Author's Notes: This was a doozy to write. Hope you guys enjoyed it, and as always; all constructive criticism is welcome!
Congratulations to chainforced, StayOuttaMyShed, and a Guest by the way, for correctly naming Zeke's - er, I mean Ezekiel's running gag.
Recap:
"Last time on Total Drama Island: The Killer Bass finally dodged their pathetic losing streak against the Gophers. There were bruises, tears, risky moves, and dangerous alliances! And in the end it was wannabee-goth girl Gwen who lost the game and got sent home. This week, another challenge will send one more camper on a cruise to Loserville; population: four!"
"Who will sink? And who will stay afloat? Find out right now, on Total! Drama! Island!"
Screaming Gopher's Cabin (Boy's Side)
Noah glared daggers at the occupied bed across him, brows furrowing in anger as he quietly seethed on his own bed.
Confessional: Noah
Noah lets out a low growl, arms crossed in silent fury. "If that male bimbo thinks he can continually blackmail me without repercussions, he's got another thing coming."
He looks away, a nervous frown tugging at his face. "…But I can't help but wonder how he managed to find out in the first place…"
Screaming Gopher's Cabin (Girl's Side)
"Okay, this is so way beyond bad!"
Lindsay let out a whimper as she held up an empty tube of tanner, waking up an irritated Heather sleeping across from her. "I'm out of fake tanner already!"
The queen bee glared, holding up her pink sleeping mask as she rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's tragic."
"Now I have to actually like, suntan! In the sun!" The blonde sighed despairingly, standing up to toss the empty container in the trash bin. "Do you realize how shriveled and wrinkly that can make your skin?"
She pouted as she took a seat on her friend's bed. "You're sooo lucky though. You already have perfect skin! You have to tell me your secret!"
Heather let out a confident snort. "Sorry Lindsay, but it's all natural."
The other girl let out a disappointed whine as the queen bee allowed a small smile to discreetly move up her face.
A loud screech suddenly blared through the campsite, shocking the two girls as the irritatingly familiar voice of their host boomed out the island's speakers.
"BEAUTY SLEEP'S OVER CAMPERS! IT'S TIME FOR TODAY'S CHALLENGE, AND BE READY TO DANCE WITH THE STARS!"
Stadium Area
As the remaining nineteen teenagers sat around the audience area in front of a large stage, Lindsay turned to Heather with a cheerful grin on her face.
"Are we gonna see a musical?" she squealed excitedly. "I love musicals! Especially ones with singing and dancing."
The Korean teen gave her teammate a blank stare as the curtains surrounding the stage drew back, revealing a grinning Chris.
"Welcome campers, to our brand new, state of the art, outdoor amphitheatre!"
The host gestured to the stage in a 'behold' motion, and immediately after he spoke a light came crashing to the ground.
The teens looked on, unimpressed.
Chris pouted at their reactions before beginning to speak. "This week's challenge is a summer camp favorite: a talent contest! Both teams will be given eight hours to pick the three most talented campers. These three will represent them in the show tonight. Anything's fine as long as no one dies in the process. Losing your humanity and turning into a feral imp incapable of speech, along with losing most of your body parts and getting stuck in a nifty trauma chair is totally okay and not lawsuit-worthy in my book!"
Ezekiel raised an eyebrow. "That was oddly specific, eh."
"You'll be judged be our resident talent scout, former DJ, BJ, and rap legend; Grand Master Chef! He will show his approval via, our Chef-o-Meter. The team that loses will have to send one camper home tonight. Good luck, and break a leg!"
Screaming Gopher's Cabin (Outside)
"Okay," Heather nodded to herself as she stood in front of her team, a professional-looking clipboard on hand. "I'm the team captain, so here's how it's gonna work-"
A frowning Leshawna quickly cut her off, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who died and made you team captain?"
The Asian teen raised an eyebrow, annoyed at the interruption. "If you must know, I was voted team captain fair and square. Ask Lindsay and Beth. Isn't that right girls?"
Her two teammates nodded cheerfully in agreement.
The black girl stared at the pair before crossing her arms, grunting in reluctant acceptance. That didn't stop her from glaring daggers at the other girl, however.
Confessional: Leshawna
Leshawna growls darkly at the camera. "I don't trust that white girl, Heather. I have a feeling she's the one behind my home girl's elimination, and if I don't watch my back, I might be next."
She growls. "But Leshawna's not going down without a fight."
The queen bee gave her suspicious teammate a wide grin. "Good! Now that we got that tiny issue in the way, Beth, Lindsay, and I will be the judges. You guys will perform in front of us, and we'll see whether your talent is good enough to use at the challenge. Anyone have any objections?"
No one spoke up.
Heather looked satisfied. "Good."
Killer Bass's Cabin (Outside)
"Okay," Courtney placed her hands on her hips, giving each of her teammates a stern and calculative look. "Who wants to go first?" She turned to the closest camper in front of her. "Zeke, do you know how to do anything impressive?"
"It's Ezekiel. And I'm an archer, but uh…" The homeschooler paused, remembering how he came to be on Total Drama in the first place. "I don't have the best aim."
"Oh, that's wonderful." The CIT rolled her eyes. "Can you do anything else then?"
He tapped his chin in thought before speaking. "I guess I can sing, eh."
"Alright, show us. But do it quickly."
The prairie boy nodded and took a deep breath.
Screaming Gopher's Cabin (Outside)
As Owen chugged down an entire bottle of soda, an exhausted-looking Trent walked over to his watching teammates with a saddened look on his face, taking a seat next to a empathetic Cody.
The brunette patted the guitarist's back in an attempt at comfort.
Noah scoffed, rolling his eyes at the pair as the huge blonde finished his drink with an audible gulp. Owen then proceeded to burp out the alphabet, effectively grossing out Heather and her alliance-mates. Everyone else seemed mostly impressed, cheering loudly as the male bowed.
The queen bee gagged. "You are not doing that in this contest! That's disgusting!"
The blonde shrugged then bent over with a grin. "If you want, I can also toot Beethoven's Fifth!"
"NO!"
The Indian teen stood up, looking done with his team's shenanigans as he made his way past the other campers.
Before the male Gopher could leave however, Heather quickly stepped between the brunette's path, an annoyed frown on her face. "And where do you think you're going? We're having an important meeting here!"
Noah rolled his eyes. "Simple, I have nothing to bring to the table, meaning that my presence here will ultimately be fruitless. Translation; I have no real talent and goodbye."
The queen bee growled as the male brushed past her, making his way off over to the docks.
Justin frowned.
Killer Bass's Cabin (Outside)
Courtney blinked as Ezekiel finished his song, mouth gaping as her teammates were left in stunned silence.
"That was… That was actually pretty good. I mean, your accent's a little too thick for my liking but-"
"That was wicked man!" Harold congratulated. "You definitely have to be in the talent show now."
The prairie boy looked sheepish as most of his teammates nodded in agreement.
"Alright then, that means Ezekiel's the first one in. Who wants to go next?"
A certain male athlete loudly cleared his throat, strutting up to the front of his team. The girls raised their eyebrows, obviously not taken by the brunette's show of bravado.
Tyler didn't seem to notice the bored looks directed at him, practically brimming with confidence as he took out his yo-yo, swinging it around as he began to attempt a series of impressive tricks.
Unfortunately for the athlete, the only thing impressive about his performance was how fast he messed up, ending up tangled within the toy's strings.
Courtney face-palmed, shaking her head.
A passing-by Chris pointed at the boy with an unimpressed frown. "Man, that is weak."
Screaming Gopher's Cabin (Outside)
The Gophers looked impressed as Heather did a petite ballet dance in front of the team, pirouetting around her fellow campers before finally ending her performance with a graceful bow.
Most of her teammates clapped politely as the queen bee giggled, putting on a modest front. "Oh thank you."
"I vote for Heather to be in the contest!" Lindsay quickly announced, looking genuinely impressed by Heather's ballet skills.
Beth nodded. "I second that."
"Aw that's so sweet. Okay, so I guess I'm in."
"Why don't we all take a break for now then?" Justin gave his team a charismatic smile. "I'm sure we're all tired from showing off our skills."
Heather looked suspicious at the Hawaiian teen's sudden suggestion, but shrugged and walked off to join the other girls of her team.
The male supermodel grinned, setting his sights on a certain dark-skinned brunette sitting by the docks.
Killer Bass's Cabin (Outside)
DJ gracefully pranced around as his pink ribbon danced in the wind, his teammates looking varying degrees of confused and impressed as the gentle giant finished his ribbon dance with a whipping motion, followed by an impressive split.
Courtney didn't look as particularly taken with the performance, but shrugged in acceptance. "Fine. Sign him up. Who's next?"
"Oh, me!" Bridgette looked excited as she ran in front of her Bass teammates. "I can stand on my hands for twenty minutes!"
The blonde then proceeded to do a hand-stand beside the black teen, the CIT rolling her eyes as she waved the other girl off. "Standing on your hands. It's definitely interesting, but not quite what we're looking for. Next!"
Harold wordlessly walked over to the surfer. He pointed upwards, took a deep breath, and-
"NEXT!"
The red-head let out a deflated whine as he trudged back to the rest of his observing teammates. Ezekiel looked ready to call Courtney out for the unfair decision, but stopped once the nerd rested a defeated hand on the brunette's shoulder.
The CIT turned back to the rest of the Bass teenagers. "Anyone else?"
Sadie excitedly raised a hand. "Ooh, me and Katie! We've been working on this like, totally cute and cool dance routine-"
"Yeah, I don't think so. Next!"
The bigger girl frowned, huffing indignantly as she glared at the brunette. Courtney ignored her. "Anyone? Anyone at all? No?"
The teen shrugged. "Okay then. I guess that makes it my violin solo, Ezekiel's singing, and DJ's ribbon dance."
Screaming Gopher's Cabin (Outside)
"I call this," Izzy snickered, flicking on the radio. "The dance of the rattlesnake!"
She mimicked the hiss of a rattlesnake, wildly wiggling her body to the rhythm of the exotic music. Owen laughed, entranced by the girl's show as he elbowed an observing Cody. "She's good!"
Heather shrugged. "Eh. Maybe." The teen turned to her brunette alliance-mate. "Beth, you're up."
The brace-covered girl grinned, taking out two batons.
The queen bee yawned. "Baton twirling? Boring."
Beth then proceeded to set the two batons on fire, wildly twirling them around in her hands as the rest of her teammates immediately hid behind objects for cover. Heather yelped as one of the flaming sticks just barely whizzed past her fast. "Are you sure that's safe?!"
"Of course!" Beth laughed. "I've been practicing!" She proceeded to throw the flaming batons into the air, both quickly whirling out of control before turning into flaming missiles as they fell back to earth.
The Gophers let out fearful screams as they ran for the hills, desperate to avoid the burning spears. One of the batons landed with a dull 'poof', burning the forest floor around it to a black crisp before extinguishing. Beth gulped a safe distance away, glancing around her teammates with an awkward smile. "I kinda missed the catching class."
The campers eventually moved away from their safe hiding spots, gathering around the spot where the flames had burned through. Trent raised an eyebrow, pointing to another flaming spot close by. "The bush is on fire."
Justin suddenly burst out one of the spare cabins, a fire extinguisher on hand as he quickly sprayed out the container's contents onto the burning greenery. Once he finished the task, he accepted a water bottle from a love-struck Leshawna before making a show out of ripping his shirt off.
The black girl fanned herself as she, along with Heather's female alliance and Owen, gawked at the sight of the supermodel's well-toned chest and abs. Heather gave the male a dreamy look as she spoke. "Okay, so I think it's me, Trent, and Justin. Any objections?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Dock of Shame
Noah quietly scribbled on a small blue notebook as he sat by the dock's edge, an irritated frown on his face as he stabbed the pencil into the paper's smooth surface.
Owen raised an eyebrow as he approached the smaller boy with a curious grin. "Whatcha' up to Noah?"
The brunette regarded him with a blank look before going to back writing. The blonde pouted at the response, taking a seat next to the fellow Gopher. "Aw c'mon man, you don't need to act so mean."
"…If you must know," the Indian teen finally grumbled, no real bite to his words. "I just occasionally feel the need to write out my thoughts when under some pressure."
The bigger teen looked concerned. "You okay dude?"
Noah shrugged. "It's nothing I can't handle."
"Alright." Owen nudged the brunette, grinning cheekily. "I won't tell anyone about your diary."
The Indian teen rolled his eyes, hiding an amused smile behind his long bangs. "Shut up."
The pair sat in a comfortable silence before Owen spoke up again. "Hey, wanna go swimming? We've got eight hours before the talent show, so we've got time to unwind!" He teasingly pointed at the worry lines on Noah's forehead. "And judging by the looks of that, you need it."
The brunette let out a rare chuckle, playfully swatting away the blonde's hands. "If I must." He stood, notebook still in his hands. "I'll just drop this off and change. I'll be right back."
Owen nodded, giving the other boy a thumbs-up as he treated back towards the cabin.
The brunette was in and out in several minutes, walking back towards his blonde friend with a towel on hand. The bigger teen laughed once again as the pair began to converse, oblivious to the narrowing blue eyes observing them from just behind their team cabin's porch.
Confessional: Justin
Justin smiles arrogantly as he winks at the pocket mirror in front of him, seemingly ignoring the camera's presence entirely. After several minutes of him just checking himself out, he turns straight towards the device with an threatening frown.
"I heard what Noah said in this morning's confessional." He comments. "And I don't much appreciate people insulting my beautiful masterpiece of a face."
He grins almost sadistically, the mirror's handle trembling under his tight grip. "My mom's a dog trainer, and if there's one thing I learned about training animals, it's that you need to give them a little discipline in order to make a loyal, well-trained pet."
The supermodel chuckles darkly as he reaches into his pocket and holds up a small notebook.
He simply gives the camera an innocent smile.
Amphitheatre Area [Late Afternoon]
Katie let out a sad sigh as she watched Courtney tune her violin onstage, gently squeezing Sadie's hand in hers as she looked on in envy. "I wish we could dance for the talent show…"
Sadie nodded, looking equally downcast. "Yeah… If Courtney just gave us a chance, she would've been like, so blown away. I mean we're like the best dancers we know!" The bigger of the pair huffed, crossing her arms as she stuck her tongue out at the CIT. "I bet the only reason she didn't let us perform is 'cause she's still sore about Eva."
Bridgette glanced at the pair with a sympathetic look in her eyes. "Why don't you two dance for us now, then?" The surfer smiled. "You may not be able to perform in the talent show, but at least you can show off to us. Maybe show Courtney a thing or two."
The BFFLs let out excited gasps. "You really mean it?"
DJ paused in his ribbon dance, grinning at the two girls. "I don't see why not."
Geoff laughed in agreement, giving the pair a friendly thumbs up.
Katie and Sadie beamed at their supportive teammates before running offstage to retrieve a radio. The girls ran back as quickly as they left, placing the device on the stage's center as they ran to their memorized dance positions.
As the BFFL's upbeat music played in the background, the two girls happily danced to the song's rhythm. Bridgette clapped politely, chuckling as she observed the pair enjoying the moment.
Their performance went on for a few minutes until Sadie winked, signaling for Katie's grand finale. The dark-skinned girl grinned, Sadie gesturing towards her as she began to spin.
The watching Bass members glanced around in confusion and worry as the whirlwind known as Katie sped up, unconsciously gravitating towards the stage's side. As she neared the stage's edge, a rope had gotten tangled around her arm, making her fall flat on her face.
The spotlight that was once held up by said rope began to sway, the Bass gawking in silent horror once they realized just who was under said lighting device.
Courtney seemed blissfully ignorant to what was happening as she continued to play on with her violin, oblivious to the heavy piece of equipment about to give way right above her.
Just then, an equally unaware Ezekiel walked in front of the CIT as the spotlight finally fell from its place, landing onto the pair with a loud crack.
"Oh crap!"
All members of the Killer Bass gathered around the two campers, frantic over their current states. DJ was the first to speak, looking just about ready to have a panic-induced meltdown. "A-Are you guys okay?!"
Courtney rubbed her nose, looking dazed but otherwise uninjured. Her violin was still clutched tightly in her hands, looking a little worse for wear but otherwise unscathed.
Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Ezekiel. The prairie boy had taken a direct hit and was now face-down on the wooden flooring, whimpering in pain from the sudden blow to the head.
Harold quickly moved into action, ushering the crowded teenagers away from the injured brunette. "Gosh guys, give him some room."
"I-It's okay, I just…" He trailed off as he attempted to sit up, only to end up falling back to the floor with an agonizing whine. "Ow."
"Ezekiel sure took one heck of a header there," Chris joked, grinning as he approached the Killer Bass. The team shot the host several dark looks, which were of course ignored. "Anyway, it's probably just a minor concussion. It shouldn't be a big deal…"
The campers let out relieved sighs.
"…if you didn't sign him up for the talent show that's in fifteen minutes. Dude needs to rest for a couple hours before he can get up and running again."
They all groaned.
Harold sighed, looping an arm around the whimpering homeschooler. "I'll bring him back to the cabin to get some sleep. I'll be right back."
Courtney turned to her teammates, distressed expression clear on her face as the pair walked off. "What the heck are we gonna do now?! We've only got fifteen minutes before the challenge!" She turned to Katie with a furious glare. "This is all your fault!"
Bridgette quickly stepped between the two girls, not wanting the Bass to once again be thrown in disarray. "Look, now's not the time to be arguing. I'll be the one to stand in for Zeke, how does that sound?"
The CIT looked frustrated, pinching the bridge of her nose with a low growl. "Fine." She shot the dark-skinned girl a threatening look. "But this isn't over. I'd watch my back if I were you."
Katie gulped.
Amphitheatre Area [Early Sundown]
Courtney swallowed as she observed the other competitors practice onstage, turning to Bridgette with a nervous frown. "Are you sure you're up for this?"
"Hey, I can do this," The surfer held up a chip before popping it in her mouth and chewing. "I won't let you guys down, trust me."
"Hi Bridgette," Heather greeted cheerfully. "Oh, too bad about the accident. I guess Katie's getting her fifteen seconds of fame after all, huh?"
"What are you insinuating?"
"Oh nothing." The queen bee shrugged nonchalantly. "No one would sabotage their own teammate. Unless they already did it once before. After all, a leopard doesn't lose its spots. But what do I know?"
Heather giggled innocently as she walked away, leaving the two Bass girls to ponder her words.
Confessional: Heather
Heather rolls her eyes. "What a bunch of losers. It's so easy it's almost not fun."
She chuckles darkly. "Almost."
"It's the TDI talent extravaganza!" Chris announced, grinning as he made his way to the stage's center.
"Welcome to the very first Camp Wawanakwa Talent Contest; where six campers will showcase their mad skills, and desperately try not to humiliate themselves while doing it. First up for the Screaming Gophers: Heather!"
Most of the campers applauded as Heather walked onstage, dressed in the outfit of a dainty ballerina. Classical music played on in the background as she began her elegant dance, making a pirouette here and there before ending with a graceful bow.
Chris laughed, pointing up at the Chef-o-Meter. "Looks like Heather's dance scored a good six for the Gophers. It's a good start, but can the next Bass player top it? Let's hear it for the big guy: DJ!"
The Killer Bass all cheered excitedly as DJ burst out from the sides, majestically twirling around his ribbon as he quickly pranced around the stage. The performance seemed to be going well for the most part, until the ribbon got caught up in said camper's leg, resulting in a not-so-graceful face-plant onto the stage's wooden flooring.
The black male immediately tried to recover, only to end the botched dance with an awkward pose.
Chris walked up to the black male with a raised eyebrow, looking amused. "Dainty, and yet masculine. Let's see what Grand Master Chef thinks!"
The host gestured upwards at the scoring meter, which only shone a measly two green lights. He looked unimpressed. "Not much. So with two down and four acts to go, it's the Screaming Gophers screaming ahead! Next on deck: Trent!"
The Gophers cheered as the musician slowly trudged upstage, guitar on hand. He let out a downtrodden sigh as he began to play.
"They say we've only got summer,"
"And I know, that's really a bummer,"
"We could've swam in the sun, and had lots of fun,"
"It would've been, just the two of us,"
"Nothing to do but hang,"
"So, let me say only this,"
"Why didn't you,"
"Stick around for just one kiss."
The amphitheatre went awkwardly silent as the guitarist finished, most campers aware of who the song was most likely dedicated to. Chris raised an eyebrow at the depressing lyrics. "A little too much teen angst for my taste, but it seems like Grand Master Chef somewhat likes it, giving the Gophers a five outta nine!"
Trent nodded before silently retreating back to the audience area. "Three down and three to go, and the Killer Bass are totally sucking so far. Let's hear it for Bridgette!"
Bridgette swallowed nervously as she eyed the other campers expectantly staring at the stage, her stomach churning uncomfortably as Courtney regarded her with a worried look. "Are you going to be okay?"
The surfer girl gave her teammate a nervous thumbs-up. "D-Definitely. N-No, I'm… great!"
The blonde nodded to herself, taking a deep breath as she flipped over to stand with her hands. She quickly walked out to the stage, a nervous smile playing at her lips as she stared straight at her fellow campers.
As she stood upside-down on the stage, the girl let out an uneasy burp. Cody and Owen snickered.
Bridgette belched once again. Several uneventful seconds passed before finally, the surfer began to vomit.
The campers watching looked horrified as the blonde's barf suddenly went airborne and turned into a disgusting projectile of body fluid, splattering on several unfortunate members of the audience.
Owen screamed as he was hit, letting out a dramatic cry before collapsing on top of a very annoyed Noah. Katie and Sadie were also struck, Katie looking particularly grossed-out before barfing herself. Leshawna was also hit on the Gopher's side, resulting in the teenagers sitting around her quickly dispersing in disgust.
With the stage now completely covered in puke, the blonde's hands slipped under the wet surface, launching her onto the audience and into Tyler's arms.
Lindsay gasped, looking saddened as she bowed her head in disappointment. Heather grinned from behind the curtains.
Chris pinched his nose as he tip-toed around the vomit, looking utterly disgusted yet amused at the Bass member's 'performance'. "Clean up on aisles three, four, five, and six! In the meantime, we'll take a short commercial break to hose the joint down. Eugh."
Commercial
A girl in a huge cow costume walked onscreen, a picture of a magnificent-looking cake serving as a backdrop as she sang.
"Hungry for a tasty snack~? See bright tigers, dolphins, yaks~! Come inside, please join me, at Darwin's Food Safa~ri!"
The girl grinned as she gestured to the food behind her. "Let us put a smile on your plate – uh, I-I mean a face on your plate! A-A smile o-on your face! W-WOAHWOAH-"
The size of her costume's head seemingly too heavy for her to handle, the girl collapsed face-first onto the floor while wildly flailing her arms. Apparently refusing to accept that she had messed up, the girl seemed triumphant.
"Nailed it!"
She proceeded to fart.
The stage now completely barf-free, the host paraded back on with his usual accommodating grin. "Welcome back! Okay, so in a strange turn of events Bridgette's puke fest somehow registered a two-pointer from Grand Master Chef. But, it's not enough to pull ahead of the Screaming Gophers, who hold the lead from their two performers. So without further delay, here's the second best-looking guy in camp - next to yours truly of course: Justin!"
Said Hawaiian teen chuckled as he sauntered upstage, giving the cheering audience a charismatic wink as he focused on one glowering Gopher male in particular. He grinned, taking a seat on a chair placed at the amphitheatre's center.
The brunette cleared his throat, silencing the observing campers.
"A dramatic reading," Justin announced, taking out a blue notebook. He grinned at the watching Noah. "With words written by my dear friend, Noah."
The Indian teen paled in realization, looking pleadingly at the other boy.
"I can't believe this." the Hawaiian mockingly read out. "I've only known that idiot for a couple of days, but there's no denying it. It's undeniably aggravating to admit, but… I think I've fallen for that moron."
Justin trailed off for dramatic effect, obviously enjoying watching his victim squirm uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's just so illogical. We're completely different in all aspects; intelligence, personality, interests… But I'd be lying to myself if I said there wasn't something about that fool that just captivates me."
The male supermodel let out a dreamy sigh as he continued. "That moron's warm smile, their unlimited kindness, the way they always know how to make me laugh… It's disgustingly sappy to write out, but I always end up feeling butterflies flutter around my stomach when I'm near that idiot…"
Owen let out an impressed chuckle, elbowing the frozen brunette sitting beside him with an oblivious grin. "I didn't know you were so poetic, Noah!"
"I…" Noah stood up, looking completely out of it as he quietly stammered. "I need to go."
Before the bigger teen could say anything else, the smaller Gopher broke into a run, desperate to get away from the questioning eyes of his fellow campers.
"Thank you." Justin grinned, closing the notebook with a satisfied hum before smugly sauntering offstage.
"Well then." Chris muttered, looking slightly confused by the strange performance. "I didn't seem to get it, and neither than Grand Master Chef, giving the Gophers a measly point of one! But will that even matter with the Bass's crappy track record? It's down to the final act of the night. Can Courtney with her mad virtuoso skills turn it around?"
The host grinned. "I seriously doubt it. Let's find out!"
Courtney swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath in before placing the violin in between her chin and shoulder, wanting to play just one note as a confidence booster before she went on.
Right as she pressed the bow against the instrument's strings, the violin snapped in two, its broken neck clattering to the ground with a pathetic clunk.
Courtney gaped. "…Oh [BLEEP]."
Bridgette let out a fearful gasp, bringing two shocked hands to her hanging jaw. "W-What are we going to do now?! We have to send someone out there or we're going to lose this!" The blonde bit her lip. "Katie and Sadie are covered in barf, so they're out. That leaves only Tyler, Geoff, and Harold. We already knows Tyler sucks - what about Geoff?"
The party animal scratched his head. "Well, I know some rad skateboard tricks, but my board's over at the cabin-"
"We don't have the time!" Courtney hissed, dropping the broken pieces of her treasured instrument on the floor in panic. "Oh crap, what are we going to do?!"
After a few seconds of tense silence, both girls seemed to come to the same conclusion as they peered out from the amphitheatre's sides.
They stared at a bored-looking Harold who seemed to be picking out a wedgie in his underwear.
The CIT let out a defeated sigh as the surfer ran off from the stage, quickly explaining the situation to the red-head before shoving him over to a mike.
The nerd blinked, expression resembling that of a deer caught in car headlights.
He awkwardly glanced around with a frown.
"Just go for it Harold!" The brunette encouraged, flashing a uneasy smile. "What have you got to lose?"
Harold nodded, taking a deep breath.
"Puh."
Everyone raised an eyebrow.
Right then and there, Harold began to perform a wicked beatbox, stunning all the members of audience into a shocked silence. This continued on until the teen finished his performance with a triumphant 'booyah', smiling unsurely at the other watching teens.
They sat in silence for several seconds before erupting into loud applause, making the Bass member grin happily in response.
"Wicked beatboxing dude!" Chris complimented, pointing back up at the completely filled Chef-o-Meter. "Check it out, Grand Master Chef has declared his winner! Even though they held the lead, the Screaming Gophers have been trampled by the Killer Bass!"
The campers of the Killer Bass practically exploded, cheering as they ran around Harold, yelling out their congratulations and messages of gratitude as the host turned to the Gophers with a smile. "As for the Screaming Gophers; pick your favorite loser, and I'll see you at the bonfire."
The losing team bowed their heads.
Confessional: Justin
Justin holds up a pocket mirror, looking confident as he admires his reflection. "Some people might think I went too far with what happened to Noah, but who cares? Owen's the only real friend he has, and I already have him eating out of the palm of my gorgeous hand."
He laughs.
Bonfire Ceremony
"Kudos to you all for an incredible night of entertainment," Chris commented, eyeing each of the squishy treat-holding Gophers with an amused smile. "Music, drama, and barfing. But there is only one marshmallow left on this plate."
Trent and Justin stared at each other, the pair being the only two members of their team without a marshmallow.
"Trent. Although you gave the Gophers a good score with your musical performance, you pretty much depressed everyone watching. Not exactly good for team morale, dude."
The musician shrugged.
"And Justin. Although your looks charmed pretty much everyone at the camp, reading a dude's diary out loud to the whole world is a pretty jerk move. No kidding. That's really messed up dude."
Justin rolled his eyes, yawning. "Can I have my marshmallow now? I need my beauty sleep."
Chris raised an eyebrow, ignoring the supermodel. "The last marshmallow goes to…"
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"…Okay, there would've been a longer pause but at this point, it's pretty obvious who the lucky camper is."
He threw the final marshmallow over to the grinning dark-skinned teen. "Justin."
The host turned to the sighing Trent. "Time to catch the Boat of Losers brah."
Justin laughed, happily tossing the treat in his mouth as he ignored the glowering Noah behind him. "Aloha, Trent. That means hello, and buh-bye."
The guitarist nodded sadly, making his way down the Dock of Shame as he walked over to the stationary boat waiting for him. His head was bowed down in disappointment, until a familiar voice spoke up.
"Looks like we're in the same boat now, huh?"
Gwen gave him a small smile, black-haired male's eyes widening in surprise as his former teammate stuck out a hand. "G-Gwen? What are you doing here? I thought-"
The goth shushed him as she pulled him up on the boat. "Hey. All you need to know is that we losers stick together."
Trent looked stunned for a moment before grinning, squeezing Gwen's hand within his own as the pair stared into each other's eyes..
As the boat pulled away from the dock, Chris turned to the camera. "Now wasn't that just touching? Looks like it's the end of another dramatic episode. Who will be voted off next? Will Justin get what's coming to him? And will Leshawna's distrust of Heather get the better of her? Find out next time on Total! Drama! Island!"
Voting Confessionals
Lindsay
"Heather told me to vote for Trevor." Lindsay states, looking saddened.
She sighs, looking down at the stall's floor with a downcast expression. "But I still can't believe Taylor and Britney are dating… Even while he flirted with me!"
The blonde crosses her arms. "I'm glad Heather told me about them. Cheating is like, the worst thing you could do to someone, even if they are super cute."
Beth
Beth awkwardly scratches her chin. "I feel bad about voting for Trent, but I guess it's for his own good."
She smiles guiltily. "At least he'll be able to see Gwen again."
Cody
"I hate to say this, but I'm voting for Trent." Cody admits quietly. "He's been acting like such a sad sack since Gwen got voted off. I mean, I like Gwen too but I know she's not exactly into me. It's better this way, I guess."
He crosses his arms. "But what Justin did was seriously messed up. I'd vote for him if I could."
Owen
"I dunno what the deal is with Justin reading that notebook," Owen comments obliviously, chewing on a slice of cake. "I thought the poem Noah wrote was pretty good. I mean, it kinda sounded more like a diary than a poem, but it was still pretty great."
He pauses to swallow. "Oh yeah, Justin also told me to vote for Trent. Sorry man."
Izzy
Izzy laughs as she does a handstand in the stall. "I'm voting for Justin!"
The wild girl suddenly loses her balance, falling right onto the camera as the screen turns to static.
Noah
Noah bows his heard, staring despairingly at the ground. "…Trent."
He says nothing more, looking both angered by Justin's 'performance', along with terrified of what else his teammate had in store for him.
Leshawna
Leshawna shoots a distrusting glare at the camera. "I'm voting for Heather. She might not have done anything yet, but Leshawna's not waitin' around for that devious white girl to make the first move!"
She stares at the camera for a few seconds before frowning. "…But I've gotta admit, Justin's one screwed up guy, no matter how hot."
Heather
Heather flips her hair, looking bored. "Trent. I would vote for ghetto girl, but unlike Mr. Deadweight, at least she's still got some uses."
"I have to say though," the queen bee mutters, looking annoyed. "I didn't like Justin's little 'performance'. I'm the main villain here, and I don't like sharing the spotlight."
Justin
"Trent." Justin states, refusing to spare the camera even a single glance as he admires his reflections on his own two pocket mirrors.
Trent
"Justin, I guess." Trent mutters uncaringly. He sighs, looking down at the stall's floor.
Ending Notes: Ezekiel's one unlucky pain magnet, eh? Also, Noah strikes me as the kind of guy to write everything down while still remaining as passive-aggressive as possible.