Okay, so i've just recently (okay, not so recently. Like an entire decade ago. Gawdd, i'm sorry, I HAVE NO EXCUSE.) received a PM from one of my (loyal) readers to continue TFI. Aaaaaaaand, I guess Im going to. Lately, ive been working on a book that I want to get published before the year ends, so ive been VERY busy lately. I finally noticed that I havent continued TFI for like, a couple of months after i posted the first real chapter. Im really sorry for that, and I dont have a really good excuse. So, pelt me with your various fruits and objects, but just keep them nice, PG-rated, and virtual. Heh. So, im going to dedicate this story to XxGravity-Help-MexX, for finally helping me to my senses. *glomps*
Oh, and for the team names, I was too lazy to think of any (XD) so, I took a few suggestions from the public domain. AKA, you guys.
I should probably stop blabbering now. Hehe. I tend to do that sometimes. Okay, a lot. GAHH!! okay, on with the story....
DISCLAIMER: I do not own TDI. *insert super-sad-y-face here* Oh. But I do own TFI. YAY FOR ME.
*THEME SONG FOR ORIGINAL TDI PLAYS*
Chris stood in front of the Hollywood mansion in the same spot where he stood in the last episode, arms wide open. "Hehhh-looooooo entire nation of the continental United States and...Canada!! This is Chris McCleanand here is our second episode of Total! Freak! IIIIIISLAND!!"
*camera zooms out on view of Chris in front of a huge, California mansion*
"You've already met our contestants yesterday, and now it's time to start the freak-i-ness! After all the contestants got together and started to get to know each other a little bit yesterday, we've finally decided to put them into two different teams. Starting, well...NOW. Cue the freaks, Bill!"
Everyone from last week exited out of the mansion, all in a forced, orderly fashion, due to Chef Hatchet marching right behind them, a chainsaw clenched and ready in his hands.
"Ahh, Chef. We've gone off the charts in ratings since the premiere of season two. You can use your chainsaw after a few more episodes, when the ratings are down, okay?"
Chef growled, but threw the chainsaw on the street anyway, hitting a pedestrian right in the forehead.
"Hey, you guys are shooting Total Freak Island! Cool, ohmigosh!! Look it's Chef Ha- OW!!"
"Cheeeefff." Chris crossed his arms across his chest, disapprovingly.
Muttering to himself, Chef picked up his chainsaw and tried to walk over to the unlucky pedestrian to apologize, but the local was already running down the street, screaming away in terror and flopping his arms in every direction.
Chef shrugged, and walked to Chris' side.
"Okay! Now that that's settled and everyone's out here, let's get this show started!" Chris took out a small, index card from his right pocket, and read two names out loud.
"Asher, to my left. Spencer, my right."
Asher grinned to be first, his pulse beating faster for the hope of surprise, as he sprinted to Chris' directed location. Although, as Spencer started his way to Chris' right, various comments and exclamations burst out from the crowd of teenagers behind him.
"Look it's the gay freak!"
"Gaylord!!"
"Shut up, he's gonna hit you with his purse!"
Everyone laughed at the comments, but Sylvia was the only one who happened to stay quiet.
"Can you guys just shut up? He's NOT gay. He just lives in a family of all girls and was raised with them. He couldn't help it! So can all of you just shut the fuck up, with all those stereo-typist side comments?!"
Everyone's laughter died down instantly.
"Oh," Sylvia's face blushed furiously. "That was kinda mean. Sorry 'bout that..."
Spencer shot Sylvia a thanks-for-that look.
Sylvia just smiled back, as if to say, don't-mention-it.
When everyone had calmed down and the two boys were by Chris' side, Chris opened his mouth again to continue. "Thank you for that, Sylvia. But, we're trying to keep this show on Cartoon Network, so, keep the cuss words to a minimum, okay?"
Sylvia's face blushed furiously once again, but she managed a small nod.
"Okay! Now that we've got everything settled, I'd like to put you guys into teams."
Everyone's facial expressions went serious, and their bodies stiffened.
"Hah!" Chris laughed, nudging Chef. "That, was really funny! Way to build the tension, guys!"
A grim, fierce scowl replaced the scared expression on everybody's faces.
"Geez, I get it... Okay! For the teams- Asher, your team will be named the Mad Maniacs! At least the name suits you..."
Asher threw him a death glare, and Chris backed away as Asher pulled something out of his pocket.
"Hey! Okay, sorry, sorry!! Just don't go all emo on me, gosh... No offense, Jack."
Jack smirked. "None taken. I knew you were gonna say that, anyway." He tapped the side of his head.
"No need to show off..." Chris muttered under his breath. "Anyway, for Spencer's team, you guys will be named the Wicked Weirdos! And, joining the Wicked Weirdos will be... the weird, random girl, Meaghan!! The clumsy, accident-prone Kaylle!! The little emo kid who hides in his own emo corner, Jack!! Haha... Sorry. Force of habit. Oh yeah, the rich, incredibly-shy Sabrina!! Dog-boy Willis!! Aaaand the can-change-people's-bodies-with-his-mind-musician-freak Devon!! Oh, and for your cabin advisors, you guys will be having Izzy and Owen!"
The called people walked over next to Spencer, not that all enthusiastic.
"And for Asher's team, the Mad Maniacs, the team members are going to be... The weirdly-calm, ladies' man Jake!! The circus-performer-slash-rocker-slash-musician, Melissa!! Bug Freak, Shellby!! The ditzy girl with super-strength and a cussing problem, Sylvia!! And last, but not least, or else she'll bite you..., Rachelle!! Vampire girl!! Haha... And for your camp advisors, you guys will obviously be having Duncan, Courtney, and Gwen!"
The rest of the crowd of teenagers joined Asher on Chris' left, and Chris blew a whistle. "Okay, guys! Now, time to start the DRAMA. Everyone, follow meeeee!"
A jumble of murmurs, whispers, and suspicions came from the crowd, but the teenagers reluctantly followed Chris anyway into the mansion.
As the two teams were walking up the beige, spiral grand staircase, different groups broke into various discussions.
"Kaylle?" Jack called, nudging her elbow as he walked next to her.
"Yeah, Jack?" Kaylle turned, studying his eyes. Today they were a bright blue, on the verge of turning the exact color of the sky.
"I'm curious. How did you do that?" He whispered, recalling on their little conversation the other day.
Kaylle's eyes furrowed. "Do what?"
"Think something, but say something different. That isn't possible." Jack said, staring Kaylle right in the eye.
Her eyes fluttered, and her cheeks went a light pink shade. "You know how I'm freakishly clumsy, right?"
He nodded.
"My parents say one time I hit my head on a brick wall when I was just eight, and ever since my brain's sort of screwed up." The blush grew darker. She couldn't believe she was explaining this to someone she had just met yesterday. But something deep inside her knew that it was okay to. Which was really making her frustrated.
"Hah." Jack laughed lightly, shaking his head. "So I guess you're the only one who knows how to keep your thoughts from me...that's a first."
Kaylle grinned at him.
Meanwhile with the other contestants...
"Sylvia!" Spencer whisper-screamed from the back of the crowd of teenagers.
Sylvia's head whipped away from Meaghan, interrupting her speech on why unicorns and magical ponies with a horn on its head are completely different things, as her eyes scanned behind her. When they rested on Spencer, hands flapping and waving in every direction, she sighed. She tapped Meaghan on the shoulder. "Hold up. Spencer's calling me."
After speed-walking through the collection of teens, she finally reached Spencer at the back. "What is it, Spencer?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Okay..." He started, his voice low in a whisper. "I need your help. I think I'm starting to have a crush on someone here."
Sylvia's eyes lit up. "Oh my gosh. Serious?!"
Spencer nodded, with a small smile. "Yeah."
"Well, who is it?!"
"It's...well, it's...d-don't laugh, okay? You have to promise not to-"
Sylvia cut him off. "God dammit, TELL ME!!"
"Sylv..." He said disapprovingly. "Remember what Chris said about your cussing issue?"
She rolled her eyes in response. "Whatever. Get to the point!"
Gulping down what seemed like a rock lodged in his throat, Spencer said in something that was lower than a whisper, "I-I think I like Meaghan."
Sylvia's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Her mouth widened into a grin. "Ohmigosh!! Are you serious? That's so adorable! Wait until I tell her! This is so cute and exciting! I-"
"What?" Spencer whisper-yelled. "You can't tell her!"
"Why not?"
"Sylv, this is my first crush."
Sylvia's grin decreased to a small, gaped mouth. "You've got to be kidding me."
Spencer's eyes dropped to the floor. "I... Well, girls have always usually been my friends, not crushes, and, uh, I'm really freaked out right now because I've never felt this way before..."
"AWW!" She threw her hands over Spencer's shoulders. "That is sooo romantic!"
He pushed her off of him. "No, it's not! It's scary and frightening and vomit-inducing and I have no idea what to do! What if she thinks I'm gay like the rest of them?"
"Spencer, no one thinks you're gay! Trust m-"
"EVERYONE FREAKIN' THINKS I'M GAY! BUT I'M NOT GODDAMMIT!!!!!" Spencer screamed.
Chris, Chef, and the other contestants stopped in their tracks to turn to look at Spencer. Some people had shocked expressions plastered onto their faces. A few bit their bottom lips to keep from laughing. Chris was grinning brightly for the hope of the ratings going up for this week.
*static*
Spencer slapped his forehead. "God, I'm an idiot!"
*static*
"Nothing to see here people!" Sylvia yelled, waving her hands in front of her and Spencer. "He's...just venting his feelings! Nothing important..."
The watching crowd casually shrugged, then Chris and Chef Hatchet continued leading the way up the staircase.
After another ten brutal minutes of walking up the never-ending staircase of the TFI mansion, the group finally made a stop at the highest floor, faced with two giant white doors, with Roman-like detail on the borders.
"Oh-kayyy!" Chris exclaimed, his arms motioning toward the doors ta-daaaa style. "You guys are about to be faced with your very first challenge of the season! Now, before I open these doors that lead to the mansion's roof, my contract insists that I need to inform you pupils about the dangerous hazards that this specific challenge consists of. I do not know if what I just said made any sense, but I sound very mature and sophisticated, so, therefore I do not care! Anyway, this challenge may include...ehh, maybe a few helicopters! So, is there anyone here who is afraid of heights?"
No hands were raised.
"Good!" Chris said, clasping his hands together. "Oh, and being afraid of heights may also be known as Acrophobia! Heh. I'm smart! I know big words!!"
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"Heh... Anyway, since none of you guys have that phobia...let's start the first challenge!!!!" Chris excitedly swung the doors open, unveiling a beautiful, sand-colored rooftop, looking over the front and back yard, the park across the street, and the Hollywood logo far in the landscape. The jacuzzi and pool in the backyard glistened a bright aquamarine color, and glittered at the contestants tauntingly. The dark green colors from the lawn and palm trees beautifully clashed with the bright blue and white colors from the water and stone floor. The scene screamed "Hollywood".
The cluster of teenagers were calmly enjoying the view, until hats and hair started flying when a pair of helicopters began to hover over the mansion, while long, sturdy ropes were being brought down to Chef Hatchet.
"Okay!" Chris yelled over the helicopters' noise, grabbing onto his hair, trying to keep it from losing its body and volume. "To complete this challenge, you have to stand on the edge of the building like this," Chris walked over to the indicated spot like so. "And one of the helicopters will swing you a rope! And, when you think you have a good grip on your rope, you'll try to swing over to one of the palm trees, over there," Chris motioned to a bundle of palm trees about two dozen yards away from the mansion's rooftop edge. "And, on these palm trees, are prizes."
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement and curiosity.
Chris grinned. "As you can see, dangling over there, right there on one of the palm trees' branches, are shoes."
All the girls scurried closer for a better look, and, like Chris had said, there were Jimmy Choo's, Dolce and Gabbana's, and Manolo Blahnik's lightly swinging from the branches, like old, rejected pairs of Converse hanging from a telephone pole wire.
"Dolce!! I wantz the Dolce's!!!!"
"Aaaahh!! Pretty shoes! I wants da pretty shoesiez!!"
"Gimme!!!!"
The girls jumped up and down excitedly, ready to jump for the designer shoes without even bothering to use the rope.
"Hey! What if you don't happen to like pretty shoesiez?" Duncan yelled from the crowd of guys, putting quotation marks around 'pretty shoesiez'.
Chris cleared his throat smoothly. "Oh. I got that covered! Ahem. Cheeeeff!"
Plan B, Habitat, and Element skateboards were being slowly brought down from the helicopters, and carefully laid down on the palm tree branches.
Chris grinned. "Happy?"
The guys bolted for the edge of the rooftop, pushing the girls out of their way. They gaped at the skateboards in awe.
"AAAAHH! Plan B!! Me wantiez! Me wantiez!!"
"I wantz ittttt! I wantz it nowww!!"
"Noooo save them!! They're gonna fallz and diez...!!"
The guys pushed and socked each other, and some were calling dibs on specific skateboards already.
"Oh-kayy let's get started!!" Chris said, signaling Chef to go fetch him the two ropes. "Mad Maniacs! Please choose one member from your teeeeam!"
"Let Asher go!" Melissa suggested. "I think he's the only one of us who would like to be first, right guys?"
Duncan coughed. "Excuse me?"
Courtney rolled her eyes. "Let him go, Duncan. This is after all their first season. It's your second."
Duncan replied with a reluctant eye-roll, but gave in to Courtney anyway. "Whatever you say, princess..."
Courtney blushed, wondering why Duncan still remember her nicknamed over the past months.
"Great!" Chris said, gesturing Asher to his right. "Now, Wicked Weirdos, choose a member from your team."
"Izzy."
"Psycho girl."
"Stunt freak."
The choice was obvious and unanimous, so Izzy happily skipped to Chris' side.
Chris cleared his throat. "Now, all you have to do is hold onto your rope, take a good swing, grab whatever object you happen to find to your liking, then, due to the laws of nature, science, and gravity, you will be swung back here, on the mansion rooftop. To lose this challenge, is to fall and lose grip of your rope. So, try not to die, okay everyone? Now, are you guys ready to go?"
Asher nodded eagerly.
"This'll be a piece of cake!" Izzy exclaimed as she crouched, ready to spring when Chris gave the word.
"Ah, ah, ahh..." Chris objected, holding up his index finger. "I almost forgot one little thing!!" He paused, and took out two long, black rectangle-shaped pieces of cloth from his back pocket. "Here are your blindfolds."
"What?" Izzy objected. "You never said anything about blindfolds!"
"Well..." Chris struggled for a reply. "Well, now I am, so too bad!"
Izzy and Asher rolled their eyes as they reluctantly secured their blindfolds around their eyes as Chris demanded.
"Okay! Good! Now, Chef, please hand Asher and Izzy their ropes."
With an evil grin, Chef did the said instructions.
"What the hell?!" Asher complained, letting go of the rope as soon as his palms met it. "This rope is all...sticky and wet!"
"Ew!" Izzy shrieked, doing the same. "What is that stuff?!"
"Hah! Oh yeah! Chef and I got bored, so, we decided to put pancake syrup all over your ropes! Haha, you know, to bring up the ratings!"
"Ugh... You people are seriously sick..." Asher muttered, hesitantly grabbing his rope again.
"Second that..." Izzy muttered back.
Chris blew on his silver whistle. "Asher! GO!!"
Asher took two deep breaths, then jumped off of the 200 foot building, hooting and screaming in joy as if he was on Goliath at Six Flags.
"Whooooo! Hecks yeaa baby! This is the effin' BEST!! I'm a freaking pixie fairy!!! Look at meeeee-" Asher's sentence suddenly got cut off when he slammed face-first right into a palm tree.
"Ouch." Chris, Chef, and the other contestants said in unison, covering their mouths in horror.
"Whooo!" Asher roared as he flashed a thumbs-up to Chris, Chef, the camera crew, and stunned paramedics to the side of the house. "That was awwwesome!"
"What the hell?!!" Jake yelled in disbelief from behind Chris. "That isn't fricking possible, dude!!"
Melissa, at Jake's left, jabbed him in the ribs and scowl-whispered, "He's got a high tolerance of pain,"
"Yup!" Asher yelled back in confirmation, as he started to climb up the palm tree, kicking off his abused black Converse. "She's right! Look," He slipped off his socks, and then climbed the rest of the way up barefoot. After he settled onto one of the palm tree's branches, he swung his feet happily, giving the people below him a perfect view of the bottom of his feet.
Everyone shared a collective gasp at the redness, splinters, and swollen toes.
"Doesn't that hurt you?" Devon shouted at Asher, shaking his head disbelievingly.
"Nah! High tolerance of pain, remember?" Asher grinned at him, revealing a set of perfect, straight white teeth. He carelessly grabbed a skateboard, and motioned for the helicopter to swing back the rope to him. Once he had the skateboard safely cradled into one of arms, and the rope gripped securely in the other, he leaped into the air, screaming and hooting in joy like the first time.
When Asher was safely back at the mansion rooftop, Chris congratulated him with a high-five. "Whooa! That was awesome, dude!"
For the next half hour, the rest of the contestants attempted to complete the challenge, some failing, while others managed to succeed. And when almost everybody had completed the challenge, Jake started up some drama.
"I-I can't do it." He whispered, quivering on the edge of the building, a sheet of sweat forming of his forehead.
"What? Why not?!" Chris asked, paying no attention to his feelings, only to the ratings.
"I-I-I'm afraid of-"
Jack cut him off with a smirk. "He's afraid of heights."
Jake rolled his eyes. "I could've said that myself, you-"
"Emo, wrist-slitting, Avenged-Sevenfold-listening skater freak." Jack finished. "Yeah. I get that a lot."
Kaylle, right below Jack's right shoulder, held back a laugh at Jake, but a small giggle managed to escape.
Soon enough, Duncan, Gwen, and Owen were snickering, and Melissa and Asher were snorting. In no time, everybody burst into laughter.
Jake's face reddened furiously. "I-I...You little emo...Y-you shut up!"
Everyone laughed even harder.
Jake was starting to become enraged with Jack, never being embarrassed in his entire life. So, he figured he should take things into his own hands. Physically.
He swung a fist at Jack, but Jack maneuvered out of the way right on time, thanks to his connection to Jake's mind.
The laughing teens grew quiet, forming a circle around the two. Chris waved the camera crew closer, so they could get a better view.
Jake swung the other fist at Jack, and another two following that, with Jack dodging out of the way every single time.
The other contestants started laughing again, which finally threw Jake off the edge.
He struggled to hold his clenched fists to his sides, away from Jack's face, making everyone grow silent once again. His bright red face flourished into an even redder shade, if that was even possible. He whipped away from Jack and stomped over to Chris.
"Y'know what, Chris?! I CAN'T [bleep]IN' TAKE THIS BULL[bleep] ANYMORE!!!! IM [bleep]ING LEAVING!!!!!"
*static*
Chris sat in front of the camera, lounging on the red chaise. "Yeah! We hired a bleep inserter-er!"
*static*
And with that, Jake retreated into the mansion, to gather his things and leave, back to Oklahoma.
The remaining contestants were left stunned, along with Chris, Chef, the camera crew, and even the eavesdropping paramedics off to the side of the house.
"Wowwww." Chris said, breaking the silence. "Okay, that was really unexpected! Even for me! See, I usually always know what's gonna happen, but that caught me off guard!"
"Is he really leaving?" Willis asked. He stared at the door which Jake had slammed in his dramatic exit, as if expecting Jake to swing it open and come back.
"Yup," Jack confirmed with a well-practiced blank face, hiding all the excitement he felt on the inside.
"Hmm." Chris said, shaking his head. He'd been planning of asking Jake about his hair-styling techniques later that day. "So, I guess that makes up for today's elimination... Jake Daniels, the cool, laid-back ladies' man, lost his cool for the first time! And, literally kicked himself out of the show! Sooo, see ya next time on TOTAL!!!! FREAK!!!! IIIIIIISLAND!!!!"
Soooo, there it is! The long-awaited chapter!! Again, please don't hate me guys. I still feel really sorry. And, to whoever made Jake, sorry. Someone had to go! (:
Oh, & big props to My Chemical Romance, Green Day, and Mindless Self Indulgence. Really helped me get through writer's block!! :D
And I wont post the next chappy 'til I get at least ten reviews. :D