Hey, everyone! I'm back with another chapter! Or to be more specific, back with an Aftermath show!
As I have nothing else to say, lets get right down to it!
Onward!
"Hiya, handsome." a silky voice purred seductively. Chef yelped and nearly dropped his device into the hot tub with him, screaming like a little girl upon finding Maurananei standing next to him, resting her head on his broad shoulders and seductively tracing a delicate finger over his collarbone.
"What are ya doin' in here!?" Chef yelled, half in anger and half in fright; the girl was seriously starting to scare him. Not only she try to flirt with him whenever she laid eyes on him, but he had begun to notice several things had gone missing over the past few days; his wooden spatula, his favorite cook's hat, a spare apron, and even the hair on his short beard. He shuddered at the thought and threw Maurananei his best glare, but she didn't even flinch under it, instead giggling like a little girl.
"Checking up on my Chefy Wefy, of course!" she explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Chef, the big, bad, muscled hash slinger who could face the worst of the worst, was now shivering under the mere words of a head-over-heels-in-love girl. With a scream of fright, Chef jumped out of the hot tub, trying to make a run for it. Unfortunately for him, Maurananei grabbed him by his trunks and yanked him back into the hot tub with a splash, slipping off her own clothing and revealing a brand new, white bikini that was very revealing and climbing into the tub with him.
By now, Chef was incredibly creeped out as Maurananei sidled up him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, tracing a single finger over his well defined muscles. She then gave him a sexy smile and lightly stenciled her tongue over Chef's collarbone, finding him to taste surprisingly well; Chef however was getting beyond uncomfortable. It wasn't until Maurananei's white bikini bottom floated to the surface of the water and he felt her hand on his swim trucks did he finally have enough.
"Listen here, crazy girl!" Chef roared, jumping out of the hot tub in a spray of water. "I don't like you! I haven't liked you, and I never will like you! You are beyond crazy! Even beyond that creepy Izzy girl!" With a final scream of fright, Chef ran out of his private quarters as fast as his legs could carry him.
Her thoughts were shaken from her when movement caught her eye. It wasn't in the water, no it was far above it. She focused her sharp eyes on the iconic 1,001 foot tall cliff that towered over the island, giving it the iconic look that everyone had come to know. Amongst the sparse trees that covered its slope, she could see a figure slowly walking up the mountain towards the very edge. She pumped her wings and steered herself in for a closer look, her eyes quickly picking up who it was; the oversized sweatshirt was unmistakable.
She watched, curious, as Caroline walked to the very edge of the cliff and paused, watching a few stray pebbles tumble over the edge and into the surf below with almost microscopic splashes; Toni saw it all in high definition. And what happened next nearly threw her out of the sky.
Caroline jumped off the cliff.
With a loud screech, Toni tucked in her wings and shot off after the tumbling girl as she fell closer and closer to the water below. The tide was out, leaving the shore mostly barren with small pools scattered here and there. Mostly however, there very big, very hard rocks covering the shoreline beneath the cliff. Her mind racing, Toni quickly caught up with Caroline's falling form and saw every detail of the small girl with her sharp eyes. Everything from her long, wavy brown hair that rushed past her red face to her closed eyes. Her body was completely loose and limp, as if she had given up absolutely everything in life. And she most likely had.
But not if Toni had anything to say about it. Another loud screech escaped from her black beak and she stuck out her legs, sinking her talons into the soft material of Caroline's sweatshirt. She glanced down at the girl and noticed she hadn't moved at all. Ignoring Caroline, Toni opened her wings and nearly felt them torn out of their sockets from the amount of force being pushed down on her. She fruitlessly flapped her wings, struggling to slow Caroline's fall as the ground edged closer and closer. It was hopeless though; raptors were built to glide, not power. Now out of ideas, she opened her wings and turned them horizontal, allowing the wind and air to push up on them gain her a little altitude. She turned her body and Caroline towards the right, thanking her lucky stars there was strong wind that pushed her towards the forest. It wasn't enough to prevent injury, but with luck they would both live. The ground came closer and closer until it was only a few feet beneath her. Toni had no choice but to let go, and she released her hold on Caroline's sweatshirt, the snap back almost sending her into unconsciousness as her wings were nearly, very nearly, retched out of their sockets. She recovered and watched as Caroline tumbled to the ground, rolling for a couple yards before crashing into the trunk of a large tree, not even moving the entire time.
"Who was the one that made an incomplete copy of my Animatrix!" Micheal shot back before suddenly crying out in agony as the feedback from the watches got even worse, intensifying tenfold. To him it felt like someone had taken every single of his nerves and yanked them out one at a time with a pair of rusty pliers, dipped them in a vat of acid, and then put them back into his body with a hammer in the hands of the Incredible Hulk. And, much to Kiko's horror, he began to change.
His back expanded outwards, becoming more muscled and fat as his arms quickly bulked up to over-sized proportions. A loud, sickening noise that sounded like tearing flesh came to her attention as a large octopus tentacle suddenly popped out of Micheal's body and began to thrash around widely. She watched horror as Micheal's right arm began to twist and convulse in directions it was never supposed to be as a red light engulfed the limp and a very annoyed cobra, attached to Micheal's shoulder, took its place, the limb reappearing beneath the angry reptile. He now had a pair of Nisilaha arms where his regular arms should have been, a long octopus tentacle poking out of his left shoulder, and a very alive cobra where his right shoulder should have been. A loud cracking sound filled the air as a Lagarbuini tail ripped out from the base of his spine, nothing more than white bone before flesh and muscle covered it, and Titanite blades tore through his wrists. A thick lion's mane suddenly sprouted around Micheal's no longer human neck and his feet tore his shoes to shreds, now a pair of powerful eagle talons. A sickening slapping sound met Kiko's as a pair of massive bat wings tore out of the flesh on Micheal's back, flapping widely as if they had a mind of their own; his jaw jutted outwards in a massive under bite as his human teeth became razor sharp angler fish fangs and a pair of elephant tusks slashed out from his cheeks. A pair of bloodied bull horns sprouted from his skull as his organs sloshed around in side of him and dozens of Golpgusanus spikes popped out at random intervals in his thick rhino hide.
And then it all stopped.
Micheal was now a ten foot tall freak of nature, an absolute abomination to everyone around him. And the worst part was that Kiko was absolutely fine; not a single hair on her pretty head had been harmed, her precious eyes still human and full of intellect. She still had ten digits to grasp with, ten toes to walk with, no tail or massive wings to hinder movement. She was completely normal, while he had been twisted beyond recognition.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Micheal roared.
(theme song)
"Good evening, ladies and dudes!" Geoff howled to the audience's pleasure. "Have we got a show for you tonight! Wa-hoo!"
"Bridgette smiled and rolled her eyes at her hyperactive boyfriend; letting him drink an entire six pack of soda right before the show made his jolly attitude all the more happy, something both the present and viewing audience seem to love all the more. "That's right, Geoff! While things may started out slow for the poor victims subjected to Chris's humiliating tortures, it quickly heated up until it went super nova!"
"This show is so hot, I need to take a trip to Niagara Falls just to cool off!" Geoff exclaimed before a gallon of ice cold water suddenly rained down the ceiling onto him; Geoff yelped in surprise as his wet cowboy drooped over his face. He lifted the brim up and looked skywards to see Mortisha hanging from the catwalk above the stage, a wicked smile on her face and a suspicions bucket in her hands.
"And yes, the losers from this season are still here, folks!" Geoff managed to smile, despite having a bucket of frigid water dumped on him with the A/C turned up full blast to combat against the searing heat outside.
"As if anyone would ever want to see my face again." Eduardo frowned, sulking in the first row of the Peanut gallery.
"Well, they may not want to see your face, but I know they want to see these faces!" Geoff grinned, giving himself a shake and sending water from his blonde locks flying in a wet spray. "Give it up for DJ, Noah, and Leshawna, everyone!" Geoff announced, gesturing to the Brickhouse With Heart, The Schemer, and the Sister With 'Tude.
"Also joining us are our friends from Revenge of the Island Brick, Jo, and Stacy!" Bridgette grinned. "And from Pahkitew Island, we have Beardo, Topher, and Sky!'
None of the contestants seemed entirely pleased to be in the studio; DJ was looking around nervously, as if expecting a cougar to suddenly jump out and maul him for no apparent reason; Noah was ignoring everything around him, buried in his book and only stealing side glances at Eduardo when he was turning the pages; Leshawn was giving both of the skinny boys the stink eye, as if expecting them to somehow sabotage the show at some point; Brick and Jo were locked in an arm wrestling contest, sweat dripping down their faces as neither one seemed to be giving up at any moment; Stacy was currently blabbing away about her imaginary ancestors to Beardo as he made a gun with his fingers and pointed it at his head, a realistic gun-fire sound passing over his lips as he faked death; Sky was covering her ears as Topher glanced around in a suspicious manner, as if analyzing the layout of the stage to see if there was anyway he could somehow steal the show and work his way up in the world.
"Please welcome our next guest," Bridgette continued upon seeing Alex signal her from off stage. "She's a national kickboxing champion and was almost expelled from her old high school! Please welcome Tajira, everyone!" The audience politely clapped as Tajira stalked back out on stage, her expression of choice a firm frown that made Bridgette and DJ flinch upon seeing her as she took a seat across from the Peanut gallery.
"So, Tajira? How were things after you got booted off because of your temper?" Bridgette asked the angry girl.
"Fine." she growled, her expression never wavering in the slightest.
"Uh, okay?" Geoff seemed uncomfortable. "So, uh, do you think it was your temper that got you booted or something else?"
"My temper, duh." Tajira growled, narrowing her eyes at Geoff.
"What about Micheal?" Bridgette wondered. "From your first day on the island he tried to be nice to you, and instead you treat him as if he;s your worst enemy. Care to elaborate?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Tajira snarled, her eye twitching slightly.
"I do!" Mortisha cried with glee, swinging down from the ceiling. "Roll the clip, guys!"
"Hey, that's my line!" Geoff protested as the large TV screen overhead buzzed with static before springing to life and showing the desired film, Tajira's expression worsen with every passing minute.
"Welcome to Pahkitew," he said, grabbing Tajira's hand and giving it a good shake. Faster than anyone could blink, Tajira heaved Micheal off the ground and slammed him on to his back, her face twisted into something of pure rage. "Don't touch me again." she snarled before prying his strong fingers off of her and walking a short distance away.
The audience murmured quietly upon seeing the clip, Tajira's left eye twitching ever so slightly as Mortisha grinned like a madwoman. With a loud yell, Tajira suddenly jumped off and chased after Mortisha, roaring and trying to catch the small girl in her clutches as Mortisha cackled madly. The two of them ran to one side of the stage before running back to the other, Mortisha then taking a small detour and diving through the Peanut gallery with Tajira still in hot pursuit. It wasn't until the chase somehow managed to find its way up onto the catwalks did Mortisha play her final move. She sat casually on the railing as Tajira snorted like a bull, breathing heavily from all the running before she screamed in rage and charged right at the creepy girl, tackling and pushing them both over the side. Unfortunately for Tajira, Mortisha had hooked her legs around the railing of the catwalk, securing herself tightly so that she merely swung upside down as Tajira plummeted to the stage below, landing with a loud crash! on the floor with a pained groan.
"You are pathetic, maggot!" Jo snarled from the Peanut gallery, twisting Brick's arm in a sudden surge of strength. "How could you let someone as weak as her beat you!?" she yelled, jamming a finger up at Mortisha as she sang 'Ring around the Rosie' from above.
"Sir, To be fair, Mortisha is insane, sir!" Brick saluted Jo, earning another twist of his hand from Jo.
"That's no excuse!" Jo shot back, twisting Brick's hand again.
A suddenly noise made Jo stop her assault and turn to find the source before her cold eyes finally landed on Tajira; the girl was curled up into a fetal position on the floor, her knees pulled up to her head as she sobbed uncontrollably, her sides heaving in and out as she cried.
"Suck it up, maggot!" Jo snapped; Tajira either ignored her or didn't hear as she continued to cry.
"Uh, hello?" Jo wondered, a tad less forceful this time as Leshawna and DJ glared at her.
"Ooh, and it like Jo has earned herself no new allies in this game!" Topher announced.
"Topher! We've been through this; stop trying to host the show, or you'll be tossed out by security!" Geoff frowned at The Chris Wannabe as he and Bridgette got off their couch and bent down to help Tajira climb to her feet, dragging her back over to the third couch and setting her down as she immediately wrapped her arms around the closest person near her and refused to let go: Geoff.
"A little help here, Bridge!?" Geoff choked as Tajira squeezed him tightly and turned his face blue, sobbing into his shoulder.
"Uh, Tajira? Care to tell us what you're going through?" Bridgette ventured.
Tajira sniffed and dried her tears on Geoff's shirt, the host restraining himself under Bridgette's glare. "I was bullied . . . a lot at my old school . . ." Tajira sniffed.
"But what does this have to do with Micheal?" Geoff gasped.
"Because," Tajira sniffed, recomposing herself and finally releasing her hold on Geoff. "That was how the bullying went; first the popular kids would act all friendly and everything, and then the next moment they would be humiliating me for their own laughs!"
"And Micheal just happened to look like one?" Bridgette asked.
"Yes," Tajira gulped. "Especially with that special watch of his."
"I know, that thing is awesome!" Geoff exclaimed, the audience clapping their approval.
"It's given him an advantage, I'll give him that." Sky admitted.
"Yah, my great-great grandmother Velma invented shape-shifting. Before her people could only wear animal skins to become animals," Stacy interrupted. "And before that, my great-great-great grandfather Clyde-"
That was as far as she got before Euardo suddenly screamed and tackled Stacy to the floor, heaving her entire weight above his head and running somewhere off stage, followed by a large assortment of sounds before Eduardo came back on stage.
"That was too torturous. Even for me." he merely stated, taking his seat back next to Noah.
"Amen." the Bookworm agreed.
"So, are you going to be okay?" Bridgette asked Tajira.
Tajira nodded and wiped her eyes. "Yeah. I think so."
"Good!" Geoff exclaimed with a big smile. "Because no offense, bu the producers think this kind of stuff is lame." he explained, Bridgette giving him a stern look. "I have nothing against it, but we really gotta show some pain and humiliation right now. So, without further ado, it's time for everyone's favorite segment, 'That's Gonna Leave a Mark'!"
"BEEP!" Micheal swore as he somersaulted backwards and ducked down low to the ground as a large blast of corrosive liquid blasted out from Kiko's wrists, spraying in a near horizontal line as she aimed for Micheal's crests; he ducked low enough just in time for the wave of acid to pass overhead, eating right through the tall mountains that surrounded them and sending tons of rubble and debris tumbling down their slopes. With an enraged bellow, Kiko charged forward, determined to end him as she tackled him to the ground. Micheal, having more experience, quickly used her momentum to roll back just enough to kick her off of him and send her flying. But the giant didn't stop there; he quickly ran after her falling form, crushing trees under him like blades of grass and giant boulders like pebbles, did he push off from the ground and into the air, doing a quick flip and slamming his foot down as Kiko finally fell to her, his foot connecting with her face and driving it into the bowels of the island. But Micheal didn't stop there. He grabbed hold of Kiko's leg and hauled her entire weight into the air, swinging her around and around.
"If you can't avoid his blast, you must help him find other players. If you find them, that means you are back in the game and Chef must close his eyes and count to ten." Chris explained as Chef, holding a massive water pistol, grumbled and folded his arms over his chest. "And with his military background and advanced degree in man-hunting, he is guaranteed to make this game excruciatingly hard." Chris added with a grin.
"Ooh, so we're gonna get sprayed by a little bit of water!" Kiko said sarcastically with a healthy dose of mockery in her voice.
"Yes, yes you will," Chris grinned maliciously. "Watch as he demonstrates."
Kiko smiled wickedly and covered her ears and eyes; she had seen the hide and seek episode, and was fully expecting Chef to blast Chris a good dozen yards away with his water pistol and avoid soaking her and Zelda altogether. Unfortunately for her, Chef had other ideas when he pulled the trigger on his water gun and blasted the unlucky girls with a tidal wave of water, sending them flying through the air and into the arms of a pine tree, which they fell down numerous branches and eventually were left dangling twenty feet above the forest floor a good twenty yards away from the cast.
Alan was having the time of his life, rocking out on stage and wailing away on the electric guitar. Unfortunately for him, he had absolutely no idea how to play the electric guitar in the first place and the resulting sound was something similar to plugging a cat's tail into an open socket. The cast was in agony, covering their ears as the judges, with the exception of Ella, howled in misery.
Finally, Tajira had had enough and ran off into the forest before returning with a large log in hand. With a grunt, she swung it around and lobbed it at Alan with fury in her eyes. The log missed Alan's head as he slid down on his knees before popping back up and 'walking' across the stage without letting up on the playing. Much to everyone's relief, he accidentally fell of the stage and landed roughly on the ground, the guitar whacking him in the head. As if to add insult to injury, the log came flying back out across the stage and landed painfully on Alan's back.
Chef whistled absentmindedly and scooted off into the wings, trying to look innocent.
"Oh, that was brutal!" Geoff laughed.
"On the bright side, it wasn't your fault." Bridgette reassured Tajira when she saw her start to tremb le slightly. Tajira sniffed and nodded thanks, pulling Bridgette into a tight hug before talking her seat back on the interview couch.
"Hey, Tajira? Do you think it's time to introduce our next guest?" Geoff asked.
"As long as it isn't that BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Kiko!" Tajira swore, everyone's eyes widening upon hearing the words; DJ immediately started to tear up before bursting out into tears and running off stage with his hands tightly clapped over his ears.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" he wailed as he charged right through the wall of the studio.
"Security!" Bridgette called. Chef came charging across the stage in hot pursuit of the runaway with DJ with Mortisha jumping onto his back and riding him like a horse with a crazed grin on her face. "And no, Tajira, it is not that . . . person . . ." Bridgette reassured her, trailing off a little and flinching slightly.
"Our next guest hates spiders, is afraid of the dark, and got expelled from very school she's ever gone to. Give it up for Monique everyone!" Geoff announced as Monique strolled out on stage with a sexy smile on her lips and a swing in her hips; she took her seat next to Tajira, ignoring the tempered girl altogether as the audience died down its applause.
"So Monique? Do you think you had a hand in your own elimination, or do you think it was just dumb luck you're here with us know and not back in the contest for a chance to win a million dollars?" Geoff asked.
"Wow, you don't sugarcoat things do ya?" Monique rolled her eyes, pulling out a nail file and working on her nails. "If you ask me, I was framed for somethin' I had every right to do!"
"Did that even make sense?" Sky whispered to Beardo; his response was to make a cuckoo-clock sound.
"So you're saying that it wasn't your fault you refused to help kill the gigantic spider until Maurananei threatened to rip your head off?" Bridgette wondered.
"Don't you dare say that BEEP! name when I'm around!" Monique snapped. "And I told her, if it's got more than four legs, I ain't going near it!"
"Which is why we're going to play a little game," Geoff grinned mischievously as a pair of interns walked on stage, pushing six shut crates with holes drilled into the side; the crates shook and rattled violently every few seconds, loud hisses and snarls bouncing off the wooden walls; Monique got a nervous look on her face.
"Each of these crates contains something inside of it," Geoff explained. "A few contain harmless rabbits, monkeys, and dogs while a couple hold really big tarantulas and scorpions. Only one of these crates however, holds a small cash prize of $100. Guess which crate has the prize in it, and you'll walk out of here $100 richer. Ready to play?"
"Do I have ta do this?" Monique asked nervously.
"Sadly, its in your contract," Bridgette shrugged. "Now lets play!"
Monique gulped and glanced at each box nervously, quickly skipping over one of the boxes that suddenly bellowed and rattled, as if some large animal were trying to break out and eat her face off. She scanned over the next few boxes that didn't move in the slightest before a wet, brown glop came flying out one of the holes and hit her in the face.
"Ah! I've been hit!" Monique screamed, running around and trying to wipe the mysterious substance off of her face before she suddenly collided with the stack of crates and knocked them all open. A large horde of enormous tarantulas, spiders, and scorpions skittered out of the boxes, immediately crawling all over Monique as she screamed even louder and ran off stage, a single monkey chasing after her with more brown stuff clutched tightly in its fist.
"I could have sworn only two of the boxes had spiders!" Bridgette protested as Monique came screaming back across the stage, trying desperately to swipe the spiders and excess brown substance off of her as monkey began to pound her with its fists.
"Yeah, I'm the one that filled the rest with spiders!" Topher said proudly. "Who's the better host now!?" he posed for the camera as Monique made another lap across the stage.
"What about the monkey?" Geoff wondered.
"Couldn't get it out of the crate without ruining my gorgeous good looks," Topher flashed a smile at the camera without even looking at the two hosts. "But it still worked out better than I imagined!"
Bridgette frowned and reached into her cleavage, pulling out a small golden whistle that she held delicately in her fingertips. Geoff gave her odd look but covered his ears nonetheless when Bridgette put the whistle to her lips and blew as much air as possible into it; no sound came out.
"Uh, I think you got a dud, Bridge," Geoff noted. "Where'd you even get that?"
"It's not a dud, Geoff," Bridgette smiled. "And I got it from a friend."
Geoff didn't get a chance to ask what she meant when the ceiling of the studio suddenly exploded, spotlights, remains of the catwalks, and metal panels raining down onto the stage as a massive creature came soaring down through the hole in the roof. The beast a mash up of different animals, with the feet of an eagle, the jaws of an angler fish, the tusks, of an elephant, the wings of a bat, the horns of a bull, a long octopus tentacle and large cobra for shoulders, a pair of Nisilaha arms tipped with grizzly bear claws and Titanite blades, rhino hide, and a Lagarbuini tail.
The audience screamed as the horrifying monstrosity latched its talons onto Topher's shoulders and lifted him off through the hole in the roof with a loud bellow, Topher screaming all the way about how the beast was getting drool in his precious hair.
"We've gotta install a skylight or something," Geoff noted. "And is that who I think it was?"
Bridgette grinned. "It's good to have friends in high places. Or in Micheal's case, low places."
"Gotta agree with you on that one, Bridge. He totally got the butt-end of that ordeal he went through." Geoff frowned. "Which reminds me! It's time to introduce our next guest!"
"She was Chris Uberfan and not only kissed Micheal, but forced another player to make a copy of his precious Animatrix and mutant him into the monstrosity he is now! Give it up for Kiko, everyone!" Bridgette announced; everyone immediately started to boo and hiss loudly as Alex wheeled Kiko out on stage, a furious look on her face as she tried to struggle out of her many casts and bandages.
"How are you feeling, Kiko?" Bridgette asked with as much concern as possible. Which was not very much.
Kiko gave a muffled scream as she continued to thrash about in her wheel chair.
"Uh, loosely translated, I think she said 'No, I'm not fine'," Alex told the two hosts. "Among several very naughty words that no one teenager should ever know. But then again, I'm just guessing."
"I don't think it's too far fetched, dude." Geoof shook his head. "So, Kiko? Do you agree that what you did was absolutely insane and that you the most sadistic competitor Total Drama has ever seen?"
Kiko promptly shook her head before suddenly jolting and trying to pounce on Geoff, attempting to try and snap her jaws and bite his head off. Alex quickly pulled a needle fo his pocket and stuck in Kiko's exposed arm, injecting with some kind of fluid that made her drop limp within seconds.
"She's still got some of that Bio-Feedback stuff Micheal was talking about," Alex told the hosts. "She may look normal, but she's not totally normal."
"So, what? She'll turn into a werewolf or something?" Leshawna wondered.
"I hope to Notch that she won't," Alex told her. "I'm stuck taking care of her until she's well enough to see a psychiatrist and a nut house."
"You sure you ain't talking about Izzy?" Tajira asked.
"I wish," Alex scoffed. "Even she's more sane than Kiko right now." he said before the large TV screen overhead suddenly blinked to life. A live-feed clip of the insane red head blinked to life, with said red head currently driving a flaming pickup truck with a herd of goats in the back and a monkey in the passenger seat with a pair of sunglasses on its head and loud action music playing over the radio.
"Okay, maybe not that sane." Alex surrendered.
"That's all we have time for, folks!" Bridgette announced, slipping her whistle back between her cleavage and out of sight. "Tune in for mayhem, more death-defying challenges, and more Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!"
And there's the second Aftermath!
Sorry if this didn't meet up to the absolute insanity of the last Aftermath, but not every one of them can result in the studio getting trashed (much)!
As always, comment review, suggest, and request down below!
Hasta Luego!