Grand Chef Auto. Like Search and Destroy for the T/G fans, it will be forever marked as a villainous episode as the season's primary couple was busted up, by the primary manipulator, and the male was eliminated. However, that aside, Grand Chef Auto was one of the best episodes in the fourth season, beaten by only a few like Finder's Creeper's and The Treasure Island of Dr. McLean.

Still, I hate Scott more then Alejandro now. Scott has taken on Heather's worst personality, forcing other people to work for her, while drilling holes in other's relationships. Difference: Heather is hot, and she won't shoot her team in the foot every single challenge. Scott does. That lack of team loyalty busts him down that far, coupled with what I already had mentioned.

Now, I'm going to be kind of fleeting over this chapter, and won't be re-writing Mike's epic battle with his alternate personas. Meaning that basically this isn't going to be my best chapter of this fic, hell, it will probably be my worst, as I am forcing myself to write this when I'm not really hyped up on it.

Anyways, folks, let's check this out. Next to last chapter of this fic. If that plans out like that, well then, it will be my second shortest mutli-chapter fiction, beaten by Total Drama World Tour Reunion. I hope you'll enjoy…because HERE WE GO!

-Total Drama Revenge of the Island-Episode 9 of 13-Mike's POV-

Team disbandment wasn't going well for Me, Zoey, or Cameron. The three of us, all dragged around like some insane freak show at a circus, were bribed all the way by Chris 'McShame' to try and stir up more drama.

As we searched into Chef's kitchen, I felt more and more ostracized from them then before. Cameron informed me that Scott had been blackmailing him with his life, so if I started to improve, even without his help, that little guy would be a dead guy. Zoey and I were hoping to ally together, but Scott was now standing in our way, more then before. I'd hate to say it, but I'd rather deal with Anne Maria and her obsession over Vito then Scott. And now, it was endangering Zoey's life.

"Oh Mike, won't you search this for me?"

"But Zoey!" I frantically looked at her as she tried pulling her head out of the bucket she stuck in. "Shes…"

"Zoey, let me-" Chris' words from the night before came to me.

'Mike... You acted kind like it was acting class' I knew that if I wasn't convincing enough to Chris, I'd be screwed. He'd eliminate the both of us, as in Zoey and I. If I couldn't win, I should at least be able to give Zoey the chance, right?

"Fine." I remarked, trying to block out Zoey's frantic calls for help."

-Mike's POV-Confessional Camera-

"Scott! Of all the people to find out. Maybe I should just tell Zoey the truth. I mean, she's chill. She can handle multiple personalities right? She won't just think I'm some freak-ish weirdo right? Right?" Suddenly he gasped, and drew his right eye shut while hunching over. "Sure, and my saggy old butt will get crowned Miss Canada!" Chester remarked, unrolling some toilet paper and draping it over his shoulder. "Here I aaaaaaam. Miss Canadaaaaa."

-Zoey's POV-

Finally pulling my head out of the bucket, I saw Mike switch keys with Scott. Holding my own key, I raised an eyebrow while scampering out the door. What was with them? Did he team up in an alliance with Scott or something? If I recall, Cameron, Mike, and I all had agreed to vote out Scott when we could, so what was with this sudden side-switching.

"Thanks Loser!" Scott remarked as he paraded out, Mike following with slumped head and shoulders.

"Mike, what the hell is going on?" My interrogation, frankly, began quite gruffly.

"Zoey, Scott is…"

"Hey Zoey, I have…" Scott cut Mike off, and Mike returned the favor.

"Yes Scott, I'll be there." He shouted back. "I'll have to tell you later. It appears Scott knows about this."

That in itself told me everything on what it was. Scott was the person Chris must have been referencing. From what Mike and Cameron had told me, along with what I could deduce on my own, Scott was definitely not one to be trusted.

-Scott's POV-Midway through the next challenge-

My feet kicked up, smelling the contaminated air, I exhaled in relief. With Mike towing me around here, this wouldn't be any problem at all. Besides, everyone else was chicken lickings. I would take Mike out this challenge, and then Zoey and Jo. Lightning and Cameron. Huh. Some challenge. Million dollars, here I come.

"Here we are." I felt the go-kart come to a stop, and I hopped out at the same time my dark haired acquaintance did. "You wait here! I'm tagging first!"

"What the-Fine…" Mike was defeated. Obviously if Zoey found out, well, that's it for them. And if there was anything I had learned in my years, relationships are sometimes more important to people then money. As I sprayed on my symbol a grinned. What a sucker. If the kid had any brains, he would have already stopped spraying what looked to be a third-grader's rendition of the Sistine Chapel.

"Cameron, it's not art class!"

"Just wait! This is going to be epicness!"

"Mike, let's go. I'm running out of time!" I called at him while he spray painted his own green checkmark on. As we went on, I hopped back into the ride for my 'tow'. Ah yes, Mike was such a sucker at keeping secrets.

-Zoey's POV-30 minutes later-

While I climbed up to the very top of the totem pole, and I shook up the spray can, I couldn't help but smirk as Scott climbed up next to me. I pressed down my finger on the trigger. "Haha. In your face."

"In yours." Somehow he was able to wrap his legs around the pole and throw the can at my face, and my body leaned back to compensate for the blow. It didn't hurt, but suddenly the pole was shooting skyward. My hands gripped onto a outstretched wing, and I realized just how far I had fallen, and what kind of position I was in, nearly 35 feet off the ground. "Aaahhhh HELP!"

"Whoopsie." Scott sarcastically remarked above me, finishing his symbol and now scampering down.

"ZOEY!" My eyes turned to Mike as he began to climb up, but Scott slid down the pole like it was at a jungle gym playground, landing beside Mike. "Mike, let's get moving."

"No! I won't leave Zoey."

"Hey Zoey."

"Eat this." He remarked, punching Scott in the face. Scott stumbled backwards, rubbing his face. "Fine then. You eat this." My eyes cast downward as he leapt at Mike, but rather then pinning him or body-slamming him, he merely ripped his shirt off…

…And brought around Vito.

"Yo Anne Maria, where are ya babe?"

"She's at this fourth location. Give me a tow and I'll take you there."

"No sweat dude." Mike's most ridiculous persona remarked, stepping into the kart and driving off. With my fingers slipping, it looked a lot as if MY Total Drama experience had just rocketed to a close.

"Zoey!" A second familiar voice cried out, and I then let go, my fingers unable to support my weight any longer. The air pushed my hair and shirt upwards, but the earth continued cascading toward my feet.

And I was saved by landing in Cameron's Go-Kart. "Holy! You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I rubbed my eyes. "What's with you? You were right behind me?"

"I spent to long spray-painting landmark 1. But we've got to get to that fourth landmark!" He remarked, leaning over the edge of his kart and spraying the base of the pole. Why ever I hadn't though of that, was beyond me. Cameron mashed his floor to the accelerator, and we gunned it away.

-Mt Chrismore-

As Cameron brought us to a screeching halt, all eyes were on Mike, who appeared to be 'chilling' on the side of the kart. Remembering Chris' words, I started to blow up.

"Real Smooth Mike! Leave me there hanging! Just like our relationship!" I shouted, throwing my hands up. "Not that we really even had anything going…Mike, what's wrong?" That was the point I noticed his head seemed to be spinning lop-sidedly on the base of his neck. "MIKE! Mike, are you okay?" Any thoughts of what Chris might have about this break down were erased.

"Looks like some type of concussion." Cameron, standing beside me, deduced. "I don't think it's life threatening, but it will be bad enough…"

"Mike, come back to me! I know your alive…"

"…pushing me around way to long. Payback time."

"What?"

"He appears to be battling his subconscious alternate personas." I slapped Cameron on the foot, pointing to the camera aimed at us. "Oops."

I had to play along. "Alternate Personas?"

"Yeah. Uh, Mike has Multiple Personality Disorder…Sorry." He remarked.

"Mike! You can do it then! Beat those bloody personas to a mushy pulp!" I shouted at his face, cheering him on in a battle, frankly, I couldn't even see.

We stayed there some time, and then his lidded eyes creaked open. "Mike!" I felt Cameron breath on me as he released a sigh, adding it with a cry of 'thank god'.

"Zoey…"

"I know." I whispered, motioning my head to the cameras. The angle it was at, they shouldn't of been able to see my head tilt.

Mike started to stand up, using my hands as a lifting support. "Zoey, I have something to tell you." I saw his lips creak 'again' silently. "My acting, isn't really acting at all. I have Multiple Personality Disorder."

"I know. Cameron told us all about." I remarked, referencing the entire world.

"Oh."

"Sorry." He remarked behind us, and I chuckled as he stared at me. A great burden had been lifted from our shoulders, and no challenge could separate our gaze…or so I thought.

They say that there are three kinds of people in the world. Those that Make things happen, those that watch things happen, and those that wonder 'what the hell happened?' Cameron, Mike, and I were in the third group. First, Chris drove up. "No! Don't Spray on Mt. Chrismore!"

Then, out of nowhere, Lightning went flying airborne on a go-kart, the land shark beside him, and he started spraying this huge lightning bolt down the cliff side as Scott gasped, and was knocked off by the shark. As the three of them plummeted to the ground, Chris bewailed, thankfully having forgotten about the ruse he had forced Mike and I up to.

"My head! They've ruined me wonderful face! I'm going to kill that Duncan!"

"Sorry bro, that wasn't me." The punk showed up just a distance away, holding a remote. With a smug grin, he pressed it, and a shower of light and rock pieces went airborne as we all watched, dumbfounded, as Chris' head replica blew sky-high in front of our face. "Now THAT, that was me!"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Chris fell to his knees, screaming to the heaven. "Gods of Heaven and Earth and Hell, why must you torment me so?"

"MMMHPHHPPHPHMMPH!" Our gaze now shifted to Fang, walking around with Scott's legs hanging out of his mouth. The punches of surprise kept rolling one after another, and the land shark's eyes got big, and he spat Scott out, who was holding a now empty spray can. The shark ran off, and I looked at Mike.

"What the hell just happened?"

"I have no idea Zoey. I have no clue."

-Elimination Ceremony-Mike's POV-

It was obvious. Cameron, Zoey, and I knew who was going to get the boot. Due to the rules that were set up, and Scott having technically won the challenge, he was going to take out the man he had pushed around all day. I think, in all reality, that even Jo knew and might have felt some amount of remorse, but she was tight-lipped the entire time, disappointed and angry at her loss.

So now the six of us were here, starring at Chris and his vacant plate and Chef, in the biohazardous suit holding the radioactively toxic marshmallow of loserdome. "I'm sorry man." Cameron remarked to my side.

"I know. But we all saw this coming. We've just got to play the part of shock."

"If there was anything else I could have done for you, I would have."

"Thanks buddy." For the first time in my life, I had a true friend of some sort.

"Scott! Eliminate the player of your choice." Chris then lowered his voice to a audible whisper. "Choose Lightning."

"No! Eliminate Jo! He's a rat!" I swear I heard Jo exhale in anger after being called the wrong gender again,

"Eeny-meeny-miny-mo, who's the biggest lose-o?." This was the kicker, as his finger was pointing at me. "It's Mike!"

"Mike, Scott has declared the toxic marshmallow of loserdome goes to you."

I stood up, and exhaled. Chef held the glowing material in front of me, but I didn't want to risk a final exposure possibly bringing my other personas, which I had finally subdued, out of the dark shadows of my mind.

"So long Mike." Cameron remarked, and I walked on down the dock…the loneliest walk I felt I had ever made since competing in the game.

"Mike! Wait!" Zoey ran up beside me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that we didn't get more time to know each other."

"I wouldn't worry to much. You said that there was a Playa De Losers. Let's face it, If I'm heading that-away, surely it will be better then this." Reluctantly I slung my body mass onto the hurl of shame. "I guess, this is good bye though. Right?"

"I wish we had more time to be together." She stated, leaning forward.

"I know what you mean."

"Won't you just kiss me one more time?"

"Sure." I brought my head down, and then the gears clicked. My arms and legs went flailing about in the air as I was hurtled through the sky. But all I could think of was Zoey, and how Chris was definitely at the top of my hit list, if I had what it took to even kill someone.

With a loud splash, I landed in the water. I must of plummeted some distance, and the water had a terrible tang of lead contamination. My body naturally was pushed upwards, but it felt harder to move in this contaminated water. Still, the lungs had enough air, and I broke the surface, breathing in steadily rather then frantically gasping for air. "So long Zoey. Go win it for us, I guess. I'll be praying for you."

Turning my body around, I noticed that somehow my shirt must have been torn off, as two pieces of it were floating about beside me. "Figures. But at least there is no Vito." Looking up, my gaze fell on a bunch of lights ahead of me. "Might as well." Using the Breast-stroke, I slowly began erasing the distance between me and those lights. My suitcase was launched over my head, as it was lighter then me and just apparently launched by the Hurl of Shame, and it landed in the approximate area of the lights. Extra motivation anyone?

One more chapter, and it will be the last. Angles from our lover's viewpoints, along with the three other people that have influenced this story so much. Obviously, Anne Maria, Cameron, and Scott. I hope you have enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until the next chapter you know what to do: REVIEW!

Oh yeah: This is the best set of lines this far in the season:

Mike: Zoey? Where am I?

Vito: Ey Yo! We're all in your flippin mind!

Chester: It's a subconscious you Salami Head!

Svetlana: I think it's time that we show you who is boss!

Manitoba Smith: Yeah! This shrimp keeps getting in my way with the ladies!

Mike: I'm in the way? You guys have been pushing me around way too long! It's payback time.