A/N: With the season so close to finishing I like to think I can get these last few episodes pumped out pretty quickly. I'd like to think that, but sadly I still have school and such, so hopefully I'm not super held-back.
"Last time on Total Drama House Party..." Hatchet stood in the foyer for the recap. "Due to some contract nonsense, we had our contestants sing for the day's challenge. Each of them wrote down a list of songs they wanted to sing - well, each but Mac, who only chose one song. After that, we picked a song for them, and then they sang it. Most of them were passable... other than Mac, who should be blacklisted from any and all karaoke bars ever! David was the clear winner of the challenge, which put the votes between Mac and Ernie. In the end, Franklin's vote ended up blindsidin' Ernie, sendin' the strategist home. Will Franklin regret his decision? Will Erica make it to the next round with no allies to help her through? Will David keep winnin' challenges? Will Mac horribly injure himself? Find out ya fool! Only on Total! Drama! HOUSE PARTY!"
David and Franklin made their way to the first place rooms.
"Been awhile since I've had the honor of sleeping up here," Franklin stated.
"Really?" David asked.
"Yep," Franklin nodded. "No one ever thinks to take me up here. And the people who would have already been voted out."
"Wow. That sucks," David chuckled. "I'm surprised you haven't won more challenges, honestly."
"Well, you're a bigger physical threat than I am," Franklin pointed out. "Plus, I've had overall lousy luck in, well, everything, so it's no skin off my nose."
"Oh, by the way, Mac and I were serious about that final three deal," David said. "Unless she wins Invincibility, Erica's going home tonight."
"Good to know," Franklin smirked. "Here's to the final three."
"Totally!" David cheered.
Confessional:
Franklin: I wouldn't consider myself a social threat so much as I would "in the wrong place at the right time". Rachel's elimination left me as the swing vote, which left the other two alliances begging for my vote. All in all, I think I made the right choice in voting out Ernie, at least according to my plan.
David: I really think I might have a chance to win this game. Usually physical threats don't make it this far, for the very reason that they could sweep the challenges and win that way, but I guess I've just been really lucky. Cool.
Erica went to the basement by herself.
"Okay, Ernie may be gone, but I can still do this!" Erica declared as she pounded her fist into her palm. "Because Franklin is still a factor."
Erica sat on one of the beds.
"Let's see... I can either get him on my side and try to force a tie, or I can convince David and Mac to vote him out," Erica told herself. "Both options have their pros and cons, risks and rewards... ugh! Ernie would know exactly what to do, but he's gone, so I can't really ask him, now can I?!"
Erica took her shoes and hoodie off and went under the covers of the bed.
"Well, I'm going to have to do something, or there's no chance of me winning this game," Erica told herself. "It's game on now, bitches!"
Confessional:
Erica: Imagine the looks on everyone's faces when the freaky albino girl ends up winning the whole game, while they all lost. I can't wait.
Mac, meanwhile, spent his night in the backyard swimming in the pool.
"Woooooo! Pool party! Totally alone pool party! Woohoo!" Mac cheered.
This was met with silence.
"Aww. Now I'm sad," Mac moped.
Confessional:
Mac: That's the struggle of people getting voted off: there's fewer people to talk to before you go to sleep. Of course, there's also fewer people to hog the lawn chairs, so who am I to complain?
Erica dragged David into the game room.
"So, what's up?" David asked.
"Look, we need to talk," Erica said.
"If this is about your mom..." David started.
"This has nothing to do with my mom!" Erica said, annoyed. "It's about the game."
"Oh. That's cool too, I guess," David said awkwardly.
"We're still in an alliance, right?" Erica asked.
"I mean... I guess, but..." David said.
"But?" Erica asked with a raised eyebrow.
"But Mac kinda promised Franklin a final three deal if he voted for Ernie..." David admitted.
"So? You're not Mac," Erica pointed out.
"Yeah, but Mac and I are close, you know?" David said. "I don't want to go against his deal."
"Well he's going against your deal with me," Erica said. "If anything, he's the one at fault here!"
"Yeah... but... um..." David began to sweat. "I'm so confused!"
"The choice is easy," Erica said. "You need to convince Mac to forget the final three deal and vote for Franklin. Franklin's obviously a bigger threat than I am, so losing him now would mean an easier time for you if you make the finale."
"I-I guess, but..." David stammered.
"No buts!" Erica said. "If you want any chance of winning, getting rid of Franklin is the only option!"
Confessional:
David: On one hand... Erica's kinda right. Franklin's definitely a bigger threat than she is, and I did kinda promise to not vote for her. On the other hand, I'm not sure I want to bring this up to Mac. I have no idea how he'd take it. I mean, he's normally pretty chill, but also likes to hurt people, so I dunno.
Erica: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't kind of desperate right now. There's no way in hell I'm winning any challenges with these three guys and their muscles still in the game, so I need to rely on strategy to get me to the finale. After that... just pray I can stand a chance.
Franklin and Mac met up in the dining room for breakfast.
"So, David tells me the final three deal is still a-go?" Franklin asked.
"That's right," Mac nodded. "I'm seriously grateful that you didn't vote for me last night. I'd really like to win."
"Wouldn't we all?" Franklin asked. "Besides, only one of us can win. I suppose it just comes down to whichever of us has the best shot in that last round."
"Maybe. Makes me wonder what the last challenge could be," Mac said. "Ooh, what if it's a straight-up fight like it was in Revenge of the Island? Wouldn't that be fun? Heeheehahaha!"
"I think you're the only one left who would find that fun," Franklin said dryly.
"Eh, maybe, but at least one of us would like it," Mac grinned. "What if it was something boring like doing taxes or something? Then no one would be happy."
"Doing taxes would be the worst finale ever," Franklin said. "Especially since I doubt any of us even know how to."
"Yeah, probably," Mac chuckled. "Whatever happens, may the best man win!"
"Right," Franklin smirked.
Confessional:
Mac: Nah, I don't regret promising Franklin a final three spot. If I hadn't done that then I wouldn't even be here. Yeah, he's good in challenges, but heck, so are me and David, so when we do make the final three, there's a good chance we can get rid of him then.
Franklin: Of course, just because Mac and David are loyal to me doesn't mean I'm loyal to them. I never claimed to be their friend. Taking them both to the final three would be foolish, and it's far too late in the game to even consider making a foolish decision. But hey, if they don't want to vote for me, that's more than fine by me.
David and Mac met up in the rec room.
"So, how about that final three?" Mac asked. "Pretty sweet, huh?"
"Yeah," David said with a nervous chuckle. "Listen, can we talk?"
"Whoa. That's never a good combination of words," Mac said. "What's up?"
"I mean... is it really a good idea to take Franklin to the final three with us?" David asked. "Erica's way worse at challenges than he is, so it only makes sense, right?"
Mac's face went serious.
"But we promised Franklin would make it to the final three," Mac said. "Do you want to go back on that promise?"
"You're the one who promised it. I had no part in that," David said. "And I don't want Franklin in the final three."
"Are you asking me to lie to Franklin for your own sake?" Mac asked, offended. "What the hell, dude?"
"All I'm saying is that Franklin has a chance of winning the final three challenge and taking one of us out. Erica doesn't have nearly as much of a chance," David explained.
"Are you forgetting that Franklin saved my ass last night?!" Mac snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I'm just looking out for us, dude! What the hell is wrong with you?!" David retorted.
"We can beat Franklin!" Mac shouted. "Don't you believe in us?!"
"I'm just being realistic, here," David said.
"You're being dishonest!" Mac retorted.
"You're being unreasonable!" David responded.
Mac punched David across the face.
"What is your deal?!" David snapped.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing right now," Mac said with a shake of his head.
"I can't believe what I'm feeling right now," David said as he touched his cheek.
Confessional:
David: What's Mac's deal? Yeah, he'd be breaking a promise to Franklin, but it's not like that's a new and foreign concept in this game. Sometimes you have to lie to people. Where has he been for this whole game?
Mac: I can't believe David would even suggest that I lie to Franklin. Does he just not care that Franklin's the whole reason I'm still in the game? He'd totally care if it was his butt on the line last night. How selfish can you get?
Franklin found Erica in the game room.
"You still hang out here, huh?" Franklin asked.
"Why the hell wouldn't I?" Erica asked.
"Eh, good point," Franklin conceded. "Look, here's the deal. Mac wants you gone."
"Don't I know it?" Erica scoffed. "Something about a final three deal with you."
"That's right," Franklin nodded. "Here's the thing: I don't want anything to do with that final three deal."
"Oh?" Erica asked.
"Taking both of them to the final three is practically suicide to my game," Franklin explained. "They're both challenge threats. And frankly, you're not."
"So you want us to vote for one of them tonight?" Erica asked.
"That's right," Franklin nodded. "I'd prefer it to be David since he's the bigger physical threat, but I'd be fine with Mac, too."
"You know what? You've got yourself a deal," Erica said.
"Good to hear it," Franklin grinned.
Confessional:
Erica: Obviously I'd prefer it if Mac left, but then, Franklin's right, taking David to the end would basically be handing the game to him. I guess it doesn't matter as long as I make it to the next round.
Franklin: It's good to know Erica's fine with working with me despite our previous conflicts. Guess Ernie rubbed off on her, because she's playing smart.
The contestants all met up in the foyer at Hatchet's request.
"A'ight, today's challenge brings us back to the Playground of Pain!" Hatchet announced. "And trust me when I say y'all don't wanna miss this one. It's our most expensive challenge yet, and one y'all ain't likely to forget."
"Why?" Mac asked curiously.
"You'll see when we get there!" Hatchet snapped. "Now, into the Bus of Horrors!"
Confessional:
Mac: A Playground of Pain challenge is always a good time for me! Heck, I might even win this one. Wouldn't that be nice?
Erica: It's probably only expensive because it's full of deathtraps that they'd be liable for if we got killed.
As soon as the Bus of Horrors arrived at the Playground of Pain and the contestants stepped out, all they could do was look in awe.
The part of the playground which was normally covered in bark was now covered in a metal surface and surrounded by an electric fence. There were also two giant robots standing in the playground, identical in all but color scheme, as one was red and yellow and the other was blue and green. The robots were humanoid in shape, with the exception of the cannon on the end of their left arms, and had a glowing sphere in their chests.
"Holy crow!" David gasped.
"I told y'all you didn't wanna miss this one!" Hatchet insisted. "For today's challenge, y'all will be fightin' these giant robots against each other." Hatchet took two video game controllers from his pockets. "You'll use these to control the robots. The robots can only take a certain amount of damage before shutting themselves down automatically. Once ya shut down your opponent's robot, you win. We'll be goin' tournament-style, and we'll match y'all up randomly. Any questions?"
"Yeah. When can we start?" David beamed.
Confessional:
David: A giant destructive robot is like the perfect concept for a metal song. I'm totally going to write one after this challenge is over.
Mac: This is awesome! A way to take out my adrenaline without actually hurting anyone and pissing them off! Heeheehahaha!
Franklin: I'll admit, this challenge could have been a lot worse. (he chuckles)
Erica: Looks like all that video game time just might come in handy. Probably. It's still not Tetris.
By random matchup, Erica and Mac were chosen for the first round, with Mac controlling the red/yellow robot and Erica controlling the blue/green robot.
Hatchet sounded an air horn, and the battle begun.
"Time to bring the pain! Heeheehahaha!" Mac cackled as he tested each button to see what each one did.
Erica wordlessly directed her robot behind Mac's in order to avoid his robot's attacks. She then began testing the buttons on her own controller. Her robot managed to knock Mac's robot forward.
"Whoa! Not cool!" Mac called to her.
"Just trying to win!" Erica called back.
"Now it's on. Heeheehahaha..." Mac chuckled as he turned his robot around and proceeded to give Erica's a no-holds-barred beatdown using its right fist. One of Mac's robot's punches hit Erica's robot in the sphere in its chest, causing it to freeze up.
"What the hell?!" Erica gasped.
"Oh, I mighta forgot to mention that," Hatchet snickered. "Hittin' your opponent in the glowin' part of its chest will cause it to freeze for a couple seconds."
Erica began mashing the button that shot energy blasts out of her robot's arm cannon, doing gradual damage to Mac's robot.
"You think you can win?" Mac asked. "I'll show you what's what!"
Mac tried to get his robot to punch Erica's in the chest, but Erica pressed the block button, causing Mac's robot's punches to do minimal damage.
"Wait, you can do that?!" Mac gasped.
Confessional:
Erica: Did he not pay attention to the buttons that didn't hurt things? Eh, stupid question, of course he didn't.
Erica tried to direct her robot behind Mac's again, but the robot wouldn't move while it blocked. She let go of the block button and tried to move it, but Mac's robot punched hers in the chest once again, causing it to shut down.
"Mac moves on to the final round!" Hatchet announced.
"Seriously?" Erica griped.
Confessional:
Mac: This challenge is too legit to quit! I'm having the time of my life right now!
Franklin and David were up next. Franklin took control of the red/yellow robot while David took control of the blue/green one.
Hatchet sounded the air horn to signify that the challenge had begun.
Since Franklin and David had paid attention to what each button, did they wasted no time figuring out the controls and went straight to the fight. Franklin opted to keep shooting at David's robot in an attempt to hit it in its chest, while David moved his robot up close to deliver some more damaging punches. Both robots managed to hit each other in the chest at the same time.
"Whoa. Never thought that'd happen," Hatchet commented.
Franklin managed to move his robot out of the way before David's could land another punch. Before Franklin could shoot at David's robot, David pressed the block button, surrounding his robot in a forcefield which blocked all incoming damage.
Confessional:
Franklin: I can't help but wonder where they found the technology to create a force field. I figured that only existed in fiction. Strange.
"Well played," Franklin conceded. "Say, Hatchet, what would happen if David were to just hold his forcefield like this?"
Just then, David's robot's forcefield went down.
"That would happen, apparently!" David gasped. He quickly moved his robot up to Franklin's and delivered a powerful punch to Franklin's robot's chest. During the red/yellow robot's paralyzed state, David's robot proceeded to continue punching the sphere in its opponent's chest until the robot shut down.
"David moves on to the final round!" Hatchet announced.
"Nice," David said with a sigh of relief.
Confessional:
David: Wait, it's me vs. Mac, huh? That's kind of awkward. Heh.
Mac and David each took the robots they'd used to win the previous round.
"Time to settle this like men," Mac chuckled.
David simply smirked in response.
Hatchet blew the air horn to signal the beginning of the challenge.
"Mac's totally got this," Erica commented to Franklin.
"What makes you so sure?" Franklin asked.
"He was brutal in the first round," Erica pointed out. "Plus, he's, ya know, pretty brutal in general."
"Perhaps, but you didn't face David," Franklin said. "And wow, sounds like you miss Ernie already."
"Wh-What?! What makes you say that?" Erica asked.
"You just added 'ya know' into your sentence. Just like Ernie does," Franklin smirked.
"Well, I don't see you reading off of pieces of paper, so clearly missing your friend has nothing to do with that!" Erica said defensively.
"That doesn't even make sense," Franklin said.
"You don't make sense!" Erica snapped.
Confessional:
Franklin: Erica's ridiculous. I hear that in these kinds of games, people often bring weak players to the end so they have a better shot at winning, and if that's a thing, then Erica's the one I'm bringing. She's weak physically and socially, and probably mentally as well. She'll be my ticket to victory.
Erica: If Franklin wants me to keep him in, he'd best watch himself.
Mac and David, meanwhile, let their robots loose on each other.
"Say, David. Why don't we make ourselves a deal?" Mac offered with a grin.
"And what might that deal be?" David asked.
Mac's robot punched David's in the shoulder.
"Whichever of us wins gets to decide who to vote out tonight," Mac said. "If I win, we vote off Erica. If you win, we vote off Franklin."
Erica and Franklin glanced at each other awkwardly.
"I mean, I guess," David said. "Better than us arguing about it."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Mac grinned. "See, we can still be friends in spite of our disagreements."
"That's how friendships generally work," David said. "Unless your name is Yolonda."
"Having girl trouble?" Mac asked.
"Yolonda's pretty pissed at me for a number of reasons," David sighed. "I figured it'd be for the best to just drop it and stop talking to her until she calms down."
David's robot shot Mac's in the chest.
"Sounds like as good a plan as any to me," Mac shrugged.
Confessional:
David: I, of course, chose not to mention why exactly she's mad at me, because I still want Mac to be on my side here.
Mac: Eh, if he and Yolonda fight this much before even getting together, maybe she's not for him. I mean, Spankety and I haven't fought yet, but then, she's been eliminated for half a week. So what do I know? Heeheehahaha!
Mac's robot began to chase David's around the ring in an attempt to punch it in the chest, while David's robot shot at Mac's, whittling its energy down.
"You'll never win like this!" Mac insisted.
With that, Mac put his robot's force field up. In response, David stopped shooting at Mac's robot and directed his own robot towards Mac's for a close-range attack.
As soon as Mac's force field ran out, one of the robots punched the other in the chest, causing it to shut down.
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"David wins the challenge yet again!" Hatchet announced.
"Figures," Franklin muttered.
"David, decide who will join you in first class," Hatchet ordered.
"Mac, obviously," David said.
"Great. So Erica and Franklin will be sleepin' in the basement," Hatchet stated.
"Wait, so that means...?" Erica said in realization.
"Yup. No more sleepin' outside," Hatchet confirmed. "Consider it a gift for makin' it to the final four. Now, onto the bus with y'all!"
Confessional:
Franklin: Well, David is invincible once again, so it looks like Erica and I will be voting for Mac tonight. Only question now is, how can we make sure he goes home?
David: Yeah, this probably makes me look like more of a threat, but I mean, it's not like they can vote me off for it, so it's whatever.
David and Mac met up in the rec room.
"Well, you won fair and square, so I guess we're voting for Franklin tonight," Mac said.
"Wait, you really meant that?" David asked.
"I'm a man of my word," Mac grinned. "Unlike some people," he added under his breath.
"What was that?" David asked.
"Uh, allergies?" Mac said unconvincingly.
"Really? What are you allergic to?" David asked.
"Uh... spiders," Mac said. "That's why I'm so afraid of them. I think I got bit by one earlier on the playground."
"Aw, that sucks. Hope you feel better," David said. "But hey, on the plus side, final three."
"Yeah, final three!" Mac cheered.
Confessional:
David: Do you think that's why Mac lost? He got distracted by a spider bite? I know that if a bee showed up, I'd have dropped my controller like it was a sick beat... okay, that was awful; I apologize.
Mac: Honestly, David is right that Erica would be a better person to take to the final three, but it's not like it matters that much. We'll be voting whoever's left out when we get there anyway.
Franklin and Erica met up in the game room.
"So, here's what I'm thinking," Erica said. "If what Mac said is true, then he wants to vote for me, and David wants to vote for you."
"But if what Mac said is true, then they're voting for me for sure," Franklin added. "Which is bad."
"Bad for you, maybe, but I'm getting out scot-free anyhow," Erica said. "Or maybe I'm not."
"I'm confused," Franklin said with a furrowed brow.
"Here's the thing," Erica said. "Each of us go to the goofballs at separate times and try to convince them to vote for the other person. So you convince them to vote for me, and I'll convince them to vote for you."
"And this is a good idea because...?" Franklin asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because they confuse easily," Erica explained. "If we play our cards right, we'll get them to vote for two different people, leaving our two votes for Mac in the majority, no tie, we're in the final three."
"Sounds risky, yet rewarding," Franklin thought aloud. "I'm willing to do it if you are."
Confessional:
Erica: Yes, I'm putting myself in danger, but it's for the good of the game. If Mac goes, not only are we down one less threat, we're down one less headache. I'd say it's worth the risk.
Franklin: I never thought I'd see the day Erica would risk her game for my benefit, but I'll take it. And I will hold true to this plan. Sounds like it could raise some much-needed suspicion between the goofs.
Franklin found Mac in the gym, running on a treadmill.
"Afternoon, Mac," Franklin greeted.
"Oh, hey," Mac said. "So, we're still good to vote for Erica, right?"
"I don't know. Are we?" Franklin asked with a raised eyebrow. "I overheard your little exchange with David during the challenge. I know you're planning on voting for me."
"Oh, that? That was a lie," Mac chuckled. "I'm totally voting for Erica. Hey, maybe we should convince David to vote for her too."
"Is David not convinced?" Franklin asked.
"Naw. He thinks that you're a bigger threat and stuff," Mac said. "Which I understand, but come on!"
"Come on?" Franklin asked.
"Ah, let's go talk to David," Mac said as he hopped off the treadmill and paused it.
"I'll do it myself. You continue your workout," Franklin smiled.
Confessional:
Mac: See, this is why I don't like to lie. It gets all elaborate, and soon you're caught in a web of lies, and you know else lays webs? Spiders. And I freaking hate those things!
Franklin found David in his first-place room.
"Oh, hey," David said. "What's up?"
"Mac seems to be of the mindset that we should still vote for Erica," Franklin explained.
"Aw, seriously?" David groaned. "What about our deal, man?"
"Seems like that was all a lie," Franklin explained. "He just approached me about voting for Erica."
"Wait, so he lied to me, his best friend, but told the truth to you...?" David asked. "I'm so confused!"
"Some people are not quite what they seem," Franklin chuckled. "It'd do you well to remember that."
"So... Mac has been lying to me all this time then?" David asked.
"It's entirely likely," Franklin said. "Just something to keep in mind."
Confessional:
Franklin: Well, I've done my job. Now it's up to Erica to sow her seeds of doubt so we can make this easy on us, and hard for them.
Erica found Mac, still in the gym, still on the treadmill.
"Hey, Mac," Erica greeted.
"Hey, it's Erica!" Mac pointed out. "I never thought you'd come to talk to me on purpose."
"This is important," Erica said. "I need you to vote for Franklin tonight."
"Oh, I was totally going to do that," Mac said. "Funny thing is, I told Franklin I'd vote for you."
"Oh? In that case, how do I know I can trust you?" Erica asked.
"Uh... faith?" Mac chuckled. "I dunno. It's either you trust me or not."
"I can't do that! I need to know for sure that you'll vote for Franklin!" Erica snapped.
"Okay, okay! I'll vote for Franklin!" Mac said defensively.
"Good," Erica said as she left.
Confessional:
Erica: Yeah, I trust he'll vote for Franklin, but I thought it'd be fun to mess with him.
Erica found David still in his room.
"David. You. Me. Talking. Now," Erica greeted.
"Nice to see you too," David said sarcastically.
"Look, I don't care what Franklin tells you, you have to vote for him," Erica said.
"Wait, how'd you know Franklin told me anything?" David asked.
"Because I just talked to Mac, and he told me Franklin's throwing me under the bus," Erica explained. "Look, I thought we were in an alliance," Erica said. "I won't vote for you if you won't vote for me."
"But I'm invincible anyway..." David pointed out.
"You know what I mean!" Erica said with a facepalm. "Look, I'm no threat. Voting me out is a terrible idea. Franklin's a physical, social, and strategic threat. He's got this game locked up if you keep him."
Confessional:
David: When did this game become so confusing?
The four contestants sat on a couch in the foyer. Hatchet came down the staircase carrying an ice box. He set the ice box down as he stood across from the contestants.
"Alright, kids, it's time for another elimination ceremony," Hatchet said. "And, I should add, the very last one."
"Wait, what?" David asked, surprised.
"That's right. The sodas I'm gonna hand out will be the last ones of the season, so be grateful when and if you do get one!"
"So does this mean it's a final three finale?" Mac asked.
"Maybe it means next episode is an auto-elimination challenge," Franklin pondered.
"Y'all will find out what it means when tomorrow happens!" Hatchet snapped. "Until then... here are your sodas."
"David."
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"Erica."
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"It's a tie," Hatchet said.
"Because we needed this level of suspense!" Mac exclaimed as he held his head.
Hatchet took two more soda cans out of the ice box and set them on the coffee table in front of the couch where the contestants sat.
"As is standard for a tie, we're gonna give each of you a can," Hatchet said. "One has soda. One has mystery meat puree. Since Franklin goes first in the alphabet, he'll call the coin toss."
"Tails," Franklin said.
Hatchet tossed a coin in the air and caught it.
"Heads," he said. "Mac, you can choose your can."
Mac, without thinking, took the can on his right. Franklin, in turn, took the one on the left. Both opened their cans and drank.
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"Mine tasted funny," Mac said.
"Mine tasted like soda," Franklin smirked.
"Aw, wait, so that means..." Mac said.
"Yup. Sorry, Mac. You're eliminated. Again," Hatchet said.
"No way!" Mac gasped. "That's... augh!"
"Hey, no worries, man," David said. "It's only a game."
"Yeah... you're right," Mac said with a huge grin on his face. "Good luck, David!"
With that, Mac skipped out of the house through the Door of Shame.
Hatchet turned back to the contestants.
"David, Erica, and Franklin. Y'all have made the final three," Hatchet said. "What happens from here on out is all on you. Until then, dismissed!"
Confessional:
Franklin: I may have gotten by on luck alone, but you know what, it's better than not getting by at all. I'll take it.
"We're down to the final three, and the game's almost over," Hatchet said to the camera. "Who will win? Who will lose? What do we have in store for our contestants? You may or may not find out... next time! On Total! Drama! HOUSE PARTY!"
Votes:
Franklin: I vote for Mac. Gotta keep myself alive somehow, you understand.
Mac: It's gotta be Franklin. Sorry, but my word to David means more than my word to you.
Erica: Goodbye, Mac. Hello, final three.
David: I'm really confused by everything right now, so I'll just stick with voting for Franklin and just hope Mac does the same.
A/N: And with another nail-biting (but probably not really) tie breaker, Mac goes home. I was originally going to have his and Sonam's boots swapped, but for one, Sonam wasn't received as well as I'd hoped, and for two, I figured the story could use more comic relief anyway. Sorry if Mac ended up feeling irrelevant later on in the story, because if he did, that's probably why.
Anyway, oh my gosh, final three! Who do you guys want to win?