"Last time on Total Drama Island our final six paired off into three groups of two. Which we chose for them haha. It was a three part special for our challenge where a team only had to win two parts to win immunity for the both of them. However, each team managed to only win one challenge. Leading to a tie-breaker challenge where Ryan and Scott, despite their obvious rivalry, managed to win the tiebreaker and immunity. Ultimately in a five to one vote Marilyn, despite her efforts, was sent packing after a great run. Five are left. Who will be eliminated in the most dramatic bonfire ceremony yet? Find out on this episode of TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!"
"Hey Heather, we're good right?" Ryan asked Heather, jogging up to her as they moved to the Mess Hall.
"Yeah, why wouldn't we be?"
"Well it's just because you've got Leshawna and she probably has Scott, so I'm just a bit worried I'll be cast to the wayside."
"You have nothing to worry about. I'd much rather you and Brick around. I feel like our chances are a lot better against each other than the other two."
"Alright, but hey don't fault me for being nervous."
"I don't, but you shouldn't be."
Confessional, Ryan
Heather is quite literally in a perfect position. Which props to her, she managed to make herself the middle man despite being obviously paired with Leshawna all season. Hopefully though she can go back to her pre-merge form and betray Leshawna.
Confessional, Heather
Ryan is entirely justified to be worried. I do think I can beat Brick. But beating Ryan? That'd be like me trying to climb a mountain with a giant condor on it…. Actually wait I'd probably succeed at that. But that's besides the point it'd be really hard. But so would going up against Leshawna. However I think I could beat Scott with a good jury performance so we'll see.
"We're good right?" Leshawna asked Scott as she sat down next to him in the Mess Hall.
"Good as in?"
"As in you won't vote me out."
"I won't get over your blindside of Duncan…"
"But…"
"But, I know it had to be done at some point. He was just too much of a threat."
"For a punk he sure didn't piss anyone off."
"Yeah. But with him and Marilyn gone the threats are dwindling."
"To be fair I think everyone left is a threat in their own right."
"Some more so than others," Scott stated, glancing over at Heather and Brick who were talking.
Confessional, Scott
After Leshawna took Duncan out, I find it hard to trust her. I totally understand the move, but what's stopping her from doing that to me even after we had been working together for so long. I'd hate to do this but maybe working with Ryan to cut Heather may be a plausible option going forward. Heather knows how to talk and Heather isn't taking me to the end so… Well, we'll just see who wins immunity.
"Brick can I ask you a question?"
"What's up Heather?"
"Where do we stand?"
"Like on a personal level?"
"No more on a game level. I think we all like each other on a personal level."
"Well on a game level… well if I'm honest on a game level I'm only truly loyal to Ryan."
"Well if I were to say.,. Save you and Ryan. Would I have your loyalty?"
"Up until the final three. At that point fate would decide."
"Fair enough. Between Leshawna and Scott who would you vote out this round?"
"Probably Scott. I mean he's after Ryan and I."
"That's fair."
Confessional, Brick
Yeesh Heather is intimidating. I definitely think I messed up saying I'm only truly loyal to Ryan, which is true. But like… why couldn't I give a white lie there. I swear my brain is a brick sometimes.
Confessional, Heather
I mean at least he was honest. But if I'm going to go with the boys I need Ryan's word that he'll stick with me. Whoever wins immunity today will be extremely important because the vote today is more in flux than ever.
Cut to the Challenge
"Welcome everyone to the Fabulous Five!" Chris said as he walked into the mess hall. "We've seen many of you come and go, but now five remain. The number will be down to four. Today's challenge is-"
"FASHION!" Squealed Dakota, carrying a t-shirt cannon. Before Chris could calm her down she fired her t shirt cannon five times into Chris, one time into each of the competitors, thrice into a random cameraman, and once into Chef before Chef Hatchet restrained the enthusiastic girl. "Oh em goodness we have a totally haute and totally couture challenge for you guys. We need to get to the amphitheater stat!"
Chef looked down at the heiress and shrugged as he made his way outside. "Mister ilton said the initial plan of having the eliminated contestants vote someone off was too unfair. And he had a parrot that just kept saying a contestant's name which we would have had to include."
"Why would you include a parrot?" Ryan asked.
"They're on contract too. And as per Mister Milton's ownership of the channel we need one challenge that Dakota suggested." the contestants tilted their heads. "He pays my bills so I'm not complaining."
Confessional, Brick
Yes! My chance to shine! I can refine my style, get immunity, and eliminate...umm, I haven't thought that far...
Confessional, Ryan
I don't know a lick about fashion. Much less models, vain, vapid, vituperous, vitriolic, verbally attacking dipshits…
Confessional, Heather
Maybe now it's time for me to make a move. Leshawna's my only competition for this challenge, and no offense, but I'm definitely more refined for the fashion world.
Confessional, Leshawna
Heather can trash me and my fashion sense all she likes, but she did say the debatable truth. I'm still gonna kick her and everyone else's butt.
Confessional, Scott
Who needs fashion? It's just another waste of money. All you need is a shirt, shorts, maybe even underwear, some shoes...yeah who cares about fashion?
At the amphitheater the contestants looked at the spools and spools of various fabrics with accent accessories strewn through the floor. "While our interns construct the rest of the runway, and Chef gets ahold of our very special judges," Chris sent pointed glares to both his effective co-hosts. "You will have to make a design for your models."
The campers looked around. "Where are they?" Heather asked.
"We've got them backstage, you'll be meeting them once I explain the rest of the challenge," Chris dismissed. "You will be judged by four special guests, but our very special models may be a bit familiar to you."
"Well any kind of fashion would improve those of the losers we eliminated," Heather smiled.
"Yeah that's about it. You have four hours to use any of the supplies here to make a well-fitting style. I'll see you in four."
Chris left unceremoniously and the campers went to the wings of the stage. Dakota led her team of interns to the runway and got it set up.
The campers found themselves in the backstage of the amphitheater with five separate dressing rooms all in a row. From the looks of it they seemed to be rather large. On the outside hung names of the contestants and models. The camera got a shot of the campers, in alphabetical order, entering their dressing rooms from the left to the right. A synchronous groan came from all of them as they met their model.
"...Seriously… THIS is my model!" Heather complained, walking in on her bear from the final seven challenge sitting on a stool messing around with a tube of lipstick. It sniffed the container before eating it whole. The bear turned to Heather. "Umm...that's a good thing! I just can't...believe that I got to… hang out with you again!"
Confessional, Heather
I seriously have to deal with this thing again? I had to dress up as that crazy girl Zoey to actually not die in that challenge. Now I have to dress this thing up? You're insane.
"How the heck am I supposed to dress a duck," Ryan pondered to himself as he stared at his feathered model. "It's got black feathers… maybe I can work with that?"
"QUACK QUACK!"
"Oh be quiet. I'm trying to think!" Ryan picked up a tube of lip gloss before dropping it. "No…"
"Quack?"
"No I'm not putting you in that," Ryan grumbled. The duck flashed an obscene gesture and Ryan gasped. "Same as you!"
"Quack Quack, Quack!"
"Where am I supposed to find a pole… and… this isn't even that sort of show."
"Quack…"
"You are one weird duck." He got a quack in response. Ryan looked in the dressing room to see some grapes. He tossed one to the duck and it chirped happily.
Confessional, Ryan
When did I learn to speak duck?
"Oh it's you…" Scott stared at his deer in disappointment. "They couldn't at least give me the bear? At least that thing will tolerate you if you give it Zoey's perfume."
The deer walked over to Scott and kicked him in the stomach causing him to fall to the ground grasping his stomach in pain, curling up into a ball to defend himself.
"I… hate… you."
Confessional, Scott
If I win I feel like all of the money I get will go to my hospital bill instead of literally anything else.
"Hmm a chipmunk… I can make this work surely. As an aspiring fashion designer I need to make anything look good."
The chipmunk ran around in circles excited for the challenge ahead.
"I see you're excited, little buddy. Trust me I'll make sure that you look the best out of anyone else here without a doubt."
Confessional, Brick
I don't want to feel too cocky, but I think my only real competition will be the girls. And even then if I ended up with my animal, my guess is Heather got the bear… and I highly doubt she pulls anything off with that thing
"Croak!"
"...I hate this show…" Leshawna grumbled. "Well I can make something tolerable with all the junk I've been given out there…"
The frog gave her a stink eye. "I didn't mean you!"
"Croak!" The frog leapt out of the dressing room, taking a roll of fabric with it. "Come back here!"
Confessional, Frog
It sits on the toilet, catching its breath until-
Confessional, Frog/Leshawna
GOT YOU!
(The frog leaps out of Leshawna's hands and Leshawna swings the door wide open)
OH NO YOU DON'T!
(Offscreen Leshawna splashes in something and finally catches the croaking frog.
Leshawna: Now you're gonna get in something straight from home and you're gonna like it.
(The frog croaks in despair)
Brick looked at his chipmunk with an inquisitive glance. He held up a measuring tape and encouraged the chipmunk to get into a t-pose. The chipmunk reluctantly did so as Brick took some rather tiny measurements. "I think that this kind of camo pattern would actually benefit you with-"
The chipmunk, fed up, stomped indignantly and ran away with a tick piece of thread in between its toes. Brick put down the notepad he was using to measure and chased after it.
"Okay so what do you want?" Ryan asked the duck. The duck blinked. "Give me a quack or something!"
The hydrophilic bird looked at him with a tilted head. "I'm just going to name some colors. Actually come on," Ryan picked up the duck much like one would pick up a football."We need to make some progress."
Oblivious to what was happening at his feet the chipmunk ran in a large circle around Ryan's foot. If Ryan noticed it he didn't feel any bit of it.
The frog looked at Leshawna as she sat in front of the supply of fabrics. "I hope you like my fashion style," Leshwana mentioned offhandedly to the frog. "Look, see that design? I think you can totally rock it. I know a lotta fools would try to croak for this thing. And I mean, I didn't mean to offend you."
Puffing up its chest the frog actually managed something of a grin. "And I think some real bling would make you totally the realest out here."
The frog hopped alongside Leshawna as she too, had her foot wrapped up in the chipmunk's thread.
The bear growled as Heather put down another spool of fabric. "I know you don't want this, no need to get too snippy."
Another growl came from the bear. Heather gave the bear a quizzical look. "Are you still mad at me for dressing up as-"
Heather fell back as the Bear roared loudly. "I guess you are… Come on, let's go with something simple huh?"
The bear shrugged. It walked over to the spools of fabric and picked out two complementary blue fabrics. "I'm starting to think that you've got a style," Heather leaned over the bear's workbench and started working as the chipmunk ran under the two of them.
Scott laid on his back as the deer poked him. "Hey, this isn't a hard challenge," scott mentioned. "Not like I want to win immunity at this point."
The deer kicked him in the stomach. "What? Do you want a prom dress or something? Too bad, we don't need that." The deer, totally disgruntled, started pushing Scott's bench to the work station. Scott sighed. "I guess I am gonna have to work with something…"Scott offhandedly mentioned as he stepped into another loop the chipmunk made.
The chipmunk was almost off the stage when Brick finally had it in its grasps. "You shouldn't do that to your commanding officer," Brick pointing an accusing finger. As he felt resistance from the chipmunk he pulled harder.
A flurry of curses, roars, objects falling onto the floor, and other accidents came from behind the unknowing duo. Brick winced as he heard a loud roar of frustration. "I think we should get to dressing now." The chipmunk nodded.
Confessional, Ryan
I thought fashion wouldn't be as dangerous as football...
"You know I think it's all coming together," Leshawna told her hoppy little friend. The frog looked at itself in a mirror, but was largely obstructed by the camera. "You've got bling, a bodacious bod, and a bounce in your step. We need a little more though."
Leshawna held up a glinting, gilded letter F, up in the air. She barely could get it above her elbows and the chains clanked against her arms. "Call it cliche if you must honey, I just know that-"
Her hands suddenly gave way as the chain fell through the stage. "RIBBIT!"
"You have a point, let's make it a little more...proportional," said Leshawna, a happy smile on her face.
Scott nudged the deer closer and closer to the dressing room. "I'm not gonna dress you up, you're gonna have to do it on your own," Scott said derisively. The deer snorted. "Don't give me that attitude! I gave you the clothes of a lifetime!"
The deer kicked Scott in the stomach and sent him flying. "Oh deer," mumbled Scott.
Heather looked at Scott as she held up some random fabric. "We're almost there," mentioned Heather. "We're gonna need to make some adjustments here, here, and here." She pushed a pin into the bear's fur.
"ROAR!" The bear's roar shook the tent.
"Hey, hold still," Heather said, pulling her arm away...or rather… trying to. She yanked her arm back and the bear hissed. "See, our clothes are sewn together! We need to fix this."
Confessional, Bear
It huffs at the camera. Zoey wouldn't treat him like this...
Ryan stared at his duck. "Okay I think I made something manageable."
The pile of fabric in front of him let out a muffled and defeated quack. Ryan let out a small smile before the Duck burst out of the bundle of fabric, flying and squawking and quacking in frustration. "Hey!" Ryan leapt up to grab it.
In a bit of slow motion Ryan took a running leap upwards. The duck juked out of his hands at first but he shifted his balance and ran over to where the Duck exited the tent. His hands formed a diamond as he made a diving throw to the duck. The duck quacked angrily but it found itself firmly clasped in Ryan's hands. Ryan moved his hands and helped restrain the duck. "Touchdown!" shouted Ryan excitedly.
He looked around to see Scott and Heather giving mock applause. "Buzz off," Ryan snarked. "That goes for you too, Brick."
Brick looked at the chipmunk, mid applause. "I thought it was good," Brick mentioned.
The chipmunk agreed. It tipped his hat and scampered off with Brick to the rest of his outfit. This was going to be fun.
Meet the judges
After another hour the models were finally situated in their clothes and their contestants waited outside for the introductions. Chris walked through backstage as he checked in on the models. "They all look nice...for a loose definition," he mumbled. "But today I'm not gonna be the judge. We've got five-"
"FASHION!" Screeched Dakota, holding her t-shirt cannon aloft. The others ducked as Dakota fired her cannon up into the air. After uncharacteristically maniacal laughter she composed herself. "Okay, I'm done now."
Chris gave the camera a blunt look before shaking his head. "Dakota will be one of the judges. And we plucked four contestants from our loser lodge-"
"You mean they actually didn't go home?" Scott asked.
"How else do you think we got Izzy and Jackson easily?" Dakota mentioned offhand.
"We have four LOSING contestants. Get outside, we need some trailer footage," Chris sighed. "And we've got an audience of all the willing animals who aren't' modeling so you better get your smiles on!"
All five of the contestants walked out to see Dakota quickly scamper to her seat next to four familiar faces. "I, Dakota Milton, first boot, and now the most prominent intern, will be the first judge," she said with a flourish.
"That makes me, second boot, Justin Kahale, your second judge," Justin said with a smile that made everyone in the vicinity swoon.
"As you know my name is Cameron Wilkins, the tenth boot, and I shall act as the third judge in this fashion pageant," Cameron pushed up his glasses and stood up straighter.
"And I'm Katie Humboldt!" Katie squeed. "I was eliminated right after Cameron and I'll be your fourth judge. Oh Em gee this is so fun like EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Picking out her ears, Courtney fixed papers in front of her and took a drink of water. "Luckily I promise not to break your ears like our fellow judge here. My name is Courtney Damonte and I'll be the final judge."
"Yeah we know who you guys are," Ryan interrupted.
"But does the audience?" Chris sniped back. "These fashion designers may look all the worse for wear but that's because they were designing for our models backstage. Would one of you losers like to explain how the judging will work for this challenge?"
"Certainly," Coutney piped up. "We've developed a ten point system to be used at our own discretion. This ten point system mainly takes into account the general aesthetic of the models and takes into account how the models rock their given style. We are accounting for how well the design fits their body style and the general mass appeal that total drama aims for."
"Okay, now that we have enough trailer footage, the judging is good to go!" The contestants were forced backstage with Dakota's t-shirt cannon as the judges quickly composed themselves.
Confessional, Leshawna
Time to see if my style is better than anyone else's out there. I mean, let's be real, I've got a better style than Scott.
Confessional, Brick
They aren't the ones training for fashion school. I got the suturing medal in all my years of bootcamp.
Confessional, Heather
The only one who might give me competition is Leshawna, and no disrespect to her, but my style of fashion is more mainstream.
Confessional, Ryan
Now we're going to see how a jock fares against others...hopefully better than Scott.
Confessional, Scott
What? You expect me to trash talk these people? Let them win, I don't care. As far as I'm aware I'm smooth sailing to the final four.
"First up," Chris started. "The elegant deer. A calm, peaceful symbol of the untouched purity of the forest. This deer is rocking a trailer treasure style that is good for the house and for the home."
Embarrassed, the deer walked out, head tucked between its legs, as it slowly ambled down to the judges. Justin and Dakota winced as they saw the deer with little more than blue jeans and a very stained white undershirt. Cameron nodded politely as Katie cringed. Courtney took down her notes. The deer walked backstage with tears in its eyes.
"Well," Courtney whispered to the judges. "I'm not a fan. It just looks like someone raided Scott's laundry hamper."
"I agree," Justin chimed in. "And who said trailer treasure is a viable term in the modelling industry anyway? I'd blacklist their designer."
"Hey chris," Cameron asked. "Do we find out who made which design?"
"Nope," Chris smiled.
"I don't think Heather made this," Katie mentioned offhand. "She's evil but she's got style."
"Agreed, I think this might either be Ryan or Scott," Cameron added. "Based on what you said about her I don't want her to get immunity."
"WE're ready for the next one!" Justin shouted.
Chris motioned for an intern to start up the music again. "Our next model spends its time in the trees hunting for nuts, leaves, and berries. It's rocking a nice pink hat for the fields after a long day on a casual Friday at the office."
The chipmunk rolled out in the design described just before. It strutted down the stage confidently with its shoulders swaggering. The chipmunk, though small, carried a much larger presence than the deer before it. Cameron wrote down some notes with a big smile as Courtney and Katie looked on approvingly. It walked back with a big smile on its face.
"Okay, that seems like Heather," Katie whispered to Cameron.
"I agree," Cameron agreed. "Let's wait until we see all the judges and assign points. But I think that was better than the deer."
"Yeah no shit bubble boy," Justin interjected. "That is leagues better than the deer. At least they put effort into it. Even if it is Heather, I don't feel right giving her less than the deer."
"We can justify putting the chipmunk in second place," Courtney dismissed the others. "NEXT!"
The music turned up again as Chris looked at the cue card in front of him. "Our favorite ursine friend, the Wawanakwa Brown Bear, is sporting a simple style for sports, shopping, schooling, and...swagalicious sex appeal."
Chris barely kept in his snorts as the Bear started down the runway. It had a confident aura that surpassed its rather doofy but confident pose. It was dressed in a simple two tone blue outfit with a plain blue tee, dark blue jeans, and navy shoes. As Dakota kept in a light giggle, the bear turned, a shark tooth necklace glinting in the sunlight.
"Okay, that seems like Brick," Dakota spoke up. "He said he was going to fashion school after this was done. He also wanted to keep things simple. I think this is him. And right now it's something that I can easily say is the best."
"How'd you know Brick wanted to go to fashion school?" Courtney asked.
"He told me before Jackson killed both of us," Dakota waved a noncommittal hand.
"We can easily justify this one as being first. The bear was the only one who actually wore shoes," Cameron explained.
"NEXT!" shouted Katie after they all finished their agreement.
"Right next we have...holy duck…" Chris started.
In a bundle of clashing neon colors, with purple and pink accents, the Duck flew out...or at least flew ten feet before flopping on the floor unceremoniously. It dragged itself over to the judges, tearing the fabric, and quacking loudly. Justn shielded his eyes as the duck jumped into the light, further revealing that it was colored in rainbow sequins that clashed against its natural colors. The duck walked backstage angrily, cursing and quacking. "HEY! WE HAVE CENSORS!" Chris called out.
"Yeah that sucked," Justin mentioned.
"Too many colors," Katie chimed in.
"Let's just...pretend it never happened…" Dakota coughed up a feather.
"AGreed," CAmeron and Courtney said in unison.
"Our final contestant is a hoppy little frog. Rocking the style of neighborhood glam, its style is as timeless as it is flashy. Sure to please everyone from the poor to the rich, the frog has status, and it ain't afraid to show it," Chris read off the final cue card.
The final model, the frog, hopped down the runway as its bedazzled and gilded letter F clanked against the metal of the stage. With a smile the frog jumped in the air, its black beanie behind it. It stood up on its back two legs and gave something of a flip to demonstrate its black sweatshirt. The frog hopped backstage enthusiastically.
"Well," Courtney started. "Not the worst, I actually like it."
"But was it better than the Bear?" Katie interjected.
"No," Justin spoke up. "I did like it too but it just seemed a little too niche. That's the word for appealing to too small of an audience right?"
"Yeah," Cameron confirmed. "I think Leshawna has the frog, Ryan has the deer, Scott has the Duck, Brick has the bear, and Heather has the chipmunk."
"Okay so we agree that we're giving Brick the immunity?" Dakota asked with a knowing glint in her eyes.
"Yes," Curtney nodded. "The duck was too gaudy, the deer was too lazy, the frog was too niche, and the chipmunk was too clashy."
"Let's get our final arguments settled up then," Dakota pulled out some pieces of paper.
The camera cuts to the models backstage drinking water being comforted by their designers. It was a small and quiet scene largely dominated by the bear giving Heather a polite noogie. The duck and Ryan flashed each other angry glares every so often. The deer poked a sleeping Scott. The chipmunk rested on Brick's shoulder as it held a conversation with LEshawna's frog.
"Contestants and models, report to the stage bleachers!" Dakota announced through her megaphone. Several interns rolled in the rows of bleachers the contestants and their models were to stand on.
"Where'd you get that-" started Justin.
"My daddy," Dakota smirked. When no one came out of their dressing room, Dakota stood up with her t-shirt cannon. "I'll be right back."
Confessional, Leshawna
What happened in that room stays in that room.
Confessional, Dakota
Blows off some invisible smoke from her t-shirt gun and smirks towards the camera.
Bruised and battered, the remaining contestants made their way to the stage. The models hunched over in one row closest to the judges while their contestants were behind them with no regard as to who their model was. The bear looked at the blinged up frog. The deer ate the duck's shirt. The chipmunk posed cutely to the audience.
"First up," Cameron started, pushing up his glasses. "The five of us have deemed that the duck will be the first one we critique. We found that the duck had way too many clashing colors on it. The common duck is already a colorful and dark enough creature. Utilizing too many color clashes may in fact be harmful to someone else upon first sight. We do commend the duck for being able to be seen in the night at distances up to ten miles away. The fabric utilized seems insulting to the natural plumage that the duck already sports. Which is why the duck is in last place with a score of twenty out of fifty."
The duck threw its hat on the ground angrily, stomping on it. It flew above the contestants and ruffled its feathers over them. Scott coughed up a feather as the duck angrily pecked Ryan in the back of his neck. The duck pooped over Heather, who recoiled and used some of the bear's fur to wipe, which luckily went unnoticed.
"Okay windbag," Courtney whispered. "Next up. This next model's clothes just seemed hastily trapped on. To the deer, your clothes don't seem to compliment the majesty of your frame at all. Despite this it was well put together and didn't produce enough controversy. We do advise that for your next style that you check for holes in whatever shirt you wear. Sorry Deer, you only got twenty-eight out of fifty points."
Loudly the deer munched on its clothes, tearing it from its frame. The deer pranced majestically into the forest as the contestants looked on. "Spaz," mumbled Scott.
"Now we're getting into the good stuff," Justin smiled. "And can I just say, frog, you clearly were better than the last two we critiqued. Look, you obviously have a strong sense of style, but the thing is, it's niche. Not everyone is gonna be able to stand up to the glitz and glamour and style of the…" Justin leaned over to Dakota before getting the correct word. "Traditional inner city chic. It seems like it'd weigh you down and...the word is practical right?" Cameron nodded. "Then it's impractical. Thirty-five out of fifty points."
A tear seemed to fall from the frog's eyes as it jumped up only to fall down by a bit. It looked to the campers as it slowly and sadly hopped off.
Fifteen minutes later the frog cleared the challenge site, leaving behind the bear and the chipmunk.
"Lastly, to our first runner up," Katie spoke up. "We thought the style was great. We thought it was a great catch all place but there was one thing that did look out of whack and it was so totally that pink hat of yours. Now don't get me wrong, camo pink is totally in chic and style, Sadie and I rocked it for our homecoming last year, but it clashed with the more metro refined city going business casual look. It's why we can only give you thirty-seven out of fifty points. That and we couldn't see the details."
The chipmunk tittered and gave the hat back to Brick before saluting and scampering behind the forest. "Wait…" Cameron's eyes widened.
"To the bear, we thought your simple design would work for both the city, the country, and travel. You got a nice navy blue t-shirt that compliments your dark blue jeans. Beige and white brings out a healthy spectrum in which your fur is a great medium. We also would like to add that your stylist went above and beyond with the adaptable spiky hair. You've also got a nice shark tooth necklace that a certain someone would like. Forty-four out of fifty points nets you the victory!" Dakota mentioned.
The bear roared loudly in triumph and ran over to Heather, glomping it and involuntarily wiping the duck poop back onto her. Heather turned to the judges with a shit eating grin.
"And Heather has won individual immunity and a spot in the final four. I'll see you guys at the Elimination Ceremony in a few hours. Chef take the judges away!" Chris took over. Dakota fired a t-shirt into his face and the host fell to the ground.
Confessional, Cameron
There's a word out there and I'm not at the point where I can use it yet.
Confessional, Justin/Katie/Courtney
Oh...we fucked up….
After Challenge
"Heather can we talk for a brief moment?" Ryan asked Heather as they left the challenge.
"Sure but make it quick, I'm sure Leshawna and Scott will want to talk to me ASAP."
"Well speaking of Scott, I was hoping we could target him tonight."
Heather stopped for a brief moment pondering what Ryan said, "What's angle?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're leaving myself and Leshawna in, you're asking for a tie next round easily."
"Because I know you won't vote Leshawna out, I'm not voting Brick out. Who does that leave for me?"
"Scott… makes sense. Then what's your plan at four?"
"Either hope you vote Leshawna or if I have to I'll vote Brick. At that point I've got no cards left in my hand to play."
'Fair enough."
Confessional, Heather
Ryan's deal is enticing for sure. I've been suspicious of Scott's and Leshawna's relationship for a little bit now. So making sure Leshawna is loyal to me heading into the next round is huge. However, I feel like the devil, making a deal with Hades.
"Seriously, we're still meeting in the washrooms?" Scott asked Leshawna as he plugged his nose by pinching his fingers.
"Because we need to keep this secret."
"FROM WHO!?"
"From Heather and Ryan. Heather will turn on you, and Ryan will find a way to flip Heather if he sees us."
"Fine sure whatever. Speaking of Ryan he needs to go, like last week."
"I know, I just worry that Brick will crush us at the end."
"I agree he hasn't betrayed anyone. But I really don't think this jury will be majorly bitter."
"Really? Marilyn and Zoey will easily be bitter, Scarlett gives me bitter vibes and I doubt Trent, Jackson, Jasmine and the others are happy with us."
"Fair. But either way they'll be more mad at us than they will be at Ryan."
"They'll still be mad at Ryan."
"Yeah but Ryan is way more of a challenge threat than Brick is."
"True. So let's just do Ryan then. I think Heather would be on board with that."
"I sure hope so. Last thing we need is for her to finally flip."
"I don't think she would, she knows Ryan needs to go. He went from the bottom to leading votes so fast that it was insane."
"Yeah, hence why he needs to go."
Confessional, Scott
I'm taking a bit of a risk letting Heather and Leshawna get to the final four. But I feel more confident in having both of them there rather than Ryan and Brick. Especially with Ryan and I's history.
"What're you thinking Ryan? I think our goose may be cooked," Brick stated to the jock as they sat on the cabin bench.
"I think we've got a shot if we vote off Scott here."
"Why do you say that?"
"I cut a deal with Heather to get rid of Scott in exchange for just one more round."
"And….?"
"She seemed on board with it. Not like we have any other choice."
"Why not get Scott to vote off one of the girls?"
"Scott I think has a deal with Leshawna, and he also thinks he can beat Heather in the end so he won't cut her."
"Which means Heather is our only option."
"Exactly. Then we just have to beat the girls at the final four immunity."
Confessional, Brick
I'll have to take Ryan at his word, but I feel like there's something he's not telling me. Living with someone for weeks kind of let's you be able to read people. And the read I'm getting from Ryan is far from great.\
Confessional, Ryan
If all goes as planned I sacrifice Brick at four, win final immunity and take Heather with me to the final two. Then I win. Simple as that. Hopefully Heather is willing to make that move.
"So what're you thinking?" Heather asked Leshawna.
"I'm thinking we vote Ryan off. Guy has game."
"Why not Brick?"
"He's less of a threat in general, physically and strategically and heck maybe even socially compared to Ryan."
"That makes sense. But what if Scott flips on us next round if Ryan goes?"
"He won't, he thinks Brick is this massive jury threat."
"So we'll get Brick at four and Scott at three?"
"Exactly. And we'll have ourselves as a pair versus two singles which is great."
"Well, despite our rocky start we may actually get to the end together."
"Yeah girl, and I'm here for it."
Confessional, Heather
Leshawna gives me shaky vibes. I think she has some sort of side deal with Scott that doesn't include me. Even though I know Ryan could be a problem I definitely trust him way more to take me to the final two right now. Especially since he'll have to throw Brick under the bus to avoid a tie next round.
Elimination Ceremony
"Welcome to one of your last elimination ceremonies this season where one of you will be the twenty fourth person voted off and the ninth member of our jury. Only four of you will be receiving a marshmallow tonight starting with Heather who won immunity today."
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"Brick you're also safe."
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"And Leshawna you're also safe."
"Meaning that Scott and Ryan, one of you will be leaving us tonight. You guys have had a heated rivalry for a long time now and it seems like finally one of you will finally win this war. Ryan after Marilyn you're probably the biggest challenge threat left whie Scott many would consider you quite the devious player however between the two of you…. Ryan your time here is over."
"Yeah I should've seen this coming. As soon as I lost my goose was cooked."
"You played a great game, but your threat level just caught up to you sugar," Leshawna said to the jock.
"Thanks Leshawna." Ryan walked over to Heather and whispered into her ear "Well played you manipulative minx, if you get to the end you have my vote."
"I salute you soldier, it has been an honor playing with you," Brick stated to Ryan, giving him a military salute.
"It's been an honor playing with you Brick, best of luck man."
"For as much trouble as you caused me I have to say, you ain't half bad," Scott said.
"Same to you, you crazy dirt farmer." Earning an eye roll from the red head.
"Peace out guys it's been fun." Ryan waved to his four former campers as he boarded the Boat of Losers.
Final Confessional, Ryan
Damn, so close yet so far. Can't say I'd play the game any different other than I'd try and work with those in the minority more and not get so comfortable. Should've known, as soon as you get comfortable it's you… or I guess your number one. But what I told Heather is true, she has my vote. She managed a complete one eighty and is still here. Scott is sneaky but other than leading the charge against Scarlett what has he done? Most everything else was Duncan's doing. I love Brick but he's not exactly the best player. And Leshawna has played extremely messy. But we'll see. Hopefully the jury doesn't hate me… actually…. they probably do.
Reviews
GucciManeLaflare: Appreciate it, Marilyn was a joy to write for in this fic
TheHiddenAuthor5000: Leshawna made top 5 in the OG Island, I'd say top 4 is new
Nobody245: I feel like Leshawna is more of an anti hero figure than villain if I'm honest, but looks like Ryan left before Brick and there's only two eliminations left so maybe you'll see a Brick and Leshawna finale lol
Lordgemini: I'm glad you enjoyed our take on the challenge, and yeah we knew that Marilyn was such an obvious boot that there was no real reason to hide it so we tried focusing on other things.
Votes
Ryan: Scott you've had this coming for a while now and it's about time karma came swinging back around.
Brick: Not much to say to you Scott… say hi to Duncan for me I guess
Leshawna: I got rid of Marilyn and now I'm getting rid of you. Time to remove the thorn that is Ryan from my side
Heather: Am I breaking another deal? Yes. Do I care? No. Bye Ryan
Scott: Naw naw naw naw hey hey hey goodbye Ryan
28th Dakota (13-1)
27th Justin (8-4-2)
26th Noah (7-3-3)
25th Chloe (10-3)
24th Ella (6-4-2)
23rd Beardo (5-4-3)
22nd Izzy (6-3-2)
21st Tem (6-5)
20th Beth (6-4)
19th Cameron (5-3-2)
18th Katie (5-4)
17th Dave (5-4)
16th Courtney (5-3)
15th Sky (Medically Evacuated)
14th Sammy (3-2-2)
MERGE
13th Shawn (7-6) 1st Juror
12th Scarlett (12-1) 2nd Juror
11th Jackson (7-3-1) 3rd Juror
10th Zoey (9-1) 4th Juror
9th Trent (6-3) 5th Juror
8th Jasmine (6-2) 6th Juror
7th Duncan (4-2-1) 7th Juror
6th Marilyn (5-1) 8th Juror
5th Ryan (3-2) 9th Juror
Remaining Contestants: Brick, Heather, Leshawna, Scott