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~A/N~ Aftermath time! Enjoy!
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"Last time on Total Drama: Return of the Underdogs..."
"After our, ahem, departure from the island, our final four hit the Playa and got a good nights rest, only to be rudely awoken for the grossest challenge ever! Everyone targeted Samantha for the automatic elimination, but in the end, Eva the Iron Woman bit off more than she could chew and hurled her way into fourth place. Now, only three remain, and with our season finale just around the corner, you won't want to miss a second of this episode of Total... Drama... Return of the Underdogs!"
(Cue the theme song)
Samantha was laying in bed with her head propped up on a comfy pillow. Her eyes were twitching as she glued them to the television in front of her. On the screen was a show she was just now watching... Total Drama.
Confessional
Samantha: "Ok, so I was bored and there were Total Drama DVDs, so I popped one in. Now, heh, I'm hooked. Seriously!"
End Confessional
A knock at the door alerted Samantha. She stood up and happily opened it to see Noah and Dakota standing in the hall. The villain squealed in fear and shut the door as quickly as possible.
"Come on, dude," Noah groaned. "We just want to talk."
"No," Samantha hissed. "Now go away!" She thought they were about to leave, but the knob turned and they entered the room.
"Next time, lock the door," Dakota rolled her eyes.
"What do you two want? The Aftermath is in an hour; shouldn't you be getting ready?" Samantha plopped down on her bed and continued to watch her show.
"We already are," Noah said. He looked at the television and smiled. "Hey, you're watching it."
"Yeah... I found the show on DVD," Samantha said. "I watched all of season one, all of season two, and now you guys are in London in season three!"
Noah cringed, his eyes looking away from the screen. "Oh, uh, you can just skip that one. Nothing happens."
"Whatever," Samantha sighed. "But, why are you guys even here?"
"We need to ask you something," Dakota growled. "About what Jordan said the other day. You know... about Tyler?"
Samantha chewed at her lower lip as a look of shame swept across her face. "Now?" she asked.
"What do you think?" Dakota replied. "Yes, now!"
"I... I don't want to talk about it!" Samantha buried her face in her sweaty palms. "Just go. Please."
"She's not gonna talk," Noah told Dakota. "I told you this was a waste of time, but you just couldn't listen to me for two seconds."
Dakota looked at Samantha and back to Noah, her eyes bulging with frustration. "Fine," she scoffed. "But don't think you're off the hook, Sammy."
The duo left and Samantha went back to watching her show, albeit with much inner turmoil.
Confessional
Dakota: "She's totally hiding something, and I want to know about it. Jordan said that she laughed about Tyler getting hurt and that she was a bitch because of some mental disorder. Well, I doubt that second one's real, but the first... oh, boy."
Noah: "I can just look at her and tell something's up. There's more to her 'bitchiness' than some bullshit mental issues. My proof? Well, she cringed a little whenever I mention Tyler, so that's a start."
Samantha: "I have a bad feeling about today. I... just do. Let's just say that I have a few skeletons."
End Confessional
Outside the door, Noah rolled his eyes as Dakota growled, her face burning with arrogance and rage.
"Honey, you're way too obsessive about her," he said. "Give it a rest... or marry her, because she's all you talk about."
"First off, I'm not a lesbian," Dakota said, calming herself with deep breaths. "And second, she's a bitch."
"Oh, really? I think she's fine. Not good, but fine."
"Well you haven't had to deal with her stupid antics for two weeks. Talk to me when you've been through hell and back."
Noah scratched his chin and smiled. "Oooh, like you were ever in danger of going home. Your alliance was on top for half the season. And just to point it out, dealing with Jordan was worse than whatever you went through with Sam in there."
Dakota became visibly flustered and stormed off, leaving Noah to casually gaze at Samantha's door with a smirk on his relaxed face.
Before he could act, the PA system buzzed. "Attention, all Total Drama affiliates! Please report to the lobby immediately. It's time to get this aftermath rolling!"
Chris sat on the poofy couch as the cameramen positioned themselves around the lobby. The host tapped his watch and smiled when the crew gave him a thumbs up. "Welcome, Total Drama fans, to our semi-finals aftermath special. For the past weeks, you've watched the sixteen players turn into three. Noah, the sarcastic bookworm who weaseled his way to the final three by the use of his brain, likability, and by slacking off... Dakota, the former mutant monster turned super strategist who organized the strongest alliance of the season... and Samantha, our only remaining newbie who got here by pure luck and a few good moves in the game. Come on out, guys!"
Noah, Dakota, and Samantha walked into the lobby and took their seats in the front row of the peanut gallery stands in front of the other losers from the past aftermath.
"So, who's ready to win?" Chris asked. The final three cheered. "Grrreat! But this show is for the losers, so shut up and stay out of the cameras. They scowled, with Dakota flipping Chris the bird which needed to be censored.
Confessional
Dakota: Seriously?! Twenty seconds of camera time?! That's so unfair!"
Noah: "Well, at least I brought a book to read this time."
Samantha: "Thank... God. I thought I'd have to... No, uh, never mind."
End Confessional
Chris turned to the camera and snapped his fingers. "Let's give a warm welcome to our resident liar, Staci, and her bestie turned two-faced traitor, Dawn!"
Staci nervously peeked out of the hall. "Do I have to?"
"Only if you don't want to get manhandled by Chef Hatchet."
The chubby girl sighed and dragged herself across the slick floor. She sat on the couch and rested her chin on her hand. Dawn slowly walked out and joined her, but they didn't look at each other for even a split second.
"So..." Chris teased. "Anything you girls wanna talk about? Like, I don't know, how one of you betrayed the other?"
A tear dropped from Staci's eye and she wiped it away. "I'm sorry..."
Dawn gnawed at her lip, her eyes swirling in their sockets. "Me too..."
"What?" Chris gasped. "That's it?! Where's the fighting, the drama, the epic showdown?!"
"It's fine, right?" Staci asked her friend, ignoring Chris.
Dawn nodded. "I think it's best to forget the past and learn from our mistakes. I'm sorry I voted you off, but you were just so-"
"Clingy? Yah, I saw the tapes. You were right though. I pushed you too far and got what I deserved..."
Chris hissed and stomped his feet. "Hey! I need drama for this stupid show! Now fight it out like catty bitches!"
"Friends again?" Dawn asked, extending her shaking, pale hand.
"Yah," Staci smiled, shaking the hand as Chris growled like a spoiled child.
"Alright, that's it! Off the stage, lovebirds!" Chris screamed. "Now!"
Dawn and Staci hugged, holding their embrace until Chris shoved them off center stage.
Confessional
Staci: "Yah, at the end of the day, it's just a game. Just because Dawn voted me off doesn't mean that she hates me... unless, she does! ... Nah!"
Dawn: "That went better than expected. I thought Staci would burst into tears and her aura would turn black, but it's as pink as ever!"
End Confessional
The host organized his attire and waved to the camera. "Yeah, let's hope for something a bit more interesting this time. And that's why it's time for Eva to take a spot in the hotseat!"
Fanfare sounded as the camera turned to the hallway where Eva was set to make her entrance. No one appeared.
Chris grabbed his hair and groaned with frustration. "Seriously?! Two borings and a no-show?! What the-"
"Calm your tits, dude!" Eva screamed from down the hall. "I'm coming!"
Chris nodded to the cameraman, who pulled a tranquilizer gun from his waist. "Yeah, we might need that. Ahem... Eva, everybody!"
Eva entered the lobby to the sound of canned cheering and plopped down on the couch, rattling the thing and causing Chris to shudder with the shock.
"So, uh, Eva?" Chris asked. "How's it feel to get so close to money and lose it like that? Must hurt, huh?"
"Yeah," she replied, hanging her head. "But I'm glad I made it so far. Far enough to beat that punk Jordan to a pulp."
"Oh, yeah, him," Chris winked slyly. "You must've hated each other so much."
"Yeah, now can I get outta here yet? I have a hankering for a burger and I want to get in line in the local joint."
"No," Chris demanded. "Not until the show ends!"
"Fine, but I know you have that gun. Just lettin' you know..."
Chris winked to the camera man, who tried to hide the weapon in his pockets.
Chris shrugged. "Ahem... So, I hear your anger issues are doing well. Care to weigh in?"
Eva leaned into the microphone. "Yeah. I haven't smashed anything in three days. That's a record, in case you want to write it down for the books."
A few moments of very awkward silence followed. Chris sighed. "Fine. You may go... to the peanut gallery."
"Thanks," she stood up and sat down next to Noah.
Chris motioned for the next camper to come in and Brick sat down on the couch to the sounds of cheering and fanfare, both fake of course.
"Morning, soldier!" Chris saluted. Brick did the same. "So, bro. How's Playa life treating you? And actually put some effort into your answer, because somebody was a little rushy with their interview!" He turned to Eva. She looked away, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Been good, sir," Brick said, relaxing his arms on the back of the couch. "Just yesterday I had the best lobster of my life, worked out in the gym, watched a comrade go down fighting, and got my boots shined. See!" The cadet pulled his boot off and Chris gagged.
"Cool, dude. Now put it back on!" The host grabbed his nose in disgust until the smell had faded. "Okay, now, uh, explain something to the folks at home: why were you so annoying at the start of the season with the whole large and in charge shtick? The fans really want to know about that."
"Oh, that's an easy one," Brick said. "With Justin and Anne Maria doing nothing and the others barely making it past the first challenge, I knew I had to do something. Sure, I came off as rude-"
"And douchey!" Justin shouted from the stands.
"Yeah!" Anne Maria added.
Brick gnawed at his lip and tapped his knees. "Sorry, guys, but you were more focused on the lips than the teamwork. Truce?"
"No way, bae!" Anne Maria scowled, groping Justin as she hissed.
"Bae?" Brick asked.
"It's Danish for shit, or something," Noah chuckled, smirking at the two hotties. "Yeah. Choke on that, paint can."
Anne Maria turned to her boyfriend and and gagged to Noah's pleasure.
Confessional
Noah: "Knew those language programs would come in handy."
Anne Maria: *Throws up on the camera*
Chef: *He wipes the barf off the lens and groans in displeasure*
End Confessional
Chris shuddered and returned to his chat with the cadet. "So, who are you rooting for? Or is it that obvious?"
"Definitely Dakota! She may be a little obsessive over the game and play dirty, but I owe it to her for losing the idol."
Samantha stood up and shoved her finger in Brick's direction. "Which I didn't steal!"
"Shut it," Chris whined. "No commentary is needed! Thanks, Brick," he ended on a cheerfully calm tone. "You may be seated."
Brick shook the host's hand and sat down next to Dakota. They fistbumped as Chris introduced the final camper.
"Welcome... Tyler!" Chris clapped as Tyler walked out on stage and waved to the audience at home. He sat down and shook Chris' hand.
"Hey, man!" Tyler whooped. "Sweet stage!"
"Yes it is, my dear Tyler... Yes. It. Is," Chris sighed dreamily, thinking about the possibilities of pain that he could inflict on the campers with a variety of games. "So, how ya' been since you were booted?"
"Wicked cool," Tyler chuckled optimistically. "I've been honing my skills on the court every day. Just yesterday, I dunked three baskets in a row!"
"Nice, but I have a few questions about your time on the island."
"Sure. Ask away!"
"Well, the fans really want to know how you feel about the whole 'cannon to the leg' incident. Do you hate Samantha and Jordan for what they've done to you?"
"Nope," he smiled.
Chris raised his eyebrows and let out a false gasp. "Not even a little?"
"Nope."
"But aren't you mad that she almost killed you?"
"Nope."
"What about when Jordan voted you off? That had to have made your blood boil!"
"Nope."
"Is 'nope' all you can say?" asked a flustered Chris.
"Nope."
"That's it! Off the stage!" Chris grabbed Tyler and pushed him into the stands. He landed right on Samantha and the deviant pushed him off as if she was allergic.
Confessional
Tyler: "I don't get it. Why should I be mad about the game? It's not like Jordan's a bad person in real life, right?"
End Confessional
Chris was about to bring out the next guest, but then he remembered that Jordan was still missing. He turned to face the peanut gallery and back to the camera man.
Confessional
Chris: "Ugh, fine..."
End Confessional
"Well..." Chris started, a lump in his throat. "Since we've flown through all five guests with half the show remaining... I guess the final three can come on down."
"Yes!" Dakota cackled. "Thank you!"
"Do I have to?" Noah sighed, closing his book. "Can I at least finish this chapter?"
"I'm w-with him," Samantha stuttered nervously.
"Your welcome, yes, no, and get your butt down here... in that order!" Chris snapped his fingers and the final three joined him on the couch. "We'll be right back with more, here on the TDRU Aftermath show!"
Audition: Jordan
Jordan: Yo. I'm Jordan doe. Here to win the show... with my sweet flow. Oh no. I'm winning this show. Passin' go! Winnin' dat show! Oooohhhhh! *He claps for himself* "As you can see, I'm a rapper, but I'm also into... Golf! Rock climbing! Curling! Hunting! Trap shooting! Basketball! Baseball! Hockey! And of course, reality television. I heard you were putting on a new series with teens and thought I'd be a great contender. As you can see, I'm a very talented person and natural born leader. So pick me!" *His eye twitches*
End Audition: Jordan
Audition: Samantha
Samantha: *Random images of Samantha slowly pop up on screen to the sound of her broken voice* "Hi, I'm Samantha... If you... want... me on... your... show... then call me. I'd love to... be on total... drama... and make... lots of... money... and... friends."
End Audition: Samantha
Chris winked to the camera. "And we're back with our final three. Now, I'll ask each of them why they think they deserve the hundred grand. Noah?" He handed the bookworm the microphone and let him take it away.
"Well, if we look at the facts, I'm by far the most deserving because not only am I the only one here with any brains..." He paused to look at the others giving him dirty looks. "I played a great game."
"Which was?" Chris teased, leaning uncomfortably close to his face.
"My strategy of staying under the radar and making my enemies stand out. Why else do think I was so snarky to all the stronger players?"
"I thought you liked being snarky," Chris said, befuddled. "Isn't that, like, your shtick?"
"Yeah, and used it to make it here. Better plan than what Jordan came up with."
"Cool, bro." Chris handed the microphone to Dakota. "And what about you, Dakota?"
"Hold on," she said, putting her fist to her mouth and making a variety of loud coughing noises to clear her throat. "Well, Chris, I started my career on the series for camera time. I'm still waiting for that spin-off series, but whatever. After I was cured, I knew it was my destiny to win this show and pay off my daddy's debt. Seriously, six months in a mobile home is so not cool."
"Hey, what's wrong with mobile homes?!" Samantha snarled from the end of the couch, pushing Noah out of the way to get in her face.
"Uh, one bathroom? I mean, seriously? One!"
Samantha shrugged and returned to her seat. "Understandable."
Dakota prepped her voice again. "Once again... Okay. I deserve the money because I played a great strategical game with alliances and stuff. Right, Brick? Eva?"
Eva shrugged and Brick gave a thumbs up.
"Well, I played the game," Dakota said, finishing her speech. "So pick me for the winner, everyone." She tried to look cute for the camera, but her nearly bald head made that nearly impossible.
Chris applauded Dakota and forced her to hand the mic to Samantha. She firmly grasped it in her shaky hands and smiled a quivering grin. "Uh, I deserve to win because I'm the last newbie standing and played a great game against everyone else. Thanks. Thanks again..." She handed the microphone back to a suspicious Chris and shrugged nervously as Noah and Dakota looked at her like she was two-headed.
"Interesting..." Chris rubbed his hands maniacally. "Now that we've seen your best, let's see your worst!"
The final three gasped as a screen dropped down from the ceiling. First, a video of Noah popped up. The confessional played...
Confessional
Noah: "Am I upset that Eva's gone? No. Not at all. I think I said this before, she was a huge threat who needed to go, no matter how much she trusted me. Honestly, she'd just hold me back with that huge brain of hers. Heh, yeah right. More like a walnut... Good thing she'll never see this..."
Dakota: "Ugh, Brick was totally useless outside of the votes. I'm glad he's gone. It's not like I need him anymore with just the four of us left. And his stupid code was just... so annoying for the first week. First he's with me, then he's against me, then he's with me again. At least he'll never see this tape..."
Samantha: "Accidents happen, Tyler! Remember? Call it luck, but he had that coming for four years running. I never thought I'd find him here, but luck or not, I'm not sorry one bit, but he doesn't need to know that..."
End Confessional
Tyler's jaw dropped. Eva gripped the seat so hard that it busted in her hands. Brick narrowed his eyes and looked upon Dakota with disdain.
Noah shrugged casually. "Meh."
Dakota chuckled while fiddling with her fingers. The weak smile soon faded.
Samantha's heart was pounding. She couldn't take it anymore and ran off stage screaming, but was brought back be Chef Hatchet, holding her by her left leg.
"Pretty cool, huh? Chris said, a mischievous grin on his face. "I figured those deleted confessionals would come in handy. Right, Samantha?"
"N-n-no!" she panicked. For the first time on the show, she was visibly terrified beyond comprehension.
"What's up?" Noah asked, raising his eyebrow.
Samantha shook her head rapidly. "Oh, nothing inordinate."
"You mean important?" he snorted arrogantly.
Samantha didn't answer.
Chris clapped his hands. "Well, I'll give you all a chance to explain yourselves before they vote. Now... explain."
"Wait... a vote?!" Dakota gasped, grabbing her short hair. "What do you mean?!"
"Hehe. Surprise! The jury of peers you've eliminated is voting off one last camper before the finale. Votes will come from Staci, Tyler, Dawn, Brick, and Eva, so they're the ones you need to impress. Noah, you get first dibs."
Noah stood up and shrugged, his lower lip curling downwards. "Hey, at least I'm not them." He pointed at Dakota and Samantha.
"Good point," Eva said as she rubbed her chin in contemplation.
Noah sat down and Dakota stood up. "Brick, I know what I said and will stick to my word with honor, but I just want you to know that... I would've never gotten to the final three without you. Eva, you too. Sorry if I made some bad moves, but that's in the past, right?"
Brick sighed, his voice full of sadness. "Apology accepted. Honesty is always deserving of reward.
Samantha reluctantly rose to her feet. "I... can't do it!" She tried to run off stage again and was, once again, brought back by Chef. "No. I can't say it!"
"Well, I can show it," Chris said. The host clicked a button on the remote and another video popped up on the big screen. All eyes shot over to the video...
Bonus Clip: County Finals
Samantha walked on stage and prepared herself for the parallel bars. She took a deep breath and ran her fingers over her body. With the grace of a ballerina, she leapt onto the bars and balanced herself vertically to the excited murmur of the audience.
Then the poles broke! Samantha crashed to the floor and the judges buzzed their buttons, signifying her elimination as the audience laughed and laughed and laughed like hyenas.
(The video reminds)
Before Samantha came onstage, a brown haired teen was fixing the parallel bars with a set of tools. He screwed a final bolt into place and turned around to wipe the sweat off his face. It was Tyler...
End Bonus Clip
Samantha nearly fainted. Everything was catching up with her and on national television too. No, scratch that... international television.
Tyler scratched his head. "Uh... sorry?"
Noah raised an eyebrow. His voice was full of disdain and frustration. "Hold on! That's you laughed about hurting Tyler? Because he cost you a stupid gymnast competition?!"
Dakota smirked at the trembling gymnast. "Wow, you're totally boned now."
Samantha whined and looked at Tyler. "You... cost me a hundred grand. If I moved on... I would've gone to state." Her eyes began to water. "You... You..."
"I'm, uh, sorry, Sammy," said a flabbergasted Tyler. "I didn't remember you at all, but if you're cool with us now, uh, we don't have to be enemies. You're a cool chick."
"Sorry... isn't enough... for what you... and what... I did. I'm sorry for what I did... but I was just so angry when I saw you here... and I kept it hidden... and then... Oh, God!"
Confessional
Samantha: "I know what I did was wrong, but I'm just a bad person at heart. Tyler, if you ever see this, know that I'm sorry."
Tyler: "I'd completely forgotten about my job repairing the parallel bars, but... wow... That was brutal. I apologized, but she's still probably gonna kill me."
End Confessional
"Wow... what a touching moment," Chris cooed. "It almost makes me want to cry, but we have a vote to get to. Jury, you know what to do."
Confessional
Staci: *Writes down a name on paper*
Brick: "It's pretty obvious who deserves the prize... or well, who doesn't."
Eva: "Samantha, prepare to witness the magic of third place!"
Dawn: "It's a hard choice, but I'll go with..." *She scribbles on the paper*
Tyler: "I have to vote for Dakota. I owe it to Samantha to help her win at this point."
End Confessional
Chris raised the shoe box of votes into the air. "Noah. Dakota. Samantha. In this sacred box rests your futures. Five votes... all you need is three to get the boot. If there's a tie, we move to a tiny little challenge to decide tonights loser."
Noah looked on with complete assurance that he would win.
Dakota was nervous, but couldn't help but smile about Samantha's obvious loss.
Samantha herself was about to burst into tears.
Chris read the first vote. "Dakota!"
The fame-monger gasped. "What?! How?!"
"Don't care." Chris read the second vote. "Samantha!"
Samantha sighed and wiped the water from her eyes.
"Third vote..."
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"Samantha! That's two for Sammy and one for Dakota!"
Noah was still smiling as Dakota winked at her enemy. Samantha growled through her despair.
"Fourth vote goes to... Dakota!"
Dakota nearly fell over. "Two?! How?!"
Chris ignored her and read the last vote. "The fifth vote..."
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"Noah! We have a tie!"
Samantha sighed in relief as Dakota hissed angrily at the jury. "Alright, who voted for Noah?! Tell me!"
Confessional
Brick: *Whistles innocently*
End Confessional
Chris patted Noah on the back and shoved him into the stands. "Noah, you're in the finale. Dakota; Samantha, one of you must go. And what better way to settle this epic rivalry than with our penultimate challenge: The Last Stand! Follow me outside, please!"
The cast walked outside. Samantha and Dakota glared angrily at each other. Samantha was nearly about to snap, but Dakota was scared shitless. The fact that she almost lost a vote to her rival was terrifying to the former mutant, and only served to rattle her thoughts.
Chris walked the teens to the challenge area. Two twenty-foot tall poles were sticking out of the ground about ten feet apart. Each pole was about a foot across and wobbled in the cold wind.
"Girls, welcome to your final test. You'll have to stay on top of these poles, standing of course, for as long as possible. The first to fall is the last member of our peanut gallery and has no chance of winning the hundred thousands dollars. Ready?"
Samantha shook her head like a madwoman. She finally smiled. "Bring. It."
Dakota looked up and gulped.
Confessional
Samantha: If there's one thing I can do, it's balancing on stuff. Gymnastic skills, don't fail me now!"
Dakota: "A balancing challenge? You've got to be kidding me?! That's her thing!"
Noah: "Finalist sounds like a title I deserve, but I'm betting on Dakota to make it through. Samantha's wide hips and... assets are great for catching wind. Well, maybe I'm just saying that because I want to face the weaker player in the finale, but who knows?"
End Confessional
Samantha and Dakota stood still as rocks on top of their poles. No one moved. They didn't even look at each other. The wind rocked the towers, but no one was budging anytime soon.
Below, Debbie was drawing a picture of Noah holding the case of cash. Tyler was talking with Dawn and Staci. Anne Maria was rubbing Justin's perfect abs as he tried to get some rays. B was doing calculations of who would win in the finale depending on who won the tiebreaker. Katie and Sadie were fawning over Justin, much to Anne Maria's chagrin. Ethan was crossing his fingers for Samantha. Brick was busy comparing scars with Eva. It was purely boring.
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Chris tapped his watch. "Ugh. Someone fall already! I have to edit this y'know. I'd prefer to not spend twelve hours at the computer."
"Never," Samantha moaned.
"Not even close," Dakota groaned.
Both girls looked at each other for the first time in the challenge and scowled. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in harder than ever and the two were caught off guard. Time stood still as they slipped over the edge and plummeted to the hard ground. Everyone gasped as both players hit the ground at the same time. Chris stood up and slapped his forehead. "Another tie? Seriously?!"
Dakota stood up and wobbled to Chris. "She totally hit first!"
"In your dreams!" Samantha mumbled.
As the pair argued, a tubby intern brought Chris a tablet with the video footage on it. There wasn't a tie...
"We have a winner, but only by a split second!" Chris exclaimed, getting the attention of the teens.
"Me, right?!" Dakota grabbed Chris by the arm and he pulled away.
"Maybe. Let's pause for dramatic effect! The person joining Noah in the finale is..."
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"DAKOTA!"
Dakota screamed in excitement and jumped in the air, waving her arms around like a psychopath. Samantha sighed and extended her hand.
"What's that?" the excited teen asked in confusion.
"Good game," Samantha sneered. "You beat me... fair and square..."
Dakota grabbed and shook her hand. "Thanks."
"I'm kinda glad I got third place," Samantha chortled.
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"Yeah. Now I get to watch you get second and cry about it." Samantha snickered and joined the peanut gallery as Noah walked by and stood next to Dakota, who was narrowing her eyes scornfully at her rival.
"The final two!" Chris proclaimed, grabbing both teens by the shoulders. "Only one can walk away with the hundred grand, so stick around for next time on Total... Drama... Return of the Underdogs!"
Eliminated: Debbie, Justin, Tyler (1), Anne Maria, B, Sadie, Katie, Ethan, Staci, Tyler (2), Brick, Dawn, Jordan, Eva, Samantha
The Final Two: Noah and Dakota (Vote for your favorite to win on my profile!)
~A/N~ The finale wasn't always Noah and Dakota. I'll cover that in my final chapter, but hopefully everyone's happy with the boot order. I've decided which ending I'll probably use, but go ahead and vote in my profile for the winner. Both finalists will have an ending, so everyone should be happy by the final, 26th chapter. I'll try to have the finale published in the coming two weeks if possible, so watch for that! ;)
To all my reviewers: You guys are seriously amazing. I never thought I'd hit 100 reviews on my story, one that I never thought was even that good. You've made this past year of writing so much fun for me and I could never have improved so much without everyone's input. Even those who haven't reviewed in a while have left such an impact and allowed me to hone my skills. I remember creating this story out of just a boot order, a list of names. I daydreamed about writing it one day, but never expected to make it so far into such a massive project. I know I'm not Knifez, The Sarcasm Master, or Kobold Necromancer, but I'm glad you all chose my story to read out of the hundreds of other, better competition stories in the fandom. Thanks for everything, guys and gals. :')