Sorry about the review glitch last chapter, a lot of people told me they could review. It's a long story, but point is, everything should be fine this time around.

Well, this is the last challenge of the week, peeps! Then we get to see the campers who were booted off! And maybe even a little segment we like to call…. That's Gonna Leave a Mark! I know I'd totally be ripping off TDA, but you all would still like to see that, right? :D

Well, please read, review, and enjoy!

Trent helped Grace sit up, both ready to get out of that wretched tent. She had made a miraculous recovery; her skin was peachy, she didn't feel sick, and she could even stand up without someone helping her. She was still having trouble walking, though.

"Here you go, light weight," Chef said, handing Grace a small crutch. "You can use this to keep your scrawny self from falling down."

"Why only one?" Trent asked.

Chef shrugged. "Spent most of the medical budget on a hot tub for us and the interns. Had to cut somewhere…"

Trent and Grace just exchanged an unimpressed glance.

"What, you think money grows on trees, maggots?" Chef screamed, beads of spittle flying as he yelled.

"Sir, no, sir!" Trent and Grace simultaneously said, saluting the former soldier.

*T*S*R*

The five Rabid Wolves laughed as they continued to chat. They probably should have gone to bed after the ceremony ended, but has started talking and just didn't want to stop. Marilee shook her head and laughed. "Can you believe Mr. 'Roid Rage was afraid of some teeny little wasp?"

"I know!" Keith agreed. "What a wuss, right?"

"Hey, c'mon now, don't make fun of him," Jovie said, feeling bad for them being so mean to him. "It was his biggest phobia. Can you honestly say you would have faced yours?"

"I could," Marilee stated, crossing her arms over her chest. "if I had one…"

Jovie rolled her eyes. "Please, that's such a crock."

Marilee rolled her uncovered eye, then glanced off to the side, seeing Xavier staring at her, looking ready to pee his pants in fright. "What are you looking at?"

"PIRATE!" he screamed, throwing a giant rock at her. It hit her square in the forehead and impacted so hard, it caused her to topple off of her stump and land flat on her back.

The other three laughed as she huffed, got back up and glared at him with her free eye. She covered the big, red bump the rock had given her and asked, "What was that for, you little snot monkey?"

Herbie threw an arm around his brother's shoulder and said, "Xavier's really scared of pirates."

Marilee arched an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with-" She remembered her eye patch and sat back down. "Oh. Thanks for adding insult to injury."

"Oh, it's okay, hun," Jovie patted Xavier, who looked awfully embarrassed, on the head comfortingly. "Everybody's afraid of something."

"Except me," Marilee proudly proclaimed. Another rock hit her, this time in the gut, and made her topple back once again. Marilee laid there for a while, but from behind the stump she pointed menacingly at the sky and yelled, "I'm gonna remember that, Jovie!"

Jovie looked back down at Xavier and said, "Even though she won't admit it," She shot a glance at Marilee as she sat back down on her stump. "She's afraid of something, just like everybody else. I'm afraid of getting shots, for example. I freak out every time I go to the doctor's…"

"Really?" Keith asked and Jovie nodded in response. "I hate going to the dentist. You know how most dentists have that little hook thing to scrape your teeth with?" The group nodded and he continued, "Well, my dentist uses his hook hand to do it…" The skater boy shuddered, along with a few of the others. "That dude creeps me out so much!"

"Who creeps you out so much?"

He turned around to find Candace, Zack, and Selena behind him, looking at him curiously.

"Um… the dentist. What are you guys doing here?"

Zack shrugged. "We don't really feel like going to sleep, but don't know what to do. We saw you guys and just figured we could hang."

He sat down next to Keith and added, "And while I agree that the dentist stinks, nothing freaks me out more than wolves."

Jovie, an animal lover, asked, "Oh, how could you hate wolves?"

"When they attack you on a camping trip when you're five, it's not exactly that hard to believe," Zack told her.

Jovie nodded understandingly, then looked back at Marilee. "Okay, girl, you have got to be afraid of something. Just tell us. We won't laugh."

"C'mon, you know I'd tell you guys…" She looked to the side to avoid eye contact. "If I had one…"

Before Jovie could retaliate, they heard some small sniffles, and saw little Zoey walking toward them with a cut on her arm. "Whoa, what happened?" Selena asked, gently taking a look at her arm.

She sniffled and said, "I fell down and cutted myself…"

"Oh, you poor thing…" Selena pulled a bandage out of nowhere from behind her back, preparing to put it on.

Keith looked from Selena to Zack and mouthed, "How does she do that?" Zack just shrugged.

Marilee, who hadn't really paid much attention to Zoey's arrival, glanced at the small amount of blood trickling down her arm. Her face whitened and she screamed bloody murder, falling backwards a third time, without the help of a rock. She cowered behind her stump, peeking over and shaking as she stared at Zoey's wound. "Y-y-y-y-y-you're bleeeeeding!"

"Whoa, what's the dealio, Mar?" Keith asked, confused. Realization struck him, and he smirked. "Wait, that's it! You're afraid of blood, aren't you?"

Marilee frightfully shook her head. "N-n-n-n-n-noooooo…"

"Oh, really?" Keith cocked an eyebrow. He picked Zoey up and stuck her arm right in the blonde's face. "Then look at Zoey's cut. It's bad, isn't it?" Marilee tried to look away, but Keith kept moving it so that she could see it no matter which way her head went. "Look, it's running down her arm now. Trickling right… down… and…"

Marilee, who was desperately trying not to vomit, shoved Zoey's arm out of her face and exclaimed, "Fine! I'm afraid of blood, okay?" She sat back on the stump and looked down at her feet, ashamed. "It's just soooo disgusting! It's gooey and scabby and icky and you can never get it out of your clothes and-"

"And Marilee went on about that for a while," Zack said, slumped in a bored manner. "Herbie said he's afraid of the dark, which kind of shocked me. I figured he and Xavier would love creepy stuff like the dark and pirates. But what can you expect with those two?" He shrugged and returned to his position. "And you'll never believe what Candace is afraid of…"

Candace looked at the people staring at her, not smiling for once. She closed her eyes, whispered "Clowns," and shuddered.

"Clowns?" Selena held in a laugh and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Marilee agreed, then looked at Candace. "How could you, the poster child for happiness, possibly be afraid of beings as happy as clowns?"

"They're always happy!" Candace debated. "It just not natural. Nobody is always happy! Do I look happy to you right now?" She pointed at her face and frowned even deeper to emphasize her point.

"I guess you've got a point there…" Selena nodded. "But the one thing I'm more afraid of than anything else in the world is being in small spaces." She clutched her knees to her chest, as if to protect herself. "I got locked in a closet once when I was six and nobody could find me for, like, ten hours." She shut her eyes. "It was terrible!"

"It's true, I cannot stand tiny spaces," Selena confessed. "I can barely even stand this darn outhouse…" She got up and left the Confession Can, the camera still running. You could hear the sound of a certain somebody breathing into and out of a paper bag, as to not break out in a panic attack.

"And Selena went on and on and on about that for about fifteen minutes," Keith said, rolling his eyes. "Chicks, huh?

*T*S*R*

Trent had carried Grace out of the infirmary, as to not tire out anymore by making her walk. Grace looked near the bonfire pit, seeing that people were still there, including Zoey. "Can I go talk to Zoey?" she asked. "I'll be real quick and it'd be good practice for my crutch."

Trent shook his head. "I dunno, Grace. It's getting late and it's been a long day…" He looked down at her, seeing her big, brown eyes glisten with sadness. "And, uh… You should really…" He struggled to get his words out, as her lip started to quiver. She was the master of pouting, and he was a novice at resistance. "Oh, how can I say no to that face?" Grace smiled, glad that her cute charms worked. "Just be careful and head off to bed after you're done, okay?"

"Okay!" She nodded in agreement and he set her down on the ground.

Trent yawned. "As for me, I'm going to bed." He waved and started walking toward his cabin.

*T*S*R*

Grace wobbled toward the group, receiving strange glances, since they weren't expecting her to be that well yet. "Hey there, Tiny Tim," Keith mumbled, receiving a death glare from Grace, making him flinch away and squeal in fright like a little girl.

"Hi, Grace!" Zoey greeted when Grace sat down between her and Herbie.

"Hi! Whatcha talking about?"

"What scares us the most," Zoey said, inspecting her friend's crutch, thinking it looked cool.

"Well, after today, I'm most scared of doctors… Especially ones like Chef…" Grace looked down at her feet.

"I'm ascared of heights!" Zoey squealed, looking scared just saying it. "I climbed the monkey bars at the park once, and I was too afraid to get down and-"

"Wait a second…" Selena looked deep in thought, looking at their surroundings. "Does all this seem familiar?"

"Well, of course it does, silly!" Candace giggled, happy once again. "We've been here for almost a week and-"

"No, not the scenery!" Selena grumbled irritably. "I'm talking about this 'confessing our deepest, darkest fears' stuff. Our brothers and sisters did it last year and look what happened to them!"

"Sweetheart, you worry too much," Marilee reassured her, pulling a twig out of her hair from her third fall. "Chris is a narcissistic jerkball, but he's not a complete idiot. He's not gonna repeat the same old challenges every year. He's got a little bit more brains than that."

*T*S*R*

In a production tent far, far away, as in on the other side of the island, Marilee's image flickered onto a monitor, repeating the same thing. Chris McLean smirked and shook his head. "Oh, I'm smarter than you think, Marilee." He clicked the screen off. "Much smarter than you think…" He stood up and started walking out, passing the interns as he did. "Turn the rest of the monitors off for me, will ya? I gotta make some calls for tomorrow's challenge." He closed the flap off the tent, leaving the interns with only the light coming from the remaining monitors.

"Ugh, that guy really gets on my nerves," Mia said as she got up from her computer chair and flicked the nearest monitor off, making Zack and Keith disappear. "And so do these kids. They're afraid of the lamest things! Now sumo wrestlers are something to be afraid of."

"Sumo wrestlers?" Tamyra asked. "Isn't that what Heather is afraid of?"

"Well, yeah. Can you blame us, though?"

"I guess not," Tamyra sighed. "But I've always been scared of people in big animal costumes."

"Really? Why?" Holly asked, flicking off a screen with Grace's image on it.

She looked down bashfully and admitted, "When I was little, this guy in a cat costume started chasing me around and it just scared the bejeebers out of me!"

"Are you sure he wasn't just playing tag with you or something?" Marina asked while turning off a monitor displaying another one of Selena's Confession Can videos.

Tamyra calmed down. "Well… I don't really know." She turned off a monitor of Marilee being hit with a rock and falling for the fourth time, "But whatever he was doing, he scarred me for life."

"Oh, you poor thing," Holly said, supportively patting her on the back. "My fear's really silly, though…"

"What is it?" Mia asked, arching an eyebrow.

She sighed, then said, "Kissing Chris." She stuck out her tongue and mumbled "Bleh!" while the other girls laughed. After they stopped, they looked at Marina, like they were waiting for something.

"…What?" she asked, flicking off a screen with Zoey on it.

"Well, aren't you going to tell us yours?" Holly asked.

"Oh, no," she held up her hands and shook her head. "I'm not going to let Chris use my fear to freak me out like he did to the contestants last year!"

"Please, we're the interns," Mia said, strutting toward the exit. "Chris isn't going to waste his energy scaring us. He saves that for the contestants." Marina followed, since all of the monitors had been turned off.

Holly and Tamyra exchanged a glance, shrugged and followed the two other interns.

Meanwhile, Chris McLean was leaning against a tree in an unknown location, looking at his watch. His video watch, that is. A small smirk crossed his lips as he pressed a tiny button and turned the watch off, making the images of the four girls on the small screen disappear. He sighed and shook his head. "I swear, nobody ever gives me enough credit." He winked at the camera and walked away.

*T*S*R*

Candace, exhausted from last night's challenge, had decided to sleep in the next morning instead of waking up moderately early like she usually did. When she woke up, she realized that she was the only one left in her cabin. Stretching, she hopped out of bed and slipped on her white camisole with the pink heart, jean Capri's, and white sneakers. The cheerleader also fixed her hair and make up, feeling extraordinarily perky that morning.

She sprung out the door, a small skip in her step. After getting on the grass, she did a small twirl, her long strawberry blonde ponytail rippling in the breeze. "Oh, I can just tell today's going to be great!"

Candace skipped all the way to the mess hall, jumping onto the last empty seat at the Killer Bears table. Gwen, who was sitting right next to her, commented, "Wow, you're in a good mood today… And with you, that's really saying something."

Candace let out a happy sigh, using her spoon to poke the bowl of disgusting oatmeal that Chef had slammed down in front of her. "I just have this strange feeling that today's going to be a pretty good day. Do you ever get that feeling?"

"Yeah," Gwen nodded. "But then, after the day is over, I realize the feeling was wrong …"

Candace giggled. "You're so funny with your pessimism and moodiness, Gwen!"

Before Gwen could say anything back, Chris walked into the mess hall, an even bigger smile on his face than usual. "Oh, boy… I do not like that face," she muttered, rubbing her temples.

"Good morning, everybody," Chris greeted, still smiling. "First of all, I would just like to congratulate you all for making it through your first week without any, um…" Chris looked at Marilee's eye patch and Grace's crutch before continuing, " …lawsuit-worthy injuries. Which is why no one will be voted off today!"

Everybody let out their individual cheers, exchanging high-fives and fist bumps with each other.

"But, you still have to face today's horrific challenge if you want the totally wicked reward!" He rubbed his hands together diabolically, remembering everything he had planned for his victims. "First off, Selena."

Selena swallowed her oatmeal mush and looked at Chris.

"There's a teeny, tiny box near the beach just waiting for you to squeeze into," Chris explained, smirking.

Selena's eyes widened, but she didn't make a sound or even move. After half a minute of silent motionlessness, Owen waved a hand in front of her face. Nothing.

"Wait, what's going on?" DJ whispered to LeShawna and Geoff, who he was sitting in between of, as Chris continued to point out members of the Killer Bears and tell them what they'd be doing for their challenge.

"I dunno," she whispered back.

Geoff shrugged shrugging. "Either the challenge is cramming as many people as we can into a box, though that'd be really hard to fill a half hour time slot, or-"

The three teens were silent, almost afraid to even say what they were all thinking. "He wouldn't…" DJ whimpered.

"He would," LeShawna hissed.

"But how did he…" Before Geoff could finish, LeShawna was glaring at Jovie and Marilee, who were sitting across from them.

The girls noticed. "What?" Jovie asked.

"Don't tell me you guys all told that creep your deepest, darkest fears!" LeShawna hissed.

"We didn't!" Marilee hissed back. Her angered expression flashed to a more embarrassed one and she mumbled, "We told each other and Chris was eavesdropping…"

"Marilee, quit chit-chatting while I'm talking!" Chris whined. "You're giving me a bloody headache!" His frown turned upside down. "But I'm going to give you a bloody something by the end of the day…"

"That was definitely a threat to my physical health!" Marilee raged, yanking a cell phone out of the pocket of her black layered skirt. "I am so suing!" She punched in some numbers and held it up to her ear, looking back at the camera. "He's a good lawyer, too. Courtney suggested him, and she's not exactly new to the whole lawsuit game!"

"Jovie and Grace," Chris read from the flashcard he kept in his pocket to remember who was afraid of what. "You two have an appointment with Dr. Hatchet, DPRP."

"Um…" Jovie bit her lip, almost afraid to ask her question. "What does DPRP stand for?"

" …Doctor of Phobia Related Pain!" Chef, dressed in a doctor's coat and stethoscope, kicked the door open and stormed over to the activist, grabbing her by her wrist. "I've got an extra special…" He chuckled a not a very friendly chuckle. "… extra painful shot just for you, tree hugger."

Grace giggled after seeing the mortified look on Jovie's face, until Chef grabbed her by her wrist, too, and brought her up to eye height. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you, maggot. At least her shot's in the arm…"

She squealed in fright, putting her free hand over her butt where her previous shot had been taken.

Dr. Hatchet dragged them out the door, kicking and begging for somebody to help them get away from the psycho doctor chef.

"Okay, it's time to get Selena the Statue out to her box," Chris told them, motioning toward the door. Almost all of the kids started walking out the door, excluding Selena, Candace, Duncan and Gwen. Duncan was almost out the door, but he noticed that his sister was still non-responsive to pretty much everything. He grabbed her by her arm and tried pulling her off the chair, but she seemed a lot heavier than usual, like she was made out of stone. He finally yanked her off of the stump and made her fall to the floor, still in the same position she was when she was seated. Since she still hadn't moved, he grabbing her arm again and started dragging her toward the exit. It sounded like he was dragging marble against the floor.

Candace and Gwen were about to get up, but before they could, Chris, in a sing-song voice, called out, "Oh, Caaaaandaaaaace…"

Candace looked at him, looking horrified as soon as she did.

When she wasn't looking, Chris had put on a rainbow afro and a big red nose. He pulled a small horn out and pressed the button twice, saying, "Honk, honk!" as the horn actually did honk. He yanked off the nose and tossed it to her

She caught it in both hands, dropping it immediately after she did. "It buuuurns!" she screamed, wiping her hands off on her shirt.

"Still think today's going to be a great day?" Gwen asked, looking pretty angry about what she knew was soon to come.

Candace just looked down at her feet. She had never been wrong about that hunch before…

But there's a first time for everything, right?

Oh geez! :C Poor, dumb campers!

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