As promised, here's the chapter for this week! This is the chapter where things start to heat up and the fun begins. I want to thank everything that reviewed for the last two chapters. Your support is really appreciated! Hope you guys enjoy the third chapter!

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"Have the candles?"

"Check."

"Are they green?"

"Uh, all Chris had in his room were pink ones."

"Whatever. Did you draw the circle?"

"Yeah."

"Idiot! That looks more like an oval! Do it again!" Heather snapped, pointing at the chalk drawn circle that Justin had drawn on the floor of the hotel room Heather was staying in. She sat on the edge of her bed, barking orders at Justin while running fingers through her beautiful raven-black hair. A tingle of joy ran through her at the soft feel of her brand new hair. It felt so good not being bald!

"Heather, are you sure we should be doing this?" Justin asked, as he lifted himself up from the floor and wiped the white chalk from his hands. "I mean, I'm all for tricking Duncan and stealing the million dollars from him but…." His brain struggled with the words. "I dunno. This seems a little too weird."

Heather shot her handsome accomplice a scathing glare. "Please, is this any weirder than anything we've add to do in the last two season of this crappy show?"

Justin looked around at Heather's room; there was now a large circle of chalk covering the floor, the lights were off with light only coming from the candles that were everywhere- floor, dressers, bed, and there was a giant spell book lying open in the middle of the circle. The whole setting looked kind of creepy.

"…Yeah, I would say a whole lot weirder." He admitted. When Heather started to growl and, strangely enough, her hair began to slightly rise with her rage, Justin held up his hands in defense. "Look, all I'm saying is that a lot of things can go wrong. How do you if those spirit voodoo things are going to come and help us?"

"Trust me, I know." Heather said, giving a confident smirk as she patted her long, lustrous hair. "I tested it out about two hours ago and asked the spirits from the other side to give me new hair."

Justin blinked and stared. Had all his hairspray gone to his head or was Heather's new hair moving a little? The handsome hunk shook his head. Maybe he was just overworking his brain. Deciding not to dwell on it, Justin raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow and asked, "And they just gave it to you? Didn't ask for anything in return?"

"Oh, well, they did." Heather replied sounding completely unconcerned by the matter. She began to file her fingernails. "But I told them about the plan and I agreed to split some of the reward with them."

"Oh." Justin didn't really like the idea of having to share the money with both Heather and some greedy spirits, but hey, if it got him at least some of the million…

"Hey wait, where's my role in all this?" Justin asked. He knew that Heather was going to perform the spell to call in the voodoo spirits, but what was he supposed to do besides steal chalk and candles? "It better not be something that I'll mess up my face!"

Heather flashed him a suspiciously sweet smile. "Oh, don't worry. All you have to do is make sure that Duncan stays in the circle while I perform the spell."

"Okay," Justin said, "but how do you know that Duncan is even coming? He doesn't like either of us."

At that moment, somebody knocked at Heather's door.

Heather leaped from the bed, hair flowing behind her. "That's him!" She shot Justin a glare. "Hide!"

Justin dove into her closet just as Heather strode across the length of her room and reached the door. She opened it a crack and saw Duncan's scowling face glaring at hers.

"You have five minutes." Duncan growled in a threatening manner. He held up his hand, spreading his fingers. "FIVE!" he repeated, clenching the hand into a fist. "After that, there's a pool screaming to have an intern thrown in it."

"Oh, don't worry. This won't take long." Heather said before quickly grabbing the delinquent's arm and roughly pulling him into her room, Duncan uttering a loud "Hey!" in surprise all the while.

Once pulled inside, Duncan looked around the darkened hotel room which was lit only by a couple of pink candles; his blue eyes were wide and he had an eyebrow raised in suspicion. "Okay, did you and Gwen switch rooms?" he asked, noting the dark creepiness radiating from every fiber of the room.

"Like I'd ever voluntary sleep in the same room that Goth freak's been in." Heather scornfully replied, ignoring the glare that Duncan shot her- Gwen was one of his best friends on the show. Heather gestured towards the candles. "The lights in my room just went out."

If Duncan had found the quick answer a little too suspicious, he simply ignored the gut feelings and shrugged. It wasn't as if he was going to be staying long anyway. Duncan just wanted to find out what these friends of Heather had to say about his and Courtney's relationship and leave. Heather walked across the room with Duncan following behind. From the closet, Justin was watching everything though a crack in the doorway. The moment the dark-haired, mohawked delinquent unwarily stepped inside the chalk circle drawn into the floor, all the candles' flames flickered at once as if a strange wind had blown through. Strangely shaped shadows slowly rose from the floor like dead rising from the graves; each shadow had ghastly expressions where their faces should be.

Of course, Duncan noticed none of this.

The delinquent stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at Heather through half-lidded eyes. "So," he said, throwing his arms out, "I'm here. Where are you're so called friends?" The shadows gathered behind him, reflected in the candlelight. Out of pure instinct, Duncan whirled around as if sensing another presence. Instantly, the shadows scattered like cockroaches and Duncan saw nothing. He scratched the back of his, slightly puzzled. He could have sworn…

"Don't worry, you'll see them soon." Heather reassured, eyes narrowed into dark grey slits as she stared at him. She looked like a cat that had just trapped a mouse between its claws. To someone like Duncan, who was used to being the predator, it began to deeply unnerve him for reasons he couldn't understand. He knew Heather was a bitch to everyone, but usually he was on even ground with her. Heather might be able manipulate people like Beth and Lindsay- honestly, who couldn't?- and be able to trick Gwen and Trent- Duncan wondered how someone like Gwen could fall for such a gullible guy-, but he was usually too street smart and independent to fall for Heather's tricks. He formed an alliance with her once in the show, but on his own terms and for his own gain. When it came down to it, Duncan and Heather were pretty evenly matched competitors.

But not right now. Right now, Duncan knew that Heather was hiding something- he was sure of it. She knew something that he didn't…something that gave her the upper hand. But what was it? Duncan had no weaknesses! He had no secrets! He had nothing that Heather could hold against him!

…Crap, she found the picture of Courtney under his pillow, hadn't she?

"Were you sneaking in my room?!" Duncan demanded, pointing an accusing finger at the devious, black-hearted witch. Unknowingly behind him, the shadows looked at each other, shaking their shadowy heads in puzzlement.

Heather looked genuinely confused. "Uhh...no?"

Duncan exhaled and wiped his forehead with relief. "Good, the picture under my pillow is safe…"

"What was that?" Heather asked.

"Nothing." Duncan said, mentally slapping himself. "Now about those friends…"

Heather stood up the bed and slowly strode over to where Duncan stood. Her long, sable hair swished back and forth behind him as if taken a life of its own. She stopped before Duncan, hands on her hips and with a rare smile stretched across her face.

"Before you meet my friends, I first need to know that you'll trust me with this." Heather said, sounding as sincere as could be. She placed a hand over her heart as she spoke. "You're a good teammate. Our team wouldn't have made it as far as it did without you as a Captain."

Suspicious or not, Duncan couldn't help but give a cocky smirk at the comment. "You're right about that!"

"Right," Heather said in a cold voice before continuing with the previous warmer tone, "For that reason, I want to help you catch Courtney in your web again. Instead of you crawling to her, she'll be crawling back to you." She held out her hand towards the delinquent. "So," she purred, "what do you say? Want to shake on it?"

Duncan warily stared at her outstretched hand as if it held a poisonous spider, and made no move towards it. His blue eyes flicked up at Heather, brow lowered and raised in a fashion that clearly said "Are you kidding me?"

Heather rolled her eyes in reply. "Come on! It's just a handshake!"

Duncan's eyes moved from Heather to her hand once again. His own hand slowly came up and moved towards Heather's. It felt as though time had stood still. Every presence, known or not, seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation.

At last, Duncan's hand grasped Heather's. They shook.

"Now what?" the delinquent asked, looking unimpressed. He looked up to gaze at Heather's face and then let out a gasp of shock, letting go of Heather's hand and stumbling backwards, almost falling, his wide blue eyes never leaving the sight of Heather.

Heather stood with a devious sneer painted upon her face, staring at Duncan through wicked narrowed eyes; behind her head, Heather's long black hair had risen up into the hair and was withering and thrashing as if it had a mind of its own.

"Now, criminal, you going to finally meet my friends on the other side!" Heather darkly chuckled. She lifted her arms up and the candle flames rose and flared like a sprout of fire, casting light of dark red and purple all over the room. The shadow beings shrieked in wicked delight and whirled across the floors and ceilings of the room, casting Duncan evil, gleeful expressions with slanted eyes and jagged teeth.

"What the hell is this?" Duncan yelled, staring all around at whirlwind of shadows and flames. He tried to back away towards to the door but suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck in a tight head lock. He gasped for breath and managed to twist his head around enough to see the face of his attacker.

"JUSTIN?!" Duncan gasped.

"Going somewhere?" Justin sneered, tightening his hold.

"Okay, Heather's hair is alive, Justin's helping with voodoo magic, there are creepy shadow things crawling on walls like flies." Duncan choked out, trying to loosen Justin's grasp around his neck. "C-Can this get any weirder?"

Suddenly the door slammed opened and revealed Gwen's voodoo doll, which now bared a resemblance to Duncan rather than Chris.

"COME ON!" Duncan complained to whatever force was at work. "It was a rhetorical question!"

The fiendish little ragdoll scampered across the room, the door slamming shut behind it. It let out an inhuman squeal and came to a halt by the open spell book. It gave a nasty smile and there was a small Poof! which included a puff of purple smoke. When the purplish smoke cleared, Duncan saw that there were now three voodoo dolls- ones resembling Justin and Heather as well.

"Are you ready?" Heather loudly asked, eyes shining with wicked delight. She was enjoying the overwhelming sense of power consuming her. The shadows beings crowed and seemed to scatter around the room surfaces even more wildly than before. The voodoo dolls smiled evilly at each other and took needles out of their rag bodies. They began beating them against the floor making the sound of drums echo throughout the room.

"TRANSFORMATION!" the creepy dolls chanted. "TRANSFORMATION!"

"Care to tell me what they're talking about?" Duncan ventured to ask, rolling his eyes to Justin. The model looked just as clueless as Duncan and shrugged his shoulders in response.

The drumbeat grew faster as the shadows' cackles became louder. The Justin and Duncan voodoo dolls started to unleash a purple-red light. Two shadows rose from within the ragged figures and shot towards both Duncan and Justin, going through their bodies.

"AARGGH!!" the two boys screamed, their blue eyes stretched out in shock and horror. Spiraling green light circled around each of them. In his stunned surprise, Justin had let go of Duncan. The delinquent stumbled to his knees, hands holding his head, with green light partially clouding his vision. Before him, Heather seemed to towering over him as if he were growing smaller. Duncan gazed down at his body and his mouth open, as if unleashing a silent scream. It was changing! He could if it morphing, turning him into something inhuman as he grew smaller and smaller and smaller…

"Your million dollars are mine!" He heard Heather cruelly proclaim through blinding green light. "Thanks to my friends on the other side!"

Everything around Duncan had become giant, all the lights and shadows were blurring into a giant whirlwind of chaos and he felt as though he was seeing four of everything. His head pounded with pain and dizziness. Voices roared all around him.

"YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!"

"BUT YOU LOST WHAT YOU HAD!"

Finally Duncan looked down at his body, gave a strangled gasp, and all went black for him.

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My twin sister complained because I didn't make Heather sing. I'm sorry to say that I won't have the characters sing the songs from the movie (though I love the songs to death). The goal of this story is to show how I believe the plot of the Princess and Frog would play out in the Total Drama universe. Since there's no million dollars being offered to the characters like in TDM, they're not singing. I added the voodoo dolls singing if that makes you guys feel any better!

The next chapter is probably going to be my favorite to write...mainly because it shows what happens to I'm so cruel to him in this If you've seen the movie, then probably you guys can guess what's happened to him. Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Read and review!