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To Everybody - Seems everyone liked Izzy being a little perverted. Cool.
Warning! Warning! - This chapter contains a lot more sexual humor than normal, more than the previous one! If you don't like that, you have been warned.
And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
Chapter 50 (Day 19, Part 2) - Please Shoo, C'thulhu
Ezekiel snorted as he woke up. It had been hard to fall asleep when the cabin kept going up and down, no matter how lightly.
"Wonder why rocking the cradle helps babies, eh," he thought.
He moved slightly, and felt something was coiled around his stomach. Then he realized something was pressed against his back. It was warm, it was breathing, and those things coiled around his stomach were its arms.
"... Did I do something last night I doo'nt recall last night," he managed to think despite his spinning head, "... like get married?"
The being that was snuggling him from behind let out a happy sigh in its sleep, and growled just as soothingly. This someone was obviously female, he could guess that much despite having just woke up.
"... Gulp," he swallowed, his eyes wide now.
"Mmmmm...," the mysterious spooner hummed, then propped herself up with her elbow. "Morning, handsome."
She kissed his cheek. Looking back at this incident, Ezekiel would be ashamed of himself that he first recognized who the woman was by the feel of her lips rather than her voice.
"Izzy?" he whimpered.
"I-z-z-y, I-double z-y," she sang lightly, "I'm Izzy... don't ask why, dun-duhn!"
"... Can I ask why you're snuggling me, eh?"
"Because you were scared, silly."
Ezekiel sat up, very slowly because he was still dizzy and not feeling very well; the rocking cabin had upset his stomach in his sleep.
"Um... I was perfectly okay when I went to bed last night, eh," he pointed out.
"You weren't when you were asleep, though," she said, her arms still wrapped around his stomach, her cheek propped on his shoulder. "You talk in your sleep, Zeke."
"I... I do, eh?"
"I would know, I snuck into your cabin many times when I was looking for the jellybean smuggler. You mumble and babble a lot."
"Oh great," he moaned, rubbing his forehead. "But that doesn't explaining why you're sleeping with me, eh."
"Don't say it like that," she said, shaking a little with giggles. "I was snuggling or spooning you."
" 'Spooning' me?" he asked, his eyes really wide now.
"That's what I was doing, ayup. It's when someone snuggles their body to fit yours perfectly from behind."
"Oh," Ezekiel said, shaking his head. "I... didn't knoo', and was thinking of something different, eh."
"If it involved real spoons, then you're really silly, my Zeke."
"Izzy, you still haven't said why you were snuggling me... or why you still are."
"I was snuggling you in your sleep because you were terrified, and I'm snuggling you now because it's really cold," she explained, then added, "Duh."
Ezekiel shivered, actually noticing the cold now, and it was really cold. Being out on the ocean was freezing, and the cabins did not provide much shelter from that.
He wrapped his arms around himself, over Izzy's arms. As he tried to adjust, he chattered, "B-b-but... how could you have knoo'n I was scared in my sleep?"
"Zeke, have you not been listening to me? You talk in your sleep. You were whimpering, 'C'thulhu' and 'don't let him devour me, eh', as well as shaking."
Ezekiel hung his head in shame. "Great... I made myself a real wimp in my sleep."
"Izzy doesn't think you are a wimp. Izzy know many wimps, mostly cheerleaders, you aren't one," the redhead said, tightening her arms around him. "You are comfy, and brave in the face of death here."
"Izzy," he started to say, then stopped. "Wait, face of death 'here'?"
"Of course. You do know that there is a chance we are going to die out here?"
"No, we're not, stop exaggerating, eh."
"I don't. Izzy's not afraid to die, she is just afraid others will be."
"Izzy, you have to have faith. Man up, eh."
The prairie boy slapped his hand over his mouth after saying this. Expecting Izzy to explode and hit him, he winced in preparation. Instead, she started laughing.
"You're so funny, getting so tense when you think you've insulted a girl. You'll learn that it's inevitable; you'll offend us one day, whether you mean to or not, so don't walk on eggshells all the time."
Ezekiel sighed, and nodded. "Okay, I'll remember that, eh."
"Izzy wants you to be happy, because this bad situation is worse because of her."
"Doo'nt blame yourself."
"No, I should. I stole the cameras. I overheard Bridgette, she's scared for her life, and that she cannot say good-bye."
Ezekiel looked over at the surfer girl. She was sleeping peacefully in the bottom of the bunk bed, her breathing steady. Cody, on the top bunk, was also as tranquil.
"We have to be brave, Izzy, for their sake as well as 'oors, eh."
"Yes, yes we should."
"Now, as much as I appreciate you being nice, could you let go of me?"
"Awwww, but you're so comfy."
"Izzy, I have a girlfriend, eh."
"You're not being unfaithful just because someone is snuggling you for body warmth. It's frickin' freezing, don't you know?"
Ezekiel sighed, then he relaxed and put his hand over hers. "Okay okay, just promise me one thing, eh."
"Not to mention this to anyone, especially Heather? Got it."
"No, but please do that too. Just please doo'nt act like we're going to die or perish anymoo'r, eh. Keep the faith, at least for Bridgette and Cody's sake."
"Can do, my Zeke, can do."
(Confession Cam - It was frickin' freezing out here all night!)
Ezekiel - "I doo'nt think I'll ever understand Izzy, at least not completely, eh. She has a good heart, but she is just is so wild and unpredictable that I cannot really interpret her at times. But hey, as I said, she has a good heart, eh."
Izzy - \singing\ "Sleeping late but we're not lazy
Getting older but we're still crazy
I'm so glad that I have these friends o' mine!"
After Bridgette and Cody woke up, the four teenagers were outside after a quick breakfast. While the surfer girl, the redhead, and the home schooled teen were on the Killer Bass patio, the tech-geek was on the roof.
"I don't see why you're doing that," Bridgette called up to Cody. "I doubt you could see any land via binoculars."
"These are high-tech binoculars, the kind they use on real ships," Cody answered as he scanned the horizon. "They can see for miles."
"Wow, that's neat," Izzy gushed. "Why do you have them, though? Were you expecting to be floating on the ocean in cabins?"
"No, I didn't think that," Cody said with a laugh. "I just have them because I'm a technology lover."
"And for the girls' shower?"
"I don't do that! And why would I need long distance to peek in the girls' shower? These things don't have x-ray vision."
"Well Cody the Peeping Tom," Bridgette teasingly shouted, "if you do find land, what are we going to do? It's not like we can guide these cabins towards it."
"True, but I think you all will be pleased to know land is right straight ahead of us."
Bridgette and Izzy looked forward, the surfer girl leaning over the balcony. "Are you sure, Cody?" she asked.
"Yep. And we won't have to worry about setting up rescue signs or bonfires."
He slid down the roof, and managed to grab the edge, doing an acrobatic flip down onto the patio. Izzy clapped as Cody continued to say, "It's Wawanakwa, dead ahead."
"Really?" Bridgette exclaimed, her face lighting up.
"Positive. The Dock of Shame and the Boat of Losers, both in shambles, are there."
"We're going to be all right then!"
Bridgette was so excited, she hugged Izzy and Cody. "Zeke, we're going to be all right," she repeated.
"Hurk," was his reply, as he was vomiting over the side.
The blond surfer went over to rub his back, while Izzy shook her head. "Poor guy's not used to traveling by cabin, he's a little seasick."
"I'm a little urpy too," Cody admitted. "I don't take that many cruises."
"We'll have to change that," Izzy said, thumping his back. "With Chris's lack of imagination, he'll offer more romantic cruises as rewards. Then you can get your Code-Miester on with a woman of your choice!"
"I'm getting good at juggling," Chris said, beaming proudly.
"Yes, Chris, magnificent," Joel said, not looking up from his book. "Maybe one day, you'll be able to juggle two of them."
"Don't rob me of my joy!"
Chef Hatchet sighed. "I'm getting really sick of waiting for those maggots. Chris, where is that Climate Organizer R-4000?"
"In the trailer." Chef went in said trailer, and came out with the machine. After looking at the controls, which were clearly labeled, he grabbed the main lever.
"Chef, what are you doing?" Joel started to say, then the large cook cranked the lever almost all the way to the other side.
The young inventor let out a scream of, "GREAT DEADLY MANTIS, NO," and dive-bombed towards the machine. Pushing the lever back to where it was, he glared at the cook.
"What do you think you were doing?"
"Just speeding up the winds, wrench boy."
"For the love of the mole people, do you have any idea how dangerous it can be to pick them up that high?!" Joel was sputtering mad, waving his hands in the air.
"But he only had it at that setting for a few seconds," Chris pointed out.
"That doesn't matter," the young inventor snapped. "It'll still cause a mini-storm for the campers out there."
"Then they receive a great big push," Chef muttered, shrugging. "They can be here by evening."
"Joel relax, nothing bad will come of this," Chris said, waving his hand.
The young inventor put on a hard hat, then struck himself on the head with a wrench. "Why don't you just say, 'What could possibly go wrong,' or 'How could it get any worse'?"
(Confession Cam - Or "this'll only take a second".)
Bridgette - "You'd think I'd be more relaxed at the sea. But no, this was about as relaxing as walking on coals."
Cody - "If I win this contest, I think I'll buy a cabin like these. It'd be neat to live at sea like that. I'd just have to stay within wi-fi range."
The sky was blocked out by thick gray clouds. Thunder roared, lightning flashed, rain poured down. The cabins and the confessional can were rocked by rolling waves, tossed up in the air every now and down.
"Izzy! Cody! Are you two okay over there?" Bridgette shouted to the other cabin.
"We are," Izzy called back. "Boy, what are the odds a freak storm would happen right when Cody and I went over to our cabin to get some things, huh?"
"I blame her," Cody shouted. "She said, 'this'll only take a second'!"
Ezekiel clung to the railing, heaving violently over the side. It was more dry heaving, because he had been throwing up for some time.
"Take care of my Zeke, Bridgette," Izzy shouted. "Let's get indoors until the storm blows over!"
Bridgette nodded, and helped Ezekiel indoors. Though Cody didn't need it, Izzy helped him indoors too, in the girls' side.
Slamming the door shut, Izzy shook herself off. "Well, Cody, we must stick together. This storm cannot last that long."
"Izzy, stop jinxing it, please," he pleaded, clasping his hands together.
The redhead scoffed with her wild grin on her face. "It's time, handsome, for us to become warriors during this time."
"Wh-why?"
"Because we must fight this storm! You can be the technology warrior, you have all your stuff over on this side!"
"Wait, why's it in the girls' side?"
"I smuggled it over," Izzy admitted. "I wanted to browse the internet last night."
"But... it's not water proof, I don't like the idea of taking it outside."
"Then think of a new class! I'm gonna be the Amazon!"
Izzy dove towards her stuff, and started rummaging through it. Cody ducked as a hammer, a kitchen sink, and Groucho the Duck were thrown over her shoulder.
"Izzy dudette," Cody said as he put the duck on the top bunk. "You cannot really fight a storm, you have to wait it out."
"Waiting it out is for wimps," she declared. "There, I am ready!"
Izzy faced Cody, and the tech-geek's eyes went very wide. The redhead had a feathery headdress on that red hair, she was clutching a wooden spear with an iron blade, her legs were covered by tan leather pants with red straps tied around them, and she stomped her thick leather boots.
None of this was the reason for Cody's wide-eyed stare. The more alert of readers might be aware that what Izzy was wearing on top was not described. That is because Izzy wasn't wearing anything but the headdress from the waist up.
"Izzy, your... um... you are...," Cody sputtered, pointing at Izzy's chest.
"What?" she asked innocently, then she looked down at herself. "The Amazons always fought bare-chested! Haven't you ever seen those ancient paintings?"
Cody didn't answer for reasons that should really be obvious.
"Like all warriors, male and female, they went to battle with little armor, just their raging spirits and weapons and loincloths, but I didn't have a loincloth, so...
"Hey! Cody!"
"Whuuuu?"
"Were you picking your nose? It's bleeding! You're also red in the face, are you okay?"
"Heheeeeeee..."
"Cody, you need to focus! We're going to battle! BATTLE!"
At that instant, lightning flashed, and Izzy saw something outside that made her eyes go wide too.
"It's C'thulhu," she shouted, pointing her spear at the window. "C'THULHU!!!"
Cody managed to tear his eyes away towards the window, though his eyes couldn't widen any further. A couple large octopus tentacles were thrashing above the water, then splashing back down.
"Now it's official," Izzy growled as she held up her spear. "We face a mortal enemy. This is like the second-to-last boss in a video game. You know video games, right Cody?"
Cody's eyes and mind were trying to focus on two points. His hormones were trying to win over his common sense, which is very much how all teenage boys live their life.
"C'mon, Code-Miester," she exclaimed, then grabbed him in a bear hug and squeezed him close for enthusiasm. "We're gonna slay C'thulhu! Think of the loot he'll drop!"
(Confession Cam - I thought Amazon was a river?)
Cody - \He wipes away a little bit of blood from his nose with a kleenex.\ "I was thinking back at that moment. Looking back to that part of the challenge, and all the things that have happened to me during Total Drama Island and Comeback... I... I...
"LOVE this contest! I am so glad I signed up for this show! WOOHOO!!"
Ezekiel wiped his mouth, then looked over at Bridgette. "Thank you, eh."
"It's no problem. You feeling any better?"
"A little. But the rocking isn't helping much."
She nodded, and then thunder cracked. The cabin, as if on command, bucked to the side. The surfer girl barely moved, she was used to the ocean's rocking. Ezekiel was not, and he nearly lost his balance.
Bridgette caught him, and she tried to steady him. The cabin bucked again, and they fell down, Ezekiel on top of her. He pushed himself off of her, accidentally banging his head against the bed side.
"Ow! God...," he moaned, rubbing the sore part, "I really want to be back on the prairie, eh."
"You just don't have your ship legs yet," Bridgette said with a smile, helping him up. "C'mon, let me help you."
"Can't I just lie doo'n for the rest of the trip, eh?"
"No, no, no! I never really got to teach you surfing, this is good practice."
She stood behind him, him facing the window, and put her hands on his hips. "Now, try to focus on what direction you will be swaying, and focus on that direction as well as resisting it."
He nodded, taking deep breaths. Managing to resist a couple of the cabin sways, he lost balance and nearly fell over, if not for Bridgette catching him.
"Oh, Zeke," she said, then chuckled. "You're in my arms again. What with me and Heather and Izzy, you sure are a player."
"Doo'nt call me that, eh."
"Something wrong?"
"Cody told me what that meant. I doo'nt like the idea that I'm some kind of woman-user, eh."
"Wow, that's just like my mom. Old-fashioned," she said as she helped steady him on his feet again. "She loathes how people use 'pimp' and 'player' as compliments."
"Well, it's just that it makes me feel bad, like when I think a'boot how I really blew it that first day on TDI, eh," he admitted. "I'd rather think you and Izzy were my friends."
"We are. I was just teasing you, just like Izzy does. So stop acting so glum! I prefer you being upbeat."
"Okay, Bridgette. Soo... ree..."
He stopped. His entire body locked up for a second, then he started to shake. Clinging to Bridgette, he pointed at the window.
"C... C... C...," he stammered.
The large, orange, octopi tentacles lifted up and splashed back down. Ezekiel started to whimper, his grip on Bridgette rather tight.
"Zeke," she strained to say, "it's okay. It's... just... an octo-"
The octopus's tentacle smashed against the window, shattering it to pieces. With suckers flexing menacingly, it slithered towards the two.
Ezekiel let out a shriek of primal fear and ran from the grasping tentacle, carrying Bridgette. She couldn't stop the prairie boy's panicked moves, as he squirmed into the farthest corner from the window.
"C'thulhu," he was screaming, "he's gonna kill us, eh! He's gonna kill us!!"
Bridgette looked at him: pale face, shaking hard, hyperventilating. He was going into shock.
"Zeke! Zeke, stay focused," she shouted, slapping him across the face. "It's not C'thulhu! It's not-"
She stopped when she saw the octopus tentacle wrap around Ezekiel's ankle. "Oh crap," she screamed. The surfer girl began stomping on the tentacle, but her sandaled feet weren't doing much. The octopus began to drag Ezekiel towards the window, the prairie boy paralyzed with fear and whimpering.
"Let him go," Bridgette screamed, smacking the tentacle with a chair, a suitcase, anything hard she could grab.
At the Screaming Gophers cabin, Izzy and Cody could see the head of the octopus, and the tentacle reaching inside. "It's trying to eat them," Izzy shrieked. "C'thulhu is trying to eat them! We gotta do something!"
She looked at her spear and let out a frustrated cry. "Need something bigger!"
Cody was busy with his computer, typing furiously. Panting in desperation, he picked it up, grabbed a couple speakers, and headed for the patio.
"No, Cody," Izzy shouted, "don't try to be a hero! How's a computer going to help? You going to scare him with bad You Tube videos?!"
"Stay here, Izzy," he shouted as he headed out the door.
"Cody, stop! You don't have a good history with taking on giant predators, they tend to maul you!"
The tech-geek was on the patio, staring intensively at the octopus. He pressed a few keys on his computer, jacked the volume to its highest on the computer and speakers, then shouted, "HEY! C'TUTU!"
The octopus turned one large eyeball towards Cody, and then noise blared from his speakers, over the rain storm. It was a horribly high-pitched wail, mixed with friendly music.
C'thulhu's eyes shrank in fear. It let go of Ezekiel and dove deep into the water, rocking both cabins and the confessional can but not capsizing them. A seagull with a soda pop wrapper around its neck sighed in relief, then was snagged by a retreating tentacle.
Cody let out a sigh of relief, and quickly brought his non-waterproof electronics into the Gopher cabin.
In the Bass cabin, Bridgette was holding a petrified Ezekiel. "He's gone now, he's gone," she said soothingly. He was still whimpering, not replying.
"No hope... destroyer of all life...," he rambled, clinging to Bridgette. He began to sob, burying his face in the stomach of her jacket.
(Confession Cam - C'thulhu wears a tutu?)
Ezekiel - "Man, am I glad that Izzy took the cameras from the cabins, eh. I must have looked like the biggest pansy ever." \long sigh\
Bridgette - "Dear God, that thing was huge! And after Zeke! That poor guy... I mean, if you thought the being that would end all life was after you personally, how would you feel?"
Groucho the Duck - \quacking with English subtitles\ "Damn, of all days to forget my napalm bombs."
Izzy was staring at Cody with all admiration when he came back in. "Oh wow, Cody," she cooed, "that was amazing! What was that you played?"
"It was a combination of a sperm whale's call, which I figure would eat giant octopi, and the friendly music of a sushi restaurant."
"You're such a genius!"
She hugged him, quite close to her.
"Um... Izzy?"
"Yes, Code-Miester?"
"Could... you put on a shirt? My hormones are crying for mercy."
(Confession Cam - C'thulhu with attitude.)
Izzy - "Hehe, silly Cody! I was just a girl his age with no top on while we were alone at sea with no cameras around. What could be so..."
\She stops talking. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops.\ "Oh. Oh my."
After the storm had cleared (which was remarkably fast for the four campers), they gathered up at the Killer Bass cabin again. Ezekiel still had not recovered completely, and was sitting on the bed, staring at the ground.
"I'm really worried about him," Bridgette admitted to the other two. "He isn't responding to anything I say."
"We have anything like smelling salts?" Cody suggested.
"You tried flashing him your boobs?" Izzy asked, tapping her chin. "That usually knocks a boy to his senses."
"Izzy, that's not appropriate now," the surfer girl snapped, glaring at Izzy.
"No no, Izzy's right," Cody said, looking to the side and rocking on his feet, starting to blush.
Bridgette looked at him, then noticed Izzy smiling innocently. "Just what went on over there?"
"Oh, Cody was really brave," Izzy shouted in joy. "He-"
Cody slapped his hand over Izzy's mouth. "Izzy scared away C'thulhu."
"What?" Izzy asked, muffled. "No, you di-"
"Shhhhh," Cody insisted, then dropped his voice down very low. "If Ezekiel thinks I saved his life, he might kiss me like he kissed Izzy when she saved his life, and I don't need people needling me about two guys kissing me!"
Bridgette cocked an eyebrow. "Cody, are you still sensitive about that thing with Noah?"
"Well, maybe the reason I don't have a girlfriend is because girls keep thinking of that and saying to each other, 'Oh, I hope he gets a really cute boyfriend some day'!"
Izzy and Bridgette started to laugh despite themselves, and even Cody chuckled. They all stopped when they heard Ezekiel start to laugh too.
"Cody, you're a funny guy, eh," he said. "We're going to have to get you a girlfriend next season."
Bridgette sat down next to the prairie boy and stroked his hand. "Are you okay, Ezekiel?"
"I doo'nt think I will be for some time," he admitted, "but... I'm just really happy to be alive, eh. Really, really happy."
Bridgette nodded. "I cannot imagine what that was like for you."
"Well, if he had eaten Ezekiel, he probably would have gone for you next," Izzy pointed out. "So you were on the same boat, just no phobia."
Three pairs of eyes that screamed, "Not appropriate," stared directly at the crazy girl, but she didn't seem to notice.
(Confession Cam - C'thulhu train goes choo-choo!)
Cody - "You know, someone's gotta say it, so I will.
"This was only supposed to be a three-hour tour!"
When Wawanakwa Island was within sight, the four celebrated by having dinner in the Killer Bass's boys side. Bridgette had her surfboard, Cody had his computer, and Izzy had a bag full of stuff that the other three were just a little too afraid to ask what it contained.
"You all do realize that this'll probably be for nothing," Bridgette said as she ate some watermelon, "since Chris couldn't see what we were doing."
"Then I'm probably going to get the boot," Izzy said nonchalantly. "Oh well, I had a good run. Though no one will believe it when I tell them the story about when I saw C'thulhu."
"We'll let them knoo' you're telling the troo'th, eh," Ezekiel said, enjoying some turkey.
"Maybe he'll just call it a draw and no one gets the boot tonight," Cody mused.
"Naw, we don't have a cocoanut this time," Izzy pointed out. "Too bad, I like cocoanut."
"Me too," Bridgette said. "You know, I'd like to remember this trip more like this, how the four of us got along and stuck together. You three are all winners in my book."
"Feeling's mutual, eh," Ezekiel said, nodding.
"Shame we never got around to that orgy, huh?" Izzy mused. The other three exchanged awkward glances. "Maybe if we were really quick, like if we only did first base among each other!"
"Izzy," Bridgette said, though she was laughing despite herself, "you are something else."
"I wonder why you're earnest to do that," Cody said, chuckling. "You already flashed me and slept with Ezekiel."
Bridgette almost choked on her watermelon, and Ezekiel's water came out through his nose, hard. Cody shrugged and chuckled. "Yeah, sorry Zeke, Izzy, I was actually awake this morning just lying down, I saw it all," he explained.
Izzy shrugged, and said, "It was fun, but not exactly what girls going wild do."
"Do I get an explanation to all this?" Bridgette asked, looking at Ezekiel with a really sly smile. The prairie boy began to stammer, almost as bad as his panic attack with C'thulhu.
Cody chuckled, slapping Izzy on the back. "Let's leave her to guess, shall we?"
"Yeah, it's fitting revenge since she wouldn't let us have an orgy, huh Cody?" Izzy said, draping herself on Cody's shoulder, as the tech-geek grinned and pulled her close playfully.
"Izzy, there's no point in having an orgy," Bridgette said, crossing her arms and smirking triumphantly, "since we're going to be okay."
The cabin stopped moving suddenly, shaking the four teens. Izzy looked around and whimpered, "Oh, Bridgette! You said it, the last of the forbidden phrases!"
There was another violent shake, then it started to rock. Cody looked around, and then noticed something out the window: a very large octopus tentacle.
"Guys, it's-"
He had started to speak, but the cabin shook again as it was lifted up off the water. The door swung open, and the ugly face of the octopus was right outdoors, looking in.
Ezekiel screamed, gripping his toque and scurrying to the back. Izzy snarled and grabbed her spear from her bag of things. Cody reached for his computer, but a tentacle slithering in from the window smacked him to the side, knocking Bridgette against the wall as well.
The octopus let out a gargling growl, a really weird sound that was still quite unnerving, sending shivers down the beings that actually had spines. Another tentacle reached for Ezekiel, who was locked up in phobic-striken terror. The length of slithering orange was about to snag his ankle but Izzy stabbed it into the cabin floor.
"You never faced a redhead with a spear before, huh bitch?" Izzy shouted.
The other tentacle lashed out at her, but dodged it and reached into her bag. Yanking out a katana blade, she severed the second tentacle.
"Yeah, have fun regenerating that, sushi face," she roared. "You got six more, right? Bring it!"
Two tentacles slithered in, one by the window and one through the door. A third broke through the roof, all aimed at Izzy. She flipped out of the way, and they beelined for Ezekiel. One wrapped around Ezekiel's waist, and dragged him towards the door.
Izzy let a roar and started to chop at the tentacle. As the other two appendages swatted at her, Bridgette had recovered from her blow. She gathered her senses, then glared at the octopus. Grabbing the only item of hers, her surfboard, she ran out the door onto the patio.
The giant orange-and-black face of the octopus was huge, and its octopi eyes narrowed on her.
"Let my friends go, you monster of the depths, fiend of the ocean," she shouted.
Letting out another gargling growl, the being known to them as C'thulhu stared down the surfer girl. The water around it churned, and its severed tentacles waved around menacingly.
"YOU," Bridgette bellowed, "SHALL NOT... PASS!!!"
She swung her surfboard and struck the immense creature in the eye. It let out a pained gargle, clutching its swelling eye with a tentacle. Retracting all of its tentacles from inside the cabin (all empty-tentacled), it thrashed in pain.
With a cry that said "That hurt, you big meanie," in Octopian, C'thulhu chucked the cabin into the air behind it.
Bridgette was thrown into the cabin as it soared. There were a few seconds of suspension, then the cabin hit the ground. Knocking the four campers around inside the cabin, it bounced a couple times then it to a halt.
The Killer Bass cabin had landed right where the Screaming Gophers cabin used to be. Groucho the Duck, observing the whole event through Cody's hi-tech binoculars inside the Gopher cabin (still on the water), quaked in approval.
(Confession Cam - C'thulhu got a boo-boo.)
Groucho the Duck - \quacking with English subtitles\ "That was a well-thrown cabin, it has to be a record! Though he was the enemy, you have to admire him."
Inside the flung Bass cabin, Bridgette moaned and shook her head. She didn't realize where she was, but at least she was lying on something soft.
It took a couple seconds, but she suddenly realized that the soft thing under her was Ezekiel. Gasping, she grasped his shoulders and looked into his panic-stricken eyes. "Zeke? Zeke! Are you okay?"
He took a few deep, whimpering breaths, looked into her green eyes, and then seized her in a tight, appreciative hug.
"Oh Bridgette," he said, sobbing from fear and utter relief. "I doo'nt care who overhears this now, but I really, really love you, eh."
Bridgette was astonished at first, then she hugged him back.
"Izzy overheard it!"
The redhead, dangling on the top bunk of one of the beds, was looking down at the two and giggling. "Zeke, you sentimental romantic! Relying on women to save your skin from Great Old Ones, then hugging them."
Cody moaned, peeping out from a mess of food, blankets, and Bridgette's surfboard. "So... are we there yet?"
The four campers walked out of the cabin, all woozy and dizzy still. They saw the Screaming Gopher cabin and the confessional can drift onto the shore, resting comfortably.
"Nice touch," Cody said, clapping. "If only we had that smooth a landing."
"That was a really wild ride you guys had!"
They looked around to see Chris Maclean, Chef Hatchet, and Joel approaching them. While the host was clapping and the cook was laughing, the young inventor looked very concerned.
"Do any of need medical help?" he asked, looking them over.
Bridgette looked at Ezekiel, who shrugged. "I think we're all fine, eh," he said.
"You guys really had us worried," Chris said. "I mean, since there were no cameras in the cabins, we didn't know if you guys were going to do anything interesting! But that cabin being thrown by the large octopus! Wow!"
Bridgette glared at the host, her fingers twitching. The other three noticed this, and guessed that if the surfer girl had her surfboard right then, Chris would have been whacked.
"We're exhausted, because we had to work really hard to keep the viewers interested during your vacation," the host continued. "But we'll manage to stay up and active for the marshmallow ceremony tonight."
The four teenagers groaned, and Chris tut-tutted them. "We still have to vote someone off."
"We doo'nt even knoo' who the teams were, or what we supposed to do, eh," Ezekiel declared.
"I'll let you know that later, dudes. What I'll let you know how is that the judges are Chef Hatchet, myself, and Joel. We'll vote in just a few minutes."
"Wait, what?" Joel said; this obviously was news to him. "Me vote? I can't vote! I'm going to be a contestant next season!"
"Too bad, dude. Looks like you're going to make a mortal enemy tonight," the host said, laughing. "That's gonna be rough for you, bra."
Joel sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, by the thing that couldn't die, this is not gonna end well."
Chris continued to laugh, as did Chef. The four campers glared at the host, who smirked and shrugged at them. "What? I have to keep myself amused. You four were no help, being lost at sea with no cameras or adult supervision."
Bridgette's eye twitched, and she started to stomp towards Chris. Ezekiel grabbed her shoulder and shook his head; she sighed in defeat.
"Yeah, it was really great that you left us unsupervised with no cameras," Izzy said, smirking evilly, "considering we had a lot of wild sex out there at sea."
There was silence, accompanied with openmouthed staring. Chris broke the silence by stammering, "Wh-wh-what?"
"Oh, yes, lots of it," Bridgette said, crossing her arms and nodding. "We had a lot of sex out there, since we all thought we were going to die and had nothing to lose."
"C-c'mon guys, stop it," Chris said, chuckling nervously. "You're joking, right?"
"Wish we were, since it was all unprotected sex, eh," Ezekiel said, turning up his hands and shrugging. "No protection to be had 'oot there, you knoo'."
"We're going to have some daddy drama if either of the girls get pregnant," Cody said, looking from a now-panicky Chris to Ezekiel. "I mean, we could be fathers in nine months."
"Though we woo'nt knoo' who is the father, either."
"You could always use the ten thousand dollars for child support," Izzy suggested.
"I suppose we could hold ourselves responsible," Bridgette said, rubbing her stomach, "but we did think we were going to die, and we were alone and scared."
"Yeah, I wonder what our parents are going to do," Cody said. "My mom, being a respectable lawyer, has always been against encouraging teenagers having sex."
"I can imagine a lot of organizations will be furious over this, eh," Ezekiel pointed out.
"Oh yeah, think of the headlines!"
Chef Hatchet looked over at Chris, who was sweating bullets, and said, "Dude, you are some really, really deep trouble."
The host let out a scream. "I gotta let the cable network president know this wasn't my planning," he shouted. "I gotta issue apologies, and statements saying we don't condone or approve of this kind of message or behavior! I gotta get my lawyers on this, just as soon as they graduate from law school!"
Waving his arms and screaming in terror, Chris bolted off in a terrified state; the four campers burst out laughing once he was out of hearing range.
(Confession Cam - Whoa, that was harsh.)
Cody - "Yes! Revenge is ours! Oh, that felt really good!" \She lets out a relieved sigh, and stares up at the ceiling.\ "Man, when I watch the reruns of this season, I'm gonna loop that scene, and watch him panic, scream, and run over and over."
Bridgette - "I'd like to thank Harold for getting me to watch those Lord of the Rings movies; that gave me the courage to take on the baelrog, I mean, C'thulhu!"
Izzy - "That was a lot of fun! I know the others will disagree, but Izzy loved it a whole lot. I mean, not only did I get to use that katana blade at long last, but I fought a giant monster! Just think of how many experience points I get for being in the party that defeated that thing! I wonder if it was a world first!"
Ezekiel - "It's so good to be alive, eh." \He takes a deep breath.\ "Whoa, it smells like the ocean in here now." \He exhales.\ "Ahhhh... so good to be alive. First thing I'm gonna do when I get home, I'm gonna order sushi, eh."
The bonfire's warmth was very welcome to the four campers, who had been cold the entire challenge. They kept exchanging looks and words, all of them anxious to find out who had won and who had lost.
Chris Maclean, cranky and drumming his fingers on the oil drum, looked at them. "After that unnecessary scare," he grumbled, "and after a very irate call from my boss, it is finally time to announce the details of the challenge."
He pointed to the plate on top of the oil drum, which had three marshmallows on it. "And also, who's not getting one of these babies."
The host walked in front of the oil drum, and jerked his thumb towards the dock. "We'll see which of you comedians walks the Dock of Shame, boards the Boat of Losers..."
He stopped, and turned around. "How's that coming, Joel?"
"It'll be ready in about an hour," the young inventor, peering over the edge of the boat, said before diving back down into the mechanics. "Honestly, you should have let me fix this while we had nothing to do!"
"Boat repair doesn't make for good TV," Chris called back, and faced the four campers again. "And the loser will leave a loser, the other three go on to the finals for the chance for two of them to win ten thousand dollars each!"
The four exchanged glances, all of them unsure as to a lot.
"Now I know you all were left in the dark over some details, but here they are now," Chris Maclean said, crossing his arms and leaning against the oil barrel. "You see, the competition was Killer Bass verses Screaming Gophers!
"Also, the competition was supposed to be a judging of how you reacted, how you behaved, and possibly who's cabin came in first. But alas, no cameras in the cabins made it impossible to know what you all did, and you all arrived in the same cabin."
The host shrugged and turned up his hands. "So even though all your actions during that trip will be known only to you, there is one bit of action we managed to catch with a camera zoomed in from the island."
A television screen came down, and after a small bit of static, a picture soon came in clear. It was when C'thulhu was lifting up the cabin in the water. Bridgette could be seen storming out, shouting at the monster, then striking it in the eye.
After some great footage of watching their cabin get hurled, the screen went black and retracted back to its original place.
"Regardless of what really went on, no matter what you did, and I won't be accepting any 'but he/she deserves it more' from you, Bridgette," the host said as he snatched two marshmallows from the plate, "you have earned your team, namely you and Zeke, immunity."
He tossed the two fluffy treats, and the two Killer Bass caught them. Bridgette looked stunned, she opened her mouth, then remembered what he had just said and sighed.
"Don't feel guilty, you deserve it," Izzy told her, nodding a great many times.
"I agree, that was awesome of you," Cody said, beaming at her.
Ezekiel patted her shoulder, and she managed to smile too.
"Alas, it has now come to this," Chris said, holding up the final marshmallow. "The last one, the final one, the one marshmallow to rule them all."
Cody and Izzy exchanged glances.
"Who's it gonna be?" Cody swallowed and stretched his shirt collar. Izzy stared at Chris with narrowed eyes and an impish grin.
"Who did Chef Hatchet, Joel, and myself vote for?"
Izzy clenched her fists. Cody drummed his fingers against his other hand's knuckles.
Chris one-handed juggled the marshmallow, looking between the two.
The tech-geek whimpered. The crazy girl growled.
The host smirked, raising his finger in the air.
The redhead leaned forward and hunched up her shoulders. The brunet began to rock back and forth on his seat.
Chris dropped his hand and swayed his pointer finger between the two.
Cody bit his finger until he almost penetrated the skin. Izzy was twiddling her fingers so fast that they almost became a blur.
Chris retracted his finger and tapped his chin in thought.
Izzy's eye twitched as she thought of several ways to mutilate Chris. Cody wiped the sweat that started to come down his forehead.
The host opened his mouth, then closed it as he glanced between the two of them.
Cody bit his lower lip and clasped his hands, shaking from anticipation. Izzy hissed air in through her teeth as she too began to shake.
Chris grinned, clicked his tongue, and opened his mouth.
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The redhead let out a wild cry and leapt at Chris, bowling him over and sending the marshmallow flying into the air. Snagging it before it hit the ground, Izzy stood up on top of the host and cried out again, this time in joy.
"I got it! I won," she cheered. "I did it! I... I..."
She trailed off when she saw Cody. The tech-geek looked devastated, though he was looking at her standing on Chris with the faintest shred of amusement. He let out a long, disappointed sigh, then shrugged.
"Oh well," he said. "I came really close, but hey, maybe next season."
He stood up, only to be glomp-hugged by a certain redhead. "Izzy so sorry," she wailed. "I wish it hadn't been between you and me. I wish it hadn't been between any of us!"
"Amen," Bridgette said, joining in the hug. Ezekiel also joined in, and soon Cody had his three friends group-hugging him.
"Ugggggh," Chris moaned from down on the ground. "That's nice, but Cody, it's time for you to go.
"Man... I really, really should have worn plate armor for this ceremony."
Cody had his backpack on, his laptop under his arm, and a smile on his face as he walked the Dock of Shame. Ezekiel and Bridgette offered him one more hug as he headed for the Boat of Losers, which was still being repaired by Joel.
He stopped at Izzy and said, "Good luck, Izzy. You're the wildest girl I know, and I'm sure you'll go far."
Izzy looked close to breaking into tears, so she flung himself on him. Hugging him so tight that she almost broke a couple ribs in the scrawny boy, she sobbed, "I hope you do too! May you find yourself a girlfriend who loves technology and sucking face!"
Cody turned red at this comment, but smiled nonetheless. "Me too."
After Izzy released him, he leapt onto the Boat of Losers. "Gonna take a while, Joel?" he asked the young inventor.
"Oh, not really, just a few more minutes."
Cody nodded and sat down. "Hey Joel, I know I shouldn't ask, but... did you vote for me?"
The brunet inventor stopped working and sighed. "I did, but in a completely neutral way."
"Whacha mean?"
Joel pointed at an electronic camcorder next to him. Cody scooped it up and saw the voting confessions of that night.
(Confession Cam - The revealing evidence.)
Chris Maclean - "Cody is one cool frood, and I think he deserves to win this. So I vote for Izzy."
Chef Hatchet - "Regardless of what some would think, I have a lot of respect for Izzy. I won't let anyone who can get the best of me lose the day by random choice. Also..." \he rubs his head\ "we have a score to settle that only the finals can provide me. Hehehe... so I vote for Cody."
Joel - "If Chris thinks he can make this difficult for me by forcing me to choose, well, he's wrong! Though this isn't the most moral or thrilling way to break a tie..."
\He pulls out a coin, showing both sides of it to the camera to prove it's not a trick coin.\ "Heads, I vote for Izzy. Tails, Cody." \He flips it, catches it, then looks into his palm; he lets out a long sigh.\ "Cody."
Cody blinked, then chuckled. "You're right, that is anti-climatic."
"I'm sorry, Cody," Joel said, looking from the mechanics of the ship to the tech-geek. "If you feel gypped, I really am sorry."
"You think I'm gonna complain? There was no malice, and also, I'm not in a full body-cast this time around."
Cody leaned back, and pulled out his electronic game. He started to play, and Joel said, "Whoa, you have the Topaz edition of that game?"
"Yes, why?"
"I have the Obsidian edition," the inventor said. "When this boat is up and running, I challenge you to a match."
"You're on," Cody replied, grinning. "I am so gonna kick your butt."
Ezekiel, Bridgette, and Izzy walked back to the cabins, the redhead having her arms around their shoulders.
"So, soon we will be competing against each other for the ten thousand dollars, huh?" Izzy mused. "Izzy wants to win, but she really hopes for the best for you two!"
"I do too," Bridgette said, smiling at her friends.
"Me too, eh."
They stopped at the cabins and stared at them, still a little thrown off that the cabins had changed positions. Ezekiel stared at the Killer Bass cabin, and began to shiver.
"Zeke, you okay?" Izzy asked him. "You got a pine beetle on you or something? I once did, I stood still for about two hours, waiting for it to go away. I finally just grabbed the sucker and bit it. Tasted rather foul, not at all like chicken."
Bridgette looked at Izzy in the way most people do when a story like that is told, then walked over to Ezekiel. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked him.
"I... I doo'nt think I want to sleep in that cabin, eh," he said, pointing at the now-derelict building.
"Yeah, it'd be freaky," Izzy said. "Not to mention it's got a hole in the roof, a spear in the floor, a broken window, octopus blood all over, and it even smells like octopus, with a large dash of sea water."
Ezekiel nodded, then sighed. "I'm a really big wimp, aren't I, eh?"
"Of course not," Bridgette declared. "I don't think I want to sleep in there either! Izzy' do you mind if we crash your place?"
"Yay," the redhead cheered. "We can finally have a-"
"No, Izzy."
"... I was gonna say 'threesome', but fine, jeez."
Bridgette smacked her forehead, and then started to chuckle; she didn't know why, but the crazy girl's perverted jokes still made her laugh. "Oh... maybe next time, Izzy."
"Really? Thanks!"
The redhead bounded towards the Gopher cabin, doing a couple flips and jumps. Bridgette and Ezekiel walked slowly, her arm around his shoulder.
"Excited, prairie boy?" she asked him.
"Quite a lot, eh."
"Me too. Who would've thought we'd make it this far?"
"I didn't knoo' a'boot me, but I was sure you could make it this far."
"You're too kind."
Bridgette stretched and yawned. "Well, I'm ready to get some shuteye. If the challenge is not tomorrow, I think I'll go surfing. Care to join?"
"I... think I'll be avoiding the ocean for some time, eh."
Chris Maclean - Izzy.
Chef Hatchet - Cody.
Joel - (by coin flip) Cody.
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Cody - 2.
Izzy - 1.
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Voted off List - Owen, Sadie, Geoff, Leshawna, Justin, Lindsay, DJ, Trent, Katie, Duncan, Tyler, Courtney, Eva, Noah, Heather, Gwen, Harold, Beth, Cody.
Remaining Campers - Bridgette, Ezekiel, Izzy. (3 left.)
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And that concludes the semifinals! It's down to Bridgette, Ezekiel, and Izzy! Which two are going to win ten thousand dollars, and which one is going empty-handed?
Sorry to all Cody fans. I love him too, and it was a hard choice, but that's the way it had to roll. Believe me, I weighed the options of the other three a lot, but it still came down to him.
Pretty soon, TDC will be over. After the final challenge, there will be a small preview of what (or more specifically, who) is to come in the sequel. Once this story is completely done, I have a couple other projects I will be doing before I begin the third AU season.