus the whole Zeke zombie apocalypse, this whole Courtney being innocent thing with the show could just be a set up for her to win. I bet our so called "friend-ish ship" was just as big of a set up to make me look like the bad guy or something. Ugh! I don't know it just all feels so wrong. Status: Sour Heart

Courtney: Look the only reason I took Gwen was because I want to know why she is acting so nasty to me…Margi's a rookie in aura whispering…maybe she can figure out what her damage is…so I can fix it. If I can't, then I won't have to say I never tried. Status: Attempt to Mend

Dakota: Now that my entourage is gone, I'll need an ally on this team…two of my teammates seem to be decent enough that I'd be seen with in public and they value my potential :) with Gwen however…is overdue for a post makeover and attitude adjustment…so eliminating her leaves Courtney and Margi. So I guess it's time to start the "friending-ship process?" Is that what it's called? Status: New BFF's

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Margi's POV

Whelp. It happened. The dirty deed is done…I ate Gwen's marshmallow cabob. It was soooo yum and it had caramel filling! However, that's not the point.

Gwen is on our team now. It is the first teammate swap of the season. I do not fancy it too much though. Mostly out of confusion.

Not sure why Gwen is so, mad at Coco for. Courtney's masquerade was about as real as a cartoon character played by a girl with a soprano version of Emilie Claire Barlow's voice. She could sing just like her if she felt like it, but back to point.

If anything I thought Gwen and everyone else would be oodles relieved that the Courtney they put up with season two and three was just a character the writers changed from good-to-bad after season one to boast ratings. Then we would kill Chris and the producers for making her do such a thing then have a good laugh about it. Then this crap pie of flaming Courtney would stop already.

I was way, way, way, way, way, off. Sucks when I'm wrong but Coco says I learn more stuff that way.

It's not cool that no one EVER gets mad at the dick-wad host, or the producers, or Courtney's character writers. Well a few fans might have, and half the people here are trying to open their eyes to the universal truth, but sadly, not that many want to embrace that this is the realest fakest reality show ever.

I managed to read a tiny bit of Gwen's aura during the campfire ceremony and I think she is upset because she believes their friendship was just part of Coco's character; I found that info marinating around her heart. Moreover, she has a lot of 'I'm the victim' 'it all falls back down on me' 'I technically didn't do anything wrong' thing going on in there too. I take it Gwen has a slight habit of not owning up to things she gets involved in.

I saw something else about her possibly being paranoid that her bf might still have an interest in Courtney, but I do not wanna get ahead of myself. In training, Dawn said I must read the entire soul and await the facts then state conclusions.

Coco's character did in fact have some similarities to the real deal, but the Marg is not telling; I mean, what is the fun in spoiler alerts? Nothing that's what!

Right now, I was sitting on the closet bed in the now dark trailer. Well we had the wax head of Nick on and the skin, the eyeballs, and the teeth are glowing on top of the mini fridge, but it's not that bright though, just enough to see. Next to me was Courtney who is lying on her back again, glaring at her PDA. More chores I presume. My PDA has not vibrated my hip all day except a few times.

Leshawna wants me to do her hair and nails and Meg (Beth) wants me to give her a professional makeover. Easy. I have had worse challenges with Chris's hair, nails, teeth, clothes, etc. and I am a registered hair and make-up artist so that should be a synch.

Surprisingly DJ's Mother wants me to cook with her for all the courses, Breaky, Brunch, Lunch, Din-din, and even desert… not sure why cause she still does not like me.

Dakota's PDA has hardly buzzed since the paparazzi death. Speaking of the starlet of drama, she was rambling on about something-something, the paparazzi being gone blah, blah, blah…and sounded unsure of what to do next. She was rambling on to us and glaring at her PDA.

"So after the episode aired, the paparazzi who were on their way here saw it on the internet and texted me to say they've changed their minds and are driving back to the boats as we speak…so they say anyways. So now I'm stuck here for NO reason…and tomorrow I have to like, WORK! This is so not cool! This is even worse than like that one time when I accidently burnt my scalp with my straightening iron! Urrgh!" Dakota complained pacing around the trailer in circles.

I shook my head, if she keeps pacing like that, she will leave a rut in the carpet. That would be so old-school toon cool! Well except, we're humans, not cartoons…but that would so boss if we were!

"You shouldn't be worrying about working at all because I got a list of stuff to do from almost every other person here." Courtney said still sounding a little groggily.

"UGH!" Dakota groaned harshly while glaring at her PDA when it buzzed. "That Cody guy gave me something to do. He wants me to cheer for everything he does, while wearing that costume! Me! Do you know how hot it is during the day and how much stress- sweat that could cause? It is so much grosser than regular sweat. My make-up could run and get all sticky and my hair could get all shaggy from the humidity." She whined.

Man this is one headstrong chick. Even more than Courtney. She reminds me of one of those popular girls who are usually seen and liked for their money, not personality, so sad. That explains why she was a little surprised when Coco asked her to help us with the trailer.

Dakota then gasped. Wow still ranting. "Then someone might use that footage and make one of those mean videos of me like they did Courtney on YouTube and I'll end up getting an Anti-Dakota site named after me! Then I'll be ruined!" She ranted overdramatically while unfolding the pull-out couch and flopping down on her back then resting the back of her hand on her forehead.

I knitted my brows together. One thing that I can't stand is all this negativity and stereotyping bestowed on one another. I sound a wee bit hypocritical about it since I do really… I mean REALLY hate Chris and I am so close to saying I hate Heather too. This is weird for me because I almost never hated anyone or anything else in my entire life. I just very much dislike the harsh judgment and traits. Speaking of harsh people, there was a loud knock at the trailer door.

I sprang off the bed. "I gots it." I answered the door only to receive harsh greeting by Chef-itch who was holding our newly upgraded pompoms. Sheesh he could at least pretend to be happy to see me…Ha! Like that will ever happen.

I smirked at his scowl. "Somebody's looks a wittle, cwanky, ankey." I fake gasped. "Did Izzy not pop your cherry today? Ooh, need me to do it?" I teased making him scowl darken. Picking on Chef-itch is fun!

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," He barked. "You nasty 4 ft. 9 demon." He mumbles but loud enough so I would hear.

Ugh, I can't stand it when people try to use my shortness as an insult. Even Meg (Beth) is taller than me by just a sixteenth of an inch…if I don't have my heels on! Ha! Nevertheless, I don't let it get to me.

Besides, Courtney says my personality makes me seem tall enough to see the peak of space. If I were mentally any taller, I would see the edge of heaven. Makes sense to me so… shortness rules haters!

Chef shoved the six pompoms to me then looked over my shoulder at Coco. "Courtney! Chris needs to talk to you in the craft services tent! Let's go turd!" He barked making Courtney jump slightly before yawning, slowly getting up and walking out of the trailer with Chef-itch. "Keep your knees up soldier!" Chef yelled and I heard a small groan from her.

As they walked the re-donkey-lessly fancy craft services tent, (which Chef put up during the campfire ceremony) I spotted Duncan leaning on the railing of the guy's cabin, using his pocket knife to cut into the rail, staring at Courtney, focused on her…as if he was trying to read her mind. I tried that once and ended up making my face freeze with my lips puckered, my eyes crossed, and my brows furrowed for a week. That made for a bunch of epic hilarious photo. Hmm, Duncan's aura right now showed betrayal, anger, vengeance, and hiding beneath it was longing, a tiny sliver of it but I could be wrong.

I shrugged it off and closed the trailer door. I would normally stalk Coco's business convo's with Chris but meh, I'm too lazy and she would fill me in on the details later. This day has not gone too bad; despite killing a bunch of our undead friends to save our skins twice in one day and keeping one friend's head for research in a jar. That reminds me I need to examine why Willis is all swollenness…maybe I need to clean the water out.

I tossed the pompoms onto the carpet, ignoring the loud clanking sounds on impact from the hard wood floors built underneath and went to pick up Willis from the counter top, but then I froze and did a double take…I couldn't believe what I was seeing…Willis mutated while we were at the campfire ceremony. Freaking… like makes, my non-existing balls drop freaky.

Willis looks almost the size of a billiard ball. For some reason the entire eye is not as blood shot red as it was. The pupil is black again but the sclera is like pig skin pink, guess it's trying to turn white and what was left of the optic nerve…had grown four more bout from what it looked like seven inches and either I forgot to take my meds or one of those optic nerves are trying to move around a little. Fascination-nation. I like science, especially the study of the human body… thanks to my mom who is a pathologist and let me observe her usual tasks during work. Best. Shadow Day's. Ev-er.

"A-hem," Dakota huffed loudly snapping me back to reality. Huh, I must have tuned her out of my universe. Oops.

"Yes Dakota?" I asked turning to face her, while glance every second or two at the pickled pet in my hands.

"I was asking you why you were staring at that pickled eye so hard," Then she caught a good look at Willis, sat up and grimaced at his new form. "Did that thing get bigger…and twitchy?" Dakota asked while slowly getting up and stepping closer to look at it. "That eyeball isn't alive…is it?" She asked close to a whisper while taking a couple steps back.

"Hmm we're about to find out." I answered not taking my eyes of my mutated pet. I wonder what would happen if I let Willis out into a filled up sink…just for a short while.


No One's POV

Courtney sat on the stairs of the multi-massage shower while watching in annoyance as Chris paced back and forth looking at his monitors before finally glancing over his shoulder at her.

"Courtney," He began. "Your performance has resulted in many gruesome deaths and you're still having haters quarrel against some of the other campers and I have to say…" He then faced her with the biggest grin on his face. "That was fucking awesome!" He exclaimed. "When Heather threw that sleep grenade at you and when you picked Gwen to be on your team shocking everyone, wicked TV Grippling." He complimented.

Courtney's eyes widened. "Excusez moi?" she questioned, sounding very surprised.

Chris laughed. "Cut the French and open your ears. I checked the total drama website, and people are paying a lot of attention to you. You should see the reviews." He said then pressed a button and all five monitors had a bunch of typed reviews from different sites.

"Go ahead, take a look." Chris said, jerking his head once towards the screen. Courtney hesitated but slowly got up and walked to the monitors. "There not as hateful as before... now they're just plain cold." He added slyly with a smirk.

Courtney rolled her eyes at the host then glanced at the screen then squint her eyes at what each review said. The usernames blocked out with stars. Courtney kept reading the fan-talk comments and how many people debated their attention on her, whether it was positive or not. The anti-A-type skimmed though most of them because some of these comments were just rude. Some didn't even spell her name right.

*****************: I don't like Courtney, but I agree that.. She is feeling bad. And i'm not here to make a conflict or something. I think that the both sides of this history are feeling sad as well... Just saying my opinion. I think that the couples are way better when everything was like GxT - DxC. You guys may see that i'm a Gwen lover... I used to HATE Courtney... Now i'm just, you know, "ok, i don't like you." I think she's annoying. Just my opinion, Courtney fans can throw rocks on me. Plus, i'm team GxT.

********* ********: courtesy is hot and she is a slut and a bitch

***** *******: courtney is bossy

*************: I hope to dear God that Courtney doesn't win. I hate, hate, HATE her so much! She is such an annoying character! I'd rather see a "villain" win then her.

********: Courtney is a bitch! I meant she's jealous of Gwen and duncan.

********************** If duncan and gwen split this show will then have turned to shit. -_-* ALL THAT STUPID LOVE TRIANGLE SHIT FOR ANOTHER FUCKING BREAKUP?!

********: When is Courtney going to get voted off?

***** *****: I hate courtney and all you courtney fans you are crazy likeing courtney she is trying to change duncan and give gwen q break and duncan can date anyone he want he is 18 so leave duncan and gwen alone

*********** : to be honest I personnally think that Courtney is just a know-it-all version of Heather

That last comment made Courtney stop reading. "Chris, why the hell am I wasting my eyesight on this?" She furrowed her brows together. "How exactly is me being the talk of the show something I would like to see?" She demanded glaring at the host.

Chris was about to answer but Chef scoffed cutting him off. "He was running out of ideas for big surprises and your surprise just happens to fit the bill, so he wouldn't lose his overrated luxurious lifestyle. Because of this reaction, this is no longer a problem." He explained.

"Was not!" Chris whined. "I was letting this letting this preserve like wine, and I thought now it was the perfect time to take a drink." He fakes braggingly.

Chef rolled his eyes. "Bullshit excuse for this show is about to go bankrupt." He muttered.

Courtney sighed. "Well hell, I don't like it. Relebrities or not, the others and I are still human. We're not some tool to explode."

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Margi: I think I ate too many fuckin fruity lollipops or something ROFL but does anyone other than me noticed that we all only have like…four fingers per hand? Haha! I feel like I'm missing two fingers or something! *cyber gasp* I thinking the universe ate them! O.o Status: Warp-rush! ^_^

Dakota: Okay, I know I need an ally, but Margi and that eyeball are really starting to freak me out o.o When is Courtney coming back? Status: eek ._.

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Margi, with another lollipop in her mouth, leaned forward with her hands on the edge of the sink, filling it with cold water as she waited with her pink hand-cam up to her right eye recording for the now free Willis to make a move, a motion, a sign of life…other than the optic nerves twitching.

"Crackle you eye bod... damn you…crackle, flex, something…" Margi begged turning the sink off so it would not overflow, and then leaned down in anticipation.

Dakota, who objected to the idea, retreated to the couch while clutching a pillow just stared at her with wide eyes. "Uh Margi, maybe we're just tired or something. Like maybe your just seeing thing-"

"NO!" Margi shouted making the starlet flinch then turned her attention back to the eyeball when she heard a splashing sound. "Wait…he's mooo- viiiing." Margi singsong in a hush tone. That gave Dakota a chill up her spine.

Willis however wiggled his optic nerves more from Margi's singing. "Oooh, musical sounds cause you to move…well then again since you were Bri's eye, she may have been a big girl but she sure loved dancing to music." She added then froze with a blank expression on what she just said before running to her trunk, yanking it open and started digging through it.

Dakota looked confused. "Uhhh, Margi, what are you doing?" She asked nervously while knitting her brows in suspicion.

Margi pulled out her IPod and her mini speakers then smirked at Dakota. "Something that just my break the laws of the human body functions." She chirped looking through her playlist. "Ah, here we go." She muttered before pressing play and on came "Silver Screen Shower Scene" (Hellfire Society Remix).

Sweet seduction in a magazine,
endless pleasure in a limousine,
in the back shakes a tambourine,
Nicotine from a silver screen

Willis's optic nerves twitched more and when the music tempo picked up he started kicking around more causing the spiceberry to back up giving the eyeball some space, with her camera up to her eye.

Sweet seduction in a magazine,
endless pleasure in a limousine,
in the back shakes a tambourine,
Nicotine from a silver screen

"Come on you beautifully disturbing creature…rise." Margi whispered as a menacing smirk grew on her face.


"All likes and dislikes aside, mostly dislikes, time to talk some business." Chris said in a serious tone sitting down in his roller chair and slowly rocking him back and forth. "I heard that Margi said she's going to help you with whatever chores the others gave you…" He trailed turning to the enigma.

Courtney shrugged. "Yeah...so?"

"Yeah, not happening." Chris ordered shaking his head no. "Whatever job is given to you, YOU do on your own. No exceptions. I can't afford to lose any anti-Courtney viewers. If Margi or Dakota…well if Margi helps you, I raise your debt." He warned her.

Courtney couldn't believe what she just heard. "What?! Chris, some of these "requests" are insane and hard for just one person to do at one time!"

"Oh, so I guess you want me to add another two hundred-thousand more dollars to you debt sister." Chris said now glaring at her. "That covers all the zombie media sponsorships, your weapons, everyone's upgrades, necessities, lack of anti-Courtney club appreciation, blah, blah, what the fuck ever. Either way it all fall on your head."

Courtney gasped. "But…but…that's not fair!" She stammered.

Chris smirked evilly. "Neither is life but I got over that too. Besides, you signed the contract and just happen to miss that tiny fine print within the fine print, need I remind you?"

"Fuck no; I don't need a reminder." She answered quickly, crossing her arms.

Chris pulled a folder out from behind his back and shook in mockingly in his hand in front of her face. The he pulled out a ten page contract stapled together and a picture of Courtney and Margi attached on the front with a paper clip. Courtney's eyes darkened.

"I still remembered the shocked look on your face when you didn't see," Chris took out a magnifying glass and flipped to the last page and held it up over the fine print, showing tiny words wedged between the lines. "This part of the contract. Remember?"

Courtney sighed heavily and closed her eyes. "Yes…it stated that I would receive a twenty percent payment for each episode aired in order to pay for my character's expenses. Also to keep out of debt I had to cause everyone after season one to believe I was the "New Heather" by being pushy, bossy, selfish, scheming, like her only more preppy. That also required I had to make myself the center of attention every episode I was featured." She opened her eyes and look at her feet. "I did in fact cause myself to be just as mean as Heather according to most of the fan base…" She trailed off.

"But…" Chris edged on taping the folder in his hand. Courtney hated it when Chris gave her this talk. Reminding her why she's here in the first place. This conversation usually led up to her having to do something else insane for Chris.

Courtney sighed angrily. "But, because of season two through three I was provided with necessities for my health and disguise, transportation, medical expenses and complimented with every interaction with the cast and the fans response, all of it came out of the twenty percent…Chris why are we going through this again? I know what the deal is."

"To reminder you why you're really here so you know your place, because your starting to let that slip from your brain again." Chris said before ushering her to continue. "Therefore…" He eased out leaning back in his seat, putting the folder down on the control panel.

Courtney growled while balling her fists and locked eyes with the smug host. "Therefore, not only were Margi and I not able to fulfill the payment of the contract home free, we're also over two million dollars in debt and more money can and will be added for everything that is costing the producers and the host." She finished then crossed her arms and raised her brow suspiciously. "Now what do you want this time?" She demanded.

Chris put his hands up in a lazy shrug. "What makes you think I want something?" He asked in a fake innocent tone.

"Don't play dumb with me; every single time you make me give this speech, which has extended over time, show me comments from the audience and pull out the files…you want me to do something outrageously dangerous, mean, rating boosting or all the above." Courtney snapped back.

"You really do know me that well huh?" Chris laughed before getting up and snaking an arm around her waist, making the anti-prep scrunch her nose in disgust. "That's why, I Christopher Mclean, the best host ever, am going to make an offer you can't refuse…because I know you won't want to."

Courtney narrowed her eyes to a slit then sighed. "What's the catch for me this season?" She asked sternly trying to pull out of Chris's grip, only to be pulled closer which made her frown deepen.

"You're almost too smart to be an intern…almost. Let's just say you're going to be earning your way out, if you live through it that is." Chris said tauntingly before pressing another button on the control panel showing different areas of the town past the wall, crawling with all kinds of infected. "Now let talk…bounty hunting…well in your case zombie hunting."

Courtney raised a brow. "The zombie bounty hunting say what now?" She asked finally pulling out of his grip.


In the inside of the girl's cabin, like the guys, the middle of the cabin was removed so it was one big room with two doors. But everyone divided themselves to each side with their team members. On one side were Bridgette, Sierra, Lindsey, and Izzy; on the other side Leshawna, Gwen, Heather, Beth, and Eva. Mama DJ went to the communal washroom and her suitcase was on the bottom bunk under Lindsey.

"Gwen I can't believe she picked you to be on her team; I was getting worried she was about to eliminate you on the spot." Leshawna said taking a seat on the bottom bunk. "The only good that came from it is that is Katie and Sadie leaving."

Gwen laid on her back on the top bunk (in her black pjs) with her hands behind her head. "Did you see how quick she was to pick me? What as if now Courtney trying to tick me off by separating Duncan and I like that? Now I have to play the game with her and if we lose, I guess that'll be the last day you'll see me." She assumed then turned on her side facing the wall.

Leshawna shook her head. "Well now that you and Courtney are on the same team, girl you betta watch your back."

Bridgette scoffed at their comments, sat down on her bottom bunk, and started unpacking her blue bag. "I can't believe you all are still mad at her; I mean she saved our lives twice in one day." She pointed out.

"But the first time she saved us, Chris ordered her to do it and the second time was so she could win the challenge." Beth said as she put on her pale green nightgown on the top bunk next to Gwen and Leshawna's bunk.

"But she could have been killed doing all that." Bridgette added. "She even felt bad about it since some of those people were her friends."

"Bambi is right. Imaginary Courtney has feelings just like us." Lindsey butted in. "Same worries about black heads and ashy complexions too." The girls just stared at her except for Izzy.

Izzy was playing with the blonde's hair. "Yeah Lindsey might make a point and even though Margi could break all of our necks with her legs in a heartbeat, I would tots trust her with my life." She said smiling widely, causing all the girls the stare at her awkwardly. "What?"

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Izzy: Yeah Margi is totally my universe mate. Okay? I can totally feel her vibes like right now she's feeling so Dr. Frankensteinalicious Status: psychotic ESP

Margi: I'm the M to the A-R-G-I to the Fig…ero and can't nobody be a mad scientist with boobies this big! Status: Frankensteinalicious

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Eva spoke up to break the silence. "Psh, yeah Courtney seemed so trust worthy when she chopped her "friend" Rachel's head clean off and kept it as a trophy." She said sarcastically as she sat on the bottom bunk under Beth, lifted one dumbbell from her gym bag, and started pumping iron in a slow pace. "What would she want with an infected head anyway?"

Leshawna glanced at the body builder. "Girl, when do you ever take a break from the exercise equipment?"

Eva rolled her eyes. "Better question; when do you ever take a break from applying that weave tied to your scalp?" She said in her usual mutual harsh tone.

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked with her hands on her hips.

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Leshawna: Eva may be on my team, but she might want to watch what she says to anyone this season because we're all here to win. Not be mouthed off to and dismissed. No one dismisses me. Status: Shawny don't play

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Eva ignored her and glanced at everyone else on the opposite side of the room. "So what's with you all and the forgiveness and shit? If anything you'd think Courtney should pay, so should her lesbian friend." She said her harsh tone worsen slightly.

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Bridgette: I think the girls are overreacting to the wrong subject. We're forced into a fourth season of this show and there's a zombie apocalypse out there and all some of the girls are worried about is Courtney just because she worked for Chris. Status: Catty stereotypes

Geoff: Okay Duncan dude is still got some messed up motive against Courtney. I thought Courtney being cooler than she was would call for one big party but, when you think about how many people hold a grudge…it's kinda heavy on her man. Status: harsher mellow

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In the guy's cabin all the guys were in their bunks, asleep and snoring. All except Duncan who was on the bottom bunk near the window, just like Heather, looking out with his binoculars. He could barely see inside the trailer and could only see the back of Courtney's head talking to Chris inside the tent. He then let out a frustrated growl when she walked further into the tent out of his vision.

Geoff who was on the top bunk above him had his pillow over his head, trying to tune out Duncan's exasperating sounds.

"Duddde… just go to sleep and let it go already." The party boy mumbled before he yanked the pillow off his face. "So what if Courtney picked Gwen to be on her team. It's not like she killed her or anything."

"She's up to something; she playin' games in my head again bro. I just know it." Duncan accused in a whisper as he adjusted his binoculars.

"Or… she could be getting ready for all that work she has tomorrow." Geoff whispered sounding irritated. He let out an exasperatingly sigh then rolled onto his stomach and slamming the pillow over his head.

Duncan paused for a moment. "…I can't figure her out. She decides not to eliminate Heather after what happened during the challenge, and then she takes away Gwen just to tick me off... then she blanks me. It's driving me crazy." He whispery hissed.

Geoff sighed pulling the pillow from over his head again. "Dude, you can believe that your natural order is meant to be the way it was all you want, ya' know with you making Courtney mad and her responding harsh like… but Courtney is stepping out of that character phase and trying to go on with her life. Just deal with it already man…before you screw things up again."

Duncan lowered his binoculars on that statement and raised a brow. "What do mean by again?"

"Don't play dumb dude; all the guys know the reason you kissed Gwen was not only to score double gold at the babe Olympics…but also, to get under Courtney's skin for every bad thing she's ever done to you." Geoff whispered yanking the pillow off his face.

"I didn't use Gwen to get back at Courtney…I just, had a lot of time to think while I was away and I wanted to be with someone who cared about me, not about changing me." Duncan whispered with slight hesitation.

Geoff rolled his eyes. "That's total bullshit now man. Chris probably put her up to that too. Besides, you wouldn't let this change get to you so hard unless you wanted attention. I've hung around you long enough to know your juvenile style dude. When things don't go how you expect it, you won't stop until your outlook on things are the way, you see it." He finished before his eyes grew heavy, he let out a yawn before drifting back to sleep.

Duncan remained silent for a moment before looking through his binoculars again. "Whatever." He muttered.

On the on the other side of the room, Alejandro, who slept on a top bunk (in a sleeping bag) had an eye winked an eye open as he listened in on the two guys conversation. Then he tucked himself further into his sleeping bag as he took out his PDA.

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Alejandro: Hmm, when Duncan wanted Heather, Leshawna, Harold, Cody, Gwen, and I to join his alliance to take revenge on Courtney and use her to our advantage in this game, I thought that was the purpose. I am starting to see… other reasons. Status: opened eyes

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Bridgette sighed. "Girls we barely even know Margi. Sierra and Alejandro were new to the show too and we didn't automatically dislike them."

Leshawna crossed her arms. "But Alejandro turned out to be evil and Sierra turned out to be… well…what you see is what you get." She said gesturing to the uber-fan who was oblivious to the conversation as she was 'typing' on her pizza box and "clicking" with her rat.

Heather who was on the bottom bunk bed (her suitcase on the top bunk) in front of the window, looking through it with her binoculars at the crafts services tent scoffed. "You assume that Courtney is all good and trying to nice to us and bullshit, and yet Chris confirmed we know nothing about her, she has and still does work for him, and has dirt on us that she could use as an advantage during the whole game."

"Heather actually does have a point Bridgette. No one but Chris, Chef and that new girl Margi knows anything about her." Leshawna said slipping on her pink silk nightgown. "Not even you know anything about her."

Heather then lowered her binoculars and frowned at the surfer. "Besides, some of us only care to be nicey-nice with Courtney so they can blog about her, Sierra." She added causing the super fan, which was on the bottom bunk next to Bridgette's to look up from her pizza box.

"That is so untrue." Sierra huffed then looked down at her pizza box again. "I wonder what Courtney had to do to hide all that hair and the piercings, and the tattoo on her left butt cheek each week, how could I had missed that..." Then she looked up to see Bridgette giving her a skeptical look. "What?"

Heather smiled smugly. "Case in point." She stated then continued looking out then smirked when something or a couple of someone had caught her attention. "Ooh, now what is this?" She wondered aloud getting the other girls attention. "Well Bridgette, you might want to hold your faith card on Courtney for just a little longer." She said slyly causing all the other girls to crowd around the windows.

Outside, Courtney and Chris were walking to the trailer and talking. Well Chris was talking and Courtney was carrying a medium size box in her arms. The on the side the box is titled, "Internship Profiles".


"Well Grippling, I've explain the whole plan to you…now you just got to pitch it to your teamzeez… and by teamzeez, I mean Margi and Dakota. Gwen is terrible at keeping secrets. I mean you were there for season two and three." Chris said before facing the intern. "So, intern, do we have a done deal?"

"If the three of us take this job, then we'll have to be more secretive than before. Secrets lead to nothing but bad karma." Courtney said looking down at the box in her arms.

"But, you would have paid my debt in full by the end of the season so you leave when every last penny paid." Chris countered. "Ain't life full of tough choices?" He then noticed Courtney unsure look as she continuously stared at the box. "Tell you what, I'll let you pitch it to the others, and give you tomorrow and the day after to think about it. Cool?"

Courtney glanced at Chris then slowly nodded.

Chris smirked. "Good," The host turned to walk away but turned around. "Oh and Grippling? Tell your friend Ray that next time he wants to be inconspicuous, try not using your PDA… ya' know, around the other campers. They're getting a tad suspicious." He pointed out while jerking his head towards the cabins before walking to his tent.

Courtney raised a brow in confusion, then she slowly turned around to see some of the girls (and Duncan) looking out of their windows, only to quickly retreat from it when the enigma spotted them. Courtney knitted her brows together before glaring at realization of their actions and stomping up the trailer stairs.

Did they really think that low of her? Instead of talking to her, they spy on her? They still did not trust her, just as Chris always told her; she would be the character known as the annoying cutthroat backstabbing character no one will e-ver trust, even out of character the same rules apply. Courtney clutched the trailer door handle tightly as those thought flooded in her head before letting out an exasperating sigh.

"Courtney!" An elderly female voice yelled. Courtney spun around to see Mama DJ, who was in front of the girl's cabin, was in her purple nightgown with her hair up in rollers and a light blue mud mask on her face. "You be sure to remind that friend of yours that she better be on time for making breakfast! Call time is 5 AM sharp!" She said in a warning tone.

Courtney inhaled a deep breath trying to avoid executing an eye-roll. "I will ma'am. She'll be there on time." Courtney really just wanted to go into the trailer where life 'hopefully' made sense.

"See that she does." Mama DJ replied before entering the cabin and turning the lights on. "What are you girls doing? Shouldn't you all be asleep? This ain't no time for a slumber party and what's with the revealing pajamas-" She kept ranting on then slammed the door shut as her voice could be heard echoing inside the cabin.

Courtney shook her head then went into the trailer while trying to pull out a file folder. But just as she close the door behind her loud music started playing. Courtney snapped her head up from the box to see Margi dancing and singing to "Empire State Human" which would have been normal if it was not for the dancing eyeball on the counter top.

Since I was very young, I've realized

I never wanted to be human size

So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams

They just remind me of how small I am

Margi swayed her hips to the beat of the song as she sang along with the camera pointed to Willis who kept jumping in and out of the sink and hoping around on his optic nerves almost in a break dancing form. Dakota was staring at them with wide eyes while sitting on the clutching a pillow.

Because of this longing in my heart

I'm going to start the growing art

I'm going to grow now and never stop

Think like a mountain, grow to the top

Courtney out of shock dropped the box with a loud -thud- getting a frighten Dakota's attention.

Dakota sprung off the couch and grabbed Courtney by her arm. "Please tell me I am not the only one seeing a dancing eyeball?" She pleaded.

Courtney just looked at her then looked at Margi and Willis who didn't even notice her coming in.

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall

As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall

And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl

Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall- -Click!- Courtney had yanked out mini-stereo cord. Willis ended up stumbling around on top of the counter top when the music stopped.

"Huh?" Margi stopped dancing and looked at Courtney. "Coco, when did you get here?"

Courtney didn't answer as she stared at the pet eyeball that was now standing on four of his optic nerves on top of the counter with water dripping off him, shaking nervously. "Margi…what…is that?" She asked quietly.

Margi raised a brow in confusion. "What you talkin' bout Coco?" Then she looked at her pet eyeball that was crawling around on the counter. "Ohhhh, him. It's just Willis. He had a growth spout." She said smiling.

"How?" Courtney asked slowly approaching the sink and eyeing the infected eyeball.

Margi went to the sink, slowly picked up the now petrified eyeball and cradled him in her hands. "Well… Bri always did like to dance, and Willis he responds to music the most so whatever body part gave way from Bri mutated into a music respondent meaning she was a unique infected; a slightly weak-ish one since the mutation was kinda slow but unique regardless." She explained while wiggling a finger at Willis only for him to wrap an optic nerve around it.

Courtney said scratching her chin. "Well I guess it's a good thing I burnt her body earlier today. Otherwise Bri would have sprung up on the first sound of music." She said then looked at Willis again. "Well, it doesn't look harmful…" She eased out examining the eyeball as it shook slightly in Margi's hands.

Dakota slowly approach them while narrowing her eyes at the mutant creature. "I guess it's kind of… fugly cute." She said uneasily.

Margi knitted her brows together. "So…can I still keep Willis?" Courtney and Dakota glanced at each other and then stared at the eyeball. "Please…I swear I'll take good care of him." She begged with her puppy eyes.

Courtney looked at the eyeball for a moment or two then sighed. "I suppose, you can keep him but he's your reasonability." She answered then knelt down to pick up the files box and sat it on the closet bed. Then she went into her trunk to pull out her PJ's.

Margi stopped listening after "keep him" as she was grinning ear to ear. "Fuck me! This is the coolest thing ever! Those girls back home, with their tiny pets in their purses got nothing on me! My pet is cute as disturbia!" She squealed as she cuddled Willis near her cheek. The eyeball wiggled his optic nerves excitingly as he looked in random directions.

Dakota who looked disgusted at the eye took two steps back. "Suuurre. Just keep it out of my hair and I won't accidentally kill it."

"Dealzees." Margi agreed then turned to Courtney. "So you gonna explain that bounty hunting job we have to do or what?"

Courtney's eyes went wide. "How'd you know I was going to tell you that?"

Margi smirked widely as she went to the sink and scooped up some water with Willis's jar before placing the eyeball inside. "Aura whisperer hunch. Plus I'm your lifelong friend so your soul is easy to read." She giggled. "So, what's the game plan for us interns this time Coco?"


The girls changed into their pajamas, Courtney in her usual pink pajama bra with some cleavage and her entire naval showing as pink booty pajama shorts with her pink blindfold pushed up on her forehead and her hair in a low loose bun. She was looking at her two fellow interns, waiting for a response.

Dakota wore a hot pink pajama tank top, hot pink boy-shorts and as Courtney also had a light pink blindfold pushed up on her forehead. She was skeptically staring at the box full of intern profiles that sat in the middle of the bed while at the same time filing her nails.

Margi wore her grey short bunny eared hat on her head with all of her hair (except her bangs) tucked in, her grey skintight pajama tee with her belly button (with a round pink belly button ring) exposed, and her white string bikini underwear, with a grey fluffy bunny tail on the butt. She placed Willis back into the jar and was watched him swim around inside his container that sat on her lap.

They were all sitting on the closet bed trying to process what Courtney just told them.

Margi broke the silence with a sigh. "I don't know about this Courtney. You are talking about Chris giving us an easy way out here; he never EVER gives us an easy way out. I sense something isn't right about this."

Dakota stopped filing her nails. "Okay, so, run this by me again. What exactly do we have to do?"

Courtney sighed and crossed her arms. "I already told you, Chris wants us to find and kill every infected intern, take a pic or video of their new form and if we can bring back one body part for good measure." She said reaching into the box and pulling out a file that had the name "Rachel" on the front with a picture of her clipped to the folder.

Courtney opened the folder and inside was Rachel's profile and contract. "Like Rachel, depending on who we kill Chris will lower our debt by the value of that person. Killing Rachel, Margi filming her and keeping her head is worth one thousand dollars. Now our debt is down to two million and ninety-nine thousand dollars."

Margi furrowed her brows together suspiciously. "That's a little fucked up Coco, I mean, our friends having prices on their heads? Our debt no longer goin' up and us lower it per kill? That is a new low even for Chris. What do we do if we find some of our friends out there are alive? Ya' know like Ray?"

"Then we bring them back here if they want to come back with us." Courtney said with a shrug.

"Why do I have to be involved in this? I don't share this debt with you two." Dakota stated dully while looking at her nails.

"Chris figured you'd say that, he said if you agree to do this with us, he'll award you with cheesy tabloid fame to get your name out faster." Courtney said earning the full attention of the starlet squealing afterwards.

"Are you serious?!" Dakota asked loudly as she practically hyperventilating. "As in he could make me famous overnight serious?!" She squeals grabbing Courtney by the shoulders and shaking her a bit.

Courtney winced from her reaction and pulled Dakota's hands off her shoulders. "Yeah… he can."

"Question." Margi piped up raising an index finger. "Besides paying our debt, Dakota getting fame time, and me getting to snag infected people parts…by the jar loads…" She trailed smirking evilly into space then rapidly shook her head, snapping out of it. "What is the catch to this too good to be true snatch?" She asked narrowing her golden hazel eyes at her best friend.

"Well for starters, everyone else can't know about this." Courtney stated sternly. "We can't go spreading the plan around otherwise everyone is going to think we're getting ahead of the game or something when we're really just doing our jobs Chris gave us."

Margi raised a brow. "Hmm…what happens if we say no?"

"Then we have to survive a whole season of being servants to people whose brains are still locked in reality-showitis and killing zombies that used to be all of our friends then hope we don't get bitten while playing all while risking Chris adding more money to the debt if we misbehave such as pranking the other campers Margi." Courtney stated raising a brow at the spiceberry then looked at Dakota. "That also means no tabloids for you either." She added causing the starlet to gasp dramatically and start hyperventilating again.

"How about," Margi cut in. "We just think about it and give Chris an answer the night before…I mean it's two days doin' stuff for the others before the next challenge day. I mean how bad could it right?"

Courtney looked down at her PDA in her hand. "You don't know the half of it, Marg."

Margi glanced at her own device for a moment before looking up. "So, you think Ray is done fighting zombies by now?" She asked trying to change the subject.

Courtney's PDA buzzed. It was Ray's number. "I guess that answers the question." The enigma answered and put it on speaker. "Ray?"

"Courtney? Margi? Dakota? You three alone?" Ray asked.

"I take it your listening to Chris advice." Courtney said.

"Yes that's my fault, now listen ladies; I don't trust Chris's plan, but I don't want that stupid debt to be a useful blackmail for Chris to mess with you either…I think you should take the offer." Ray said as rumbling sounds came from the background. "Man these guys smell like shit!" He huffed.

Margi raised a brow. "More dead bods?"

Ray sighed. "Yeah well it's just a couple of walkers and a thug infected that were wandering around and caught my scent, no big deal…now I just need to burn them inside the pool to get rid of the stank."

"Ooh you're near a pool? Where?" Dakota ask eagerly. "I could totally use the side of a pool for a photo shoot season." She then noticed Courtney and Margi's looking at her dully. "What? Too off topic?"

On the other end, Ray let out a chuckle. "Well if you want to know I'm at as of now secured Playa De Losers; luckily the camera control tower on the third floor still works fine. Unfortunately, I had to use the pools as a giant furnace incase anymore walkers wander their way over here."

"Damn." Dakota huffed pouting and folding her arms.

"You set fire to an entirely huge pool? Lucky! All I've ever set fire was Chris's toilet in one of his trailers for a prank." Margi said.

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Chris: So that is why the toilet in my old trailer shot fire out of it when I flushed it…I thought it was something wrong with my prostate v.v Status: pooper

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"I bet Katie and Sadie don't like that too much since they always hung out at the smoothie bar in the pool." Courtney pointed out.

There was a short pause before Ray spoke again. "Uhh, yeah…they would be a pain, if they were here, I guess." The girls exchanged confused glances.

"What do you mean if they were there Ray?" Courtney asked putting emphasis on the 'if'.

"My if means I'm all by my lonesome in what used to be a fancy resort. Now it is a flaming pool trap of deceased infected bodies that smell like ding-dong death...it's not bad after a while. But still, not exactly the place for the weak of heart to live." Ray said.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute…Katie and said aren't with you?" Courtney asked suspiciously clutching her PDA with both hands.

"Not a living soul came near this place yet. Just me. This is weird because the squeaky twins were supposed to be here an hour ago. I even had my wax earplugs ready. I gave up waiting and decided to barbeque some hotdogs over the pool furnace. " Ray said.

Margi frowned. "Man Ray you yacko! You get to play with a hand-made furnace that used to be a pool and you can barbeque food and zombies in it! No fair! You get to have all the fun with fire and we're stuck here with Chris Mcjizz, Chef-itch and nosy-nipples Heather!" She pouted holding onto her pickled pet.

On the other end Ray laughed. "Nosy-nipples, I gotta remember that one. Ha-ha-ha! However, on a positive note you have a new pet. Very fascinating that Willis mutated. I should dissect it for research." He muttered the last sentence, but the spiceberry heard him.

Margi growled. "Like hell you are! Just because I dissected your dog that one time to watch it's heartbeat, does not grant you the-"

"You did what to my dog?" Ray interrupted. "Is that why he all the sudden had stitches the day before he was taken home?!" Ray asked loudly.

Margi eyes went wide. "Um…noooo?" She eased out.

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Yacko, and dot. Focus please, subjects Katie and Sadie missing, ring any bells?" She reminded sternly.

"Well I couldn't see them after the exited the mouth of the harbor. The cameras only go so far." Ray said. "Maybe he decided to take them home…or something."

"But I thought Chris doesn't send anyone home for real, just like temporary placed somewhere else to watch the rest of the season until the finale. That's what I saw on TV." Dakota said, scratching her head.

"I agree with the starlet. No one ever goes home for realzees." Margi said tugging on one of her bunny ears.

"I could go out in the field; see what I can find." Ray suggested. "Till then I'd worry about that offer, not to mention all that work tomorrow and the day after. Get some sleep. I call again if I find anything. Night girls."

"Awwh," Margi pouted. "Nighty Ray-mon-do."

"Night." Dakota said, even though she was really paying attention to her face in the compact mirror.

"Thanks and night Ray." Courtney said then hung up and looked at her two teammates. "If they're not at Playa De Losers, then where could they be?"

Margi shrugged. "Don't know…but the universe is shifting again…I got a bad feeling this game is going to be one hell of a ride for here on in. But then again I am just a rookie so I could be wrong right? There's probably a positive outlook somewhere…" She said smiling sheepishly then looked down at her lap. "Just not here." She muttered.


Katie and Sadie were still on the boat of losers looking very bored as they were still riding alongside the edge of the island before turning into the dark, fogy, mucky, green swamp.

Katie let out a groan, sat her elbow on the side of the boat, and rested her head in her hand. "How much longer? We have like totally been out here forever. I wanna get to the spa already." She whined.

"Oh my god, seriously I am sooo bored." Sadie agreed, rubbing her eyes. "And sleepy." She and Katie let out a yawn simultaneously.

Katie dug in her pocket and pulled out a pink origami square. "Wanna play magic square?"

Sadie shook her head no. "We played that like ten times already." She paused to yawn. "Besides I just want to sleep."

Katie frowned at her paper fold. "Well I want to stay awake so I don't fall asleep on the boat and like get stuck on here like that time we went on that three day cruise with our school and you used all the sun screen and I feel asleep for three hours in a lounge chair then woke up with a sun burn." She said quietly but harshly.

"I had to go the bathroom Katie." Sadie countered.

"For three hours?" Katie asked now glaring at Sadie.

"I had explosive diarrhea from the food at the buffet!" Sadie yelled now glaring back at Katie.

"Well duh, no one eats the lunch food on Monday. Monday's suck!" Katie said with an eye roll.

"Why didn't you warn me? Oh wait, I know why, because you wanted me out of the way so you could talk to that really hot guy who worked as a host on the cruise and have him all to yourself!" Sadie spat in Katie's face.

"Did Not!" Katie yelled now standing up.

"Did Too!" Sadie yelled back, getting up and balling her fist.

"PUTUHS!"The driver of the boat yelled before coughing a few times. (SHUTUP!)

"Huh?" The two girl questioned simultaneously as they looked towards the source of the sound from the bow.

The driver said nothing more as he stopped the boat in the middle of the swamp where there were many green vines; willow trees and the fog bank thicken. It was quiet, eerie quiet. The two girls looked around in confusion.

"Uh driver, this isn't our stop." Sadie said getting a bit nervous.

"Oh, I believe it is…eh." A familiar male voice said. The figure inside the bow stepped out of the shadows and Katie and Sadie gasped.

"EZEKIEL!" The two screamed while holding onto each other and took a few steps back.

"Oh don't waste your breathing, eh. No one cun, hear ya…and don't worry, I'm not going to bite you, yet." Ezekiel slowly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, in an instant, one infected tall muscular thug sprang out of the water and landed with a loud –thud- right behind the terrified wonder twins who jumped and spun around facing the tall creature. He also had thick vines clutched in his hands as if to use for tying something, or someone up.

"You two can scream all you want, yo… after I win the finale." Zeke his as he smirked at the frightened girls. "!'me gab dna 'me gag woN" He commanded the thug. (Now gag em' and bag em'!)

AN: Phew I am so happy to be off from school for the holidays.

Margi: Awww mutant Willis is soooooo soo so cute! (cuddles the eyeball)

Courtney: I can't believe it…we're damned if we win or lose the game.

Me: BTW you two are probably gonna hate me next chappy

Courtney: Why? What are planning?

Me: Can't tell you sowwie

Courtney: Then why bring it up?

Me: Cause I'm nice but evil ;)

Courtney: That's makes no sense.

Me: Neither did the writers of Total Drama All-Stars…which btw. I'm still pissed. Anyways. Review, Fav, Follow Please and Thank you :) (feels something crawling on my leg, looks down and see's Willis) Ahhh! (Runs around screaming) Get him off! Get him off!

Margi: (Chases after me with the jar in her hands) Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!