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Replies to Questions and Comments:
janey1097 - I love long reviews, so do not worry. Keep up the long reviews, woo!
YodaClone 13 - \writes down "Terror - 1, Joy - 0" in his notebook\
Invisi-Pen - \writes down "Terror - 1, Joy - 1" in his notebook\
melancolie - Although the situation and campers will react as if it's life or death, I'll spoil you all and say that Harold is not going to die. Do not worry.
ironbloodaika - Noah and Katie has been dabbled in some fanart and fanfiction I've seen. But I think they'd be a cute couple because of the old opposites attract clause: Noah is pessimistic, quiet, cynical, and reserved, while Katie is optimistic, loud, friendly, and outgoing.
UnderxGravity - It really wouldn't be a pairing if Heather used him, now would it? \wink wink, grin grin\
alienphantom - Chris may sprout horns and a tail, but I cannot see the other things happening. Thank you for using the Confession Cam, I'll have to remember that.
Nova48 - You'll have to wait and see, but trust me, the guilty party didn't realize how serious Harold's allergy was. And here's the update, please do not die from anticipation!
Imagi - I love how you always have a lot to say, it's so cool. And people, how disgusting are bras to eat? I've never eaten one before. \chuckles, rubbing the back of his head\
Tall T - Harold's not dying. And from the original show, I don't see Heather paired with anyone unless she seriously changed, hehe. Hope you got my PM, I opened up mine.
QJD1381 - \dramatically\ Then who was it? Muahaha!
ThekidVince - Wow, you read a lot for one day, I'm impressed. I'm sorry you had to see your favorite character DJ go, but sadly, it's how the story was planned; 19 campers are going to be voted off before the final challenge. And I'll say this for you and all those with favorites voted off: you will see a lot more of the voted off campers than the original show had.
noahjean - Thank you, but my own novel has no publish date yet; it's not even fully written yet. I am shamed.
animegirl1807 - Courtney's reason for hatred at Harold stems from something other than the contest, and you'll find out soon. And she will not be shunned or hated once all is said and done (and neither will Duncan, for all those concerned).
NickTheUltimaswordWielder - Ezekiel will have to chisel away at that block of meanness that is Heather, but he has a fine chisel. \wink wink, grin grin\
To Everybody - Boy, that was a lot of replies to replies, now wasn't it? I repeat, Harold is not going to die.
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And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
Chapter 28 (Day 09, Part 2) - The Wild 'n Crazy Calm Before the Storm
Ezekiel was munching on some sticks, chewing carefully not splinter them. "I guess this isn't so bad, eh," he said to his teammates. Gwen was licking up sugar, and Beth was lapping up soda, so the two silently agreed. "Izzy, you okay?"
The redhead was wobbling in her seat, rubbing at the pocket of her long skirt. She looked at Ezekiel, unsteady, then threw up on him.
"Awww, not a'geen, Izzy," the prairie boy shouted, backing away.
"Shorry, but you shmell like puke."
"That's your puke, eh!" Chris cackled, applauding at the grossness that had followed. He looked around at the others. Tyler and Eva were staring each other down as they hurriedly ate their food (Tyler's a sock, and Eva's soot). Duncan, wincing something awful, had to lick up saliva. Bridgette was looking really sick as she licked up dry salt.
"You all passed the S round, it would seem," Chris declared. "Now... uurrrf..."
He clapped his hand over his mouth, wincing and backing away from Ezekiel. "Urrp... Zeke... dude, you have my permission. Go shower, please!"
The prairie boy shrugged, then headed off to the communal washrooms. The host waited until he was gone, then turned back to the other campers. "Okay, we're going to be a bit harsher now! You all are going to be forced to drink your next serving!
"Everyone, minus Ezekiel and... Harold, you must go gather a food item, then use the blenders in the kitchen; we got several set up, so you don't have to fight. Pour a glass for your opponent, who's name you'll receive now!"
Chef handed out some slips of paper, grumbling, "Don't break my blenders, you little snot-nosed punks."
"Will not won't do, sir," Duncan said to the large cook, grinning wickedly. The confused man chose to ignore the criminal.
"Your letter is F, people," Chris cried out, "so get out there and get those f'ing ingredients!"
(Confession Cam - Do I smell bacon?)
Gwen - "That was highly inappropriate."
Ezekiel, still clothed, let the shower rinse him off. He was still trying not to throw up, because the smell of Izzy's vomit was lingering.
"What does that girl eat, eh?" he whimpered to himself. "I stink somethin' awful!"
Someone knocked on his stall, and he opened it. Tyler stood there, holding a fingernail clipper and a hopeful look on his face.
"Can I ask you to contribute to the fingernail frappichino?" he asked.
"Ewwww, dude," Ezekiel crooned, holding his hands out. "Go a'heed, while they're soft and ready for clipping, eh."
Owen peeked in the stall, grinning and waving at Ezekiel. "I've been helping him collect," he said, proud.
"His clunked when they fell in the jar," Tyler remarked, "and they had several different types of grime."
The campers puréed their ingredients, and then poured them in cups. Those who didn't have enough of the ingredients used water, "filter water" according to Chris. Noah had rolled his eyes at this.
Harold looked at his puréed feather drink, then bravely swallowed it. Gagging, he turned to his teammates, a confident smile on his face.
It was wasted. Bridgette's heaved out her fish stick purée drink, gagging and coughing. Cody took one swallow of his fried chicken frappichino, and spat it out. Harold was now the last one standing on the Mystery Meat team.
They weren't the only ones. Heather took one look at her blended fish, and refused to drink it; Tyler and Eva glared at her, as she had blown their one pass. Noah tried to drink the blended fingernail frappichino Tyler had made, but his gag reflex kicked in and he heaved out.
Gwen was starting to drink her french fry purée, but the taste became too much. She puked it out, getting it partially down her front. Katie looked relieved, since her team was down to one member.
"Hooray, they're also losing," she said to her teammates. "The french fry one was yours, right Cody?"
She regretted saying that immediately. Gwen, slumped over and stained with vomit, looked over at Cody with hateful eyes. The tech-geek shuddered and looked away, wringing his hands. Katie stammered as she tried to find some way to make up for it, but couldn't think of it.
Chris watched the campers, grinning as he heard some of them moan in pain. "It's delightful to see the grossness return! I guess this means-"
He was hit in the side of the face with a hard gob of spit. The host, disgusted, wiped it off his face; Tyler gave Eva an approving thumbs-up as she tried to hide her grin.
"Now then," the host continued, his sadistic grin lost, "this means Bridgette, Cody, and Gwen are out. And both Chef's Surprise and Catch of the Day have no more free passes!
"Now we shall make pizza for all you happy campers! You will get your opponents' name, then go put your ingredient on a pizza slice! Your letter is W! Cody, since you managed to eliminate a contestant, you can go again with the ingredient."
"Figures," Gwen spat out, livid. "He sure is good at making girls puke."
Cody hurried out of the cafeteria, trying not to let any of the contestants see how hurt he was. Beth tried to once again talk to Gwen, but the goth girl was more concerned about mopping the vomit off her front.
"You're being so mean to him, Gwen," Beth declared. "How could you? It'sth not like you!"
"He's been lying to me since this season started, he planned having my boyfriend voted off," the goth girl said as she wiped herself off, "and now I'm puked all over myself because of him."
"But none of that was histh fault," Beth said, though rather feeble. Gwen gave her an unsteady glare, then went back to cleaning herself up.
Cody's heart was obviously not in the contest anymore; he had poured water on his pizza slice, which just made it soggy. Harold had no problem eating it.
Noah tried to eat his, but from heaving earlier and his loathing of watermelon, he couldn't finish it. "Sorry, guys," he said to his partners. Courtney looked disappointed, while Duncan looked sympathetic.
Tyler and Eva had received wood chips and wood shavings, and the two stared each other down as they ate it. Heather looked at her pizza slice, which was neatly wrapped in wrapping paper.
"Beth, how much time did you spend on this pathetic attempt to make me gag?" the queen bee asked the farm girl.
"You're justht jealousth becausth I got thisth," Beth said, holding up her white chocolate pizza.
Ezekiel forced down the weeds-covered pizza. Duncan barely noticed the whiskers when he ate his slice, but he dreaded to know where they came from. Courtney didn't mind the walnuts, but she was looking at Harold with determination.
"Looks like Noah is out, and we're still struggling to keep this revolting contest going," Chris announced. "How are you feeling?"
"Gimme more," Tyler roared.
"I could go at this all day," Eva cheered.
"For the love of all that's good and holy, you two," Courtney shouted, "don't encourage him!!"
"Now it's time for a platter," Chris announced. "Discuss with your teammates what you want your opponents to eat! The still-enduring contestants on the teams must eat, but they may share."
"Your platter's choice must be beginning with I, J, or O. Try your best!"
"Man," Duncan grumbled, looking over at Owen. "I wish you were still in this contest right now, big guy."
"Me too, this stuff looks delicious," the large teen replied.
"That's... not exactly why I wanted you, but whatever floats your boat."
The teams talked amongst themselves. Izzy's suggestion of herself, sacrificing one of her limbs or more for the betterment of her team, was quickly turned down.
Mystery Meat's platter was a lot of ice, smashed into pieces for easier eating. Duncan and Courtney managed to eat of all of it, but suffered brain freeze. Noah seriously hoped it would cool them down, but Duncan suggested keeping warm. Soon, he and Courtney were making out.
"Stop that, you two bags of hormone," he shouted at them from over the top of his book. "This is so going to be censored when they air the show in America, you know that?"
Catch of the Day's platter was oranges, including the peels. Harold wasn't allergic, and he managed to eat the entire platter; by the time he was done, his face was stained with orange juice and rind remains.
"That's our Harold," Katie exclaimed with a cheer. "He always manages to come through when it's down to him!" Bridgette massaged his shoulders and Cody waved a fan at him.
Chef's Surprise was olives. Beth looked horrified, starting to turn pale as she looked at them.
"No no no," she whimpered. "I can't do thisth... I hate olives with all my heart and sthoul..."
"Well, you will be disqualified unless Ezekiel can eat them all," Chris informed her.
"I can try, eh," he said as he grabbed a handful. He started chewing, swallowing, downing the entire platter. Even Chris managed to applaud after he was finished.
"Not bad, Zeke man, not bad," he said. "I hate olives a whole lot too."
"Urrrrp...," the prairie boy belched, looking quite green now, "I hate them too..."
He fainted, olive oily drool spilling from his mouth. Beth cocked his head to the side so he could breathe. "Doesth thisth mean we're both out?" the farm girl asked the host.
"No, just the Zeke man. Boy, I sure wouldn't want to be him right now."
Chopped Liver's platter was actually as sadistic as Izzy could get: jalapenos. Heather, Eva, and Tyler exchanged terrified looks as a plateful of jalapenos was placed in front of them. The ravenhair queen bee tossed a lock behind her head and scoffed.
"If you think I'll eat one of those," she said, glaring at the peppers, "you're crazy."
Eva and Tyler exchanged looks. Invisible sparks shot, deaf war cries erupted, and an motionless tremor as the world shook from the two most determined athletes in the world.
"For Lindsay," Tyler roared.
"For victory," Eva shrieked.
The two grabbed handfuls of jalapenos, and started cramming them into their mouths. Water streamed from their eyes in seconds, their faces became red, sweat ran down their foreheads, but still they continued to shove spicy servings of severely sense-sunderings.
Everyone starred as the two were finished. Some (like Izzy and Owen) were sure the two would erupt like volcanos, but the two continued to stare at each other with bright red, sweaty, tearstained faces.
The staring continued for a couple more seconds until Eva let out a bloodcurdling scream. Running to the kitchen, she grabbed a two-gallon water jug and started pouring it down her throat.
"Guess this means Eva is disqualified," Chris said, staring at Tyler. "You're next, no doubt about that."
Tyler's face turned a darker shade of red. He started shaking, tears streamed down from his eyes, and he held a hand to his throat. Chris leaned in and started to say, "The water is over there, once Eva is done chugging it dow-"
Tyler belched, so thick it was a spicy, green cloud. It hit Chris like a matterless punching glove, to all his senses. The host's eyes watered, his face turned red, and snot ran from his nose. Holding a hand up to the camera so no one could see his unhandsome moment, the host bolted to the kitchen, and tried to wrestle the water away from Eva.
"You managed to make pretty boy cry," Chef declared, slapping Tyler on the back. "How the hell can you stand that many jalapenos?"
"I eat spicy foods for breakfast," Tyler bragged. When he realized how silly that sounded, he added, "I have a knack for eating the spiciest foods, get it from my dad."
"Well, I have to say, I'm pretty damn impressed," the large cook remarked, patting the athlete's shoulder. "But now it's time for you maggots to get serious!
"With Chris injured in the field of duty, it comes to me to give you all your next assignment: soup!"
" 'Soup'?" Courtney repeated, sounding disgusted.
"Yes, maggots," Chef barked, slamming his fist on her table. "Soup! You are going to find a good ingredient, add it into soup, then it will be given to a random opponent! It'll be to your enemy, I assure you, so make sure it's harsh!
"And no trying to play on peoples' allergies," he continued, waving a sheet of papers in his hand. "I got all of your allergies listed here, and-"
A gust of wind from the window blew the papers from his hand, and they flew right outside the other window. With a scream, Chef went outside to retrieve them, only to see Groucho the Duck had gathered them up and scurried off into the bushes.
"Daaaaaamn yoooooou, duck booooooys," Chef yelled.
When the furious cook walked back into the house, Noah raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, I may not be eating," he said to Chef Hatchet, "but what about the people who still are in that have allergies?"
"I have it all memorized, straw pole," Chef barked at him.
"Neanderthal," Noah replied.
"Bean sprout!"
"Mutated gnoll!"
"Scarecrow!"
"Disfigured ogre!"
"Why you...," the cook sputtered, clenching his fists. "Forget it! Now, your ingredient letter is G! If your ingredient is too thick for soup, blend it up, pour it into the soup, then stir it up! Get going, you geeks!"
(Confession Cam - Do I smell sticky buns?)
Beth - "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! I fed Iththy the food that made her throw up, I had Ethekiel eat the olivesth, I have to do this! I have to find sthomething that will make people sthick!"
Heather - "So, Tyler thinks he's a big man because he can cram jalapenos into his mouth like that? ... Well, actually, it is rather impressive, but still! He cannot take much more, so I'm gonna make my loser opponents' spew!"
Courtney - "I cannot lose this! Duncan has given so much effort into this, and I don't want those other people to win! Especially... well, you know."
Duncan - "It's time to play dirty!" \He punches his palm.\ "I'm gonna make those fools puke their guts out so hard, their internal organs will come out through their mouth! Haha... ewww, that's kinda gross to think about, actually."
Groucho the Duck - \He is holding some papers in his hand, quacking with English subtitles.\ "What the hell? These aren't the secret plans of the communist uprising I was informed about! And who's allergic to toads, how do you find that stuff out?"
(Plot Point, marked for your ease.)
The six campers went out, looking for edible stuff that began with G. One of them, while searching the bushes, found a sheet of paper. Reading it over, it was a list of Harold's terrible allergies.
A grin spread across the face of the finder of the paper. "Perfect. Oh wait... Chef will have remembered them. Wait, what if he forgot one or two?"
Chef was busily scribbling down a list. "Apples, pears, cocoanut, spinach... wait, there was one, a really big one..."
He tapped his lip with a pencil. "Something big, too. Was listed on the gray line, which meant important. Think it was... gum? Slugs? Gum and slugs."
He grumbled as he wrote that down on the paper. "Gum and slugs, Harold? How do you find out you're allergic to that kind of stuff, huh?"
The camper who found the sheet of paper went over to Chef Hatchet, and asked to see Harold's allergy sheet. Realizing Chef had missed a specific one, the camper headed out with a joyous grin.
"I'm going to win for certain now," the camper said with a cheer.
(And action.)
"Okay, maggots," Chef shouted, clapping his hands. "It's time to eat soup! Now EAT SOUP!!"
Tyler slurped at his soup, working hard to swallow the gravel. Duncan wasn't sure what his was, but it was fairly sweet. Heather managed to drink up her soup despite the strange taste, while Courtney drank up some very greasy soup.
The CIT eventually couldn't take it, and spat it out. "I can't do it," she whimpered, as Duncan rubbed her back. "It's so disgusting!"
Just then, Beth started hacking, sputtering, and eventually threw up what she had managed to drink. "I cannot do it," she sobbed, collapsing on her table. "I'm sthorry... tho sthorry, but garlic... ugggggh..."
Chef stared at them, then over at Harold, who was slowly finishing up his soup. "Well, Courtney and Beth are out," he growled. "Guess that means Chopped Liver is over. We'll have to see who goes next..."
A horrible, shuddering gasp interrupted the large cook. Harold began to convulse, gasped for air, then he fell out of his chair, knocking his bowl of soup off the table.
"Can't take it, huh Four Eyes?" Chef muttered. "Okay then, since Harold is out-"
"Harold?" Bridgette said, watching her teammate convulse on the floor. "Harold?! HAROLD!!"
The brunette nerd wheezed, barely getting any air. He twitched, shaking horribly, sweating. His eyes began to glaze over, and his breathing became so shallow it was almost inaudible.
"Oh God, Harold," Bridgette screamed, diving to his friend. "He's having an attack! Oh God no!"
The other campers watched in horror, Chef cringing up in disgust. "Ewww, I hate sick people," he muttered.
"But you're the medic here," Noah declared. "Have you got anything for allergic reactions?"
"They got stuff for that?"
"Harold," Bridgette shouted, holding his hand. "Stay with it! Keep breathing!"
The brunette nerd's shallow breathing was terribly thin. Bridgette, remembering back to her first-aid, stuck her finger down his throat. After puking hard, the nerd's breathing deepened and became more steady; however, he was still twitching and very pale.
"Sthomeone call 911," Beth screamed.
"Oh, I got a cell phone," Chef Hatchet said, taking one out of his pocket. "What was that number again?"
"Dear God, it's an allergic reaction of the worst kind," Noah yelled. "Chef, get the mumarney!"
"The wha-da-wha?"
"Oh for the love of... I'll get some of mine!"
As Noah bolted out of the cafeteria, Bridgette was attempting to hold Harold to keep him from thrashing around. His legs stopped moving very suddenly, and his breathing became shallow again. She continued to talk to him, holding his hand and tell him Noah would be back soon.
Sure enough, the bookworm was back within seconds, holding a bottle of mumarney and a hypodermic. Chef screamed when he saw the needle, and fainted dead away.
"Are you sure you should be doing that?" Katie asked.
"I can do it to myself if I ever get a serious allergy reaction," the bookworm explained. He injected the mumarney into Harold's vein, and the brunette nerd stopped convulsing, but his breathing was still shallow.
"We got to get him to the medical tent," Bridgette exclaimed. "They have an oxygen tank there, I know it."
Chris, wiping his mouth and looking winded, came into the room, nodding at the surfer's words. "Yeah, they got one. Better hurry."
"Owen, Zeke, get a stretcher quick," the surfer asked the boys, who nodded and ran off.
"Better get Chef Hatchet one too," Eva called out to them. "He's fainted dead away!" "And drooling," Chris remarked.
"Harold'sth dying," Beth shouted, "and all you can talk about ith Chef'sth drooling problem? Jeezth!"
The farm girl ran over to Harold, wiping his sweat-coated brow. The nerd's eyes were glazed over, staring up at the ceiling.
(Current time, Day 09.)
"After that, we carried Harold over here," Ezekiel told Leshawna, "and Chef as well, eh. After the big man recovered, he said he would watch over Harold."
"And I would," Chef said, upon entering the tent. "Zeke man, I'm gonna need you, Tyler and Bridgette to go, got that? Cannot have too many people in here."
"Yes sir, Chef Doc," the prairie boy replied. He went to go rouse Bridgette, who slowly got up and headed out the tent with her friend, almost leaning on him in her groggy state.
"Can I stay?" Leshawna asked Chef, trying not to look at him for he was dressed in his tight, white, nurse maid outfit again.
"Sure, Leshawna, but don't ask me any questions," Chef said, listening to Harold's heartbeat with a stethoscope. "I know about as little as you do, except that it was-"
" 'Gummi slugs'?" Gwen read the bag's logo aloud, after taking it from Tyler.
"Yeah, that's what caused Harold's allergy reaction," the red-clad athlete explained to the other campers. The thirteen campers had gathered up outside the café, where Tyler was explaining the issue at hand.
"How do you know that?" Katie asked.
"Chris was on the line with Harold's doctor before we got chased 'oot of the medical tent, eh," Ezekiel told them. "Apparently, gummi slugs are the moo'st deadly of all the allergies to Harold."
"So what we need to do is find out who of the six of the remaining contestants used gummi slugs," Noah spoke out loud, "to make sure this would happen to Harold..."
His glance looked over at Courtney and Duncan, who were standing next to each other. "You two were among the six, now weren't you?"
"And doo'nt deny you two had every reason to do this to Harold, eh," Ezekiel snapped, his hands on his hips. "Especially you, Courtney!"
"Hey wait a minute," the CIT shouted. "You cannot point the finger at me just because I hate Harold! What about Tyler? Or Heather?"
Gwen glared from Courtney to Heather. "Sounds like something you would do," the goth girl hissed at her rival. "Feeding someone their worst allergy to defeat them."
"Oh please, how could I know what that greasy nerd was really allergic to?" she scoffed.
"I didn't do it," Tyler protested.
"That only leaves... well, Harold, which is out of the question," Bridgette said, counting on her fingers. "And the sixth person would be Beth. ... Beth?"
The farm girl had run away from the group, tears streaming from her eyes. Something fell from her pocket as she ran. "Beth! Beth, come back," Cody called out to her, but she was gone. He realized she had dropped something, and picked it up: it was an empty bag of gummi slugs.
As he stared at it in disbelief, Eva snatched it from his hands. "So, our little back stabber is Beth, huh?"
"She did it?" Katie gasped, holding her hands up to her mouth in disbelief.
"No... no, she wouldn't do that," Cody protested. "Beth wouldn't feed Harold something he was really allergic to-"
"Save it, you wannabe ladies' man," the fitness buff shouted, shoving Cody away from her. "She's obviously the one who did this to Harold. Look at how she ran away."
"Wait, we're not sure it was her, just because of gummi slugs," the tech-geek protested, waving his arms.
Pleading to the others, he saw that most looked disbelieving. "Look, is it possible someone else did gummi slugs?" Heather, Tyler, Duncan, and Courtney shook their heads. "But... this isn't right!"
"You don't need to defend her, Cody," Heather said, shaking her head. "It's pretty obvious she put the gummi slugs in the soup."
"Well, it doesn't seem like something Beth would do, eh," Ezekiel said aloud. "I mean, put gummi slugs in all the soup bowls? That's rather cruel, eh."
"Maybe there's a mean side to her we didn't know," Duncan replied with a shrug. "But whatever. Hey Bridge, how was Harold when you checked on him?"
"He's holding in, but," Bridgette said with a sigh, "I really cannot say how he'll be in the long run."
"Terrible shame," Heather said with a cruel smirk. Strutting off to the communal washrooms, she gave her fellow campers a condescending wave good-bye.
(Confession Cam - Do I smell turkey?)
Ezekiel - "This is spiraling out of control, eh. I'd better find 'oot what's been going on before moo'r people get hurt."
Cody - "Beth couldn't have done it, it's not in her!"
"Come on, you have to believe me," Cody appealed to Gwen and Izzy. The redhead was dangling on Gwen, still swaying and hiccuping. "Beth couldn't have done this."
"Cody, knock it off already," Gwen snapped at him. "Beth is the culprit. She was really desperate to win, and I would know, she was on my team."
"But you know her, Gwen," the tech-geek continued. "You cannot vote her off! She-"
"Look, you little twerp," the goth girl shouted, storming over to Cody; her movements were slow, because Izzy was still holding onto her. "If there was anyone I would for, it would be you! But I am not this time around."
Cody's face, already falling from her remarks, managed to whisper, "Why?"
"Because Harold needs to be voted off," she said, looking upset as she tried to help balance out Izzy. "He's in horrible shape now, and I'm not letting him stay on this damn island where Chris can torture him.
"And if there's one decent cell in your scrawny body, you'll vote for him too out of compassion. Now come on, Izzy!"
The redhead giggled as she clung to Gwen as the goth girl led them away from Cody. "You sure gave him the for-what, Gweneth."
"Don't call me that."
"Can I call you Owen? I mish him, he'sh rushing all over the island, trying to get medical shuppliesh for Harold."
"No."
"Can you tell me if you and Trent-"
"NO!"
Cody just stood there, wringing his hands and staring at the ground. He desperately tried not to cry, but he couldn't stop the tears.
"You doing okay, Harold?"
"Fine, I guess. This cot is a little uncomfortable, but I'll manage." Bridgette chuckled, managing a weak smile. She stared at her friend, who was still pale and weak looking. "You've also got Leshawna looking over you, that's comfy."
"You know it, surfer chick," the plus-sized sister said; she was still holding Harold's hand. "Harold's not about to let an allergic reaction get the best of him."
Chef, who was looking through some papers (which were, scary enough, How To guides on medicine), let out a loud scoff. "Even if Four Eyes never walks again?"
"Quit being so insensitive," Bridgette snapped at the large man. She froze, then looked over at Harold. "Wait, is that true?"
"Almost happened the first time I hate gummi slugs," he croaked, managing to shrug. "I walked out of that hospital about two weeks later."
Bridgette started to tear up, but Harold patted her knee with his free hand. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. It's not as bad as the time I nearly had to have my toe amputated."
"You merely stubbed it, sweetie-pie," Leshawna said.
"Well, it was a really bad stub...," he whined, then managed to chuckle.
Chris, who had been watching them, cleared his throat. "Bridge," he said, "I'm sorry to do this, but you gotta ask him what you came in for, then you gotta go so Chef can continue... whatever he was doing."
The blond surfer nodded, then looked over at Harold. "We need to ask you who you'll be voting for tonight so we can add it to the vote total. The people available are you, me, Katie, Cody, Zeke, Gwen, Izzy, and Beth."
"I'll do it myself," Harold said, sounding firm.
"But... how?"
"I'll get a wheelchair and cast my own vote," he said. "I won't let this stupid allergic reaction cripple me that much."
"Are you sure, hon?" Leshawna asked, looking very concerned. "You need rest."
"I'll be able to do it tonight, don't worry."
Bridgette managed to nod, still trying not to cry. She bid Leshawna, Harold, and Chris good-bye before heading out. Chris took her seat, looking at Leshawna.
"It's cool you're watching over Harold and all," the host said to her, "but I gotta ask you, no telling anyone, not even Harold here, what you learned while watching the show."
"I don't know who did this to him," the large sister replied, "but when I do, that person is gonna get some gummi slugs of my own."
"No, not that, all the stuff that's happened beforehand," Chris said. "I'm grateful you haven't told anyone yet, but it's important they don't get 'outsider' information."
She sighed, then shrugged. "Fine, whatever. I only care that Harold gets better."
Chris nodded, then smiled down at Harold. "You're a lucky man, Harold."
Leshawna quirked an eyebrow at the host, while the nerd smiled and nodded.
(Confession Cam - Do I smell toast?)
Leshawna - "Chris is one strange man. He's insensitive all the time, even when he's being nice."
Bridgette - \wiping her eyes\ "Harold's such a good guy... he doesn't deserve this! Why would someone do this to him? Beth... did she really do it?"
Bridgette entered the cafeteria, expecting it to be empty; however, Ezekiel was there, slurping at one of the bowls of soup.
"Zeke? What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to figure 'oot what everyone had, eh," he explained. "None of them are telling me, so I've got to find 'oot."
"You think Beth is innocent?" the blond surfer asked.
"Doo'nt you?"
Bridgette looked down at the floor, thinking hard how to answer. "Ummm, I don't know, I'm sorry. But even if you find a bowl of pure gummi slugs, it won't prove Beth didn't put puréed gummi slugs in all of them."
Ezekiel froze when he realized this, then slumped on the table. "I didn't think a'boot that, eh," he whimpered into his arms. She walked over and rubbed his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"I like Beth too," she admitted. "She's very friendly, she's nice to people. I cannot imagine her doing this to Harold, just to win."
Ezekiel nodded in his arms. "Who do you think did it then, eh?"
"My best guess would be Heather or Duncan," she said, sitting down next to him. "They're both mean enough to do this to Harold."
"What a'boot...," he started, then stopped. "No, never mind."
"What? What were you going to say?"
"... Courtney?"
Bridgette gasped at this. "What? Courtney? No! She..."
"She had the biggest motive of anyone, Bridge."
"Well, yes, but...," the surfer girl wrung her hands, "I... she's my friend. And I don't think she would do this. She... she couldn't."
The door to the cafeteria swung open, and Heather stood there. "What are you two doing here?" she asked them, looking annoyed. "Playing Sherlock Holmes?"
Bridgette scowled at the ravenhair, then excused herself. Before walking out of the building, she said something to Ezekiel that the queen bee couldn't hear. She was annoyed by this, Heather felt that all information must be known to her.
"Are you two seeing each other?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Riding the surf girl while the party boy is away?"
Ezekiel snapped, his frustration and worry finally going over the brim. He stormed over to Heather and grabbed her shoulders. Eva saw all this through the window.
(Confession Cam - Do I smell trouble?)
Eva - "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! He's going to kill her this time! Woohoo, what we've all been waiting for! To all those that what prairie boy to squish the queen bee, give a shout! Woo!
Heather winced as Ezekiel stared into her eyes, unnerving her. "Get your hands off me, or I'll scream," the queen bee hissed, though uneven.
"Not until," the toque-wearing boy replied, "you tell me the truth, eh. I want you to look me in the eye, and I want to knoo' the truth, eh
"Did you do this to Harold?"
"What, are you kidding me?" Heather snapped at him. "I don't think I have to tell you-"
"Tell me," he shouted, pushing her against the wall. "I'm sick of this attitude, especially during times like this! Harold may be damaged for life because of this, so tell me right now, Heather! Did you do this, eh?"
Heather, now completely unnerved, looked around with her mouth gaping. She finally locked eyes with Ezekiel, and muttered, "No. No, I didn't do this. I didn't put gummi slugs in any of the soup bowls."
Ezekiel, after staring into her eyes, smiled. "Okay then, eh." He patted her shoulder, then left the cafeteria.
(Confession Cam - Do I smell something burning?)
Heather - \rubbing her shoulder where Ezekiel touched her\ "I don't get that guy. How could someone be so... so... honest?"
Eva - \She roars in fury.\ "He didn't kill her! Again! What the hell is wrong with him, huh? They looked closer to kissing than kicking! Errrrrg... think about the ratings, Zeke man!"
Bridgette saw Beth at the edge of the forest. Her phobia was starting to act up, but she ignored it. She saw the pink-and-green clad girl against a tree, crying into her hands.
"Beth?" the surfer girl called out to her. "Beth, I want to talk to you!"
The farm girl looked up, her eyes red and wet. "B... Bridgette?" she whimpered. "I... I..."
She stopped, and slumped her face in her knees. The blond surfer sat down next to her, looking at the devastated girl. "Beth hon," she started, "can you talk to me?"
The farm girl managed to nod, her face still buried in her knees. "Did...," Bridgette started, hesitating to ask in the most gentle way possible, "... did you use gummi slugs for your choice?"
Beth nodded, a miserable sob leaking from her mouth. "I... cannot believe it happened..."
"But did you put gummi slugs in all of the soup bowls?"
The brunette looked shocked by this. "What... what? No, no, I didn't do that! Why would I do that? The rulesth were for one bowl."
Bridgette stared at her, then replied, "Because whoever wanted to hurt Harold put puréed gummi slugs in all the soup bowls."
Beth gaped. "But... but... why would sthomeone do that to him?"
"I don't know," the blond girl admitted. "I... really wish I knew..."
Katie was biting her fingernails, a habit she had managed to stop a few years ago; however, the stress of what had happened brought it up again.
"I wish Sadie was here," she whimpered.
Duncan happened to pass by her at that moment, stopped and turned around. "Why don't you just cuddle up to your boyfriend? He not as cuddly as her?"
Katie let out a strained cry. "Why are you so mean?" she shouted at him, poking him right in the skull... logo on his shirt. "It wouldn't surprise me in the least if you did this for Harold!"
Duncan cocked the right side of his unibrow. "Oh really? You think I'd do something that bad?"
"I'm sure you would," the thin BFFF shouted, stomping her foot. "You'd do it for Courtney, you like her enough. And you're the one who makes her so mean."
"I make her mean?" the punk scoffed, smirking at Katie's outrage. "For your information, Courtney always has had a bad side to her. All prim and proper girls do, they have this little demon in them that is about actually having fun and being bad."
"That's not true, you... you... scoundrel!"
Duncan burst out laughing. " 'Scoundrel'? Honestly, you're dating Noah, don't you have a bigger vocabulary than that?"
He began to walk off, leaving Katie livid. "Did you do it?" she shouted at him, but he didn't answer.
Tyler saw Courtney waiting on the Killer Bass patio. She was waiting for Duncan, who had promised to see her there later, and he certainly was taking his time.
The red-clothed athlete glared at her as he made his way into the cabin. "I saw that," she snapped at him, causing him to halt. "What's with that attitude?"
"You should know why," Tyler snarled, slamming the door shut as she stepped back out. "Harold's in the emergency tent from an allergy attack, and you've been at his throat ever since Day 01!"
"That's not proof," the CIT replied, angry and red-faced. "That's all hearsay."
"And I'm here saying it," Tyler said, regretting that pun seconds after he said it. "You know, we only have a few suspects, and you hated Harold the most."
Courtney crossed her arms, 'hmph'ing' at him. "Look, Tyler, I had nothing to do with it. I'm tired, it's been a hard day, and I want to relax. You should be glad, you got immunity this time around."
The CIT saw Duncan approaching, and waved at him. She turned to Tyler and added, "I feel bad for Harold, but it's all over for him. He'll be voted off tonight, and it'll be done. It's not the first time someone suffered serious injuries or left with a broken heart."
"What about being crippled?" Tyler asked, staring furiously at her.
She merely glared at him, then waved at Duncan. The punk walked up on the patio, then shot a glance at Tyler before her and Courtney walked into the boys' side.
Courtney looked out the window and waited for Tyler to leave. When he finally did, she sighed and turned to her (though she'd deny it) boyfriend. "Duncan," she said, "I have something to tell you."
"Really, Princess?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow. "So do I."
"Mine's pretty big."
"Mine's bigger, Princess."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Mine's still bigger."
Chris drummed his fingers on Harold's leg. Since he had been doing this for several minutes without the nerd saying anything, the handsome host grew worried.
"This is worse than I thought," he said to Harold and Leshawna, before standing up and walking out of the medical tent. "Though I love the drama, this might be a little too much.
"Who was it that put gummi slugs in all the soup bowls to cause Harold's allergic reaction? Is someone lying?
And who is going to be voted off: Bridgette, Cody, Katie, Ezekiel, Gwen, Izzy, Beth, or Harold?
"And what is going to happen in-between the campers before this day is done?"
Chris shook his head, then started to walk away. "I hate this. I might not even sum up the scene well enough before the commercial break."
The answers are coming up in PART 3! As is... the confrontation you've all been waiting about!
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Mumarney is made up, there is no such medicine; I just don't know where to look up stuff like that, and I don't trust wikipedia. And yes, the confrontation is coming! Dun-dun-dunnnn!
Votable - Beth, Bridgette, Cody, Ezekiel, Gwen, Izzy, Harold, Katie.