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To Everybody - I'm glad that most of you approved of Ezekiel and Heather finally being paired up. Believe me, I put a lot of effort into that chapter, and I wanted it to be perfect. Now that the true drama has been done (but not completely over, mark my words), it's back to some really cheap laughs!
And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
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(narrated by Chris Maclean)
Welcome to Total Drama Comeback...
Last time was our most dramatic time, as the eight remaining campers were sent off across the island on a wild scavenger hunt! Searching for vague items, most of them managed to pass all the categories with little problem. Some, like Harold and Izzy, put everyone's lives at risk with their entries.
But the most thrilling part was when Ezekiel and Heather didn't show up that night, nor the following morning. They had fallen down a hole that Chef Hatchet had dug, and were left to tolerate each other; this wasn't fun for either of them first off.
As the campers and yours truly put one hundred effort into finding them, Heather finally cast away the popular shrew personality for Zeke. When rescued, the two had little time to bond, as Heather was sent off by the other, very bitter campers. But not before getting smooched by the prairie boy she was holed up with.
With Heather gone, is this show doomed to fail, flop, and jump over a shark? Or will the seven remaining campers (Izzy, Zeke, Bridgette, Gwen, Cody, Harold, and Beth) still have rough competition amongst themselves despite the fact that they all like each other?
And are they going to escape this challenge with all limbs intact? You saw it once, you saw it twice, but you see, saw, and swoon over this next episode of Total... Drama... Comeback!!
(cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)
Chapter 43 (Day 16, Part 1) - I Wanna Be Famous... But Alive at the Same Time!
(Ezekiel)
Ezekiel woke up, his head throbbing. His wound from the fall in the hole still hadn't fully recovered, and it was hurting so much now he wondered if he landed on it.
The prairie boy looked around. He was in a small metal room, a door on the far wall leading out. There was a speaker in the far right corner as well, and a small TV over it.
Disturbed by this, Ezekiel got up to leave. His ankle snagged on something, and he fell right down. Wincing in pain, he turned to see that there were handcuffs around his ankle, the other part cuffed to a heavy chain linked to the metal wall.
"Oh hell, not a'geen," he said, sitting down in a slump. "Chris Maclean, your handcuff fetish is really getting old, eh."
He looked around the room, and sighed. "Well, what do I do now?" The speaker spat out a mouthful of static, startling the young man. He looked up at it as a haunting voice began to talk, sending shivers up the young man's spine.
"Hello, camper," said the mysterious voice from the unseen speaker, "I want to play a game..."
"Um, okay," Ezekiel said, leaning against the wall.
"You have something that I want, and you know what it is," the voice continued. "I suggest you cooperative with me on this, or things will go very badly for you."
"If you insist, eh," he grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away from the speaker. "This is a really weird challenge, I have to say."
The being with the chilling voice chuckled. "Defiant, despite being in such a bad predicament. What's your name, boy?"
The prairie boy rolled his eyes. "Ezekiel."
"Alright Ezekiel, tell me what I want to know, and all will go well. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your friends, now would you?"
Ezekiel quirked an eyebrow, something he had borrowed from Gwen. "So, my cooperation in this challenge might affect who gets voted off tonight, eh," he thought. "I have to say, I'm really not that fond of how Chris set this up..."
(Confession Cam - Not as chilling.)
Ezekiel - \His bandage around his head has been reapplied, extended down further on the left side.\ "Yeah, this really lousy night began on a sour note: dinner. Under forces beyond our control, it was still served, eh.
Gwen - \She too has a bandage around her head.\ "One of the worst dinners I ever had, but it was still the first time it made me pass out."
(Earlier that day...)
Chris Maclean clapped his hands. "C'mon, people! We need to prepare for the challenge tonight!"
"We're eating the food already," Gwen shot at him. "Do you have to torture us by making us eat it faster?"
"Gwen, shhhh," Bridgette shushed her friend. "Chef might hear you."
"Chef's not here," Ezekiel said, tapping his fork on his plate. He had been a bit distant ever since Heather had been voted off.
Cody forced down another mouthful. "Speaking of torture, as Gwen said, what's the challenge tonight?"
"Quit using the word 'torture,' people. You wouldn't know what real torture is," Chris said, grinning sadistically.
The seven campers all scoffed. Harold drummed his fingers on the table. "He is right, though," he said. "Haven't you ever seen some of those torture thriller movies, like Cut?"
"I saw that," Izzy chimed in, nodding a great deal. "I saw all four of them. Amateurs don't know anything about real pain, though."
"Stupid movies," Cody spat out, a very rare sign of anger in him.
"What, you don't like horror movies?" Gwen asked him, raising a slender eyebrow.
"I love horror movies. I hate torture movies," Cody replied. "I'm not paying movie to see someone being put through realistic agony."
"That's what soap operas are for," Beth said. She and Cody laughed then high-fived.
"Thriller films are awesome," Gwen said. Harold and Izzy nodded in agreement, while Bridgette shook her head.
"I have to disagree with you on that, Gwen," Bridgette said. "I hate movies like that, I don't like seeing people being tortured."
"Zeke?" Gwen asked, turning to the last camper.
He shrugged, his head resting on his hand in a slump. "I prefer zombie movies, eh."
"Whatever," the goth girl said. "But I still think that what we go through is painful enough to be called torture."
As the others agreed, Gwen turned back to Chris Maclean to ask again what the challenge was, but he wasn't there. "Hey, where'd Chris go?" she asked.
"Must have...," Harold started to say, then yawned, "slipped out while we were arguing."
Izzy nodded, lulling in her chair. "That crazy man, always disappearing like that. Makes me... dizzy. A dizzy Izzy!"
She giggled, then fell out of her seat. A few seconds after hitting the floor, the others heard her start to snore.
Beth giggled, then yawned. She curled up in her seat, resting her head in her arms. "I'm gonna... join her in dream land. Night, guys."
"Chris said we had a challenge," Gwen shouted. "You guys can't..."
She felt very dizzy and drowsy all of a sudden, and she gripped her head. Looking over at her friends, she saw that Harold had face-planted himself in his dinner. Ezekiel fell out of his chair too, and she winced when she heard him it the ground.
"Bridgette...," Gwen strained to say, fighting the heavy shade of sleep pounding down on her. "C-Cody..."
Cody was heading for the door, then he tripped over his feet and hit the floor. Bridgette grabbed Gwen and started to shake her.
"We've been drugged," the surfer girl muttered. "G-Gwen?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"If... if anything should happen..."
"Nothing will, this is just...," Gwen yawned again, "this is just Chris's next challenge."
"But we were talking about torture, and he said that we didn't know anything about torture," the surfer girl shouted, looking frantic despite her sleepy eyes. "I hate pain, I cannot believe he'd do that to us!"
"Bridgette...," Gwen said, but the sleepiness of the drug was finally too much. She fell out of her chair, her blond friend landing on top of her. "Bridge... don't... pick up... any... saws..."
The seven campers were all fast asleep when Chris reentered, Chef Hatchet right behind him. "Good good," the host said, rubbing his hands together sinisterly. "Now it's time to take them to their cells. Shall we, Chef?"
"I'm just glad Tubbo Owen isn't still in the contest," the large cook grumbled. "We got a bunch of girls, Zeke, and a couple scrawny nerds. Much easier to carry."
(Confession Cam - Not as scrawny.)
Harold - \with a bandage around and up his right arm\ "I actually didn't mind that. I prefer to be unconscious after dinner here, it makes me not have any aftertaste of the food.
Izzy - \steaming mad and dirty\ "No one drugs Izzy against her will! Chris Maclean, I'll make you pay for that!"
(Izzy)
"Where are you, you coward?!" Izzy roared, tugging on the chain in the wall. She was in the same predicament as Ezekiel, in the exact same type of room.
The speaker turned on, as did the TV. They both were full of static at first, then cleared up. The TV revealed a poor-quality picture of a man wearing a mask. The mask was pale white, with frizzy black hair on top, blood red pain around the eyes and lips, and on both cheeks of the mask, a small 'o' was painted in-between two short, vertical lines.
"Hello, Izzy," the being on the TV said, the sound coming from the speaker rather than the TV. "I want to play a game-"
"The only game you're going to be playing," Izzy roared, on her feet at once, "is the game of running for your life when Izzy gets out of here and comes after you!"
"Tough talk Izzy, but I have you prisoner now, and if you want to survive this-"
"You're the jellybean smuggler, aren't you?" the redhead continued. "I knew it all along! I didn't think it was you since I searched your trailer twice, but it's obvious now-"
"Dude, Izzy. Be quiet, I'm trying to read you the rules to the challenge."
Izzy sat down and grumbled. "Evil jellybean smuggler," she muttered.
"You've been bothering everyone about that jellybean smuggling thing," the masked man said, then it, quite pathetically laughed and repeated his little rhyme. "Jellybean smuggling thing. Cool. Anyway, you have to choose between life or death now, Izzy."
A small chute opened in the wall, and a few pellets rolled out. They bounced and rolled towards Izzy, and her eyes bugged when she saw what they were.
"Jellybeans," she declared, furious and horrified and excited all at once.
"That's right. You see seven jellybeans in front of you right now. All the other campers are experiencing something of the same..."
(Beth)
"... and you will notice that they are seven different colors too."
Beth nodded, sorting through the jellybeans. "Green, red, brown, blue, black, yellow, purple, and gray. Is there a point to the colors?"
"Yes, because each jellybean signifies a camper here at Wawanakwa Island," the masked man on the screen continued. "And in this terrifying challenge..."
He stopped when Beth started giggling and snorting. " 'Terrifying'?" she repeated, a goofy grin on her face. "You having us eat candy! That's about as scary as... it's not scary, it just isn't!"
"Hey, be nice, I put a lot of thought into this challenge," the masked man whined. "Look, the point of this challenge is that you have to eat at least one of the jellybeans. For each one you eat, the easier the next challenge will be..."
(Gwen)
"... but if you eat the one that signifies you, then you are eliminated from the challenge. Got it?" Gwen sat with her legs crossed, glaring daggers at the screen. "Chris Maclean-"
"My name," the masked man on the screen said, "is Puzzle."
"Puzzle Maclean, you had a chance to make this challenge something really good, something really frightening that would be worthy of those thriller movies made...
"And you peed it right down your leg, you wimp."
"Ewwww, that's gross. You're weird, Gwen."
"Says the man who calls himself Puzzle," the goth girl said, then rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She looked down at the jellybeans, and picked up the yellow one. "This one's obviously not me."
"Are you sure about that?" Puzzle asked before she popped it into her mouth.
"Yes, I am."
"Because the jellybeans don't always relate to the campers, like what they wear or what their eye and hair color are. You might be chomping down the one that signifies you-"
Gwen popped it into her mouth, chewed a couple times, then swallowed. "Was the yellow one me?"
"... No."
"Good," Gwen said, then picked up the red, brown, and purple ones. Before Puzzle could protest, she ate all of them.
"Will you stop? You're not making this any fun!"
"Boo-dee-hoo hoo."
(Chris Maclean)
"I'll speak to you later, Gwen... if I decide to let you live that long!"
Chris turned off the screen to Gwen's TV, then sighed heavily. "Why is she always in a bad mood?"
"Well, you did drug her, put her in a cage, then tell her to eat jellybeans," Chef pointed out, shrugging. "But I have to agree with her, this part of the contest is lame."
"Oh it is not, big guy."
"Yes, it is, and take off that mask. The voice changer in it is starting to give me the heebie-jeebies."
"Dude, no one says heebie-jeebies anymore," the handsome host said as he took off the mask. "But about this contest-"
"The choices are too easy, for most of them," Chef said. "Izzy's the red jellybean because she's a redhead, Ezekiel's brown because he's a brunette, and Bridgette's yellow because she's a blond."
"It's not that obvious-"
"Gwen's green because she wears green, and Harold's purple because he wears purple," Chef Hatchet shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. "Good gravy, Chris, did you lose all sense of creativity?"
"What about Cody and Beth? Those are actually clever."
"Dude, I don't even get why you picked those two their colors."
"Cody is black for that weird gap in his teeth, and Beth is gray because of her braces."
"She don't wear braces anymore."
"Well, she did when I mapped out this challenge."
"You're pretty lame there, pretty boy."
"Yeah, well, I'm the one who's going to give these campers the heebie-jeebies by the time Puzzle has had his way with them," Chris said as he put the mask back on. Chef winced and stepped away from them.
"Now, let's see how the others are do-"
(Harold)
Harold wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he finished chewing up the jellybeans. Only the purple one remained.
The TV in his room turned on, and Puzzle was back. "Dude, what gives?!" Puzzle shouted, waving his hands in the air. "I told you that you could be eliminated if you ate the one that matches you, and you ate all but one!"
"Well, I'm obviously purple," Harold said, shrugging. "No one else here has any relation to purple."
"No, you fool! You cannot just kill the suspense, you have to act nervous, at the least! Quit being a stupid moron idiot!"
"Gosh, you're not a very nice torturer," Harold grumbled.
(Bridgette)
The surfer girl stared at the jellybeans, and tried to analyze the situation.
"Okay, I have yellow hair," she said, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "I am an environmentalist, so I could be green. But then I might be brown because I love Mother Earth... who knows how Chris's mind works?"
She nervously ate the black and red ones, the only ones she felt comfortable eating. She looked at the others, then sighed. "I don't dare," she said to herself.
(Confession Cam - Not as daring.)
Bridgette - "I wish I could be more daring like Gwen or even Izzy. I try to be, but every time I come out swinging, my friends and those around me get hit. I once was trying to shake the ink to the bottom of the pen, and I swung back and hit my mother in the eye with my fist."
(Cody)
"Okay, let's see what the odds are," Cody said to himself, pulling out a calculator from his pocket. As he punched in some numbers, the TV and speaker came to life again with the presence of Puzzle.
"Put away the calculator if you know what's good for you, Cody."
"Why, is it against the rules?"
"No, it makes you look like a nerd. And nerds don't survive thriller movies."
"They do too," Cody replied, putting his hands on his hips. "Nerds are the only people who can truly deduce how to escape death traps like these."
"Um, bra, you're eating jellybeans."
Cody wanted to answer, but there was laughter from behind Puzzle, as well as a faint voice shouting, "You admit it's lame to your victim! Har har har!"
"Chef dude, be quiet," Puzzle hissed. He frantically tried to turn off the feed, but accidentally hit his face against the panel and knocked off his mask. Chris Maclean sat there, shocked at first, then adapted a serious look.
"You totally did not just see that, dude," he said, slowly waving his hand across the screen.
"I totally did not just see that," Cody replied, smiling and nodding.
"This isn't the torturer that is totally torturing you."
"This isn't the torturer I'm looking for."
"Move along." Chris turned off the TV feed this time. Cody laughed as he picked up a few of the jellybeans and muttered, "What a geek."
(Izzy)
Izzy had stuffed her mouth full of the jellybeans. She waited until Puzzle, or as she called him now The Jellybean Smuggling Rat-Faced Puzzle, would contact her again.
"Hello again, Izzy. I see you have eaten... ALL OF THEM?!"
"Huffhuff, diffdent efpeft da?" Izzy said with a full mouth. "Ahy aff a sefref phan, foo fitch."
"What a shame. The red one was you, but since you ate it-"
Izzy raised an eyebrow, closed one nostril, and blew her nose as hard as she could. The red jellybean shot out, and she caught it. Presenting the booger-coated candy to the TV screen, she quickly chewed and swallowed the rest.
"... Ewww, Izzy."
"Owen taught me how to do that," the redhead with the red bean said proudly. "Though I didn't know how useful it would be until now."
"Fine, whatever. The next part is sure to gross you out, because it weighed heavily on how many of the jellybeans you didn't eat."
"One."
"... Yeah, I was hoping for more, but you just had to go and legally cheat. Your next challenge is eat something else, but it depends on how many jellybeans you didn't eat!"
Another slot in the wall opened up, and a fishbowl rolled out on a tray. Inside the fishbowl was a small school of goldfish, swimming around like the ignorant little fishies they were.
"Your task, should you choose to accept it, is to swallow," the eyes behind the mask rolled, "one goldfish. Failure might mean death."
"Daaaaaah, okay," Izzy shouted. She reached in and grabbed a fish, popped it in her mouth, then swallowed.
"Izzy, can't you show the teensy-est bit of disgust?"
"No, you jellybean smuggling, rat-faced, masked man!"
"Now there's no need for name calling and... Izzy! Stop eating the other goldfish, you don't have to eat those!"
"But once I get the taste for something, I cannot stop!"
"Izzy, c'mon, knock it off! Oh dear... such unneeded goldfish eating. PETA is gonna be all over us over this..."
(Harold)
"You seem more irked than usual," Harold said to Puzzle. "Something wrong?"
"Your friend Izzy is on a goldfish binge."
"Ewww. Those things taste terrible."
"... Look, I don't even want to know how you know that, Harold. All I care about is your challenge! And that is... boogers!"
Harold blinked.
"What do you mean, specifically?"
"You refused to eat, let's see, one jellybean. That means you have to pick your nose and eat whatever comes out."
Harold blinked again; he already had his finger in his nose. The lanky nerd plucked it out, and shrugged. "Whatever. Guess I won't save that one for dessert then."
He ate it. Puzzle gagged and had to run off-screen. The sound of puking could be heard, as well as another voice shouting, "I never want to hear him complain about my cooking again!"
(Confession Cam - Not as boogery.)
Harold - \He is smirking proudly.\ "I managed to make Chris puke with one joke. Who da man, huh?"
Chef Hatchet - "Um, Chris is puking pretty hard. Better cut to commercial."
Joel the inventor breathed in deeply, and let it out as a furious groan. "How many more of these do I have to do?" he asked to nobody in particular.
The salesman with the cheesy grin was back, a bandage around his head. "Howdy, children who watch TDI!"
"The age range for the show is a little older than that," Joel called out to the salesman, but he was ignored.
"Have you ever wanted jellybeans that have twice the energy boost that normal coffee has?"
The young inventor slumped against the table. "Oh, now you're trying to caffeine the children up again. Who merchandises this crap?"
"Then send twenty-five dollars to the current address, and-"
The lights were killed in the studio, leaving only the large, blinking eyes of the salesman there. "What happened? Bob? Where are the lights?"
"Hello, salesman with the cheesy grin," said a very creepy voice behind him. "I want to play a game..."
The sound of mechanical buzzing started up, and the salesman ran away screaming at the top of his lungs.
The lights came back on, revealing Joel sitting at the table with his feet up on it. He is wearing the Puzzle mask, and is holding an electric toothbrush. He lifts the mask up and grins.
"Well, who else do you think made the mask with the voice modifier for Chris?" he asked the camera. He flicks away a couple jellybeans on the table, then brushes his teeth. "Anyway, are we done now?"
(Bridgette)
The surfer girl wiped her forehead, sighing miserably. "I suck so bad," she muttered to herself.
The screen and speaker buzzed on again, and a hacking, sputtering Puzzle was back. "Your friends are freaks, you know that, Bridgette?"
"What do you want, Puzzle?"
"I want you to eat as many of a certain thing as you didn't eat jellybeans. I see you have five, which means this'll actually be fun!"
Bridgette sighed, and shook her head. "Fine, fine. What is it that I have to force down now?"
"This!!"
A slot opened up, and a tray rolled out. On it was something that made Bridgette's heart skip a beat in terror.
"H... h...," she stammered, beginning to shake. "HOT DOGS?!"
"Yep, surfer chick! You didn't eat five jellybeans, so you have to eat five hot dogs," he cackled. "Eat or die, surfer chick, your choice.
"Oh, and by the way, they're made from the freshest dolphins."
Bridgette let out a pained scream that shook the room she was in. It startled Chris Maclean/Puzzle so bad that he fell back in his chair. Chef shook his head and tsk'tsked him.
"You really shouldn't lie to her like that," Chef Hatchet said. "They're normal hot dogs, Chris."
"Oh shut up, I needed to get some thrills after Harold and Izzy."
Chef Hatchet sighed, then shrugged. "Oh well, make the kids suffer. It's all for the best."
(Cody)
The geek looked at the three soda cans in front of him. "So, how is this torturous?"
"Well, you have to drink three sodas, you'll have to pee like crazy."
Cody burst out laughing. "You just aren't any good at torture, are you, Chris?"
"It's Puzzle! And quit insulting my torture skills! I do my best, damn it!"
The tech-geek shrugged, then popped open a soda. He started chugging the first one down, hiccuping from the rush. "So, how are the others doing?"
"You mean your doomed friends? They are suffering, and are dying because it's so torturous! I'm, like, torturing them so much, it's not even funny!"
Finishing the first soda, Cody started on the second one. "Well, there's not much you can say to that."
"That's right! I'm mean, and cruel, and unforgiving! I torment and kill and hurt and I'm just plain not nice."
(Confession Cam - Not as mean.)
Cody - "Yeah, I knew then that his little challenge is failing miserably. I haven't seen that much denial since... um, never mind." \He looks around, tapping his fingers together, and chuckles nervously.\
(Beth)
"You acted so cool when during the phobia challenge last season," Puzzle said to the worried farm girl. "Now it's time for you to pay for your vanity."
A small tray rolled out of a slot, and on it was a plate full of worms. "Slurp down four of them, Beth," Puzzle said with a sadistic tone in his sadistic voice.
"Are... are you kidding me?" Beth whimpered. "That's so mean!"
"I know it is. I thought of it. The meanness is mine, and meanness is me! Now slurp down four worms."
Beth winced as she looked at the wriggling worms. "I have a sensitive gag reflex..."
"Well, you either complete this part of the challenge or you lose it all.
"Though I bet that Justin won't want to be kissing you if he sees you slurping down worms. Or Cody... or whoever it is that you're interested in, I don't keep track of the couples until they're making out."
"Ewwwwww," was Beth's reply.
Puzzle was silent at first, then went on the defensive. "No no no, I didn't mean that in a perverted sense! I meant it only in the sense that I can only keep track of who's seeing who by them smooching!"
(Gwen)
"Gwen, you failed to win Total Drama Island. Your failure will cost you, as the bitter memories of how you lost will be brought to your face."
The goth girl watched as a tray of brownies was rolled into the room. She snarled at them as if they were her mortal enemy. "Stupid snacks."
"Yes, they cost you one hundred thousand dollars. Now you have to eat three of them. And these aren't normal brownies."
"Yyou put laxative in them, I'll be."
"... No, but I think that would have been better. These are mud brownies, made with real mud! With gravel as chocolate chips."
Gwen gagged a little. "Ugh, I hate you so much, you sadistic man."
"Now THAT'S what I want to hear! Thanks, that means so much to me! Now chow down on three of those, and we'll see if your boyfriend Cody wants to lock lips with you again!"
The goth girl froze in mid-chew. She glared at Puzzle and muttered, "I'm not dating Cody."
"Oh, sorry. Tyler then."
"No.
"Noah?"
"No!
"Oh, it's Geoff, isn't it?"
"Shut up, you're not even trying now," she replied as she continued to munch and groan in disgust over her mud and gravel brownie.
"Well geez, I don't keep track of who you teenagers are dating! Who's seeing who, way too hard to keep up with! Not interested either, no siree. Don't know, don't care."
(Confession Cam - Not as interesting.)
Gwen - "You'd think a man wearing a mask wouldn't have to try to mask what he says so much. The idiot doth protest too much, methinks.."
(Ezekiel)
"How many times do I have to tell you, eh?" Ezekiel shouted, swatting at the jellybeans in front of him. "I doo'nt understand what you're talking a'boot!"
"Your defiance is admirable, but I am afraid you are making things worse for your friends by being this stubborn. The blond one on this island, the pretty one?"
"Just call her by her name, you hoser," Ezekiel replied, crossing his arms and leaning backwards. "You knoo' who Bridgette is, and this stupid routine is getting lame."
"Your arrogance is rather impressive, I must say. But this Bridgette you mentioned, she will suffer even more at my hand if you continue this. Her beautiful face is twisted in terrible agony now, and it could get even get worse."
"That's not funny, dude," Ezekiel replied. His left eye was starting to twitch. "Not funny at all. If you're hurting her, I'll-"
"Stop playing innocent. I know that you know more about these jellybeans than you're letting on, and you refusing to play my game will cost you!!"
A electric surge shot through the metal chain in the wall, and shocked Ezekiel. The prairie boy winced in pain, and gripped his head. His hair stood on end, pushing his toque off; he quickly put it back on, and the bobble on it stood upright.
"Zeke, you're going to receive more if you don't swallow some of those jellybeans."
"But you told me that there was a chance I could be ki-"
He was shocked again, his toque standing up right as he twitched. When the surge was over, the prairie boy sat there with smoke coming off his clothes and singed hair.
"This could go a lot easier if you give up now. Do you?"
Ezekiel coughed, smoke coming from his mouth. He glared up at the speaker. "Dickweed."
"You've been giving me a very difficult time ever since you showed up on this island. I've sent you warnings, I've tried to scare you off, but you just wouldn't take the hint."
"Gee, that's nice, eh. But I'll," he started to say, but was shocked a third time. Electricity crackled in his toque, causing the bobble to flop around like a bouncy ball. "... I won't be talking, eh!"
"Face it, Ezekiel. You are now under my power. And I won't stop until I get everything I need to know."
Ezekiel rolled his eyes and leaned back. "This is the lamest challenge you've ever put me through, eh."
"You sure do have a sharp tongue, Ezekiel."
"Comes from seeing Heather, eh."
"I'm afraid Heather might not recognize you if you keep up this kind of defiance. There are a lot more shocks in store for you since you didn't come clean about my jellybeans. And if these electric surges aren't enough for you..."
Ezekiel received another painful electric shock. He panted, smoke coming from his mouth in little clouds.
"... you must know that the third part of our little game is a lot worse. Gonna cry now, baby, huh? Gonna cry?"
The prairie boy rubbed his leg, which was a little numb from the electric shocks. He then noticed that there were two pieces of red tape on his leg, one further up his thigh than the other. "What are these for, eh?"
"You will see, Ezekiel. This game just got more serious, incredibly serious. So serious it's not even funny."
(Confession Cam - Not as serious.)
Ezekiel - "What a hose head that guy was, eh."
Gwen - \shaking her head\ "I cannot believe he actually thought this resembled the movies at all. Did he even watch them? Or did he just read the plots on the internet? That'd be really cheap."
Bridgette - \distraught\ "It was like every part of me was against eating those hot dogs. My morals, my ethics, my stomach, my gut instinct... and I'm so ashamed of what I did next."
Izzy - "Izzy will never fold to the Terrible Evil Namby Pamby Damby Jellybean Smuggling Has-Been!"
Beth - "I know it's kind of pathetic, but eating worms is a lot worse than being covered by them."
Harold - "You know, I'm thinking back to what I did there... and now that I ponder over it, it was really gross!"
Cody - \He lets out a very long belch.\ "And that there was the easiest part of the challenge! But what was in store for me next was so much more terrifying... I never saw it coming. I saw a lot of things before, a seesaw sawed in two, a gaping bear maw and paws, and a raw macaw I saw too..."
\He starts jumping up and down, air-guitaring and singing.\
"But you cannot stop Codemiester
the master of disaster
I'll ace the challenge and more
and I never saw those movies before
not one, not two, or three, or four!
Woooooo-hoo-hooooooo!
You cannot stop me!
I'll be going to the Final Three!
And when I win that challenge I'll-"
Chef Hatchet - \banging on the side of the confessional outhouse\ "Hey! Scrawny geek! Wail somewhere else and let someone else have a crack at that bowl!"
Cody - \swallows nervously\ "Sorry, Chef! Almost done!" \He listens against the wall, making sure Chef Hatchet is gone.\
"... And when I win that challenge, I'll...
Be da bear-wrestling
robot-building
lady-loving
Code-ster Mie-ster
one of two victors
on TDC!!!"
Part 2 will be coming shortly, after we recover from Cody's ad-libbed song.
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So, who is going to be voted off next: Izzy the Red, Bridgette the Yellow, Gwen the Green, Harold the Purple, Ezekiel the Brown, Cody the Black, or Beth the Gray?
And let me answer a few questions before you all ask:
No, I've never seen the Saw movies. I don't like torture films.
No, Cody wasn't parodying anything; I made that up. Add your own beat, and make it as dorky as you want it to be.
Yes, the jellybean smuggler will finally be revealed in the next chapter. Time to take the mask off and see who it is. (Do you folks at home know? Well, you cannot know, buahaha. Oh, and to prevent wild guessing, no, it's not Joel.)