(A/N: Good news, everyone! It seems that the SOPA bill just got sha-lightning'd out of the senate! =D Except there's one or two more bills that aren't good either- but it looks like they aren't going to pass either, considering nearly everyone in the US is pissed off about it. I apologize to any foreign readers- you probably have absolutely no clue what I'm talking about. As for American readers, party time! This is kin dof a short chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.)
Geoff and Owen sat in their usual spots in the aftermath studio, smiling at the audience. Tyler, Ezekiel, Katie, and a now calm Lindsay had joined the sidelines, to the dismay of Eva.
"Do we REALLY need to sit next to these losers?" Eva demanded.
"Girl, please," LeShawna snapped, "you weren't even IN this season."
"I could have been if I had wanted to," Eva snapped, "but that would be practically stealing the money from Chris-"
"Welcome to Camp TV Aftermath!" Geoff greeted, "Wow, how crazy these past few weeks have been, am I right? That whole scheme with Blaineley and Hatchet, and Chris infiltrating the cast, this sure has been an awesome season! But today, we're here to reflect on the more un-awesome parts of this season. Namely, the losers; and we also have some more secret footage from the film lot!"
Geoff looked over to Owen, who was eating a bucket of KFC.
"Uh, bro?" Geoff asked, "Your lines?"
"What?" Owen asked, a mouthful of chicken, "My lines? Oh, yeah, um... something about the things and the stuff with that one guy, right?"
Geoff rolled his eyes, and let out a sigh.
"All this and more, tonight on-"
"Oh, now I remember!" Owen chuckled, "And what's more, we also have a special interview with-"
"Owen, damn it," Geoff groaned, "all this and more tonight on Camp TV Aftermath!"
(Intro)
"Welcome back, folks!" Geoff greeted, "Just like last time, we decided to kick off the night with an interview with one of the eliminated contestants. So, please give a warm round of applause for Bridgette!"
The crowd clapped as the blonde walked on stage, smiling and waving at everyone.
"So, Bridgette," Geoff asked, "are you at all disappointed you couldn't make it to the merge this season?"
"A little," Bridgette shrugged, "I mean, I had higher hopes for this season… but you can't win them all, I guess."
"But seriously," Geoff said, "SADIE made it farther than you."
"No need to throw salt in the wound," Bridgette huffed.
"Here's something," Geoff continued, "I have to ask, what do you think of Heather and her little plan?"
"Hm," Bridgette thought, "well, I hate to say it, but it seems to work well. I'm not advocating it by any means- but she seems to know what she's doing. She's in the top six and no one has caught on yet. She has Justin and Izzy fooled that she's a nice person, and I don't think Gwen, Duncan or Cody suspect her."
"Do you think she has a fair shot at winning?" Geoff asked.
Bridgette frowned, but nodded all the same.
"On a more personal note," Geoff said, "I've noticed a bit of an attitude change in Justin this season. He's a little more… cocky. Any reason for that?"
"Well," Bridgette sighed, "it turns out he may have a movie deal going on. I was a little afraid the fame might go to his head, but- it has."
"Okay then," Geoff said, "thanks for your time, Bridgette. Before we move on to our next interview, we'd like to show you our first secret tape of the evening. Owen, roll the clip!"
"You're not going to believe this," Owen chuckled, "but I think the remote somehow got into my bucket of KFC…"
"WHAT?" Geoff asked, "You ATE the remote?"
"Sorry!" Owen exclaimed, throwing up his hands, "I wasn't paying attention, it was KFC!"
Geoff sighed, and got to his feet.
"Whatever," he said, "I'll do this myself."
Geoff walked over to the back of the stage, where the movie screen was hanging.
"Just gotta pull it down-" he said, leaping into the air.
For several minutes, Geoff repeated the process of jumping into the air, trying to pull down the screen, missing, and falling to the ground.
"Okay, it's cool," he chuckled, "ha, be right back."
Geoff walked off screen, leaving a confused Owen behind. Moments later, however, Geoff swung in on a rope and straight into the TV screen. The screen shattered, electrocuting Geoff, who then fell to the ground.
"Oh, hey!" Owen said, "I was SITTING on the remote this whole time, Geoff! Hey, Geoff? Geoff? Geoff? Geoff? GEOFF!"
"Uh, I think he might be seriously injured here," Tyler said, "I'll run him into the medical center. I'll tell an intern to replace the TV too."
Tyler leapt up, lifted Geoff over his shoulder, and took off running.
"Uh, okay," Owen chuckled nervously, "next interview, then! Everyone welcome TRENT!"
Trent walked on stage, smiled at the audience, and then took his seat across from Owen.
"Hey Trent," Owen greeted, "how's it going, brah?"
"Meh," Trent shrugged, "could be worse."
"So, after winning Season one, but only coming in ninth place this season, how do you feel?" Owen asked.
"Well, you know," Trent shrugged, "I mean, the money was nice, and I personally would have liked to have done better, but I didn't need to win again. It isn't THAT much of a big deal. Although I wish Heather had been taken care of before-hand."
"Yes, let's talk about Heather," Owen said, "what's your opinion on her?"
"I told Justin," Trent huffed, "didn't listen, AGAIN. Same thing happened with Katie, although she wasn't as good as Heather is."
"HEY!" Katie exclaimed, "I am too!"
"Nah," Trent said, "you left too many loose ends. Things that led back to you. Heather is shouldering the blame on to Cody, so she can use him as a scapegoat. I hate to say it, but she COULD win. Think about it. She could probably help Cody get through another elimination or two before he's voted out. She'll at least be in the final four, and after watching the first couple of episodes a few days ago, it looks like she has Izzy to help her out."
"I was WAY better at what I did," Katie said, "being a reality show antagonist is like… it's an art form, okay?"
"Katie, you got beat by LINDSAY," Trent said, "no offense."
"None taken," Lindsay smiled.
"So do you think she has the BEST shot at winning?" Owen asked.
"No way, man," Trent said, "that would be Izzy. She's freaking loopy. She stabbed Duncan once because he asked her to pass him a bottle of maple syrup."
All of a sudden, another huge screen was wheeled into the back of the room.
"Got it!" an intern exclaimed.
"cool!" Owen exclaimed, "Trent, thanks for your time, but now it's time for our secret clip!"
Owen pressed a button on the remote, and the screen lit up.
-CLIP-
The camera opens to Trent, Justin, Chris, and Duncan standing around Cody's bed. Chris holds up a bowl of warm water, and dips Cody's hand in. The four boys burst out laughing as Cody wets himself. However, in the back round, a figure can be seen slipping in through one of the trailer windows. The figure rummages around in someone's bags, takes something, and leaves.
(End Clip)
"As you can see," Owen said, "someone comes in, steals something while everyone is distracted, and leaves. This might not seem all that significant, since there was a lot of sneaking around on set, but we've done some work, and the figure is taller than Noah, but shorter than The Shadow. We also have security footage in the girl's trailer at that time, and everyone is accounted for. So, a non-contestant snuck in, and stole something from one of the current contestants. So we have another mystery person on the lose!"
"Uh, Owen," Trent put in, "that could have been anyone. Probably Sierra."
"I don't think so," Owen frowned, "I think there's trickery afoot."
"Give it up Owen," Eva snapped, "you aren't a good host. That's not a very mysterious tape. One of the other contestants snagged something from one of the guys."
"Oh yeah?" Owen asked, "then explain THIS!"
Owen turned the screen back on, and zoomed in on the figure. The figure was incredibly lanky- in fact, the former contestants were all certain they knew who it was.
"My god," Trent exclaimed, "turn that thing off!"
Owen shrugged, and turned off the set. Trent made his way up to leave, but Owen gestured for him to sit down.
"One last question," Owen asked, "so, what happened that day at the mall?"
Trent stared at Owen, and then got to his feet. Without a word, Trent walked off of the stage and out of the nearest emergency exit door.
"Uh," Owen murmured, scratching his head, "I guess he doesn't want to talk about it. Any, on to our next interview- please welcome Noah!"
Noah walked on the stage, an annoyed expression on his face. He seemed a little more tan than usual, and his hair was incredibly messy.
"Hey, you okay?" Owen asked.
"No," Noah hissed, "I'm not. Five minutes in the lame-o-suine with those Jersey freaks and I'm covered with spray tan and hair gel. I'm nowhere near cleaning out my hair, and I'm surprised this tan-in-a-can junk hasn't poisoned me."
"So Noah," Owen said, "I really don't remember my lines, but I think Geoff was supposed to ask you about that whole incident with Blaineley, and then there was that thing with either the chickens or the sumo wrestlers. I can't remember which."
Noah rolled his eyes, then sighed.
"I was offered a million dollars," Noah shrugged, "and I mean, I figured I had better chances working with her than trying to win the show."
"And you were wrong," Eva smirked.
"Well," Noah shrugged, "I'd rather be staying in my room HERE at the aftermath studio than at that forsaken film-lot. Especially now that Chris is back."
"Do you have any regrets?" Owen asked.
"Meh," Noah said, "well, I guess if I could turn back time, I would turn down Blaineley's offer. Mainly because I was going to get screwed over in the end no matter what happened."
"Now, who do you think the best player is so far?" Owen asked.
Noah thought it over.
"Hm," he said, "I'm not sure. Nearly everyone left is completely incompetent. We have the ego-maniac, the delusional boy, the poser, the witch, the psycho, and the loner. Had I remained at the studio, I'm sure it would have only been a matter of time before I lost my mind like everyone else. If I had to pick, I would say Gwen- she's the most tolerable out of everyone, I guess."
"Well, thanks for the input, Noah," Owen smiled, "to end our night, we have a special message from Chris himself! Give it up for our host!"
Owen turned on the TV screen. The camera was on Chris, who was standing in the middle of the film lot.
"Hey guys," Chris smirked, "glad to be here. I just wanted to thank all of you for continuing to watch even after Blaineley took over. The ratings have remained up, despite my absences on the show. Although I am a little disappointed in the lack of fan fictions involving Bob. Wasn't I interesting enough as a competitor? I mean, I-"
"Uh, Chris?" Owen said.
"Oh, right," Chris smiled, "anyway, since my position as host has officially been cleared, I'd like to let all of you know that I plan on ending this season with a bang. Even though we only have six competitors, I promise to squeeze the last possible bit of entertainment value possible out of them."
Tweek appears on screen, hands Chris the Pancake launcher from season one, and the disappears.
"Starting now," the host smiles as Duncan walks by.
Chris aimed the launcher at Duncan, and the screen went blank as the punk let out a scream.
"Well, thanks for joining us," Owen said, "and don't forget to send Geoff a get well card in the hospital! Tune in next time to:
CAMP TV:
BEYOND THE SET!"
(A/N: Yeah, really short. I just couldn't seem to think up much for this aftermath chapter. And for those of you wondering, I'm actually planning on doing five sotries in this series- only three of them will be season. The other two will be prequels based on how Chris met Izzy and Chef, and then goes over some stuff with Blaineley and Josh before season two started. The second story, which I'm very much looking forward to writing, is titled, "The Mall". Figure out what that one is about, hmm? I'll update as soon as I can- hope you liked the chapter!)