The usual happened- Fierce Fox and I landed on Reality TV island, which is probably the most run-down island we had been on. In fact, we literally landed on a revolting dumpster, from which I quickly hopped down. Fierce Fox followed me to the front of the TV World shop, which is a little silver shop, filled with nothing but televisions... And satellites. Signs advertising the TVs are plastered all over the glass windows. I faced Fierce Fox.

"Now," I took a deep breath, getting an odd feeling. "This island is... A little different from the others."

"How so?" Fierce Fox asked, her brow raised.

I bit my lip. "Well, there's a little bit of stuff we have to do at the start... Then it's mini games for the entire island."

"Cool!" Fierce Fox cheered, with a grin. I shook my head.

"Well, unfortunately, it's more of a 'every person for themself' island," I explained. "So... we can't really work together on this."

"Oh..." Fierce Fox's eyes drooped. "Whatever. It doesn't feel like we're working together that much anyway. It... just feels like you're telling me what to do all the time... Like I'm your slave or something. Then you go and get lost and I have to save you."

I widened my eyes. "What? But... I know what to do! I have to tell you! And we do work together. Remember Super Power Island? We flew through that island! It would've been so much harder if-"

"Poptropicans are supposed to work alone," Fierce Fox interrupted me, holding up her hand. "That's how it works. You said it yourself. Maybe... It's better if we don't work together... We keep getting split up anyway."

"No! But I need you to help me go back to my world! I can't get the medallion like you can!" I cried, feeling horror twist my stomach. "Besides... We're friends now, right? You know what I've been through! Plus, everyone keeps saying we need to stick together!"

Fierce Fox curled her lip. "Hmm... Fine, we'll see how important it really is to stick together. If either of us can complete the island without the other's help, then we'll reconsider working together. But if we need each other..."

I shook my head. "But-"

"Good luck, Alice." Fierce Fox rushed off into the television shop, obviously trying to hide her perplexity, though it seemed to vanish pretty quickly. I shook my head. Where'd she get such ideas? I knew she wouldn't be able to complete the island without me... And I didn't want to split up. It didn't work that way. But what was I to do? I listened out for the woman's voice, yearning for some advice, but she wasn't there. So I sighed and entered TV World.

TVs are placed on wooden tables, near spiky, green plants. On the shiny, new TVs, a video of Balloon Boy shows. I smirked. Then, I climbed a few of the blue-floored layers, until I got to the top. A large TV is there, with a guy standing next to it.

"Try changing the channel." he said. So, I did just that, and an important address: 123 STAR AVENUE HOLLYWOOD, came up. Good, I thought. Then I exited the television store, seeing no signs of Fierce Fox. It seemed she was very serious about this splitting up business. It didn't give me any good feelings.

I headed into Mike's Market, which is a little green supermarket. I shoved some trolleys along the tiled floor, passing the icy freezer. I hopped over the Fresh Donut cupboard, and finally to the tabloid underneath it. But there was no guy- he was supposed to be clutching the tabloid. An eerie chill creeped up my spine.

I picked up the tabloid and peered inside. The contestant form had been taken out, much to my dismay. Had Fierce Fox already got it? But how did she... Fear tingled throughout my entire body. Was somebody hacking my account? How did Fierce Fox know how to do all this? A voice in my head told me something bad was going on, and I needed to stop whoever was telling Fierce Fox what to do.

"FIERCE FOX!" I yelled, in desperation. "I need you now!" I suddenly spotted the motel, which is more run down than my school camp. The pale walls are cracking, and I could spot cockroaches swarming near the faded, red doors. I barged into the motel office, and Fierce Fox was right there, calling Papa Pete's pizza on the phone.

I raced over to Fierce Fox and snatched the phone out of her hands, then put the phone back on the receiver. She glared at me.

"Hey, no interruptions." she snared, folding her arms.

"Who's telling you what to do?" I demanded, almost menacingly.

"The voice, of course," Fierce Fox answered disdainfully. Then her eyes widened. "Wait... aren't you my voice?" I gasped.

"Do not trust that voice!" I cried, waving my hands. "I'm your voice... You can't trust that voice... I don't know who they are... Just don't trust them!"

"They told me to be your enemy," Fierce Fox explained, shivering. "Who could they be?"

"I don't know," I bowed my head, fear making it ache. "I'll find out though, I promise." I sighed. "There has to be another contestant form around here somewhere..." Fierce Fox handed me her form, so I could try and find another one. We needed to stick together, after all. Being on Reality television was no exception. Then I eyed the Motel Office manager, and got an idea.

"Excuse me," I asked politely, grabbing his attention. I held up the form. "Do you know where I can find one of these?"

The manager bristled his grey beard, not noticing Fierce Fox grab a motel pen for future use. "Hmm... One of the guys outside might have one."

"Thanks," I said. I faced Fierce Fox. "Call Papa Pete's and order your pizza. Give it to Motel Room 4B. I'll be back, and don't trust that voice." As fast as my legs could carry me, I raced down the cement path, until I got back to the area near TV World. A Gothic boy, with a skull t-shirt was standing in front of the shop. He gazed at me and signaled me over, so I walked over to him. Without a word, he handed me a contestant form.

My eyebrows raised. "Uh... how did you know I wanted this?" The guy didn't reply, and instead pointed to the motel. "Well… Thanks, I guess." I returned to the motel, an odd feeling in my belly. Who was that and how did he know I needed the form?

A pizza lady was roaming outside. Fierce Fox and I took her pizza and brought it to Room 4B, which is Bucky Lucas'- an infamous poptropican's- room. He accepted the pizza and gave us stamps to mail in our applications. Then the time came for me to write down why I should be on the show.

Because... I lifted my pen, feeling the words flowing. Because I want to help. That was all I wrote. The two of us mailed our applications, then went to stay at the motel for the night.

The next morning, both of us got onto the show- Reality TV Island. It's based off a show from my world called Survivor. A grand helicopter was waiting for us. So, Fierce Fox and I climbed into it, and were whisked away to Reality TV. I had to explain to Fierce Fox we were opposing, though we could help each other if necessary. I also explained all the mini games we could play, and whoever won the mini games would be safe from being voted off.

On Day 1, we were brought to a tropical forest-like area standing with a bunch of other poptropicans- including some familiar faces, like Dr. Hare and Ned Noodlehead. I gazed at Fierce Fox, and gave her a nod. Then the games begun.

The first event was Totem Hop, which is where you have to hop from totem to totem to avoid being dragged into the water. I stood on my wooden totem, Fierce Fox nearby. I was on the lower totems, and Fierce Fox was on the higher totems. Someone's totem wobbled next to me, and she leaped off to another totem. The totem of somebody else began to rumble, but he couldn't get away quick enough and fell off.

Then my totem began to shake. I leaped onto the totem next to me; Fierce Fox did the same thing with her totem. I shared the totem with a girl in a cowboy hat. Suddenly, it began to shake again, so I changed totems with the one above me. The girl, on the other hand, fell off. I was left alone for a little bit, so I watched a few other people fall off and get eliminated.

Soon, it was between Fierce Fox, this guy called Hip Hop and myself. Hip Hop's totem started shaking, so he hopped around like crazy, causing his downfall. Then it was Fierce Fox and I.

"May the best man win!" I cried, jumping off my totem as it began to shake. Fierce Fox missed her totem and lost, giving me immunity. And so that was the end of Day 1. I felt bad for Hip Hop losing to us, and I felt even worse when he was kicked off. Oh well. Like I said, may the best man win.

Day 2 was Coconut Catch, which is where a monkey throws coconuts and you have to catch them and earn points. I stood underneath the monkey's green palm tree, as it began to chuck the coconuts. Everyone went crazy and reached out for them, scoring points. I sort of stayed near the front, grabbing the close coconuts. Fierce Fox began to copy me, which agitated me a little. Eventually, one of the bombs got her, and I almost chuckled.

I grabbed a bunch of coconuts, earning a three-pointer. I was getting nearer to twenty points, which is the score you need to win. Everyone else was catching up to me, but I was still way ahead. I got a bit cocky and jumped up every five seconds, which ended up getting me bombed right in the face. It took a lot of work to catch up.

But in the end I won, and again received immunity. Fierce Fox almost got voted out, but luckily a lady with dark, curly hair took her place.

Day 3 was Geyser Guess, which I had no luck in winning whatsoever. It's utter luck- you have to stand over a geyser and pray that it doesn't explode. I gave Fierce Fox a comforting glance as we picked our geysers next to each other. Ned Noodlehead's geyser blew up first, sending him so high that I wouldn't have been surprised if he saw Zeus or that giant from Early Poptropica.

I decided to stay on the same geyser, although Fierce Fox changed hers. The ground rumbled, and this time Betty Jetty was blasted into the air. Now it was just us, someone I didn't know and Dr. Hare. Third time lucky, I thought as I sat down on my geyser. Fierce Fox and Dr. Hare stood next to each other, while the other person went to the geyser closest to me. The ground shook, and I felt heat beneath my feet. Then, a hot blast of liquid squirted me into the air, blocking my view of anything. Once the geyser goo cleared, the realization of loss hit me.

The good news was that Fierce Fox won instead, so she'd be safe from being voted off. I prayed to any god listening that I wouldn't be voted off. Thank them, because Betty Jetty- who shot a glare at me- was voted off.

Day 4 was Balanced Diet, which I was (and still am) extremely terrible at. What you must do is balance a stick of fruit in the air, and it gets harder because more fruit is placed on the stick. I wasn't able to hold on very long and lost second to last. However, Fierce Fox won again, which made me wonder how she was so good at holding fruit on a stick.

I guess I must've had better luck than I intentioned, because Ned Noodlehead was eliminated. Though two people voted for me, so I knew there was a high chance I would be disqualified. Yet again, it was more imperative that Fierce Fox stayed on, since she needed to win.

Day 5- the event third to last- was Hang Glider, which is where everyone flies on a hang glider and has to avoid various attacks, such as birds or volcanoes. It was just Dr. Hare, Fierce Fox, someone I didn't recognize and I, versing each other.

We all swerved out the way of a bird, who squawked. I hung around near the back, while the other three were ahead of me. A volcano was approaching, so I ascended upwards to avoid it. Fierce Fox replicated me, and Dr. Hare had a near miss, as well as the other guy. A bird suddenly charged towards us, and hit Fierce Fox. A stone formed at the pit of the stomach. I had to win to save Fierce Fox.

I continued to roam around near the back, again dodging another bird. Dr. Hare was doing the same thing, and we were neck and neck. Then the volcano came and knocked out the other person, who was pretty bad in my opinion. I zoomed upwards, wind rushing through my hair. The red-hot liquid of the volcano got Dr. Hare. I smirked.

Day 6 came and it was Boulder Push, with only Fierce Fox, Dr. Hare and I. The other guy had sadly been voted out by the three of us. Anyway, Boulder Push is where you have to push a boulder faster than everyone else. I flexed my muscles and faced my boulder, ignoring the fear trickling down my spine.

Then I shoved and shoved, sweat pouring down my cheeks. I couldn't see how well the others were doing, since I was so darned focused on my boulder. I don't think I've ever pushed something so hard before. Well, in human form, I can't. But there I could. I actually won the competition, and I felt joy wash over me like warm water. Dr. Hare, unfortunately, was voted out, and left only two people- Fierce Fox and myself.

Day 7 was the final event, and we were forced to oppose each other. It was the Mountain Race, which is where you race up a mountain and avoid boulders. We stood at the starting line, and I gave Fierce Fox a smile.

"May the best man win." I said, patting her shoulder. I knew that Fierce Fox had to win, but that didn't stop my old, competitive energy from taking over my body. And so the race begun.

I rushed up near the front and jumped randomly. It was a rather good strategy, because I managed to hop over a lot of the boulders. I was doing decent until a rock hit me on the head. I was flung down to the ground, my view covered in stars. Fierce Fox was now neck and neck with me. We were both randomly jumping over the boulders, still tied.

I could see the finish line, and a bunch more boulders. I hopped over another one, Fierce Fox copying me. Then, one hit her, sending her flying back. The finish line was approaching, and I knew I was going to win. But I couldn't win! Fierce Fox had to win. However, my legs wouldn't stop running, no matter what I did. I glanced back at Fierce Fox, who was dazed. So instead I ran backwards and leaped around like crazy. One of the rocks hit me, and Fierce Fox overtook me.

A shower of confetti splashed over Fierce Fox, while the show sent me home. We both climbed out the helicopter, Fierce Fox wearing her medallion.

"Good job," I patted her shoulder. I noticed a few people had gathered on the roof to see us. I couldn't help but smile, even when my screen turned white. "See you!" I bid farewell to Fierce Fox, feeling positive.

Then I gasped at what island was next. My favourite island- Mythology Island. It'd been my dream since I found Poptropica to visit that island- and it was about to come true.

And I couldn't be more afraid. Something told me a lot of stuff was going to happen- and it wasn't all going to be good.