Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! Introducing the first ever Total Drama: Pahkitew's Vengeance Aftermath (that is one long title)! And yes, I realize I posted the last episode just yesterday. Go ahead and sue me! I've got Courtney's lawyers just itching for a case!
And as I have nothing else to say, I shall shut up and let you read on!
"Earthquake!" Kiko yelled.
"The Cops!" Maurananei roared.
"The Apocalypse!" Zelda cried in a muffled voice.
"My twin sister!" Eduardo said with a bored tone.
"Neither!" Caroline managed to moan. Maurananei turned to her with a worry all over her. "Well? What is it!?" she roared in a panicked sense. If there is nothing more terrifying than your deepest, darkest fears, it's facing those deep, dark fears in the unknown. And that was what they were experiencing right now.
"Elephant!" Caroline screamed. Maurananei dashed to the window and saw a massive mountain of muscle and bone crashing through the trees, flattening them with ease.
A rippling noise met Zelda's ears and she looked around, once again finding nothing unusual. A couple minutes later Zelda was sure she heard another splash, accompanied by heavy breathing, as if the thing stalking her was a mere 2 feet away.
That was when she was noticed the blonde covered ball sitting on a pile or orange cloth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Zelda screamed, covering her most private parts as Alan moved through the water towards, a sort of disturbing, hungry look in his eye.
Caroline's smile broadened. "Yep. All you have to do is cooperate long enough for us to win. If we don't, I keep up the deal anyway. Do we have a deal?"
Fracture seemed to consider for a brief moment before rearing into the air and kicking and bucking his legs wildly. Cupcake, you've got yerself a deal. Just one question.
"What's that?"
Can I at least torture Chicken Face a little?
"Be my guest." Caroline mischievously smiled. "Just try not to kick him into too many cacti."
"AAAAAAAAAWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"AAAAARRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"HHH-RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
"Why!?" Toni wailed as she shoved her face into her pillow.
(theme song)
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Geoff announced happily, posing for the camera with a smiling Bridgette at his side. "And welcome to the first episode of Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance Aftermath!" he said as the audience cheered and clapped. "That's right, Geoff!" said Bridgette, seating herself and Geoff down on the main couch of the studio. "After three seasons of Total Drama without an Aftermath, we're back and better than ever! And for those of you who've noticed, this is going to be a very special episode!" Bridgette added, gesturing to herself, Geoff and the studio.
The normal amount of comforting lanterns of odd shapes and sizes that hung from the ceiling were replaced with glowing jack o' lanterns, their wide grins smiling on the audience as their eyes glowed. Fake cob webs hung from the spotlights and lined the front of the stage, several real spiders skittering among them. The two floor lights that sat on either side of the stage were dimmed, holographic ghosts and ghouls swirling around inside. The five couches were replaced with black leather ones, their arms and backs made up of arm and leg bones, cobweb patterned pillows sitting on their cushions. The hosts themselves were also decked out, Geoff dressed in a vampire costume and his lucky cowboy hat missing, Bridgette dressed to look like Frankenstein's bride. Geoff grinned at the camera and hissed, showing off his fake fangs as Bridgette cackled, trying to mimic Izzy as lightning sounded from outside.
"That's right! We're kicking off the Aftermath with a Halloween special! And for those of you that haven't noticed . . . . . where have you been sleeping, in a coffin!?" he joked, chuckling as the audience laughed with him. Bridgette smiled and rolled her eyes, continuing on. "And joining me and Geoff as always is the Peanut Gallery!" Bridgette said, gesturing to her left towards two couches on risers. "Unfortunately, since the Total Drama Family has gotten so big, they couldn't all be here. Please welcome the lucky ones that could make it! Dakota, Ezekiel, Sam, Gwen, Zoey, Mike, Ella, and Leonard!" she said, gesturing to the seven teens that lined the couches; Sam was sitting in Dakota's lap playing a video game with Ezekiel sitting on her shoulder like a parrot as she sat on the floor, too big for the couches; Gwen sat on the first couch with her arms folded across her chest next to Zoey and Mike, who were holding hands and smiling as the camera panned over them; Leonard sat in the back row, regaling an enthusiastic Ella with one of his LARPing tales.
"So, Gwen? You glad to be back?" Bridgette asked her friend. Gwen scoffed and blew a strand of dyed hair out of her face. "I'd rather be anywhere else." she grumbled. Bridgette smiled and moved on. "And about you, Zoey?" The redhead smiled nervously and waved at the camera. "Of course! I love Total Drama!" Bridgette smiled as Geoff continued on. "And as we all love Total Drama, what's the show without some losers? We've got the past four contestants booted off the show behind stage right now!" said Geoff, pointing behind him. "But first! It's time for that classic segment you all love!" Geoff cried, standing up as he introduced the next segment. "'That's Gonna Leave a Mark!'"
The sound of an angry elephant fills the shaking scream as Eduardo glanced behind him and flinched slightly as the ground shook and rumbled. The African Elephant suddenly appeared on scream, trunk swinging left and right as it stampeded forward with Anuok, Reese, and Caroline on his back and Zelda in his trunk. Eduardo yelped as the elephant ran him over without concern or probably even knowing he was even there.
"Finally!" Eduardo gasped, his face planted in the dirt and his arms and legs sticking up at odd angles.
Reese was walking through the woods, whistling nervously as he walked up to the confessional. It was night, the moon full and obscured by clouds as a wolf sounded off in the distance. His fingers curled around the door handle and he yanked it open. Suddenly, the psycho-killer with a chainsaw and a hook popped out, chainsaw roaring as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Reese yelled in fright and slammed the door in the psycho-killer's face, watching as the door swung open again and the killer fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Maurananei! Let it go! You've won already!" Chris yelled as Reese screamed. Maurananei ignored the shouts that distracted her from her sick game. She had once been tempted to draw out her knife and make Reese's torture even crueler, but thought better of it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chef, Mitchell, and Micheal preparing to tackle her, save Reese from her. "Time for the swan song." she said to herself. She lightly stepped off of Reese's back, giving him brief relief from the pain that coursed through his body. But it was short lived when he felt a bone crushing force suddenly slam into his back. What had happened was simple; Maurananei charged toward the side of the crater and ricocheted off of it, sailing through the air before landing with her feet planted on Reese's spine. The small boy howled in pain as Maurananei put a foot triumphantly on his skull, shoving it into the dirt. Before she could command anyone to take a picture of her, she slammed into by three large figures: Chef, Mitchell, and a Nisilaha. While Mithcell and Micheal kept Maurananei firmly pinned to the ground, Chef pried Reese out of the sand and slung him over his shoulder, rushing him to the infirmary.
"Ooh! That's gotta be brutal!" Geoff winced as he watched the last clip. "Maurananei sure did a number on the little guy, didn't she?" he chuckled. Despite how he was acting, he truly did feel sorry for the poor kid deep down. Bridgette saw the look in his eye and knew he wasn't going 'Captain Hollywood' as she called it. "She sure did, Geoff. He's pranked the most dangerous girl on the show, and uses pee as a defense mechanism against alien predators! Please welcome Reese!" the monster dress said, the audience clapping and cheering as Reese was shoved on stage by a mean looking Chef. Reese gulped and sat down on the sofa to Geoff and Bridgette's right, nearly peeing himself again when he noticed the human bones.
"So, Reese?" Geoff asked. "How'd it feel to get creamed by Maurananei in the Wild West challenge?" Reese looked at Geoff as if he was the dumbest person on the planet. "What do you think, Geoff? I was stuck in a wheelchair for two weeks after that! I'm never going near Maurananei again!" he cried, folding himself up in a fetal position as Geoff and Bridgette looked at him with concern. Uh, so Reese?" Bridgette asked the small boy. "Was that the scariest encounter you've ever had, or did the last challenge get to you?" Reese tapped his chin in thought before answering a couple minutes later after Geoff reminded him it was a half hour show.
"I'd probably say the Halloween challenge is a close second with Maurananei beating me senseless a close third." he said, sitting back in his seat. Bridgette raised an eyebrow. "Really? What's the number one scariest thing that's ever happened to you?" she asked him.
"Easy. The first time my evil older brothers locked me in the dryer." Reese answered. Geoff was about to speak when he heard something in his ear, pausing for a second before continuing. "Really? It seems our people have found the exact incident. Role the clip!" Geoff yelled to the camera man as everyone looked up at the giant TV screen above them. A young Reese appeared, somewhere between five and eight years of age. He was wondering around what seemed to be a laundry room, easily identified by the hundreds of clothes hanging from the dozens of racks. Little Reese was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders by two older boys and shoved him into an open dryer, slamming the door shut and cackling as they walked out, Little Reese yelling fright and pounding on the dryer door.
"I can't believe your older brothers did that!" Bridgette gasped when the clip ended. The Peanut Gallery were glaring at Reese now, though Reese knew it was more directed at his older brothers. Ezekiel was hissing, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as Dakota growled and stood up. "Dakota mad!" she roared as Sam slid off hr lap into the floor, his hand held video game falling out of his hands. Dakota roared again and stomped up to the TV screen, squishing the couch Geoff and Bridgette were sitting on beneath her feet as the couple dived out of the way. The mutant girl tore the screen from its stand easily and chucked it somewhere off screen, roaring when two small interns came running out with cattle prods. "NO! Dakota no want to go in cage again!" she roared as she picked up the couch Ella and Leonard were sitting on and threw it at them, sending them off the stage as Ella yelped and dove out of the way. Leonard merely held out his hands in front of Dakota yelling "Force Field!" as Dakota's clawed foot came crashing down on him, sending him through the floor and into the basement below.
The audience began to scream and panic as Dakota got more destructive, ripping off a spotlight stand and throwing it into the crowd; Ezekiel was having the time of his life, chasing a terrified Zoey and Mike across the stage as Sam tried desperately to calm down his monster girlfriend.
"We'll be right back after these messages!" Geoff yelled from behind the remains of a sofa before the camera went to static. "Hopefully!" he added as Bridgette screamed in the background.
"Just a little tighter, Geoff." Bridgette instructed her boyfriend as he wrapped a bandage around her head and handed her an icepack. "What? What do you mean we're on?" Bridgette asked when she saw a director in the wings frantically waving at her. She glanced at the camera and realized they were indeed filming. "Oh! Um, we're back!" Bridgette said sheepishly. The studio was a mess, the jack o' lantern lights all smashed on the floor and stuffing and couch bits all over the place. The stage was a lot dimmer than before, all the lights smashed or broken. A large hole was in the middle of the stage, with a thick cloud of dust in the air. The hosts themselves didn't look any better; Geoff had lost a sleeve and was missing his vampire fangs while Bridgette's streaked hair style was a mess and her dress torn and tattered. Dakota was sound asleep near the remains of the peanut gallery couches, quietly snoring with a blanket covering her as Ezekiel dozed on her back. Ella had managed to lull the monstrous girl to sleep, much to everyone's relief.
"Damages aside, we have another special guest up!" Bridgette said, wincing at the stab of pain in her head. " Our next guest uses himself as a cutting board to 'clean himself' and was trampled by an elephant in the first episode! Give it up for Eduardo!" Geoff announced, gesturing to stage left. The audience joined in, even when nobody came out for the first few seconds. Eduardo then came flying across the stage, Chef appearing from the wings and dusting off his hands as Eduardo crash landed into the remains of the guest couch next to a terrified Reese; the fact that his seat gave him a perfect view of Dakota's razor sharp teeth did nothing to calm the small boy.
"Hello, Leslie!" Geoff exclaimed with a smile. Eduardo frowned and covered his ears, glaring at both of the grinning hosts. "I hate loud people," he said quietly. "Just about as much as I hate being alive." Geoff raised an eyebrow and quickly whispered something into Bridgette's ear. The surfer blanked before suddenly gasping. "You can't be serious, Geoff!" she yelled. Geoff sighed. "Trust me when I say I don't like it anymore than you do," he told his girlfriend. "Okay, I might like it a little bit." he admitted after Bridgette glared at him.
"I hate it when people talk about me when like I'm not in the room." Eduardo growled, taking out a pocket knife from his pocket and taking off one of of his arm guards. Before anyone could stop him, he made six quick cuts into his scarred skin, dark red blood seeping out from the wounds until he put the arm guard back on. Geoff and Bridgette blinked before continuing on. "So, uh, Eduardo? I understand you enjoy inflicting massive amounts of pain onto yourself. That was the main reason you joined Total Drama, right?" Bridgette asked the EMO boy. Eduardo nodded. "Yeah, that was one of the main reasons; the other one was my mom. Believe me when I say she's a total BEEP!" Bridgette cringed at the censored word, but continued on. "You know, we have a special segment we think you might like. Would you like to try it?" she asked gently.
Eduardo rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Geoff grinned. "Glad to see you're on board with this." he said. "It's time for everyone's favorite game, 'Truth or Anvil!'" Geoff exclaimed, pointing upwards toward a large anvil that hung from the rafters of the studio by a piece of rope that looked like it would give way at any time. "Here's the rules," Geoff continued. "We'll ask you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully. Lie, and you become pancakes." Eduardo looked up at the anvil and scoffed, blowing a stranding of lose hair from his Mohawk out of his face. "Seriously? An anvil? Is that the best you can do?" he asked. Geoff's face suddenly got scary as he grinned maliciously. Bridgette thought her boyfriend had suddenly been possessed by a demon for a second before realizing he was just acting, and doing a very good job at it.
"Actually, we've got a special surprise for you; lie, and a trapdoor will open up under your feet, plunging you into a piranha tank after you've been hit with three tranquilizer darts and slathered in barbecue sauce!" For once, Eduardo actually seemed impressed. "Ready to play?" Bridgette asked.
"Whatever."
Bridgette grinned as the 'Quizzing Music' began to play. "Eduardo, do you feel threatened by Chris at all, or anyone on the show?"
"No."
Both Geoff and Bridgette flinched, expecting the anvil to hit the teen in the head full force, but the heavy object didn't budge. Geoff continued on with a strange face.
"Are you glad you got kicked out of the game and lost a chance at a cool mil?" Geoff asked.
"No."
The anvil didn't move, and Bridgette continued as Geoff looked up, scratching his head; no one had survived the game this long, not even DJ when he promised to the tell truth for as long as he lived.
"Final question, Eduardo: do you miss your family?" Bridgette asked.
"No."
Bridgette, Geoff, and the peanut gallery (those that were awake anyway) gasped. "How can you not love your family!?" Zoey exclaimed, clearly distressed that someone could even say such a thing.
"Funny. You, Zoey the Lonely, are lecturing me on family. How charming." Eduardo grumbled. Zoey gasped and buried her head into Mike's shoulder. Mike glared at Eduardo, but the EMO kid wasn't done yet. "And you, Mike. Do you honestly believe your parents could possibly love a kid who has an entire family in his head?" Mike opened his mouth to retort a come back, but couldn't find the words. As much as he didn't want to believe Eduardo, there was the nagging thought in the back of his mind. He ignored it and put his attention back to comforting Zoey. "And don't even get me started on Dakota over there." Eduardo grumbled. Geoff made a slicing motion across his throat and Eduardo's words vanished, even though his mouth was still moving. Geoff winced and dug around in his pocket, pulling out a remote with a large red button on it. "Bridge?" he asked quietly, his thumb hovering over the button. Bridgette jerked her head and Geoff thrust his thumb down.
Three darts suddenly shot out from somewhere off stage, striking Eduardo in the neck and arm, sending him out like a like a wave of barbecue sauce was doused on him. A trapdoor opened up under his feet and he plummeted below stage, the sounds of piranha teeth clicking together echoing up out of the hole as the anvil fell from above and sent a wave of water out of the hole. The trapdoor then slid shut and the two teen hosts continued on with the show, trying to ignore the dull chomping sounds beneath their feet. "Uh, well, that happened." Geoff said awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
"Should I save him with a time reversal spell?" Leonard asked. The LARPer had a bandaged wrapped around his head and was sitting next to Ella, who constantly rubbing Dakota's head as she purred like a cat in her sleep. Sam sat on the floor, playing his video game console with the sound off so he wouldn't wake his girlfriend. Geoff shook his head no, and the fake wizard's face fell. "Should we introduce our next guest?" Bridgette whispered, her finger in her ear as she listened to the director. After a few seconds, she returned to face the camera. "So, uh, our next guest plays the violin and is a HUGE PC gamer! Please welcome, Alex!" Bridgette announced. The Korean boy walked on stage with a smile on his face, waving to the audience and giving Geoff a high five before sitting down. He cringed when he saw Dakota's massive bulk sleeping on the other end of the stage but chose to ignore it when Reese gave him a friendly wave.
"So, Alex? I understand you were an adopted child," Bridgette began. "Do you think this had an effect on the way you played the game?" Alex shook his head. "Nah, just some bad luck. Believe me, after my team voted me out for my bad aim, I practiced like a maniac. Same thing happened after I lost my first pro-soccer match." The hosts seemed satisfied with the answer and continued on. "Alex, as you may know, this is our Halloween special. And what's Halloween without some screams?" Geoff asked.
"I dunno. Arbor Day?" Alex guessed.
"It was a rhetorical question, Alex." said Geoff, deadpan.
Two interns then came on stage, each dragging three snarling and growling wolves on leashes attached to red collars with muzzles over their snapping snouts. Alex screamed and dove behind the remains of the sofa, Reese sharing an equal look of fear on his face. "What are those savage beasts doing here!?" Alex shrieked, jabbing a finger at the wild dogs as interns forced them to hold still. Geoff grinned and answered his question. "Because, it's time for a new segment I like to call, 'Face your Scream'!" Alex quaked and shivered as the interns stepped behind the wolves, leaving nothing between him and the savage dogs.
"What do I have to do?" Alex asked nervously as the interns took the muzzles off of the wolves snouts.
"All you have to do is figure out which ones are Toni and Micheal." Bridgette instructed, feeling bad for the boy. She herself had never gotten over her fear of being alone in the forest, no matter what she had said in the confessional in season one. Alex gulped and stepped off the couch, legs shaking as he edged closer to the wolves. The animals starred at him unmatched furry, as if imagining a hundred different ways to tear him limb from limb as they licked their chops. He looked over each one, trying to remember what Toni and Micheal might look like as wolves. Eventually, he settled on two wolves near the back, one black as midnight and the other a seemingly normal one with a regular gray coat. "Those two," he answered, pointing to the two wolves and jumping back when the wolves in the front row snapped at his finger like a tasty morsel.
"Bridge?" Geoff asked. Bridgette opened up a folded piece of paper and quickly read it over before nodding. "Correct, Alex! You guessed right!" she said happily as a red flash lit up the the stage from left. Micheal and Toni stood next to each other, clapping along with the rest of the cast and audience. "How'd you know?" Geoff asked Alex. The boy shrugged. "I dunno. All the other wolves just seemed dumber by comparison. At this, the wolves all roared and growled, foaming at the mouth as they bit away at their leashes; the two interns tried to hold them fast, but the wolves bit through their collars and attacked them without hesitation. The audience began to scream once more, their cries and shrieks outclassed by a much more terrified Alex, who had somehow ended up hanging from one of the spotlight fixtures high above the floor.
Micheal quickly slapped the Animatrix and a red light washed over him, turning him into a large Pteranodon. Toni climbed onto his back before he took to the the air and grabbed Geoff and Bridgette by the backs of their costumes with its talons. The Peanut Gallery had all climbed up on top of Dakota's massive bulk, the wolves too wary of Dakota's snarling and growling to edge closer as she slept. With every beat of Micheal's wings, the wolves fur was blown back, revealing darker skin underneath. "Wait a minute! Those wolves are fake!" Reese suddenly exclaimed from under the couch's remains. The Peanut Gallery and host's looked at him as if he had lost his mind, especially when Alex jumped down from the safety of the ceiling and to the ground, walking up to the wolves without fear. The wolves growled and snarled even more as Alex walked closer, backing up until they were cornered against Dakota. Alex quickly reached forward and grabbed hold of one of a wolf's face and pulled, the sound of fabric ripping coming from it. Everyone gave a collective gasp when they saw the animal's face, all cold and hard and metallic.
"Of course, Chris would switch out fake wolves for real ones." Bridgette muttered under her breath as Micheal floated to the ground and set the couple down. "He didn't have any to begin with." Alex gave a satisfied grin as he walked off stage, the two interns getting up from the stage and taking the robo-wolves off stage with them as they limped and groaned.
"Um, this has been fun and all," said Toni from Micheal's back. "But we gotta fly. Chris wanted us back within the the hour. Adios!" Toni exclaimed before Micheal shot straight up and crashed through the ceiling, Micheal giving one last roar before they vanished into the night. Everyone simply starred up at the hole in the ceiling, ignoring the pile of rubble beneath it. "This night just gets weirder and weirder," Geoff said, starstruck.
"And it's about to get weirder, Geoff," said Bridgette with a smile. "Our next guest is so weird, she'll be kicking the Weird o' meter up to thermal nuclear! Our next guest has wrestled with a crocodile-turned-girl and is originally from Transylvania! Did I read that right?" Bridgette asked herself quietly. "Please give an absolutely frightful welcome for Mortisha!" The audience burst into forced applause as a black figure dropped from the ceiling in a cloud of bats, carrying a gleaming scythe. "I've come for you, Bridgette Camerson and Geoff Hartman." the figure said in a demonic voice, pointing a frail, pale finger at the young couple. Geoff scoffed and chuckled. "You can drop the act, Mortisha. We know it's you."
"Hey, guys! What's up?" Mortisha yelled from the ceiling, hanging upside down from one of the light fixtures, several bats crawling all over her as she waved down at Bridgette and Geoff. "Wait, if you're up there, than who is . . . . . HOLY FREAKIN' MOTHER OF PEARL! IT'S THE GRIM REAPER!" Geoff screamed like a little girl, jumping into Bridgette's arms. Bridgette cocked an eyebrow at her boyfriend's action, but quickly forgot about it when the Grim Reaper pointed his scythe at her face.
"Got ya." he said in a much high voice. The thick, black cloak dropped to the ground to reveal a grinning Alex as the Peanut Gallery laughed and pointed at Geoff's terrified face. Geoff quickly got off of Bridgette's lap and tried to look like nothing happened; it was kind of hard to do when a clip of him jumping into Bridgette's arms was repeating over and over behind him on the slightly repaired monitor. Mortisha jumped down from the ceiling and copied Geoff's actions, mocking him as his face turned red. He quickly made a cutting motion across his throat and the clip stopped playing after a few more runs, freezing on Geoff's terrified face as Alex handed Mortisha her scythe and sat next to Reese on the sofa remains.
"So, Mortisha?" Bridgette asked, trying to get the show back on track. "Is it true that you come from a long line of, and I quote, "creepy and kooky, mysterious spooky" relatives?" Mortisha vigorously nodded, pointing her scythe at Geoff and making him visibly flinch. "Oh, yeah. Definitely. Some of the most scariest and creepiest people in history have been in family, not to mention the strangest!" Mortisha exclaimed. "Take my Uncle Dracula, for instance! Or my Uncle Frankenstein!" Geoff and Bridgette shared a skeptical look, which Mortisha caught. "I'm telling the truth!" she argued. "I'm nothing like Leonard! And I've got the proof to make it solid! Roll the clip!" she yelled to the director.
"Hey, that's my job!" Geoff complained as his terrified face vanished from the monitor to be replaced with a tall and ancient Victorian house in desperate need of a paint job and a landscaping artist; most of the windows were either cracked and broken or boarded up, a large hole big enough for a cow to fit through being in the roof. The camera traveled up to the ancient oak doors and the camera man's hand reached out for the lion headed knocker, which snarled and growled when his hand got too close. The man flinched and opted to knock on the door, a dull, booming thud echoing through the house. The sound of some hideous creature growling in annoyance could be heard, followed by numerous other odd and spine chilling sounds. The door creaked open and a low voice groaned, "You knocked?". The camera man quickly explained in stuttered English he was here for a tour of the house. Before he could even scream, a large, burly, and hairy hand reached out from the darkness and covered the camera, the man's muffled screams filling the air as he was dragged inside the house. The sounds of a light scuffle rocked the camera until it fizzled out, a loud, shrill cackling being the last thing heard before the clip ended.
"Um, okay?" Geoff squeaked, hiding behind his couch's remains with Bridgette. "What happened to the camera man anyway?" he asked, afraid to hear the answer.
"Lets just say he went really well with a side of fries." Mortisha chuckled, using her scythe to whittle away at a broken chair leg from the sofa's broken parts. Bridgette gulped and continued on with a shaky voice. "So, uh, Mortisha? Is it okay if we ask you a few more questions?" Mortisha nodded and brushed aside a lock of her raven black hair, revealing her small scar. "First off, where did you get that scar?" Bridgette asked.
"Ever wrestle a giant squid?"
Bridgette blanked, and Geoff took over. "Why do you and your . . . . family . . . . insist on subject yourself to such horrific stunts?" he asked.
"You want to see something horrific? You try watching an entire episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. See if you survive." Mortisha shot back. "Besides, my pet alligator doesn't want to eat me; biting me and giving me lacerations is just his way of showing me affection!"
"Does Izzy have a twin sister she forgot to tell us about?" Gwen muttered under her breath.
Geoff ignored the comment and continued with the show. "Final question, Mortisha: do you have a crush on anyone in the game?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as a confident smile crossed his lips as Mortisha filed her nails with scythe. "Meh. I had a crush on Micheal for a while, but it kind of faded. Besides, he's got Caroline." she said simply without looking up from her work.
"You didn't answer the question." Bridgette pointed out.
"Fine. I like Trey. Deal with it." she snapped at the surfer girl as the audience gave a collective gasp.
"Is this because he shared a beer with you?" Geoff asked.
"Nah. Besides, I stole that from him, just like I stole the belt that's keeping your pants up." she said mischievously. "What do you mean – AHH!" Geoff cried out as he stood up and his black dress pants fell down to reveal his gray underpants. The audience laughed as the Peanut Gallery stifled their giggles and laughter as Mortisha cracked up and fell onto the floor. "Show time's over, babe!" he hissed to Bridgette as he hiked up his pants and ran off stage, not quite keeping his pants up in the back as Mortisha held out his belt for him, which he grabbed on the run. Bridgette's faced turned red as she continued on with the show.
"Well, that's all the time we have for now! Come back to see a brand new surprise thatt'll set the game on fire! On Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!" Bridgette exclaimed, signing off as Mortisha cackled and thunder rolled. Eduardo's dim "Whatever." could be heard from below stage as Dakota finally woke up and yawned. "What Dakota miss?" she asked.
"It's a long story, Dakota. Trust me on that." Mike told her, rolling his eyes as the lights in the studio faded to black.
And there's the first Aftermath! How'd I do? I know a lot of you thought I should wait until about half the cast was eliminated, but I just couldn't wait! Besides, can anyone imagine an Aftermath that long?
Either way, leave your comments in the reviews below, or PM me your ideas! And see if you can guess what Chris's surprise will be next challenge!
That's all for now, so have a Happy Halloween!
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