Welcome, welcome, one and all! I have returned from the oblivion of hopelessness that is life to bring you another chapter for you to read and escape from your bleak and meaningless lives (ain't I a stinker?)!
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Onwards!
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"I fear no one," Micheal frowned angrily. He then gulped and looked back and forth before edging closer to the camera. "But that . . . thing? It scares me." he shuddered.
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"N-n-no!" Caroline cried. "M-make it stop! M-ma-make it go away! G-go away!"
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"That . . . thing . . . will forever haunt my nightmares." Serphonus shivered.
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"One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts hide behind that mask." Paul said with haunted eyes."
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A low, haunting sound filled the hallway as Serphonus's blood slowly dripped onto the wooden floor. The witch doctor found he couldn't tear his frightened eyes away from his coming tormentor, finding every feature both terrifying and interesting at the same time. The heavy, rubber boots slowly clomped against the wooden boards as the rubber gloves flexed their fingers, tightening and loosening their grip on a clunky, heavy machine that made Serphonus freeze. The fire retardant suit gave away no small features, though Wilson noticed it was actually smaller and thinner than Mithcell's. But what frightened Serphonus the most, even more than the large flamethrower aimed directly at his face, was the dark, soulless eyes of the gas mask that obscured the person's face as their loud breathing filled Serphonus's ears.
"H-hello?" he gulped nervously as the Pyro starred at him without emotion.
The Pyro didn't respond but merely leveled the flamethrower at Serphonus's face and pulled the trigger, their face never giving away at emotion as Serphonus screamed with fright and melted before its eyes, the skin igniting and peeling away from the body before the muscles melted and the bones were burnt to an ash, leaving nothing but the Demoman's stick gun behind.
A creak caught the thing's attention and it yanked the ax out of the wall just in time to block a bullet from Anuok as she raced down the hall towards it. The Scout silently screamed a battle cry and pulled out a large fish wrapped in newspaper from her pocket, raising it above her head to bring it down on the Pyro's skull; believe it for not, dead fish actually made a decent weapon. Unfortunately for the mute Scout, the Pyro swung her ax and swung her in the gut, sending her flying to the floor. Before she could even scramble out of the way, the Pyro leveled its flamethrower at her and pulled the trigger, showering her in a tidal wave of fire that destroyed every last trace of her.
"Mmmphf! Mmumumumuph!" the Pyro cackled with glee
Larry roared in agony, allowing Maurananei to jump out of the Larry's mouth, grab hold of his upper lip, and swing herself up onto his head where she viciously bit him again. The mutant plant screeched as the ground beneath it rumbled and shook, the earth cracking and splitting as Larry pulled himself out by the roots and rose up into the air, roaring loudly as it snapped its roots and vines in an attempt to swipe the annoying pest on it. Maurananei ducked under a sweeping tentacle before slugging another one that came at her and then biting yet another vine with her teeth. Larry howled in agony as he began to run madly, Maurananei grabbing the tips of two vines and yanking back on them as hard as she could, steering Larry in the way she wanted to go, grinning madly as they stormed through the trees in the direction of the beach.
It was then that a shrill scream came to her attention and Maurananei glanced downwards to see Caroline running as fast as her legs could carry her, her legs little less than a blur as she tried to avoid being crushed underroot by Larry. With a loud grunt, Maurananei raised up her foot and drove her heel into Larry's head, forcing Larry to lash down with a root and scoop a terrified Caroline up and to her jaws. Maurananei gasped and buried her foot deeper into Larry's head, forcing him to stop.
"No! Bad, Larry! Bad!" Maurananei scolded the gigantic plant. "We don't eat our friends!"
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"As pervertish as he may have been or may be, there's just something I can't resist about him," Zelda sighed sheepishly, her cheeks flushing a light red. "He's cute, kind, relatively smart, and once you've had your shape-shifting friend knock some sense into him, trustworthy and a great guy, too."
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"MY LIFE IS COMPLETE! WOO-HOO!" Alan cheered happily.
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"Stop it! Stop it!" Chris begged, covering his eyes. "That is the most single disgusting thing I have ever seen! Even Owen farting Beethoven's 5th is beautiful compared to this!"
(theme song)
"Good evening, all you bros and brahs out there tonight!" Geoff crowed at the top of his lungs. "Have we got a show for you!"
"Easy there, Geoff. Some of our audience members would like to keep their hearing." Bridgette joked as her boyfriend rolled his eyes and collapsed back on the couch from his victorious and incredibly loud standing position. "But I have to agree with you there; have we got something special for you hungry fans of Total Drama tonight!"
"Not as hungry as Owen! Hey, get back here with that ham!" Alex scolded the rotund giant as the two of them came running across the stage, the entire set bouncing slightly from Owen's sheer weight as he clutched an entire ham in his hands.
"No! I'm hungry!" Owen protested as Alex grabbed hold of one end of the hunk of meat.
"You're supposed to be on a diet!" Alex grunted.
"But I'm hungry! And when Owen get hungry, Owen start eating anything!" Owen whined.
Geoff shivered. "Dude, let him have the ham; the last time Owen got hungry, it wasn't pretty."
"Why? What happened?" Alex asked, losing his grip on the ham just before Owen gave a massive pull of the piece of meat and pulled it into his embrace, kissing it lovingly before retreating to the peanut gallery and sitting on the edge of the top row, tilting the entire seat downwards in his direction and forcing the contestants sitting with him down onto him.
"Trust me when I say you don't want to know." Bridgette replied as she tried to comfort Geoff; her boyfriend had curled up into a tight ball and was rocking back and forth as he sucked his thumb, horrifying memories coming back to him.
"Fine." Alex grumbled before he was suddenly doused with a bucket of ice cold water from above. "What the- Mortisha, we've been over this! The ice bucket was only for the last episode!"
"I thought we were doing the ALS Challenge!" Mortisha protested from the labyrinth of catwalks above.
"That's a lie, and you know it!" Alex yelled.
"Why don't you come up here and prove it?" Mortisha taunted.
"No thanks. I'd like to keep my teeth." Alex flinched before making his way back into the wings and passing Tajira as she kept Sasquatchanakwa from going on stage, threatening to beat the large ape over the head with his own guitar if he didn't back off; Chef, wearing his security officer's uniform was louging in an office chair a couple feet away, grinning deviously as he watched his new 'assitant' handle things while he sat back and relaxed.
"If getting the dirt on the latest eliminated contestants isn't enough to satisfy your appetite, we've got some never before seen clips from the show and more of the contestants from the past seasons!" Bridgette announced.
"I still doubt people will want to see me." Eduardo sighed dejectedly.
"Hey, they may not wanna see you, but look at me, people! Ain't I somethin'?" Monique grinned and posed for the camera in her front row seat of the Peanut Gallery next to the emo.
"Yeah, you're something alright." Heather rolled her eyes from the row behind Monique.
"Oh, you wanna go, ya BEEP!" Monique growled, turning around in seat to glare down the Queen Bee.
"Hey, hey, hey! Save the violence for later!" Geoff yelled loudly. "Well, since Heather's already made it clear she's here, not like anyone's happy over that," he added under his breath. "We might as well introduce everyone else!"
"From our Total Drama: Island cast, give it up for Owen, Heather, and Courtney!" Bridgette announced, gesturing towards The Party Guy, Queen Bee, and Type A in the Peanut Gallery, the later of three scrambling to the edge of her seat in the hopes of balancing Owen's extreme weight and failing entirely.
"And from our Revenge of the Island cast, we have Scott, Cameron, and . . . wait, where'd Dawn go!?" Geoff wondered. "Security! We got a runner!" he yelled to Tajira.
"I'm right here, silly!" a soft voice giggled; Geoff looked between him and Bridgette and fel out of his seat upon seeing Dawn sitting right next to him, having seemingly popped into existence. "Oh, be happy, Geoff! Other than slight attention issues during season two, you have one of the purest auras I've seen! You two, Bridgette!" she smiled happily.
"Uh, thanks?" Geoff scratched his head as he climbed back into his seat. "And coming all the way from Pahkitew Island, we have Jasmine, Samey, and Max!"
"Uh, it's Sammy." Jasmine corrected.
"Right. Sorry."
"How dare you address Evil by his commoner name! You will call Evil 'Master of all things Evil and Diabolical' or face Evil's wrath!" Max protested loudly before Sammy cautiously smacked him upside the head, earning a supporting smile from Jasmine in the first row.
"Anyways," Bridgette coughed. "Lets introduce our next guest and review his time on show."
"Micheal started out as what was probably the strongest contestant Total Drama has ever seen," Geoff began. "With a watch full of an infinite amount of DNA samples, he was able to change his shape into animals that helped him and his team mates through the challenges and all the way up to the merge. It seemed Micheal would be able to easily make his way all the way up to the finale, had it not been for Kiko's sinister scheme and Zelda's brain; together, the two of them created a knock off of Micheal's own Animatrix and ended up turning him into a freak of nature before he was eliminated."
"Our first guest took a cannonball to the stomach and got his hulking behind kicked by a nerd-" Bridgette started
"Hey!" Cameron protested as Scott snickered; Dawn frowned at him
"Please welcome, Micheal!" she announced; the audience and cheered and applauded, but Micheal had yet to appear.
"Uh, maybe he didn't get the invitation?" Geoff scratched his head.
Bridgette tapped her chin in thought before she remembered something. "I know what'll get him here." she said with a slight smile; Geoff watched with confusion as reached into her cleavage pulled out a small, golden whistle and put it to her lips, blowing a quick burst of air through the instrument and producing a rousing sound of silence.
"Um, was something supposed to happen?" Geoff wondered.
"Wait for it . . ." Bridgette trailed off with a smile; the ceiling suddenly exploded into rubble as a massive monster effortlessly crashed through the ceiling and bellowing loudly as it snapped its cage of teeth open and shut.
"Micheal, everyone!" Geoff cheered as the gigantic collage of animal parts froze on the spot like a deer in front of a car's headlights; Micheal gavve a low growl and glared at Bridgette before reaching with the octopus tentacle jammed onto his shoulder and swiping the whistle away from her before tossing it into his fanged maw and crushing it into small, metal pieces with one movement of his jaws.
"Sorry. But it's in your contract." Bridgette apologized before gesturing to the guest seating area; Micheal growled and begrudgingly sat down, crushing the couch under his bulk as Geoff flinched. "So, Micheal? How do you think the game went for you?"
Micheal's response to screeched loudly as he smashed his tail against the second row of seats behind him, destroying him.
"Um, was that English?" Monique wondered.
"Obviously, his vocal cords shriveled up into nothingness from the Bio-Feedback of the Animatrix." Alex scoffed from off stage; Micheal turned his head and shot out a jet of webbing from his jaws, hitting Alex right in the face and silencing him.
"How is this gonna work if we can't talk to him?" Geoff asked Bridgette.
"Ahem." Dawn spoke up from between the two hosts again, making Bridgette flinch and Geoff fall out of his seat for the second time that evening.
"We've seriously gotta put a bell on her or something!" Geoff exclaimed as Dawn giggled a little and got up from the host's couch, walking over to Micheal and sitting down next to him without being put off by his monstrous figure. "I will translate for Micheal until he can resume his human form."
"Alright." Bridgette shrugged. "So, Micheal? How do you think the game went for you?"
The cobra attached to Micheal's shoulder hissed loudly, opening it jaws to expose a pair of venom dripping fangs as Micheal gave a gutaral growl from his expandable throat. "He says he enjoyed it to start out with before his unfortunate incident occurred."
"And how is that going for you?" Bridgette asked; Micheal bellowed a long, low note in response.
"Micheal says that he has been forced to fight against the forces of the Great Earth Mother; he no longer fits into any normal building." Dawn translated sadly.
"Dude, that sucks! How're ya gonna party without a roof to party under?" Geoff wondered.
"Is there anyone that you felt deserved the money more than you?" Bridgette continued.
Micheal let loose with an ear splitting roar that shook the very foundation of the studio and forced everyone but Dawn to cover their ears from the incredible volume; Owen screamed out in fright and let lose with a cloud of noxious gas, Courtney and Cameron coughing and gagging next to the lovable oaf.
"Micheal says he would like to see his soul mate, Caroline, win the million," Dawn replied. "Really, he couldn't care less about who won; his aura is incredibly clear about that." she added as if it were obvious.
"But of course, there's gotta be one person you wouldn't want to win." Geoff grinned.
"Kiko." Dawn nodded sadly. "I sense her aura is black and gray, a very poor choice of colors; she is incredibly angry and full of dark thoughts, as well as fear." Micheal suddenly sniffed the air curiously, catching everyone's attention as he sniffed around the stage for a few seconds before suddenly freezing still and licking his needle-like teeth with his long tongue; the collage of animal parts suddenly roared and bounded across the stage right at the Peanut Gallery before he bunched up his legs and launched himself over the terrified veterans, tackling an unofrtunate intern as he wheeled a still injured Kiko out on stage.
"Micheal! You must let go of your troubled emotions!" Dawn pleaded. "You must feel release!"
"How dare you threaten to pounce on Evil!" Max yelled. "You will rue the day you threatened Evil! RU- gack!" Max suddenly gagged as Micheal's prehensile tail wrapped tightly around the self proclaimed evil genius's throat and silenced him as he effortlessly lifted Max into the air as he pinned Kiko dug under his claws.
"Dude, get your freaking tail outta my face!" Scott snapped angrily before Micheal whipped his head around and snapped his own jaws shut just an inch from Scott's face, giving him a very good look at his gigantic fangs. "Never mind!" Scott squeaked as he dove beneath the seat.
"Uh, while we try to get Micheal back under control, enjoy everyone's favorite segment, 'That's Gonna Leave a Mark'!" Geoff announced as Dawn took to beating Micheal's head with her small fists, barely getting the massive monster's attention as Kiko screamed bloody murder as best as she could.
"No, no it's not!" Trey snapped. "And besides, even if they do get buried, Toni can always turn into a mole or something and dig her way out." he added before he thrust his hand down across the strings of his guitar just as he inhaled a deep breath and sent both screaming out as loud as possible, aiming towards the top of the mountain. Alan and Zelda covered their ears as snow from both sides of the pass started to tumble down in a heavy avalanche, rushing right at the polar bear and Paul and swallowing the both of them without effort.
"Now lets get a move on before they dig themselves out!" Trey yelled, turning on his heel and rushiong through the snow towards the river with Alan and Zelda on his heels.
Micheal decided it was the right time to beat a hasty retreat and jogged away as fast he could, not even bothering to look behind him as the air shimmered and gave away to Shawn; the Zombie Conspiracy Nut was dressed in a yellow, pinstripe suit with a match tie and fancy, black shoes on his feet. A mask obscured his face as he clenched his grip on his pistol, imaging a bullet going through Micheal's head.
"That's for killing the love of my life, you undead freak!" he cried. The sound of slow, calm footsteps followed by slow clapping caught his attention and he whirled around to see none other than Paul standing there, wearing an identical outfit to him, with the only exception being the main color was green.
"So, it seems I am not the only Spy, hmm?" Paul snarked in his French accent.
"It would seem so." Shawn frown, lacking the fancy accent his counterpart possessed.
"You do know I can not allow you to win, hmm?" Paul cocked an eyebrow, lighting a cigar and placing it between his lips as he twirled his butterfly knife around in his fingers.
"Wouldn't expect any less." Shawn gritted his teeth before screaming at the top of his lungs and lunging at Paul, hellbent on cutting him to little pieces; Paul merely dropped to the floor as Shawn passed overhead and popped back to his feet, grabbing Shawn's outstretched arm and twisting it behind his back, stopping him in his tracks. The Zombie Conspiracy Nut struggled before swiping at Paul's wrist with his butterfly knife, forcing the spy to let him go.
Now seriously annoyed, Paul lashed out with a leg and swept Shawn's feet out from under him, sending him to the floor with Paul tackled him. The two spies rolled around on the floor for several minutes, Shawn eventually managing to wrap his hands around Paul's throat and throttle him until Paul managed to knee him in his nether regions, forcing Shawn to let go. The GRN spy then roughly grabbed Shawn by the shoulders and slammed him into the weak, wooden wall next to him, whipping out his butterfly knife and holding it to Shawn's throat.
"See you in BEEP!" Paul grinned as he pulled his arm to slice the blade across Shawn's throat. At the last second, Shawn rammed his head into Paul's nose, sending the knife flying into the air and otno the floor where it clattered out of reach. With a yell, furious that his nose had been broken, Paul slugged Shawn in the face before driving a fist into his gut and then giving him a swift upper cut when the YLW spy's head bent down. With a final yell, Paul lashed out with his leg once more and kicked Shawn in the face, sending him right through the wall where he fell out into the open air and slammed into the concrete wall of the canal and dropped down into the murky water below.
With a sudden scream, Alan rushed at Micheal and slammed his entire body into the Pabaisanite with as much force as he could muster, sending the two of them stumbling back towards the gaping hole in the wall. Unable to see where he was going, Micheal tripped over Caroline's fallen form and tumbled out of the massive hole in the wall, Cameron managing to grip the edge with his fingers at the last second as Micheal painfully crashed right through the bridge that stretched across the canal and landed in the muddy water below.
"Well played, Cam. Well played." was the last thing Cameron heard Micheal say before he went under; he did not resurface.
"And we're back! Hopefully with things under control now." Geoff said nervously as he stole a glance at Micheal as he begrudgingly sat on the floor with Dawn sitting on his shoulder, continuously stroking his head to keep him calm as a pair of parimedics wheeled Kiko and Max off stage.
"REVENGE! Evil will have his revenge!" Max screamed angrily. "Ow, so much hurting!"
Heather, who was about to make some snide and rude comment about keeping the monster before them in chains, decided against it after taking a good look at Micheal's gigantic teeth and watching him taking a couch leg between his Nisilaha fingers and crush it effortlessly into padding and stuffing after taking Dawn's advice about trying to relieve himself of stress.
"Is Micheal calm enough for us to continue?" Bridgette asked Dawn.
"As long as no one brings up anything about his condition, he should be fine." she replied as Micheal let out a low growl. "He's also wondering if you have any food."
"Did someone say food?" Owen paused in midbite, just about to feast on the whole ham he had managed to save from the beginning of the episode; Micheal shifted suddenly and rose his head up to open his jaws and shoot out a jet of webbing that firmly latched onto the edge of the ham clear across the stage before he jerked it back with a swift movement of his head and swallowed the entire whole, bone and all.
"Nooooooooo!" Owen wailed, starring at his hands in horror as Micheal let out a loud belch.
"You may proceed." Dawn giggled slightly at Owen's expression.
Bridgette nodded. "Our next guest is often mistaken for a girl and comes all the way from Deutschland itself! Please welcome Mitchell!" the surfer announced, clapping and giving a warm smile as Mitchell peeked out from behind the curtain at the audience before suddenly being kicked all the way across the stage from behind by Chef; Micheal suddenly lashed out his elastic tentacle and hooked it around Mitchell's foot, dragging him all the way back to the guest seating unharmed.
"Thanks, dude." Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief before he 'carelessly' threw a small fireball over his shoulder at the burly cook, smirking when a high pitched, girl-like scream echoed across the set. "Something tells me Chef's nuggets are cooked."
"Nice one, bro!" Geoff grinned, high-fiving the pyro. "So how'd you think your time on the show was?"
Mitchell shrugged. "It wasn't great, it wasn't horrible." he replied.
"Is there anyone in particular that you're rooting for?" Bridgette asked.
Mitchell shrugged once more, his eyes flashing a bright yellow in color as his skin began to crackle and bubble, like that of molten lava. It turned hard and black like stone, as the skin between the magma rocks glowed red hot. Smoke started to curl off of Mitchell's hair before it suddenly burst into flames. Courtney gasped as the magma rocks quickly raced up Mitchell's arms to consume his body, racing down his legs and over his chest as red hot magma filled in the cracks between them. "No one really. If I had to pick someone though, I'd go for either Anuok or Caroline."
"Um, excuse me, but I'd like to report a fire hazard?" Courtney spoke up.
"Fire hazard? Where?" Mitchell asked.
"You, you moron!" Courtney screamed angrily.
"For your imformation, I have complete and total control over my powers. I can burn stuff, only or certain CIT's if I want to." Mitchell threatened; Courtney wisely decided to clam up for once and sit back down in her seat.
"What, in your opinion, was the most painful part of your time on show?" Geoff asked.
"Hmmm. Tough one, considering it's Chris we're talking about here." Mithcell hummed, tapping his flaming chin with a smoldering finger in thought. "If I had to chose- will you stop that!?" Mitchell suddenly yelled, whirling around to scold Mortisha as she roasted a marshmallow over his flaming head.
"I wanted smores!" Mortisha pouted. "I was planning on making my family recipe of Grasshopper Smores!"
Only Owen seemed remotely interested in this as the others groaned and held their stomaches while the loveable oaf quickly waddled across the stage and grabbed a fistful or marshmallows before tossing them into his mouth as he stabbed another one on one of the roasting sticks Mortisha had brought and roasted it over Mitchell's head; the pyro sighed and surrendered as he continued. "Probably the time I got attacked by a dozen alligators."
"I think we have a clip about that." Geoff rubbed his chin before a finger to his ear. "Wait, we do? Alright then! Role film!" he yelled as everyone but Mortisha and an all too eager Owen turned their attention to the large TV screen overhead.
Rising out of the water in a perfect circle around him and the cannon were at least a dozen alligators, all looking exceptionally hungry and nasty today. Several licked their chops as they imagined dining on the small boy in front of them as he lit a hand ablaze. With any luck they would be eating their dinner cooked for once. Mitchell, not one to actually want to be eaten by alligators, decided to forgo the warning he had told himself and let a ball of fire form in his hand. He slung in angrily at an alligator, hitting it square in the face and sending it crashing through a mangrove tree. One down, eleven to go. Then, as one, the alligators attacked! Their jaws snapping shut like bear traps, they rushed him, their reptilian bodies churning the murky water of the swamp in froth as they lunged at Mitchell, pulling him under the water. Bubbles floated to the surface as one, two alligators were set back, but Mitchell did not surface. Another alligator was sent through a row of mangrove of trees and out of the fight, but Mitchell still hadn't risen, and the bubbles were becoming less and less frequent until they stopped all together.
"Ooh! That's gotta hurt!" Geoff flinched.
"You have no idea." Mitchell grumbled. "At least rocks detere alligators pretty well."
"Glad to see that you're alright," Bridgette smiled. "Our next two guests both found love in a seemingly hopeless competition and ended up annoying Chris to the very end. Give it up for Trey and Alan, everyone!"
The audience cheered and applauded as Trey came sliding down on his knees across the stage, wailing away on his guitar in triumph as Alan simply walked out from the wings, flinching when he saw Sasquatchanakwa attempt to get back onstage with his own guitar and play a duet with Trey before Tajira beat him back.
"Thank you, Aftermath! Good night!" Trey crowed as he threw the 'hang loose' sign with his fingers while Alan winced and covered his ears, immediately brightening up when he caught sight of Dawn sitting on Micheal's shoulder; the ex-pervert eagerly sat on the remains of the couch next to her as Trey hunkered down in the row of seats behind Micheal.
"I take it you're enjoying life outside of the competition, dudes?" Geoff smirked.
"You have no idea." Trey grinned, leaning back in his seat. "Ever since I got home I-"
"BANZI!" Mortisha screamed as she divebombed Trey from above and came crashing down onto his lap, knocking the wind out of him as he whimpered like an injured puppy.
"Why is it always the kiwis?" he gasped.
"I feel your pain, dude." Owen shivered through a mouthful of marshmallows. "What scares me even more is how faster your girlfriend disappeared when she heard you were coming on next."
"She's not my- oh, wait. She is." Trey realized before Mortisha blushed, turning her nearly white skin a light shade of pink as she grabbed Trey's face and began kissing him feverishly, something that Trey quickly learned to just go along with.
"Well, it looks like we won't be getting anything out of Trey for a while." Geoff smirked with amusement. "Remember when we use to do that, babe?"
"Ah, good times." Bridgette joked with a roll of her eyes. "So, Alan? Seeing as we won't be able to ask Trey anything any time soon, how about we start with you?"
"Sure." Alan shrugged. "I'm game."
"Alright, dude." Geoff began. "If you could only have one regret about your performance on show, what would it be?"
Alan thought it over before Micheal gave a low growl from his throat theat revrebrated throughout his entire body. "Oh, yeah. I almost forgot." he chuckled.
"You actually understand that thing?" Courtney scoffed; Micheal opened up his jaws and shot out a jet of webbing at Courtney's face, silencing her as she gave muffled screams and yelps while she attempted to get the silk off of her face.
"Easy, Micheal. Remember, find your center and let the Great Earth Mother guide you." Dawn calmed him down.
"What I was going to say before I was interrupted was that I regret acting so much like a peeping tom during my first few challenges." Alan replied. "I focused more on getting a better view of seeing things that shouldn't be seen instead of focusing on competing."
"I am happy you're feeling sorry for your previous actions." Dawn smiled; Alan blushed slightly.
"But despite being beaten to pulp by Micheal, getting told off by Zelda over and over again, and nearly getting eaten or crushed several times, it was all worth it, wasn't it?" Bridgette smiled.
"You have no idea." Alan sighed dreamily. "I found the love of my life."
"I hear that, dude." Geoff nodded with a grin as he put an arm around Bridgette's shoulders and held her close she blushed and hugged him happily; the audience cooed at the sight while Courtney continued to try and free herself from Micheal's sticky trap.
"Ugh, someone gag me." Monique scoffed; Micheal promptly shot another jet of webbing at her, giving a toothy grin upon receiving the glare from Monique as she attempted to get the webbing out of her teeth like Courtney was.
"Mind hitting me? Preferably my nose so that I can die from lack of oxygen?" Eduardo asked.
"Wow, way to kill the mood, Ink Blot." Scott frowned.
"As if you care." Heather rolled her eyes.
"Meh. True," Scott shrugged. "But if the kid wants to die that badly, he should just take a job as an intern for Chris."
"Don't give him any ideas, Scott!" Dawn pleaded as Bridgette, Geoff, and most of the Peanut Gallery looked horrified; Sammy huddled closer to Jasmine for comfort. "Working for Chris McLean is a fate worse than death!"
"Agreed." Bridgette nodded. "So, Trey? Do you have anything you want to say?" she asked the musician, only to find him still liplocked with Mortisha and completely oblivious to everything around him. "Um, okay? Well, I think that's all the time we have for tonight."
"Wait!" Dawn spoke up.
"Ah, c'mon, bra! We're on a time limit here!" Geoff sighed.
"I'm sorry, but this really can't wait." Dawn shook her head as she jumped back down to the ground and turned to face the hulking monstrosity before her. "Micheal, I can't help you any further if you don't contribute."
Micheal hissed loudly in response.
"You need to let all of your tension and stress out; you will not be able to change back if you have all this pent up rage inside of you." the Moonchild scolded him. Micheal seemed ready to protest when he caught sight of her stern glare; if looks could kill, Micheal would have been little more than a pile of ashes. With a sigh, the collage of animal parts closed all of his eyes and concentrated slowly on his form, his entire frame shaking and trembling slightly.
His long, prehensile tail cracked and splintered horribly as it slurped back up into his spine like a piece of spaghetti as the massive octopus tentacle on Micheal's left shoulder withered and deflated very much like a balloon before slithering back into his shoulder; the cobra thrashed about madly as it hissed and spat venom before it was suddenly engulfed in a flash of red light, disappearing back into the Animatrix as the transformation sped up. The grizzly bear claws that sat on the end of each of his strong fingers shrank and dulled back into regular fingernails as Micheal's arms shriveled and shrank a little while as the Titanite blades that poked almost painfully out of his arms were swallowed by flashes of red light, revealing pale, pink skin; the transformation was getting faster now as body parts began to disappear in more bursts of red light, the lion mane shriveling into dust as the gigantic pair of bat wings jamming out of Micheal's back were encompassed in a burst of red light while the elephant tusks that tore out of Micheal's teeth withdrew back into his skull. The Golpgusanus spikes that popped out at random intervals on his back shriveled and dried out like dying plants before falling off as the bull horns were pushed back into Micheal's head. His teeth cracked and ground in a sickening manner as they became flatter and more cubed in shape before his entire body was swallowed in a flash of red light.
By the time the explosion had clamed down, Micheal was down on his knees on the floor, breathing heavily as he looked over himself; he now had ten fingers instead of claws, ten toes instead of sharp talons, thirty two flat, grinding teeth instead of razor sharp needles. Everything was finally back to how it should have been as Micheal took a glance at the powerful device strapped to his wrist before it gave a final blink of red light and died away, falling into recharge mode.
"I hope you have found peace within." Dawn smiled.
"Peace within?" Owen gulped a mouthful of marshmallows; Mitchell was starting to lose his patience. "Does that mean I can eat some more?"
"You eating disorder derives from the fact that you feel awkward and unloved around your fellow man," Dawn shook her head sadly. "You must come to terms with yourself. As well as go on a diet."
Owen blinked for a second before breaking down. "It's all true! It's all
so true!" Owen wailed as he fell on his knees and threw himself down on the ground. "I never know what to say in everyday conversation and I feel like everyone is just tolerating me!" he cried.
"No way, dude!" Geoff protested. "Your awesome, man! You know how to party!"
"You always listen to anything we have to say." Bridgette smiled. "When food's not involved."
"Your trust worthy, mate, and everyone seriously likes you." Jasmine added. "I've never specifically met you, and I can say that about you."
"Even
you tolerate me." Sammy added with shame and a small hint of a smile.
"And you can burp the ABCs." Micheal added as he climbed to his feet. "I'm not if that's relavent or not, but it's definitely worth noting. And dude, I respect you for it." he smiled, clapping the loveable oaf on the shoulder before he squealed and grabbed both Micheal and Dawn into a bone crushing hug as he sobbed happily.
"If I wasn't . . . currently being threatened with . . . passing out from lack of oxygen . . . I would kiss you right now." Micheal gasped for breath.
"Now what . . . would Caroline . . . say?" Dawn managed to say with a red face and small smile on her lips.
"Can I get on some of that? The lung crushing thing, not the kissing thing." Eduardo corrected when he received odd looks from the other contestants.
"Well, that's all the time we have for tonight!" Geoff closed off. "Tune in next time for another insane episode of Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!" he declared loudly just as the Sasquatchanakwa came sliding out on stage wailing away on his guitar; Tajira and Chef were duct taped to an office chair in the wings, struggling against their bonds as the large ape appeased to his audience.
"This show just gets weirder and weirder." Alex sighed as he attempted to get the two members of security free.
And there we go, ladies and gentlemen.
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