Total Drama Island Chapter 2: Welcome to Wawanakwa (Part 02), a total drama series fanfic

Episode 01: Welcome to Wawanakwa (Part 02)

Author's Note - Hello again, reader! It's been nine days since the last chapter came out, which was also the first for this story. First off, I would like to thank everyone who has either left a review, followed, or favorited the story; I appreciate you all for doing that! I hope I can continue to live up to your expectations and my promises as this season progresses. It is going slower than your typical Total Drama story, but only because I want to develop all of the characters in great and accurate detail. Yes, this also applies for the non-contestants.

So this is the second part of the first episode. It will be the final chapter for episode one, so don't expect a part three. But without further ado, let's begin the second chapter! Now I can finally go to sleep and wake up in the morning to continue studying for midterms. This is what happens when you take a high-level math course.

Day 01

Chris began to lead all the 40 contestants to an area with four different cabins, each very identical to the last. Each wooden, each with see-through door frames, and a red roof.

"Your cabins," Chris began to point to each of the cabins. "Screaming Gophers. Killer Bass. Sinister Snakes. Savage Bunnies."

To be clear, the Screaming Gophers were on the far left cabin. The Killer Bass were on the left cabin near the middle. The Sinister Snakes were in the right cabin near the middle. And the Savage Bunnies on the far right cabin. There. That should help your imagination!

(Screaming Gophers Guy's Side) - Cody, DJ, Ezekiel, Geoff, Preston

The Screaming Gopher boys walked into their cabins, each sharing similar opinions about what their living spaces will be for the next sixteen weeks (though, Preston's opinion was vastly different but we don't talk about that).

"Bunk beds?" Geoff grinned. "Yo! Sweet! This is amazing! I can totally say we're gonna have loads of fun here! We can stay up all night, play games, party hard…"

"Talk about girls, truth or dare…" Cody finished Geoff's train of thought. "Speaking of girls. Did you catch just how many of them are total bombshells? We even got bombshells on our team! How lucky are we?"

"Bomb?" Ezekiel's eyes widened. Clearly he misinterpreted the meaning and had already gone to duck under the bunk beds. "Duck and cover, eh!"

"He said bombshell," Preston crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "There's no bomb anywhere, dude."

"There's not?" Ezekiel slowly peeked his head out of the bunk bed, a little confused. "Uh… what's a bombshell, eh?"

"Oh for the love of-" Preston exasperated at the sight of such an idiotic person.

"Relax," Cody chuckled, patting Preston on the back. "Relax. Clearly this guy doesn't know the way of the woman. And I, the Codemeister, shall teach him!"

"I don't think that's a good idea," DJ chuckled, amused by Cody's antics. "Dude struck out three times in the first five minutes. That's very rough."

"Four actually, if you count that one chick he tried to flirt with," Geoff joined the chuckle fest as well.

"Awww… why'd you have to bring that up?" Cody frowned, looking a bit disappointed at his failures.

"Either case, a bombshell is just a really pretty girl," Preston stared at Ezekiel, looking a bit too serious for his own good. "Just know that and you should be fine."

"Oh… pretty girl," Ezekiel rubbed his chin in thought. "I see, eh."

As Ezekiel began to think about these strange slang terms, Geoff had gone over to Cody, patting him on the shoulder out of reassurance. He maintained that grin on his face and chuckled.

"Hey, don't feel all down, bro!" Geoff grinned. "So what if you got rejected? We got other fun things to enjoy than hooking up with chicks! Like for example, a wicked bonfire party tonight! Who's with me, bros?"

"Yeah! Alright!" the cheers of all the boys, sans Cody, echoed throughout the cabin. Though, DJ had instantly stopped cheering, his eyes blinking.

"Hold on," DJ blinked. "Tonight?"

"Of course bro!" Geoff gave a thumbs-up to his cabinmates. "I got all the necessary materials! I just need a couple of hands to help me and invitations to be sent out and then we're all solid!"

"Invitations," Cody snapped out of his brief depressive phase and began to slyly grin. "That requires inviting the ladies too, right?"

"Of course bro!" Geoff grinned. "No party doesn't have a good number of chicks around!"

"Allow me, the Codemeister, to help pass out the invitations," Cody had bowed, clearly confident in his abilities as the aforementioned 'Codemeister'. One must wonder if he tries too hard to be that Casanova type character he always wanted to be.

"Ooh boy," DJ shook his head. "If Cody's doing it, I guarantee you most of the ladies won't be coming. Maybe I should go help him out."

"That would be a very smart decision," Preston nodded in agreement.

"H-Hey come on," Cody frowned. "You guys aren't cutting me some slack…"

"Ladies, eh?" Ezekiel was still thinking about ladies. Or bombshells. Was he still on that topic? Who the f*ck knows what's going on in his head…

Confessional: Ladies and… wait, how do you not know what a lady is?

DJ: My mama taught me to treat women well while I was growing up. She told me to always look at them as humans and not objects. It sounds simple, but... (He frowns a bit) for some guys, it's difficult. (He smiles) But I'm willing to teach guys like Cody how to give the women the proper treatment they deserve.

Ezekiel: So I guess there's a party tonight, eh. (He scratches his head in confusion) I don't know what's a bonfire, but the guys think it's a good thing. Back at home, the only party I had were birthday parties, eh. (Looks curious) Will there be balloons and cake?

(Screaming Gophers Girl's Side) - Beth, Bridgette, Heather, Lindsay, Samantha

"Seriously?" Heather dropped her luggage in disgust at what she saw. Their side of the cabin was pretty much the same as the boy's. "Bunk beds?"

"Well this is a summer camp, so it would make sense to have bunk beds," Bridgette noted.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Malibu Barbie," Heather scoffed, crossing her arms.

"What's your problem?" Bridgette stared at Heather with a frown. "You've been acting rude to everyone since you got here."

"Isn't it obvious?" Heather set her luggage carefully by a bunk bed. She recoiled in disgust at how dusty it currently was. "I clearly don't want to talk to any of you losers here. I came here expecting to be pampered and given quality service, not stuck in some lame dirty cabin."

"Hey, most of us were expecting the same thing," Bridgette set her luggage down as well. "Sure it's not what we wanted and I understand why you're upset, but being mean to every person you talk to isn't going to make things better."

"Ugh, whatever. It's not like you're staying here for long." Heather rolled her eyes before glancing at Samantha. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, uh… n-nothing," Samantha jumped up. It seemed that she had been shrewdly jotting things down in her notebook, which she hastily tried to hide. It was a terrible attempt but hey, she tried didn't she?

"That doesn't look like nothing," Heather gestured to her notebook.

"...I-I'm writing…" Samantha spoke softly. She looked a bit embarrassed having to reveal something like this. Oh my God. Writing! How sacrilegious!

"Writing?" Lindsay perked her head, confused. "But we're not at school… are we?"

"Ooh! That's so cool!" Beth looked excited. "What are you writing? Is it a story?"

"No…" Samantha bit her lip.

"Is it… a poem?" Beth continued to ask.

"No…" Samantha looked away, attempting to avoid eye contact.

"Ooh!" it was Lindsay's turn to ask, "Is it modeling?"

"That doesn't fit the context of the question…" Samantha blinked before shaking her head. "I-it's nothing to be worried about…"

"Then why won't you tell us?" Heather placed her hands on her hips, looking rather impatient.

"Hey," Bridgette frowned. "If she doesn't want to tell, then she doesn't have to."

"Hey, Lindsay, since we're bunking together, would you like a friendship bracelet?" Beth turned to Lindsay with a smile, handing her a hand-crafted friendship bracelet.

"Yes!" gasping in excitement, Lindsay clapped her hands joyously. "This looks so beautiful! I love pink!"

"Me too!" Beth gasped as well. "We are gonna be such good friends! Maybe even best friends!"

"Oh my gosh! Totally!" Lindsay giggled. "I can't wait to take you to the mall! We're gonna have so much fun shopping!"

While the two girls squealed and talked about their interests, Bridgette could only chuckle at how cheerful they were. But Heather on the other hand, frowned at the display.

Confessional: Bitches and nice girls. That's a recipe for something interesting.

Bridgette: Well it seems like my teammates are pretty nice so far. I'm hoping the same can be said for the guys. (she frowns a bit) But the only problem right now is Heather. I know it's only the first day so I shouldn't judge too quickly, but… (she shakes her head) You know what, I'm probably overthinking. She's probably just upset about being tricked to stay at a resort, that's all. (smiles)

Heather: I thought at the very least, I could have teammates that won't get on my nerves. But instead, I have to deal with Malibu Barbie who's acting like an overprotective mother, some loser who won't tell us what she's writing, an ugly dork who looks like a pig, and a complete idiot who probably has less brain cells than an eggplant. (She takes a deep breath) But if I wanna win the money, I have to play nice with them. (She smirks) And I already have two people in mind.

(Killer Bass Guy's Side) - Duncan, Gold, Harold, Ryan, Tyler

Even on a different team, the cabin's interior looked the same. It was the same color-scheme, same structure, same everything. When the guys for the Killer Bass entered, most of them had unimpressed looks, which wasn't a surprise. But right from the get-go, one of them spoke up.

"Alright, let's set some house rules," Duncan announced as he threw his bag onto a top bed. He crossed his arms and looked rather serious.

"What? Rules? Booooo." Tyler booed at him, in which Duncan rolled his eyes as his response. "It's the summer! We don't need rules! We need some extreme sports!"

"You either follow the rules or you sleep in the cold," Duncan stated, not amused at all. "Either way, I don't care. It's your choice."

Tyler stayed silent at that. Duncan meant serious business. Well at least, he looked serious business. Tyler feared that if he defied him, he was going to wake up with at least three piercings on his mouth.

"With that said, here's some rules," Duncan crossed his arms, giving a stern glare toward his cabinmates. "Don't mess with me. Don't f*ck with me. Don't pull any sh*t on me. And you do any of those, I break your legs. Got it?"

"...Everything you just said means the same thing," Harold pointed out.

"You wanna go smart*ss?" Duncan pounded his fist to the palm of his hand.

"Now now Duncan," Gold stepped up to hold the delinquent back. "Let's not have a fight under this cabin. True gentlemen should never fight."

"And if you do, then someone will come after you, evildoer!" Ryan declared.

"Oooh," Duncan mocked. "Is someone in tights gonna beat me up or something?"

"For someone who doesn't like rules, you're being an absolute hypocrite," Harold frowned, crossing his arms. "Your statement is contradicting-"

"And I can add another rule by being allowed to beat up dweebs like yourself," Duncan glared at Harold.

"Gentlemen shouldn't fight!" Gold exclaimed. "It's not the way of a gentleman! We are a group of gentlemen! And thus, we must be able to co-exist!"

"Yeah! I agree with Gold!" Ryan nodded. "If we don't, we'll be conquered by the evildoers and villains!"

"Now that is the spirit of a gentleman!" Gold agreed happily to Ryan's words.

"Woo! Team Extreme Gentlemen! Yeah!" Tyler cheered. This was followed up with him running toward the outside...only to hit the cabin door.

"That happens to 79% of people," Harold looked at Tyler. "41% for walking and not looking where they're going, and 38% for running like you just did."

"I'm stuck with a bunch of weirdos," Duncan groaned.

Confessional: The life of a gentleman is difficult.

Harold: (Crosses his arms) Duncan reminds me of the guys who bully me at school. I'm willing to bet he's either popular at school, on a sports team, or both. But he doesn't realize that 75% of people like him tend to drop out from college. (He grins) Plus, I went to Karl's Karate Camp for two years, so he's already making a bad move by going after me.

Ryan: Gold would be a very valiant hero against the evildoers and villains! He has the kindness, the courage, and most importantly, the honor of a gentleman! If he were to ever meet this person, he would be such a great and powerful ally! Perhaps they could become more than that! They could become friends! (He smiles)

(Killer Bass Girl's Side) - Eva, Izzy, Katie, Katherine, Leshawna

The first thing that happened when the Killer Bass girls got to their dorm was Eva. No joke, Eva got to a bunk bed first and dropped her duffel bag, which seemed to have been a bit too heavy for the wooden ground to hold. At the moment, that bag was now halfway through the floor, but Eva didn't seem to care.

"I get the bottom bed," Eva stated merely.

"Now hold on a sec, girl," Leshawna frowned at Eva, placing her suitcases aside. "Shouldn't you let the others take a snap at choosing before you choose yourself?"

"No. If they have a problem with it, I'd be happy to show them this," Eva gestured to her clenched fist. One look of that fist and we know somebody is going to get hospitalized from a single punch from that thing.

"For real?" Leshawna frowned. "We just got here and you're already threatening other people!"

"Deal with it," Eva retracted her fist and crossed her arms.

"Ooh! Did someone say threatening?!" Izzy popped out of nowhere. She popped her head between the two girls, excitedly. "One time, some homeless guy threatened to kill me and chop up my limbs! The way he walked was so funny! Of course I beat him up because my license to kill expired at that point."

"...Um...are you okay, girl?" Leshawna raised an eyebrow at Izzy.

"Ah, I'm fine!" Izzy giggled. "It was all self-defense anyways! Ooh! Ooh! Another time, I-"

"Shut up," Eva frowned at Izzy. She looked around, noting someone's absence. "Where's that annoying girl? What's her name? Katie? Yeah. I didn't see her come in and unpack her things here."

In an instant, Katherine walked in and dropped off her luggage. She acknowledged that people were in the cabin, but she still didn't say much of anything.

"Hey, where's that annoying girl, Katie?" Eva glanced at Katherine.

Katherine pointed out the door. Once she did so, she headed out of the cabin. It seemed she had nothing else to do within the cabin after all.

"Hey!" Eva glared at the silent girl. "I want a verbal answer! Where are you-"

"Relax, girl," Leshawna placed her hand on Eva. She noticed Eva's glare when she did that, retracted her hand, regretted ever doing that, and continued, "I'm guessing she's outside then. I'll be back, y'all, I'ma go look for her."

Leshawna left Eva behind with Izzy. While the former huffed, the latter merely stared at the muscled woman rather interested.

"So, wanna go help me find the Purple Nurple members?" Izzy asked with a smile.

Confessional: What the heck is the Purple Nurple?

Izzy: Okay, okay, so I came onto this island to find the Purple Nurple members. From what I know, they're this group of gang members who knows how to take people out with the Nipple Twister! But they won't teach anybody unless someone beats them up! (She starts cackling) Oh! And the Blue Waffle members too! Ah, shoot! (Hits herself on the head) Stupid Izzy! How could you forget about them?

Leshawna: To be real with y'all, the girls on my team are kinda different than my folks back home. I ain't saying it's a bad thing, 'cause I know I can get along with them. But Eva and that crazy girl Izzy? (She shakes her head) Mm-mm. They gotta chill. Don't get me wrong, I came here to win, but that doesn't mean I'm about to treat everyone like crap or freak them out, y'know what I'm saying?

(Sinister Snakes Guy's Side) - Jose, Justin, Noah, Noel, Owen

"Woohoo!" Owen charged headfirst into the Sinister Snakes cabin. Like the other cabins, it was pretty much the same thing. Bunk beds, cruddy wooden interior, and just camp-aesthetic in general. "Alright! This room looks awesome! We get to sleep in a cabin! And on bunk beds! It's like a sleepover! Woo! I can't wait to sleep with you guys!"

Awkward silence. Very well-deserved awkward silence too.

"Bad choice of words, big guy," Noah walked past the large boy, patting him on the back. His expression never changed all throughout his actions.

"W-What did I say?" Owen blinked, confused.

"Think about what you just said and use context clues," Noah crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at Owen. "You'll figure it out."

It took a moment, but Owen finally got it.

"Ohhhhh!" Owen looked surprised before nodding. "I get it now! It's not a sleepover, it's a slumber party! Thanks, Noah!"

"No that's… never mind," Noah groaned. He was surrounded by idiots.

Meanwhile, Jose was examining his bed. He tapped on it a couple of times, poking and prodding before smiling to himself. It seems like he was pretty cheerful about the circumstances of his bedding.

"Esto se siente tan suave," Jose spoke in his native language. "¡Es tan cómodo!"

"Uh… what did he just say?" Justin looked confused as he set his luggage down.

"Ah! Sorry!" Jose apologized. "I said this bed is soft."

"It's not bad, actually," Justin patted the bed. "Just as long as it doesn't ruin my back, my neck, or any part of my body. After all, I can't let those modeling companies down."

"¿Modeling? Eres una celebridad? You are a celebrity?" Jose blinked, smiling.

"Is that true?" Owen gasped, his eyes shining. "That would be so awesome! But… I don't think I've ever seen you on TV before. Or maybe I have, but I didn't recognize you-"

"Ahem," Noel cleared his throat and stood tall and firm. All eyes were directed toward him now. "May I have your attention, gentlemen? It seems that given our circumstances, we will be working as a team for a while. In order for us to succeed, our team needs someone who can bring success through their guidance. A person who has courage and skill to keep the team united. We need a team leader. And I will volunteer to take that role."

"Yes! Be our leader! Eres un hombre valiente y honorable!" Jose clapped his hands in a joyous manner.

"I am still learning Spanish, but I think you're complimenting me, so thank you," Noel bowed with a smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I will be informing our female teammates next door."

After Noel left the room, there was a moment of silence before someone spoke up.

"Whoa, a British guy as our leader?" Owen blinked before grinning. "That's so cool!"

Confessional: Plot twist, none of the girls want him as leader.

Noah: Meh. If Noel wants to play team captain, who am I to stop him? He's already putting a target on his back. That makes the competition a little bit easier for me. I could care less if the others get more camera time or if they want to play cheerleader. I'm not here for that. The only thing I'm here for is the money, and my brain is going to help me reach that goal. (He smirks) After all, the brain always beats the brawn and beauty.

Noel: I have talked to my female teammates and they're onboard with me as their team leader. (He smiles) This will be the beginning of another accomplishment for Noel Batsworth. Leading a team outside of business won't be the easiest thing for me, but the concept and approach is still the same, so I'm confident this will work out in the short-term and long-term.

(Sinister Snakes Girl's Side) - Angel, Candace, Gwen, Lurene, Sadie

And just like the boy's side, the girl's side still looked relatively the same as the other cabins. But compared to the boys, the girls were rather unimpressed with their living spaces. Specifically the moody one: Gwen.

"Well, it could be worse," Gwen sighed, shaking her head as she dropped her luggage on the ground. "At least he's not making us sleep outside in a cave or somewhere in the forest. This sucks."

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, darling," Angel smiled at Gwen, placing both hands on her shoulders out of reassurance. "I know you're upset and disappointed that Chris lied, and you have every right to feel that way. But as you said it yourself, it could be worse. We still have things to be positive about, like staying under a roof, an opportunity to win a million dollars, new people to be friends with."

"She's right," Lurene smiled, unpacking her belongings. "There's so many things in life to be positive about. And even when you're in a bad situation, there's always at least one positive thing within that situation."

"What about getting chased by a serial killer?" Gwen raised an eyebrow toward Lurene.

"...Most situations," Lurene continued to smile, only sheepishly this time around. "But still, it'll be okay. If you want to, I can be your friend. We can do plenty of fun activities together."

"I'll think about it," Gwen crossed her arms. "Honestly, it's whatever at this point, so I'm over it. I might as well deal with the circumstances and move on."

"You can talk to me if you want," Angel looked at her teammate, a little concerned.

"I know, I know," Gwen sighed. "Don't worry about me."

"Hey, Candace, what's that?" Lurene spotted Candace coming in holding her luggages and what seemed to be a body pillow with an anime male on the front.

"Oh! It's a body pillow of Spike Spiegel!" Candace's eyes sparkled as if they were from an anime themselves. "Isn't he handsome?"

"I don't watch too much anime, but I think he does look cute," Lurene giggled.

"You should!" Candace gasped. "What kind of genres are you into?"

"Ooh! What do you have for romance?" Lurene smiled widely. She seemed to be very interested in what Candace could have in store.

"There's School Rumble if you're looking for romantic comedy, Fruits Basket, Clannad, Clannad After Story, ooh!" Candace began to list off, counting off her fingers as she went. Though seriously… I've never heard of these pieces of anime art before so… Continuing along, "Especially Clannad After Story because it's about this couple that graduated high school and-"

"Sorry to interrupt you ladies, but have you seen Sadie by any chance?" Angel perked her head, getting a little overwhelmed by the information. "I see her stuff on her bed, but she's not here."

"Oh, I told her she could go see Katie," Lurene smiled. "I hope you don't mind. She just wanted to go see her best friend."

"Aww, that's very sweet of you to do that," Angel smiled approvingly toward Lurene.

"So Angel, do you watch anime?" Candace looked toward Angel with a hopeful expression.

Confessional: Did you know Spike Spiegel is from the anime Cowboy Bebop?

Candace: Okay, so first all, it's so awesome to meet someone who's into anime! Or at least, someone who wants to watch my anime recommendations. At school, plenty of people hate on me and my friends just for watching shows like One Piece or Naruto, let alone liking them. (She pouts) I don't understand why, they just have no reason or some petty excuse. Sorera no hitobito wa baka no tabadesu.

Gwen: Yeah. Like I said, this sucks. This camp sucks. The whole island sucks. But… on the bright side, at least my roommates aren't so bad. (She sighs) Even though part of me wants to open up and be friends with them, another part of me doesn't. I mean, they seem like nice people, but then again, the last person I trusted started out as a nice person. (She frowns)

(Savage Bunnies Guy's Side) - Jerome, Nathan, Omar, Tom, Trent

Of course, do I need to repeat myself? The Savage Bunnies cabin was pretty much the same as all the other cabins. So there's nothing else to say but continue forth with whatever is going to happen on this team.

"Ah! Such a splendid setting!" Omar clapped his hands together with a bright smile on his face. Unfortunately, the smile didn't last when he noticed the slightly cracked mirror. "Oh ho ho ho! Oh dear! This beautiful wardrobe mirror is cracked! Damaged! It must be replaced!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't count on that anytime soon," Nathan dragged himself into the room before dropping face-first onto the bottom bunk of a bed.

"Do not be driven by pessimism!" Omar scolded. "Embrace the world of positivity! Your life will be better fulfilled that way!"

"Sure," Nathan glumly noted. "I'm positive my life sucks and is on a downhill spiral towards Hell."

"Hey, man, I'm sure that's not true," Trent set his luggage down gently. "There's plenty of things in life to look forward to."

"He is accurate about that," Tom smiled at Nathan. "There is the opportunity of going to college, getting a job for money, paying taxes, leaving some of your high school friends behind, borrowing loans from the bank-"

"I think you should stick with the more positive stuff," Trent jumped in to stop Tom from rambling on.

"It's fine," Nathan sighed, turning his back on the bed and taking out a gaming console. "I won't be here for long."

Moments later, Nathan placed his headphones onto his ears, blocking out all sources of sound. His focus was now on whatever game he was playing, leaving the rest of the team to converse amongst themselves.

"If he wants to be left alone, then let him," Jerome shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"You sure that's a good idea?" Trent raised an eyebrow. "I'm just concerned about his-"

"We're not his babysitter," Jerome stated merely. "I know you wanna help him, but at a certain point, he needs to fix his problems by himself."

"He has made an accurate statement," Tom agreed. "As a teenager in this current era of society, he is expected to finish high school with a high grade-point-average so he can go to a prestigious college or university. If he is unable to do so, then he will be considered a failure in society."

"...What does this have to do with his mental health?" Jerome raised an eyebrow.

"Our current social culture tends to look down upon those with mental disorders, illnesses, or problems in general," Tom explained. "If he is hoping to attain success, he needs to, as you stated, eliminate his personal problems through whatever method is most comfortable for him."

"...I guess you have a point," Trent sighed, sitting down on his bed.

"Oooh! With my gorgeous eyes do I see a beautiful gold chain?!" Omar's eyes literally sparkled as he saw the gold chain that hung loosely around Jerome's neck. "Tell me, my fellow teammate, where did you get it from?"

"...Just someone," Jerome crossed his arms. His relaxed look tensed up a bit.

"A rather vague answer!" Omar rubbed his chin in suspicion before looking shocked. "Doth tell me, who is this someone you are referring to?"

"Why do you wanna know?" Jerome frowned, his eyes piercing toward Omar.

"Ah! It was nothing more than a question out of curiosity!" Omar nervously stated with a sheepish chuckle. "If thou shalt wish to not tell, then my mouth shall not speak of this any further! Done! End of discussion!"

There was silence. Then, Nathan yawned. He took off his headphones, turned off his gaming console, and wrapped the blanket over

"Wake me up…" Nathan closed his eyes… Then he opened them and looked glum. "Yeah, don't ever wake me up."

Confessional: Life is nothing but endless suffering… and then you die.

Jerome: The guys seem to be decent. I'd be lying if I said a couple of them aren't weird, especially that Omar guy. (shrugs) But I've dealt with weird people all of my life. These people on my team are tame and chill compared to the ones in my area. And I'm cool with them, just as long as they don't try any fucked up shit with me (he crosses his arms).

Nathan: ...Yeah, I hate it here. It's only the first day and I'm already prepared to leave this hellhole. (He shakes his head) No, actually, hellhole is putting it lightly. I don't know why the guys want to help me when I've been a lost cause for a long time. (He pulls out his gaming console) Might as well enjoy the one of two things I actually enjoy before I get voted out. Yup, time to disappoint people once again.

(Savage Bunnies Girl's Side) - Amanda, Amethyst, Anna, Courtney, Elizabeth

"Ladies, I would like to make an important announcement," Courtney stood up tall and firm. She clapped her hands together and honestly, she looked like she could've been on the front cover of every presidential campaign poster.

Also, there is no real reason to repeat what the Girl's side looked like. It's pretty much the same. Unlike the suspicious gray rocks that were suspicious and gray and yadda yadda yadda.

"This better be important," Amanda crossed her arms. "Wasting time will not be tolerated."

"Are you announcing to follow the great religion of Kitsunism?" Amethyst opened one of her eyes in her meditative position. She smiled. "The Great Kitsune would be very honored to have you. The demi-goddess Ahri will be commencing the- Oh!"

Amethyst was immediately smacked on the head by Amanda's ruler. Amanda was definitely not happy and instead looked towards Courtney.

"That is what I mean by wasting time," Amanda frowned. "Go on, Courtney."

"Thank you," Courtney beamed. "As a C.I.T., I would like to volunteer myself as this team's official leader. I will do my very best to guide the team to victory and maintain a form of unity within the Savage Bunnies. Does anyone have any objections to this?"

"...Um… what does C.I.T. stand for?" Anna raised her hand.

"It means Counselor-In-Training!" Courtney smiled, proudly.

"Oh, I thought it meant cock-in-training. If that was the case, I happen to know a few people who are-" Anna chuckled, laughing at her own stupidity before ultimately getting hit on the head with a ruler. "Ow! Hey! That hurts!"

"No inappropriate language," Amanda frowned at Anna. She looked back at Courtney. "Anyways, we're okay with you being the official team captain. I'm sure you'll do well in this role."

"The Great Kitsune respects and supports your decision to lead us," Amethyst head-bowed toward Courtney.

"There's no problem with that," Elizabeth shrugged, having been in bed minding her own business this entire time.

"Have you talked to the guys yet?" Amanda asked Courtney.

"I am about to do that!" Courtney smiled. She got up and prepared to leave. "I'll talk to you ladies later!"

Then Courtney left. And as soon the CIT did, Anna looked up with a smile, an idea popping in her head. Well, not an idea. More-so, a topic of discussion.

"Ooh! Speaking of guys, has any one of them here caught your interest?" Anna looked toward her female comrades.

"There are plenty of cute ones," Elizabeth smirked, twirling her hair before sitting upright. "We have some on our team as well."

"Do tell!" Anna took out her notebook with a smile. "Who are you thinking about?"

"Two people," Elizabeth licked her finger. "Both Trent and Tom look cute. When it comes to preferences, I'm into guys who are very nice, handsome, and can take care of themselves well."

"Ooh! I know a few people at home who are like that!" Anna began to scribble through her notebook excitedly. "Do you have any more preferences?"

"No, I don't have any other preferences," Elizabeth began to blush, chuckling to herself. This conversation was getting her to smile. "I could care less about their race, sexual orientation, or anything similar to that."

"That's great!" Anna gleefully grinned before turning to Amanda. "Would you like to join us in this conversation?"

"No," Amanda turned around from her luggage. She had been unpacking while the conversation was going on. "I'm not interested in a relationship."

"Aww," Anna pouted. Then she noticed something odd. "Huh. Where's Amethyst?"

"Did she disappear without us knowing?" Elizabeth scanned the room.

Then came the voice:

"Attention, campers!" Chris's voice announced to the entire camp through what is presumed to be an intercom speaker. "Report to the Main Lodge where you'll be served lunch, and your first meal at Wawanakwa Island! I'm sure all of you will enjoy meeting Chef Hatchet!"

Confessional: Why get into a relationship when you can just disappear from everyone?

Amethyst: (Is meditating) It is part of Kitsunism to abstain from entering a romantic or sexual relationship until of legal age, which is two more years. The Relationship Goddess Faith has taught me plenty about romance, self-love, and men. People ask about my religion and how many different gods and goddesses I worship. When it comes to Kitsunism, we are all one big family with the Great Kitsune as the leader. (She smiles a little bit) After all, the Family demi-god Ani has taught me that family is everything.

Courtney: So I was able to successfully convince the guys to have me as their team leader. It's not a surprise that I'm the most qualified person on this team to take the role. I have been in leadership positions for many years, ever since elementary school when I first became class president. (She smirks) With me leading the Savage Bunnies, our team will be on the way to inevitable success! Let the games begin!

(Cafeteria)

The cafeteria or Main Lodge was a rather large building, enough to fit hundreds of people, both dining room and kitchen. It had the same aesthetic as a summer camp: dirty windows, a set of moose antlers on the wall and above a fireplace, and a grumpy-looking man standing behind the kitchen counter. Speaking of man, he appeared to be large and muscular, most definitely someone you don't want to get into a physical confrontation with. He wore a chef's hat that looked way too big for his head, and a chef's apron over clothes covered in grease stains.

At the moment, he was giving an intimidating look to each of the forty campers in line. Also to point out, there were a total of four wooden benches, all of which were long enough to seat ten people. But back to the scary-looking chef.

"Listen up!" the man known as Chef Hatchet barked. "I serve three times a day! And you will eat three times a day! So grab a tray! Get your food! And sit your asses down now!"

The first one served was Preston, who found his plate with… something on it.

"...What the fuck is this?" Preston stared at his food, unamused.

"It's Sloppy Joes," Chef narrowed his glare toward the boy. "You got a problem with that?"

"It looks like shit," Preston set his plate down in front of Hatchet with a frown. "The meat looks undercooked, there's way too much tomato sauce, and even the bun is starting to form molds."

"You watch your mouth, maggot," Chef glared at Preston. "I ain't hesitating to put a brat like you in your place."

"I'm just saying," Preston scoffed. "No need to act like you have a stick up your ass."

Immediately, some of the contestants gave him a look as if they're trying to say "Look who's talking." Though, this was interrupted by random trivia facts from:

"Did you know that the phrase originated from an incident in 1969?" Harold asked with a smile. "It took place at an American college in Florida-"

"And you'll be part of an incident if you don't shut the hell up!" Chef barked before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. "These maggots are already worse than the ones at daycare."

"Wow, this looks good!" Owen was next in line. And compared to the big mood that was Preston, Owen actually looked happy about the meal he was getting. "Mind if I get a second one?"

"Finish what you have, big guy!" Chef barked at Owen. "I got other maggots to feed first!"

"A large muscular guy with anger issues?" Noah rolled his eyes. "Not surprised."

"What was that?!" Chef barked toward Noah. The egghead instantly went silent and bit his lip. "Come closer, scrawny boy. I didn't hear you."

"I-I didn't say anything important," the clearly afraid Noah noted.

"I'm sure you didn't," Chef narrowed his glare at Noah. "Hmph. That's what I thought."

As Noah took his food and quickly headed away from Chef, Katherine was next in line to pick up her food. But once she did so, she took one glance and dumped it all away in the trash can. Then she went to go take a seat in the cafeteria, with barely a response.

"Girl! Did I catch you throwing my food away?!" Chef yelled. He was ignored. "Answer the damn question!"

"Good God!" Omar cried out dramatically. "I've seen the Sloppy Joe move with my own eyes! This is a travesty! Such a thing is dangerous for my body and soul! Oh forgive me, Chef! I can't-"

Omar was interrupted by Jerome pounding on the meat with his fist.

"There. I fixed it for you," Jerome rolled his eyes at Omar.

"Ah, thank you, fellow friend!" Omar sighed before smiling at the gangster. "What did you think of my damsel-in-distress performance? Magnificent, wasn't it?"

"Next!" Chef barked directly toward Jerome and Omar.

Once everyone settled down to eat their so-called "Sloppy Joes", Chris arrived with a big grin on his face. Clearly, forcing kids to eat food that could easily cause food poisoning was very amusing in his eyes. Creep.

"How's the food, campers?" Chris grinned.

"Yo, Chris! You think we can order some pizza?" Geoff sighed, looking up. He got his answer when a cleaver was thrown toward him, missing by an inch. "Whoa, whoa! It's cool, Chef! Sloppy Joes is cool, bro!"

"This isn't too bad," Gold noted, taking a spoonful and putting it to his mask's mouth. Of course, none of the food even got into his mouth because of the mask blocking it. "It could be better, but there's always room for improvement!"

"You're not even eating it," Duncan frowned.

"Anyways, I talked to the producers earlier and they've decided to move your first challenge to tomorrow afternoon!" Chris grinned. "They figured it would be messed up to send someone home after just arriving. So, with that being said, you campers have the rest of the day to yourselves! Mingle with other people, explore the island, get some juicy drama going. In any case, I'll see you all tomorrow!"

Once Chris left, everyone was in complete silence. Then someone interrupted it.

"Would anyone like to have my leftovers?" Candace looked up with a smile. "I'm feeling stuffed like Hanzo Satoshi from Food Pirates."

Confessional: On the bright side, at least the food wasn't lethal.

Gwen: The food was super gross. Ugh. Coming here was such a big mistake. I signed up because of some stupid dare. Some dare this turned out to be. (frowns and sulks)

Chef: (His arms are crossed and he's rather upset) I don't get paid enough for this.

Once free-time was called, the first thing that Katie and Sadie did was meet up together in a vacant spot and hug each other. It was a good hugging. They missed each other so much, despite being separated for about an hour. Less if you counted that implied scene of Sadie meeting up with Katie, thanks to Lurene.

"I seriously can't believe we're not on the same team!" Katie complained, sitting on the ground with a sigh.

"I know right?" Sadie pouted. "But at least I didn't break out in hives!"

"That's true!" Katie noted before smiling. "Oh my gosh, I'm so glad we have free time today!"

"Oh my gosh, this is so great!" Sadie clapped her hands. "We don't have to worry about not being able to hang out! Oh oh! I have an idea!"

"What is it?" Katie looked at Sadie, curious and a bit excited.

"We can go ask Chris to be on the same team!" Sadie suggested. "Then we can sleep in the same cabin and have fun together!"

"That's such a great idea!" Katie grinned. "And I'm sure one of the girls wouldn't mind swapping with me or you! I'm so excited! EEEEEH!"

"EEEEEH!" Sadie squeed. She stood up, excited at the idea. "Let's go find Chris!"

As if by magic, Chris McLean arrived, driving an ATV. It seemed that he had caught their conversation while heading elsewhere and decided to take the time to stop and give them his own thoughts. His thoughts being:

"Sorry, ladies, but the teams are final!" Chris told the two girls.

"Wait! We can't switch teams?!" Sadie worriedly asked.

"Nope!" Chris laughed before driving off, his laughter fading into the distance.

Katie and Sadie couldn't help but look at each other now. This was it. They won't be on the same team together. This was… This was…

"Nooooooooo!" the two girls hugged and bawled.

"Thanks for deciding to help us invite some of the people here to the party," DJ thanked. "Cody and I would do it, but he is sometimes uncontrollable with the ladies."

DJ and Cody were currently with Angel and Gold, both of which had volunteered to help out with the invitations. And of course, Cody looked the most disappointed out of everyone in the area at the moment.

"C-Come on," Cody groaned. "It's not like I was going to peek inside their rooms or anything. Honest!"

"Of course," Angel nodded, though a bit untrusting. "I believe Gold and I will be most fit in inviting the female contestants."

"Huh?" Gold blinked behind his mask. "The female contestants?"

"Perhaps you should invite the males?" Angel suggested to DJ and Cody.

"Good idea," DJ smiled, nodding at the two. "I trust you guys can do it."

"Wait," Gold tidied up his suit. "Why do I have to invite the females?"

"Because unlike a certain individual, I think you will be most adamant in controlling your hormones," Angel smiled at Gold.

"Heh heh. By "certain individual", is she referring to me?" Cody's eyes darted back and forth, nervously.

"Who else?" DJ shook his head. "Either case, we'll meet you back here in a jiffy."

"Of course," Angel nodded toward DJ.

Six of the campers, all of which were male, were at the campfire area. Duncan, Noel, Tyler, Ezekiel, and Harold were listening to Geoff, who was in charge of setting up for tonight's party. Behind the party animal was a bunch of supplies that looked fitting for a party. No one knew how he managed to get some of the items into the island, nor did they want to question it.

"Alright, dudes. Here's how this is going to work," Geoff took out a piece of paper, only to crumble it up and throw it away. Instead, he decided to direct his instructions via pointing. "One table over there! Another table over here! Big DJ right there! Dance floor right in the middle. Moonlight in the sky. Food on all the tables. Loud music right next to the DJ. Got it, dudes?"

Some of the guys, including Tyler, blinked and looked confused, with the pain magnet being very lost, "...Can you repeat that?"

"Don't worry," Noel was one of the guys who understood everything, attempting to assure the others. "Allow me to guide you all. I remember everything he ordered."

"What?" Duncan looked shocked and surprised. "How the-"

"To be a good leader for a large corporation means to have a good sense of memory retainment, "Noel explained, interrupting him in the process. "It's to keep all important information orderly and organized."

"Huh… impressive," Duncan smirked, nodding his head.

"It really is," Harold agreed before becoming the walking encyclopedia again. "Did you know that the average human can memorize up to trillions of bytes of information? In fact, the cerebral cortex alone has 125 trillion synapses and each synapse can store up to 4.7 bits of information. So if you do the math, that's approximately 587.5 trillion bits of information in the cerebral cortex. How cool is that?"

There was a moment of silence, most of the guys struggling to take in the useless information. No one could blame them, given that it started off as a simple explanation from Noel. As for Duncan, he looked rather annoyed as he turned to Geoff.

"Hey, Geoff. Permission to sock him in the face?" Duncan asked, pounding his fist into the palm of his other hand.

"Whoa. Cortex? Not cool, bro," Tyler commented. At this point, what the fuck was he going on about?

"No time, bros," Geoff shook his head. "We need to set up this wicked party! Who wants me to help me set up food for the tables?

"I'll do the heavy-lifting, eh," Ezekiel raised his hand. "After all, setting up food is a w-"

"Ooh, ooh! I volunteer for DJ duty," Harold added, saving Ezekiel from making a horrible mistake. "After all, I have some serious mad skills when it comes to the art of mixing up cool beats."

"DJ Harold? Haha! Totally rad!" Geoff gave a high-five to him. "I like the sound of that! You're on!"

"Yes! Finally," Harold cheered, looking excited. "My mad skills will finally be put to good use!"

Duncan shrugged, not caring about Harold's enthusiasm of being DJ, "Guess I'll heavy-lift the stereos with prairie boy here."

"Yes sir, eh!" Ezekiel nodded.

"I'll help as well!" Tyler pointed to himself, looking confident.

"Three pairs of hands is better than two pairs is what I always say, hahaha," Geoff laughed before turning to Noel. "So that means Noel, you'll be helping me set up tables and food right?"

Noel nodded, "Of course. I will do my part of the assignment at hand."

"Awesome, bro! Woo!" Geoff cheered with an air fist pump. "This bonfire party is gonna be wicked!"

Right after that, he and Noel heard a loud sound, one that sounded like a collision. Given that the ground was soft and grassy, it was very unlikely that an object fell. Someone must've hit something, so the two of them turned to figure out what was going on. Just as they expected, it was indeed a person who hit something, that person being Tyler.

"Ow! My ribs!" Tyler cried out in pain while clutching his abdomen.

"Is everything alright?" Noel asked out of concern, watching Tyler get back up.

"He's fine," Duncan told everyone with an unamused look. "Dude became blind for a moment and ran into the table."

"That only happens to about 34% of people-" Harold attempted to be trivial again.

"Shut up, dweeb." Duncan interrupted him, saving everyone from hearing more pointless shit.

There was another moment of silence before Ezekiel spoke up out of confusion, "...What's a dweeb, eh?"

(Cafeteria)

In the cafeteria, Jerome, Noah, and Owen stayed put. Owen was cleaning off plates of unfinished food while Noah sat next to him, reading a book. Jerome was merely in thought. Of course, everything was interrupted when Jerome noticed a certain cook's presence.

"Huh? Preston?" Jerome raised an eyebrow. "What the f*ck are you doing here?"

"What does it look like?" Preston frowned. "I'm gonna knock the sh*t out of Chef Hatchet for serving inadequate food."

"Mmm. Yes. Inadequate," Noah spoke as he read his book. "That's the term we're going for here."

"Awww, come on," Owen tossed a clean tray to the side. "The food isn't that bad! Sure it could use a little work but the food is still edible."

"I wonder about what you can eat and what you can't eat," Noah raised an eyebrow at Owen, looking up from his book.

"Am I missing some context here?" Preston raised an eyebrow at Noah.

"Yeah," Noah looked back at his book. "This big lug ate a cockroach for some unknown reason."

"I… thought it was a pretzel," Owen chuckled sheepishly.

"Because cockroaches look exactly like pretzels," Noah rolled his eyes.

"Well, if you look closer, you can see that some cockroaches are tattooed with pretzels on their back!" Owen tried to defend himself… We shouldn't blame him. He did well with eating cockroaches in an alternate universe.

"...I have no words for that," Noah sighed, staring back at his book.

"Either case, while I respect your guts, how the f*ck do you think you're going to "knock sh*t out of Chef Hatchet"?" Jerome stared at Preston, leaning against the wall. "He isn't exactly the stray dogs you kick to the side of the street."

"First off, pick a better metaphor," Preston shook his head. "Second, isn't it obvious? I'm just gonna beat him. Right then and there."

Preston pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand. He looked pretty confident he could take on someone like Chef, which means he was either reckless or just completely stupid.

"...Have you ever seen the guy?" Jerome stared at Preston, a bit dumbfounded. "Dude's twice your size and twice the muscles you got. Now I think you're just being reckless here."

"Well what the f*ck am I supposed to do?!" Preston looked a bit irritated. "That big sack of bullsh*t is soiling the very foundation of culinary arts! Someone like that has gotta pay!"

"Well… I ain't stopping ya," Jerome closed his eyes, shaking his head. "That's for sure. But before you go get yourself killed, let me ask ya this. I hear there's some sort of party going on, hosted by your buddy Geoff. Right?"

"Huh?" Preston blinked before remembering what exactly Jerome was talking about. "Oh yeah. That. Yeah, it's tonight. 8:30 PM. Would love to make food for that but if Hatchet doesn't move his stubborn *ss, we're probably stuck with chips and soda for the time being."

"Feels much like the apocalypse, doesn't it?" Noah sarcastically noted, eyes still on his book.

"But WOOOO! Party! Count me in!" Owen cheered enthusiastically.

"Wouldn't mind enjoying myself," Jerome chuckled. "Takes off the heat for what's probably to come in the upcoming weeks."

"Meh. I'll pass," Noah shrugged, uncaring.

"Huh?! Noah! But whyyyy?!" Owen wailed, looking a bit disappointed.

"Parties aren't my forte," Noah shook his head. "So, that's a no for me."

"Your decision," Preston shrugged. His head darted toward the kitchen. "Now where the f*ck is Hatchet? Still need to f*ck him up."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Jerome stared at Preston. " Learn to pick your fights carefully."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Preston frowned.

(Savage Bunnies Girl's Side)

Having knocked on the door leading to the Savage Bunnies Girls, Angel stood back with a composed and firm stature. She waited silently. Then slowly, the door opened up wide, with all of the girls peeking through the door. They stared at Angel, curiously.

"Can we help you?" Amanda crossed her arms.

"Sorry to disturb you," Angel bowed. "But could we have a moment of everyone's time?"

"Hmm. What for?" Amanda raised an eyebrow.

"Geoff is hosting a large bonfire party and would appreciate it if everyone came," Angel explained. "In a sense, this is an invitation to his party. Starts at 8:30 PM tonight."

"Party?" Elizabeth looked especially interested. "Will there be any cute boys there?"

"Well… depends on your taste," Angel tapped her chin. "But there will be boys."

"Say no more!" Elizabeth beamed. "I'm coming!"

"Me too!" Anna's eyes shined brighter than the North star. "Romance always spreads in parties!"

"Truly, the gods have been highly generous," Amethyst nodded. "To have sent a messenger to invite me to such a banquet. Oh. How blessed I am."

"Quick question before I answer your invitation," Courtney crossed her arms, looking at Angel.

"Of course," Angel nodded.

"What's the matter with him?" Courtney gestured to Gold, who was covering his masked face with his hand. It seemed like a rather strange act for anyone to do really.

"Oh of course," Angel smiled. "He does not want to accidentally see what's in your room. After all, in his words, that's the way of a gentleman."

"Of course!" Gold declared with a point of his finger. "It's not polite to sneak a peek into a ladies' room. That is the way of a pervert! And gentlemen are not perverts!"

"How about this?" Anna giggled. She closed the door behind her with a smile. "There. The door is closed. You may stop covering your eyes."

Slowly, Gold released his hands from his masked face. Then he tidied up his suit and fixed his mask. No one could tell, but he was a little embarrassed.

"Ah… I guess this is much better," Gold noted. He bowed toward the girls. "I'm sorry for making a big scene."

"No no," Anna smiled. "It's totally okay! Your chivalrous nature is just too adorable!"

"Grk!" this hit Gold hard. He began to stutter. "A-Adorable you say? You… f-flatter me."

It was clear from this point that he's clearly never been complimented by women before. Or at least, wasn't used to compliments such as "adorable".

"Let's see," Anna smiled, taking out a notebook. "You wear a mask which really racks up the mysterious points! You're about… 5'9? Pretty thin, maybe 120 pounds. Alright! Don't worry! I'll hook you up with someone pronto!"

"You're…. Too kind," Gold looked away. Even with his mask on, it was easy to tell that he was getting embarrassed.

"By the way," Anna smiled, a little more excited than usual. "What's your d*ck size?"

"E-Excuse me?" Gold blinked.

Instantly, Anna was whacked on the head by Amanda. Someone should rack up a counter because she was getting whacked left and right by this woman.

"Ow! Come on!" Anna groaned, rubbing her head. "It's an important question!"

"So the party is at 8:30 PM?" Courtney asked, tapping her lips before nodding. "Well, I don't have anything planned for tonight, so I guess you can see me there."

"Same here," Amanda slapped the ruler onto the palm of her hands. "Someone has to enact some discipline on those who choose to do awful things to the punch!"

"In my religion, spiking the punch is a crime punishable by jail time, overlooked by the Great God of Dominance, Minato," Amethyst declared. "He enacts the meanest punishments of any God. So do tell those who choose to do so the dire consequences."

"Hm… sure thing…" Amanda raised an eyebrow at Amethyst. We can admit that even she found the folklorist to be a little strange.

(Savage Bunnies Guy's Side)

"Aw come on Cody," was the first thing DJ said to the very disappointed Cody. Cody was drooping, clearly not happy with the prospect of inviting men instead of women. The stronger male patted the geek on the back supportively. "No need to be disappointed. We're still inviting people after all."

"Yeah, but I was more interested in inviting the laaadies," Cody groaned.

"And if we had you doing that, no ladies would be at the party," DJ shook his head.

"Are you saying they won't fall for my Codemeister charm?" Cody looked offended, insulted even at what DJ was hinting at. Wait, hinting? No. He was downright telling him that his charm wouldn't work.

"...Dude," DJ flatly stated. "Your Codemeister charm worked so well that you got rejected four times."

"Urk!" Cody jolted back. He looked down, disappointed. "That hurts bro."

DJ sighed. There was no helping it. This young boy was letting his hormonal charms control every movement. The gentle giant knocked on the door leading to the Savage Bunnies boy's side. And once it opened, DJ was given a treatment of extravagance:

"Guests of honor! Welcome! To my wonderful emporium!" Omar declared happily. "The cabin that belongs to only the savagest of men! The men that will remain cloaked in bunny outfits until their true demons are shown! The cabin of the Savage Bunnies!"

"Uh…." DJ blinked.

"Ignore him," Trent stepped out with a sigh. "It's his way of saying "What do you want?"."

"You can understand him?" DJ blinked.

"I've been bunking with him for at least a few hours now. I have at least some understanding of what he's trying to say," Trent noted. His gaze turned toward Cody. "What's with him? He looks as depressed as one of ours."

"I guess my depression is contagious," Nathan's voice called out from within the cabin. "You should probably vote me off first before it infects the entire island."

"I don't believe mental depression is contagious," Tom's voice could also be heard from within the cabin. "At the very least, it's just a psychological disorder that can be restrained through assurance with friends, family, or use of antidepressants."

"...Do you have friends?" Nathan's voice questioned Tom's.

"Well uh… no," Tom's voice stammered a bit. "But-"

"Then you don't get a say in anything," Nathan stated. The sounds of him playing his game was now audible to DJ. This got awkward for him.

"...Um… to answer your question," DJ looked toward Trent. "Cody's just bummed that he struck out four times. Either case, Geoff is hosting a party and he's inviting you all to it."

"A party?" Trent raised an eyebrow. He smiled. "That sounds sweet."

"Yes! A party!" Omar grinned, cheering. "A truly wicked event where us, the guests, can truly bring out the animals within us and enjoy life to the fullest!"

"Animals?" Tom peeked his head out. "I've heard of predatory and prey-like behavior in humans but can such an event really cause such a thing?"

"I'm pretty sure he means that we'll be having a lot of fun…" Trent crossed his arms, looking at Tom. "Unless he has an alternative meaning for animals?"

"So… either case," DJ cleared his throat. "You guys coming?"

"Huh?" Trent blinked before nodding. "Oh yeah. Sure. Definitely."

"Of course!" Omar declared.

"I would be very intrigued to see how this party works," Tom smiled at DJ.

"Nope. Not going," Nathan noted from the bed he was on. "Parties are just… blegh."

"Well, I kind of figured Nathan would say no," DJ chuckled sheepishly. "Anyway, the party starts at 8:30 PM. Would love to see you all come."

Then DJ gave his fellow competitors a firm nod. He began to exit the scene, but not without dragging a still-depressed Cody along the dirty floor. Then shutting the door, Trent turned towards his male teammates.

"This is nice," Trent smiled. "A party at 8:30 PM? Man, sounds just like a summer camp."

"But… are you sure you don't want to attend Nathaniel?" Tom looked toward Nathaniel, I mean Nathan. "I believe it could be a good bonding time fo-"

"One. Don't call me Nathaniel," Nathan looked up from his game, unamused. "Two. Bonding is also blegh so… I don't want to."

Nathan looked back toward his game.

"Oh… I see," Tom looked down.

"If the lad with the console of moving images wishes to stay, then let him stay and be a coward while us men fight headfirst into the war of drinking and dancing!" Omar declared before striking a pose. "Huzzah!"

"Drinking?!" Tom blinked. "But we are not of age to drink!"

"I think…" Trent was about to translate… then he was at a loss on what Omar would have meant. He shook his head. "Actually. I got nothing with that."

(Beach)

Walking alongside the beach, Bridgette couldn't help but feel it. The breezy cold ocean waters sprinkled on top of her cheeks. And what was on the sandy beach shores? Trash. All of it. From soda cans to plastic wraps, Bridgette couldn't believe these were things that were just so carelessly tossed into the oceans to just wind up right here, on a beach that could've been very beautiful.

"This is a shame. I was hoping I could at least get some good surfing in here," She sighed and leaned down. She prepared to pick a glass bottle but noticed something much more peculiar than a bunch of trash. " ...Wait. Huh?"

That peculiarity was Katherine, who was crouched over doing something that Bridgette couldn't see quite clearly.

"Hey is that?" Bridgette walked over to the silent girl. "Um, excuse me. You're Katherine right?"

Tensing up, Katherine looked behind her to see the surfer girl, staring down at her curiously. She remained silent.

Huh. She hasn't spoken at all since she's arrived, Bridgette had thought before she opened her mouth to speak. "Ahem, so uh. What brings you here to the beach? I mean, there isn't much to do around with all this trash…"

Katherine was silent. She glanced around. Then slowly she revealed what she was trying to hide from Bridgette: a seagull with plastic wrapped around its neck. The seagull itself seemed to be in a daze but it was clear that Katherine was trying her best to save it.

"Oh my God!" Bridgette gasped. "The seagull! It's…"

Katherine nodded. Then she held out her hand, a gesture to tell Bridgette not to worry. Then gesturing for the surfer to come toward her, Katherine noticed Bridgette perk her head. It seems the surfer was trying to decipher her words.

"Huh?" Bridgette asked, blinking. "You… want me to help?"

Katherine nodded.

"Okay," Bridgette took a deep breath. "What should I do?"

Katherine began to think. Then grabbing Bridgette's hand, she put them on the seagull, pressing them down firmly. Bridgette got the message and held still, making sure the seagull didn't move. With Bridgette holding the seagull down, Katherine took out a pair of scissors.

"Um, just checking," Bridgette looked at Katherine. "So, you want me to hold down the seagull…"

Katherine nodded, her concentration directed toward the seagull's neck. Slowly and precisely, Katherine made sure the plastic string fit between the two blades of the scissors. Slowly and precisely, piece by piece, she snipped each string until there was nothing left but the flesh of the seagull that was bruised by plastic.

She gestured to Bridgette to stay put. Then she took out a medikit and took out a set of supplies, and began to apply the medical treatment on the bruising of the seagull, efficiently.

"Wow… you're really… good at this," Bridgette stared at Katherine.

Katherine finished her job and the seagull was now pretty much plastic-free. It's neck is bandaged. Katherine herself smiled softly at her handiwork. Her achievement.

"Amazing!" Bridgette looked happy at the job well-done. She let go of the seagull who only looked around, still dazed. Katherine then took the seagull, nodded at Bridgette with a small smile and prepared to release the seagull. No doubt, the silent girl was happy that the bird was free from its restraints.

"So I assume you're someone who works well on taking care of animals… are you like a veterinarian?" Bridgette perked her head.

Katherine nodded before releasing the seagull. She watched the seagull fly into the air, flying toward the horizon.

"That's so cool!" Bridgette beamed, smiling. "And admirable! Man. It's not everyday you see someone actually take it upon themselves to take care of the animals."

And as Bridgette and Katherine turned to face each other, the seagull that was released was suddenly eaten by a shark that had jumped out of the water. They did not notice this though and we won't tell them about it. Nope.

Katherine nodded at Bridgette before she noticed something. It was something that caught her interest.

"Hm? What's up?" Bridgette blinked.

The silent girl pointed in the direction she's looking at, which was a shirtless Justin relaxing on the beach. Justin was wearing sunglasses, his body perfect. How he could relax on a dirty beach however was beyond me though.

"Oh wow…" Bridgette faintly blushed.

"Ladies," Justin turned his head, shining a grin at the two. He took off his sunglasses and winked. "How's it going?"

Katherine stared at Justin while Bridgette tried hard not to stare at him.

"We're good," Bridgette blushed. "We just finished getting plastic off a seagull's neck."

"That's nice," Justin smiled. "Animals are very beautiful in this world."

"They are!" Bridgette smiled brightly. "I love taking care of animals, especially the ones that live in the water."

"That's nice," Justin chuckled. "The ocean is important to protect, wouldn't you say so?"

He flashed her his signature charming smiles.

"Y-Yeah!" Bridgette stammered. "Not just the ocean, but the whole planet."

"You girls wouldn't mind staying here right?" Justin asked Bridgette. "It'd be cool to get to know you two better."

Katherine shrugged and sat down...but then she noticed something...

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Justin looked at Katherine, a little confused by what she was looking at.

With a quick point, Katherine gestured to what he was sitting on… a dirty soda can. Of course, this raises the question of how he didn't feel that but then again… it was Justin after all.

"Gah!" Justin stood up straight, heavily disgusted. He began to panic. "No wonder that felt kind of weird! No… even worse. Ew ew ew ew ew ew! My butt's been tainted! I need to get it fixed!"

"O-Oh?" Bridgette blinked.

"I'll talk to you girls later!" Justin hurried off, screaming. "Must make butt beautifully perfect!"

"...That was weird," Bridgette blinked.

Katherine nodded in agreement.

"But he's still hot," Bridgette stared at the model who was still running off into the distance. She blushed.

Katherine also nodded in agreement at that, but this time, even she was beginning to blush lightly.

Confessional: That soda can is the main antagonist of the season.

Justin: Okay, I'm making a mental note to always check the ground before sitting down from now on. Not only did that soda can make my pants dirty, but it tainted my butt. Do you know how many modeling companies are already planning to reject me right now? Just because of that, my butt needs to be reinspected three times! (He takes a deep breath) That dirty soda can may have beaten me, but I will get the last laugh.

During her free-time, Lurene decided it best to explore the island. She looked around, smiling happily, wondering what kind of people she was going to meet on this island. Well, she's got a good gist of what most of them were like thanks to island introductions but either case, it would be nice to find out what most of them were actually like. Speaking of which...

"Ah! Lulu!" Jose waved toward Lurene, calling her by her nickname. "How are you, amiga?"

"Hey, Jose!" Lurene smiled. "I'm doing good, I was about to go walk around and explore the camp. How about you?"

"I am doing good!" Jose smiled, looking around at his surroundings. His face turned to that of confusion. "¿Estás explorando este campamento? Summer… camp?"

"Yup! This is a summer camp!" Lurene giggled. "It looks pretty nice, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes. It is nice," Jose then gestured to the sky. "Canadá tiene buen tiempo, así!"

"Mhm! The weather is so nice and beautiful today," Lurene chuckled at Jose. "It makes me feel motivated to go hiking or riding on a bike."

"Ah! I have a bike at home! It is red and from my brother," Jose nodded with a smile.

"That's really cool! This place looks fun enough to go bike riding. I can also sing my favorite songs while doing so," Lurene smiled. Then she looked a bit disappointed. "But too bad I couldn't bring my bike here, not that I was allowed to anyway."

"It is okay!" Jose patted her on the shoulder. "¡Podemos hacer otras cosas divertidas!"

"That's true," Lurene nodded. "Maybe we could go explore the camp together! That is, if you want to."

"I want to explore the camp," Jose smiled at Lurene. "It will be very fun."

"Yay! Let's go!" Lurene giggled before running off.

"Ella es una buena persona para hablar con," Jose shook his head amusedly. He smiled and then began to catch up to her. This was the birth of what seemed like a beautiful friendship…. Okay not true. Their friendship was born the moment they stepped on the island together.

(Woods)

Within the wilderness, lay a wild girl who didn't seem at all bothered by the prospect of being alone in the woods. That wild girl was Izzy, who sat in thought of whatever plan she had in mind. And believe me, you don't want to find out what is in that mind of hers.

"Alright, Izzy, today is the day I find those Purple Nurple members," Izzy cackled. "It's only a matter of time. Those Blue Waffle people may be off the hook for now, but I'll get them."

Izzy scanned around the forest she was in. She was completely alone. Too alone. No squirrels, no bears, no flies. No nothing. Though, there was a figure in spandex looming over the scenery from the tall tree but that wasn't anything special… Wait. Spandex?

"Ah-hah!" Izzy stood up and pointed toward the person. "Purple Nurple Member get!"

Instantly, Izzy hurried off to climb the tree.

Meanwhile, we will check who this spandex-wearing person is. Oh yes! It was him! Ry- I mean, the Great Captain Of…! Of what you ask? We don't know yet!

"Hmm," The Great Captain Of... rubbed his chin. "Everything seems to be civilized. No evildoers causing people trouble. This is good. This is very very good. Hm? What's that sound?"

The superhero himself heard some sort of panting and clawing noises. It was enough to make a baby cry but a hero like himself stood firm and tall. He was going to in-

"Take that you Purple Nurple member!" Izzy pounced toward Ry- I mean, the Great Captain Of… and immediately, the two of them fell off the tree and landed straight toward the ground. From then on, Izzy showed no mercy in attacking the Captain. "Take that! And that! And th-"

"Gah! Stop stop! Stop you crazy woman of foul evil!" Great Captain Of… declared, clearly in pain. "Ow! Stop! I am no Purple Nurple member! What even is a Purple Nurple!"

"Huh?" Izzy stopped doing what she was doing and stared at him, confused. "Wait. You're not?"

"Of course not!" The Great Captain Of… declared. "The Purple Nurples sound evil. And I, the Great Captain Of... am not evil!"

"...You sure?" Izzy deadpanned, clearly not convinced.

"Of course!" Ry- The Great Captain Of… I need to remember that, ahem, the Great Captain Of responded to Izzy. "If I was evil! It will heavily go against everything I believe in! For truth, justice, and the Canadian way!"

"Hmm… If you really do believe in the Canadian way, then answer me!" Izzy squinted her eyes toward The Great Captain. "For only a true Canadian hero would know the question to this! What… is Canada… most famous… for?"

"Hah! Easy!" The Great Captain smirked, crossing his arms. "Pizza Hut!"

Somewhere in Canada...

A human-hybrid emo-looking otter suddenly sat upright from his bed. He frowned.

"Alright… who the f*ck made a Pizza Hut joke?" Otter frowned.

"Haha! So you really are a true Canadian hero!" Izzy declared, cackling.

"Of course!" The Great Captain Of... declared. "I could've said maple syrup, hockey, or even moose, but a true Canadian would choose none of those things!"

"Hahahaha!" Izzy laughed. "I don't think that's true but hahahaha!"

"Either case. I am a hero, so you may trust me about information regarding the Purple Nurples," The Great Captain Of… declared. He loomed closer to Izzy. "What are they? Some kind of gang? Are they in affiliation with the Jellybean Smuggler?!"

"Jellybean Smuggler?! How dare someone smuggle jellybeans!..." Izzy looked angry… then it reverted to a calm expression. "But no. They are not in affiliation with the Jellybean Smuggler."

"Hmm, in that case, what kind of wrongdoing have they done?" The Great Captain Of... asked.

"Oh! They attack people through Purple Nurpling," Izzy replied merely.

"Egads! How dare they?!" The Great Captain Of… looked disgusted behind his spandex. "Purple Nurpling is the most painful thing to ever occur to the human race! No need to worry, valiant citizen! I will help you find the Purple Nurples!"

"Ooh ooh! Will I get to wear spandex as well?!" Izzy looked excited.

"...I'll think about it… sidekick!" The Great Captain had to think for a few moments before responding to the wild child. His booming voice was of course loud enough to leave an impression on Izzy however.

"Sidekick?!" Izzy gasped. "But Izzy wants to be Captain!"

"Maybe later sidekick!" The Great Captain. "Because The Great Captain Of… tends to work alone! So he has no idea how partnership works without dubbing the partner as a sidekick! So henceforth, you'll be known as The Great Sidekick of The Great Captain Of… I'll have to keep thinking of a good name for you, but until then, that will be your name!"

"I can come up with a better name!" Izzy pouted.

"Of course The Great Sidekick of The Great Captain Of…!" The Great Captain declared. "But until then, report back to me once you've gathered more information about the Purple Nurples!"

"Hmph!" Izzy frowned, crossing her arms. "Izzy will do better than that! Izzy will prove that she's worthy of being The Even Better Captain Of The Great Captain Of…!"

"Hahaha! We shall see!" The Great Captain grinned. "Until then! Good luck!"

Then the Great Captain instantly darted off, Naruto-style… What a meme. And as the Great Captain, Izzy could only cackle to herself. Oh yeah. She was definitely going to prove herself to be greater than the Great Captain. For she will be…

Confessional: So if there's a sidekick, is there such thing as a sidepunch?

Izzy: I'll prove myself to that Great Captain Of… guy! In fact, just he wait! Izzy will be the Even Better Captain And Will Not Be Named The Great Sidekick Of The Great Captain Of…! (cackles once more)

(Screaming Gophers Girl's Side)

"...And that's how I ended up with braces!" Beth gestured to her braces. Beth had just spent the last few hours telling the story about how she got braces in the first place. Though it would've been a wonderful story, we don't have time to listen to something so boring.

"Oh gosh, that sounds really painful!" Lindsay looked worried. "I wouldn't want to get punched in the jaw!"

"I'm sure you won't!" Beth chuckled. "But thankfully, my parents transferred me to another school after that."

"Huh…" Lindsay tapped her chin. "I wonder what braces would feel like."

"Trust me, it's so painful at first, but it'll be so worth it!" Beth lisped. "I can't wait to have a smile like yours! Your smile looks so amazing!"

"Aww, thanks!" Lindsay giggled. "Yours look great too!"

"Really?" Beth blinked. She looked down. "People at my school think I look weird. One guy pretended to like me just because his friends dared him to."

"I'm sure it's not like that," Lindsay innocently smiled at Beth reassuringly. "Maybe the guy had a crush on you and he didn't know how to tell you."

"What do you mean?" Beth looked unsure. "He laughed at my face and embarrassed me in front of my classmates!"

"Well...l-" Lindsay tried to respond but accidentally knocked over a nail polish bottle that was on her bed. It fell to the ground and instantly, the bottle cracked a bit, spilling some of the liquid onto the wooden floor. It was like fate was telling her to shut up and not make things even worse for her. "Oh no, my nail polish!"

"I-I'll get some paper towels!" Beth cried out before hurrying out the cabin.

"Hurry!" Lindsay looked terrified. She pouted at the mess that was on the floor. "Aw, this was my favorite one. Now I'll never get to try out the Barbie pink color."

"Um, why the hell is there nail polish on the floor?" came the voice of the wicked Heather. But wicked is only a term reserved for canon so I guess I don't have any right to call her wicked.

"Hi, Helen!" Lindsay looked sad. "I think I may have knocked it to the floor… or did I drop it?"

"First of all, it's Heather," Heather frowned. "Anyways, I need to talk to you about something."

"Are we going to the mall together?" instantly, Lindsay's mood changed. She looked excited now. "Ooh! We could get the Summer Blue nail polish that's on sale! Or even better, we could go shop for-"

"Shut up," Heather snapped toward Lindsay. "We're not even close to a mall. What I'm trying to say is-"

"I'm here!" Beth arrived, interrupting the two, holding multiple paper towels. "Oh, hey Heather!"

"I swear I'm about to lose it," Heather muttered to herself.

"Oh hey, Beck!" Lindsay smiled toward Beth. "We should go to the mall together with Helen!"

"That's such a great idea!" Beth smiled brightly, dropping the paper towel on the ground before looking confused. "Wait, isn't her name Heather?"

"Oh yeah that's right!" Lindsay nodded.

"Uh, hello?" Heather frowned. "I can hear you two. I never said I wanted to go to the mall."

"That's okay! We can make friendship bracelets!" Beth smiled, holding out a dog-shaped bracelet. "Look! I made you one that's shaped like a dog!"

"Aww! That's so cute!" Lindsay clapped her hands. "Ooh! I brought a swimsuit with dog designs on it!"

"Ugh!" Heather groaned. "I am not dealing with this any longer!"

With a newfound irritation by her side, Heather stormed off, not wanting to deal with a bunch of idiots ever again… until she tries again tomorrow.

Confessional: The dog-shaped bracelet is elementary school nostalgia.

Heather: (She groans) It's hard for me to play nice with those two annoying idiots! (She takes a deep breath) This is going to be harder than I thought.

Lindsay: (She's facing in the right direction and holding her dog-design swimsuit, a two-piece) This looks so cute! All of these dogs look so happy! I wish there was one with me right now so I can pet it. But if I press on one of the dogs on here, then it'll come to life! That's what one of my friends told me!

(Suspicious Gray Tree)

The suspicious gray tree was a tree unlike an-

"Don't you f*cking dare," ripoff Nathan teleported into the picture, glaring at me.

Okay okay okay. Sheesh! Depressed much? I wait until ripoff Nathan teleports away. Then I sigh and continue my narration. Ah! Gwen. The goth had found an isolated area and decided to sit back.

"At least I don't have to deal with that prick of a host until tomorrow. Might as well do something to kill time," Gwen sighed. Then she heard something. A voice. "What the heck was that?"

The voice belonged to Samantha, who had yet to bump into Gwen and was crawling around the floor, looking very very nervous.

"C-Crap… where did my pencil go…" Samantha nervously shivered.

Back toward Gwen, the goth had noticed a pencil and picked it up. She raised an eyebrow, a little curious to where the pencil could've come from.

"Huh. I wonder where that person could be," Gwen noted. "She has to be nearby…"

Looking up, Gwen jolted back when she was met face-to-face with Samantha. The two girls stared at each other, with Samantha nervously speaking up first.

"Oh… hi," Samantha shuffled her feet.

"...Is this your pencil?" Gwen showed Samantha the pencil.

"Y-yea- w-wait, how do you know it belongs to me?" Samantha glanced around, a little paranoid.

"I heard your voice while I was trying to rest here," Gwen explained. "And there's nobody else nearby besides the two of us."

"Oh," Samantha nervously took the pencil, trying to avoid eye contact. "T-Thank you…"

"Yeah," Gwen sat back down. Then she noticed that Samantha was staring at her. This weirded her out a bit. "Uh… what are you looking at?"

"N-Nothing!" Samantha cried out. She looked down. "...I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Gwen sighed. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"What is it…?" Samantha looked at Gwen with a nervous glance.

"Are you a writer or an artist by any chance?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh!" Samantha hugged her notebook close to her. "N-No, I'm neither of that!"

"Yeah, that notebook you're holding is convincing enough," Gwen sarcastically noted.

"I-It doesn't have anything important, n-nothing to be worried about," Samantha noted, biting her lip.

"I'm not gonna ask what's in there," Gwen told her. "I just wanted to know if you're a writer or an artist. If it makes you feel any better, I happen to be both."

"You're a writer…?" Samantha asked.

"I'm more of an artist, but yeah, I write," Gwen nodded.

"...That's good," Samantha nodded nervously. She looked around before nervously moving away. "Um… I'm going to go somewhere else."

Samantha left, shuffling away.

"Well that was weird," Gwen shrugged. "Whatever. At least I'm alone now."

Confessional: Must be nice to have good social skills.

Samantha: I don't like talking to other people that much, especially people I barely know. It's not because I think they're rude or they're out to get me, unless if they get up into my business. When I'm socializing with anybody that I'm not close with, I tend to stutter and act nervous. (She looks a bit gloomy) Even with my closest friends, I still stutter every now and then. Now I feel like I made that girl upset or something similar to that. (She sighs) If only I had good social skills.

(Outside the Cabins)

Outside the cabins, there were some grunting noises. And before your mind heads to the wrong gutter, it's not like that. It's actually Eva doing push-ups, pulling some sweats as she does her daily training.

"Forty-nine… fifty!" Eva finished off and stood up, not even looking remotely tired. "Hmph. That was an easy warm-up. Time for me to beat my record."

"Whoa! That was so cool!" Candace instantly came up to Eva, impressed. This however annoyed the stronger woman.

"What do you want?" Eva frowned, staring at Candace.

"I can't believe you did fifty push-ups without breaking a sweat!" Candace smiled excitedly. "It's like watching Android 18 working out in real life!"

"So?" Eva responded, uncaring.

"It's a compliment," Candace frowned a bit. "Android 18 is one of the strongest female anime characters. Ooh! Speaking of anime, do you watch it? Or better yet, are you a fan of anime?"

"No, and no," Eva scoffed. "I don't care about that crap."

"Aw… you'd be a cool anime character though," Candace looked pretty disappointed by Eva's answer. "Like one of those badass fighters who beats everyone up and is respected by many people. Are you sure you don't want to try one show? I'm sure you'll enjoy it! Ooh! Speaking of Android 18, you should watch Dragon-"

"I said no!" Eva barked toward Candace. "If you keep asking, I'll break your jaw wide open!"

"Hey! What the hell's wrong with you, girl?!" instantly, big sistah Leshawna strutted, confronting the stronger girl. Candace looked immensely scared by Eva's threat and instantly hid behind Leshawna.

"This girl won't shut her mouth," Eva glared at Candace.

"But it ain't like she was tryna be disrespectful!" Leshawna crossed her arms, before turning to Candace. "You alright, sugar?"

"I-I'm okay," Candace rubbed her arms, biting her lip.

"What are you doing?" Eva frowned. She looked much more annoyed than she did before. "She's not on our team!"

"Who cares?!" Leshawna shook her head. "Just 'cause it's a game doesn't mean I'm gonna act like you!"

"You better watch it, you large loudmouth," Eva threatened.

"Oh, you did not just say that!" Leshawna pulled up her sleeves, looking a bit more irritated than before. "You shut your gorilla-looking ass up with your caterpillar unibrow before I give your man-looking face a whoopin!"

"Hmph. People your size are nothing for me," Eva gave a heated glare toward Leshawna.

"Well, come on then!" Leshawna challenged the larger brawn.

"Stop it, you two!" Candace cried out, trying to stop the fight. "Please just calm down and not fight! It's not worth it!"

"Ugh, whatever," Eva rolled her eyes before preparing to leave. "I'm going for a run. You two better not follow me."

And with that, Eva left, jogging off, leaving the two girls in the dust. Leshawna could only scoff at her teammate before turning to Candace.

"Hey, sorry about that, girl," Leshawna apologized to Candace.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize!" Candace smiled at Leshawna appreciatively. "I've dealt with people like her, and most of the time, they turn out to become better later on! I think she'll have a redemption arc like Fuka Hanyuu from Death Escape."

"I have no idea who she is, but girl, you got a lotta heart to not be upset at her," Leshawna nodded. "But if you need someone to deal with her, you can talk to me, sugar honey."

"Dōmo arigatōgozaimashita, sore wa arigataidesu," Candace nodded, her smile widening. Then she noticed Leshawna's confused expression and giggled. "Oh right! It's Japanese for, "thank you very much. I appreciate it.""

"That's pretty cool," Leshawna looked at Candace, impressed. "Wish I could speak another language."

"I can teach you!" Candace smiled brightly as she began to ramble on and on and on and on... "Ooh! And I can also show you some manga! One of them has this cool character that almost looks like you!..."

(Bonfire Party)

And thus, the night of the Bonfire Party hit. Everyone was having a blast. Music was popping. Lights were being played around with. Food was being eaten (mainly by Owen), and everyone was having fun conversing among themselves. Well, almost everyone.

"Dude!" Geoff had clinked his drink with Duncan's. "This party is so awesome! Thanks for helping me out, man."

"Dude, you already said thanks to me three times," Duncan chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he sipped his drink. "I already told you it's a pleasure to be part of a cool party. And check it out, we got plenty of hot chicks to come tonight."

Duncan wiggled his unibrow toward many of the ladies, who either winked back, ignored, or just scoffed at him. Okay, I made up the first one. No one even bothered to wink back at Duncan. No one.

"You can thank Angel and Gold for that!" Geoff grinned.

"That creepy dude wearing a mask?" Duncan laughed. "That's a good joke, man."

...

"I'm so glad everyone is having fun," Angel clasped her hands together with a smile before turning to Gwen. "Gwen! I'm really happy that you came."

"Well it wasn't like I wanted to go," Gwen crossed her arms. "Some of the girls insisted and I didn't want to be annoyed by them."

"I promise you'll have a fun time here," Angel placed her hand on Gwen's shoulder, smiling. "Trust me, darling."

"I guess I'll try," Gwen shrugged, grabbing a drink and preparing to take a sip.

...

"Ooooh!" Anna pointed towards Trent, who was currently conversing with Justin. "Didn't you say that guy was cute?"

"Oh yeah, he's very cute," Elizabeth blushed at the sight of Trent. "Do you think I should talk to him?"

"Go for it!" Anna giggled. "Spread the love in the form of a relationship! But I need to ask you something first."

"What is it?" Elizabeth looked back at Anna.

"In order for me to get a good idea of how compatible you are with him..." Anna took out her pencil and notebook. "...I need to know your height, your hair length, your breast size, your shoe size…"

"Goodness!" Elizabeth began to hurry away from the matchmaker. "I-I think I can do it on my own!"

...

"I told you it was a bad idea to fight him," Jerome stated merely, watching the party unfold. Next to him was Preston, who looked a bit beaten and bruised and was holding an ice pack on his head.

"Well no shit," Preston grumbled. "But give me some credit at least."

"Dude!" Owen drooled at the table filled with food. "Look at all of this food! It looks so… so… so beautiful!"

"Easy there, big guy," Noah patted Owen on his back. It seems that Jerome and Preston and surprisingly Noah, were all in charge of guarding the food from Owen. "You don't want to swallow a spoon and end up in the hospital."

"But Noah!" Owen declared, whining like a dog. "It's just sitting there, waiting to be eaten!"

Noah sighed before glancing at Preston.

"Let me guess, you made a valiant attempt to fight a muscular man with anger issues, but you came up short and left with bruises," Noah noted.

"I warned him," Jerome stated.

"Can we just focus on guarding the food?" Preston glared at Jerome.

…

Harold seemed to have a blast manning the DJ. In fact, he was having so much of a blast that somehow he was wearing sunglasses and a beanie. He was mixing up his mixtape, which consisted of nearly everything hip hop. There was a fire extinguisher next to him, just in case if his mixtape was too fire that it would light the equipment on fire.

"Yeah. Funky beats," Harold bopped his head to the beat. "Do your thing. Yes!"

"...What is this music?" Tom blinked, having stood next to the speakers with Gold and Ezekiel. "I have never heard anything like it."

"Hmm, it doesn't sound like a waltz," Gold noted through his mask.

"Doesn't sound like my mother's yodeling, eh," Ezekiel tapped his chin.

"Hmph. Gentleman," Noel walked over with a drink in his hand with a satisfied look on his face. "This is what you would call… hip hop."

There were some blank stares from the trio, (Gold's was less obvious because of that mask).

"Er, you do know what hip hop is right?" Noel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hips can hop?" Ezekiel blinked.

"The music hurts my ears," Gold sighed, shaking his head.

"May I suggest some Mozart?" Tom asked with an innocent smile.

"...I... see…" Noel silently sipped his drink. Poor uncultured souls.

...

Izzy popped out from underneath the table carrying a bag of what looks to be some sort of powder. She cackled and headed straight for the punch. Grinning crazily, Izzy unzipped the bag prepared to dump the whole thing in.

"Izzy about to make this party even more interesting!" Izzy cackled.

"Oh no you don't!" Amanda instantly appeared and whacked Izzy on the head. "There will be no spiking the punch in this party!"

"Ayayayayaya!" Izzy tossed the bag aside and began to make a beeline for it. "You'll never catch me alive!"

"Come back here you bad child!" Amanda gave chase toward the wild girl.

...

"This is so awesome!" Beth danced with Lindsay.

"I know right?" Lindsay giggled.

"Yo ladies!" Tyler pulled up toward the two girls. "Check out my dance moves!"

Soon, Tyler began to pull off some dance moves next to DJ, who was doing his own dance. But while DJ was doing his… Jamaican Groove, Tyler began to try to spin around and do some tricks… which ended up with him crashing into the larger male.

"Oof… ah heh," Tyler chuckled sheepishly at DJ, who wasn't amused.

"Ha! You call those dance moves?" Leshawna smirked down at the two males. "Don't make me laugh jockstrap! When it comes to dances, no one does it better than the Queen of Dances! Check this out!"

And immediately, Leshawna jumped into the middle of the dance floor, doing her trademark dan…. Dance? Wait. What is that? Why are you moving in all the wrong directions?! Why does the animation look so… off! Oh my God. Ew ew! What are you doing?! Stop stop! Enough! Stop! Your dance moves are causing the episode to en-

Contestants Left: 40

Screaming Gophers:

Beth - The Wannabe

Bridgette - The Surfer

Cody - The Flirtatious Geek

DJ - The Gentle Giant

Ezekiel - The Homeschooled Guy

Geoff - The Party Animal

Heather - The Queen Bee

Lindsay - The Dumb Blonde

Preston - The Tough Cook

Samantha - The Aspiring Writer

Killer Bass:

Duncan - The Delinquent

Eva - The Hothead

Gold - The Polite Pianist

Harold - The Nerd

Izzy - The Wild Child

Katie - The Sweet Girl

Katherine - The Mysterious Veterinarian

Leshawna - The Big Sistah

Ryan - The Superhero

Tyler - The Pain Magnet

Sinister Snakes:

Angel - The Mother Hen

Candace - The Popular Otaku

Gwen - The Goth

Jose - The Naïve Foreigner

Justin - The Model

Lurene - The Sweet Songwriter

Noah - The Sarcastic Bookworm

Noel - The Business Leader

Owen - The Cheerful Colossus

Sadie - The Smart Girl

Savage Bunnies:

Amanda - The Cold Teacher

Amethyst - The Spiritual Folklorist

Anna - The Matchmaker

Courtney - The C.I.T.

Elizabeth - The Entitled Romantic

Jerome - The Chill Gangster

Nathan - The Depressed Gamer

Omar - The Dramatic Actor

Tom - The Valedictorian

Trent - The Cool Musician

Author's Note - Some words of wisdom from GoldEmblem. Ah hah. None at the moment! This chapter was a long and tiring episode to work on so we hope you enjoyed it! So many interactions, so many juicy friendships, so many good relations all starting to form! This might as well end up being a substitute for the Great Awake-A-Thon! Hahahaha. Ahem, I have no other words to say except do let us who is your favorite of the OC cast and we'll see you then!

Next time: Dive or die or chicken out. Yep, you saw this challenge coming!