(A/N: WARNING: this chapter does contain a fair amount of violence- someone even gets killed off. In addition, the experiments Chris does for this challenge is also kind of screwed up- you've been warned.)

"Last time on Beyond the Set:

After a long and grueling season, we reached the final four mark. Cody and Gwen had a dramatic confrontation after the geek had finally managed to put the last puzzle pieces in place. During our zombie movie challenge, Heather set up Izzy to be eliminated by calling the Vietnamese special forces- or whatever they have going on over there. Izzy was forced to quit and flee the set, leaving Gwen, Cody, and Heather herself in the final three. Will Cody be able to ruin Heather's plans before the mastermind makes it into the finals? Or will everything be coming up Heather this season? And where will Gwen fit in- will she manage to defeat Heather, or simply continue her role as puppet? What insanely dangerous challenge do I have in store for the contestants this time? Find out on

CAMP TV:

BEYOND THE SET!"

(Intro)

Chris, Tweek, and Chef Hatcher stood outside of the locked warehouse, eyeing the door carefully.

"Well?" Chris asked, "Who's going in?"

"Not me, no way man!" Tweek stammered, "It's… it's… TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

"Well, I can't be expected to go in, I have a show to host," Chris huffed, crossing his arms, "Chef, what about you?"

"Well, I mean, uh…. Do we REALLY need to test it our first?" Chef gulped.

"Yeah," Chris snapped, "we do. Quit being a baby and go in!"

Chris shoved Chef towards the door. The former general took a deep breath, unlocked the warehouse, and went inside. Chris and Tweek walked up to the door, and peered inside, careful not to make a sound.

"Uh, hey," Chef greeted, "how's it going? I just need to make sure you're ready for the- GAHHR! RAGHHH! STOP! NOOOOOO! RAGHHHHHHHHH-"

"OH MY GOD!" Chris shouted.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Tweek shrieked, "WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!"

Chris slammed the door to the warehouse shut, and quickly locked it behind him.

"Okay," he sighed, "it killed chef. No big deal. Okay Tweek, I want you to hire back our old Chef, and don't take no for an answer. In the meantime, I'm going to go get the campers ready for the challenge."

"JESUS, man!" Tweek exclaimed, "You can't let them do this challenge!"

"I can, and will," Chris smirked, "this is exactly the kind of thing people want to see more of on TV. Life-threatening scenarios, with the contestants barely making it out alive! Imagine the drama, the tension!"

"You're crazy, man!" Tweek shouted, "That whole project was screwed up!"

"Relax," Chris told Tweek, "she signed a contract, it's all good."

"Wait," Tweek said before Chris could go, "was that really…?"

"Huh?" Chris asked, "Yeah, it is. Legal should be clear though, Chef signed a contract too. Speaking of, call old Chef and hire him back, chop chop! I'll go get the contestants. Meet you back here in five."

CONFESSIONAL: Cody

"So uh, final three. I guess this is my last day here, though- if Gwen and Heather are teaming up, there's no way I'll make it to the finals. Unless I win immunity- but from what Chris said, it doesn't sound like I have a chance."

(End Confessional)

The three contestants were up at the usual time, but when they got to the mess hall, no one was there.

"Where's Chef?" Heather demanded, "I need to eat if I'm going to be making it through another challenge!"

"Oh, whatever," Cody said, "you'll make it to the next challenge either way, you sneaky little-"

Heather rolled her eyes.

"Give it up, Cody," she hissed, "I outplayed you. Not my fault it's your last day here. Oh, wait- it is."

After the previous challenge, Cody had a confrontation with both Heather and Gwen. Although not s word was spoken on Cody's part- his message was clear enough to Heather.

"I took Lindsay down, Tyler down, Katie down, Bridgette, Trent, Duncan, Justin, and Izzy all down," Heather smirked, "you're going to be joining the list shortly. Oh, but don't feel too bad- third place out of fifteen isn't so bad."

Throughout this exchange, Gwen remained silent.

"Glad you think so," Cody snapped, "you're about to find out what it feels like for yourself!"

"Cute," Heather sighed, rolling her eyes, "but empty threats don't win you a million dollars. Being me does."

"Oh yeah?" Cody asked, "Well-"

"Hey there, guys!" Chris greeted, walking into the tent, "How're you doing today?"

"Fine," Heather snapped, "But where's my food?"

"Oh, that," Chris said, "well, Chef was kind of killed testing out the challenge this morning."

"You're joking," Gwen said, her jaw dropping.

"Sure," Chris told her, "whatever. But the challenge WILL be starting, like, right now. In a moment, Tweek will release a genetically altered sheep-bear on the camp-"

"Sheep-bear?" Cody asked.

"Yeah," Chris smiled, "today, we're doing the movie Black Sheep. Your goal is to- well, basically all you have to do is survive. Last person standing wins immunity… or a million dollars if no one else is left able to compete."

"Wait, you're serious about this?" Gwen gasped.

"Yes," Chris smirked, "I am."

Chris pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, and started dialing a number.

"You guys better go hide somewhere," Chris suggested, holding up the phone to his ear, "Yeah, Tweek? Let him loose, time to start the challenge!"

"So you're serious," Gwen gasped.

"Love of God, woman, YES!" Chris snapped.

"I don't believe-" Heather began, but was cut off as a monstrous roar was heard from across the lot, as well as Tweek's screaming.

"Yeah, better start running," Chris snickered, "officially, the first person able to stop the monster will win the challenge. But after seeing what happened this morning, I'm not sure that'll work. So how about the first person to end up in a body cast will be the one eliminated, hmmmm?"

"You're SICK!" Heather cried.

"Thank you," Chris said, smiling proudly.

The three contestants exchanged quick glances, then took off running in separate directions.

"Well now," Chris mused, "just look at what a life and death scenario can do for the morale."

Tweek limped over to Chris, and then collapsed in front of the host.

"It was… I barely… GAH!" Tweek groaned.

"Tweek," Chris sighed, "explain to me why I'm not drinking a cup of coffee right now."

"I didn't make-"

"Exactly. GET ON IT!" Chris instructed.

Tweek got off of the ground, beaten and bloody, and scampered off to make Chris a pot of coffee.

"Man," Chris sighed, "I love being me."

While Heather and Gwen went to go hide somewhere, Cody headed straight for the girl's trailer. He figured that since Izzy left in a rush, she would have left her things behind. Considering she stuffed her bra with C4, Cody figured she must have something useful packed away. Cody kicked open the door to the trailer, then looked around frantically. He at last spotted a sack tucked away under one of the beds, a sack that he was certain he saw Izzy use once or twice.

Cody rushed over, opened the bag, and began rummaging through the contents. The first thing he pulled out was a military ID with Izzy's picture on it, except instead of a name there were the words "SUBJECT ZERO" stamped on it. Cody tossed it aside, reached back in, and pulled out a pamphlet. While he knew it wasn't useful, he opened it up out of curiosty.

"Total Drama Island," Cody read, "the hot new summer sensation coming to TV's everywhere. 22 teens, one cash prize, one winner. Tune in to see- wow, that sounds lame."

Cody tossed the pamphlet aside, reached back in, and pulled out something that looked eerily similar to the golden idol from Indiana Jones. Cody shrugged, threw it aside, and at last pulled out a weapon- a grappling gun.

"Sweet," Cody grinned.

After searching through more stuff, Cody pulled out a flare gun, a katana, multiple sticks of dynamite, a shovel, and a smoke grenade.

"That should be more than enough," Cody said, smiling, "thank you, Izzy."

Now confident, Cody left the trailer, fully armed and ready to go.

Heather, in the meantime, was holed up in the make-up confessional.

"Okay," she thought aloud, "if I can just stay here for a while, maybe Gwen or Cody will get taken out first…"

Heather let out a sigh, and paced around the room anxiously.

"Stupid Chris," she muttered, "stupid show, stupid Cody, stupid Gwen-"

All of a sudden, a furry, white fist smashed through the back wall of the confessional. Heather let out a shriek, and the monster reached its hand around, trying to grab her. Before Heather could slip out of the confessional, the sheep-bear –thing managed to tear through the confessional. Heather looked the monster over nervously.

"Uh, hi," she greeted, "nice… sheep?" The sheep-bear let out a roar, and Heather rushed out of the confessional as fast as she could.

Cody, who was waiting nearby, aimed his flare gun at the sheep-monster.

"HEY!" Cody shouted.

The sheep bear turned, and Cody fired. The flare soared past the sheep-thing, drawing it's attention from both Cody and Heather. Acting quickly, Cody pulled out his grappling gun, and fired that as well. The hook caught on to the sheep bear, while Cody ran circles around it, successfully tying it up. The sheep thing struggled to get away, but the rope was too strong.

"YEAH!" Cody cheered, "I WON!"

Chris arrived at the scene, speechless.

"You… what?" he demanded.

"I won!" Cody smirked, "I have immunity now, right?"

Chris sighed, then scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"…Actually, that just means it's time for round two!" Chris exclaimed after a while.

"WHAT?" Cody demanded, "But I- I-"

"Yes, you took out the sheep BEAR," Chris nodded, "but could you take out thirteen more genetically modified sheep HUMANS?"

Chris clapped his hands, and Tweek appeared.

"Yes?" Tweek asked.

"One, I'm still not drinking any coffee," Chris snapped, "and two, we're going to need to initiate plan b. Bring out test subject four."

Tweek sighed, then walked off. He reappeared a few minutes later, wheeling in a large wooden crate.

"Thank you," Chris said, "but um, COFFEE! NOW!"

"Yes sir! GAH!" Tweek exclaimed, rushing off.

"Interns these days," Chris sighed, shaking his head, "well, whatever. Now then, if you'll allow me to open the crate, I present to you… SCOTT!"

Chris tore the crate open, and out lunged what looked like a feral teenager covered in white fur.

"Behold!" Chris exclaimed, "What was once a sixteen year-old ginger boy is now a mutant sheep killing machine!"

Scott snarled at Cody and Heather, making both teens take a quick step back.

"Yeah," Chris laughed, "oh, the miracles of modern science."

"Hey guys," Gwen said, now arriving on scene, "I thought I heard someone say the challenge was ov- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?"

"Oh, it get's better," Chris said, "we have twelve more of these guys just WAITING to be let out."

"You can't just turn people into genetically modified monsters, Chris!" Cody exclaimed.

"Hey, I'm not the one going around eating radioactive marshmallows," Chris huffed, "I specifically told them that the green ones weren't safe to eat, but nooooooo, they had to go and do it anyway. On the bright side, you guys won't be getting replaced anytime soon."

"What?" Heather asked.

"Nothing," Chris said quickly, "no breaking of the fourth wall here. I'll tell you what, since taking down the first one was so easy, and we have thirteen more, let's make this into a little hunting competition. Whoever manages to bring down the most of these things wins immunity tonight. As of now, I'll give you a ten minute head start to run.

"Wait a second," Cody interrupted, "where did you even GET the facilities to be running this kind of experiments?"

"Well, Scotty here actually has a mad scientist for a father," Chris said, "yeah, pretty messed up stuff. And his uncle is like a spy or something. Oh, and his dad actually made a miniature clone of himself, calls it 'mini-me'. I asked him to make me one, but I haven't gotten word on that yet."

"Right, because the world totally needs another Chris," Heather scoffed.

"Scott," Chris said, pointing at Heather.

Scott let out a snarl, then lunged at the girl, who shrieked and ran away.

"That's better," Chris sighed.

"Wait, were you joking about all of that?" Cody asked.

"I dunno, maybe," Chris said, "keep in mind, I wasn't exactly sober during pre-production, so some of the details are a little fuzzy, like why I would sometimes wake up dressed like Pennywise the Dancing Clown. I mean, I still do sometimes… come to think of it, I should probably see someone about that…"

"Right," Cody said, "well, I'm just going to start running here…"

"You do that," Chris smirked, "I'm going to go wake up the rest of the gang. Later!"

Before Cody could walk away, Gwen grabbed his shoulder.

"Listen," she said, "can I… talk to you?"

"Um, no," Cody snapped, "you can't. Well, you can, but I don't want you to."

"Look," Gwen started, "I just wanted to say that-"

"Lalalalala-" Cody chanted, covering his ears with his hands, "not listening-"

"Damn it, Cody!" Gwen snapped, "Can't you just give me a chance? So what if I was working for Heather? I'm not like her!"

"You're exactly like her!" Cody exclaimed, "Get out of here, Gwen, I-"

All of a sudden, a loud crack was heard behind the two. The teens spun around, and came face to face with one of the sheep-people. This one was female, tall, and athletically built. The sheep let out a growl, and took a step toward the two.

Cody took a step back, and pulled out his shovel.

"Uh," he exclaimed, "don't make me use this! You have no idea how many clowns I've killed with a shovel in Vampire Clowns from Space 2! Get back I say!"

The sheep took one step closer, and Cody swung the shovel. The shovel connected with the monster's face, effectively knocking it out.

"Cody," Gwen gasped.

"Oh my god," Cody gasped, "I'm… I'm… A TOTAL BADASS!"

"Knocking out a girl with a shovel is considered badass now? "Gwen asked.

"No, but knocking out a sheep monster is," Cody snapped. The geek pulled out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and turned back to Gwen. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go Codinate some sheep people. Get it, like the terminator? Gwen? Gwenn? GWEN?"

"WHAT?"

"Get it?"

"Yes, I freaking get it!" Gwen snapped, storming away, "Honestly, you don't want to talk until it's about mutated sheep people! I'm trying to have an honest conversation, and then you're all like- Cody?"

Gwen spun around, to find the geek was already gone.

Heather managed to outrun the first sheep-person, and locked herself inside the girl's trailer.

"Whew," she sighed, "okay, I should be safe for-"

"Like, oh my gosh," a voice said from behind her, "did you know my great-great-great grandmother was the first person to ever sheep farm? Before that, everyone used to farm-"

Heather spun around to see an overweight sheep-thing lumbering towards her. While it didn't seem feral, the stupidity it was spewing was enough to make Heather want to vomit.

"And my great-great-great-"

"AHHHHH!" Heather shrieked.

Heather got on her bed, and curled up into a corner.

"Stay back!" Heather exclaimed, "just get out of here!"

"And then she invented-"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Cody, in the meantime, was actually looking for more sheep. In the distance, he spotted one that was remarkably scrawny looking, adjusting a pair of glasses that it was wearing. Cody crept behind it, and raised his shovel.

The scrawny sheep monster turned around, gasped, and fainted.

"Huh," Cody huffed, slightly disappointed, "it just… blacked out."

His sense of security was short-lived, however, as he heard growling from the distance. Cody glanced over his shoulder, to see two sheep charging at him.

"SHA-MENACING GROWL!" One of them exclaimed.

The other one was wearing dog-tags, although he seemed slightly less aggressive.

Cody reached into his pocket, and pulled out the smoke grenade.

"Okay," he sighed, "here goes nothing."

Cody tossed the grenade at the two, and then backed away slowly. Cody was quite alarmed, however, when the grenade let off a real explosion, sending the two flying.

"OH MY GOD!" Cody exclaimed, "THAT WAS- GAHHHHH!"

Meanwhile in the control room, Chris was nearly dying of laughter.

"Man," he snickered, "you can't buy this kind of awesome."

"Here's your coffee," Tweek said, walking up to Chris, "I had to battle my way past three of those things, but I got it!"

"Actually," Chris said, "I decided I'd much rather prefer some iced tea."

"GAH!" Tweek exclaimed, "TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

"Yes, yes," Chris said, "away with you."

Back in the girl's trailer, Heather couldn't take anymore without risking her sanity.

"And her uncle invented the-"

But the sheep-girl was interrupted when Heather hit it over the head with a suitcase she had packed. Heather watched as her opponent fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Finally," Heather smiled, sighing contentedly, "quiet."

Of course, and soon as she said that, one of the other experiments kicked the trailer door open. This one was more tan than the rest, and had especially poufy fur.

"ANOTHER one?" Heather groaned.

Before it could do anything, Heather got to her feet, and ran into the bathroom. Heather quickly grabbed a can of tanning spray, and aimed it at the thing's eyes. When Heather sprayed, however, she found it had no effect.

"What the-" Heather gasped, "I got you straight in the eyes!"

The experiment growled, and took a step closer. Out of fear, Heather dropped the can she was holding. This turned to work in her favor, however. When the sheep-teen took a step forward again, she tripped over the can, fell backwards, and was knocked unconscious.

"Oh yeah!" Heather exclaimed, "I am a GODESS!"

Cody continued to wander around the film lot, until he saw two of the mutants sitting next to each other, gazing into one another's eyes.

"Okay," Cody said, "two of them… right, I can handle this."

While the two sheep continued smiling at each other, Cody snuck around them, and pulled out his katana.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this," he sighed, "but there's no other way."

Cody raised the katana, and shouted "HEY!"

The two sheep turned, and Cody handed one of them the sword.

"Listen," Cody said, "if you could just, like, lay there and pretend I knocked both of you out or something, I'd be really grateful. You could just like, stick the sword under your arm and make it look like I stabbed you or something?"

The two looked at each other, shrugged, and then fell back onto the ground.

"Thanks!" Cody said, waving at the two.

One of the sheep smiled and waved back.

"Huh," Cody said, "you know, if you removed the fur, I would say that sheep almost looked like me. Uh, whatever!"

Gwen, in the meantime, was skulking in the crafts and services tent.

"Hello there, children!" a familiar voice greeted.

"Chef!" Gwen exclaimed, "When did YOU get back?"

"A little while ago," Chef said, "I wanted to refuse after my unfair dismissal, but Chris did double my paycheck. Anyway, why the long face?"

"Well," Gwen sighed, "it's just… I don't know. I've… Chef, what would you do if someone was black mailing you into doing something bad?"

"What?" Chef asked, "Well, I'd like to think I would do the right thing."

"But what if doing the right thing meant losing out on everything you've ever wanted?" Gwen asked.

"Well, at least I would still have my pride," Chef said, "if I could live knowing I wasn't anybody's puppet, and that I did the right no matter what, I could live happy. See, you can't put yourself first all the time. Most of the time, you have to, but as you get older, you just can't. And sometimes even at your age, you have to make sacrifices because it's the right thing to do."

"But what if you've already made some bad choices?" Gwen asked, "Does that mean you're already a terrible person?"

Chef thought a moment.

"Maybe," he said, "but being a terrible person doesn't mean you can't redeem yourself. Just because you've made bad choices, that doesn't mean you can't make up for it."

Gwen thought a moment.

"Yeah," she murmured, "yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks Chef… I- I know what I have to do."

When Gwen made her way back to the trailers, Chris was already talking to Heather and Cody.

"Well, it looks like the winner of the challenge is-" the host began.

"Wait!" Gwen exclaimed, "I volunteer myself for elimination!"

"Gwen," Heather hissed, "What are you doing? I can take you to the final-"

"Screw you!" Gwen snapped, "Chris, I swapped out the votes and got Duncan eliminated, and Heather has been blackmailing me with it. I helped her vote out Justin, and was going to help her vote out Cody tonight."

"I know," Chris shrugged.

"Wha- WHAT?" Gwen demanded, "You KNEW I switched the votes and didn't do anything?"

"Yeah," Chris nodded, "honestly, I should have thanked you. Never really liked Duncan."

"So this entire time… it's been all for nothing?" Gwen asked, "I can just vote out Heather tonight with Cody?"

Heather gasped, a look of fear spreading across her face.

"Well," Chris said, "Cody DID win immunity…"

Gwen looked at Cody quickly.

"C'mon," she said, "we can vote off Heather and end this tonight!"

"Actually," Chris said, "you volunteered yourself for elimination a few seconds ago, so that won't be happening."

"Uh, I take it back!" Gwen stammered.

"okay," Chris said, "but as host, I'm going to eliminate you anyway."

"But I took it back!" Gwen insisted.

"Yeah," Chris said, "and nobody likes a fair-weather competitor. You can't just quit and then UN-quit because it'll be beneficial. I mean, I do it all the time, but I'm a celebrity, so it's okay. Gwen, as of now, you are hereby eliminated from Total- uh, Camp TV! Now GTFO!"

"But- but-"

"I believe I said to GTFO!" Chris snapped.

Gwen sighed, and looked at the ground.

"Alright," she said, "I guess I had that one coming."

"Yup," Chris nodded, "seriously though, we're getting to the point where I can legally sue you for trespassing."

Gwen turned and looked at everyone standing before her. Heather had a triumphant smirk on her face, and Cody looked slightly depressed.

"Give her hell, Codinator," Gwen said, offering Cody a smile, "I'll see you around."

"Bye Gwen," Cody sighed, "I'm sorry about before."

"It's cool," Gwen assured him, "I get it, I would be pissed at me too-"

"And now I'm calling my lawyer," Chris said, pulling out his cell phone, "thirty seconds to ska-doosh or I'll be seeing you in court."

Gwen blinked, then ran off with a panicked expression on her face.

"Oh," Heather chuckled, "things couldn't have worked out better if I had planned it myself."

"Oh, shut up!" Cody snapped, "I'm taking you down, Heather! You don't have any more elimination ceremonies to hide behind, just a final challenge!"

"Which I'll be winning," Heather smirked, "c'mon, you don't honestly think you can beat me, do you?"

"I know I can," Cody said, "according to every underdog movie ever made, I HAVE to win this. And since this is a movie themed season, I'm pretty sure those rules apply."

"Pfft," Heather scoffed, "believe what you have to, shrimp. But don't worry, I'll even send you an invitation to my victory party. Oh, wait, no I won't."

Heather walked back to the girl's trailer, a sinister grin on her face.

"There you have it," Chris announced, "the final two! After a long season, it comes down to one final battle between good and evil! Cody the Underdog versus Heather the Mastermind! Who will come out on top? Will Cody be able to use his alter-egos and skills with a shovel to prevail? Or will Heather's cunning lead her to the top? More importantly, where's MY ICE TEA?"

Tweek rushed over to Chris, and handed him a glass.

"Tweek!" Chris shouted, "You know I HATE iced-tea!"

"But you-"

"Go get me some coffee!"

Tweek rushed off, leaving Chris standing behind, shaking his head.

"Interns these days, sheesh. Where was I? Oh yes! Tune in next time to see who finally get's the prize on

CAMP TV:

BEYOND THE SET!"

(A/N: And there you have it, Cody versus Heather! Only one aftermath until the finale, and then we have the special! Who do you think will win? And, bit of foreshadowing, did all of the mutant sheep people really leave the film lot? Find out next time on Camp TV!)