Hello and greetings, everyone! Been a while, hasn't it?
Anyways, it's getting close to finale time! As a result, this chapter will be shorter than the others, but this just means that I'll be able to post the finale sooner! And when that's all said and done, and after perhaps a month of rest and editing, I'll be able to post the first chapter me and my collaborator, the always wonderful Jeptwin, have created for all you lovely people to see! The drama lives on!
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Onward!
"Last time, on Total Drama: Pahkitew's Vengeance!" Chris announced as he lounged on a lawn chair on the edge of the dock, sipping on a coconut with a little, paper umbrella. "I sent the remaining contestants on a wild goose chase all around the island and then some! They ran helter, they ran skelter, all for the chance to get immunity and a chance to get their grubby, little mitts on the million dollar prize! Serphonus showed us all a much darker side to him, Caroline proved that she could miraculously take care herself without Maurananei around to constantly threatening me- I mean, protect her," Chris corrected himself quickly. "And in the end, Paul and Anuok proved that just because you have lame super powers doesn't mean you can't fight! I learned that one the hard way." he winced.
"But that was then, and this is now! Four pathetic contestants remain, but only two can go to the finale! Who'll watch, who'll botch, and who will back stab their friends for the million dollar prize?" Chris listed off. "Find out now, on Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!"
(theme song plays)
Caroline was running, running as fast as her legs could carry her through the dark, foreboding woods; the trees were ancient and gnarled, their leafless branches looking like wicked claws that reached and lunged for her, clawing at her face and chest as she ran past them in a panic. She yelped as she tripped over a large root, slamming painfully into the ground and knocking the wind out of her; with little time to waste, Caroline scrambled to her feet and continued running.
The air was moist around, suffocating her like a blanket as whatever wet leaves managed to cling onto the unforgiving branches of the trees slapped at her face and arms; jagged hollows and holes in the trunks glared at her like grizzly faces, as if daring for her to come close and climb them. Caroline ignored the angry trees and continued running through the woods, stumbling over a log and falling down to the ground again, cutting her hand open on a rock.
"I sense your fear . . ."
Caroline's heart was in her throat as she scrambled onto her back, her breaths quick and short as she glanced at the swirling, black cloud of fog and mist fast approaching her, swiftly consuming everything in its path with an almost insatiable appetite; the fog reached for her, sprouting several wispy tendrils that reached for her, just barely missing as Caroline backwards and scrabbled to her feet to continue running.
"You can't run forever . . ."
Caroline wanted to scream, to cry out and beg for the nightmarish threat to leave her alone, but she couldn't find her voice, her throat too parched from running for so long; her legs were throbbing and burning, slowly melting as her arms pushed aside threatening branches and imposing brush, suffering multiple cuts and bruises that oozed with crimson blood. Whatever was chasing her seemed to be following the very scent of the precious liquid that flowed through Caroline's veins like a hungry predator.
And Caroline was the prey.
She was about ready to give up and let whatever was chasing her take her, hopefully granting her a painless death, when she caught sight of a shadowy figure in the twilight of the forest; she instinctively ran towards the figure and nearly collapsed with relief when she saw that it was someone she knew, Mitchell of all people. She and the Pyronite had never really been friends, but they were on friendly terms to say the least. Caroline wanted to scream at him, to beg him to ask for protection, but once again the words failed to reach her lips; thankfully, he seemed to sense what she wanted and clenched his fists tightly, flames exploding around his hands and head as lava rocks sprouted all over his body and surrounded him in a protective, molten armor. With a silent hiss, he summoned a pair of hot coals into his hands and hurled them at the approaching, black mist without hesitation; the cloud didn't even flinch and only rushed faster at the pair, swiftly descending on them.
Caroline was ashamed to say that she ran away as fast as she could, leaving Mitchell to be consumed by the monstrous entity with a loud crunching and snapping noise, as if the thing's mouth were snapping his bones and crushing the lava rocks that covered his body. She continued running and running and running some more, pushing her way through the woods until she came across two more figures in the darkness by very nearly running into them; they turned out to be Alan and Zelda.
Without a word, Zelda pulled out her collapsible bo staff and whipped out a pair of katana blades that she tossed to Alan, the ex-pervert spinning them around in his fingers and wielding them like a professional; the two of them shared a silent look before rushing at the approaching fog, screaming quiet battle cries as they were instantaneously swallowed by the fog mere seconds later.
"Delicious . . ."
The vast cloud dark, misty fog was fast approaching, hungrily consuming all in its path in its slow, almost leisurely pursuit of Caroline; as Caroline came across more and more of her friends and fellow competitors, rushing to them for the help that they silently offered, they were swallowed by the approaching cloud with little effort. One by one they fell, Anuok, Paul, Toni, Alex, Reese, even Mortisha, all fell by the dark, black fog that relentlessly hunted Caroline through the dark woods, never faltering in its endless quest to satisfy its eternal hunger.
Eventually, Caroline had enough and collapsed to the ground, heaving and breathing heavily as she lay there with dead grass scratching at her face, unable to run anymore. With a breathless grunt, she rolled herself over onto her back to face the impeding fog that was almost casually rolling its way towards her, as if it was in no hurry to catch her and slowly devour her; as Caroline lay there, helpless, the fog parted slightly to reveal a figure floating at its center, its physique almost skeletal in appearance as it moved its bony hands to direct and move the mist's movements. All Caroline could see however, were the figure's dark, purple eyes glowing in the fog as a deep cackling echoed in her ears.
A sudden roar caught her attention and she looked up just in time to see a gigantic shadow pass overhead, a darkness so massive that she could comprehend it as Micheal effortlessly stepped over her in his Titanite form; the colossal alien roared again and clenched its fingers into fists as Caroline caught sight of a tiny figure clambering up the behemoth's side to stand defiantly on Micheal's shoulder. Upon closer inspection, she realized that it was Maurananei.
Caroline watched helplessly as the Titanite rushed at the approaching fog and drew back a massive fist to plunge it deep into the dark mist, actually seeming to drive it back briefly as Maurananei launched herself from the Titanite's shoulders and dove headfirst into the black fog, blowing out a decent sized portion as Micheal raised up a foot to stomp down on the fog, blasting it away. The fog hissed venomously as it parted to form several strong, wispy tendrils that quickly wrapped around the Titanite's arms and legs, restraining it as it fought and struggled to free itself; Maurananei fared slightly better, being smaller and more quick than Micheal, but eventually she was caught to by a lucky tentacle and was pulled into the depths of the fog, forever lost. The Titanite above Caroline bellowed in defiance and fought with all its tremendous strength, slowly losing ground until it fell to the ground on its stomach and was dragged into the depths of the mist, its fingers leaving deep trails in the earth as it tried to pull itself free.
"Mmmm. Not bad . . ."
Zelda groaned in her sleep, curling up tighter into a ball as she groped around for her nice, warm blanket; when her hand grasped nothing but bare rock, she stirred and blinked open her eyes to blearily take in her surroundings. With a grunt, she sat up and yawned, stretching as she looked around to find herself in the depths of a dark, dank cave.
"Hello?" Zelda called out, shivering slightly at the slight breeze that rustled past her bare skin; sitting in a cold cave in ones pajamas was not a recommended past time.
"Good. You're awake." a familiar voice said.
Zelda blinked. "Micheal? What are you doing here?" she gulped nervously.
The pink genius watched as the watch wearer stepped out from behind a rock formation with a severely annoyed look on his face as she walked over to her and leaned up against the wall of the cave with his arms folded over his chest. "I need your help."
"Me? You need my help?"
"That's what I said." Micheal confirmed as he shifted his hands to dig around in his pocket before he fulled something out to show Zelda; it bared resemblance to a thick arm band, rimmed with a dark black trimming with a lighter shade of purple. Stuck in the middle was something similar to a watch face with a simple design like that of silver, fanged jaws with a black tongue slithered out over them against a dark purple background. The moment Zelda laid eyes on it she backed away with fear, not wanting to see the device that had nearly caused her elimination and the very destruction of the world at the fingertips of a madwoman.
"W-Why did you bring that back?" she gulped nervously.
"Because it's your only hope." Micheal said grimly. "Wilson . . . he's not what he seems."
"What does Wilson have to do with this?" Zelda asked, slightly more relaxed than before.
"He's been lying to you this whole time," Micheal frowned, his grip on the faulty Animatrix tightening. "His real name is Serphonus, a witch doctor that can perform all sorts of dark magic, voodoo, hoodoo, and who knows what else; that challenge where we had to sing? He really turned Chris into a frog."
"Wish he would have stayed that way, too." Zelda smirked before becoming serious again. "But that's impossible; maybe with some special effects or holograms, but there is no such thing as real magic. Science does allow-"
"Does science allow room for aliens?" Micheal countered. "Granted, there are actually groups out there that study xenobiology, but do the mass majority of them believe they exist?"
"No . . ." Zelda admitted.
"Then the same goes for magic. Trust me, if it's possible for people to be able to play with fire, sound, and even our own image the way we do, then magic's not too far out of reach." Micheal shook his head.
"But why do you need my help?" Zelda wondered. "If he's so bad, can't you just turn into your four-armed creature and crush him like a piece of paper?"
"Nisilaha." Micheal corrected. "And I can't; if I make any sudden moves, he'll kill Caroline or any one of you; plus, Chris could penalize one of you if I interfere with the competition. I need someone smart to fix and properly finish off the Animatrix so that if Serphonus makes it to the finale, whoever is against him won't die instantly and can hopefully defeat him."
Zelda sighed; ever since she had been blackmailed into helping Kiko make her own bootleg Animatrix of her own to try and take the million dollar prize and then rule the world afterwards, she had been pretty much cut off from the others, confined to just herself. No one wanted to talk to her unless they absolutely had to, and even then they tried to avoid talking to her or being near her in any manner, always leaving her alone. As if nearly having every bone in her body being broken and nearly dying in a forest fire wasn't punishment enough.
"Can't you just . . . turn into something super smart? I mean, there has to be some sample of a really intelligent life form in that device. The probability that there isn't is too low."
"I would, but just by being here I'm breaking the rules of the contest." Micheal shook his head. "It has to be you."
"But-"
"Zelda, if you don't, Serphonus will murder the world. With the million dollar prize and his endless resources of dark magic, he can do anything he wants and nobody will be able to stop him; even I might lose at one point or another." Micheal explained. :If you do this, you'll have fully redeemed yourself; the world will see you as a hero."
"A . . . a hero?" Zelda blinked.
Micheal nodded. "And who knows? With your massive intellect, you be like the next Metal Man." he joked slightly as he held out the deactivated Animatrix to Zelda. "So? Will you do it?"
Zelda hesitated for a second before closing her fingers around the deivce. "I will." she nodded.
"Good." Micheal smiled before he dug into his pocket and pulled something else out that he tossed to Zelda, the genius barely managing to catch it before it fell to the cave floor.
"How . . . how did you get my phone?" Zelda marveled when she noticed that she was holding a familiar touch device with a pink casing in her grip. "I thought Chris confiscated all of our phones and stuff when we came to the island?"
"You should know by now that no lock or prison can withstand me." Micheal smirked. "If you have any trouble figuring it out or have questions, call me. Let me know when you're done, too; I have some modifications of my own that I'd like to add when you're done."
"Thank you . . ." Zelda sighed with relief. "I . . . I won't let you down."
"I don't doubt you." Micheal smiled as he tapped the Animatrix on his wrist and cycled through the roster before selecting a suitable transformation and slamming a hand down on the waiting activation button. His violet skin began to blister horribly, feathers patterns printing themselves across his arms and legs as his nose and mouth fused together in a horrific show into a hard, horny beak. Micheal's eyes turned gold in color as they moved a little ways away from their current position, sharpening to a thousand times better than before as his arms cracked and shifted their bones into a different position. The feathers all across his body were popping out in quick, random movements all across his body as hos clothes disappeared into thin air; his feet tore through his shoes as they melted into three talons, his heel grinding and groaning as it was forced out the back of his foot, becoming a fourth toe as his legs thinned and became scaly and hard. Tail feathers sprouted from the base of his spine as he shrank down to the size of a cat, his arms spread wide as dark brown wing feathers suddenly popped out and his head turned a snowy white, completing the transformation as a red collar formed around Micheal's neck.
With a screech, the bald eagle gave a flutter of its wings and alighted down on Zelda's shoulder, digging his talons in as gently as possible before poking her with its beak; not being well versed in the language of birds of prey, Zelda simply smiled as Micheal preened her hair with his beak, combing the nasty tangles and snarls into fluid locks before nipping at an itch under his right wing. Satisfied that his point (whatever it may have been) had been made, the raptor leaped off of Zelda's shoulder and furiously flapped its wings to gain altitude before letting itself soar high into the sky on a warm thermal; with a farewell screech, the bald eagle flew off into the distance until it was nothing more than a speck in the sky.
"Oh, this is gonna hurt my brain so much." Zelda sighed.
Chris grinned maliciously as he stood behind a podium on top of the island's stage, his sinister gaze flickering across the four remaining contestants; Zelda looked weary and kept on getting distracted by Wilson for some reason as he cleaned his ear. Maurananei looked like she wanted to murder something, hideous bags underneath of her eyes while Caroline looked like she hadn't slept in days, jumping at the slightest of noises. In short, today was going to be particularly fun for the sadistic host.
"Morning, competitors! Sleep well?" the host asked.
"N-No." Caroline trembled.
"Drop dead, McLean." Maurananei snarled.
"You are so lucky my license to kill has expired." Zelda grumbled as she mindlessly twirled a pair of throwing knives in one of her hands while resting her head on her hand out of boredom.
"Fine, actually. Thanks for asking." Wilson nodded with a bright smile; Chris made a mental note to wipe that side Wilson's smirk off as soon as possible.
"Well now, enough beating around the bush, as they say. Time to beat you!" Chris cracked; none of the remaining contestants were the slightest bit amused. "Now then, believe it or not, the producers have run out of both legal and inexpensive ways to torture you-"
"Thank, god." Maurananei grumbled under her breath.
"So we asked your fellow competitors to see f they have anything in mind!"
"Oh, god, no." Zelda cringed.
"Yep! Turns out, they had a lot of ideas." Chris chuckled darkly. "Took a while to get them all legally cleared, but it'll be worth it. Get ready to play I Triple Dog Dare You: Teen Freak Show Edition!"
"You are treading on thin ice, McLean. Very thin ice." Maurananei narrowed her gaze at the narcissistic host with one of her infamous death glares; Chris cringed and recomposed himself after mentally telling himself that there was no way Maurananei would be able to kill him in his sleep. At least, he hoped.
"And you're just recycling ideas from previous seasons!" Zelda pointed out.
"Well . . . Chris did say they were out of ideas." Wilson offered.
"Maybe, but that still means he's lazy!"
"Alright, enough!" Chris shouted, silencing the three chattering contestants; Caroline had opted to hide beneath the desk she had been seated at, wishing that her current nightmare would end soon. "Here's how the tortur- I mean, game goes: spin the Wheel of Misfortune and receive a challenge from an ex-contestant. Upon selecting a contestant, you will roll this die to receive either a truth or a dare." Chris explained, holding up a large, foam die with a glowing, yellow halo on three of the six sides and a white skull and cross bones on the other three; several of the contestants shared nervous looks with each other. "Now, you can either chose to perform the truth/dare yourself and get a freebie bottle in the process, which allow you to skip a truth or dare of your choosing, of sic it on one of the three other poor saps in the hopes of knocking them out of the challenge and securing a spot for you in the finale."
"I-I don't like this." Caroline whimpered.
"That makes two of us." Maurananei grumbled.
"Three." Zelda chimed in.
"Ppft. Are you kidding me? Chris is a genius for coming up with this!" Wilson smiled, clapping his hands in admiration; Chris blindly drank in the small praise while the three girls shared odd looks with each other.
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"Since when is Wilson such a BEEP! kisser?" Maurananei wondered.
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Zelda tapped her chin in thought. "If what Micheal has told me is true, then Wilson is Serphonus and Serphonus is Wilson; logic tells me that there may have been a Wilson at one point in time, but he has long since lost himself to his darker personality. That or there was never a Wilson in the first place." she hummed. "I don't know exactly what Serphonus is playing at this time, but I have more important matters to worry about for the moment." she frowned with determination, holding up the prototype Animatrix in her hand.
"Micheal and the world is counting on me."
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Chris grinned maliciously; now was the best time to throw in the surprise twist. "And as an added bonus, for me at least, two of you will be going home tonight!"
"Wait, what?" Zelda cocked an eyebrow at this.
"Oh, no." Caroline gulped.
"Are you BEEP! BEEP! out of your BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! mind, McLean!?" Maurananei swore as loudly as possible, making the host cringe and widen his eyes at her choice of words while Caroline took cover underneath of her desk; she loved Maurananei like a sister, she was her best friend, but that didn't mean she wasn't terrified of her temper and the consequences that came with it.
"Nope! Totally being serious!" Chris flashed his trademark smile as best as he could without flinching under Maurananei's threatening glare.
"You're just getting lazy!" Zelda protested.
"No, I'm making sure this show ends on schedule, otherwise we have to pay extra for the air time." Chris frowned. "It's because of you ungrateful, little freaks that this show is cutting into my vacation time."
"Because you brought in extra contestants!" Zelda argued. "Of course you would have less time for a vacation!"
"Hey, I don't have to give you the million dollars if I don't want to." Chris shrugged.
Zelda frowned. "Actually, you're legally required to hand over the prize money to whoever wins this sorry excuse for a competition."
"If it's so bad, why did you sign up for it?" Chris countered with a cheeky grin. "And besides, I'm the host! I can do whatever I want!" he laughed; Zelda unfortunately, did not have an answer to that and fell back into her chair with an irritated huff of annoyance. "Now then, if there are no more interruptions, it's time to play
I Triple Dog Dare You: Teen Freak Show Edition!"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Maurananei growled.
"Maybe." Chris chuckled. "And thank you for volunteering yourself, Maurananei. You're up first!"
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"When I win the million, I am going to hire a personal contract hitman and send him after Chris," Maurananei frowned. "And if that doesn't work . . . I always did like getting my hands dirty."
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"This won't end well." Caroline trembled.
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Grumbling under her breath, the ex-criminal begrudgingly walked up to a large, grand, wooden wheel with photos of all the previously eliminated contestants crudely taped into marked off sections of the wheel and spun it around in a tight circle, remaining unmoving as it stopped on Anuok's picture.
"Now it's time to roll the dice!" Chris grinned.
"I'm not an idiot, McLean." Maurananei hissed as she took the foam block from Chris's hand and promptly chucked it at the stage floor, creating a small hole and landing the die on the image of a skull and crossbones.
"Uh, a dare." Chris gulped nervously as he cautiously kicked the die out of the hole in the stage and read off a small index card. "Wrestle a tiger shark."
"Okay, now you're just insulting me." Maurananei frowned as Chef pushed up a large tank of water onto the stage with a large, gray shark covered in dark brown stripes floating around inside; the burly cook then climbed a small ladder and onto a diving board over the tank before proceeding to prick his finger and drop a single speck of crimson blood into the tank. Chef then had approximately three seconds to jump off of the diving board and back onto the stage before the voracious tiger shark leaped out of the water and bit the diving board off in a single bite.
"Funny fact about tiger sharks," Chris grinned in the hopes of freaking Maurananei out. "They're known as the 'trash cans of the sea', since they will literally eat anything, including people."
"Back home, they called me 'La gouttière de poisson'." Maurananei stated.
"Wh-What's that mean?" Caroline gulped.
"Trust me when I say you don't want to know, Cupcake." the ex-criminal gave her a warm, friendly smile before turning to face the tank with a sinister frown, glaring angrily at the savage and blood lusting tiger shark inside. Without hesitation, Maurananei charged at the tank and jumped in, instantly turning the water into a frenzy of churning, pink bubbles; Caroline watched through her fingers, only managing to catch glimpses of Maurananei's leg or the tiger shark's tail in the battle before it suddenly to a stop with Maurananei holding the voracious, oceanic predator in a headlock. The shark managed to shake itself free before turning the tank into a cloud of bubbles and thrashing water again before coming to another stop, this time with Maurananei holding the shark's jaws open with her feet and struggling against the beast's terrible jaw strength.
Caroline could tell that her friend was losing air fast, if the trail of bubbles constantly trailing from her lips and mouth was anything to go by; fortunately for her, Maurananei slugged the tiger shark in the nose before gaining the upper hand and grabbing it by the tail before proceeding to beat the shark against the sides of the tank like a rag doll before giving a final move and tossing it clear out of the tank and out into the lake a short distance away with a satisfying splash!
"And that," Maurananei grinned as she resurfaced and shook water out of her hair. "Is why I'm banned from Germany."
Chris merely blinked, stunned, as Maurananei shook herself dry and took the freebie from the host's fingers before retreating back to her seat with a satisfied smirk on her face.
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"This could be tougher than I thought." Zelda mused.
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"Zelda, you're up." Chris smirked, beckoning for the pink genius to come hither and approach the wooden wheel; she gulped and spun the wheel with a mighty thrust, biting her lip as she watched images of Paul, Reese, Alex, and Kiko fly by her vision, becoming almost a blur until the wheel stopped on Tajira's angry face.
"Time to roll the die and see what fate has in store for you!" Chris chuckled, tossing the foam die to Zelda.
"I'm not an idiot, Chris. I have an IQ 199." Zelda frowned as she made some quick calculations in her head to figure how much force she should use to roll the die in her hands and succeed in getting a golden halo; she didn't feel like overstimulating her muscles and mind right now when she knew she would be using them for hours on end to complete the prototype Animatrix in time for the finale. And with the threat of two competitors being sent home, she didn't have any time to waste if that person ended up being her. Zelda gave a small movement of her wrist and tossed the die into the air, watching it bounce off the wooden stage and roll a golden halo, exactly as she had planned.
"What is your most prized possession?" Chris read off another index card.
"Oh, come on! She gets asked to answer that while I wrestled a tiger shark!?" Maurananei cried with exasperation.
"Do you regret it?" Chris cocked an eyebrow.
"Not in the slightest." Maurananei smirked. "Please, continue."
Zelda sucked in a deep breath and relaxed; it wasn't one of the really big, tough questions she had anticipated, and this made it much more easy for her. "Simple. My stuffed dog, Spot. I never go anywhere without him."
"You mean that old rag that Chef found and used to clean the communal washrooms?" Chris wondered with an all knowing smirk on his face.
"WHAT!?" Zelda screamed at the top of her lungs; unfortunately for Chef, he decided to stroll across the set at that very moment with a bucket of water, a mop, and a stuffed dog slung over his shoulder that was covered from head to tail in a thick coating grime and sludge. With a loud screech that would have rivaled a harpy, Zelda leaped upon the hapless cook and proceeded to beat the ever living tar out of him, much to Maurananei's amusement.
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"I'll admit, I didn't like Zelda at first, especially after how she helped Kiko nearly destroy all of us, no matter how accidental it was." Maurananei shrugged. "Anyone who hates Chef as much as I do and is willing to beat the living daylights out of him is OK in my book." she smiled, giving the camera a thumbs up.
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"Now I'm scared of Chris, Chef, Kiko, and Zelda." Caroline whimpered. "I didn't know legs could bend that way."
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"Oh, Spot! Look at what they've done to you!" Zelda sniffed as she held her precious, stuffed animal out at arms length, unable to handle the awful stench coming from her most prized possession. "Don't worry. As soon as I get home, I'm giving you a good bath, I promise!" she got over the revolting odor and hugged Spot close to her, despite the way the stuffed dog stained her pink clothes.
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"Despite putting Chef into intensive care, Zelda has won herself a freebie!" Chris announced with a satisfied smile as a pair of medics carted off the injured cook without batting an eye; Zelda took her freebie and went back to her seat with the revolting remains of her stuffed dog under arm. The rest of the contestants promptly scooted away from her about a dozen feet or so, though this didn't bother the pink genius in the slightest. "Now then, I believe it's little Ms. Animal Whisper's turn."
"M-Me?" Caroline gulped.
"Yes, you." Chris grinned with a sinister smile. "Come up and spin the Wheel of Misfortune!"
Caroline sucked in a deep breath and cautiously crept up to the wheel, glancing back to receive a reassuring nod and 'hurry up and get it over with' gesture from Zelda; as rude as the gesture might seem to some, Caroline knew the pink genius was only trying to help. After all, prolonging the inevitable would only make it worse. With this in mind, Caroline grabbed the wheel and spun as hard as she could, nearly falling flat on her face as the wheel spun around and around, buzzing past pictures of Monique, Toni, and Mitchell before finally settling on a picture of Eduardo. Naturally, the emo was not smiling in the slightest.
"Yeesh. Is that his face or a Halloween mask?" Chris cracked as he tossed Caroline the die.
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"Seriously, Chris?" Serphonus pinched his brow. "I actually had more respect for you, what with how you tortured us in the past few weeks; but that's just cheap." the witch doctor sighed. "I'll admit, waiting in the shadows for the perfect time to strike and sabotage Zelda and Maurananei is not only tougher than I thought, but also boring. Might actually consider taking out that magical clone of mine I made and take it's place." he tapped his chin in thought as he absentmindedly twirled a razor-sharp dagger shaped like a crow's feather around in his fingers.
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Caroline took the die and tossed it up into the air, crossing her fingers and biting her lip while she hoped to whatever powerful deity might be watching over her, regardless of whether it be of Greek, Chinese, Aztec, Roman, or even the Great Law of Karma, would not let her roll the fearsome skull and crossbones that signified a dare.
Naturally of course, the die rolled the dreaded skull and bones.
"Ooh! You're not gonna like this one!" Chris grinned wickedly as he glanced over the card with the challenge, his cruel smile broadening even further. "Douse yourself in chicken grease-"
"I don't like this already." Maurananei frowned.
"Th-That makes two of us!" Caroline gulped.
"If I may continued?" Chris frowned, not happy that he had been interrupted and had the camera's attention stolen from him. "Douse yourself in chicken grease and head to the bear cave . . . which has been stocked with a pride of hungry, sleeping lions. Find out which lion is returning contestant Toni, and you win a freebie. Ya know, provided you survive and stuff."
"This is insane!" Maurananei roared. "You're trying to get her killed!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who wrote the dare." Chris shrugged. "And besides, legal's already cleared it. So in the event that she
does die, it won't be my fault; she signed the contract after all." she smirked triumphantly. "And imagine the ratings we'd get!"
The host had approximately three seconds to just barely duck out of the way of a
very sharp dagger thrown his way, courtesy of Maurananei and Zelda, the later letting the former borrow one of her many weapons. "Alright, alright! Enough with the threatening of my person!" Chris griped. "Caroline, you can either take the dare yourself or pin it on someone else. Like maybe someone who doesn't have a freebie!" he added in a low voice, jerking a thumb in Wilson's direction.
Caroline gulped nervously and glanced between the three available contestants she could (most likely) send to their death. "I . . . I-I . . . I choose-"
"Can I just say this is disgusting?" Maurananei grumbled under her breath, shaking her head in an attempt to get some of the fresh chicken grease off of her; she could only hope that Alan wasn't watching and that the editors would censor the footage, considering she was pretty sure that everyone could see through her wet top.
"Sorry!" Caroline apologized a fair distance away.
"Ah, don't be. This'll be like taking candy from a baby." she waved the apology off, cracking her knuckles with a wide, confident grin on her face.
"Yeah, a six-hundred pound baby with teeth the size of your hand and claws strong enough to scratch a car door." Wilson mumbled under his breath as Maurananei fearlessly marched into the mouth of the cave and silently picked her way through the pride of sleeping lions that had been packed into the cave to the brim; the ex-criminal could only hope she picked the right lioness and not one that would not enjoy having its nap disturbed.
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"Too easy." Serphonus cackled. "Maurananei's goin' home one way or another."
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Stifling a cackle under his breath, Serphonus slunk in the shadows of the nearby forest, watching as a baited Maurananei bravely walked into the lion's den, making double sure she didn't accidentally step on any tails or paws. Once he was sure the ex-criminal was deep with the recesses of the cave, he slipped his staff under his arm and cupped his hands together, forming a ball of raw power and magic tha formed a hot ball of flame between his fingers; once hot enough, he thrust his arms forward and lobbed the ball of unstable energy into the mouth of the cave, the spell too quick for anyone watching to pick up with the naked eye.
"What was that?" Zelda blinked, rubbing her eyes.
"Probably one of the cameras malfu-" Chris shrugged before an explosion rocked the ground and nearly made the group of competitors Chris fall flat on their butts as the cave lit up like the Fourth of July; a series of enraged and loud snarls, growls, and roars quickly followed as the lions all woke up and converged on the one thing in sight that looked remotely like food, which unfortunately happened to be a chicken grease covered contestant.
"MAURANANEI!" Caroline screamed as her friend's screams met her ears. She was about to forget about all of the rules and regulations that would prevent her from interfering with the dares to save Maurananei as best as she could, begging the lions to leave her alone, when she realized that Maurananei's yells were not of terror but of anger and triumph. This prompted Chris to put on a face of confusion while Zelda and Wilson shared concerned looks with each other as Caroline nervously bit her lip, hoping her friend would make it out alive; from the way the yells and savage roars only increased in volume, her hopes were starting to diminish.
After what seemed an eternity of waiting, the noise finally died down and stayed that way for the longest time, much to Caroline's horror until a slight movement caught her eye; she blinked and peered closer at the cave to see Maurananei come staggering out from the cave covered in soot, dust, and several nasty looking scratches that tore into and ruined her clothes while she dragged a grumpy lioness by the tail out into the daylight.
"That's for biting me." Maurananei grumbled, managing to flip the massive cat over her shoulder and to the ground with some effort, panting heavily and grunting with surprise as Caroline slammed into her and hugged her tightly relieved that she was alive; the lioness currently lying on the ground growled with annoyance and climbed to its feet, shaking its head before it fluidly resumed the form of a mocha skinned girl that stood up and cracked her aching back.
"Can I go now?" Toni frowned. "I'm gonna be feeling this for a long time."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Chris waved her off; Toni's mocha skin began to horribly blister as feather patterns formed all over her body, thousands of quills suddenly popping out at the same time. Her head, back, chest, arms, legs, all of them suddenly sprouted feathers like she in a stop-action film of plants growing. Her lips grew as hard as fingernails, pouting outwards into a sharp, hooked beak. Her arms and fingers stretched outwards, her fingers molding together into fine points as the joints in her arms loudly positioned themselves. She was shrinking all the while, her toes all molding together in three larger ones that were perfectly for grasping things as sharp, hooked talons formed on the ends. Her heel ground and shifted as a fourth toe grew out from behind her, also sporting a razor sharp talon as her feet and ankles hardened and became crusty. Long tail feathers sprouted from the base of her spine as a small bump of flesh on her butt became her tail as her feathers turned black on top and snowy white and gray under her. Flight feathers suddenly popped into existence on her arms, completing the transformation as her eyes turned golden and sharpened to almost a thousand times better than they were before.
With a farewell screech, the bald eagle took to the air and circled high above before flying off towards the horizon on a warm thermal, though not before ruining Chris's hair with a small 'present' from her posterior.
"AGH! Makeup!" Chris wailed.
"And, after a grueling twenty minutes of torture, our four remaining contestants stick it out to the limit!" Chris grinned, leaning against his podium; Zelda glared back at him with a black eye she had received from a grizzly bear and her arms and neck were covered in dozens of small cuts and scratches. Maurananei remained relatively unscathed, save for the occasional moments when she suddenly duck under her desk and vomit up her stomach contents with Caroline rubbing her back to help her as best as she could. "And with seven freebies and no sign of backing down, Maurananei has taken the lead! Following close behind with two freebies is Zelda, and both Wilson and Caroline are tied for third with one freebie each.
" . . . Drop dead, McLean . . ." Maurananei moaned.
"Don't worry, Maura, we've got plenty more sick and twisted dares and truths in store!" Chris smirked as Maurananei managed to stop puking and wipe her mouth with her sleeve, guzzling down one of the freebie bottles in one swig.
"These things have water in them?" Wilson cocked an eyebrow.
"Soda, actually. Cherry Cola, if I'm not mistaken." Maurananei replied, slamming the bottle down on her desk and turning to glare at Chris. "Lets get this over with, McLean."
"Alright, alright. No need to throw needlessly sharp weapons at my head," Chris grumbled under his breath. "Wilson, you're up! Think you can handle it on your own and not pawn it off on somebody else this time? Not that I'm complaining." the host chuckled. Wilson shrugged and climbed out of his seat to walk up to the Wheel of Misfortune and give it spin, watching the images of eliminated contestants whiz by his eyes; Micheal, Paul, Reese, Mortisha, Trey . . . the wheel finally stopped on a picture of Alan.
"Ooh! Alan!" Chris chuckled as he tossed Wilson the die. "This should be interesting!"
Wilson didn't seem bothered by this in the slightest and gave the foam cube a small toss, watching as it rolled through the air and bounced along the stage before coming to a stop on a picture of a skull and crossbones.
"Another dare?" Zelda frowned. "The odds of rolling a dare on that die twenty-four times in a row are too astronomical for this to be fair!"
"Nobody cares, Zelda!" Chris snapped before recomposing himself and reading off the index card he had been provided. "Ooh, you're not gonna like this! Or maybe you will. Either way, someone's gonna hate someone else in the next few days!"
"Just get on with it!" Maurananei roared angrily.
"Alright, alright! Sheesh!" Chris frowned. "Kiss the person sitting next to you: on the lips. So, what'll it be, Wilson? Pucker up or back down and pin the dare someone else?"
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"Child's play." Serphonus smirked. "With Caroline sitting next to me and nobody on my left, I have full choice of who to pin the dare on. And who better than the biggest threat right now? Micheal . . . I hope you're watching."
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Wilson tapped his chin in thought. "Hmmm. Tough one, Chris." he mumbled. "I think I'll give this one to . . . Maurananei."
"You owe me five bucks." Maurananei smirked, turning to Zelda with an open hand, only to find that the pink genius had vanished from her seat and out of sight or range; the ex-criminal blinked and slowly turned around in her seat to glance back at the single remaining contestant next to her, Caroline.
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"Micheal, whatever happens next, please don't kill me." Maurananei pleaded.
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"Well . . . uh, this is . . . awkward."
"That's an understatement." Chris smirked, his grin broadening further and further when he noticed Caroline's entire face turning a bright, beet red and looking like she wanted to curl up into a ball and crawl into the smallest crevice she could find. "Now if you don't want to get the boot, Maurananei, I highly suggest you pucker up and start smoochin'!"
"Where did I put that dagger . . ?" Maurananei grumbled under her breath, patting her pockets and ducking under her desk to check the vomit stained area beneath her feet; Chris quickly plucked the knife embedded in the stage behind him and carelessly tossed it over his shoulder and out of sight, ignoring the yelp of surprise/pain that followed.
"Time's a tickin'!" Chris tapped his watch with a devious smile.
"Oh, for the love of entrailles de poisson-" Maurananei started before she grabbed Caroline by her small shoulders and turned her around, passionately smashing her lips against the small girl's with hesitation; she began to move her lips in a slow rhythm, if for no other reason that to make sure that Chris wouldn't be able to play against her.
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"Alan, eat your heart out." Serphonus smirked.
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"Alan, you and I are having a little . . . chat . . . when we meet again." Zelda frowned, pulling out her collapsible bo staff and whipping it around her back and shoulders with deadly precision.
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"Okay, okay! Enough! You've made your point!" Chris yelled, covering his eyes and waving his hands wildly in an attempt to make the two girls stop kissing; after a few more seconds of fruitless struggling on Caroline's part, Maurananei finally let go and released the frantic animal whisperer from her hold.
"S-Sorry." Maurananei smiled sheepishly. "I, uh, got caught up in the moment."
"That's an understatement." Wilson snickered slightly; upon being released, Caroline promptly fell dead to the floor, unmoving and hardly seeming to breath too.
"And with that, we check if Caroline is still alive and give Maurananei her eighth freebie of the challenge!" Chris announced. "Zelda, you're up!"
"You are a sick man, McLean." Zelda mumbled as she climbed down the face of a nearby tree headfirst like a sly, flexible cat; she cast Caroline a sympathetic look before she spun the Wheel of Misfortune and stepped back, waiting several seconds until it landed on a picture of Kiko.
"I'll take a dare, thank you very much." Zelda put up a hand as Chris made a move to hand her the foam die. "The odds that I'll roll a truth are so small a monkey would have a better chance of writing the complete works of William Shakespeare."
"Um, what?" Chris blinked.
"You've never heard of the Infinite Monkey Theorem, have you?" Zelda sighed, deadpanned. "As an animated villain voiced by Jeremy Irons once said, 'I'm surrounded by idiots'."
"Just take the dare already." Chris sighed, picking out the card Micheal had written both the dare and a death threat on. "Swim in piranha-infested waters for five minutes."
"Wait, what?" Zelda blinked as a pair of interns struggled to push a large tank of water up onto the stage; a third intern climbed up a ladder on the side of the water filled tank and dropped a hunk of ham into the water below. It took approximately five seconds for the water to churn into a frothing, bubbling mess that quickly spat out a large bone riddled with teeth marks.
"Hope you know how to swim." Chris chuckled as another pair of interns grabbed the inert pink genius by the arms and dragged her to the take, carrying her to the top of the ladder. "Any last words?"
"I . . . I . . . I use a freebie!" Zelda gulped.
"Good call," Chris nodded. "Especially considering you can't swim."
"Can't swim, eh? How fortuitous." Serphonus hummed from the shadows.
"Okay, even I'm starting to get bored of this." Chris yawned, drumming his hands impatiently on the podium; Maurananei had recently run out of freebies, losing them to willing stripping on international TV, kissing an alligator, and eating live cockroaches. Zelda had also run out of freebies, suffering multiple injuries from irritated crabs, a disgruntled house cat that didn't want to be declawed on TV, and a seriously annoyed squid that wasn't too keen on being swallowed alive and whole. Caroline and Wilson however, were the only two that didn't seem to suffering horribly, with a freebie each.
"D-Does that mean we c-can stop?" Caroline quivered.
"Unfortunately, no." Chris frowned. "The network requires that a contestant, in this case two, be eliminated each episode,. Unless, of course, there's a surprise team swap in store."
"So we're stuck until two of us get booted, huh?" Maurananei sighed. "Can't two of us just surrender or something?"
"One slight issue with that," Zelda frowned. "Which two of us has to quit? I thought even
you would be able to figure that out."
"And what's
that supposed to mean?" Maurananei narrowed her eyes.
"I thought out of all of us lunatics stuck on this island you were one of the more sane ones." Zelda sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Maurananei frowned.
"No, but it's somewhere pretty close."
"THAT'S IT!" Maurananei roared, lunging at Zelda; the pink genius jumped back at the last second, whipping out her collapsible bo staff and whacking Maurananei over the head with it. The ex-criminal screamed with anger and grabbed the legs of her desk, effortlessly lifting it over her head and chucking it at Zelda, watching with satisfaction as she was hit full in the chest and sent flying across the stage; Maurananei followed up by charging across the stage and slamming her fists into the desk, reducing it to slabs of wood and splinters.
"Maurananei! Zelda! Stop!" Caroline pleaded.
"No, keep it up! This is awesome!" Chris encouraged.
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"Once again, fate plays right into my hand." Serphonus chuckled.
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"Time to beat some sense into ya!" Maurananei snarled, grabbing a desk leg and raised it above her head to bash Zelda over her own head with; the pink genius raised her bo staff at the last second and blocked the strike before she kicked Maurananei in the knee and climbed to her feet in her opponent's time of weakness, lashing out with her bo staff like a sword. With her desk leg, Maurananei fended Zelda off as best as possible, lashing out with her weapon and parrying any attempts from Zelda to hit her.
"I don't (grunt) know about you, but (ugh) I took fencing lessons (ergh) back home!" Maurananei grunted as she attacked Zelda.
"And I know more than a dozen different types of martial arts." Zelda countered before she dropped down to the ground and swiped Maurananei's legs out from underneath; the ex-criminal fell flat on her back, knocking the wind out of her and just barely managed to react as Zelda leaped at her. She caught Zelda by her fist and gut before flipping her over and slamming her into the stage a couple yards behind her, sending splinters and wood everywhere; scrambling to her feet and cupping her fists together, she jumped through the air and brought them down on Zelda's chest, knocking the wind out of her and punching her repeatedly in the gut to keep her sedated.
"Go for the jugular!" Chris rooted.
"Chris! Please! Stop this!" Caroline begged. "Can't you get in there and do something?"
"Are you kidding?" the host scoffed as Zelda grabbed Maurananei's upcoming fist and forearm and managed to flip her over. "I'll get creamed!"
"That wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, now would it?" Maurananei grunted as she climbed to her feet and caught Zelda's upcoming bo staff in her hands, struggling against the pink genius' momentum before she used it to swing her around and throw her into one of the stage's curtains, tearing it off. With Zelda's bo staff now in her possession, Maurananei charged at the jumbled mess of velvet cloth and started to relentlessly beat it, raising up a foot to stomp down on what she guessed to be Zelda's head.
"Hold still, you!" Maurananei snarled, positioning to kick Zelda in her chest only to have the bundle of curtains throw itself at her and tackle her to the stage; the two of them rolled around on the stage in a wild frenzy, rolling and tumbling about and crashing into things, much to Chris's horror. Despite his screams and protests for them to stop, the two of them continued to wrestle about on stage, punching and slugging each other without mercy and crashing into things all the while.
"Stop it!" Zelda screamed as she crashed into Chris's podium and destroyed it.
"No, you stop it!" Maurananei shouted back as they crashed into another curtain and broke one of the stage's main support beams in the process.
"Maurananei . . ." Caroline tried to say.
"Not now, Cupcake! I'm beating the ever livin' tar out this wench!" Maurananei snapped as she and Zelda rolled back stage and crashed into one of several dozens props that had been strategically stacked back in the shadows; the stage trembled and shook with every movement the bundle of curtain, arms, legs, and now stage props made as it barreled back out on stage and nearly ran Chris over, instead crashing through the rest of the desks and chairs set up for the competition before then smashing through the Wheel of Misfortune.
"My Wheel of Misfortune! No!" Chris wailed.
"Maurananei . . ." Caroline spoke up again.
"Kinda busy right now!" Maurananei yelled.
"Can't you see . . . we're tussling!?" Zelda grunted, managing to gain the upper hand and slip out from under the curtain and climb to her feet; Maurananei followed, still covered in the curtain and looking very much like a ghost. The ex-criminal gave a banshee-like scream and lunged forward, only to be given a roundhouse kick to the stomach by Zelda and sent flying across the stage and slam into another one of the stage's main support beams, sliding down to the stage with a groan.
"I'm gonna feel that in the morning . . ." Maurananei groaned.
"Maurananei!" Caroline screamed.
"What?" Maurananei wondered before a loud creaking and groaning noise met her ears and she looked up to see the stage trembling and shifting all around her.
"My beautiful stage!" Chris wailed as the entire structure came collapsing down on him, Zelda, Maurananei, Caroline, and Wilson in a cloud of wood, rubble, and dust; after a few seconds of awkward silence, Maurananei lifted up a large beam off of her, tossing it aside with a grunt.
"You okay, Cupcake?" Maurananei glanced down at Caroline; the ex-criminal had managed to rush across the collapsing stage at the last second and use herself as a shield to protect her at the cost of several dozen splinters embedded rather deep in her back.
"F-Fine." Caroline gulped, her heart pounding in her chest. "W-Where's Caroline?"
"Over here . . ." Zelda moaned, crawling out from under a pile of curtains and stage props.
"You alright?" Maurananei asked.
"Fine." Zelda replied. "What we're we doing anyway?"
"You mean other than acting like complete and utter
BEEP! Heads, fighting like little, bratty kids, endangering our friends and Chris, and destroying a grand stage with Chris's face on it?" Maurananei listed off. "Because, lets be honest, that last one was totally worth it."
"Maybe." Zelda chuckled before sighing. "Look . . . I'm sorry I got so full of myself."
"Nah, it wasn't that bad. Besides . . . I am kinda insane, now that I think about it." Maurananei shrugged it off with a small laugh. "I mean, how else do you think I got banned from Germany?"
"Never will taste that sweet beer, will you?" Zelda joked.
"Do you have to rub it in?"
"S-So . . . are you friends now?" Caroline wondered.
Maurananei and Zelda blinked and turned to look at each other before bursting out into laughter. "Yeah, I guess we are." Maurananei admitted. "By gones be by gones?"
"Affirmative." Zelda nodded with a smile.
"This is nice and all, but you're forgetting one eensy, weensy, tiny, little detail," Chris coughed as he cralwed out from under the remains of his glorious stage. "YOU DESTROYED MY BEAUTIFUL STAGE!"
"Oh, as if you don't have enough memorabilia with your face on it." Maurananei rolled her eyes.
"No, no I don't! There can never be enough of my gorgeous face! Never!" Chris roared with anger. "Which is why you and Zelda are booted from the competition for destroying my precious stage!"
"
WHAT!?" the three girls exclaimed with surprise.
"You heard me! No ifs, ands, or buts! You're outta here!" Chris screamed furiously. "You have one hour to pack your bags before you meet me at the bonfire pit!"
The wind was cool in the air, causing the warm, crackling flames to flicker and dance at the bonfire pit; the moon was full overhead with a sea of fog rolling in over the lake. A crow cawed in the nearby trees, making the hairs on the back of Maurananei's neck just barely stand on end while their shadows and danced and wavered into horrifying creeps and ghouls in the firelight.
"Why are we here?" Zelda wondered. "Wouldn't it just save time if you sent us home already?"
"Trust me, I would love
nothing more than to send you two harpies flying, but the network requires a bonfire elimination every episode." Chris shrugged. "Plus, I like marshmallows."
"Just get on with it." Maurananei sighed, grumbling curses under her breath.
"Fine. Caroline and Wilson," Chris announced. "Congratulations on getting to the final two of Total Drama: Pahkitew's Vengeance! You two will be duking it out, fighting to the death in the grand finale for a chance to win one million dollars!" the host cackled before his phone buzzed and he answered it. "Correction. Not to the death, but very close."
"You're stalling. And frightening Cupcake." Maurananei frowned, wrapping an arm around a trembling Caroline's shoulders and giving her a comforting hug; the animal whisper blushed a deep crimson, remembering earlier in the day about how close she had been forced to get to Maurananei.
Chris sighed with annoyance produced a tray with exactly two marshmallows on it. "I have two, fluffy, delicious treats of sweet freedom in my hand here, but only four undeserving contestants to give them to; which ones will be lucky enough to stay in the game and which ones will be unlucky enough to earn a ride home on the Torpedo of Shame?"
"Chris, I hate to point this out now, but you already told us who was safe." Wilson piped up. "You're just being redundant."
"Fine. Caroline and Wilson, you're safe. Zelda and Maurananei get your butts off of my island before I call the police." Chris frowned, tossing Caroline and Wilson their marshmallows.
"No help necessary." Maurananei waved the threat off before putting her fingers to her lips and giving a shrill whistle; a loud roar cut through the quiet of the night and the ground began to rumble and tremble, clouds of birds and bats sent flying out of the nearby trees as a few were carelessly knocked and pushed aside like blades of grass until Larry emerged from the forest. Caroline yelped with surprise and fell off her log, the gigantic, mutant plant looking quite frightening in the hostile glow of the campfire.
"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" Maurananei cooed as she scratched Larry under his chin, earning a satisfied purr; the ground started to shake again as one of Larry's roots uncontrollably pounded the ground in pleasure.
"Oh, no you don't! Larry's staying here with me!" Chris argued.
Maurananei frowned. "Hey, boy, guess what Mommy got ya? A new chew toy!" she babied the giant plant once more, grinning with a sinister smile and pointing at Chris; the host had turned a pale shade of white as his former plant turned to look at him, growling and drooling excessively. "Sic 'im."
Maurananei was kind enough to cover Caroline's eyes as Larry lunged his head forward at Chris and snapped the host up in his jaws, hugging the greatly frightened girl close to her while Larry struggled against Chris's pitiful attempts to be eaten; after several seconds of tossing the host around in his mouth, Larry managed to toss him up in the air and catch him in one snap, proceeding to slowly chew on him as he screamed and scrambled around in his mouth.
"I-I-Is he gonna b-be okay?" Caroline trembled.
"I'll have Larry spit 'im out long before that happens." Maurananei reassured her, stroking her head to sooth her. "But what about you? You gonna be okay here on this island without me and Micheal?"
Caroline gulped and sucked in a deep breath; she knew from the very beginning that if she ever made it onto the show, ever made any life long friends, or even a boyfriend, that she would at one point have to go on without them, whether she was the one being eliminated or not. Even if her friends hadn't been at her side, she had been in a war, she had hunted a psycho, she had rode across the Wild West, battled on the high seas, fought off an ancient curse, defeated mythical monsters, sang on international TV, stopped the destruction of the world, fought against seasoned bounty hunters, trudged across the frozen tundra, and survived the zombie apocalypse, she had still done all of those things, regardless of whether she was alone or not. "Y-Yeah. I'll be fine." she tried to sound brave.
"That's my trooper." Maurananei smiled, giving Caroline a final hug. "You win for us, got it? I want some moolah between my fingers as soon as possible." she joked.
"I'll try." Caroline nodded.
"This is touching and all, it really is, but shouldn't we be going soon?" Zelda piped up.
"Yeah, I suppose we should." Maurananei nodded before standing up and giving a second whistle; Larry paused his chewing and gave a disappointed whine before spitting Chris back out in a spray of wet slime and mucus, the host covered in thousands of little teeth marks. Shuddering slightly at the wet feeling that covered his entire being, Chris promptly got up off the ground and ran screaming into the forest, presumably towards his trailer.
"Guess that leaves us to sign off." Zelda sighed as Larry lowered his head to the ground so Maurananei could climb on; Zelda held up a finger and turned towards the camera, smoothing down her hair in an attempt to look good. "We're down to our final two! Will our winner being everyone's favorite animal whisperr, Caroline? Or will it be the mysterious, average, no good, lying, son of a- Wilson." Zelda corrected herself upon hearing where she was going. "Find out next time on Total Drama: Pahkitew's Vengeance!"
"I think you've been on this island for too long." Maurananei said as Zelda skillfully climbed up Larry to sit next to her.
"You have no idea." Zelda sighed, looking back down at Caroline and biting her lip when she caught sight of the hungry look in Wilson's eye as he stared at the oblivious animal whisperer.
And there we go!
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