I'm going to be gone for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday so I've decided to update this before I go, because why not? Should be fun. And hey, we're getting closer and closer to the end of Arc I. That's always good. Be sure to check out FDTD if you haven't already, you won't regret it.

The remaining campers followed the intern through the woods. Janet was keeping a close eye on the intern, aiming the spittoeyaefaeg thing, the BLOWGUN, right at his neck. Da Zeke would have probably thought she was playing a flute. And then proceeded to make an inappropriate joke that would have gotten him killed.

But alas, he was already killed. So that was one problem solved.

"I miss James already," Michael sighed.

"Awwwwwwww," Leslie gushed, only to have Michael glare at her.

"Dear God, I'm tempted to strangle you."

"Get in line," Peter replied, rolling his eyes. The two high fived.

"BUT JAMES JUST DIED! YOU CAN'T GET A NEW LOVE INTEREST SO QUICKLY! IT HAS TO BE SUBTLE!"

Leanne whacked Leslie in the shoulder with her shotgun. "Don't try it, or I'll kill you."

"What a happy bunch of people!" Jairo said with a bright and happy smile. "I love it!"

"Leanne, if you're not going to use the shotgun then why do you have it?" Belinda asked, slipping subtly into a different accent.

"Because apparently I'm level-headed and the least likely to shoot someone with it," Leanne deadpanned.

"You just threatened to murder me," Leslie pointed out.

"You don't count," was Leanne's retort.

"I want the shotgun back," Peter pouted.

Michael and Janet took the lead and started trying to have a serious conversation. "So if Mr. Intern here decides to lead us into a trap, what's the plan?" Michael asked.

"Kill Adrian with this," Janet said, gesturing to the blowjob.

I mean blowgun. I swear I meant blowgun.

...

...

...shut up.

"Sounds good and all, but how do we get communication off the island?" Michael directed the last part of that question to the intern.

"Adrian's blocking all signals," the intern informed them. "We didn't really care, we just wanted to basically ransack everything."

"Not that I don't admire that but what exactly is Adrian's motivation?" Janet asked.

"You mean the demon possessing Adrian's body."

"Right. Whatever."

The intern continued walking, scratching the back of his head as he did so. "He wants to be entertained. That's the impression I get. He's bored, and he wants something to do."

"So naturally he signs up for a reality TV show, murders the host and sends an army of starved interns to kill the contestants," Peter deadpanned.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Does the demon possessing Adrian have a name?" Michael asked.

"Huh?" was the intern's response.

"If it's true that Adrian is just a vessel, then what's the demon's name."

It was quiet for a few seconds before the intern responded hesitantly. "...I asked him once and he said his name was Justin Bieber."

Everyone stopped moving and an awkward silence took over them.

"You know, that wouldn't really surprise me," Peter said with a shrug.

"I think he was being sarcastic," the intern said anxiously.

"YA THINK?" was Michael's response.

"I heard something about Justin Bieber, is that the reason why the line's not moving?" Leslie popped her head in.

Jairo vomited for some reason.

"No, just...no," Janet groaned, shaking her head.

"I find you guys funny. Like a pet that keeps running into walls," Belinda commented cheerfully.

"KEEP. MOVING." Janet bellowed at the intern, who gulped and started walking quickly.

About half an hour later, the camp was in sight. The intern led them so that they once again were ready to strike. But this time, they had a shotgun courtesy of dearly departed Matthew. Of course, Peter, Belinda, and Leanne all wanted it.

"IT'S MINE!" Belinda growled.

"NO, I WANT IT!" Peter growled.

"Just shut up!" Janet growled.

"May I pretty please have it?" Leanne growled...wait, wrong verb. Leanne asked mock-sweetly.

Janet just shoved the shotgun into Leanne's hands and growled. "Let's just get a move on."

"What happened to me being leader?" Michael asked rhetorically.

"I think you'll find that people follow leaders who act as opposed to just talk," Jairo informed him helpfully. "Just to clue you in."

"You just want me to try to fight and then end up dying. How stupid do you think I am?"

"...you really don't want me to answer that."

"I believe this is called Foe Yay," Leslie chimed in helpfully.

"Nobody. Cares," Peter growled (there's that word again. I keep using that word. You don't think it means what I think it means).

The intern led the remaining campers into the campground. "This is the lunch break, they should be in the Mess Hall. They order from this really fancy restaurant from the mainland, intern's choice. Yesterday it was Olive Garden."

"Wow, real fancy," was Michael's response.

"Keep quiet," Janet hissed. "We don't want to disturb them."

Whooooosh.

Leslie looked shocked for a second before looking down at the needle in her throat and the blood trickling out of it. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed.

Janet ran over to examine her heartbeat, but it was too late. She was already dead.

"NO, LESLIE'S DEAD!" Peter called, and then stopped, confused. "Wait...why do I care?"

"Don't move, or we fire!" a familiar demonic voice shouted, and Adrian/Justin Bieber/Whatever emerged from the trees holding a blowgun same as the captured interns. The other interns emerged from the woods with a variety of weapons.

Janet quickly fired her own needle directly at Adrian's face, but the demon simply raised his hand and caught it with his outstretched hand, Matrix style. He dropped it to the ground and the campers rose their hands up in surrender. The captured intern ceased to be captured and rejoined the rest of his brethren.

"And I was going to order Domino's," Adrian pouted as the interns closed in. "Oh well, human flesh will do. You guys don't have to eat that, I'll still order Domino's. andIdefinitelywon'tsprinkledeadcamperinitIpromise."

"What was that?" the chubby intern asked confusedly.

"NOTHING!"

"What'th that in the thky?" the brace-faced intern asked, pointing her finger up in the air.

"Probably nothing, don't worry about it," Adrian snapped.

"You guys seem to get along well," Jairo and Leanne noted at the same time before looking at one another in confusion.

One almost expected Leslie to make a comment except for the minor fact that she was dead.

Boo hoo. I have tears in my eyes. But I also have crust in my eyes. I didn't sleep well last night.

"No, theriouthly!" the intern repeated. "There's thomething coming down!"

The otherwise tense situation was ruined by a sound reminiscent of a person falling in a Looney Tunes show. They could hear the person's voice, albeit faintly.

"lelelelelelelelelelelelelelelLELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELELEL!" LEL hurtled down into the middle of the standoff.

"Oh, you are kidding me," Adrian just sighed in disbelief.

LEL hit the ground, causing an explosion of epic proportions. No one was injured but the smoke

WHY he was there could only be described as a plot convenience, but I didn't put...him...there...no...no no no something's wrong here this isn't what was supposed to happen! Why did he do that? He wasn't...no, need to keep going.

The remaining campers took their chance and fled in the smoke, gunfire and needles trailing behind them. Leslie's body was lost in the haze, and Adrian was shouting and spitting so loudly it would have made any angry German proud.

"GET THOSE *BEEEEEEP* CAMPERS! GET THEM IF YOUR *BEEEEEP* LIFE DEPENDS ON IT YOU *BEEEEEP*!"

Wait, why am I censoring this? Oh right, to have some form of public decency and political correctness. Blegh.

"RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! RUN FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR AWAY!" Belinda screamed at the top of her lungs.

"THAT'S A LOT OF FAR'S!" was Peter's response as Michael, Peter, Jairo, Belinda, Leanne, and Janet ran like their lives depended on it, which they did.

When the smoke cleared, they were all running as fast as they could away from camp, being careful not to trip over anything in the woods and shit, I mean stuff.

Another one had bit the dust, but they had no time to mourn, and plus they didn't really want to anyway. Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, they were terrified, alone, and slowly dying of a demonic cancer hellbent on murdering them all for its own amusement.

Terrifying, right?

I always knew Justin Bieber had it in him.

She opened her eyes.

She couldn't move. A numbness had taken over her body, rendering her limp and useless. Only her eyes could move, she could not talk, which was probably a good thing. Sea blue light reflected off the ceiling as lights rolled by her. She could hear the sound of wheels rolling, and assumed she was on some kind of hospital roller-thing.

That was weird. What had happened? She recalled something vaguely about a demon...Adrian...and then her mind returned to its normal state, which if described would probably make most males go blind and endure Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Blue light cast off the walls and Leslie shifted her eyes to view the source as a shadowed figure rolled her down the hallway. Placed periodically down the hallway were stasis tubes. Leslie attempted to shift her eyes so she could see what was in them, and when she did her stomach dropped.

Da Zeke. Lauren. Matthew. Midnight. Aurora. James.

All of them bobbing aimlessly in the liquid with their eyes closed, plugs in their nostrils.

If Leslie could have gulped, she would have.

The cart stopped moving next to an empty stasis tube and alarm bells rang all throughout Leslie's mind as she was wheeled upright, still incapable of moving, or screaming for her life. All she could do was stand there numbly with her mouth open and drooling. Which to be honest was probably not too different from her normal state if Yaoi was involved.

A pair of black holes stared her right in the face, a frown ever present. Chef simply stared at her beneath the round shades, and her breathing began to quicken. Chef unstrapped her and unceremoniously placed her headfirst in the empty stasis tube, placing a mask on her face as he did so. The glass closed and fluid began to fill up the container, and Leslie floated upside-down in the water, looking completely ridiculous as per the norm.

Her body eventually floated right-side up but she was no more capable of doing anything to save herself. The anesthetic had begun to wear off and her arms had slowly been able to move, and her eyes opened. She started floating around, testing the waters. Her thought process went something like this.

Hello? Where am I? Did I die? Am I in Purgatory? Gosh, I hope Dean's still here. And Benny. I RELY ON YAOI TO LIVE! Say...this isn't actually so bad. It's quiet. And peaceful. I could probably...erm, think about my magazines from in here. If this is death, maybe it isn't so bad!

As if a choir of angels had descended from above...and had decided to piss on her, "Friday" by Rebecca Black started to play.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!